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Title: Thoughtless Memories

Chapter Title: Chapter Four: Don't Leave

Set After: Asylum

Summary: Dean thought Sam hated him. What better way to say 'I love you' like rock salt in the chest, right? He thought he couldn't feel any worse pain than he had when his brother spat those words at him, then shot him... But one day Sam was attacked while Dean went out for coffee... And he found something worse than that pain. "Sam? You okay?" "Um... Do I know you?" Now Dean's fighting to save his only brother... and his memories... But will he make it in time?

Warnings: Abandonment... Again...

Sam nodded, then started leafing through the pictures. He smiled slightly at one, where two young boys were smiling, one of them with cake on his face, and a birthday hat on his head.

Dean sat down next to Sam and smiled slightly. "Dad must have given you that..." He pointed to the boy standing up. "That's me. And that," he pointed the boy with cake on his face, "is you. It was your fourth birthday. You were four, obviously, and I was eight."

"We look happy."

"At that point we were," Dean said, nodding. "We were, Sammy."

"Is that my name?" Sam asked, looking up at Dean. "Sammy?"

"Well, it's Sam," Dean said, nodding. "And I'm Dean."

Sam nodded. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Dean."

"It's nice to be met."

"Okay, Sam, I'm not going to tell you everything. If I did you'd run away like a scared little girl and never look back." Dean finished packing some weapons in their trunk, and looked up at Sam. "But you're going to have to trust me. And when I tell you to do something just do it, no questions asked. Okay?"

Sam hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. Okay, Dean." He climbed into the passenger seat of Dean's car.

Dean climbed into the opposite seat, then looked over at Sam, starting the car. "Let's get this party started."

"Sir, I heard you're looking for something," a man, somewhere around Dean's age, said, walking up to Sam and Dean as they sat in a restaurant booth, Dean researching on a laptop that they had borrowed from the restaurant owner.

Dean looked up at him, then narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me?"

The man grabbed the drawing that Dean had had sketched earlier and took in the detail for a few moments. He nodded, looking a bit sad.

"You know where to find it?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows. He looked hopeful, but knew that this man didn't have a friendly encounter with it.

"Who did it attack?" the man asked, looking back and forth between Sam and Dean.

"My brother. Him," Dean said, jerking his head in Sam's direction.

"Where?" the man asked, now staring at Sam with interest.

"Why?" Dean asked, narrowing his eyes at the man. "Why are you so curious?"

"Why are you answering my questions?" the man asked, raising his eyebrows. When Dean remained silent, he nodded. "We both know why. I've have en encounter with it."

"What's your name?" Dean asked, crossing his arms.

"Kyle."

"What happened, Kyle?" Sam asked, looking a bit hesitant and scared.

"Can I, uh... Can I speak with your brother alone for a moment?" Kyle asked Sam.

Dean shook his head. "No. Whatever you have to say to me you can say in front of him. So sit your ass down."

Kyle sighed and nodded. "I need to show you something first."

"Why the hell are we here?" Dean asked, looking around as the three men made their way through a graveyard.

"This," Kyle said, stopping at a grave. He sighed sadly and knelt down next to it. "This is my brother. It attacked him."

Dean knelt down next to him, and looked up at Sam. Sam nodded before walking a bit away from the two. He instinctively knew that whatever Kyle was about to tell Dean wasn't going to be good... and Dean didn't want it to scare Sam.

"It seemed okay at first. Like he had amnesia or something," Kyle said, shrugging. "We'd bond throughout the day, go to bed, then the next morning he wouldn't remember a thing. We just kept going on like that for a couple days... Then he started getting weaker... headaches... A couple days after the headaches started he collapsed, so I took him to the hospital. They tried to figure out what was wrong... tried to find a cure, but he died before they could get anywhere." Kyle looked at Dean. "I'll help you."

"Why?" Dean asked, looking down at the grave. Inside he knew why. He knew exactly why.

"Because losing a little brother is the worst feeling in the world. I know that you're going through a lot at the moment right now... having to deal with his panic each morning because he has no clue who he is, who you are... But losing him is so much worse. And I want to spare someone else the pain that I went through," Kyle said, looking over at Dean. "No older brother should have to burry their younger brother until you know the time is right. Not until you're both old and white."

Dean nodded. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost Sam..."

