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Title: Thoughtless Memories

Chapter Title: Chapter Five: Reunions

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: Hmm... Happy times xD

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 paced his room, the tears threatening to spill over. But, no, he wouldn't allow that. He couldn't allow that. He was stronger than that. He was raised stronger than that. It didn't matter that his brother was going to die soon. It didn't matter that his brother was out in the world, alone, with no memory. It didn't matter that some sort of monster was hunting his brother... He couldn't break down. Where did that get anyone? No where. All crying a breaking down did was take up your time and cause you to lose focus on the goal... No way, Dean wouldn't break down.

Dean shook his head and grabbed his cell, dialing his father's number quickly. As it rang, he took a few deep breaths. He wouldn't let his father hear his teary voice. No way. He'd have to keep cool. He just had to.

As the answering machine kicked in, Dean realized that he couldn't help it. The only thing keeping him from crying was not admitting out loud that he just fucked up his 'older brother' role and that Sam was two pennies away from a grave.

"Dad... I need your help," Dean said, his voice already cracking. "Someone got Sam... something hurt him... Now he can't remember anything, and I ran into a guy that said if we don't help Sam soon he'll die... And a little while ago Sam freaked out on me and ran off... I searched, but I couldn't find him... Please, Dad, you have to help. I really need you right now. I can't lose him, Dad. I just... I can't. We're, uh... We're just outside of LA. Staying with that guy I mentioned, Kyle. His house is 3895 18th Street, North West of LA." Dean sighed and nodded. "Please, Dad. Just... Please."

Dean ended the call and fell back on the bed Kyle was letting him use. He covered his face with his hands, stressed out. God damn, life was a bitch sometimes.

John opened his car door, and froze for a moment when he saw his phone flashing: 1 New Voice Mail. He climbed in the car and grabbed his phone. He dialed his voice mail and listened intently.

"Dad... I need your help." John heard his eldest Son's voice crack, and worry started to overcome John he continued listening. "Someone got Sam... something hurt him..." Dean could handle it on his own. He was strong. "Now he can't remember anything, and I ran into a guy that said if we don't help Sam soon he'll die..." Sam was strong. He wouldn't die. Besides, Dean wouldn't let that happen. He loved his little brother, and he'd go to the ends of the earth for him. No, Sam would be just fine. "And a little while ago Sam freaked out on me and ran off... I searched, but I couldn't find him... Please, Dad, you have to help. I really need you right now." John sighed. Dean avoided admitting that he needed help and that he needed people. It was hard for him, and John knew that. "I can't lose him, Dad. I just... I can't... We're, uh, we're just outside of LA. Staying with that guy I mentioned, Kyle. His house is 3895 18th Street, North West of LA. Please, Dad. Just... Please."

John turned off his phone and looked out over the road ahead of him. He sighed, shaking his head. "I wonder how long it'll take me to get to LA."

The next morning Sam woke up, looking around. He sighed, closing his eyes tightly as a massive headache hit him. He shook his head and opened his eyes slowly, looking around. Where the hell was he? What was going on? How did he get here?... Who was he?

Sam stood up and took in the sites around him. He was in... the forest? Sam shook his head and slowly started walking around. After a few moments he listened intently, hearing cars not too far away. He started running in that direction, jumping over logs and ducking under branches. Finally he emerged from the trees and looked around.

He was in a supermarket parking lot, and a car was driving his way. Sam backed up a little as he realized it was heading straight for him. He kept backing up, and finally the car swerved, stopping right next to Sam. A man smiled at him from the driver's seat.

"You looked a little lost," the man said, reaching over and opening the passenger's door. "Come on in. I'll take you wherever you need to go."

Sam stared at the man for a few moments. Should he trust him? Maybe... Maybe he should... He seemed like a reasonable man... And Sam could use someone to trust right about now. He nodded, climbing in the car. "Thanks."

"My name's John," the man said, turning to leave the parking lot. After a few moments of silence, he looked over at Sam. "What's yours?"

"I... I, uh, don't know," Sam said, looking a bit confused. He looked over at the man. "Where are we going?"

"To someone who can help," John said, smiling slightly.

Kyle walked into the kitchen, where Dean was sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in his hands. He was staring at the wall, looking out of it. "Dean, there's a man named John in the living room. He brought Sam back."

Dean looked up at Kyle before quickly setting down his coffee and running out of the kitchen, into the living room. He smiled as his saw his father and his brother.

John walked over to Dean, keeping his voice down so Sam couldn't hear him. "Sam's in bad shape, Dean. He knows his name now, but he doesn't know you or me."

Dean looked over at his brother, who was staring around the house. He looked confused and a bit scared. Quite frankly, Dean couldn't blame him. Being in a strange house with people you don't know, all the while not being able to remember his past? It was enough to freak anyone out.

"How'd you get him to remember his name?" Dean asked, looking back at his father.

John shook his head. "I didn't do anything. There was this girl... She brought some memories back."

"A girl?" Dean asked, furrowing his brow. "Who?"

"Her name was Jess," John said, looking over at Sam for a moment before looking back to Dean.

Dean shook his head. "No, Dad, that's not possible. Jess was Sam's girlfriend. She died. I saw her die the way Mom died. It couldn't have been her."

"It was," John said, shrugging. "And she seemed perfectly alive to me."

Dean looked over at his brother. "How'd Sam react?"

"As soon as he saw her he knew he had been in love with her at one time," John said, smiling slightly. "He just knew."

"Where is she now?" Dean asked, looking back at his father.

"Hey, guys," Jess said, walking down the hallway. "Dropped a few things off in one of the guest rooms. Don't mind if I steal Sam from you do you, Dean?" She smiled.

Dean stared at her. "Can we talk?"

Jess shrugged. "I don't know. Can we? Well, it sounds like I can. Can you?"

Dean rolled his eyes. Where did Sam find these people?

Jess walked over to Sam and John. "Look, Dean, it's a long story. One I'd be happy to explain to you. Later. Alright?"

Dean nodded. "Fine. As long as you're not some spirit here to help my brother into the great beyond I have no problem with you."

Jess smiled slightly. "Don't worry. I'm not a spirit. I was, but I'm alive and breathing now. And Sam will stay the same way. Promise."

"She can help, Dean," John said as Jess walked over to Sam and sat down next to him. "I promise she can."

"You're leaving, aren't you?" Dean asked, tearing his eyes away from Jess, looking back at his father.

John nodded. "I have to. I'm sorry."

Dean nodded. "Well... thanks for coming. And thanks for bringing Sam back to me."

John nodded before heading to the door. He looked at Sam. "Take care." Sam smiled at him, nodding, before John left.

Dean turned to Jess. "Me, you, kitchen now."

Sam: Zombie girlfriend back from the dead?

Haley: I promise you there's a good explanation for Jess being back. You'll just have to wait and see what that is, now won't you?

Dean: You better not make me all understanding and shit. I'll hurt you if you do.

Haley: Oh, don't worry. You'll be plenty suspicious.

Dean: With good reason.

Haley: Well, I'd rather not give away my secrets for the future of this story to my readers and you guys, so we're gonna stop this discussion at the moment and pick it back up next time, 'kay?

Dean: Whatever.