Author's Notes: Here's the next chapter! I quite like where this fic is heading so I'll try posting more of it soon! I haven't got much homework so hopefully I'll be able to write a lot more to post on Saturday. Thanks for all the reviews everyone! I really appreciate it and it really helps me write more! Hope you all like this and please review!

Chapter 11

Sam sat alone by the river, every so often looking around him cautiously.

Who was that strange person that was sitting beside him earlier. What did he want with him? Sam sighed as he rested his head in his hands, gloomily looking at the calm river.

"There he is!" Yelled a manly voice behind him. Standing up, he quickly backed away from the people.

"Sam!" Yelled Dean as he ran over to his brother. Sam just backed away even more, giving his so called brother a strange look.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"I'm your brother. And this is our dad. Remember?" Dean called John over who was quite worried about his youngest son.

"Of course I remember dad...I'm not dumb." Sam rolled his eyes and hugged John. How come he remembered his father but not his own brother? Thought Dean as he walked slowly away from Sam and his father.

Dean leant up against the Impala's door, waiting for his father to return. The hospital had told John and Dean that they were going to keep Sam in for a little longer, just to run some tests and then he'd be let out when they were satisfied with his recovery. Dean shook his head as he slammed his fist into the car door, making a fairly big dent. Dean looked at his now bleeding hand and sighed. So what? He thought to himself as he buried his aching head in his hands.

"Now Sam, the doctors are going to take you back to hospital and run some tests ok?"

Sam nodded as both father and son walked towards the ambulance and the Impala. Sam laughed quietly as he looked at the older boy leaning up against the Impala, sobbing slightly.

"What are you laughing for son?" Asked John sternly. "I know you probably can't remember your brother that well but you can at least give him some respect Sam. Do you hear me?"

"Yes sir."

John shook his head before helping Sam up into the ambulance and walking over to Dean.

"He'll remember everything soon Dean. Just wait and I promise, everything will be back to normal."

Dean nodded his head slowly and looked up at his father with weepy eyes.

"When's this trauma going to stop?" He asked sorrowfully.

"Look Dean, we're all just going through a rough patch at the moment, that's all son. Now, let's get you home so you can have a rest. I expect you haven't been able to sleep while Sammy's been hospitalised. I'll make you a nice, warm cup of hot chocolate if you'd like."

"That'd be great dad, I appreciate it." Dean smiled weakly as he watched the ambulance draw away.

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Sitting on the sofa at home, Dean thought about his little brother again. He just couldn't get him out of his mind. He wished his could of gone to the hospital and sit by his brother, waiting for him to remember who he was.

"I've just got a call them the hospital." Said John as he walked into the lounge. "Sam's been talking about you and how he remembers you, but they're unsure to whether he's telling the truth or not."

Dean's ears pricked up.

"Why wouldn't he be telling the truth?"

"He's a teenager Dean, teenagers lie. Especially when they want something they can't get."

"And what is that?"

"To come home. He keeps begging them to let him out. Sounds like he's sick of all the tests and the antiseptic smells in the hospital. Poor devil."

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"Look, I remember by damn brother now. Why won't you let me go home!" Yelled Sam as he got up from his bed, rage taking over his whole body.

"You're still very ill Sam. I'm very sorry." Said one of the nurses as she tried comforting the distressed boy.

"Get away from me!" He cried as she tried grabbing his arms to stop Sam from lashing out. "Get off!" He cried even more. "You're hurting me!"

Sam yelled at the top of his voice as the nurse dug her nails into his arm. Tears fell down Sam's red, panic stricken face as he watched the blood drip down his arm.

"Please stop!" He wailed, trying to kick the nurse away from him.

Jumping as the door of Sam's room swung open, the nurse backed away from Sam and pretended to be scared by the situation.

"Oh god doctor! He's a menace! He wouldn't stop lashing out at me, he did this to himself in anger." The nurse cried as he held Sam's arm towards the doctors face.

Sam's eyes widened as he listened to the nurses story. He was speechless.

"Well then Mr Winchester, it seems that we may have to keep you in longer than expected because of this incident. I am very sorry." Said the doctor before trying to help Sam back into bed.

"But I didn't do this to myself! She did it!"

"It seems that your mind's playing tricks on you Mr Winchester. One of our experienced nurses would never lay their hands on a patient. Never." He said sternly before leaving the room with the nurse.

That night, Sam cried himself to sleep. Another nurse had wrapped his arm up in bandages and gave him some aspirin for the pain but it wasn't helping at all. He knew his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. He remember his brother, Dean...he remembered everything.

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Chapter 12 coming soon!