So if you are not aware, Jeffry Dean Morgan, played Danny Duquette in Grey's, his character dies there from heart failure, he was romantically involve with character of Izzy Stevens, so when John shows up you can imagine the confusion. And I have my slightly AU-ish explanation.

Chapter II ! Familiar Strangers.

Saturday

John was lying in his bed trying desperately to remember something from his life but so far it was no go. Doctors and nurses kept checking in on him every two hours, each time asking if he remembered something new, much to his annoyance. He asked doctor Grey to give him a mirror, he figured that maybe seeing his own face will be a trigger but most of it was cut and bruises, and what wasn't still did not helped him. Police came in to talk to him, and he felt very uneasy in their presents for whatever reason. Since his accident was not involving any other cars and also they found out from doctor Sheppard that he wasn't in his right mind when he got behind the wheel, they will not press any charges against him, to his relief. He still wanted to know one thing.

'So the car, can it be fixed?' He had no idea if he could afford a repair but right now it was his only possession.

'Yeah man, those classic cars are hard to beat, it's a cherry ride you got there' Interesting he thought to himself.

'What is it? I don't really remember'

'It's a black 1967 Chevy Impala, gorgeous car, well-kept as well' He couldn't help a grin that spread on his face, he must've been a pretty cool guy.

'Man, at least I know I have a good taste'

'Your car is in the Police car unit, it will be waiting for you when you get out of the hospital. Get better'

He closed his eyes, and started imaging his car, at least now he had something to look forward after the hospital stay. He was peacefully day dreaming when flashes of a small boy and tall, dark men suddenly had him gasping in distress. He sat upright. Where they his family? Did he know them? He grabbed his head and tried to force more memories but it only made his headache worse. The nurse came in that moment and forced him to lay down, she administered a light sedative and he was out in a matter of seconds.

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Chef Webber stepped into the room of a young man they brought two days ago, he did a number on his head and since the first day he came in he was more or less incoherent. Until now, Richard walked into a room to see two orderlies standing side by side preventing the patient for escaping his bed.

'Good Morning'

'Keep your good mornings to yourself. I remember what you did, you acted against my will, you know I could sue your ass'

'I've assessed a situation and acted in a way I thought was the best for my patient I don't see anything wrong with that.'

'The best for me would be to keep looking for my brother' his patient kept sending him murderous glances, very amusing.

'Do you know what day it is?'

'Yyy... Thursday?'

'It's Saturday, you've been here for over two days, you have a severe concussion as you can see you would achieve nothing by leaving the hospital, you would just risk your life'

'What? I need to go, my brother is out there.' He got up and gasped in pain at his jolted ribs. But he would have kept going if it wasn't for the orderlies pushing him back on to the bed.

'Please, Sam calm down'

'How do you know my name?'

'First you kept repeating two names Sam and Dean, and then your Dad cleared that up for us'

'My Dad?! How did you ...what?'

'You gave me his number before you passed out, I called him, got only a voice mail, but he called me back this morning, he cleared up some stuff, for one he said that if you have long hair and are too big to fit in a bed your name is Sam, well he said Sammy, but I like to stay professional'

He winked at his patient and felt for the first time that he calmed a bit.

'Is he coming?'

'Yes, said his on his way and should be here later this evening.'

'Good, great. Dad will take care of it, he will find Dean' Sam sagged deeper into the bed, mumbling to himself. Soon he found himself being alone in the room, he looked up and prayed for his brother.

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John Winchester didn't plan on meeting up his boys anytime soon, but he simply couldn't ignore the call he received on Thursday. He was packing just seconds after the message ended, dialing the number with one hand. Dean was missing for four days now, and no one was looking for him.

So here he was, at Seattle Grace Hospital making his way to the reception desk.

'Hello, my son Sam Michaels was admitted here on Thursday, can you point me to his room?'

'Of course sir, just a second...yes he's on a the second floor, room 432'

'Thank you ma'am'

He was standing next to the elevator when he heard a gasp, he turned his head just in time to see two female doctors looking at him like they just saw a ghost, and he did seen this look on people's faces quite a lot over the years but this time they were looking at him. Weird, but he had no time to dwell on it when his elevator arrived.

'Sam?'

'Dad, thank God you're here'

'What happened Sam? Are you ok?'

'I don't really know, we were at this house in the middle of freaking nowhere, trying to banish a poltergeist, I was upstairs when I heard a crack then the other, so I quickly placed the hex bags in the walls and I've made my way downstairs. Coffee table was broken, front door ripped out of the frame. I started to call for Dean, the poltergeist showed up, decided to throw me around, I've manage to banish him. But when I left the house Dean was nowhere to be found, the car was gone as well. My head was all screwed up and I've wondered for a long time, everything was hazy, somehow I've ended up here.' Sam was getting really agitated towards the end of his story, John placed his hand on his boys back and stoked him gently.

