Ladies and gentlemen let me introduce you, chapter 10 which is from 2014 and in Sam's POV. It was kinda fun to write this chapter and I hope it is not too confusing, if it is tell me. Do I have anything else to say? No?
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Warnings: Again I don't think I have anything to warn about.
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12.12.2014
I'm exhausted. I can't find Dean and Cas is driving me nuts. I just really want Dean back, I bet he'd handle him better than I do. I try to be patient with him but he makes it really hard. I want Cas to be angel again because at least he would look for Dean with much more effort than he has now. Cas keeps saying that he is right here but when I ask him what does he mean by that, he just starts to talk about some random things, like bees.
I've called almost every hospital in this country but no one has had unidentified John Doe's around. How does a man just freaking disappear in to the face of the earth. One minute he is there and second he is gone, just like that. And the weird thing is, he took his duffle bag with him. So it really just looks like he took off, but I know he didn't especially because we both were on the edge of dying. He wouldn't leave me like that.
We are on our way to Minnesota. There is apparently a vengeful spirit on a killing spree but it really isn't the main reason why we are going there. Couple days ago Cas just showed up with a map in his hands pointing Minnesota and saying that we must go there. I have no idea where to go and where to look for Dean so Minnesota it is. We are now in Omaha, Nebraska so we still have road to kill but we'll leave first thing in the morning so we'll be there in no time, hopefully.
I put my laptop away and make sure everything is in order. I sit on the bed of the dusty motel room looking at Cas who is already asleep in the bed next to mine. It's weird that Cas's here because every morning I expect to see Dean sleeping in the other bed, disappointing when remembering that it's just Cas. It's good to have some company but Cas is like a child at the moment, so it's exhausting to do full day babysitting and trying to find out where Dean is.
I read a book about unicorns couple months back because Cas said it was important. In the end I felt just numb and stupid, and for one second after reading it, it was like I could hear Dean laughing at me. It was just my subconscious laughing at me. I drop into darkness.
I'm laying on a bed and I feel uncomfortable, like someone is watching me. I open my eyes and see Cas standing on the side of the bed staring at me. Gosh. "Cas!", I yelp." Personal space, for Christ's sake.". I see the realization sink in and Cas blushes and mumbles sorry. Quicky we get the hell out of the motel and on the road. God the impala feels so empty without Dean.
The hours pass by and I decide that it is time to stop for some gas and maybe grab something to eat. We end up getting into a diner.
"Welcome to Mystic, My name is Katherine and I am serving you for the evening so, what can I get you guys", I woman with black ponytail says too cheerily. Like always I end up ordering for Cas too. I'm used to Cas's rambling about all kinds of things and today apparently the subject is kittens.
"I saw a kitten yesterday.", Cas informs me matter of factly."Oh you did?", I say tiredly. Cas is looking out of the window, food almost untouched, "I want to have a kitten one day", Cas says smiling. "Cas that's nice but you need to eat okay, we have a long day ahead of us.", I really hope Cas won't put up a fight about eating- he still hasn't accepted the fact that he needs to eat whether he wants to or not.
Cas looks at the food disgusted but thankfully eats it without a complain. And on the road we are again. I've noticed that Cas likes the car rides because when we are on a road he is always cheery and just simply happy. We can only drive couple of hours before we have to stop for the night and tomorrow we'll be in Minnesota.
The vengeful spirit is taken care of and now I can concentrate on looking for Dean. "Hey man, why'd you want to come here", I ask Cas back in the motel room we payed for. "Dean's here", He says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Here?", I ask looking him suspiciously. Cas just nods and continues on his drawing, and he is actually pretty damn good.
How can Castiel know that Dean's here because last time I cheked he is human, but then again so was Anna and she could hear the angel radio.
For the hundredth time I pick up a cell phone and call the local hospital. "Minnesota's health centre, how can I help you?", on the other line young mans voice speaks. "Umm, my brother's been missing for awhile so have you had any John Doe's there lately?", I say in a exhausted tone, "Wait a second I'll check", I can hear rustling of paper in the other line, "Oh", the guy says in a surprised tone, "There actually is one John Doe here, a man around his thirties?". I get an adrenaline rush, Dean, "Yeah, my brother is in his thirties, could I you know come and take a look, that is he him?".
"Hey, I called here fifteen minutes ago about my brother", I say as I get to the first front desk I see, Cas following close behind. We talk and they tell me that when he came in he was in a coma but woke up four months later. My heart sinks of the thought that if this man is Dean that he has been in a coma, alone, for four freaking months. The doctor tells me that they didn't find any reason for the coma, that he'd been found unconscious and didn't have any medical reason they could find why he wouldn't wake up. Apparently it was like he was just asleep.
"So this is it.", the woman doctor says when we stop in front of a room number 465, "If he is your brother, be aware that he might not remember who you are because he has some kind of amnesia, he doesn't even know his own name."
The doctor opens the door and we peek in. The world stops, I want to cry, I want to laugh, all kinds of emotions flash over me, after six months of searching, I finally have found my brother. The doctor looks at me and when our eyes meet I can see that she got the wordless confirmation that, yes this is my brother. "Dean?", I say warily to the man who is sitting in a table working on something. His head jerks up and he turns around and I notice that doesn't recognize me and it feel like someone punches me in to the stomach. "Yeah?", Dean asks curiously but warily. "Umm do you remember me?", I ask feeling dump because of course he should remember me, he should.
