The Man Who Knew Too Much Part 1

Sam was running from the cops. There were sirens and a police car came around the corner. Sam ran to a door and tried to open it, but it was locked. He kicked a gate open and hid behind a wall as the police car passed. When he was sure that the police car was gone, he quickly walked to a door labeled 'Delivery Entrance Only'. He entered and closed the door behind him.

~/~\~

Sam entered the bar and looked around. A young woman, Robin, was cleaning the bar. She looked up with a frown when Sam came in.

"Hey, we're closed," Robin said.

"Just uh, just give me a second." He replied as he went to the window.

"Sorry pal, we—we open at noon," Robin replied.

"Look, you don't understand…" Sam sighed.

Outside, the cop car passed by again and Sam moved away from the window. Robin's frown deepened.

"Okay, I-I think I understand just fine." She replied. "Look, I-I don't need this kind of hassle. So, seriously, just get the hell out."

"Please," Sam begged. "Please, just give me a minute to think, that's all. Then I'm out of your hair."

Under the counter, Robin picked up the baseball bat.

"One minute. Please." Sam continued as he caught his breath,

Robin sighed and reluctantly put the bat down. "What's your name?"

Sam paused for a moment. "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" Robin asked, her brows furrowing.

"I mean I don't remember," Sam stressed. "I don't remember anything."

~/~\~

Robin opened a drink and gave it to Sam. "Come on, you're dickin' with me." She scoffed slightly. "Nothing?"

Sam shrugged. "I'm telling you. Blank slate." He replied as he took a drink.

"Well, you got a wallet? ID?" Robin asked.

"I wish I did." Sam sighed.

"Okay, well, what's the last thing you remember?"

Sam shook his head. "Um, I woke up on a park bench, cops shoving a flashlight in my face, trying to take me in."

"So, you ran," Robin replied.

Sam paused. "No, I, um, I knocked 'em out cold," Sam admitted. "Both of 'em." He added. He saw the look Robin was giving him and frowned. "No, look, I-I didn't mean to. It just happened really fast, you know I-I think instinct or something, I guess."

Robin scoffed. "Some instinct."

Sam nodded in agreement. "Yeah, tell me about it. I mean, who even knows how to do something like that?"

"We'll get you to the ER," Robin suggested. "The—the quacks will hash it out."

"No," Sam said quickly.

"Try 'yeah'. Look, the bats have flown the belfry, you need to see a Doctor."

"No," Sam repeated as he got up. "I don't have time."

Robing look at him, confused. "Time for what?"

Sam sighed deeply. "Look, it's hard to explain, I just feel like I-I have to be somewhere. There's something I gotta stop."

"Oh, like a wedding? A train?" Robin asked.

"No, something important," Sam replied. "Something like life or death, like—

"Okay, hey, hey, hey." Robin cut in. "Just relax, you know, you-you can't poop it out, so just…It'll come to you."

Sam nodded. He noticed something and walked over to a bookshelf. He picked up a book—'The Haunter of the Dark' by H.P. Lovecraft.

"What is it?" Robin asked curiously. Her brows raised when Sam showed her the title. "You a horror fan?"

"Yeah, um, I think so." Sam nodded. "I really think so. Something—something about this…" Sam trailed off as a wave of memories hit. Suddenly, Sam was slumped over, gasping for air.

Robin ran over to him, concern all over her face. "Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey. Seriously, we are taking you to a Doctor."

"You got a computer?" Sam asked suddenly.

Robin frowned. "What?"

~/~\~

Sam had a laptop open in front of him. He found the Nite Owl Hotel's website. "That's it." He muttered. "It exists. Look, two towns over." He added, turning the laptop so Robin could see.

Robin's eyebrows raised slightly. "What, you think you're staying in this dump?"

"Maybe." Sam shrugged.

"Oh, maybe you're a hooker," Robin smirked.

Sam chuckled. "I guess I'll find out."

"Hmm."

Sam sighed. "Look, um, I don't know what to say, uh, thanks for everything."

Robin shot Sam a confused look. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'll be fine," Sam assured as he got up.