Kyle nodded and stood up. "Image that it isn't my little brother in that grave... that it's yours."

Dean stood up and stared at the grave, looking scared. His face was still hard, but the look in his eyes told you that he had never been that scared in his whole life.

"Ow."

Dean looked over at Sam. "Sam?"

Sam shook his head, closing his eyes slightly and touching his forehead. "It's nothing. It's just a small headache."

Dean quickly looked at Kyle. "Let's go kick some monster ass."

"Sam, can we talk?"

Dean stood in the door way to a guest room that Kyle had lent him and Sam in his house. They would've had separate rooms, but Dean was afraid that something might happen to Sam, so he convinced his brother into one room. Currently Sam was taking off his shoes after having thrown his bag on a chair in the corner.

Sam looked up at Dean and nodded. "Yeah, sure. What is it?"

"Um... It's about what happened to you." Dean walked into the room and grabbed a chair, carrying it over to Sam's bed. He spun it around and sat down, resting his arms on the backrest.

Sam took off his left shoe and set it down slowly next to his right. He nodded. "Alright."

Dean sighed, thinking for a moment. "Well, there's no real easy way to say this, Sam, so I'm just going to go right out and say it.

"Sam, our mother was murdered when you were a baby. By something supernatural. So our dad then devoted the rest of his life trying to find that demon, carrying us along for the ride. We learned how to fight, hunt... We save people, Sam. We save them from the paranormal. And we were in town doing exactly that. We had finished and we were ready to leave the day of the attack... A demon or something attacked you. Stuck something inside your head... He's the reason you don't remember anything... And he's the reason that you're going to die if Kyle and myself don't hurry our asses up and save you."

Dean studied Sam, waiting for a reaction of some kind. But Sam just sat there, staring at Dean. A few moments went by in the silence of the room, before Sam stood up quickly.

"Sam?" Dean stood up also, looking ready to fight his brother if he tried to pull anything stupid.

Sam shook his head. "No. I'm normal. The supernatural isn't even real, Dean. It --"

"It is, Sam. We fight it on a daily basis. Shadows do move... The voices at midnight isn't the wind... it's whispers from spirits that have yet to move on... Bloody Mary wasn't made up. Hell, we fought her, and you almost died in the process! Then I almost died saving your ass! Sam, the supernatural is real. Whether you want to believe it or not." Dean stood there, looking his brother square in the eye. Sure, it wasn't an easy thing for his brother to process, but he'd get over it, right? He'd learn to accept it and help out once more, right?

"I'm out of here," Sam said, starting towards the door.

Wrong.

Dean shook his head, grabbing Sam's arm. "No you're not. You're staying right here."

Sam narrowed his eyes at Dean and pulled away from his grasp. "Look, Dean -- if that's your real name -- I don't know who you are or who you're trying to kid, but I don't have time for this bullshit. I'm trying to figure out why I have amnesia. And if that's a problem for you I'll just find that god damn gun and do what I should've done this morning."

Dean backed up a few steps. "Sam, please." His eyes were actually pleading this time. Like he wanted his brother to go out into the world alone with god only knows what hunting him. That thing was still after Sam. Dean knew it.

Sam shook his head, glaring at Dean, before walking out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Dean: Gee, love you too, bro.

Sam: Hey, shut up. It's not my fault Haley's writing it this way.

Haley: I thought it was a nice twist.

Dean: Damn authors and their stupid twists...

Haley: What was that?
Dean: Nothing...

Haley: That's what I thought.

Haley: Now to respond to a few of the lovely reviews you guys gave me! .

Sam: 'doyoufeellikeyourfallingdown': I --

Dean: Ha, nice pen name there.

Haley: Don't make fun. Alright, Sam, go on.

Sam: I also enjoy mine and Dean's conversations… And I also hope I don't keep forgetting…

Dean: 'teal-lover': Yeah, that'd be hell to explain, huh? Just hope Haley doesn't keep doing that…

Haley: Heh…

Sam: 'Spuffyshipper': Yes, poor me. I hope I get my memory back soon, too.

Dean: 'nighttime writer': Really? I don't…

Haley: Shut up.

Dean: Women…

Sam: 'warrior of the shadow': Yeah, it was harder for me to trust Dean the second time around… Poor Dean.

Dean: Shut up, Bitch.

Sam: Jerk.

Dean: 'whimseyrhodes':

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