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A/N: Here is the second part to "Forget the Pie". I hope you enjoy it! :)
Part Two
Dean was sitting in the chair up against the wall. His head was leaning on the wall and his legs were stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. Waiting patiently for the nurses to bring back his brother. A wave of exhaustion hit Dean full force. He didn't realize how tired he was until he sat down. It was like all that energy he had before was just gone. It seemed that now that he knew where Sam was and that he was relatively okay- well not okay- but he was in Dean's presence everything else Dean could handle.
Twenty minutes later, Dean, not knowing that he had actually fallen asleep, was awoken with a jerk when Sam was brought back in to the room. Dean stood up while the nurses rolled Sam the few more feet to the spot near the wall. The two nurses quickly moved away from Sam's bed when he was put in place. Dean was by his side within moments. Sam looked the same. Like he never woke up.
"Was there any problems?" Dean asked the nurses but didn't take his eyes off of his brother.
"No," the lady nurse replied. "He was pretty much asleep during the entire scan."
Dean nodded.
"The doctor should be in to speak with you after she's looked over the CT scan."
"Okay," Dean nodded.
Dean didn't notice or did he even care that the two nurses walked out of the room. Dean looked at his brother a little while longer and then decided if he was going to try and take a nap now would be the time to do it. He knew he was going to need all his energy to find out what was wrong with Sam. And right now, Dean didn't even think Sam knew he was back with his brother.
Dean woke up to the feeling of being watched. When he opened his eyes, he saw his brother looking at him. Dean couldn't help but smirk a little. The look that Sam was giving him though made Dean's smirk vanish just as quickly as it had appeared. Dean's seen this look before. This look was never good. Sam was in the beginning stages of panic. Dean knew it wasn't long before he went in to a full panic attack. Dean got up from his seat and got to the side of the bed.
"Hey, hey, baby brother," Dean soothingly said. "What's wrong? What's the matter?"
Sam looked up at Dean almost like he didn't recognize him. Dean could see the tears welling up in his brother's eyes.
"Come on, Sammy. You got to tell me what's wrong?"
Sam looked like he wanted to say something but still nothing came out of his mouth. Dean, sounding calm, even though he was really starting to worry.
"Sammy," Dean said. Sam looked into his older brother's eyes. "Talk. I know you can. You've been screaming for two hours. Talk."
Sam gulped loudly then tried it again. "D'n," he slurred out.
Dean smiled and nodded at Sam.
"Okay, baby brother. Now do it again," Dean coaxed.
Sam looked at his brother. Tears streaming down his face. "I w'nt D'n"
Dean's brow creased and he stood straight for a second.
"Sammy," Dean really beginning to get scared. "I'm right here."
"I w'nt D'n. I w'nt D'n," Sam said closing his eyes turning away from Dean. That was a shot in the gut to Dean. His baby brother just turned away from him. Sam's never turned away from Dean. Ever. Now Dean really wanted to know what happened to his baby brother that they took away his ability to even know who his brother was. Dean put his hand on Sam's shoulder and he jerked a little.
Someone was going to be having their lungs ripped from their body, Dean thought. He looked down at his sobbing brother, who didn't even recognize him, and knew he was going to have to get to the bottom of this.
An hour later, Jean walked into Sam's room. Dean was sitting in the chair and Sam was asleep again.
"Mr. Winchester," Jean said walking over to Dean. "I have-" Dean looked up at Jean with such anger an hurt. "What's wrong," she asked.
"What's wrong with my brother?"
"What do you mean?"
"He doesn't know who I am!" yelled Dean.
Jean looked at Dean with such confusion. She couldn't understand how before the CT scan he was able to calm him down and now he not recognize his own sibling.
"He turned away from me," Dean muttered dejectedly, slumping back in the seat.
"I-I don't know what to say," Jean said. "There was nothing on his CT's that would any kind of traumatic brain injury. Actually his scan was all clear. This is new." Jean walked over towards Sam. Dean got up and followed her. He walked on the other side of the bed and leaned over and moved Sam's bangs from his eyes, then carded his hair. Sam, still asleep, leaned into Dean's touch.
That single movement, surprised Dean. He leaned down towards Sam till he was right next to his ear.
"Come on, Sammy," Dean whispered. "You got to come back to me. Don't leave me like this. Don't do this too me. You have to know who I am."
"D'n," Sam slurred out, leaning more towards Dean.
"That's it, baby brother," Dean smiled. "Who am I? Look at me and tell me who I am?"
Sam opened up his eyes and looked at his brother.
