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"You said that I wanted to be a lawyer", said Sam, interrupting Dean from his line of thoughts. They sat in the Implala and had been driving for while now.

"Yeah", said Dean, unsure of what Sam would say next. "

"Then how come I dropped out of college and decided to go on a road trip with you?"

Dean suppressed a groan. His hands clenched on the steering wheel and he looked out the window. "Your girlfriend died and you weren't in a good place. Leaving with me was the best choice for you."

"What happened to her?"

Dean cleared his throat. "There was a fire in your apartment."

We were living together, thought Sam. "So were we serious then?" he said.

"Yeah. You loved Jessica –that's her name- and you guys were really happy together." Before shit happened, Dean added to himself.

"Tell me a bit about her. What was she like?"

Dean shook his head. How the hell was he supposed to know what Jessica was like? He knew what he looked like but he'd only met her once before she was killed. "Blond, blue eyed and a total babe", he said.

"And….?" Prompted Sam.

"I dunno. I've only met her once and that too when I broke into your place in the middle of the night."

Sam was confused. Hadn't Dean told him that they were close? Then why had his brother met his girlfriend one time? And that too when he 'broke in' late at night. "Elaborate on that!" exclaimed Sam. "You said we were close! If we were, you wouldn't have had to break in and you would've met Jessica enough times to know a few things about her."

"It's not as simple as you think, Sam", said Dean angrily. "To cut a long story short, you wanted to go to college. Dad didn't want you to. You didn't listen and left anyway. For two years you didn't bother to answer my calls. You were the one who didn't need your big brother anymore!"

"But…" said Sam. "I need to kn-"

"That's all Sam. I'm not going to talk about this right now", said Dean. He increased the volume of his radio and AC-DC blared into the car.

-o-o-o-o-

"Where are we?" asked Sam.

The Impala came to a stop and Dean got out to stretch his legs.

"Kansas."

Sam's eyes bugged out. "I thought we didn't live here anymore", he said in an accusatory tone. "What are we doing here?"

"We don't. We're just here to visit. This is one of the many stops we'll be making on our journey."

"Dean!"

Dean huffed in annoyance. "Sam. Trust me dude." With that being said, he walked towards the house he'd stopped in front of.

"Who lives here?" Sam pointed at the building.

"A single mom and her kids. But they're out of town so I asked if we could have a look around."

"Why?"

" 'Cause we used to live here. This is our old house."

Sam's eyes scanned the place top to bottom and he felt disappointed when he couldn't recognize it. He simply didn't recall it.

They entered through the front and Sam looked around the different rooms. He couldn't help but feel warm at the thought of living there. It was nicely decorated and furnished. Sure, it would've been different when his family must have lived there but it was cozy. It looked like a family's home.

Then he felt pain rack through him when he thought of how his mother died in the same place and was so conflicted when his realization dawned on him. His mom and girlfriend died in the same manner. That couldn't be a coincidence, could it?

"So?" said Dean. "Any memories resurfacing?" He sounded so hopeful. "At first I thought it was a crappy idea to head back here after such a long time but this place… it's an important part of our past. This is where all this started." Yeah, thought Dean, a demon poured his blood down my six month brother's throat in the nursery on the second floor.

"Nope."

Dean nodded in a brisk manner. "Alright. Didn't expect anything to happen so quickly but you can't blame a guy for trying", he said under his breath.

Sam's stomach grumbled. "Can we leave now?" he asked. "I'm starving." He also wanted to getaway from the house. It was giving him a strange feeling.

"Let's go." Dean took one last look at what used to be the Winchester family home and swallowed all the hurt before slamming the door shut and leaving.

-o-o-o-o-

"I hate you!" growled Sam. "Has anyone ever told you that you're a crazy jerk?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Has anyone told you that you're a whiny bitch?" he shot back.

The waitress tapped her hand on the table. "Excuse me sirs?" she said. "Do you want to give your orders?"

Dean and Sam immediately told her what they wanted and she went to the diner's kitchen.

"Why did you have to drive three hours to find a diner while there was a perfectly good one near our old house?" asked Sam.

"Didn't want to be seen."

"Paranoid, aren't you?" said Sam sarcastically.

Dean didn't even bother denying it. He simply said yes. "Just don't ask me for a reason", he said darkly. He wasn't in the mood for a round of twenty questions. He wanted food first.

"Why?" said Sam, wanting to push Dean's buttons.

Dean restrained himself from decking his brother and tried to reason that it wouldn't be a smart idea to injure Sam after his recent near death experience. "I won't tell!"

