A/N: Sorry for the late update…I was at my friends cottage all weekend…no comp, no Tv, no NOTHING!!! 20 mins away from civilization and a million black flies outside from like 7:30 in the morning till 8-9 at night. Books where my company, and my MP3 was till it died…that sucked! Anyways, on with the story!!

Dean was back in the black and white world of his dreams. The same buildings standing tall and the same massive crowed around him. He couldn't stand this place that he was taken to in his dreams, all the people brushing past him, touching him, it was so uncomfortable. Then it clicked and he looked for the circle where the bench was, and where that guy was last time he was here. Pushing past people, he groaned. The more he moved the more people there seemed to be and the more he was touched. Walking and walking, he couldn't see anything that had to do with the man or that circle with the bench in the middle, the only place away from all these people. Walking towards where he thought the bench was, he feels the little space he had get smaller, then he has no space at all. Every inch of his body was touched or brushed by another, and he felt like he was drowning in a sea of people. So many people, people he didn't know, just touching him like he was just something in there way, touching him without thinking maybe he hated to be touched. But then he remembered that people don't care, and the worst thing that he could do was freak out cause god knows they just love to point and laugh, or just stare when something like that happened. He was on the edge when he seen the only thing that was color, the man he didn't, but did know at the same time. With the urge to get away from these people and to get to the man, he almost ran, trying not to trip over people, and to keep as much space between them and himself as possible. He sighed in relief when he broke free from the crowed and made it into the circle that contained the man, and the bench. Where no one was but them. He ran to the bench and stopped when he got there, and then just stayed in one spot looking at the man. The man was wearing the same thing that he wore before, sadly not in just his boxer shorts. The man looked up and just looked into Deans eyes, and it seemed like he was searching. Dean was confused at this, why would the man search his eyes when he had all the answers to his questions and refused to give them. Or maybe he was hoping he already knew. And that was what it was when he seen the disappointment in the mans eyes as he realized that no, he still had no clue who he was. The man stood up and flipped his hair a little so it was out of his eyes, looking into Deans the whole time. Green on hazel, one sad the other confused . The man stepped forward, just enough to keep 2 inches away from the two. Dean didn't get it, but he didn't hate being so close to this man, touching him or being so close, he felt comfortable and that stumped him. He didn't like any ones presents other then his dad's, and his dad was gone. Without knowing it, Dean had closed off the space between them and had his arms around the taller mans waist. Feeling arms come around him as well, he held the man a little tighter, feeling so much welcome and warmth to be held, held without himself feeling so unbelievably uncomfortable. He buried his face in the crook of the mans neck, having the feeling of tears at the back of his eyes. The man smelt like heaven, a mix of yummy smelling cologne and a smell that just screamed Sam. Dean backtracked. Sam? He didn't know anyone named Sam. Then it hit him, and just as he was going to voice the name, he forgot it. Just like that the name was gone. And this time he really couldn't hold the tears. Slowly, one by one they fell, warm and soft on his cheeks. The man just held tighter to Dean, trying to offer the much needed comfort. Dean leaned back and looked into the mans eyes. Hurt and sorrow written all over his face.

"I knew it, I knew your name for just a moment, and now I don't know what it is. I don't know what your name is and I just knew it two seconds ago." Dean whispered, tears flowing faster now.

The man smiled.

"So your really that desperate to know my name? I don't remember you being that desperate about me Dean."

Dean's eyes flashed anger.

"I don't even know who you are! I've never met you and you want me to remember you? HOW CAN I DO THAT? You make me feel like I do know you, bring up memories I don't even have, emotions toward you I don't understand and you want me to remember your name? How can I do that. How." He trailed off, tears still flowing.

The man just stood there and looked into Deans eyes. Dean did know him, he did have memories of them, he had just stored them away in the deepest part of his heart so he wouldn't remember, and he was trying everything to make Dean open the door to the memories. He could just tell Dean, and maybe have him fall in love all over again, but it wouldn't be the same. Sighing, he looks deep into Deans eyes.

