I'm sorry to have left you hanging for so long, loves! This chapter has been written for a while; I just haven't managed to post it! I'm a bad, mean authoress for doing that :(

But the upside to this is that you get to enjoying this now! You may need to reread to get back to this point, since it has been... 3 months since I updated... I'm so sorry, loves!

But this chapter is really amusing, so I hope you'll forgive me!

"Sammy!" the shorter one yelled, moving quickly to try to catch the other man.

He stumbled under the weight of the larger man and I hopped the bar to give him a hand. "There's a spare room in back we can take him to. C'mon."

The shorter man still bore the brunt of the weight and him stumbled, murmuring, "Sasquatch," under his breath as he maneuvered the unconscious man.

We managed to get him up on a table, at which point I backed off, allowing the shorter man to try to wake the other.

"Sam. Sammy! Damn it, wake up!" the shorter man commanded, shaking the other's –Sam or Sammy?– shoulder vigorously. "C'mon, Sammy, I promised Dad I'd take care of you, but carrying your unconscious ass wasn't part off the package!"

Silently, I stood watching the only two links I had to my past.

The one called Sam –I was just going to go with that one, considering most grown men don't like having strangers call them by nicknames in my limited experience– stirred and looked up at the shorter one. "Dean, tell me that for once it was just a crazy-ass dream," he commanded groggily.

The one called Dean calmed a bit. "Sorry, but no can do," he told the other almost tenderly, like he'd forgotten I was there, wiping at a smudge on Sam's cheek.

"So Cas is here, human and sans memory?" he asked dismally from the table, trying to sit up, but Dean wouldn't let him.

"Still right here," I piped up.

"And a lot cheekier than usual," Sam added, shooting me a smile.

"And he still probably gets off on scaring the life out of me," Dean grumbled as Sam tried to sit up again. "Sammy, you just fainted. Just rest for a bit."

"Dean, I am not a southern belle who passed out from heat exposure, nor am I any other type of damsel in distress. Let me up." Sam rolled his eyes as Dean let him man sit up, his gaze drifting to me. "Since it seems you don't remember us at all, I'm Sam Winchester and this annoying guy here is my older brother Dean."

I knew the names should have rang some bells in my head, but nothing happened. "So how do I know you guys?"

"Well, you pulled Dean out of Hell." Sam looked at me calmly.

"You're not kidding, are you." It wasn't even a question. But the notion of supernatural things… it didn't bother me at all. Not since I started having dreams about helping a pair of faceless hunters evade some type of supernatural being.

"No, we're not." Dean looked at me with a blank face.

"…And you're not surprised at all at the existence of Hell… so have you had… dreams?" Sam asked.

"…How did you know?"

At that, Sam offered me a sweet smile. "Memories often show up that way. Trust me."

Yeah... Who enjoyed reading about Dean over-reacting when Sam passed out? C'mon, you know you did *giggle*

POST-CHAPTER CONVERSATION!

Sam: Really, Dean? Really?
Dean: *has the decency to at least look ashamed*
Sins: *giggle*
Sam: I hate you...
Sins: *bursts into tears* I'm sorry, Sam... I... It just happened! It won't happen again!
Castiel: *awkwardly tries to comfort Sins with a hug* Look what you've done, Sam! You went and made her cry!
Sam: *shuffles awkwardly*
Sins: *sniffs and nuzzles into Cas, trying not to startle him*
Sam: I... sorry...
Sins: *wipes at tears* It's okay, Sam... I didn't mean for it to happen...
Sam: I... I know that... I'm sorry for snipping at you..
Sins: *leaves Castiel's arms to hug Sam* It's okay, sweetie. I forgive you.
Dean: *taps foot impatiently* Will you please stop molesting my brother and get on with it?

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