Deans movements seem somehow off, like he isn't use to his body or something. "Honestly? No, should I?", Dean says eyes searching for the answer. "Yeah Dean you should.", I say inhaling,"I'm your brother Sam." I immediately see that he recognizes my name. "Sammy? But you can't be.", Dean starts, confusion clearly hitting him, hard. But he immediately seems to realize something.
"Oh, yeah of course", Dean says face blank,"Umm what year it is exactly, as you see my memory is kinda spotty." "2015.", I say realizing myself that it is indeed 2015, I've lived the past months stuck in 2014 not even noticing that the year has changed. Dean lets out a breath and looks at me shocked, what year he think it was if not 2014 or 2015 but I don't get a change to ask because Dean starts talking again,"If you are my Sammy then who the fuck is he?", he is pointing at Cas who is at the moment staring at a book on the table. "Well he is our friend Castiel.", I say feeling dump because Dean should know who Cas is. Dean nods slowly looking at Cas. Cas still staring at the book and if I get to guess I'd think he has been staring that from the moment we got in. I nudge him into shoulder, "Cas", I hiss.
Cas looks up and puts his hand into the pocket of his trench coat, pulling out a folded paper. He opens it and straightens it and after long couple of second he give it to Dean. Dean inspects the picture and breaths out,"Baby" and looks up from it, "Thanks, man.", "You are very welcome Dean", Cas says in the weirdly formal tone he has. I glance to the side seeing the doctor following our interaction curiously. She is looking at Cas thoughtful expression covering her features. She is probably wondering why Cas is so weird. For the first time she talks too, "What it is?", the question is obviously for Dean but Cas decides to answer to it. "I drew Deans car '67 Chevy Impala which he refers to as baby",we all just stare at him, and to be honest I think it is pretty sweet of him.
Dean shows us the picture and my jaw drops, the drawing is amazing. "Cas that's amazing!", I say, making Cas's lips curve into a tiny smile. Suddenly Cas just takes off and as concerned parent I've become, I follow him noticing that he just goes to the bathroom. I get back into the Deans hospital room, noticing that the doctor is still there but now shes talking to Dean. Noticing me they stop and the doctor tells me that in fifteen minutes we should have chat about Dean in private. Before the doctor could leave Dean decides to ask a question that I do not know how to answer, especially in front of a doctor, "So what is wrong with the Cas guy?", Fuck what do I say?, "You know he acts weird?", Dean continues.
"Well yeah, Cas has an autism", I blur out, feeling the heat in my cheeks. Dean just lets out an 'oh' and the doctor just nods and leaves the room. Soon Cas is back, "Did you know that water can be salty?", he says out of blue. "Yeah Cas we know", I say feeling nice to say 'we' again instead of an 'I'.
As the evening went on I noticed that Dean seemed younger somehow, more carefree and for the first time in forever I don't see a hollow man when I look him into his eyes, I see a man who has hope. "Gosh Sam how'd you grow this big, I never should've teased you on how short you were, karma is a bitch", Dean says smiling with a little hint of sadness. I just chuckle a bit. I get struck by a memory. Memory of Dean telling me that I'll be taller than him one day. Which oddly made me struck with a new memory, how stupid of me, of course. I don't know should I tell the doctor about this or just figure things out on my on because last thing I want is to get Dean admitted.
We never really talked about Dean schizophrenia after we got it under control. Dean acted like he didn't have it and so did dad. Along the years I tried to talk about it, ask about it but dad always sushed me. Because the day we started hunting again it was like, like Dean was somehow cured. But I always knew he wasn't out of the woods, that maybe then he was stable but I always kinda expected that he is going to crack. And apperiantly it took 17 years for it to happen again. But still somehow it feels surreal that he even has it because what if he didn't, what if it was all true because angels are real after all and, fuck I don't know.
I look at Deans sleeping form trying figure things out but nothing makes sense. Then it strucks me. If I remember right Dean said that he was from future, from 2014 to be excact and he disappeared 2014 so. I gasp and walk over to Deans bed nudging him into his shoulder trying to wake him up. "What?!", Dean says sleepily, clearly pissed off. "Dean, how old are you?", I ask voice stern. Confusion is clear in Deans face,"Umm thirty-", he starts but I cut him off, "No HOW OLD are you?". He tries to read me but after two long minutes he whispers, "Seventeen, I'm seventeen."
Oh god we were wrong all along, Dean did travel in time. I feel nauseous, fuck. It must've been hard for Dean. All is so confusing, how Dean doesn't have memories of this? Just simply what the fuck. It would've been so much easier if Dean would've been just schizophrenic. God.
Well atleast I now know what to do research on. Freaking time traveling, gosh. I shouldn't really be surprised, especially after all what have happened but I am. "Sam", Cas says from the other side of the room, "I know how to get Dean back", I look at him wide eyed, "But I am not an angel anymore and 1997's me has to do it."
We'll that info did not make this any easier.