Whisphers of the Heart
Veet's was a local bar that was clean, friendly, upbeat, and near a nice part of the downtown area. You could have a drink or a small meal while listening to live local music. It was definetely one of the better bars Dean had been in, and he enjoyed the company of the the other patrons, even the owner, who made regular apperances to chat with people and take and serve orders himself.
Dean and Jadon were two hours and three rounds in and Dean knew practically everything there was to know about the other man.
Jadon had lost his parents in a house fire at six months old, and had been bounced around the foster system until he turned eighteen and got a full ride scholarship to Stanford. He graduated top of his class and was working as a lawyer for one of the top firms in California He was engaged to a lovely up and coming artist and was headed to met her at her parent's place for a visit.
There were way too many similiarites between Jadon's history and Sam's, not to mention the looks. Dean had already confirmed that he wasn't possessed, he didn't react to the holy water Dean had slipped into the first beer, and when Dean had "accidentaly" cut him with his silver pocket knife there hadn't been anything. Dean had no explination for what was going on, but he knew that Jadon Nash was Sam Winchester.
Now all he had to do was figure out how to get Jadon to remember Sam. And to ignore the voice in his head saying that Jadon was Jadon and not Sam.
Another two hours later, Dean was starting to believe that voice. There were some things about the man's personality and habits that were just like Sam's but other than that and the appearance, nothing was the same. He flinched at overly loud noises, especially if the sound was metallic in anyway, he stayed away from fire like it was after him personally, he kept his back to the wall no matter what, avoided small areas, and when Dean had cut him with his knife, it had taken a long few minutes to convince him to stay and even longer for Jadon to stop looking like he might bolt. Maybe Jadon was like a doppleganger, a double or twin of Sam who had no supernatural relation and it was just one of those universal mirror things.
The idea was crazy to him, but when the two of them staggered out of the bar, grabbed the cooler from the back of the Impala and headed across the street to continue the drinking party at Jadon's hotel room, it was the best theory he had other than Sam was back.
When the door to the motel room opened, Jadon threw his jacket and keys on the little table motels always seemed to have and went directly to the second bed, the one furthest from the door. For a minute Dean forgot that it was Jadon and not Sam and didn't question why he would sleep in that particular bed; he just closed the door, plunked down the cooler, grabbed two more beers and flopped back down onto the other bed, eyes closed and sighing deeply.
"Hey, Dean?"
It took a second and a bit of rolling for Dean to sit up, but he managed it. Jadon had his mouth open like he was about to say something, but nothing came out. Instead he was staring at Dean's chest. Frowning, Dean looked down and only saw his amulet swinging lazily from his movements. Dean leaned forward to brace his elbows on his knees and ducked his head a bit to catch the hazel gaze.
"Yeah?"
Jadon blinked and looked confused, then put a fist to his forehead. "Uh...I wanted to..." He grimaced and hissed with pain, eyes scrunched closed and when he opened them again, there was total fear and even more confusion.
There was also the beginnings of recognition.
"Dean? Why..what're...?" Then his eyes were wide and he started to scream.
"Sammy!" The bottle of beer dropped from Dean's hands, forgotten, as he lunged forward to catch Sam as he fell. He knew Jadon was Sam, he knew it! But the moment of triumph faded under his brother's tortured screams and Dean had to clamp a hand over his mouth so no one would call the cops or come investigate. Sam writhed like he was in pain and tears leaked from his eyes as they went rapidly and unseeingly around the room. Dean started to rock Sam and murmur to him, trying to reassure him like he had hundreds of times before.
It wasn't working.
Dean was at a total loss on what to do to help Sam when he heard a flutter, felt the brush of a gentle wind, and then two fingers were pressed against Sam's forehead. Sam went rigid, eyes still wide, then he was totally slack and his eyes closed. The sudden change scared Dean, but the warm breath puffing against his arm where Sam's head had lolled to the side assured him that Sam was among the living.
Dean looked up ready to fight the newcomer and felt his mouth go slack for the second time that day.
"Castiel?"
Black-Angel-001: cliffhanger, hanging from a cliff! and that's why he's called cliff hanger! wow, so jadon is sam and sam freaked out for some reason after suddenly getting his memory back and cas showed up. if it seems like there isn't a point to this, relax. there is. you'll just have to wait a little to see what it is. :)