Who am I?

Disclaimer: I don't own the show Supernatural or the characters I just like to play with Sam and Dean and then send them home again.

CHAPTER 2

'Jess?' Sam repeated the name a few times, his eyes filled with tears, 'don't remember her.'

'It's okay John ... Sam you can't expect your memory to come back in two minutes.' Kelly said patting his arm soothingly, 'how about I leave you two guys to talk for a while?'

'Thanks.' Sam tried to smile but it turned out more like a grimace.

'You okay Hon? If you're too tired I'm sure Dean won't mind.'

'Sorry lady but for now I don't want to let Sam outta my sight, I have been searching for him for over two months.'

'Two months?' Sam looked up questioningly. 'I thought ... it was only a month.'

'Dude you disappeared in another town, in another state, I've been looking for you ever since.'

'Two months?' Sam repeated, he returned his attention to the window while he thought about everything, his own name, his brother here, no parents, it felt so real and yet it felt like it was someone else's life. But why couldn't he remember Jess? If she was his girlfriend, then why? Sam blinked and turned back to the young man sitting quietly in the chair next to him; he said nothing but watched him with a curious look of mixed relief and grief.

Kelly had silently left the room, leaving the brothers to reunite, two months missing and now Dean is facing a brother who has no idea who he is. She stood just outside the door watching them; they sat in a companionable silence the sight bring a small smile to her pretty face, they even sat in similar positions although Sam was a taller than Dean they looked like they were family. Sam, it still felt a little strange to hear it, let alone say it but that was it, Johnny Doe no longer exists.

'Where ... where was I when...?'

'We were ... ah working in Alma Nebraska, you stepped out to get coffee and...'

'And I didn't come back?'

'That's about it!' Dean gave Sam a lopsided grin, 'what do you remember Sammy?'

Sam turned and stared at Dean, his face clouded and closed to his brother, he couldn't read it for the first time ever. 'Ah not much, until I woke up here, I ah get flashes...'

Sam winced and pinched the bridge of his nose, 'people's faces are all blank though ... ah...' He dropped his face in his hands and moaned with the sudden pain.

'Sammy? Talk to me, what do you see?' Dean asked his voice calm and low, he didn't want the doctors or that pretty nurse to witness Sam's vision fits just yet, unless he has already had them? 'What is it Sam?'

'I ah ... flames, so many flames...' Sam winced again and dropped to his knees, his breath became laboured as he tried to stay focused.

Flames burst around the nursery, a young dark haired woman pinned to the ceiling with blood seeping from a large gash in her stomach. A dark silhouetted figure watching and laughing. The baby lay in the crib gurgling as the figure picked him up and disappeared with him, just as the woman's body crumbled into ash and bone and the room exploded into a blazing fire.

'Sam?'

'Dean ... what's happening to me?'

'Just before I explain that what did you see?'

'Fire, a – a nursery, fire all around the crib with a baby in it, a young dark haired woman pinned ... oh god Dean she was pinned to the ceiling with blood pouring from a cut in her stomach. Then, then, then it was watching and laughing and then – then it took the baby and disappeared.' Sam turned a pale face to his re-found brother, 'what's happening to me?'

'Okay, just one more thing please don't freak out with what I am going to tell you.'

'Freak out? Ah that really doesn't reassure me.'

'Okay, last year when you turned twenty-two...'

'I'm twenty-two?'

'Actually now you're twenty-three but you started to have these nightmares.'

'So I'm not just getting them now because of ... whatever happened to me?'

'No, and then well then they started to come true, soon you started to have them during the day, like visions. Like now, and they all come true ... one way or another but you do suffer when you have them.'

'Visions? So I'm some sort of psychic freak?'

'Nope, well geek more than freak but hey no one's perfect.'

'And I have these visions ... okay so are they always about fire or death?' Sam asked staring at his brother, 'Dean?'

'Basically ... ah death, they seem to be about someone dying.'

'Do I ... have I ever?'

'Ah ... okay so we focus on you getting you well and outta here so we can get your memory back on track.'

'Why did you change the subject?'

'We try Sam we really try to get there in time, but sometimes Dude it just happens.'

'Am I at school or anything?'

'You went to Stanford and did pre-law.'

'Stanford?' Sam frowned and chewed his lower lip, 'I-I ah no it's nothing.'

'That's where you met Jess.' Dean said softly and then sat back and watched the news play across Sam's face as he desperately tried to remember Jess.

'Dean? Dean why can't I ... okay I feel right with you, your name sounds right, our Dad's name ... when they called me Johnny, I knew it wasn't my name but that it sounded familiar like it was a family name. But Jess ... nothing at all ... did we have a bad break up?'

'Not exactly, you were going to ask her to marry you.'

'What happened?'

'Sammy maybe you've had enough for today.'

'Dean tell me about Jess.'

'I didn't really know her that well. I only met her once.'

'But you said that I was going to ask her to marry me. Jess I was going to ask Jess to marry me.'