"Here you go", came the voice of the waitress as she returned with two cheese burgers and beers. She placed the plates on the table and smiled at Dean. "Oh and if you need anything else", she seductively added to Dean. "If you need anything at all, give me a holler, handsome." With that being said, she walked off.

Dean chuckled in amusement. Sam made a face and dug into his burger. Dean took a few bites as well and stuffed his mouth with at least twenty greasy ketchup covered fries. In between bites, Sam turned to his brother with a grin. "You gonna take her up on her offer, handsome?" he joked.

Dean shuddered. "Dude, please! Don't joke about stuff like that. I've got standards you know and I don't hook up with waitresses anymore."

-o-o-o-o-

One week later:

Things were going okay. As okay as possible for the Winchesters. Sam wasn't anywhere close to remembering anything and Dean knew that he had to take some action. He'd either have to tell Sam the horrifying truth or spin up a bunch of lies and remove Sam from the world of hunting. He didn't know what to do.

He hadn't been on a hunt in a long time and didn't intend to take up any job until things settled down with Sam. His brother was currently his number one priority at that point.

Said younger brother walked out of the bathroom and settled down on his twin bed in the motel room.

"I was thinking", said Dean. "We could go to a bar or a party tonight. You up for some fun?"

"No."

There was silence in the room.

"Had a good shower?" asked Dean.

"Yeah."

"Did you take your pain meds?"

Sam nodded.

Dean gave his brother the stink eye. "What's with the one worded answers? Anything bothering you Sam?" he questioned. "You wanna say something to me?"

Sam shut his eyes and lay down on the bed. "All is good."

"You really think I'm gonna believe that? I know you pretty well and I know for a fact that something's bothering you. So spill."

Sam sighed. "I won't get my memory back."

"You will." Dean sounded so sure."Don't worry."

"What if..?"

"No wait if's!"

-o-o-o-o-

Three weeks later:

"I've given up", announced Sam miserably. "No point in believing that I'll ever go back to normal."

"You're normal", said Dean. "Well. You're crazy. But crazy is normal for you."

"You're an idiot who doesn't know anything."

Dean gasped and pretended to faint. "I'm hurt", he pouted. "You've hurt my feelings."

"You're also a good liar", added Sam."You're not telling me the truth."

"About what?"

"Everything."

"What do you wanna know?"

"You're strange Dean. This lifestyle of ours is strange. I'm strange too and I'm willing to bet that I was even stranger when I had my memories intact. I left college. You don't have a job. Our mother and my girlfriend died in the same way! Your car's trunk is full of weapons and you sleep with a gun under your pillow!" said Sam.

Dean didn't look worried."Lots of people don't have jobs."

"We were supposed to be on a road trip and we've stopped in countless towns but yet you don't stop to sight see. The only time you do stop is to eat, sleep and get fuel in the car", continued Sam. "You have a journal full of the freakiest shit I have ever read and I just don't know what's going on!"

Dean leaned against the hood of the Impala and waited for Sam to finish his rant.

"What's going on?" yelled Sam. "I'm tired of all you're lies. I want answers and I want them now."

"You're better off not knowing."

"That's my decision Dean and I deserve to know. You just can't keep me in the dark forever."

"Fine."

"You'll tell me?" said Sam, taken aback.

"You won't believe me anyway but you're right, I can't protect you from the truth. I have to say it out loud."
Sam looked at him expectantly.

"We're hunters who hunt demons", said Dean. "It's the family business. Mom was killed by a yellow eyed son of a bitch and so was Jessica. Why did that happen? Well, Yellow Eyes wanted you. Why did he want you? He fed you his blood and gave you powers!"

Sam snorted. "You really expect me to believe that?"

"No", shouted Dean. "I don't. Our lives aren't normal, Sammy. We've lived in the shittiest situations but we've survived them. We've always dealt with trouble and done whatever we could to protect others. But this; I can NOT deal with this! This too much even for me. Do you have any idea what it's like to see my brother in such a vulnerable and confused state?"

"Demons don't exist."

"They do!" burst out Dean. "You don't have to believe me Sam. But this isn't a lie. This is as real as it can be."

Sam wasn't convinced. "Let's just say you're speaking hypothetically and demons do exist and we do hunt them. What do we do with them? Don't tell me you have a lab full of mutant werewolves and zombies locked up somewhere?"

"We hunt. We KILL."

"Kill what? Bunny rabbits and wolves?" asked Sam. "Stop joking! This isn't funny!"

Dean sighed. "See. You don't believe me."

-o-o-o-o-

That night the boys fell asleep after an hour of arguing. Dean tried to convince Sam that he wasn't lying but Sam just couldn't digest the fact that his older brother was telling the truth.