"Says the headcase that just slumped over a minute ago." Robin scoffed. "Look, is there any way I can convince you to go to a hospital?"

"No." Sam shook his head. "Apparently, I'm stubborn."

"Oh." Robin nodded. "So am I." She replied as she shrugged her jacket on. "I'm driving."

Sam shook his head. "Look, that's really nice of you, but not necessary."

"Really?" she raised a brow. "Okay, look, your eggs are scrambled."

"But—

"But nothing." Robin stopped him.

"No, I mean I'm just some guy." Sam reasoned. "I-I could be anybody. You gotta be nuts."

"I've been called that." Robin smiled. "Look, if I let you go off alone, I won't be able to sleep at night. And, honestly, I'm dying to know how it all turns out."

~/~\~

Sam and Robin walked towards the dingy hotel.

"So, uh, where do we start?" Robin asked.

"Uh, ground floor corner room, nearest to the fire escape," Sam replied. "That's the one I'd pick, quickest getaway."

Robin gave Sam a look. "And why do you know that?"

Sam scoffed. "I just do."

~/~\~

Sam and Robin walked past a man that looked similar to Bobby. They stood outside the door of room 107. Sam knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He tried the handle, but it was locked.

"Hey, you got a credit card?" Sam asked.

"Uh…" Robin trailed off as she took out her card. "Why, are we uh, checking in?"

"Sort of," Sam replied vaguely. He took the card and picked the lock with it, causing the door to open.

Robin took her card back and frowned. "Dude…Who are you?"

They entered the room and looked around. There were various pictures, newspaper articles, and maps on the wall.

"This all yours?" Robin asked.

"I don't know. I guess." Sam shrugged.

"Well, I love what you've done with the place. It's very 'Beautiful Minds' meets 'Seven'." She commented. She frowned when Sam gave her a look. "Sorry, I talk when I'm nervous." She muttered as she picked up an ID from the table. "Hey, well I guess we know your name. Nice to meet you, Jimmy Paige." She smiled as she leafed through the other IDs. "And uh, Neil Peart, and Angus Young. Okay, listen, no offense, but I'm-I'm really starting to freak out."

Sam scoffed. "You and me both." He sighed and noticed a newspaper article. The headline was 'SFU Professor Missing' with a picture of Dr. Eleanor Visyak under it. Sam got another rush of memories and collapsed.

~/~\~

Sam, Angela, Bobby, and Dean were walking down an alley.

"Where is she?" Dean asked.

Bobby shrugged. "She said to meet her here. I'll try her again." He replied as he took out his cellphone and dialed.

They heard Eleanor's phone ringing from nearby. It was on the ground next to a dumpster. The four hunters hurried to it and found Eleanor slumped against the dumpster, clearly injured. Bobby kneeled in front of her and Sam, Dean, and Angela stood behind him.

"El?" Bobby breathed.

"Hey." Eleanor smiled weakly. "I guess I could've used your help after all."

"Just be still," Bobby replied.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"They took me. I got away." She replied as she opened her coat. Her shirt was soaked with blood.

"Oh, Ellie," Bobby sighed. "What have they done to you?"

Eleanor chuckled. "Everything. The demon I could've handled, but when the angel stepped in, I-I told him, Bobby. They have enough to crack Purgatory wide open."

"Tell me." Bobby pleaded. "I need to know."

"They need virgin blood. That's a milk-run for them." She sighed. "And they need the blood of a Purgatory native, and well, they've got plenty of that now."

"Have they opened it?" Angela asked.

Eleanor shook her head. "Tomorrow. The moon, an eclipse. I'm sorry, Bobby."

"No, it's okay. It's okay." He assured.

"I'm sorry, really sorr—

"Tell us where they are." Bobby pleaded.

Eleanor opened her mouth, but her breathing became shallow and a few moments later she died.

Bobby frowned. "El?" He asked. When she didn't respond, he closed her eyes.

Suddenly, Castiel appeared behind Sam, Dean, and Angela. "I'm sorry this had to happen," Castiel said as Bobby stood up. "Crowley got carried away."

