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Chapter 3

Dean noticed the change of the younger Winchester's face. Sam looked taken back and upset. Dean narrowed his eyes and observed his so called little brother. He frowned at Sam's uneasiness. Sam stole a glance under his long hair and started to drive his long fingers clutching the steering wheel hard.

Dean tried hard to remember what's wrong with the home. He asked Sam again but he didn't answer but kept driving. Dean remembered the wallet Sam gave to him in the diner. He didn't have time to check it so Dean took it out and looked the contents in it. He stole a glance at Sam who was in his own world and had completely forgotten Dean. Dean found couple of dollars in it and his ID. He opened the glove compartment and was shocked to see a shotgun inside there. He looked at Sam who's gaze still locked to the road. He looked though the compartment and found out numerous IDs which had his and Sam's faces. Hell there was even a FBI badge. Dean stared at it not believing what he was seeing. Sam had told him that they are running a family business and Dean wondered what kind of family business needed fake IDs. Dean then found out his driving license and Dean was shocked to see that the name it carried 'Dean Winchester' That sounded more familiar than 'Dean Lester' and the truth hit hard. His real name was Dean Winchester.

Dean closed the compartment and glared at Sam who was still in his own world. " Is there something you hiding from me?" Dean asked sending draggers towards Sam with his eyes. Sam was startled when Dean called out from no where. He licked his lips and swallowed hard. Well he had this coming at some point of a time. Dean immediately knew something was wrong and that Sam was hiding something from him. Dean eyed the youngest, noticing Sam was getting more and more uneasy under his glare.

"Stop the car" Dean said suddenly. Sam looked at him startled. " Dean?" Sam asked almost fearfully. " I said stop the damn car" Dean growled frustrated. Sam's brow furrowed with worry.

" Dean?" Sam asked taking a deep breathe after he stopped the car. Dean's eyes were scanning him and then it was his old Dean; the one who would read all his expression to find out what he was hiding or trying desperate to say.

" Are you really my brother?" Sam caught off guard by the sudden question.

"Wha…what?" Sam stammered trying to collect him from his shock.

" I asked you whether you are my brother?" Dean said his eyes narrowed.

" Course I am Dean" Sam sighed.

" Then what are you hiding from me?…You have been weird since I mentioned about going home. Is this something about dad missing?"

Sam sighed again not knowing how to start. But he have to do it some where. " Our home isn't here" Sam said softly.

" What?" Dean retorted and Sam flinched.

" We are from Lawrence…Kansas"

"What the fuck" Dean cursed angrily. " What the fuck you meant by Lawrence?" But Dean never got to hear what Sam was saying because wave of memories hit him hard.

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"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there"

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"Welcome to Lawrence" He was seeing the sign board. Dean felt him clutching the steering wheel tightly.

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Someone placing a baby in his arms.

"Dean take Sammy outside…Now…don't look back"

Dean was carrying the baby and running away from the burning house.

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"Dad, I know I've left messages before. I don't even know if you get 'em. But I'm with Sam and we're in Lawrence and there's something in our old house."

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Dean cried out in pain as his head was throbbing. Dean grabbed his head and tried to massage his temples to get the pain out. But it was too much. He felt dizzy and black spots danced in front of his eyes. Dean squeezed his eyes tightly. He vaguely heard Sam's panic voice but the pain was too much to bear up. Dean let him slip into the welcoming unconsciousness.

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Sam panicked when he saw Dean grabbing his head. 'Headaches' Sam climbed out of the car and ran to Dean's side. Sam was terrified when Dean's eyes rolled back and he passed out on the passenger seat. Sam ran a hand in his hear. "Dean…wake up man" Sam lightly tapped Dean's cheek but Dean was out of cold." Shit… shit…" Sam cursed desperately. He didn't want this to happen. Sam tried to calm himself.

'Calm down he just passed out'

'That's it idiot…people just don't pass out.' A little voice inside scold him.

'He'll be ok' He told to the little voice.

