Chapter 2

Sam woke up from the sun that was shooting in through the window. Jackknifing to a sitting position, he looked over and saw a man lying next to him. What the hell? Who is that? Did I sleep with him? Oh God! Sam scrambled off the bed and into his jacket just as the man woke up.

"Hey, Sam. Where are you going?"

"Uh…" Sam paused and ran out the door.

Dean sat on the bed confused for a second before running out after Sam.

"Sam! Wait!"

Sam turned around, "Leave me alone!"

Dean tackled Sam causing them to fall on the ground. "Sam, calm down. I am not trying to hurt you."

"Oh, yeah?" Sam took out his gun. He didn't know how to use it, but the man didn't know that.

"Whoa, Sam, just take a chill pill and put the gun down. You don't want to hurt me or yourself."

"I don't even know who you are! Did we sleep together?"

Dean almost choked, "What? Sam, I'm your brother. Remember last night? It's me, Dean."

"You don't want to hurt me?"

"No. I want to help you. I want to help you try and figure out why you can't remember your past. Now give me the gun and let's go inside."

Sam hesitated, but shakily handed the gun to Dean. Dean took it and put it in his pants.

"Now, let's go back inside and talk. I promise I won't bite."

Sam nodded and followed Dean back into the room. Sam sat down at the table and Dean sat across from him.

"Like I said last night, your name is Samuel Winchester. You were born May second nineteen eighty three. My name is Dean Winchester and we're brothers. Our parents are Mary and John Winchester. Mom died when you were six months old. You mean to tell me that you don't remember that?"

Sam shook his head, "No."

"Okay. Can you tell me what you do know?"

"My name is Sam and I am twenty years old."

"That's it?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah."

This is not good at all. "Do you remember running away?"

"I ran away?"

"Yeah. Dad and I have been looking for you for two years. We were in Idaho hunting a nest of vampires."

"Vampires? They don't exist."

"Yeah, they do, Sammy. Anyway, Dad and I left you home cause you were having a hissy fit about hunting. So we left. When we came back, you was gone along with everything you owned."

"I don't remember that."

"Really? Do you remember the time I left you and dad in Florida? You and Dad were working on a banshee hunt."

Sam shook his head.

This really is not looking good. "Alright. What do you say we get some breakfast, huh? I'm hungry and I bet you are too."

"Okay. Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"How did you find me? I mean, if what you are saying is true, then how did you find me?"

"Honestly I didn't expect to find you. I was hunting this werewolf and I saw it getting ready to attack this kid. When I killed the werewolf, I went over to check on the kid and found out it was you," Dean said opening the car door for Sam.

"Oh."

Dean drove them to the diner he went to last night. And he and Sam were met with the same waitress.

"Back again?"

"Yeah. Can I have eggs, bacon, pancakes and a coffee?"

"Sure sweetie. What about you hon?" She asked Sam.

"Uh, I will have eggs and bacon and a coffee, please."

The waitress left with their orders.

"Dad is not going to believe this," Dean said.

"Your dad?"

"He's your dad too, Sam. I know you don't remember, but he is. Are you sure you're not faking this?"

"Dean, no. I wish, but no."

Damn. "Alright."

Just then the waitress returned with their food and drinks.

"Thanks," Dean said. The waitress nodded and left. They ate their breakfast in silence. After Dean threw some money on the table and left.

"Okay so tell me, how did you come to be here?"

"I don't know, jeez, how many times am I gonna say it. I don't remember anything before waking up in that field or forest. Okay? Nothing!"

"Okay, I'm sorry. Let's head back to the motel and figure out what to do."

Once they got back to the motel, Dean noticed his father's truck.

"Shit, this ain't gonna be good."

"What's the problem?"

Dean pointed to the truck, "Dad."

Dean headed toward the motel room with Sam behind him. He saw his father sitting on the bed.

"Dad?"

"Dean. Did you take care of the werewolf?"

"Yes, sir," Dean replied walking in the room. Sam wasn't too far behind him.

"Good, so why did you call me here?" John asked then noticed Sam. "Sammy? Where the fuck have you been? Two years!" John screamed.

Sam flinched and hovered close to Dean.

"Dad! Take it easy. You're scaring him."

"Well, he should be scared! How dare you!"

"Dad, stop. He doesn't remember. Anything."

"Excuse me? Are you telling me my son doesn't remember me?"

Dean shook his head, "No and you're not giving him a reason to remember you."

Sam still clung to Dean and refused to move. Dean turned to Sam.

"Relax, Sam. It's okay. It's dad. Our dad."

Sam was terrified. He didn't recognize the man on the bed. And he didn't understand why he was yelling at him. "Dean?"

"It's okay, Sam. He won't hurt you. I promise," Dean said and led him to the table.

"Dean, what does he remember?" John asked.

"Nothing really. Just waking up in the forest and being chased by the werewolf."

"The werewolf you were hunting?"

"Yeah. Don't worry, he's not hurt, just had a sprained ankle."

John walked over to Sam and grabbed his shirt, "So why don't you remember? You just decided to forget your family, huh? You're a sorry excuse for a son."

Dean grabbed John's arm and shoved him back, "Dad, stop it! That's not helping."

Sam cowered and whined, "Why are you hurting me?"

"Dad, screaming at him isn't gonna make him remember. All it does is scare him."

"Well, he seems to remember you just fine."

"Not really. He just knows me as the person who saved his life."

"Are you sure he's not faking or a demon or something?"

"Wait, a demon? Demon's don't exist, do they?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded to Sam and turned back to John, "He's not faking and he's not a demon, shapeshifter, werewolf or any other monster. Its Sam, just with no memory of his past."

"Fine, we'll bring it back. Pack up your shit and let's hit the road. I got a call about a hunt in Wisconsin."

"You're unbelievable, you know that? I tell you, Sam has no memory of his past and you want us to go on a hunt?"

"What better way to jog his memory than with a hunt?"

"Dad, he doesn't remember how to use a gun! He doesn't remember! It won't jog his memory, it will kill him."

"Dean…"

"You know what dad? Leave. Go deal with your hunt, I will take care of Sam. I always do anyway."

"Yeah, except you failed."

"I wasn't the one who suggested we leave him alone. That was you. I told you I should've stayed with him."

"Guys…" Sam said.

John looked at Sam and grabbed him arm. "Let's see how much you've really forgotten. How do you kill a vampire?"

"I don't know," Sam said.

"Okay fine, how many creatures are allergic to silver?" John asked practically in Sam's face.

"I don't remember," Sam mumbled.

"Bullshit! Quit the act, Sam! Stop being a brat and fucking man up!" John yelled shaking Sam.

Dean pulled Sam out of John's grasp and shoved him back. "Don't touch him!"

"Dean, he's…"

"Get the fuck out! I can't believe you! Just go, dad." Dean turned to Sam, "Are you okay?"

Sam nodded.

"I'm trying to make him remember," John said.

"How? By shaking him? By grilling him? That's not gonna help, dad. So you know what, just go. There's a hunt waiting for you."

John shook his head and walked out the door.

"Sam, are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, just a little scared, but otherwise I'm fine. Is he always like that?"

"Pretty much. He'd rather be out hunting then spend time with his sons. He trapped in this obsession to find the thing that killed Mom."

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"You think, I would ever remember my past? I mean what if I forgot it for a reason?"

"I don't believe that. I believe that in time you will remember, but it will take time."

"So what do we do? Hypnosis?"

"That's not something we should be messing with. It can have some dangerous side effects. May be Bobby can help us."

"Who's Bobby?"

"One of dad's friends."

"You think he will help?"

"It's worth a try."

"Okay, so let's go."

TBC...