Right here we go again. Another chapter and Dean finally wakes up! I am aware that the writting in this chapter is a little weak, neither myself nor my beta could come up with anything better than I already had so please just bare with me.

Chapter 3: Awakenings

He seemed to float in total and perfect blackness, no worries, no cares and no fears, though part of him felt that he must have experienced those at some point in his existence. In this place there was no despair or pain, he had no need for a name or a family, no need to be with others, no need for identity or personality. He was free, like he had never known anything else but somehow he must have.

His place of quiet content was rudely interrupted by another presence, one made up of silver light, gentle yet insistent, lighting up his dark home. The light spoke and he knew that it was a woman, not sure how he knew, she spoke to someone called Dean and part of him thrilled in the idea that he might be that man. Her name was Eve and it stirred in him some unknown sense of longing and desire.

Desperately he wanted to go to her and tell her that he had heard her. To give her some small sign that he knew she was there. He heard her tell Dean that she loved him and realised that he would have to leave his sanctuary. For her he would and he struggled against its lure to try and leave. He fought it for hours until:

"Eve," his voice was hoarse and raw, barely audible above the machines that beeped around him. There was a startled gasp and he could hear an unknown woman calling for a doctor. He did not know what possible reason she could have for wanting a doctor. He tried to sit up but found that his arms would not respond properly to his commands.

"Mr Jackson?" The woman was back and he cracked open one eye to look at her. The light was blinding and he groaned.

"Who?" He asked, not sure whether she was actually talking to him.

"Mr Jackson, Dean, how are you feeling?" It was a stupid question in his estimation. He had left a place of peace and contentment for a world of bright lights and pain.

"Head hurts," he grunted finally then realised that he still did not know if she was talking to him. "Who are you? Where am I?" He paused and the next thing he said was tinged with the start of panic. "Who am I?"

He opened his other eye to see the woman, a nurse, staring at him, he lips forming an oh of surprise as the Doctor entered the room.

"What's going on? Why am I here? Where the hell is Eve?" Then the questions started and to his increasing horror he found that he could not answer a single one.

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Eve was with John and Sam in the truck on the way to the hospital when John's cell phone rang. He answered it a little impatiently.

"Yes?" He paused, listening to the other end in silence, his face betraying nothing. "You're sure?... ... ... . I see. He remembers nothing about the crash? ... ... . Nothing before... ... Nothing at all!" Eve glanced back at Sam, this was an unwelcome development. "You're sure, he doesn't remember anything at all. Me, his mother and brother? ... ... ... ... . Eve! Why would he... never mind. We'll be there soon." John closed the phone and looked across at her. "Well?"

"What, this is my fault?" She demanded. "I wasn't the one who tortured him! I didn't crash the semi into the Impala! I have no idea what's going on!"

"He has amnesia, Eve, he has no idea who any of us are, except you," John pointed out, guilt surging through him.

"He knows my name. That doesn't mean that he knows who I am!" She shook her head slightly. "Lets just get to the hospital, the quicker we get there the quicker we get our answers."

They rushed through the hospital, Sam clinging to Eve's hand in an effort to keep her close to them, the longer strides of the taller men meaning that she had to trot to keep up. They were just outside Dean's room when the doctor met them.

"Mr Jackson," he greeted John with a handshake.

"What's going on? Why can't my son remember anything?"

"There's nothing on any of the MRI's we've run to indicate a problem, it my be trauma related.. Your son was severely injured, Mr Jackson, and he was involved in a serious car accident. Give him time, his memory may start to come back."

"What if it doesn't?" Sam asked, Eve nudged him in the ribs.

"I suspect that it will, he already has one memory that he is clinging to for all that it's worth. A woman called Eve.

"Great," Eve muttered. "Why me?" The doctor was staring at her. "Never mind."

"You can go in and see him. Just don't be disappointed if he doesn't recognise you straight away, these things can take some time." All three nodded and the doctor went in to let the nurse and Dean know that they were here to see him.

"You've got some visitors, Dean," they heard him say. "Your brother, Sam, and your father..."

"I don't know them," they entered the room, he was sat up in bed, his face away from the door and his voice hoarse. "I just want to see Eve, why can't you find her?"

"That's just like you," Sam said, "always thinking about girls first."

"Hey!" Eve objected, slapping his shoulder, too short to reach to back of his head effectively.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean demanded of them.

"I'm Sam, your younger brother, this is our Dad and this is..."

"Eve!" Dean was staring at her as though he was seeing a vision. "You are real."

"Unfortunately," she smiled crookedly. "How are you feeling?" She sat on the edge of the bed without thinking about it as the two men watched uncomfortably from near the door.

"Like hell," he confessed and then saw their shocked faces. "What?"

"It doesn't matter," Eve smiled at him, "you admitting when you feel a little rough is a bit of a novelty. You really don't remember us?"

"No, not them. I know I know you, Eve, but it's all a little hazy and well, I don't know, I just don't want to trust anyone at the moment." She smiled at him.

"Son," Dean glared at John, shocked to see tears there. "It's so good to see you finally awake." Something inside him stirred, some deep anger at this man and some real sense of abandonment.

"I don't know you, I have no idea who you are, I can't even relate to what you're saying!"

"Dean!" The younger one, Sam, he remembered, sounded shocked, even Eve's eyebrows had shot into her hairline.

"Let him speak, Sam," his dad said quietly.

"Yeah, because you've let him say so much in the past. Look at where you've gotten us, Dad. This quest of yours, look where we are, the thing isn't even dead. It nearly got Dean killed and every night you sit and try to find it again. You never did anything for us! But now Dean's lying in a hospital bed its enough to let him have his say because he doesn't know the truth!"

"Sam, I mean it!"

"Yeah, and you know that the instant Dean remembers everything he'll come and apologise because he didn't mean anything that he said. You know that you'll get away with everything again because Dean never questions you!"

"That is enough!" Eve snapped from the bed, Dean's hand gripped tightly in her own, her face contorted into a mask of fury. "Both of you stop it, you're behaving like children and this is the last thing that Dean needs! John, go and get us some coffee until you cool off, Sam, sit in that chair and start reminiscing for all you're worth. I want stories, my boy, things for your brother to remember us by." John was still in the door way. "Well? What are you staring at John Win... Jackson, get out of here and get me my coffee now!"

"Remind me never to piss you off," Dean muttered to her as John slunk away.

"Too late," she smirked, "you seem to live for pissing me off!"

Please R&R, let me know where you think that the improvements could have been made if you can think of anything. It's nice to get a fresh perspective on these things

Artemis