'He had a head trauma…he was in a coma…he has amnesia' the little voice reminded him.

"Shut up" Sam snapped squeezing his eyes tight. 'Great I'm officially losing it'

" Ok…we are going to the motel and then we'll do something…." Sam muttered to himself and got back into the car. Stealing another glance at Dean, Sam drove to the motel.

Sam half dragged half carried Dean into the motel room. He laid Dean on one of the bed, took off his shoes and socks and tucked him in. Taking a deep breathe Sam sat in his bed and watched Dean. After few minutes that seemed to be an eternity to Sam, Dean groaned and moved his head slightly. Sam walked to the bed hoping Dean would wake up but was disappointed to see that he had fallen asleep or had passed out again. Sam went back to his bed and sat on it waiting for Dean to get up.

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Dean's head was acing and so was his body when he woke up. Dean didn't want open his eyes and kept them close. He faintly heard someone calling him and shaking him slightly but he chose to ignore it. Dean tried to remember what happened. It was a bit fuzzy and little by little he remembered it. Sam saying that they were from Kansas not Iowa they were currently at. Dean slowly opened his heavy eyes. 'Dammit' Dean cursed as felt dizzy. He closed his eyes almost immediately. Taking another deep breathe Dean opened his eyes and once his vision was clear he was staring at Sam's worried eyes.

" Dean…you awake!" Sam said breathlessly and he sounded relieved and concerned to Dean.

"Unfortunately" Dean growled in frustration as he tried to sit up. Sam offered to help but Dean glared at him. Sam flinched under the glare and took a step back. His face and eyes told Dean that his brother was hurt but Dean couldn't care less.

Dean struggled and finally managed to lean on the headboard. He winced at the pain and closed his eyes tightly as the new position made him dizzy. Several minutes later he heard Sam's anxious voice. "You ok?"

Sam looked frustrated at Dean. He knew the next few hours he'll have to face Dean's wrath for hiding important facts about his life. Sam was ready to face a pissed Dean…not that he's looking forward to do so. He can do it as long as his big brother wouldn't hate him and with all his heart he wished Dean wouldn't.

Dean opened his eyes and waited for some minutes to get his vision cleared. Dean looked at Sam. The kid looked beaten up. He was pale and his eyes were tired and worried. Dean rubbed his forehead absentmindedly.

" Headaches?" Sam asked expecting a positive response from his brother other than a snap or a glare and Dean just nodded slightly. Taking that for a yes, Sam grabbed the bag that carried Dean's medication from the night stand and found the painkillers Dr. Turner had prescribed for dean's headaches. He handed Dean two pills and glass of water.

"What happened?" Dean asked after swallowing down the pills. He sipped some more. His throat had been dry and the cold water was so welcoming. He looked around and found out that they were in a crappy cheap motel room. When his gaze met his little brother, who was sitting on the other bed across the room, Sam shifted uneasily.

"Um…After I mentioned about…er…Kansas…you...were holding your head and then just passed out. You scared the crap out of me Dean" Sam's voice trailed off. 'I would understand passing out of exhaustion…concussion, fever anything but this amnesia thing is getting freaky and I'm scared as much as I was when you had that damn heart attack .'

" You better tell me every thing Sam. I can't remember things and it isn't pleasant. I have to trust a complete stranger. Don't be offended but that's how I feel. So you gotta help here. You didn't tell me everything about our selves. You just said very few things about me and you. It did gave me some memories but I'm still a little lost here."

Dean said in a slow but a demanding.

Sam bit his lower lip until it drew blood. Dean watched him patiently observing every single move he made. Sam took a good deep breathe and looked at Dean.

" I know this would be hard to believe but I swear on me and mom's grave that it's true…and it really is" Sam said hopefully to continue the conversation and waiting to see approve on Dean's side. Dean nodded.

" Our mom was killed by a demon" Sam said softly. Dean's eyes got wide with shock.

"Demon?" he choked out not wanting to believe what he was hearing. Sam winced but continued.

