Disclaimed

Set in Season 1

"What?" John said in disbelief "What do you mean?" he commanded, shaking his youngest by the shoulders. Sam visibly shrunk backwards away from John,

"Who are you?" Sam repeated looking from John to Dean. Dean rubbed his face in frustration before licking his bottom lip as he did a lot.

"Don't you remember us?" Dean asked looking at his younger brother who, in turn, caught his gaze and held it

"…Am…am I supposed to?" he questioned and John dropped his hands to his side.

"You're Sam - my son - Dean's brother" he said, pointing Dean as he said his name. Sam looked utterly lost as he looked between the two men,

"No" he said finally and Dean looked scared

"What do you mean 'No'?" Dean asked, jumping up and towering over Sam who was still sitting on the bed

"I mean No, I haven't seen my Dad and Brother in years, I left them to go to university, who are you?" Sam asked, getting off the bed and backing away.

"You have concussion Sammy, you've just forgotten, but your back with us now…you left university to be with me" Dean said, looking to their father for support and he nodded in agreement to Deans words.

"I haven't left Stanford, why would I… y-you've kidnapped me haven't you, look I don't know where Dad and Dean are" Sam said, backing into a wall. John strode to Sam and grabbed his upper arms.

"Don't you recognise us, we are you family Sam, now stop playing around" John said in a gruff bark, Sam looked at them for a second, sizing them up

"I know what my own family look like" Sam said eventually "And your not them." Sam struggled against Johns grip before admitting defeat and looking up with determination. "Now tell me your real names" he ordered, trying to look like he had the upper hand, which he obviously didn't.

The eldest brother and their father sighed, they obviously weren't going to get through to Sammy, he was a Winchester after all.

"I'm Ryan White" John invented "and that my son, James White." John had decided it would be easier to just go along with Sam's delusions until he got his memory back, in fact this may work to their advantage. "My son and I are scientists; we were working on a theory about how the human brain works and your one of ten voluntary test subjects. But you somehow hit your head on the table…which would explain the memory loss" John said, expertly thinking fast while Dean watched their father lie to his little brother with practised ease. Sam seemed sceptical though

"So…why did you pretend to be my brother and dad" he asked accusatorily. Dean tried to think of a response but John beat him to it with his faster thinking and capability to lie to Sam without batting an eyelid.

"It was the test we were doing with you…you had to speak to us like we were your family and see if your attitude and language changed with different people" his father said with amazing conviction and Sam looked like he accepted the explanation. Dean glanced at John, he had always been able to lie to Sammy but that lie was almost too well thought out to have just been made up, Dean made a mental note to ask him about it when they were alone.

(Sam POV)

Sam looked tiredly between the two men before him, their story sounded valid but it didn't compensate for the gaping hole in his memory where their story should fit in. Throbbing pounded through Sam's skull and he put his hands unconsciously up to his temples and rubbed them in a soothing circular motion. Sam thought hard and came up with an idea that could give him some peace of mind, but he'd have to be careful. Extricating himself from Ryan's grip he went back over to the bed and sat down,

"Cristo" Sam said quietly, giving the men before him a fleeting look to check.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that" James said and Sam's attention flickered to him, he seemed to be holding back a grin but Sam could be mistaken

"Uhh, I said bistro…I'm pretty hungry and there's a nice bistro on campus" Sam said quickly, looking down at his own feet in time to miss the men's knowing glances. Neither male showed any sign of possession but Sam still didn't trust them, if only his head would stop spinning long enough from him to focus.

A movement in the corner of his eye caused Sam to look up sharply, James was rummaging around in a first aid kit that lay on the table, looking to his right Sam watched the older scientist as he sat down on the other bed and gazed in interest at a leaflet that he had picked up off the table only moments before. What struck Sam was that both of the White's seemed to be totally relaxed around him and that thought got Sam thinking,

'If they are this untroubled at being around me, they can't be kidnappers…but I better still keep a look out just in case it's a trick…people can be smarter than they look…'

James had seemingly found what he was looking for and turned back to Sam holding two pills in his hand, he walked over to Sam and placed them beside him on the bed.

"They will stop your head hurting as much" James said simply and strode over to the other bed. Sam looked at the two pills doubtfully but brushed any sinister thoughts aside. The White's story seemed to make sense, and they didn't seem scared or tense around him, and they weren't possessed. But then again it could be that the concussion was stopping him from thinking straight.

Sam cautiously picked up the pills and was about to take them

"Hey, here" Ryan said and Sam looked up to see the older man through him a bottle of water, he caught it and took the pills along with a gulp of water. Sam put the water on the side and looked at James and Ryan in time to catch them smirking at one another, Sam stood up and slowly took a few steps away,

"What did you do?" Sam asked, looking around for a weapon. James stood up immediately and took a few steps towards Sam,

"Like I said, it will stop your head hurting" he said with an obnoxious smile. Sam was suddenly reminded of his brother but shoved the idea aside.

"Why did you two look at each other like that then?" Sam asked accusingly

"Like what?" James countered, faking innocence that was all too obvious while taking a few more steps towards him

"Like you know something I don't" Sam shot back as his back hit the wall next to bathroom door.

"We know lots of things you don't Sammy" James said as he advanced on Sam

"It's Sam" he bit back

"Boys, give it a rest" Ryan said tiredly from his spot on the bed from where he hadn't moved. Sam found it slightly unnerving that Ryan hadn't moved while his son bantered like this. It was like James was just joking about.

Sam suddenly felt light-headed and slid down the wall until he was sitting on the ground. James squatted down beside him and studied him in an almost worried way

"You look like shit" James said breezily grabbing Sam by the collar and hauling him to his feet with only a little trouble. Sam didn't reply as the world was swaying before his eyes and his body decided that he'd had enough, he tried valiantly to stay awake but the painless oblivion of sleep called enticingly to him and he finally allowed it to take him. His last waking moments were of James sitting him on the bed and saying something to him that he didn't quite hear.

A/N: Okay, you have to review and tell me. I think the characters are too OOC what do you think?