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"I am so killing, Walter." John said shaking his head as he walked into the room where Sam was waiting.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"'Cause Sammy it's one thing for you to stalk me at the cafe, but now here you are at the garage too." John answered, but Sam could tell he wasn't all that bothered by him being there.

"I'm not a stalker, I just want to get to know you." Sam told him in a false defensive tone.

"Okay, whatever." John said with a eye roll as he exited the shop.

"Looks like it was a good thing that I showed up." Sam said motioning to the rain that was pouring down.

"What do you mean?" John asked curiously.

"Because if I hadn't came today, then you would be walking home in the pouring rain." Sam answered as he opened his car door.

"I'm still walking home in the pouring rain." John told him looking down at his feet.

"Why, I mean I'm already here, and I know where you work. So you may as well let me drop you off at home. Besides I wouldn't want you to get sick from getting all wet." Sam whined.

"That's why I have a jacket and a cap on." John answered as he continued his walk.

"Come on it's not a problem, I'll just drive you home." Sam told him thinking that maybe John just thought that he was putting him out.

"It is a problem for me though. It's not that far really." Dean stated swallowing hard as he turned to look at Sam.

Come on. Sam presisted as he grabbed hold of John.

"Okay... you don't know me. So I'm gonna give you two seconds to let go of me." John warned.

In Sam's mind this was just Dean, being his stubborn self. And he handled it just like he did when they were kids, by pushing harder. The next thing Sam knew they were rolling around on the ground.

"Just get in the freaking car!" Sam yelled but gasped in surprise as John's hat flew off his head.

"Get off of me!" John said as he got back to his feet.

Sam was standing in shock at his brother's appearance, a huge scar going from his mid forehead and running down most of the crown of his head. He wanted to ask what had happened but he was unsure if whether he should considering how obviously self conscience he was.

"Let's just get in the car, I'll get you home." Sam told him nervously, trying to look away from the scar.

"Sorry, Sammy but that's not going to happen." John answered as he continued to walk away.

"Why, can't you just let me do you this favor?" Sam asked pleadingly.

"Thanks for the offer, but I just can't..." John said shaking his head, with a scared look at the car.

"Yeah, well tell me why you can't?" Sam asked again, determined to get an answer. But for the first time he knew that this wasn't some kind of punishment that his brother was giving him.

"It's a long story and I need to get home." John told him as the rain dripped off the brim of his hat.

Okay, I've got nowhere to be. So, let's just sit in the car and you tell me about it? Sam offered.

"I don't know if I can." John told him looking nervously at the car door that Sam held open for him.

"I won't even start the car unless you say it's okay." Sam promised.

"You swear?" John asked looking at Sam to see if he could trust him, as he got into the car.

"Yeah I swear." Sam answered with his most sincere look, as he got into the driver seat.

"They sat quietly the only sound was John's shaky breathing." That's when Sam noticed that his brother's whole body was shaking as well.

"Do you want to tell me why you aren't afraid to protect me, but refuse to ride in a car with me?" Sam asked sounding a little hurt, that his brother who taught him to drive didn't trust his driving.

"It's not you...it-it's because of this. I'm not stupid I know that you seen it." John voiced quietly as he pointed his head.

"I noticed it, but what does that have to do with you being afraid to ride with me?" Sam asked calmly.

"I told you it's not you...do I really need to spell it out." John asked rolling his eyes and trying to get the shaking under control.

John waited and when Sam still wasn't getting the reason he took a deep breathe and continued on.

"What's your first memory, Sammy?" John asked.

"My first memory is of you reading me a book and actually letting me snuggle in close to you." Sam said with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm definitely not your brother if he let you snuggle. John said trying to lighten the mood. Do yo want to know what my first memory is?" He swolled hard.

"Of course I do." Sam answered worriedly.

"My first memory was of being trapped in a car, I was alone and didn't know who I was or even how I got there. I tried to get out, and my head hurt so bad. So, yeah, I kinda get freaked out. John said with his voice shaking. I was in the hospital for a long time Sammy. And every day I waited for a fimilar face, you know something that might jog at least one memory loose, but no one ever came. So I kinda figured that I didn't have family or that I did but they didn't miss me enough to come look for me." John said wiping a stray tear away from his eyes.

"I'm sorry if I had known. I would have came for you, Dean." Sam answered not realizing the mistake.

"I'm not your brother, I mean biologically I may be, but I can never be the guy you want me to be, Sammy. I wish I could but I can't and I don't want to hurt you and that's all that could come of this." John said in a whisper.

"You will always be my brother, whether you go by Dean or John. You may not remember who you were, but who you are is still the same." Sam said in a sincere voice.

"I hope you aren't expecting a hug or anything because that is so not happening." John said with a smile.

"Always the same, no chick flicks, right? But can you tell me one thing?" Sam asked laughingly.

"Sure, I will tell you anything you want to know." John answered as he tried to calm his nerves.

"Why out of all the names in the world, did you pick the name John? Because you mine and Dean's father names is John." Sam informed him and motioned to him when he mentioned Dean.

"Oh, well it wasn't that I remembered that name from my past or anything. It was more like when I woke up in the hospital they called me John Doe, and I hated being named after a damned female deer. So, then John Glock was born." John answered in an abracadabra way.

TBC

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