"You don't know who you are," Sam slurred. "If by now you don't know, I can't help you."
Dean cupped Sam's cheek and lowered his head then looked back up at his brother. "Dude, don't do this to me."
"What happened?" Sam asked started to really wake up.
Dean squinted his eyes, "Sammy what is the last thing you remember?"
Sam closed his eyes. He laid there for a moment and didn't answer the question. He laid there still that Dean and Jean thought he fell back asleep.
"Sam," Jean said. Sam opened his eyes and looked at the woman standing next to his bed. "My name is Jean. I was the doctor on call when you were brought in."
While she was talking, Sam's hand slowly reached up towards Dean. The movements were subtle but it was enough to alert Dean that Sam was starting to get stressed out.
"Sammy," Dean said gripping his hand. "Over here Sam."
Sam wanted to look at his brother but he couldn't take his eyes off of Jean in fear that she would do something to him. Sam was literally shaking. With his free hand, Dean placed his hand over Sam's eyes and leaned back down towards Sam's ear.
"Calm down, baby brother. Nothing is going to happen to you as long as I'm here."
Sam was slowly calming down between Dean's touch and his words. He finally stopped shaking. Dean, moved Sam head over sot that when he took his hands off the first thing Sam saw was him. Dean lifted up his hand that was over his eyes and asked again what was the last thing he remembered. This time Sam answered:
"We went to that bar and grill," Sam said dispassionately.
"Okay," Dean nodded. "That was last night."
"The guy at the bar spilled his drink and bumped into me."
"Yeah, and I still owe him an ass-kicking for that," Dean said.
Sam smiled a little. "Leave it. It was an accident."
"That was no accident. He pushed you for no reason," Dean claimed. Yeah, he knew he was probably acting childish for getting angry at some random person for walking into his bother but he couldn't help but be protective of Sam. The idiot had tripped over his own feet and grabbed Sam to prevent himself from face-planting, and embarrassing himself further. And that alone wouldn't have bother Dean, it was what happened afterward when the guy pretty much blamed Sam for the whole incident.
"Dean, drop it," Sam insisted.
"He shouldn't have put his hand on you."
"And you shouldn't pulled your gun out on him," Sam retorted.
Jean listened to the two brothers go back and forth about something that happened at a bar and she was pretty sure that at some point she would probably need the cops.
"Then we went back to the motel," Sam said trying to get back on subject. He didn't want to argue with his brother over him being...well being Dean.
"How is this-" Jean started to speak, but Dean looked at her to let her know that he would handle this. Since the last time she talked to Sam sent him almost into a full panic attack. Jean got the message that Dean was sending and closed her mouth.
"What else?" Dean said putting his attention back on Sam.
"We suppose to go to Bobby's. I was going to get supplies."
Sam's eyes got wide and he reached up and gripped Dean's collar. "Dean, they didn't have any."
"Whoa," Dean said gripping Sam wrists. "Calm down, Sammy. It's okay."
"I wanted to get you some but they didn't have any. I was getting into the car and he showed up."
"What didn't they have and who showed up?" Dean placed Sam's hands across his chest.
"The clumsy guy from the bar the night before. He said…" Sam's brow creased. "It wasn't English, but he muttered something. I don't remember, but I knew I had to get to you. I couldn't find you. I didn't remember where you were."
Sam looked up at Dean with pure fear in his eyes. "Something hit me in the back of my head."
"Yeah," Dean said carding Sam's head. "You got a nice bump back there." When Dean's fingers made it towards the bandage, Sam winced. "Take it easy. Take it easy." Dean soothed.
"I'm sorry Dean," Sam said with tears in his eyes.
"Sorry for what?"
"I didn't get it. I couldn't find it. I will get you some. I promise."
"Sammy," Dean said realizing what he was talking about. "I was joking yesterday when I said what I did about you and the pie. You knew that. Why are you getting so worked up about the pie."
"Dean," Sam, asked his tone now more confused than panicked. "What's going on? What's happening to me?"
Dean and Jean looked at each other. Then Dean looked back at Sam. Dean was not only confused but scared. He didn't know what was going on with his brother. One minute he was fine, another he was scared, then another he couldn't remember who anybody was.
"I'm going to go and take another look at your brother's CT imagines and see if there was something that I missed," Jean walked out of the room.
Dean didn't even pay attention to the doctor as she left the room. He was more worried about what had happened to his brother.
TBC
A/N: I would like to thank you all for the kind reviews from Part One. I hope you've enjoyed Part Two. Part Three is finished and with my beta so the ending "Forget the Pie" story will be posted soon.
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