A/N: Still own nothing! But I hope you guys appreciate the pop culture references!

Chapter 5

Life returned to the Winchester household as normally as it could over the next week. Mary and John went back to work, while Sam spent his days catching up on studying and homework. Dean, still recovering from his own injuries, spent his time in front of the television when he wasn't milking Sam's generosity.

"Sammy."

Pause.

"Sammy."

A bit longer pause this time.

"Sammyyyy."

"Dude, what?" Sam twisted in his seat, currently situated at the dining room table, a pencil in hand. Thumping it lightly against the heavy textbook, he quirked a brow at his brother. Dean, currently sprawled out along the plush cushions, grinned.

"Nice of you to pay me some attention."

"Dean." Sam huffed and returned back to his book. "Do you want something? 'Cause I'm trying to study."

"I'm bored."

There it was. Finally. Sam had been waiting to hear those two words from Dean, knowing they would be said eventually. To his credit, Dean hung on a lot longer than Sam thought he would.

"Well, what do you want me to do about it?"

Dean pursed his lips in thought for a minute. "Get me the keys to mom's car?"

Sam frowned in response. Mary had left her car at home, instead choosing to rely on John to drive her to and from work on his own way in, telling him that he could use the car if he needed to. "You're not allowed to drive yet."

"But nobody needs to know."

"That," Sam pointed his pencil at his brother, spinning around in his chair for the second time. "Is exactly what you said when you and Kelsey snuck out to that Offspring concert a few years back."

"And?"

"And I covered for you then. And when you were caught sneaking back in, and Dad caught you guys, we all got nailed for it."

"That was a good time, and you know it, Sammy." Dean laughed, before wincing a little and resting a hand against his right side. "Come on, be a brother, a friend. Just one little spin around the block."

Sam screwed up his mouth in thought. It probably wouldn't be a bad thing, and Dean would probably be fast about it too. But, still... Dean was under orders by the doctor, and their parents, not to drive. Not until he was completely healed.

Dean watched his brother in anticipation before groaning and pushing the back of his head into the couch pillow when Sam announced that this was one time he wouldn't hand over the keys.

"I'll drive you, though, if you want to go somewhere." Sam offered, closing the text and standing up. Making his way over to the couch, he stood at the opposite arm where Dean's head was resting, so he could face his brother. "We can go swing by the video store and pick up a couple movies? Maybe grab dinner while we're at it."

Dean thought on that for a moment. That was a good idea, and it would get him out of the house, even if he wasn't the one behind the wheel. But damn, he couldn't wait until his car was fixed. Right now, the smashed up Impala was sitting in the garage, awaiting some much needed love and attention. The back end had been completely destroyed by the truck's collision, the rear bumper torn clean off, while the trunk had collapsed in on itself. The force of the hit had caused the rear windows to shatter, so there was that to add to the To Do List, along with a new wax and paint job.

John had offered to have it take a look at it and begin fixing it himself, but Dean had shot down the idea. Ever since John had tossed over the keys to the sleek 1967 Chevy Impala, the car had become Dean's "baby", as he had affectionately referred to it as. He trusted only himself to build it back up, he told Sam later in confidence. Sam had sarcastically replied he understood. Dean didn't trust anyone to drive the thing, never mind touch it with a tool.

"Sure. Go get Kelse to come with us."

Sam hesitated. "I don't know, Dean. She seems like she wants to be left alone."

Dean gingerly sat up, still holding his sore ribs, and made a mental note to take a painkiller once he got some food in his system. "We're going to be gone for an hour, tops. Getting her out of the house will be good for her. Might trigger something."

That's what he hoped, at least. Ever since Kelsey had come home from the hospital, the girl had kept to herself, kept quiet and barely asked questions. Instead, the boys had observed her exploring her bedroom in detail, running fingers over every photo and trinket that lined her shelves, selecting something to pick up and study once in a while. Her face was often masked with confusion, thought or frustration as she looked over whatever treasure she held in her hands. More than once, Sam and Dean exchanged silent looks, betting on when the redhead would finally break down crying. The Kelsey they knew - the one before the accident - would often cry when she was deeply stressed or frustrated. Dean wanted to find one trigger, just one stimuli that would set off a memory. The first one was always the hardest, he remembered John telling him. Of course, that little gem of advice was about being dumped, but right now, Dean figured it could be relevant to just about anything.

Sam hesitated again, blowing air out of his cheeks before nodding. "Okay. I'll be back." He turned once towards the stairs that lead up to the bedrooms before turning around again. "Need help there first?"

Dean waved his little brother off before standing. "Just go. I need to get outta here before I start climbing the walls."

Sam snickered at the image his brain cooked up before hurrying off upstairs to find the girl. He frowned a little when he checked her room, and found it empty before shrugging it off. She's probably just exploring another area of the house, he debated, but chose to check each bedroom anyways.

With his parents, and his own room empty of the girl, he checked Dean's room and stood in the doorway. Debating quickly if he should say something, he decided against it and waited while she worked through whatever thoughts were going through her head at that moment.