"Yeah, I bet it was all Crowley you son of a bitch!" Bobby yelled as he tried to go after Castiel, but was restrained by Sam, Dean, and Angela.

"You don't even see it, do you?" Dean shook his head at Castiel. "How totally off the rails you are!"

"Enough!" Castiel barked. "I don't care what you think. I've tried to make you understand. You won't listen. So, let me make this simple. Please, go home and let me stop Raphael." He pleaded. "I won't ask again."

Dean clenched his jaw. "Well, good, 'cause I think you already know the answer."

Castiel shook his head. "I wish it hadn't come to this. Well, rest assured, when this is all over, I will save Sam, but only if you stand down."

Angela's brows furrowed. "Save Sam from what?"

Castiel disappeared and reappeared behind Sam. He touched Sam's temple, breaking the wall in his mind.

~/~\~

Sam was on the floor of the motel room, breathing heavily. He lifted his head and looked around frantically.

"Sam." He breathed. "My name is Sam."

Sam went to the motel bathroom and splashed his face with water.

"So, uh, what do you remember?" Robin asked.

"Well," he chuckled. "It might sound pretty strange if I said it aloud." He added as he dried his face with a towel.

"Oh, it-it couldn't get any stranger," Robin assured.

Sam threw the towel down. "Yeah. Don't be so sure." He sighed. "Look, I-I don't know, I mean, it's all pretty spotty, you know? I just remember I was with, uh, this girl, a-and two guys." He recalled. "The girl was…beautiful. Really beautiful. And one of the guys was a…a male model type, and the other was an older guy named, uh, Bobby." He explained as he picked up and address book.

"Okay." Robin nodded. "W-what are you looking for?" she asked while Sam leafed through the book.

"Here," Sam said. "Bobby Singer. This has to be it."

"Is there a phone number?"

Sam shook his head. "No, just an address. Sioux Falls, Soth Dakota."

"South Dakota." Robin nodded. "Okay, uh, l-listen, Sam. Sam, right?"

"Yeah."

"Look, I'm really sorry, but this is—is where I gotta get off," Robin replied.

"Oh, no, of course," Sam replied, understanding. "No problem."

"Okay," Robin smiled slightly. "Well, how are you gonna get there?"

Sam noticed a set of car keys on the table and picked them up. "I guess I'll take my car…"

~/~\~

Sam and Robin walked out of the hotel. Sam noticed the Impala and pointed at it.

"That's mine," Sam commented.

"Are you sure?" Robin asked skeptically as they walked towards it.

"Oh, yeah." Sam nodded.

"Look, Sam, I don't feel right about you going off like this." Robin sighed.

"Oh, look, don't worry," Sam assured. "Y-you've done way too much for me already."

Robin pursed her lips. "That's not what I mean. What I mean is uh…I've got a bad feeling, you know, with those IDs and that shady-ass hotel room. Whatever you're looking for, you might not like what you find."

Sam scoffed. "What other choice do I have?" He asked. His brows pinched together when he heard a gun cock.

"You could stick around here a little bit longer, I mean, get your head straight, instead of going off, flying blind into…" Robin trailed off.

Suddenly, someone shot at the pair. Sam knocked Robin to the ground and the bullet hit the Impala's window, shattering it.

Robin gasped. "What the hell was that?!"

"Stay down," Sam instructed. Sam got up and looked at the shooter. He frowned deeply when he saw that the shooter looked exactly like him.

"Sam!" Robin called. "Sammy!"

~/~\~

Sam was lying on the cot in Bobby's panic room, unconscious. Dean and Angela sat next to the cot.

"Sammy?" Angela pleaded.

"Come on, Sam, snap out of it." Dean pleaded.

~/~\~

Dean paced throughout the panic room and Angela stayed seated, combing her fingers through Sam's hair.

"Anything?" Bobby asked as he walked in.

"I'm going to tear Cas apart," Angela replied. "I swear to God, and every deity out there…"

"We can't just sit here, Bobby," Dean added. "We've got to help him."

"Guys…" Bobby sighed deeply.

