Part 5:

When John Winchester arrived at the hospital he didn't know what to expect. When he'd heard the message from Dean about Sam, his first instinct was to; as always; believe his sons would be alright on their own - hunting the demon that had killed Mary being his priority. That had all changed when Dean had mentioned Mark. If Sam was remembering then John didn't want Dean having to deal with it on his own and so he had made the decision to journey to the hospital.

"Dad?" John turned to see Dean standing there, pale and disheveled - from sleep deprivation and worry more then likely.

"Where's Sammy, Dean?" he asked, as usual getting straight down to the business at hand. Dean, being Dean, just nodded with a raised eyebrow and lead his father to Sam.

John's throat constricted at the sight of his son lying in an hospital bed. If it wasn't for the beeping of the heart monitor John would've believed him dead.

"Hey Sammy - you going to wake up and lecture dad on his poor parenting skills?"

John laughed softly at Dean's attempt to sound unbothered by the situation. Sam had always been the easy one to deal with where emotions were concerned. He took after his old man by letting them out and showing them constantly. Dean, however, took after his mother; Mary; - choosing to bury his feelings deep down and acting as if everything was 'water off a duck's back'. The problem was with all those buried feelings, there was always the constant wondering,,,when would there be the explosion?

John wondered just how close Dean was to officially 'losing it'.

"Oh Sammy..." John breathed out, glancing at his son. "What's going on in your head son." He sat down next to the hospital bed and got Dean to tell him everything that had happened leading up to now.

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"Mark, son, can you hear me?" John asked, as he proceeded to treat the injuries, aided by the 14 year old boy at his side. "Everything's going to be alright...you're going to be fine son."

Sam was feeling a great deal of confusion, it was as if he was two seperate people. One seemed to know what was going on and was caught between doing as his father had asked and rushing to his 'brother's' side. The other Sam was confused by the whole ordeal, not sure who this 'Mark' was or of what was happening - last he remembered he was travelling with his brother Dean in search of their father...his elder brother Dean...not this strange 14 year old kid he saw now.

"...Sammy...in your head son..." Sam looked around him as the strange disembodied voice floated around him. A quick glance at the others indicated that he was the only one that had heard it. Oddly enough it had sounded like his dad.

His musings were interrupted by a deep growling and something slamming hard into the motel door. "Sammy don't let that thing close enough to bite you...that shotgun's loaded with silver rounds...make them count", he heard his father say to him. As if on auto-pilot Sam leveled the shotgun at the door and waited.

The door began to splinter and the growling and snarling intensified. Then a large clawed paw-like hand burst through the door and scrapped back, taking half the door with it. Sam got his first look at the huge form of the werewolf and aimed the gun at the creature's heart...

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"And he actually asked you who Mark was?" John asked, looking pointedly at Dean.

Dean nodded and glanced over at Sam, looking for any sign of response from his brother. "Do you think he's finally remembering?"

"Could be. Doctor's said he'd either remember in time or never" his dad replied.

"Sam's gonna be mad when he wakes up" Dean replied with a small grin. John didn't voice aloud his thoughts of "if he wakes up..."