sam woke with a start "just a dream" he whispered to himself
it was then that he realized he wasn't sitting in the impala anymore
"DEAN? DEAN! HELP ME DEAN! HELP DON'T LEAVE ME DE-E-EAN!..."
"see bobby? just like i told ya i found him the warehouse i killed the shifter in unconscious and pretty beat up.. so after i lugged his heavy ass out into the car
i drove back to the motel cleaned his wounds did a concussion test and went to bed...when i woke up the next morning he didn't even recognize me at first! but maybe he just needs to see
you to remember you bobby"
"maybe...are ya sure it was a shifter that did this to sam?"
"what else could it be?"
"i don't know just thought i'd ask..lets go down and check on the poor idjit

BACK IN BASEMENT/PANIC ROOM
"DEEAN !COME BACK HELP ME !DEEAN!"his voice finally gave out "d'n" he whimpered.
he heard footsteps coming down the stairs..looking around for a hiding place and finding none he sat on the bed and just waited for whatever was coming
"sam?" came a gruff voice through the slot in the iron door.
"w-who are you?" sam tried to sound tough , but through the sobs and gasps he just couldn't
"it's me. bobby, now i'm gonna come in...ok?"
"o-ok"
bobby opened the door slowly prepared for except for the huge mess of a kid sobbing on the floor with his head in his knees
*oh,sam what happened to you?*
"sam. sam look at me"
no response
"dammit boy! i'm just trying to help you the least you could do is have the decency to look at me"
sam looked up at bobby
"i-i know you..."*think sam think*
"you'd better"
"uncle bobby?"
"your damn right..."*when was the last time he called me that?*
"w-where's dean?"
"right here sammy" [shuffling and things clunking against each other]
"dean!" that voice put the stupidest grin on his face..like a kid who's having christmas easter and halloween all at the same time
sam jumped-err tried to jump to his feet, but succeeded in getting halfway up before his knees gave out and he flopped back down to the floor .
"deean"
"im coming sammy one second [more clunking]
"all right sammy time for a pop quiz"
"dean. i dont have a concussion i thought we had agreed on that .."
"easy tiger .. not that kind of quiz" dean said as he flopped a duffel bag unceromoniously at sams feet
"a duffel bag?" sam raised an eyebrow"what kind of test needs a duffel bag...unless ?"
dean winked at bobby "i told you so " he mouthed.. bobby just rolled his eyes
just an inventory check ,k?"
"a-alright "sam unzipped the bag and started taing the weapons out carefully one by one and correctly answered every question under the sun dean could think of to ask him about each weapon.
"ok good now i'll be back in a minute ..you hungry?"
"yah starving"
"ok you stay here and i'll be right back with some food"
*seeing as sam doesnt seem to remember his love of rabbit food maybe i should make burgers?naw as much as i wish he could start over and not be quite so weird in his little habits
but since the weapons thing went so well we need to keep giving him back his little annoying things.. damn*
"soo bobby how'd i get down here? i don't remember walking"
"you didn't. not and dean had to practically carry your happy drugged fool ass down here"
"i didn't do anything to awfully terrible did i?" sam asked in his most confused guilty voice ever
"other than calling me yogi the bear and being way to cling-y no not really"
sam blushed "yogi? wow.. im sorry... really"
"nt your fault deans the fool that encouraged it "
"why would he do that?"
"i uh well...uh -"he heard footsteps coming down the stairs "took ya long enough" he started to mumble under his breath
but stopped when he saw how much of a mess dean was there was flour all over his shirt and in his hair and maybe some lettuce up there too .before either bobby or sam could react
dean said" kitchen mastermind at work! one gigantor sized breakfast coming through!" he grinned
sam and bobby were both stunned
"what? its not every day you get access to a working kitchen... you like,sammy?"
but sam was already to busy eating the huge salad dean had made him to say anything other than "mnnff" and flash him a thumbs up
"i'll take that as a yes". bobby just gave dean his best dad stare."what? i cleaned up"
bobby grabbed dean by the shirt collar and marched him upstairs"we'll be back in a bit sam" he called down
"you mind telling me just exactly what you think you are doing?"
"I WAS making sammy some breakfast and me a pie"
"i KNOW that i meant why?"
"bobby you saw him down there with the weapons bags we just need to get him back in his old pattern "
"is that what you think? that getting sam back to his old pattern will just fix everything?"

"DEAN C'MERE DEEEEEEEAN"

he heard dean and bobby both coming down the stairs
"dean i-i need to tell you something"
"what sam ?what is it ?"
"i think i know what happened that night"
"what night ?"
"the night this"he gestured at himself"happened.. the night i lost my memories"