"You know, dreamscape his noggin." Dean continued. "Something!"

"You two know what Cas did," Bobby replied. "The dam inside Sam's head is gone, and all hell's spilling loose. We don't know what's going on inside."

"I don't care," Angela replied. "We have got to do something!"

"And we will, but right now we got 16 hours 'til they pop Purgatory," Bobby replied. "I'm down one man. I can't afford to be down two more."

"Yeah, and how's that going, huh?" Dean scoffed. "We've got no line on Crowley. We got no line on Cas. Balthazar's MIA. I mean, all we've got is Sam, going through whatever the hell this is!"

"You know," Bobby said, pouring two drinks. "This is exactly what Cas wants. For you two to fall to pieces." He added, handing both Dean and Angela a drink. "Just try to think of what Sam would want."

"Find Cas, Bobby." Angela pleaded. "Please."

~/~\~

Sam was driving, and Robin was in the passenger seat. He sniffed the air and his brows furrowed. "Do you smell whiskey?"

"Okay, Sam, would you focus?" Robin replied.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Sorry."

"Okay, so, who shot at us?"

"I-I didn't really get a good look." Sam lied.

"Okay, we gotta go to the cops."

Sam shook his head. "No, look, if we can just get to my friends, they can help us. I know it."

"Okay, you don't know if they're your friends, okay, you don't know anything about anything!" Robin exclaimed. "Just turn around."

"No," Sam stressed. "Look, you're safer with me."

"How do you know that? You're scaring me!"

Suddenly, Sam was momentarily blinded by a bright light. He slammed on the brakes and the tires screeched as the car came to a stop. Suddenly it was day.

Sam got out of the car frantically. "What? No way."

Robin got out of the car, looking pissed. "What was that?!"

"What do you mean?" Sam replied. "It's daylight."

She looked at Sam like he was crazy. "Yeah."

"It was night, and now it's day!" Sam exclaimed.

"It was always day!"

Sam shook his head. "No, no, no, no, no. No, it wasn't. It…What the hell is going on here?" he muttered. Suddenly he heard something in the woods next to the road.

Robin threw her hands up. "Okay, so I am all filled up on crazy for today. You know what, Sam? I'll-I'll see ya." She said, walking away.

"Wait, wait." Sam stopped her. "Hey, hey, hey."

Robin stopped, sighed deeply, and turned around."

"Get in the car," Sam instructed, gesturing to the woods with his head.

Robin heard his urgency and complied. Sam exhaled deeply and opened the boot of the car, revealing all the weapons.

"Wow." Sam exhaled. He propped the boot up with a shotgun and took out a pistol. He cocked it, put it back, and grabbed a shotgun instead. He cocked it and closed the boot.

Robin looked on nervously as Sam ventured into the woods.

~/~\~

In the woods, Sam walked with his shotgun aimed. He passed a tree and didn't see that his lookalike was standing behind it. The lookalike walked up behind him and put a gun to the back of his head, making Sam freeze. Sam turned around quickly, and the lookalike, Soulless Sam, grabbed Sam's shotgun and hit him in the head. He emptied the shotgun of shells.

"My God." Soulless Sam scoffed. "Am I really that gawky?" he asked as he threw the shotgun on the ground. "Howdy."

Sam was shocked. "This is impossible."

"Cold. Try again."

Sam swallowed nervously. "I'm uh, I'm hallucinating."

"Warmer." Soulless Sam replied. "But see, normally, you're awake when you're tripping balls."

"I'm dreaming?" Sam asked.

"And someone just won a copy of the home game." Soulless Sam nodded. "We're inside your grapefruit, Sam. Son, you've been juiced."

"I-I don't remember anything." Sam stammered.

"Well, your BFF Cas brought the Hell-wall tumbling down and you, the pathetic infant that you are, shattered into pieces." Soulless Sam explained. "Piece." He pointed at Sam. "Piece." He pointed to himself.

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Why would you?" Soulless Sam scoffed. "You're jello, pal. Unlike me."

Sam's brows furrowed. "What are you?"

