PREVIOUSLY:

"214, but, Sammy listen to me," Before Dean could finish his plea, the younger was already heading towards the room.

Man, I hope she doesn't completely hate me for putting her in here…

210.

I mean, if I hadn't showed up and screwed with hers and Cayden's lives, she wouldn't be in this mess…

212.

Then again, she was always one to forgive easily—

214.

Well, here goes nothing… Sam sighed as he turned the doorknob and opened the door.

The brunette was sitting up in bed, flipping through channels on the small TV next to the guardrail. She snapped her head to the door immediately after hearing the door creak open and looked at him, blankly, cocking her head in confusion.

"Who the hell are you?" She inquired.

CHAPTER TEN – Amnesia? (Part One)

Sam starred blankly at her, flabbergasted at why she was playing stupid with him after the previous events. "Iz,--"

Isabelle cut him off. "Who the hell are you?" She repeated, angrily just before the young man was snatched out of the hospital room by the back of his shirt and the door slammed shut once again.

Dean gave his brother a frustrated look. "Amnesia, Sammy. Which was what I was trying to tell you before you burst in there and made yourself look like a raving lunatic."

"So, what? She doesn't remember me or Cayden or anything?" He asked, aggravated, even though he already knew the answer was a surefire yes. "What'd the doctor say?"

"Well, obviously, Belle's a little out of it, but she, meaning the doctor who was mighty fine might I add, said Izzy should get her memory back in a couple days… Doc wants her to spend the night just to keep an eye on her but after that we can take her home… Wait for her memory to come back and she'll be as good as new," Dean answered with a sigh.

Sam scrubbed his face with his hands, sighing tiredly. "So what am I supposed to do now? Go back in there; introduce myself like…I've never met her before?" His frustration level was almost through the roof.

His brother shrugged. "Or you could explain to her that she was kidnapped by some supernatural creature and just tell her, her entire life story, minus the five years you don't know about."

The younger Winchester brother shot him a look, but Dean just made a face.

"I was serious," He stated with a chuckle before a soft sniffle caught their attention and both men looked to see Hal approaching them with his granddaughter in his arms, face nuzzled into his neck, obviously crying.

Sam stood up to face his girlfriend's father, confused and concerned look in place as he gently pried his daughter from Hal's arms. "I'm gonna take her for a walk…" He whispered.

"And I think I'm gonna try and warm Izzy up to all of this before she really scares her daughter," Dean chuckled dryly as his brother walked off.

"What's wrong, Cay?" Sam inquired quietly in his daughter's ear, gently rubbing her back to soothe her sobs while slowly advancing down the hospital corridor. "What happened, hm?"

"Mommy … doesn't …" Cayden hiccupped into his shoulder, trying to gain control of her breathing. "She doesn't … remember me …" She managed.

"Sweetie, that's only temporary…" He stated, continuing to stroke her back in hopes she'd settle down before he took her back to see her mother.

"W-What happened … to her?" She sniffled, tightening the grip she had around his neck as Sam readjusted her higher on his waist.

"Remember your dream…?" Her dad asked, hesitantly.

Cayden nodded, her face still buried in his shoulder. "Man with the yellow eyes…? When he hit Mommy in the head?"

"Yeah," Sam sighed, tiredly. "She got hit in the head, right?"

She nodded again.

"Well, when she got hit, it scared her memory away…" He said, smartly. "But it'll come back when it realizes there's nothing to be afraid of anymore…"

"Tempurery?" Cayden tried, shifting so she could look at him, quirking an eyebrow in confusion.

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, temporary." He kissed her forehead and smiled at her. "Love you, Cay Cay."

"Love you, too, Daddy," She murmured, burying her face back into his shoulder as he started back for Isabelle's room.

Sam entered the room, his daughter still on his hip. Dean and Hal both looked to the door, as did Isabelle, but her eyes immediately went to the five year old.

"Isabelle," Hal started, but she caught on.

"This is…Sam, right?" She asked more than stated. "And Cayden? My daughter…?"

"MOMMY!" Cayden exclaimed, reaching out to the brunette with hopeful eyes. Sam sat her down on the edge of the hospital bed and she immediately scrambled to hug her mom.

Isabelle, confused and lost as she was, pulled the kindergartener into her lap and held her there; memory loss was scary enough alone, atleast she had a family, right?

NEXT DAY:

Sam had originally planned on staying the night in the hospital, but his girlfriend's doctor insisted if she needed sleep, then so did he and sent him home. Now returning to her hospital room, he knocked on the door and got a muffled "come in" for a reply.

"Hey, you ready to go?" He asked, taking a seat on the edge of one of the chairs while she tugged the hoodie of his he'd brought her over her head and gave him a small smile.

"Where's uh…" She hesitated, searching her jumbled thoughts for his name.

"Dean?" Sam inquired, handing her the necklace she'd been wearing; he knew it looked familiar, he just couldn't place his finger on where from.

Isabelle nodded, carefully pulling the string over her head, so it hung just between the two knobs on her collar bone below her neck.

"He's waiting in the car. Cayden's spending the night with your sister."

"So does that leave just me and you at the house?"

"Not exactly," Sam chuckled. "Dean kind-of lives there, too. And Hal just decided to spend the night 'cause he's pretty protective of you."

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. (Offers apologue hugs!) I was kind-of having a minor writer's block. But, I'm pretty okay now – and I have ideas for the next two chapters completely!

Christmas is coming at me really fast and I'm hoping to write a Christmas flashback oneshot for Sam and Isabelle! If anyone's got an ideas they'd like to see for these two, please! SEND THEM IN! I'd love to hear from you!

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