Sorry it took me a bit. This chapter isn't that exciting but it's building off for the next one which should be better.

"Okay, let me get this strait." Dean eyed Sam who was sitting across from him. They were in a small fast food restaurant, next to the gas station. "You've been having flashbacks and only now you care to mention it to me?"

Sam squirmed slightly, uncomfortable in his chair and nodded.

Dean cast a quick glance all around the diner and then looked over at his dad who was filling the Impala's gas tank. His attention returned to Sam. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Sam could barely pick up the slight hurt in Dean's eyes. He looked down. "I'm sorry, I wasn't ready." He looked up at Dean hopefully as he said the next sentence. "But I'm ready now. And I'm telling you aren't I? That counts for something."

Dean looked thoughtful for a moment and finally he sighed and nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess it does." Dean's face suddenly morphed into curiosity and he kicked Sam under the table.

"Ow! What was that for?" Sam exclaimed as he looked at Dean in surprise.

"Oh, sorry I guess I kicked harder than I thought. Anyway," Dean leaned in closer. Hesitantly he said, "What…what do you remember?"

Sam grinned lightly. "Well, let's see. I know you're very conscious about your looks. You stand in front of the bathroom mirror and brag about it."

"Hold up!" Dean interrupted. He looked offended and said, "I haven't done that since I was…younger. Years ago I'd say."

Sam gave him a look, not believing him one bit. "Uh-huh, you know if you had a nose like Pinocchio it'd be sticking a mile long from your face."

"You don't know that," Dean put in. "What else do you remember?"

"Enough to trust you and dad," Sam responded. The word Dad slipped out of his mouth without him even knowing.

Dean noticed though and finally realized that Sam remembered. Granted, he doesn't remember everything but it's enough. Maybe it's enough that Sam won't want to leave us for Eliza. He couldn't help but think about how much progress he had made with Sam. Sam was actually talking to him like if they were great friends. Even Dad is earning a bit of Sam's trust. I mean, this is the first time I've heard Sam call him dad.

"I think John's done," Sam announced out of the blue.

Well, he's still getting used to us. Dean shrugged. It'll work out. Sam just needs a little bit more time.

The door in the diner opened and John walked in. He walked strait for where his sons were sitting. "Did you order yet?" he asked Dean.

Sam answered for Dean. "Yeah, it should be here soon."

John looked at him and then looked back at Dean. He had a puzzled and slightly surprised look on his face. All the time that Sam had been with them, he hadn't really spoken to John. "Did I miss something?"

Dean nodded and moved over so his dad could take a seat. "Yeah it's big. Sam here has something to tell you." Dean cast a casual yet solid look at Sam. "Isn't that right, Sammy?"

Sam looked strait at his dad with a determined look in his eyes. "Yeah, that's right."

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John stared and Sam. He seemed, happy, for probably the first time since, well, John could only go as far back as when they took him away from Eliza. And the reason why he was happy was because he was remembering his real family.

"By what you've told me, you remember pretty much everything from eleven and under. Twelve and up seem to still be a little fuzzy, right Sammy?" John stated.

Sam nodded. He still had a smile on his face. "But I'm sure I'll remember that soon too."

John looked at Dean who also looked back at him. They needed to know.

John turned back to Sam who had caught the silent exchange between them. "Sammy," John began. "We know you remember us but, how do you feel about Eliza?"

Understanding settled on Sam's face. He looked indecisive and his voice was confused as he said, "I don't know what to think. In the three years I was with Eliza, she never did anything wrong. She treated me with love and respect. She never hurt me and she did everything to protect me." He smiled lightly as a memory of Eliza washed over him. "She wanted me to finish my education and she even drilled me into filling as many applications as possible for college. You know she never hunted people, only animals."

John sat back, amazed. In Sam's eyes, Eliza sounded like a normal mother who cared about him and wanted what was best. He hardened his mind to her though. He couldn't bring himself to like her even after all that Sam said. She stole his son from him for Christ sake!

"But," Sam continued. "I don't think I'd trust her. I still care about her but…" Sam trailed off. He looked at the table top." But I don't think I'd want to go with her, to live with her again I mean. I think I'd like to stay with you guys. Still," he continued, "I don't want her to leave completely." He sighed in frustration. "This is all so confusing in my head."

"Don't strain yourself son. It'll all come to you in time. In the mean time, why don't we all, eat," John said as he noticed that the food was being laid out on their table.

No one argued. They were all starving.

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They had left the diner after eating and now they were all seated in the Impala and back on the road.

