A/n: Thanks for all the feedback for the first chapter. Here's Part 2!
Dean yawned and snuck a peek at his watch. It was 3:34 at night; he was tired but he just couldn't go to sleep. Bobby was across the room, sleeping soundly on a chair. Sam was asleep as well.
Dean felt guilty. He felt so guilty. He was Sam's big brother and it was his job to protect him from everything and even though Sam was a grown man, Dean couldn't stop caring about his Sammy. He was a hunter and was pretty much used to dealing with the world of supernatural; however he wasn't used to being helpless. He loathed being helpless. Like when Sam had been in a coma, Dean just stood there, unable to do anything for his brother.
And now that the younger Winchester had lost his memories, Dean felt more helpless than before. What would he do? How would he tell Sam about their 'family business'? How would he explain everything? Or would he just keep away from the truth and spin up a lie, giving Sam the impression that they lived normal lives?
He could do that. He could lie. He could get Sam enrolled into law school. (Not Stanford Law but some other place where no one knew the Winchesters) and he could pretend that everything is normal and that they're ordinary people. Dean was a skilled liar who hardly ever got caught but lying to his own brother…. That was something Dean didn't want to do, no matter how much he wanted to protect Sam's innocence.
-o-o-o-o-
Around 9 in the morning, the doctor showed up to examine Sam and let them know that he was stable enough to leave the hospital in a few days. She suggested that Mr. Smith be put into therapy and that he would benefit from talking to someone unbiased. Sam seemed to like the idea but he didn't know what he would say to the shrink. He didn't remember any single thing!
The doctor left the room after checking Sam's blood pressure and his heart beat, telling him to rest as much as he could.
As soon as the doctor was gone, Bobby opened up his eyes and turned them onto Dean. "A few more days said the girl! Doesn't she know anythin' 'bout bein' a doctor?" he said. "She talked 'bout stuff like that but she couldn't mention when he'd get his memory back." Or if he'll get his memory back, he grimly added to himself.
Dean shrugged. "She'll come back in a couple of hours to check again so I guess we'll get to find out later", he replied.
Bobby rose up. "I'm heading out. Sleepin' on that", he pointed to the chair on which he spent the night. "It killed my back so I'm checking into a motel, taking a shower and heading back here in two hours max." And with that being said, Bobby went.
Sam smiled. "So Dean, I guess it's only you and me. Can I ask you a few things?"
Dean groaned. The kid didn't remember anything but he still had a few of his old habits. For example: being chirpy in the morning.
-o-o-o-o-
"Do I have a girlfriend? What kind of person am I? Are we close?" Sam rambled on, not giving Dean a chance to answer back.
"Hold on right there, Sam. Too many questions. Too little time. Take a deep breath and repeat everything slowly", said Dean.
"Do I have a girlfriend?" repeated Sam extremely slow, putting an emphasis on every word.
"Nope."
Sam nodded before continuing. "What kind of person am I?"
Dean thought this over. He had a feeling that they were going to have a chick flick moment once he answered Sam's second and third questions. You know, one of those sweet moments in which the Winchester brothers show their brotherly love for each other.
"Well…" started Dean."You're super smart, man. As in book smart. You like to do thorough research and stuff and you wanted to be a lawyer. Other than that, you're funny but have shitty taste in music. Personality-wise, you're as good as anyone can be and even though you and I have had our disagreements, you always have my back when I need you. You're my little brother, Sammy. Of course we're close. Closer than anyone or anything."
Dean felt a bit uneasy. He wasn't the type who'd sit and talk about feelings. But right now, he needed to do this for Sam. He had to pull through for his brother.
Sam noticed that Dean seemed uncomfortable so he decided to ask another question. "Uh… that's nice. Umm, how do we know Bobby?"
Dean cleared his throat before replying. "Bobby's a friend of Dad's but honestly; he's more like a father to us. He cares about us and he's one of the few people that we trust."