Completely oblivious to her new companion, Kelsey chewed gently on her lower lip as she stood in front of the dark brown bookcase in Dean's room. In her hands, she held a plastic photo frame. Her own face stared back up at her, eyes squinting in the bright sun. Her hair, a light blonde in the photo, had been left loose with a pair of dark, oversized sunglasses resting on top of her head. The man, her companion, she recognized as Dean, sat beside her.

Lightly stroking the photo frame with her index finger, she sighed deeply and closed her eyes for a brief moment before finally noticing Sam in the doorway.

"Oh, Sam..." her mouth opened and closed for a moment, apparently questioning what to say to him before finally settling on "Hey."

"Hey," he greeted with a warm smile. "Whatcha doing?"

"I, uh..." Kelsey shrugged, before holding out the frame to Sam, as if that would answer his question. "Trying to learn, I guess."

Sam took the frame and gave it a once over before nodding. "I remember this. This was last summer."

"But I have blonde hair in that photo." Kelsey questioned, as if she couldn't understand the possibility.

"Yup," Sam nodded in agreement with a grin. "You have a habit of changing up your hair colour every now and then. Depends on your mood, I think."

"Oh." Kelsey returned the nod and bit her lower lip again. It felt like she was saying that a lot lately. Truth was, she really wasn't sure how to respond to anything she was learning about herself. None of it felt real, felt like it was the truth, and she didn't even know what the truth was anymore. That, in itself, was even more trying than having to learn everything all over again. Everyone's names, their likes and dislikes, and secrets, to name a few.

After a moment of silence, Kelsey tilted her head in thought, and washed her gaze over Sam expectantly, who just quirked his brows in questioning.

"Can you tell me about it?" She questioned, answering his silent inquiry.

"Uh, yeah." He shrugged a little, and bobbed his head from side to side in thought. This was weird, having to explain a memory that wasn't even yours to someone who it actually did belong to but didn't know it.

"You and Dean took it at Wescoe Beach, here in Lawrence. We, uh, took a family day trip. It was a couple weeks before I moved out to California for school." Sam explained, handing the frame back to Kelsey to return to it's spot on the shelf. "I know there's a couple more, but I don't think Dean got around to developing the others."

Kelsey jutted out her lips in thought, replacing the frame and took one final thoughtful look with a nod.

"Hey, uh, I don't mean to rush you," Sam started but he thumbed over his shoulder. "But, Dean is thirty seconds away from climbing the walls. Thought maybe it was a good idea to get you and him out of the house for an hour." When Kelsey didn't budge from her spot, just choosing to tilt her head at the suggestion, Sam continued. "We'll be gone for an hour, tops. Going to go pick up some dinner and movies. What do you say? Wanna come?"

"Sure. I could use some fresh air, I think."

Fifteen minutes later, the trio found themselves entering a Blockbuster close by the house. Sam had refused to drive further than the local strip mall close to home, explaining he didn't want to have to replace the gas he was using. In truth, although both Dean and Kelsey had been in vehicles since the accident, he didn't want to have them experience a panic attack and refuse to get in. If they did, at least the distance from the house to the strip mall wouldn't take any longer than twenty minutes to walk.

"Dude, I am so excited for this." Dean exclaimed, leading the way in with a bounce in his step. "You have no idea."

Sam rolled his eyes, but couldn't help the grin. It was good to see his big brother in such a good spirits, instead of the cloud of depression and guilt that had plagued him since he had woken up. While Dean still refused to talk to anyone regarding Kelsey's condition, brushing it off and saying he was fine, Sam could tell his big brother was still beating himself up over the accident and would be for a while.

"We get it. But dude, take a breath. It's just a video store."

Dean spun on his heel to face his taller brother, and did his best to look offended. "This is not just a video store, Sam. It's video heaven. We can literally find pretty much any title here, and I'm gonna find us the best."

Sam clapped his brother on the shoulder, careful enough to make sure he didn't hurt him but firm enough to bother him. "Sure. You do that."

With a wave, the trio split up to wander the shelves and find their own selections. When the boys finished up and eventually found Kelsey in the Romance and Drama section, she had been holding a copy of Titanic in her hands, reading the synopsis on the back.

"No."

"Excuse me?" Kelsey questioned, looking up at Dean, who was shaking his head in protest.

"We are not renting that. Anything but that."

"What's wrong with it? It looks like a good movie." Kelsey held it up so Dean could see the cover better. "This lead guy, Leonardo, he's pretty cute, so bonus eye candy."

"It's a chick flick!" Dean protested again, as if that were enough of a reason to avoid getting it. "Sure, the ship hits an iceberg and a bunch of people die, but it's still a chick flick!"

Sam snickered at the confusion that swept Kelsey's face and patted Dean on the shoulder, urging him to calm down.

"Way to spoil it for her, Dean." Looking back to the redhead, he explained again. "Dean has this... thing against romance movies."

Kelsey blew her breath out, rolled her eyes and replaced the case on the shelf. "Okay, then, what do you suggest?"

Dean grinned and held up his selections proudly, all older movies from the 1980's. Kelsey took each one and looked them over, looking less and less impressed with each title. "Batman... The Shining... Poltergeist..."

