All those who wander are not lost.

Well, he was wandering, and he was definitely lost.

It was one of those things he'd thought at first was a memory, something that would reveal something about his past. But it had only turned out to be a quote from Tolkien, an author he had the strangest feeling he liked, which didn't help at all. Even though he knew nothing about himself, he knew that most people liked Lord of the Rings.

He had had a few of those false flashbacks, that had turned out to be nothing. Hearing a tune and be told it was the sound played at hockey arenas; recognizing a face in the news, only to realize it was the President. The sense of freedom was slowly turning into some sort of imprisonment – if you didn't know who you were, there wasn't much you could do.

He had found out that the place where he'd woken up was called Stull Cemetery in Kansas. According to Wikipedia (another thing he remembered), there were several urban legends about it, claiming that it was the Gate to Hell and that it was connected with the Devil. Two people had gone missing there before, but it had turned out one had been burnt to death and the other had probably killed himself. Once again, nothing that helped him.

He'd gone to the police, but they'd disregarded him as some crazy person obsessed with the occult and told him to go away before they arrested him. He'd left the place as soon as possible – after stealing some clothes hanging out to dry and then taking some of the tip at a restaurant when no one was looking. He felt bad about it, but not as bad as if the police had at least tried to help him.

By bus, he'd gone to Topeka, a city 30 minutes away and walked into the Police Station. This time, he hadn't told them about his amnesia, but instead asked to see the files over missing persons. There had mostly been children, but not even a single description that could belong to himself. After that, he decided that the best thing he could do was to go to a hospital. There they'd believe him, at least.

Somehow, seeing doctors and nurses in their scrubs made him calm. They were there to help, not to blame.

"Can I help you?" a nurse behind the desk asked as he walked in.

"Um, yes …", he said. "I think I suffer from amnesia."

"Well, fill in this form and sit down, and we'll help as soon as we can", the woman said and handed him a piece of paper and a pen. It said things as patient's name, social security number, insurance details, relatives, medical history and so on.

"Um, that's the thing", he said. "I can't … cause I don't remember." He lowered his voice, knowing how crazy he sounded. "I don't know who I am."

The nurse finally looked at him. "Oh", she said. "Well, sit down and I'll call for someone straight away."

Only a few minutes later, a tall man with a doctor's robe and a stethoscope around his neck, offered him his hand.

"I'm Dr. Murray, neurologist", he said. "And you are the boy who don't remember who you are, is that right?"

He nodded.

"Well, we're going to help you", the doctor said with a warm smile. "If you would come here with me."

As they walked through the corridor, the man continued speaking. "Do you remember anything? A name, a phone number, a street that feels familiar?"

He shook his head. "No. Nothing."

"Don't worry", the doctor said and put a hand on his shoulder. "We'll take care of it, I promise. If you would just go in here", he said and pointed to a big white room. "Kate here is going to take care of you." A woman in her thirties smiled at him.

"Now, I'm going to book the MRI and some other machines for you, while Kate here does some standard tests. Then I'll be back to ask some more questions. Okay?"

"Okay", he nodded, glad not to have to worry anymore. Everything would be fine.

He stripped out of the stolen clothes and put on the hospital robes. The nurse took some blood samples, measured his pulse, listened to his heart and did about every other test there was. He was surprised to learn that his body seemed to know what the nurse was doing, as if he'd spent half his life in and out of hospitals. Or maybe he'd just watched too much of Grey's Anatomy.

When the nurse went away with all the samples, he fell asleep. His dreams were dark and cloudy and without any real content, just like his life. When he woke up, the room was darker and the blinds closed, and the nurse stood beside him, putting him on a drip.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Saline. You're dehydrated and malnourished", she answered. That might have been true, if he hadn't somehow recognized the word on the non-descriptive plastic bag. Midazolam. That was a sedative drug. How he knew that he wasn't sure, but he knew the nurse was lying.

"Now, just leave it in and try to sleep. Dr. Murray had to be in on a very urgent surgery, but he will continue to treat you tomorrow."

He nodded and closed his eyes, pretending to go back to sleep, but as soon as the nurse left the room, he ripped the drip from his arm with a prayer that it wasn't too late. He felt a bit sleepy, but that might as well be because of his rather hectic day.

He wasn't sure what was going on, but he didn't really want to stay to find out. He changed back into his stolen clothes and caught a glance of his charts at the end of his bed. Curiously, he opened it. The records stated that he'd gotten Sodium Chloride for IV Injection. Not a single note on the Midazolam. A bit further up, next to Patient's Name, it said John Doe. He made a face at the name for some reason. Next to it, circled with a red marker, it said NO RELATIVES, as if that was the most important thing of all. Okay, that was it, he needed to get out of there. Clearly everyone in the state of Kansas was a lunatic.

Slowly and quietly he opened the door, trying to remember his way back down the hall. The desk where the nurse had been seated was empty and dark, and he sighed of relief.

Next thing he knew, there was a strong hand on his shoulder, keeping him from going anywhere.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dr. Murray asked.

"Home. I feel better now", he lied. "My name's JD … Smith and I remember everything."

"Is that so?" the doctor asked.

"Yes. Stupid mistake", he said. "My friends and I were drunk, and I clearly had a bit too much. Won't happen again, I swear." He tried to get loose from the man's grip, but it seemed impossible.

"And where are you from?" doctor Murray wanted to know.

"Stull. It's really close, so I figured I might as well go home. You know, medical bills are no fun", he laughed nervously.

"JD Smith from Stull", the man said, his fingers digging deeper into the boy's shoulder. "Now, that's a lie if I ever heard one. We ran your DNA, you know, and apparently you've been dead for over two years. Isn't that interesting, Adam?"

"I don't know what you're talking about", he said.

"Oh, I think you do. But do you know what's even more interesting?" the man, who clearly wasn't a doctor, asked. "The man who's stated to be your father. John. Winchester." The fingers dug even deeper.

"Clearly, your brothers thought themselves clever when they sent you here. But there are a lot of things your brothers don't know, like how we keep track of everyone who's ever gotten a measles shot, for example. And I'm sad to say that you won't be able to tell them, either."

Brothers. A father named John. Him being named Adam. Officially dead for two years. But as he looked at the man, he realized that wasn't his biggest problem. The doctor's face changed, grew bigger somehow, bigger than what should be possible.

He was going to die. He knew it. The sensation of doom felt oddly familiar.

But then he realized something, saw his rescue only inches away. A fire alarm on the wall, the kind where you crash the glass and all hell breaks loose. While the creature in front of him was still transforming, Adam forced his elbow through the glass and a deafening sound was heard. The man's grip loosened, and Adam ran without looking back. Soon water fell from the ceiling and patients and staff came out, filling the halls. In the panic that followed no one noticed when the boy in too big clothes ran out to the parking lot and disappeared into the dark.