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 8

Missouri's hand shook as she tried desperately to unlock the bedroom door when suddenly it flew open. Hurrying inside she skidded to a stop, her fingers fluttering over her mouth as she took in the scene before her.

Dean curled into a foetal position on the floor between his bed and the wall, tears rolled down his face and a look of sheer horror in his eyes. The room was in complete disarray, including a large crack down the bedroom window. 'Sammy?' She called terrified when she couldn't see the younger Winchester brother. A soft groan made her turn and hurry to where the other bed was overturned. Lying trapped beneath it was Sam. 'Oh my Sam what happened?'

'Help Dean, please Missouri help Dean.' Sam begged her as she crouched down beside him, 'please there's something wrong with him.'

'Sam honey you're pinned under the bed.' Missouri said ringing her hands; she had never felt so out of her depth before.

'I'm, I'm okay but please…'

'Okay, okay don't get yourself all worked up I'll be right back.' Missouri patted Sam's arm and then hurried over to where Dean still lay curled on his side.

'Oh Dean Boy what have they done to you now?' Missouri cried out.

'I tried to kill him, I tried to kill Sam.' Dean replied brokenly, 'they tried to make me kill him.'

'Hush now boy, you were stronger than them, you didn't do what they wanted.'

'I hurt him Missouri, I swore to always protect Sam and I am the one who almost kills him.'

'Baby, now I want you to listen to me…You did not try to kill Sam, it was that demon and the dream sprite they played with your mind and tried to force you into doing something out of character for their own amusement.'

'No, no I tried to kill my brother, how can he stand to look at me?'

'Dean - listen please, Sam is worried about you, he made me come and check on you first he knows it wasn't you.'

'Where is Sam?' Dean asked slowly uncurling himself; he scrubbed at his face with both hands trying to wipe away the cobwebs sticking to his skin.

'Can you stand up boy? Coz I am gonna need your help.' Missouri panted as she helped him stand up.

'Where is he?' Dean asked peering around the room.

'Ah under the bed,' Missouri said gently, 'over there.'

Dean dropped to his knees next to his fallen brother a look of sheer dismay on his face, 'oh God Sammy what did I do?'

'Dean? Ah a little help please.' Sam asked with a tremulous smile. As dean lifted the bed frame Missouri helped Sam wriggle free, his knee already swelling seemed to be the only visible injury though.

'Sam are you okay?' Dean asked thickly and unable to look at his brother.

'Yeah a little sore but I'm okay,' Sam grimaced slightly as he moved his leg and aggravated his swollen knee.

'Yeah right Sam look at you.' Dean snapped his voice heavy with guilt. 'I did that to you didn't I?'

'Ah no, it wasn't you, they may have been using your body but it wasn't you Dean.' Sam said hurriedly as he watched Dean's face closely. 'It's not your fault.'

'Ya know Sammy I'm usually the one telling you that.' Dean said with a grimaced smile, 'can you get up?'

Sam took Dean's offered hand and slowly managed to stand and then he balanced on his good leg and leaning heavily on Dean they made their way to the living room.

Missouri followed them closely, muttering unintelligibly under her breath, trying to work out how to break the next piece of news to the brothers since they have suffered so much but time was running out.

'Thanks,' Sam said with a tremulous smile, 'I ah … thanks.'

'Dammit Sam get angry, yell at me do something … I just tried to kill you.' Dean cried out his voice filled with guilt and self-recrimination.

'No Dean, for one you didn't do it, after they put you through everything they could think of you still didn't kill me,' Sam sighed his face paling as he finally started to acknowledge the pain from his knee, 'and for another I ah … well I don't really remember everything yet so to me you were my protector and nothing else.'

'Ah fuck Sam, I didn't … do you remember anything?'

'Not much it all gets a little blurry so quickly, almost as if…' Sam's voice trailed off.

'Almost as if what Sammy?' Dean prompted him.

'Almost as if someone was hitting a delete button in my head; every time I have a memory flash or a feeling it is there then suddenly gone, erased and it is just a blank one big freaking blank.'

'Sammy, calm down you're starting to hyperventilate, we have to concentrate on working on the memories you do have.'

'I – I remember when we were kids, being alone a lot at night but you were always there telling me stories, making me laugh.'

'Yeah that happened a lot when Dad used to go on hunts and there was no one else to stay with. We ah had some good times back then Sammy.'

'It's always just been us really hasn't it Dean, I mean Dad was there but not…it was always just us.'

'Yeah Dude it was, what's the point?'

'The point Dean, the point is that I know you would never intentionally set out to kill me, bug me yes but not kill me.'

'Sammy I ah … ah hate these chick flick moments you know,' Dean grinned patting sam's arm he stood up and swayed for a second until he regained his equilibrium, 'damn dizziness okay you sit here and I'm gonna get an ice pack…oh thanks Missouri.'

'Hold it tight on your knee there,' Missouri instructed Sam and then she turned her attention to Dean, 'okay boy you drink this.'

