Here it is people. Tell me what you think about it.

"Deeannn," a small little boy whined as he shook a younger boy's shoulders. "Wake up! I have to go to school."

The older boy groaned and threw the pillow over his head. "Awww, can't I get any sleep?"

"No!" the little boy yelled. He grabbed the other pillow and threw it as hard as he could at the older boy. It had the exact effect he wanted because the boy shot up and reached out as if to grab him.

The little boy squealed and started running out of the room. "Daddy! Tell Dean to hurry!"

"Dean, take Sammy to school. I don't have time for both of your yelling and bickering this early in the morning."

"Yes sir," Dean said as he pulled himself up and immediately started getting dressed. He hurried to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and brushed his hair. Sammy peeked in and saw when Dean flicked a smile at himself on the mirror. "You are one handsome devil," he said to himself.

"Dean," Sammy warned from the bathroom door.

Surprised, Dean turned to look at him and quickly switched the lights off as he pushed his little brother along. "Yeah, yeah, I know, hurry my ass up."

"Oh, you said ass. I'm going to tell Daddy," Sammy declared as he tried to shake his brother off but Dean's hold was strong. They rushed to the kitchen and grabbed some milk and toast before Dean rushed Sam outside.

Finally Dean loosened his hold on Sam but he kept a close watch as they walked to school. It wasn't very far, just two blocks over.

"Want to tell me why you made me run out of the house? It's still early," Dean said.

Sam pouted. "I told you yesterday that I wanted to get there early. There's going to be show and tell."

Dean frowned. "But you don't need to be at school earlier if it's just that." He rolled his eyes, "Are you going to the library too?"

Sam smiled at him, "That too."

Dean sighed. "Jeez Sam you're going to be one of the biggest nerds in school."

"Will not!"

"Will too!" Dean countered.

"I'm going to tell on you."

"No you won't."

"And why not?"

"Because if you do, I'll mess up your hair and I won't take you to the library anymore."

Sam's lip actually quivered. "You're mean."

Dean shook his head and laid a gentle hand on his little brother's shoulder. "I'm just kidding. I'll take you to the library."

Sam smiled and hugged him quickly. "Yay!"

Dean just stood still and said, "Yeah, I know, I'm the best big brother ever."

SSSSSSSSSSSSS

Sam groaned and turned so he was lying on his back. God my head's killing me. He tried to pry his eyes open but the dim light hurt his eyes. What the? He could have sworn it was daylight out. Why are the blinds open? Did Eliza forget to close them? Or did I forget? He was so confused.

"Hey, Dad, Sammy's waking up," a whisper from the side of him caught his attention. What scared him was, not that the voice didn't sound familiar, but the fact that the voice was familiar. Sam knew exactly who it belonged to.

Suddenly his memory came rushing back. Him running from Dean, Eliza fighting off the men, them telling him that they were his family, Eliza getting poisoned. Then the parts in the woods came. He remembered being picked up by the monster but not much after that. His last memory is of hearing Eliza's voice sounding sad but determined.

Sam jerked from the bed, almost falling out, and forced his eyes to fly open. They landed on a pair of worried, hazel eyes before he looked at the other man in the room. They were both just staring him.

He had to squint to look at them because his head was pounding but as far as he could tell, they weren't armed. That didn't mean they weren't dangerous.

Dean moved towards him but Sam just pressed himself further against the wall and as threateningly as he could he hissed, "Don't come any closer."

Immediately Dean stopped in his tracks and the look of pained sorrow quickly flashed across his face before it was concealed by a mask revealing nothing. Sam found himself flinching at the look. For some unexplainable reason, he felt guilty for making Dean hurt. What is wrong with you? They're the enemy. You can't feel guilt when you haven't even done anything.

"You were out for a full twenty-four hours and then some," Dean suddenly said. He looked at Sam right in the eyes, "We were worried."

Sam snorted. "Right, like if I'm going to believe that."

"Son," the older man suddenly said. "Don't worry. We're not going to hurt you. We just want you to remember."

Sam glared at him hatefully. "You're the one that shot and stabbed Eliza and you're telling me that you won't hurt me? You two are insane."

The older man that Sam knew claimed was his dad made a move towards him but Dean held him back. The older man looked lost like if he wasn't sure what to do or act.

Dean spoke softly. "Lay back down Sammy."

"It's Sam," he said without even thinking about. He saw when Dean's lip quirked into a small smile.

"Sorry, you're Sammy to me," he stated as he let go of his dad and walked towards a table.

That's when Sam really took in his surroundings. They appeared to be at some motel or something. It was daylight outside and he could hear the sounds of cars driving by. He found himself staring at the door. I wonder if I could just make a run for it.

The older man, Sam couldn't seem to remember what Eliza had called him, seemed to read his mind and said, "Don't even think about Sammy. You're too weak and we'd catch you in a second. Now, unless you'd like us to tie you down to the bed, if I were you I wouldn't try anything."

Sam growled at him. He watched as Dean came back and hesitated for a moment before he took a step towards him. Alarmed, Sam tried to roll out of bed but only managed to land hard on the floor. He struggled to stand up but was aided by Dean himself as he pulled him to his feet. Sam jerked his arm away from Dean and tried to run away from him but Dean just grabbed him again.

"Jeez Sam, just calm down, I was just going to bring you some aspirin."

Jeez Sam you're going to be one of the biggest nerds in school. Sam blinked and stood as still as stone as those words drifted in his head. An image of a young boy with green eyes flashed across his mind. Bits and pieces of his dream returned and he stood in shock.