" Yeah a demon..." Sam waited an outburst from Dean but he looked too shocked.

"Dean?" Sam asked afraid that this conversation might also lead to Dean getting passed out. Dean stared at him for some minutes and nodded to say Sam should be continuing.

" When I was six months old and you were four, mom was killed by a demon. She was pinned on the ceiling and then burst into flames. Dad gave me to you and you ran out with me. Dad tried to save mom but he couldn't. The whole house was burnt down too."

Dean looked dazed. He remembered dad giving him a baby…dad…so that how he sounded.

" I remembered dad saying to take you out of the house." Dean muttered and Sam nearly missed the words.

" You did?" Sam asked curiosity hitting him hard. 'That's mean Dean is starting to remember. Thank God'

"Yeah. Remembered when you said we are from Lawrence" They both were silent.

" So you believe me?"

Dean looked at Sam.

"Like I have any other choice" Dean snorted and Sam sighed. "Go on I'm still listening"

" Mom's death killed dad." Seeing Dean's raised eye brows Sam added quickly. " I meant literally. You know the-person-he-was. Dad got obsessed with getting revenge and killing the bastard so he raised us as warriors. Soldiers in his war. We are hunters. We hunt supernatural beings. Demons, ghosts, vampires, werewolves…you name it dude we have killed them. Apart from the daily stuff about the supernatural world ,you took care of both me and dad. Especially me .You practically raised me. You protected and make sure I was safe every time. If not I might not be here to say this to you considering our freaky hunts." Sam paused his eyes boring into Dean's.

"You were a good soldier when I wasn't. So you were the one who got the extra cookie from dad" Sam chuckled. Dean looked as amused as Sam was.

" I was more rebellious. You had this blind faith in dad and did every thing he said or more like ordered without questioning. It used to bug me cuz I always questioned. Well lately I found out the reason. Anyway when I was 18 I got a full ride to Stanford. Dad and I had a one hell of a fight over it. Dad told me if I go…I should stay gone which I did. You still were there for me. Not physically but there were postcards, birthday cards found the way to my place although I was surprised. Then you came…almost like broke into our apartment. You said dad was missing in a hunting trip and asked my help to find dad. So here we are together trying to find dad."

Sam waited for Dean's reaction. " So you tell me all this is true?" Dean asked carefully looking at the younger boy. Sam nodded. Well what else can he do when it was the truth?

" It's kinda hard to believe"

" I know"

" You got any thing to prove that you were saying the truth?" Sam looked a bit taken back.

" Got dad's journal…if it'll help" Sam went through Dean's duffel and gave him John's journal.

Dean read some pages in the journal and they sounded familiar. Dean wasn't actually sure whether they are real or not. Something in Sam's voice and his face wanted Dean to believe him but it was hard after what he saw in the glove compartment. Dean remembered some of things Sam said but they weren't quite helpful. The uneasiness around Sam started and Dean once again felt he couldn't really trust Sam cuz he was after all a stranger that claimed to be his little brother. But Dean was still conflicted about the fact that he felt protective towards Sam. Trust and familiar feelings of Sam can be explained. May be Sam and him knew each other and that's all. But this feeling of protectiveness? Dean shut the book close frustrated.

" So where's dad?" Dean asked Sam who was sitting on the bed looking tensed at him.

" We met him about a month ago. Had a little encounter with a wraith and you wanted him to leave cuz we were used as baits to get him"

"You called him?"
"Both the time…when you were in coma and when I found out you have amnesia. But the calls went straight to voice mail."

" You do know trust is very hard to get, don't you?" Dean's low voice and the question caught Sam off guard. 'What made Dean say that?'

"Dean?"

"I went through the glove compartment"

Sam's heart sank again. Not the exact place he wanted Dean to search. Dean noticed the uneasiness in Sam and his body getting tensed.

" I found a shotgun…fake IDs and a FBI badge. What the freaking hell do they mean?"