'Yeah, shit Sam this is gonna take a while to explain our whole lives to you but for now, you and Dad well you loved each other but well you fought, about anything and everything. You didn't agree with our lifestyle so when you got accepted to Stanford you and Dad had a huge fight, the biggest ever and you left. We didn't hear from you for two years, just over a year ago I came to see you to help me with a – a family problem. When you got back to school Jess ... Jess died in a fire, you decided to stay with me and not finish Law School for a while.'

'She died in a fire? Did I?'

'Yeah, that was one of the first nightmares you had, it took you ages to even tell me.'

'Dean what do we do?'

Dean opened his mouth to answer him but then closed it again, he tried to think of a way to explain their rather unique job description, when Nurse Kelly came back into the room carrying Sam's food tray.

'Hey guys how's it going?'

'Okay I guess.'

Kelly frowned when she saw the paleness of Sam's face, the dark rings around his eyes and the drawn look he gets when he has a headache. 'You okay Sam?'

'Fine, thanks Kelly, what's that?'

'Dinner.' She said with a sweet smile placing the tray in front of him, 'remember you have to eat the lot.'

'Kelly?'

'All of it, Dean just so he thinks he can get around you, your brother here hasn't been eating and has actually lost weight while he has been here, and that's after he came out of his coma.' Kelly said with a warm smile they are both so cute, 'the doctor said that if he doesn't start eating and putting on weight then he will have to be fed through a tube.'

'Sam?' Dean turned to look at his rather shamefaced younger brother, some things never change, 'yeah well, he ah has kinda always been like that, stressed or over-tired he stops eating, but when he does eat ... well yeah he eats.'

'So I can trust you to make sure he finishes his stew and vegetables?' Kelly winked at Dean and turned her grin to Sam, 'it's good having someone else on my side!'

'No probs Nurse Kelly, I'll make sure he eats it all.' Dean grinned up at her, Sam stared at both of them and rolled his eyes before turning a worried glance at the pool of gelatinous mess of some sort of stew.

Sam waited for Kelly to leave before pushing the plate away and drank his milk instead.

'Dude you have to eat ... you heard you Nurse you have to eat ... ' Dean picked the plate up and looked at it, 'eww gross Dude they have you eating this stuff? No wonder you refuse it.'

'It's totally gross Dean.' Sam grinned enjoying having a co-conspirator for a change even if he is only a shadowed memory. 'I try but ... you should've seen the lunch they gave me.'

'How bout I take you down to the café and get something nice and fresh?' Dean grinned, 'must warn you though I aint no wheelchair pusher.'

'It's cool, what about Kelly?'

'Well if we see her then...' Dean patted Sam's shoulder and started pushing the chair towards the door, 'let's get you out of this room for a start.'

Dean's monologue about hospitals sucking so much had Sam laughing the entire way to the cafeteria downstairs, for the first time in a long time he felt calm and relaxed.

Happy to have an avid audience Dean expanded his stories of their childhood slightly, relieved to see Sam smiling instead of frowning.

'What Dean?' Sam asked as he noticed Dean staring at him.

'Just good to see you again man, I thought ... I thought that nah it doesn't matter.'

'Dean, I ah I really wish I could remember you.'

'You will Dude, you will.'

Sam started to ask Dean another questions when he looked over his brother's shoulder and frowned, 'what is it Sammy?' Dean asked turning around.

'It's nothing ... I guess.' Sam frowned and started to shake uncontrollably. 'Dean can you take me back now please?'

'Yeah sure, Sam what's wrong you're starting to worry me.'

'I ah have to get out of here now please Dean.'

When Dean settled Sam back in his hospital bed he pulled a large overstuffed chair up close to the bed and sat down before he said anything else. 'What happened down there Sam what did you see?'

'I ah ... nah you'll think I'm mad or something.'

'Nope, believe me that is one thing that well ... nah what is it Sam what did you see?'

'First I thought it was a man but then it had glowing eyes.'

'Glowing eyes? Son of a ... okay anything else Sam, doesn't matter how stupid it sounds.'

'He, it stared right at me with those glowing eyes and then it just disappeared.'

'Fuck, okay Sammy we need to get you out of here as soon as possible.'

'Dean, what's going on? One minute you're telling me about our childhood now you're telling me that I have to get out of here.'

'First that motherf ... fugly thing is probably what did this to you or had a hand in it and if he has tracked you here then Sammy you're in danger again.'

'Now I am a freak.'

'No, no you are not a freak ... okay the short of it is something came into you nursery when you were six months old, it pinned Mum to the ceiling and sliced open her stomach over your crib, Dad got you and handed you to me and I carried you out of the house, Dad followed ... Mum died. Since then Dad raised us to hunt things, it's the family business, supernatural things Sammy.'

'That ... that's what Dad and I argued about? I didn't want to hunt anymore?'

'Yeah that's right.'