'It's okay Sammy, calm down now, we will find your brother and I'm sure he will be just fine, you'll see'

'Dad you need to sign me AMA, we need to start searching.'

'Not so fast son, first I'm going to speak to your doctor. But before I do that I will call Bobby, your brother's car couldn't just disappear like that, I'm sure he will be able to track it down. Now go to sleep, I will be back soon.'

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'What's wrong?' Meredith asked when she saw Izzy sitting on a chair with pale face, with Cristina trying to talk to her.

'We saw a guy next to the elevators, and he looked like Denny, but when I say it believe me, he wasn't just a look alike, it was literally him. And now Izzy is non responsive.'

'Izzy, look at me. You cannot shut down like that, can you hear me?'

'Maybe we should get Bailey?'

'Get Bailey for what?' George asked as he walked into the room.

'We saw a guy that looked like Denny.'

'Oh no! Izzy? Are you ok?'

'As you can see, she's not. George stay with her. We'll find Doctor Webber, so he will find someone to cover for her tonight.'

'Excuse me, are you doctors?' They turned around and were face with none other than Danny look alike. They were both to stunned to answer, when they found themselves staring into the pace of Izzy's decease fiancé.

'Are you doctors?' John asked them again.

'Yes, yes we are. What ca we do for you?'

'My names John Michaels, I'm looking for Doctor Richard Webber, he's treating my son Sam.'

'Right, he's probably in his office on third floor. We can take you there.'

'Thank you.'

Both Cristina and Meredith couldn't wait to see the look on Webber's face. And they were not disappointed when Webber almost trashed his office getting up from the chair.

'What is this? Grey, Yang? How?'

'Are you Doctor Webber? We've spoken this morning, I'm John Michaels.' John extended his hand and was surprised when the man didn't take it, and instead kept staring at him. Finally Cristina decided to brake this awkward moment.

'Chief, this is Sam Michael's father, he wanted to speak about his son.'

'Yes, yes of course your son…' but he stopped talking and took another look at John.

'Am I missing something, is there something wrong with my son? Everyone is weird, what's going on in here?'

'There's nothing wrong with your son, but just few months ago we had a patient who was also a fiancé of one of our colleges, he died and… you look exactly like him.' Meredith tried to explain as best as she could.

'There are people who look similar, I don't understand why it's so weird to you.'

'No you don't understand, you're him, literally, wait I have a picture on my phone…see'

'What in the hell?' John was dumbfounded, it was him, a little younger and clean shaved, but him. There has to be an explanation to this, witches maybe?

'Creepy isn't it?'

'Yeah, very…uhm my son?' He asked after the moment of silence.

'Yes of course, please take a sit.'

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Meredith walked into the room of her amnesia patient, she was a little worried about his temperature the last time she checked on him.

'Hi John, are you awake? I'm going to check your stiches ok.' But she knew nothing was okay when he turned his head towards her, he was covered in sweet, his cheeks red, eyes unfocused. She pressed the call button and was looking for signs of infection, the only explanation to his fever.

'Grey? What's wrong?'

'His fever is 104.3, the incision on his stomach is infected.'

'Ok, he needs some antibiotics, let's bring some cooling blankets as well, Grey stay with him and keep me posted'

'It's ok John, you're going to be ok.' She whispered to the patient, she felt a strong connection from the moment she met him.

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John is going to lose his mind in this hospital. He was here only few hours and already had enough. Everyone was looking at him, whispering behind his back. And Sam had to stay in here for few more days. This whole looking like a dead guy shit was getting old fast. And was taking his mind of the important issue, damn it his son was missing. He needed to call Singer.

'Bobby? You got anything for me?'

'John, how's Sam?'

'He's fine. Few broken ribs, severe concussion, nothing major. Now, did you found anything on the car?'

'Yeah black 67 Impala was involved in a car accident on Wednesday, driver was took to Seattle Grace Hospital in a critical state'

'What? Are you telling me Dean's here? In the same hospital as Sammy, but they had the same aliases the doctors would say something, what if he is…o my god Bobby what if…?'

'What if nothing John, stop it! I'm sure Dean's fine, now maybe go to the Police station ask about the car and the driver.'

'Yeah, yeah…thanks Bobby, I will let you know when I know something.'

TBC

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Quick update today, I'm off University for a week so I have some spare time. And I find it a lot easier to write than my previous story. Practice maybe. I think this story won't be very long maybe six chapters. We'll see. I hope you've liked it. Please review.

Lots of love xxx