Sam sighed. " Like I said. We hunt supernatural things. In our work of line we need them to do research, interviews and some times to break in"

" Fucking family business"

"Tell me about it"

"So what's my real name" Sam looked at him confused and Dean continued to glare. Then only Sam realized that Dean's name is still Dean Lester.

"Eh…You are Dean Winchester"

"And you are?"
"Samuel Winchester" Sam said exasperated.

" Why didn't you use our real names?"

Sam debated for a second whether he should say that he was a needed murderer.

"Well?" Dean growled.

"Um…Dean Winchester is officially dead." Sam replied weakly.

" WHAT?" Dean yelled. Ok he can take mom getting killed by a demon, dad not calling them and gone missing, possibly supernatural stuff although it's too much to believe, hunting their asses down, dad's journal although he was mused that Sam could be a psycho guy or a weird comic cartoonist who tells an incredible tale that they are hunting, shotguns, fake IDs hell even FBI badges but this?? Dean Winchester is officially dead?

What the fuck? How can he be alive and having a freaking amnesia if he is officially dead. Oh yeah how can he forget? He got amnesia…This is so shit he can't even remember why he is officially dead.

The room was spinning dangerously and he felt dizzy. Dean closed his eyes trying to fight off the dizziness…Dean tried to calm himself and concentrate on breathing normal as his breathing way too fast.

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Sam never felt so lost like this. Not even at Stanford. His brother was like few feet away from him physically but he was so damn far away from him. He watched Dean's breathing getting hitched almost dazed, and then the reality snapped. 'Shit…Shit' Sam sprang out of the bed and was in Dean's side within seconds. 'Dammit' Sam mentally kicked himself. "Hey Dean…calm down…come on…in and out…in and out…Dean please…." Sam rubbed his back tying to calm him with his own mind raising.

Slowly Dean calmed down. He took easy slow breathe and the room wasn't spinning that fast any more. He felt Sam's hands rubbing circles in his back. As soon as Dean felt move calmed he moved away from Sam's hands. " Dean?"

Dean took a deep breathe calmed his nerves and bolted out. "You should leave"

He saw extremely worried Sam peering into his face.

"Wh…What?"

"Or may be… I'll leave" Dean said swinging his legs out of the bed.

"Whoa, Dean?" Sam tried to help Dean who was swaying.

" I can't stay ….with you in the same… room" Dean rasped.

Dean watched the horror and shock passed through the younger boy's face.

"Dean?" Sam muttered weakly.

" I need time… This isn't doing any good for both of…us. I need to think…and I need to do it alone"

Sam stayed glued to his place shocked at his brother's words. 'Dean wants me to leave'

Sam vaguely listen to Dean's words when in his mind the wheels were spinning off the limits making him dizzy. Dean wants me to leave'

When he finally collected his thoughts and looked at Dean he was sticking the medication into his duffel. 'Dean is really going…'

Sam gathered himself. If Dean wants him to leave he is doing it.

"You stay…I'll leave" Sam softly said as he went to his duffel, packed the things he took out into it and grabbed the duffel. He stole a glance at Dean and met with Dean's piercing hazel eyes locked with his. Sam swallowed.

" M' sorry …didn't mean to upset you" Sam muttered and headed to the door. When he reached the door knob Dean called out from behind.

"Look…we'll talk tomorrow" Sam didn't look back. Just nodded slightly and walked to the manger's room. He asked for another room and kept his mouth shut when the manager asked what's wrong cuz he honestly couldn't say the real reason or come up with a story. He got the key to his new room and walked silently to it. Sam stopped at Dean's room for once and looked at it painfully knowing Dean's inside but he couldn't be with him. Especially when Dean is sick. Sighing deeply Sam headed to his room adding a 'Good night Dean' mentally.

TBC

Uh…huh.

Hope you liked it. Something tells me it didn't work out that well. Thanks a lot for reading anyway. I hope you'll be patient and stick with the story to the end. And I hope you'll be kind enough to drop a review. Then I could know about your ideas.