Sam was happy that they had talked. It felt good to speak to his dad but his thoughts kept wandering towards Eliza. If I could only talk to her, I know it would help me a lot. I need to ask why so I can clear everything up.

"How are you handling yourself back there?" asked Dean.

Sam shifted his position so he was looking at Dean. "I'm tired." He stifled a yawn before leaning his head back on the seat.

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, I can see that. Hey man, I don't mind that you're sleeping. In fact, it seems to help you so go ahead and sleep all you want."

Sam would have said he'd love to if his back wasn't stiff and sore. The Impala was just too small for him to sleep in two nights in a row. It didn't make for a comfortable bed at all.

John saved him because he said, "I guess we can afford to stop at a motel. I have to call Bobby and Caleb again and check to see if they've found anything. Eliza just seems to have disappeared."

"I wouldn't be surprised if she was watching us right now," Sam mumbled quietly to himself.

"So that settles it," Dean declared.

They didn't stop right away. They did a couple more miles before John found a good enough motel to stay in. He checked in and handed Dean the key.

They walked in with Sam right in the middle.

"I'm going to take a shower," Sam called over his shoulders as he made his way towards the bathroom.

Dean called back, "Yeah, just don't waste the hot water!"

When Sam was out of ear shot John turned to Dean and said, "You know the procedure."

"Yes sir, salt line the room and protect Sammy," Dean recited automatically.

John nodded. "Good." He looked slightly nervous but then he said, "Look, I need more dead man's blood. It's daylight so if Eliza is planning to do anything, she'd wait for the night but if she does try to do anything in the day; you call me. She'd be weakened so you could take her on. I'll be back soon. Do you think you could handle it?"

Dean pulled out a machete from the bag and grinned. "Yes sir, I so got this."

"That's my boy." He moved towards his bag and pulled out a knife that he slipped in his waist band before grabbing a small bag and moving towards the door. "I'll be back soon," he said again before he closed the door.

Dean immediately started creating the salt lines all around the room. When he was done, he stood back and surveyed his work. Not long after, Dean heard as Sam turned off the water. Pretty soon Sammy stepped out, fully clothed with his hair dripping and he stared in confusion at the salt lines.

"What are those for?" He bent down and touched a bit of the powder. "Is this salt?"

"What? Don't you remember how we always salt our rooms or where ever we're staying?" Dean asked as he sat on the bed.

Sam concentrated for a moment and then his face lighted. "Oh yeah, I remember now! It's to keep ghost out or something."

"It is to keep ghosts out." Dean grinned at him. "See, you do have your memory back."

Sam smiled back at him before he frowned and looked around. "Where's Dad?"

"Uh…he went out to stock on some more equipment. Don't worry he'll be back soon. Do you really think Dad would be gone a whole hour from you?"

Sam shook his head. "I guess not."

"Of course not. Now come, you need your beauty sleep."

"Naw, I'm not that tired anymore. I guess that shower did me good."

"So what do you wanna do now? Watch some TV or something?"

"How about we just talk? You can tell me more about hunting ghosts and all that stuff. Tell me about some of your hunts," Sam pressed as he took a seat on his bed and faced Dean with an eager face.

"Fine." Dean would be glad to tell his little brother about some of his great moments.

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Eliza watched the window intently from her position in the car. Her eyes lighted with joy at seeing Sam. He looked healthy. In fact, he looked much better than he had before. Eliza had never really noticed how pale he had been compared to his rosy coloring now.

She didn't like how Sam was getting to close to the Winchester men. She'd never seen him smile like that at anyone else before, besides her. It made her sad and mad at the same time. How dare those two try to steal Sam away from her?

On the other hand; her small, almost invisible voice of reason was telling her that she had no reason to accuse the men of stealing. She had been the one to steal Sam from them so in reality, Sam had never belonged to her.

He doesn't even love me the way I love him.

She shook her head. No, she'd talk it out with Sam. There was still time to save their relationship.

During the last few days they had been apart, Eliza had never truly realized how much space Sam had taken in her heart and when he had been taken away, it was almost like if her heart were hollow with no emotion. It was a cold dark place. It reminded her of the years before she had met Sam; all those solitary, lonely years of nothingness. She couldn't and wouldn't go back to then. Sam was her light and world. Without him, why would she go on?

She looked back up at the window. It was now or never. John was gone and the boy, Dean, was distracted. She looked at the bright orb in the sky and shivered. Even though it would cause her great pain, it had to be done. They wouldn't expect an attack in day. It would come as a surprise.

Sam, Sam, Sam, she chanted. My Sam.

Like I said, the next one should be better. Oh, and I'd also like to say that there's only a couple more chapters. I estimate two or three. R&R!