Dean's POV

I stare off into space and suddenly I see Cass snapping his fingers in front of my face and saying my name.

"What?" I snap.

"Are you okay?" He asked worried.

"Oh, I'm just peachy. It's only that my brother doesn't even know me, but that's no big deal." I say sarcastically and angry.

"Dean, I understand. You have to give Sam some time, though. It will be fine. I'm sure he will remember you soon. Just give him some time and introduce yourself. Don't rush him. Am I clear?" Cass says.

"Crystal!" I snap and Cass sighs. "So, you practically want me to start all over with Sam. Is that right?!"

"It's temporary. We might can call Rowena and she can fix it." Cass says and I nod.

"You and Crowley call her. I'm going to introduce myself to Sam."

Cass calls me and I ignore it and march to Sam's room.

When I find that demon she is sooo dead! I can't believe this! Sam doesn't know who I am. I don't even know of this is worse than death. I would give anything for Sam to remember me. I would give anything for me to switch places with Sam just so he knows me.

I walk into the room and my eyes land on Sam. My green eyes meet Sam's panicked hazel eyes. I turn away and look at Crowley.

"Go to Cass and he will tell you the plan." I tell Crowley. Crowley nods and walks out of the room.

I turn my attention back to Sam and he squirms in his bed uncomfortably. I walk closer to the end of the bed that Sam is on and he pulls his legs up to him so he is as far away from me as possible.

I try to ignore how that action hurt me. I have to remember that Sam thinks I am a stranger and he doesn't know me. He doesn't know that I want hurt him. Yet, it still gives me a pain in my chest that he thinks I might hurt him.

I put my hand out towards Sam offering him to shake it. "I'm Dean," I say trying to keep voice steady.

"I'm Sam," he says back.

I fight not to say, 'I know.' Luckily, it never came out of my mouth.

"I'm...uh... just wondering... how are you feeling?" I say feeling like at total dummy.

Sam stares at me wide eyed and alert. "I'm fine," he says.

"Good," I say staring at him.

I see Sam relax and he asked, "Can I have some water?" He was using his puppy dog eyes.

"Of course." I say and go get some water.

It is weird how much younger Sam looks. He so innocent. He looks like the little kid I used to care for when we were both young and innocent before all of the world ending happened.

I pour the water into the cup and walk back over to Sam. I hand him the water. He takes it gratefully and then chugs it down like he hasn't had any water in months.

"Thanks," Sam said after all the water was gone.

"Don't mention it," I reply and sit on the chair beside Sam. Sam shouldn't have to thank me for being there for him and getting him what he needs. I know he forgot and it is not his fault but I feel like there is a hole in my chest.

I stare at him and he looks uncomfortable under my gaze, but I can help it. My own brother doesn't know who I am. You go though it and get back to me. I practically raised that kid! I would do anything for him and he doesn't know it. I love him. Of course I will have to tell him this when he knows me. I don't think he knows this because of our past argument.

Sam shifted under my gaze and I looked at anything else but him. I really want Sam to get to know me. Maybe it can bring back some memories.

"You want to get out of this bed. I can take you to get some take out." I ask, hoping that Sam would say yes.

Sam looks uncertain at first, but then he looks me in the eye and nods.

"Great let's go!" I say enthusiastically.

Sam's POV

This Dean dude just asked me to go out and eat lunch with him. Why does he want to know me so badly? I don't even know his dude.

The way he looks at me is heartbroken. He looks like he lost someone he just loved.

When he asked me he looked like he had barley any hope that I would say yes. Why does he want to eat so bad? Maybe he is hungry. I kinda felt bad for him with his heartbroken eyes, so I nodded my head. Maybe it won't be so bad.