Thanks to my reviewers! You guys rock! Thanks for bearing with me and waiting, first week of high school this week! Glad I made it through!
Anyway, here's chap 5!
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He was watching Sam from the window on the door. Sam was sitting in the back and he was at an angle so that only Sam and the boy next to him could see him. And seeing as the boy next to Sam was fast asleep he was pretty sure the kid wouldn't nark on him.
Sam is taking notes intently; his face is the epitome of concentration. He'll look up and then back to down within 4-second intervals.
Look up. Scribble quickly. Look up. Scribble quickly.
But then he stopped. He looked on intently; he subconsciously began to chew on his pen cap, whatever notes he had been taking were obviously completed.
He could see Sam pass a small glance at the door before doing a small double take. A grin quickly spread across Sam's face and he discreetly waved at him, a smile pressed across Sam's face at the mere sight of him.
He merely grinned back, his bad day suddenly feeling a lot better.
Dean slowly opened his eyes; he looked up to see his mom, awake, next to him, she was unconsciously stroking his hair, before looking down at the movement of his head.
"Hey, honey." She said with a smile. Dean could see the 'does he remember me now?' look in her eyes.
"Mornin' mom." The words just flowed out of his mouth without control and he felt guilt spread over him when his mom got the 'he remembers!' look to her. "I—um…still don't remember much." More guilt fell onto his shoulders as her hope disappeared
"I had a dream." He said sitting up. "I…I think it was a memory."
Her eyes lit up once again, and as she opened her mouth to ask what it was about the door opened and Sam stood there, John not too far behind him.
"I was wonderin' when you were gonna wake up, big bro." Sam had taken to calling Dean big-bro and other nicknames like that so he'd get used to the fact they were indeed brothers.
"What time is it?" Dean asked
"1:30 pm." Sam laughed
Dean got a sudden look of panic on his face "I'm not allowed to sleep late! I'll—! They'll—!"
"Dean…" Mary soothed, "It's ok honey. No one minds if you sleep late." She said, placing a hand on his back. Sam now had a look of guilt on his face. He looked down, feeling ashamed.
Mary saw this and immediately tried to change the subject "Uh-Sam, John! Dean said he had a dream last night. He thinks it was a memory!"
Sam and John's eyes both lit up like a 4 year old on Christmas.
"Really?" Sam asked, ecstatically
"What about?" John sat down backwards on the desk chair in the door and Sam sat down on the actually desk, both waiting intently to hear the dream.
Dean got a sudden feeling of stage fright, he wasn't sure why. But it soon went away. He wasn't sure why he felt so comfortable with these people.
Well…they were his family. At least…that's what he'd been told.
But he…he believe them.
He knew he could trust them. He let out a quick breath before starting. "Well…I was standing in the hallway, I was a senior…Sam was a freshman. He was in biology. He was taking notes. I was watching him through the door's window from the hallway" Dean let out a small laugh "He had Tanz, I remember she was an insane bio teacher. I remember once when I had her she…" and suddenly he stopped. He looked up at them wide-eyed.
Mary felt her heart rise in her chest. "Go on." She urged
"She threw a beaker across the room to 'demonstrate' gravity." He let out shocked laugh "It didn't even have anything to do with the class…"
Tears were in Sam's eyes and he laughed, "Yea…it was all the school talked about for weeks."
All their eyes were wide now.
Mary threw her arms around her eldest "Oh my god! Dean! You remembered!"
"It was only a little memory…" Dean said quietly
"But any memory is a good one!" John said, feeling this happiest he had in a long time.
"John," Came a voice from the doorway that made them all jump. They turned to see Missouri, a sad smile on her face "I need to talk to you for a second."
John looked back at Dean for a moment before standing and going out to the hallway, and shutting the door.
Sam jumped off the desk and launched himself at the bed; he sat on the floor next to it, his side resting against Mary's legs as he looked up at the two of them. Mary and Sam excitedly praised Dean for remembering and he blushed at all the unusual attention he was getting.
Then again, he wasn't sure what was usual and unusual.
A few minutes later the door opened again.
John had a warily look on his face and Missouri still had that sad look to her face. Dean immediately turned to her.
"What's wrong?"
"Uh, Dean." John began "Missouri and I decided that it's best if you come with Mary, Sam and I now."
Dean's eyes went wide and he turned to Missouri. "You're sending me away?" He asked, panickedly "Did I do something wrong?" He asked tears filling his eyes
"No, honey—" Missouri started, at an unusual loss for words
"Please, just tell me what I did wrong!" he cried, standing up "I can fix it!"
"Dean…"
"Please don't send me away!" Dean was begging
Sam felt as if someone had just set his heart on fire and now his chest was aflame as tears filled his eyes at his brother's words.
"Dean, honey." Missouri begged, taking him by the shoulders
"You're all I know." He whispered, all the joy and praise from the memory that was only a second ago now gone.
And to all of their surprise, Missouri wrapped her arms around Dean. "They're your family, Dean." She whispered to him "They love you, and from what John said…you're staring to remember?" she said, taking his at arm's length once again.
Dean nodded
"You trust them don't you?"
Dean nodded again.
"And you love them." It wasn't a question.
And automatically, not missing a beat Dean said "Yes." He wasn't even sure why he had said it.
Missouri nodded. "There you go." Was all she said before taking her arms from his shoulders "John, Mary…why don't you come down stairs with me. Let the boys talk."
And soon the 3 elders were gone.
"Dean…" Sam started
"Don't." was all Dean said, before turning to Sam. "She's right, Sam." He said "I trust you all and I love you…I should go with you." He was obviously trying to make up for his burst of emotions just a second ago, and Sam, only for a second, felt the old Dean was back. "Help me pack?"
Sam nodded and helped Dean gather up the little he owned (clothes Missouri had bought him, etc.) and put it in the backpack Missouri gave him.
"Dean?"
"Yea?" He asked
"I'm glad you're back with us…I'm glad you're remembering." Sam turned away, not wanting to show his tears "I missed my big brother."
"As much as I missed you…no chick flick moments." Dean blurted out.
The look on his face clearly said 'Where did that come from?' and Sam let out a laugh before wiping away his tears.
"Come on, let's go downstairs."
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Next Chap:
Sam tries to help Dean remember by telling them about their past.
Well? What didja think of this chappy! I personally liked this one. Although it was a little shaky I liked it!
But the important question is: What did YOU think?
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-claire