"I'm not handicapped. I'm not saddled with a soul." Soulless Sam smirked. "In fact, I used to skipper this meat boat for a while. It was smooth sailing. I was sharp, strong. That is, 'til they crammed your soul back in." He explained. "Now look at you. Same misty-eyed milksop, you always were. That's because souls are weak. They're a liability. Now, nothing personal, but run the numbers. Someone's got take charge around here before it's too late."

Soulless Sam cocked his gun and Sam ran away. He shot after Sam but missed. Sam continued running, and Soulless Sam continued to follow.

"Come out, come out wherever you are!" Soulless Sam called.

Sam ran and his behind a rock next to a tree near a stream. Soulless Sam appeared, and Sam ducked. Soulless Sam smirked when he saw Sam's brown jacket behind the rock. He shot three times. He walked up to the rock and saw that Sam wasn't there, only his jacket. Sam, from behind, shot Soulless Sam in the chest, causing him to fall with a groan.

"You think I'm bad?" Soulless Sam grunted. "Wait till you meet the other one."

Soulless Sam died and a bright light came out of the body and Sam absorbed it.

~/~\~

In the panic room, Sam, still unconscious, started to convulse.

Angela frowned. "Sammy!" She exclaimed. "Dean, something's wrong!"

Dean came into the panic room and his brows furrowed. "Sam!" He exclaimed. He put a hand on Sam's chest and he stilled.

~/~\~

Sam walked back to the road, where Robin was standing next to the car.

"I remember who I am," Sam said. "Everything I did this past year. And I remember you." He recalled. He remembered shooting Robin when he was soulless during a run-in with a demon.

Blood seeped through Robin's shirt and she sighed. "Didn't I tell you to turn back, that you wouldn't like what you found?"

"I'm sorry," Sam replied sincerely. "I'm so sorry."

"Not as sorry as you're gonna be," Robin replied before she disappeared.

~/~\~

Sam was still unconscious and both Dean and Angela sat near him. Dean had a glass of whiskey in his hand and Angela was running her fingers through Sam's hair again.

"Look what the cat dragged in," Bobby said suddenly.

Bobby was standing with Balthazar outside of the panic room. Dean got up and Angela stayed near Sam.

"Well, at least you mudfish got the angel-proofing right," Balthazar muttered. "How's Sleeping Beauty?" He gestured to Sam. "Angie, have you tried stealing a kiss?"

"What the hell took you so long?" Angela asked from her spot near Sam.

"Honestly?" Balthazar sighed. "I was having second thoughts."

"About?" Dean asked.

"About whether to help you," Balthazar replied. "I was thinking maybe…Maybe I should rip out your sticky bits instead."

"And what did you decide?" Bobby raised a brow.

"Well…" Balthazar pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Dean. "Cas and Crowley are there. That's where the show gets started."

Dean opened the paper and showed Bobby. On it was an address in Bootback, Kansas.

"Alright, well give us a minute to pack up and then zap us there," Dean said.

"Oh, no, no, no, no." Balthazar shook his head. "I don't think so."

"Balthazar, please." Angela pleaded.

"I'm betraying a friend here." Balthazar reminded. "A very powerful friend. We all are. So, I think I've stuck my neck out far enough already. Good luck." He said before he disappeared.

~/~\~

In Bobby's house, the furniture was covered in white sheets. There were candles almost everywhere, but the room was mostly dark. A small amount of moonlight came through the window. Sam entered the room clutching his gun. He approached the desk, where someone sat, their face hidden in the shadows.

"Hey," Sam said, pausing. "Hey!"

"Oh. Hi, Sam." Tortured Sam replied weakly.

Sam swallowed nervously. "So, which one are you?"

"Don't you know?" Tortured Sam asked as he stood up, his face shown by the moonlight. His face was bloody and bruised. "I'm the one that remembers Hell."

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I can't believe that there's one more chapter left, that's crazy. I've already finished the first two chapters of season 7 :) We're really going to see Angie get really worried about Sam. I'm so excited for you guys to read them! And tomorrow the next installment's title will be revealed! Love you guys.

~Emily