Looking up, she eyed Sam. "Please tell me you chose something out that sounds halfway decent?"

Sam held up his own selections. "The Running Man, Carrie and The Green Mile." At Dean's look, as if he were asking what was up with Sam's choices, Sam returned the Look. "What? I'm in a Stephen King mood."

"Then maybe you should rent It."

"Dude. Don't even joke about that movie."

Kelsey volleyed her gaze between the two of them. "What? Are you scared of clowns, Sam?"

It wasn't exactly a memory but it was enough to get Dean to smile brightly. Kelsey had asked Sam that exact question before, the first time they had tricked Sam into watching the movie when he was eleven years old.

Sam ignored the question, and as if in retaliation, he grabbed the copy of Titanic Kelsey had been looking at earlier and handed it to her. "Dean secretly loves this movie. In fact," he paused and took two steps away, picking up another and handing it to Kelsey, who took it in interest. "He loves this one too."

"Sweet Home Alabama?"

"What?! No, I don't!"

Sam ignored the looks the trio received from an elderly woman behind Dean, who had looked up at his shriek of protest and the young mom and son who had wandered into the aisle.

"Sure you do, Dean. It came out earlier this year, and you loved it." He nudged his brother teasingly. "We both know you want to be just like Jake, and find your own Melanie."

"Okay there, pal. You're looking for your own Melanie, so when you find her and she asks her what you wanna marry her for, you can say," Dean lifted a hand to air quote the next part of his sentence, "'So I can kiss you anytime I want.'"

There was dead silence for only a few seconds before both Sam and Kelsey burst out laughing, and hard. Dean frowned at the couple. Laughing was not the reaction he wanted. Although, if he were honest, he was happy to hear Kelsey's high pitched giggle again. It may have only been a couple weeks, but damn, it was nice to hear.

"Wow, Dean." Kelsey sniffed, as she finally got control of herself a moment later. "For someone who says they're not a fan of chick flicks, you sure are able to quote the movie."

"And know exactly what happens leading up to that quote." Sam added, still letting the odd chuckle out before putting a finger on his lips in a shushing motion. "It's okay. We won't tell. Our little secret."

Dean rolled his eyes, shaking his head and moved towards the check out. "Let's go. I want to get the pizza so I can take a pill." He looked back over at his brother and friend. "What about you, Kelse? Feeling okay?"

Kelsey shrugged lightly, trying to avoid wincing. As great as it had felt to laugh a few seconds ago, her injuries were definitely striking back. She had definitely not healed as quickly as Dean was, and so, her ribs and head were both screaming at her for the painkillers. Like Dean, though, she'd need food before she could take them, lest she vomit everything back up.

Sam seemed to pick up on the pain that the girl was feeling. He knew Dean was not at the top of his game (and admitted to wanting a painkiller, something he would avoid as long as possible), which meant that Kelsey was absolutely feeling pain. After all, she had been the worse off between the two. Taking all the movies, Sam handed them to the cashier, and handed over the rental member card before paying for the rentals and leading them back out to his mom's sedan.

Making a quick pit stop off at Luigi's, the local pizza joint, Sam picked up and paid for the two pies while Dean and Kelsey waited in the car. Sliding back in, Sam handed the white boxes over to Dean, and pulled out of the lot before heading home.

Once everyone was inside, Dean practically tore into the pizza, only using a plate after accepting one from his brother.

"Mmmf, fffhis is good!" Dean mumbled happily as he chomped down on a slice of Meat Lover's.

Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother's eating habits before moving to the cabinet above the dishwasher where medication was stored. Finding Dean's, he tossed the pill container to his brother and moved to hand Kelsey her's.

Kelsey accepted it with thanks, swallowing the bite she had before fishing out a pill. Popping the thick, pink capsule in her mouth, she washed it down with a mouthful of water, and handed Sam back the container.

"Guys, we're home!"

Mary popped her head into the kitchen, followed by John, once the pair had removed their jackets and boots, stamping off the snow. She smiled and nodded in approval. "Pizza for dinner. Nice."

Dean swallowed the last bite of his slice, popped his own pill and washed it down. "There's still some left,"

Mary wandered over to the boxes and lifted the lid. Meat Lovers and a Cheese. Pulling a plate down, she handed one to John before selecting a Cheese slice and joining the trio at the table. The conversation worked it's way to everyone's day, and ended with Dean urging Sam and Kelsey to hurry up because he wanted to make popcorn and get settled in front of the TV again.

"But you just ate?"

"And?"

"You're like a stomach with legs, Dean. Seriously." Sam remarked before popping in Poltergeist, which Dean had strong-armed Sam into watching first. ("House rules, Sammy. Injured picks the movie, healed shuts his cake hole." Dean had pointed out, which earned him, what he liked to call, Sam's Epic Bitch Face.)

Getting into a comfortable slouch on the couch, Sam picked a spot on the floor with Kelsey, who chose to sit just beside Dean's legs and drew her own knees up while hugging a pillow. Prepared with pillows and popcorn, the trio were in for a long movie marathon.

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