A/N: I meant to mention that the beginning of this story takes place during the episode "Yellow Fever" (decided as of the last chapter). If any of you are confused about the dog scene last chapter, I suggest rewatching that humorous episode!
Enjoy! (...or don't…)
The frightened man and the man in the overcoat speed-walked alongside each other, the frightened man close to the other man and subtly clinging to the overcoat. After rescuing the green-eyed man from the small dog, the man in the overcoat thought it would be best to accompany him in case any more dangers came.
He didn't know why, but the green-eyed man was special. He felt as though he'd known the man for a really long time. Of course, that can't be true. Otherwise, the other man would have recognized him. He looked down to the man and studied him. Green eyes. Short, dark blond hair (what he believed was called "dirty blond", even though the man's hair was rather clean). Freckles that were hard to see in the lack of light. The man was tall, about 185.46 centimeters, or 6-foot-1 as some would measure. He also reeked of alcohol and occasionally stumbled slightly. But most importantly, the man was frightened. And that was unacceptable. This man needed to be kept safe...for some reason.
"So, uh," the frightened man cleared his throat. "So what's with the trenchcoat?" The man's voice was somewhat less squeaky this time.
The amnesiac looked down at himself. "It's actually an overcoat."
"Oh, okay..." The green-eyed man wearily observed his surroundings as the walked. "So...what's with the overcoat?"
"With it is a suit and a blue tie."
The taller man stopped and gave the man an odd look before walking again. "All right. What's your name?"
"I do not know."
The man stopped again and stared at the man in the overcoat. He continued staring for a few seconds until he heard a noise and briskly started walking again. After a few minutes, he spoke again: "Okay, Jason Bourne, how do you not know your own name?"
"Jason Bourne? Is that my name?"
"What? No. I mean...how should I know?! I barely know you!"
"And, yet, I know you."
"Know me? Know me how?"
"I do not know." Silence lingered for a moment. "What is your name?"
"I thought you said you knew me." Silence. "You can call me 'Dean'."
"Dean." It felt as though the name were trying to remind him of something. He could feel memories touching the outside of his mind. Though try as he might, he couldn't reach them. The remainder of the walk was in silence apart from the occasional squeal or whimper from Dean.
"This is it,"Dean said, sounding slightly relieved and all the more terrified at the same time. Upon seeing the "Bluebird Hotel", he released the overcoat. As he approached his door and started to fish around for the key, he noticed the amnesiac was behind him. "Uhh...thanks for...yeah. You can, uh...you can go now."
"You are still frightened. You are still in danger. I should be here to protect you."
"Yeah, I appreciate that. But, um, I got a little brother, y'know? Sammy. I don't really want him to know I had to be rescued from—from a friggin' poodle."
"It was actually a Yorkshire Terrier."
"You get the point! It's...It's embarrassing, man. I'm the big brother. I'm supposed to be the one doing the protecting!" Dean sighed. "Just...please."
The two stared at each other for a moment. "I...will leave." They continued staring at each other. It was when Dean raised his eyebrows that the man in the overcoat got the cue to go.
Dean watched the man walk away, feeling his security fade with each step.
The door opened. Dean's first reaction was terror until he saw the intruder was his little brother. He felt a bit more safe.
"I looked everywhere for you, Dean," Sam stated. "How the hell did you get here?"
"...Ran."
A/N: If anyone would like to help me with this story, that'd be great. I need help with Dean's lines because I hardly ever understand his references, and I don't watch a lot of movies. I had to Google "popular amnesia movies" just to find that Jason Bourne reference...