Sam wasn't asleep while Dean was. He smelled something burning and got out of bed to inspect where the smell was coming from. It was getting unbelievably hot while it shouldn't be. It was night-time so it was supposed to be cooler. Something wasn't right.

The younger Winchester brother took a view out of the motel-room window and his eyes widened with horror when he saw the place burning up. That explained the heat.

There was a fire.

"DEAN!" yelled Sam. "WAKE UP!" He shook his brother until he was awake.

"What?" murmured Dean sleepily. "Couldn't sleep without saying sorry, Sammy? If that's it, you're forgiven. Let me go back to sleep."

Sam didn't have time to explain what was going on. He heaved Dean out of bed and dragged him out of the room. "We have to leave now."

"What's going on?"

"There's a fire."

Dean rubbed his eyes. "Where?"

"Here."

"No there isn't."

"Yes there is."

Dean looked out the window. "There's nothing here."

"Look again."

Dean did as he was told. "Whoa", he said. "You're right! We gotta go." Sam rushed for the door and was shocked to see his brother grab a few things and toss them into a duffel bag.

"What the hell, Dean?" said Sam. "We don't have time for that."

"Chill Sam, I'm only taking what's important."

"How can this stuff be more important than your own life?"

"Dad's journal!" exclaimed Dean. "I can't find it."

Sam was impatient. "Let's get out of here before we end up dead", he shouted. What was Dean doing? Didn't he understand that their lives were the most important thing at hand that minute? Not a stupid journal.

"Sam, get out", went on Dean. "I'll meet you out by the car in two minutes."

"What?" said Sam. "I'm not leaving you in here to die!"

"Just GO! I'll be fine."

-o-o-o-o-

It had been ten minutes since Sam left the room and Dean still hadn't come out. Firemen had arrived at the scene and all the people were storming out of the motel. Every time a person came out, Sam prayed that it was his brother but it wasn't.

"Is everyone out?" the motel manager asked a fireman.

He nodded. "I don't think anyone's left."

"MY BROTHER IS IN THERE!" screamed Sam. "You've got to save him."

"Sorry son", the fireman shook his head. "We got everyone out."

"You didn't!" said Sam. "My brother, Dean; he's still in our room." He didn't wait for the fireman to reply and instead he ran back in the motel and to the second floor where he and Dean had been staying. He barged in the room and looked around the smoke to see where his brother was.

Dean lay on the floor, unconscious. Sam knelt on the floor and helped him up. He picked up Dean's duffel, slung it over his shoulder and supported his brother, helping him out.

The smoke was too much for Sam to breathe in and before he knew it, he too collapsed down with Dean.

-o-o-o-o-

Pilot:

Dean broke in to Sam's apartment. The apartment his little brother and Jessica shared together.

Sam heard a noise and went to inspect it. He pounced once he saw the intruder.

"Whoa, easy tiger", said the man.

"Dean?" asked Sam. The voice sounded so familiar. It was the same voice that had comforted him time and time again. How could he forget it even if he hadn't heard it in two whole years. It was his brother.

Dean laughed.

"You scared the crap out of me", said Sam, breathing heavily.

"That's because you're out of practice", answered Dean.

Oh really?, thought Sam as he retaliated by pining him to the ground. Dean laughed once more. "Or not. Get off me."

-o-o-o-o-

Dead In The Water:

"Oh college boy", said Dean. "Thinks he's so smart."

Sam turned to look at his brother and started to laugh. Two minutes later, he stopped laughing and became serious. "You know, um... what you said about Mom... you never told me that before."

"It's no big deal", shrugged Dean. "Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?"

-o-o-o-o-

The Benders:

Dean entered and saw Sam and Kathleen locked up in cages. It infuriated it him to see Sammy in such a state. "Sam? Are you hurt?" he asked.

"No", answered Sam.

Dean sighed with relief. "Damn, it's good to see you."

Officer Kathleen looked perplexed as she saw Dean. "How did you get out of cuffs?" she asked.

"Oh I know a trick or two", answered Dean as he checked the cage's door. "Oh these locks like they're gonna be a bitch."

Sam pointed at them. "Well, there's some kind of automatic control right there."

"Have you seen 'em?" said Dean.

"Yeah dude", said Sam. "They're just people."

"And they jumped you?" said Dean. He shook his head. "Must be getting a little rusty there."

-o-o-o-o-

Salvation:

"Dean, uh", said Sam nervously. "I want to thank you."

"For what?" asked Dean.