'What the freaking hell is it?' Dean asked sniffing at the drink suspiciously.

'Don't ask just drink,' she answered, 'trust me.' She added with a tinkling giggle.

Dean wrinkled his nose and took a sip, then shrugging he downed the rest in two mouthfuls, gagging slightly when he finished. 'That was…gross.'

'It will help when you sleep tonight, just enough to really annoy the dream sprite.' Missouri smiled, 'now seeing that the two of you wrecked your bedroom you'll have to sleep down here, only problem I can see though, is that Sam honey you're too tall for the sofa or for the chairs.'

'See what happens when you get so freaking long,' Dean teased, 'he needs to keep his knee up and straight so what can we do?'

'Hmm oh yeah, Boy you come with me and no sassing, Sam you stay put and rest.' Missouri ordered before hurrying out of the room, expecting Dean to follow she didn't look back. Dean shrugged and hurried after her, using the walls to steady his still weak and heavy legs.

Sam sat back on the couch, suddenly very tired, he shifted his aching leg slightly trying to get more comfortable but nothing helped. He was just too exhausted to bother, closing his eyes he tried to bring back what exactly happened with Dean after he started having the nightmare.

'Don't you realise Samuel he doesn't want you around anymore.'

'No, leave me alone you don't know what is between me and Dean.'

'Now that is disturbing.'

'Don't make it something it's not, he's my brother and no one can change that.'

'Really? Want to make a bet on that?'

'Leave us alone, what do you want anyway?'

'I want to see just how long you can go without completely breaking down, poor little Sammy, doesn't remember anything not even dear old dad.'

'Don't you talk about Dad?'

'And then there's Jess, amazing how you can just forget about her like that.'

'Yeah well if you didn't take my memories I wouldn't have forgotten her.'

'Oh that's right, let's play blame the demon again.'

'Why not it's usually your fault anyway.'

'My, my Sammy you have gotten sassy since you don't remember just how wimpy you really are.'

'Yeah well I have had lots of practice lately, and not remembering well…gee that may just work in my favour then.'

'Now that is just plain creepy.'

'What is?'

'You are turning into a clone of your big brother.'

'Sam? Sammy come on Dude look at me.' Dean tried once again to wake his little brother, 'time to open those peepers Sam you can't sleep forever.'

'So what are you doing here anyway?'

'Playing with you, what are you doing here?'

'Making sure that you leave Dean alone.'

'Ah so what are you willing to trade for me to leave Dean alone?'

'Not sure that I have anything left; after all you took my memory already.'

'Ha, ha now that is funny Samuel.'

The demon circled Sam, staring him lasciviously; trailing a hand around Sam's waist he stopped and stared up at his face, 'you are quite delectable Samuel Winchester in more ways than one.'

'Thanks I think.'

'Not only do you have a beautiful body and face you have a beautiful mind, filled with so many inconsistencies and contradictions, tell me Sam why do you dumb yourself down the way you do?'

'I have no idea what you are talking about.'

'Hmm, perhaps you don't you are so modest aren't you.'

'Get a life.'

'I have one, yours!' the demon quipped, reaching up he wrapped his hands around Sam's face holding it hard enough to elicit a whimper from the younger man. 'Pain, Samuel can you feel it, burning through you with flames scorching your mind. Feel them Sam burning into your brain, searing each thought you have. The pain is unbearable isn't it; now, I know how to get rid of it all you have to do is ask…no beg me to extinguish it for you.'

'Never… I will never beg.'

Sam convulsed and gripped Dean's hand tightly, not wanting to break the contact as he fought his invisible fight.

'Fuck Sam you're burning up, I can hardly touch your skin,' Dean frowned and pressed his hand against Sam's forehead, 'but it doesn't feel like a fever.'

'Burning…me…help…me.' Sam gasped squeezing his eyes tightly Sam fought to push the sensations from his mind but the flames flared even hotter. A scream escaped from his throat as the firestorm swept through his body.

'Missouri!' Dean bellowed, 'dammit woman get in here now.'

'Don't you cuss me boy,' Missouri fumed as she lumbered down the stairs, 'I can feel the heat what is going…oh my Sam?'

'He, he won't wake up and now he's burning up from the inside out.' Dean explained as quickly as he could his eyes wide with fear and shock. 'He's dying Missouri.'

'Dean Honey go and get as much ice you can find in the freezer just bring everything you can to me hurry boy.' Missouri shooed Dean out of the room before turning to Sam. The young man writhed on the sofa, an unholy red glow emitted from him, his eyes snapped open and they were filled with flames.

Missouri sat on the edge of the sofa and cupped Sam's burning face in her hands swallowing deeply she closed her eyes and flooded cool and calming thoughts into Sam's mind.

Dean skidded to a stop carrying as much frozen food and ice as he could manage and spread it over Sam's lanky body as he watched Missouri carefully. Then he sat back and watched the woman battle for his brother's life. He had never felt as useless before as he did just then. This was so wrong; he is Sam's protector not Missouri.

TBC