'Dad said if I walk out the door then I couldn't come back?'

'Something like that, trust you to remember that when you can't remember my handsome face!'

'Dean, we hunt things? I have visions? Mum died in a fire and Jess ... oh God Jess.'

'Sammy what is it?' Dean jumped up as he watched his brother crumble before him, his body shaking with small tremors, as his breathing became erratic, his eyes rolled upwards, and his eyelids started to flicker. 'Fuck Sammy, what's wrong?' Dean punched the call button and yelled for help.

Suddenly the room filled with uniformed beings bustling around Sam with machines and monitors pushing Dean further away from his baby brother. Chewing his lower lip until he could taste the saltiness of his own blood Dean watched them working to stop Sam's fitting.

'Dean!' Sam's anguished scream cut through the room, 'leave me alone I want my brother.'

Dean pushed past the doctors and nurses to his brother's side and gripped his hand, 'I'm right here Sammy, I'm not going anywhere.'

'Dean?' Sam stared at him for a moment and then sighed and closed his eyes, 'you're gonna be here when I wake up?'

'Nothing, and no one can get rid of me Dude, you're stuck with me now.' Dean grinned weakly as he watched Sam give in to the drugs and drift off to sleep.

'What the fuck was that Doc?' He demanded turning to face the man standing behind him.

'Sam has had fits since the coma, as I explained before he had a severe head injury but we had to wait for him to wake from the coma before we could ascertain the extent of brain injury.'

'And? I hear you talking Doc but you're not saying much.'

'If your brother's fits continue then we may have to look at surgical interventions as a worst case scenario or medication for the rest of his life to control them.'

'So it's either or ...'

'Basically yes, I am sorry young man but as I told you earlier the fact that your brother is even alive is remarkable.'

'Yeah you said that Doc, listen how soon can I move him?'

'What do you mean move him? Move him where?'

'Home Doc, we have family that want to see him, where he has more chance to regain his memory, surrounded by family, friends ... home.'

'This is not a good idea, yes Sam has been on the improve but he still has a long road ahead of him, with rehab, therapy and as I said treatment for his fits.'

'Look Doc, you have done a great job but I am sorry I can get him medical help at home I promise.'

'How soon are you planning on this?'

'Tomorrow preferably.'

'Tomorrow ... did you see what just happened to your brother?'

'Yes sir but...'

'I know, I know, I do understand your desire to get Sam home, amongst friends and family but ... if he shows improvement tomorrow then I will release Sam the day after.'

'Okay I can work with that.'

'Glad I can accommodate you.' The doctor replied a little harsher than he intended.

'How long is Sam gonna be out for?' Dean asked not willing to push his luck with the physician anymore.

'Hours, usually after a fit he doesn't rouse until the next day, why?'

'I just have to go and pick up some things and then I'll be right back if that's okay.'

'He seems to need you close by so yes that will be fine.'

Dean drove back to the motel and paid for the room before packing the car and returning to the hospital in breakneck speed. After finding a secure enough car park for the impala. Before he went upstairs, he made two phone calls, one to Ellen and Ash to let them know that he had found Sammy and if Ash could do some digging for information and then he rang an old friend in Laurence. Well he didn't exactly lie to the doctor, but even if they stayed in Laurence Sam was in danger in the hospital his seeing the demon sealed Dean's suspicions.

Low whimpers and moans came from Sam's private room when Dean arrived just outside his door, bursting in he caught a glimpse of another person in the room before they disappeared. 'Sammy?' Dean cried hoarsely as he raced to his brother's side.

'Dean?' Sam panted out clutching at his brother's hand, 'what was it?'

'A demon.'

'He – he put his hands on me, I thought that I was going to burn up.'

'Fuck Sammy I am so sorry, I only went to get the stuff from the motel room so I could stay with you, the bastard must have been watching for a chance to get to you ... did he hurt you?'

'No, it was only a minute or so before you ... Dean my arm...' Sam stared down at the burn forming on his forearm, a perfect circle with an inverted cross in the centre.

'We have to get you out of here Sam, we can't wait for the doctor, do you feel well enough for a little breakout?'

'Yeah I think so.' Sam gave Dean a shaky smile and tried to avoid looking at the burn. Carefully Dean settled Sam into his wheelchair and tucked a blanket over his knees, and then they crept quietly out of the room, leaving the door closed and the lights off.

'Okay just have to get out of the last door and we're free and clear Sammy.' Dean whispered as they headed towards the exit.

'Let's get out of here.' Sam whispered his eyes fixed on the burn, 'I want to get out of here.'

Minutes later Dean helped Sam into the passenger seat of the impala, hid the wheelchair in the shadows and climbed in behind the wheel. He sat there for a moment watching Sam take in the interior of the car.

'What is it Dean?' Sam asked looking up and meeting his steady gaze.

'It's so good to see you riding shotgun again Sammy.' Dean finally got out, his voice thick with emotion.

TBC