"I could tell you but it wouldn't be the same. You locked those feelings and memories away deep in our heart, and I just want you to bring them back out. I miss you."

Slowly, The man started to fade away. Dean tried to hold on harder but he couldn't.

"Don't go!" He felt a little panic when the man started to leave, the feeling of dread washed over him, like he couldn't live without him near.

"Just tell me your name, that's all I want is a name!" Dean cried as the man was almost gone.

"Sorry I cant." was all he heard faintly in his ear, then the man was gone and he was alone in the circle. All of a sudden the circle was gone and the people started walking around him.

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Dean woke up with a jolt. Anger, confusion, sadness, and longing ran in his veins fully and without mercy. It just made him feel weird on so many different levels that it made him frustrated. Ripping off the covers, he jumps out of his bed.

"WHY CANT YOU JUST TELL ME YOUR NAME!!"

Anger taking over he rampages his room. First the lamp was picked up and smashed against the wall, then tossed on the floor. Next where the items on the desk, papers flying all over the place and pens as well. The little lamp on his desk was tossed and smashed against the wall as the computer screen was pushed off the desk and slammed onto the hard carpet covered cement floor with a loud crash. He didn't care what happened to anything, if anyone heard him. It felt good to destroy everything. Picking up his computer chair he swings it into the desk and cracks it down the middle. Then he makes his way to the side where he lifts the deck and sends it forward, breaking it even more. Panting, Dean goes and steps over the papers and smashed glass to his bed. Flinging himself on it, he starts to cry. He hasn't cried in a long time, but it felt good to. It felt good to let it all go instead of hiding it all away. He cried for a good ten minutes with his face buried in his pillow. It wasn't fair he didn't remember that man he keeps seeing. If there where emotions and memories deep down in his heart about the mystery man, he sure didn't know how or if he couldn't reach them. He wanted to, so bad, he just wanted to know everything. He hated how he felt when he was touched by the man, how he felt feelings and memories but couldn't tell what they where, and then have them disappear as fast as they came. He hated how he missed the guy when he disappeared, how he's all that he can think about now, thinking will I see him soon? He hated not knowing the mans name. He hated not knowing the memories. He hated this whole damn thing. Looking around the room, he takes in what he's done, and he smiles. He never used that desk, or anything. The lamps where never turned on at all. He was always out of his house walking, so it didn't bother him, and he liked it. He started laughing for no reason. There was nothing funny said, done, or anything funny in the room but he just continued to laugh. When he stopped, he thought about how desperate he is to know everything about the man and how he didn't, and if there where memories and feelings deep in his heart he didn't know any way of getting them. And just then he felt the tears build up in his eyes again. Slowly a warm salty tear escaped his hazel eyes and ran just as slow down his slightly tanned face. Tracing every freckle it ran down, and then run down his neck a little bit faster then stopping. Another followed soon after then a whole bunch. His eyes red and a little puffy, he gets up and goes to the bathroom. He suddenly had the urge to pee really bad. After he relieved himself, he walks down the stairs to the basement. Why, he did not know, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. Something was puling him somewhere, and that somewhere he didn't know. Stepping around the couch, he looks at the brick wall. Why am I standing here? He thought. He just stood there and looked at the bricks, and then he noticed one was a little odd looking. Bending down, he sees that it's been cut out of the wall and put back. Moving the couch a little bit, he sticks his fingers in the cracks and pulls the brick out. After a little fight he finally gets it out and places it to the side. Looking in he sees a wooden box with a lock on it. Sticking his hand in, he pulls the box out and sits on the couch. It was an old looking box, but it wasn't really that marked up, seemed in really good condition. At the bottom was carved "Deans Memories" and that made him freeze. Deans memories?? What the hell? He flicked open the lock and then slowly opened the lid.

A/N: OMG That was mean of me to stop there!!! VERY!!! But I'm going to work on the next chapy RIGHT AFTER I POST THIS!! Yay!! Haha. What's in the box? You'll just have to wait!