Dean took this chance to guide Sam back onto the bed and lay him down. "Alright Sammy, I know you have a headache. Who wouldn't after what hit you? So I need you to open up and let me give you these pills. I have some water so you can flush it down."

Sam gave Dean a confused looked before quickly looking away. You sound so familiar. But how is that possible? I must be nuts but… I think I might start believing you. Just a little bit. But if what you say is true, then Eliza has been lying to me and that couldn't be true. She would never lie to me, would she?

SSSSSSSSSSSSS

Dean watched closely as his little brother went into deep thought. Glad you haven't stopped doing that. You've always been the quick learner and I'm hopping something clicks in your head and makes you remember. Or at least trust us when we say we won't hurt you.

Sam suddenly looked at him and said, "Fine, I'll take the aspirin."

Dean sighed. "Great. I'm happy you're listening to reason." He dropped the small pills on his outstretched hand.

Sam narrowed his eyes lightly and took a closer look at the pills. I guess he's making sure they really are aspirin pills and not some other junk, Dean realized as Sam became satisfied with his inspection and popped the pills in his mouth and dry swallowed them. Dean watched as he rested his head back but he kept a weary eye on both of them.

Dean looked over at his dad who looked uncomfortable and grim. His dad cast him a look and Dean translated it. He got up and followed his dad off to the corner. In a low voice, John said, "I have to go and make sure Eliza is taken care of. We can't have her taking Sam again. I'll call up some hunters and organize a hunting party."

Dean cast him one of his looks. "Won't be easy. She's a slippery parasite." And Sam cares about her right now.

"I know but it has to be done. Call me if anything happens."

Shocked Dean looked up at his dad. "You're leaving? Like right now? We just got Sam back and you're leaving."

John sighed. "I don't want to but I have to. You have to understand. Now I want you to take care of Sammy. That's an order Dean."

Immediately Dean straitened up. "Yes sir." I'll take care of Sam. Always have, always will. Dean slumped as he realized he hadn't been there for Sam three years ago.

John laid an arm on his son. "You're a good son. I have to go now. Remember, call me if anything happens."

"I got it Dad."

John nodded and backed away. He glanced over at Sam who was glaring at them, annoyed at being talked about like if he wasn't there. John's eyes seemed to soften a bit before he turned and headed out the door. He was gone before Dean even had a chance to blink.

I know, Dad that you have to do this. Hell I want you to find Eliza and make sure she doesn't get Sam back. He thought back to the promise she had made to Sam. For some reason Dean knew she was a vampire of her word.

"You say we're brothers," Sam suddenly said.

Dean turned to look at him. "Yeah." Dean was blown away. Was Sam actually considering what he said?

Sam was quiet. "I don't know what to think," he finally whispered. Dean saw as Sam quickly ducked and hid his face behind his long hair. Dean could have sworn he saw some tears.

Dean was kind of hesitant on moving towards him to offer him some comfort. He didn't want him to react badly. He had already pushed his luck with giving him those aspirin pills. So he stayed where he was, only pulling towards him a chair and sitting down, facing his brother. He waited for Sam to speak to him again.

"Do you have any proof? I need to see some proof." Sam still wouldn't look at him. He kept staring at his hands which had suddenly turned really interesting compared to everything else.

"You're damn right I have proof." Dean pulled out something from his back pocket. He opened his wallet and pulled out a picture of Sam when he was only fourteen. It had been taken days before Sam had disappeared and whenever Dean ever forgot something small or became discouraged he would pull out the picture and look at his geeky brother smiling back at him. Dean couldn't help but think back to those days where he thought he'd lost his brother just like he'd lost his mom. No, I can't think about this right now. Sam is here and he's okay. Except for the no memory part but that could be fixed. It might take a while but eventually…

"Here you go," Dean said as he threw the whole wallet.

Sam caught it in mid flight and flipped to the picture. He stared at it. It was him alright. And the two other people next to him were definitely Dean and the older man. His brain went haywire. So they were telling the truth? That would mean Eliza was lying. Why would she do that? I don't understand. He thought back to when Eliza said she would turn him. His eyes opened wide.

Dean was looking at his brother's face intently and noticed when it went through all the emotions before staying in shock and understanding. "What?"

Sam looked at him quickly before looking back at the picture. "This is all hard to understand. Either you're lying or Eliza's lying but you have proof and that's more than anything Eliza has shown me."

Dean shook his head and pointed back at his face. "No I'm talking about that – look that came on your face. What was that about?"

"Nothing," Sam insisted.

"No, you're not going to get off that easy. Now spill." Dean stood up and started walking closer to Sam. Amazingly Sam didn't freak out or snap at him to get back.

"I still can't get around the fact that Eliza has lied to me," Sam began. He sighed. "I trusted her. She was the only family I knew." Sam pulled up high the picture. "I guess this proves I do have a family. And, now that I think about, there were things about you that were familiar. You know that night out we had. It was the first time I've ever gone out with someone else that wasn't Eliza or by myself. You're voice sounded familiar. It made me smile for some reason just by hearing you talk."

Dean listened and felt himself warm up at the thought that even with amnesia, somewhere deep down in his brother, he could recognize him by just his voice.

Sam stared at the picture hard, drilling a hole in it almost. "God I hate not knowing for sure. I just want to know so I can stop feeling like this. It's like I can't trust anyone."

Dean sat and looked at his distraught brother. "I can't imagine what it must feel like but, I want to help you. Dad wants to help you. No one's going to hurt you."

Sam looked at him and smiled lightly, the first time since everything happened. "You're a jackass but… I like you, and for some reason that's beyond me, I trust you." I just hope I'm not making some big mistake.

Okay I'm not feeling that great about this chapter but I hoped you liked it anyway.

R&R please!