"For everything. You've always had my back, you know", said Sam. "Even when I couldn't count on anyone, I could always count on you. And, uh, I just wanted to let you know, just in case."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you kidding me?" snorted Dean. He didn't like his little brother's tone. It was making him uneasy and Dean Winchester wasn't ever uneasy. He was the epitome of calm... well, besides the times when he got angry.

"What?"

"Don't say just in case something happens to you, I don't want to hear that freaking speech, man. Nobody's dying tonight, not us, not that family, nobody. Except that demon. That evil son of a bitch ain't getting any older than tonight, understand me?"

-o-o-o-o-

Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things:

Dean looked at Sam. He didn't know how to say it but he just knew that he had to, even if it meant having a chick flick moment. "Sam, you and Dad, you're the most important people in my life. And now... I never should have come back Sam, it wasn't natural, and now look what's come of it. I was dead and I should've stayed dead. You wanted to know I was feeling, well that's it. So tell me, what could you possibly say to make that alright?"

-o-o-o-o-

Roadkill:

"It smells like old lady in here", complained Dean.

"It's an old country custom, Dean, planting a tree as a grave marker", replied Sam, in a matter of fact way.

Dean raised an eyebrow. "You are like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness", he said.

"Yeah, I know", said Sam.

-o-o-o-o-

What Is And What Should Never Be:

Sam made a face as he told Dean that they did not get along.

"We don't?" asked Dean in surprise. "Well, we should. You're my brother."

"You're my brother", stated Sam.

"Yeah!" said Dean.

"You know, that's what you said when you snaked my ATM card, or when you bailed on my graduation, or when you hooked up with Rachel Nayv."

"Who?"

"Uh, my prom date. On prom night."

"Yeah, that does kinda sound like me', mumbled Dean almost to himself.

-o-o-o-o-

All Hell Breaks Loose 2:

Dean stared at the body of his brother. He couldn't bear to see Sam in such a state. "When you were little, couldn't have been more than five, you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why did we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go? He'd disappear for days at a time. I remember beggin' you 'Quit askin', Sammy. Man, you don't want to know. I just wanted you to be a kid for a little while longer. Always tried to protect you. Keep you safe. Dad didn't even have to tell me. It's just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job. I had one job and I screwed it up, and for that, I'm sorry."

Tears trickled down his eyes and he wiped at them. "I guess that's what I do", cried Dean as he continued. "I let down the people I love. Y'know I let Dad down and now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to? Sammy?" He paused. "What am I supposed to do?" He got up and kicked the bed. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?"

-o-o-o-o-

All these thoughts flowed in Sam Winchester's mind as he was on the motel room floor. He remembered so much but what point was there, if he wasn't going to survive. He and Dean would die together.

There wasn't any chance of their survival but at least Sam remembered who he was. He got back his identity. Flashbacks of him and Dean passed through his mind and he recalled so many different times in their lives.

The times when they were kids and Dean took care of Sam's needs.

The times when they were teenagers and Dean continuously teased Sam but whenever anyone else tried to pull something off on the younger Winchester, Dean would show them who's boss.

Sam saw images of Jessica and her dead body.

He saw pictures of his parents that were lying in the trunk of the Impapla.

He remembered each and every hunt they'd been on together.

He regained his identity.

He was Sammy once again.

Dean's little brother.

-o-o-o-o-

"You're both idjits", said the voice of Bobby Singer as Sam woke up. How long had he been asleep? he thought worriedly.

"Bobby!" exclaimed Sam.

"You're lucky you're alive!" scolded Bobby.

Sam looked around his surroundings and realized that he was in a hospital. But where was Dean? "Where's Dean?" he asked in alarm.

"He woke up three days ago. He's in the room right next door."

-o-o-o-o-


Forty minutes later, Dean was allowed to visit his brother. He entered the room with a small smile on his face. He was so thankful that he and his brother had both been saved by the firemen. To him, it didn't matter that Sam didn't have any of his memories. What mattered was that Sammy was alive."Hey there", he said. 'How ya feelin'?"

Sam grinned. "Never been better."

"You came in after me." It was a statement.

"Of course I did. You're my brother, Dean. I'd do anything for you." How many times had each Winchester said those same words over and over again? Countless times.

"Is that so?" asked Dean. "What if I'm not your brother? What if I'm some lying dude who came up with this crazy story and tried to take advantage of a memory-less man?"

"Nah. You can't be", said Sam.

"Uh-huh."

"I remember Dean."

"What?"

"Everything."

-o-o-o-o-

I'm not so sure about how y'all will like it. The italics are lines taken off the show from season one and two. I hope you liked it. Thank you for reading. Please be brutally honest when you review.

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