That was true. Bobby Singer was a father figure to Dean and Sam Winchester. He loved those boys as if they were his own and in his opinion, he thought of them as nothing but sons.
Sam took his face into his hands and his shoulders slumped in defeat. "There's no use!" he said miserably. "There's no use in reminding me about you, Bobby or anything else. I don't remember either of you! My mind is a blur and I… I… just hate feeling so dependent on anyone. It isn't fair that you'll have to take care of me while I'm in such a state. You-"
Dean cut him off. He was angry now. "For crying out loud Sammy, stop with this shit. What do you mean: it isn't fair that I have to take care of you? Why are you putting yourself through this? Don't beat yourself over this. You're my responsibility and you'll be okay. I'll make sure of that. You'll get your memory back!"
"How can you be so sure of that?" shouted Sam.
"Because I'm the oldest. Which means I'm always right."
"No, it doesn't!"
"Yeah, it totally does."
-o-o-o-o-
Later that day:
Bobby and Dean stood outside the hospital, talking things over. Bobby had a few suggestions as to how they could help Sam get back to normal but those ideas weren't exactly how Dean planned on helping Sam. He reasoned that hitting Sam with a fry-pan wasn't a logical thing to do and that there wasn't any spiritual way. They couldn't make a deal with a demon either as Sam wasn't on the brink of death.
"Bobby!" mumbled Dean tiredly. "This ain't funny. This is Sam we're talking 'bout over here."
Bobby cast a dark look towards Dean. "You got any better ideas, smart ass?"
"NO", gritted out Dean. "I don't."
"I say that we take Sam outta here and maybe being back on the road will trigger some thoughts. Like the doc said, he needs to be reminded of some old stuff he's used. Y'know, something that's familiar."
Dean cracked a smile. "Operation Get Sammy Outta Here has commenced."
-o-o-o-o-
Sam turned to the left side of the hospital bed, feeling unbelievably depressed. Bobby and Dean had gone off a while back and he was all alone, left with nothing do. This is a really pathetic situation, he thought to himself. How could injuries to the head wipe away someone's memories?
The door creaked open. "Sam", whispered Dean as he entered the room, carrying a bag of clothes which he tossed to his brother. "Change in to these."
"Why?"
"'Because I said so."
Sam wasn't one to complain. The hospital gown was getting on his nerves so he was grateful to get a change of clothing. He grabbed the pair of jeans, white t-shirt and made his way to the washroom.
A few minutes later, he walked out feeling way better than before. But just as he was about to get back on the bed, Dean threw a pair of boots and socks at him.
"I don't need these right now."
"Stop arguing. Just wear 'em."
Sam did as he told and pulled on the socks and tied the laces of his boots.
"Now we can leave", said Dean happily. "I've had enough of this hell hole to last me a life time."
"WHAT? Where are we going?" asked Sam.
Dean cocked any eyebrow. "Jeez, you're more annoying than before. Shut up and get your ass moving. We ARE leaving. Where we're going? I don't know."
-o-o-o-o-
It was dark at night as the two brothers snuck out and ran to the parking lot, where awaited Bobby.
"Well boys", he said. "I got the Impala up and running. She's in perfect condition now so drive safe and call me whenever you can."
"You're not coming with us?" asked Sam.
"Nah. You and Dean have fun. This time I ain't gonna go with you."
Dean nodded and hopped into the driver's seat and gestured for Sam to get inside as well. "So long Bobby. See ya soon", he grinned as he started up the car.
Sam smiled and shook hands with the older hunter before getting in. "It was nice meeting you Bobby", he said sincerely. "Even though I don't know who you are, I've got a feeling that I used to know you pretty well." He looked crestfallen.
Bobby waved him off. "BYE!" he shouted.
And with that the Winchester brothers drove away from the hospital.
A/n: No, this isn't the end of Forgotten Memories. I know that I said that this story will be a two shot but I've changed my mind. I think there will be one or two more chapters, depending on how I decide to end this.
As for those who want to know, there will be a happily ever after for the boys in this story! : )
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