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Twister

Chapter Eleven:

Dean was sleeping again and Sam suspected the doctor had ordered the nurses to keep him sedated. His brother looked so peaceful when his sleep was induced by drugs. He looked completely relaxed. It was something he very rarely did, even in sleep. Normally when he slept it was a light sleep and you could tell, even in his sleep he was ready for anything. In normal sleep his hand was often under his pillow gripping the combat knife he kept there ready for anything.

Sam wished he could remember what they were doing in Happyland in the first place, but he had no freaking idea and it was making him crazy. Hell for that matter how could he remember being on the road with his brother and the things they hunted destroyed, but he could not remember Jessica being murdered or their father going missing. How could he forget why he was even hunting again when he had done everything in his power to stop? It made no sense to him even though the doctor had explained it.

The doctor had explained that there is no good understanding of why damage to the brain in certain areas would sometimes result in a selective memory deficit. The memory loss may just affect specific part of his memory without affecting his memory as a whole. He likened it to damage on a slightly scratched C.D. The C.D. will play the music, but skip the damaged area. But like the C.D. it is sometimes possible to restore the memory by correcting the damaged area.

Early this morning as his brother slept Sam had made a trip out to the Impala. He had dressed in scrubs borrowed from the hospital and had been able to slip past the reporters as just another hospital employee even with the bright white cast on his forearm. The car was parked where his brother had left it in the E.R. parking area. He moved the car to the other side of the hospital away from the reporters that might see him digging through it.

The car was a mess and would need some repairs before they continued their journey to where ever they were going. He opened the trunk and found most of their bags inside. They had been tossed around and were in jumbled disarray but it looked like they had not lost much in the motel room. That alone told Sam they were likely just passing through Happyland on their way to some other destination.

In all likelihood the only things they had lost were their small overnight bags. Sam even found his laptop in the trunk. He pulled it out of the leather case he kept it in and pressed the power button and was totally surprised when it powered up. He closed it and returned it to its case then looked around to be sure no one was nearby. He opened the weapons locker under the trunk. It was in total disarray but really that wasn't too unusual. After straightening it up he closed and locked it.

Then he shouldered his and his brother's bags, grabbed the laptop and went back to Dean's room where his brother was still sleeping peacefully. He checked with a few of the nurses and other employees about finding a reliable auto repair shop for the Impala. With several recommendations he called and had the car towed in for the repairs that would put it back in the pristine condition that his brother normally kept it in. When they picked it up he was told the repairs and tune up would take a day or two at the most.

Sam had used his laptop to search for all the information he could find on Amnesia. Unfortunately he didn't find anything more than what the doctor had told him. He didn't like it, but he would have to be patient and wait until something jogged his memory and he remembered.

His brother began to stir just before lunch. Sam watched as his brothers eyes fluttered and awareness slowly returned. It was so unlike Dean and Sam didn't like seeing him this way. His brother didn't do anything slowly. His brother was impervious to things that bothered everyone else. Dean's pain tolerance went so far beyond the norm that Sam often wondered if he had a problem with his nervous system. Sam knew that he would never have been able to pull that stake out of his own leg and remain conscious. He would have passed out from the pain alone.

His brother's eyes opened finally and Sam watched as complete awareness returned and he remembered where he was and why. "Sam," he said. "Are you okay?"

Sam laughed. He would never get away from the over protectiveness of his big brother. No matter what was wrong with Dean his first thought was always for Sam and sometimes it bother him that his brother would worry more about Sam then himself. But most times it humbled him. Sam suspected that even though there was a mere four years between them Dean saw him more like a son then a brother or perhaps a cross between the two. "I'm fine Dean. What about you."

"I'm fine, but I think that damn doctor drugged me again," he grumbled.

"Well," Sam smirked. "I guess that was better then the barium enema he threatened you with."

Dean's eyes narrowed at his brother for just a second and then he laughed. "The man has a way of getting what he wants doesn't he?"

"Yeah," Sam replied with a grin. "You should have seen the look on your face."

Dean looked at his brother. Times when he was happy and smiling were so few and far between. He let his brother have fun at his expense for a few minutes before he said, "Oh, shut up." Which only served to make his brother laugh harder and then he was laughing too, he couldn't help it. His brother's happiness was infectious even under their current circumstances.

It was then when they were sharing a rare moment of happiness that there was a quick knock on the door before it opened some one walked quickly in closing the door behind her. Dean had glanced at the woman and his face was instantly split with one of his most beguiling grins.

She was stunning. Long luxurious looking black hair curled its way down past her beautiful face right to her rather large breasts. Her bright blue shirt was cut deep revealing a large amount of cleavage split by a long silver necklace that ended with a Celtic charm at the very top of her breasts. Her sky blue eyes stared at Dean as he lay grinning at her.

"Sammy," Dean said to his brother without taking his eyes from the beauty who just walked in the door. "I think I just died and went to heaven."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and said, "I'm sorry ma'am, you'll have to excuse Dean. He's ah…"

"No apologies are necessary," she said with a smile. "My name is Sandra Williams. I'm with the Daily News. If it's okay I'd like to ask you gentleman a few questions."

"No," Sam replied automatically.

"Sure thing sweetheart," Dean said at the same time as his brother's denial. "You can ask me anything as long as you ask me out tonight too!"

Sam looked at his brother his eyes rising high on his forehead. "Dean."

"Oh, are you going to be discharged today?" Sandra asked with a grin.

"I don't know but I'm getting charged right now," he replied.

Her smile grew and she replied, "Well, maybe later I can help you get released."

"Oh honey," he told her. "I'd love for you to help me with that."

Sam threw his hands in the air and sat down on his own bed leaving the chair free for the reporter. It was obvious that she wasn't going anywhere just yet.

"So, you to are the guys who saved all those people in Happyland," Sandra said.

"No," Dean replied. "All we did was dig ourselves out."

"Yes, but your actions let to the survival of all those other people," she told him. "Can I get some background information from you?"

"Actually I think you need to go interview the police officer Tony Connors. He's the one who did all the work. We just told him about the problem."

"He's already been interviewed. Now, what were you doing in Happyland?"

"We were just passing through," Dean told her. "As a matter of fact as soon as I can get the doctor to let me go we are going to continue on our way so there's no need to make a big deal out of this whole thing."

"Where are you going?"

It was Sam who answered that question, "I'm sorry, but that's none of your business. Now, if you don't mind my brother needs to rest."

"I would quite agree," said the doctor walking into the room. "Miss Williams, I have already told you that you need to leave. Please do not make me call security."

"Perhaps we can continue this another time," she told Dean with a smile. She turned and swung her hips as she walked away knowing full well the effect she was having on him as she did.

"Wow," Dean told the doctor. "She could fix me right up."

"I see the sedative I ordered for you has worn off," the doctor told him. "Need I warn you again about over exerting yourself?"

"You know doc," Dean told him with a frown. "You're a real killjoy."

"Well, you can thank me later," the doctor replied. "That woman is definitely poison fruit. You do not want to eat the apples off that tree."

"Oh, I don't know," Dean replied. "Her apples looked pretty good to me."

A/N Okay, here you go another fun chapter. Enjoy reading and let me know what you think by reviewing. Thanks again for reading!