"C'mon kiddo, you gotta wake up for me…"

Alec struggled to get his eyes open. He knew Dean was the one trying to get him to wake up, but he couldn't figure out why he sounded worried. He didn't know what was going on or how he ended up unconscious.

"Wha's goin' on?" Alec slurred, opening his eyes a crack. Dean was kneeling over him, one hand on his chest and the other cupping the side of his neck.

"You hit your head pretty hard," Dean replied, moving his hand from his neck and gently running his fingers over Alec's head. He found a pretty big bump and Alec winced. "You've been out for a long time…"

Alec looked around to try and figure out where they were and how he'd hit his head, but nothing was coming to him. They were in a cemetery, but what were they doing in a cemetery? "What happened?"

"That ghost actually got the jump on you," Dean replied, putting his hand under Alec shoulder and helping him sit up. He noticed now that his head was pounding and everything had actually started to spin, but he still didn't remember hitting his head and he definitely didn't remember hunting a ghost.

"A ghost?" Alec asked in confusion; his head was really fuzzy. He didn't remember the ghost and there was no sign of it now.

"Yeah…" Dean said slowly. "That's why we're in a cemetery and Sam is over there burning some bones…" Alec shifted his focus to Sam who was standing over an open grave, flames licking the edges.

That part made sense. If they were hunting a ghost they needed to burn the bones; he didn't know how he knew this, but he did. "How did I hit my head?"

Dean scowled and then suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

"Alec."

"What's my name?"

"Dean."

"Where were we last week?"

"…Uhhh," Alec tried to come up with something, but there was nothing. Everything was just blank; he didn't remember anything.

"Alright," Dean said seriously and then held up one finger. Alec followed the movement for a second and then switched his focus over to Sam who was just walking up. "Alec, focus," Dean softly demanded and Alec looked back over at him, but he didn't follow his finger.

"We were hunting a ghost?" Alec asked, trying to search Dean's face for the answers.

"Yes, Alec. We just finished it off," Dean answered. Dean looked up at Sam and Sam crouched down next to him. Sam gently checked his head and then tried to get him to follow his finger too.

Alec sighed and swatted Sam's hand away. "Would you stop, I can just tell you that I don't remember things."

Dean started to pull him to his feet, "Alright, time for the hospital."

Alec dug his heels in to stop their movement, "I can't go to the hospital."

Sam and Dean both stopped to stare at him and then Sam asked, "Why not?" Good question.

"Ummm…" Alec couldn't actually think of the good reason. He thought there was a reason, but he couldn't think of it. Dean waited another second before he started them walking again, but Alec forced him to stop. "Fine. I can't think of why not, but I don't want to go," Alec replied stubbornly.

"Alec, you have a concussion," Sam tried to reason. "And since you can't remember things, then it's a pretty bad one."

"I've had concussions before," Alec argued. True, he'd had concussions before, he just didn't remember them.

"Fine," Dean finally relented. "We'll take you home and keep an eye on you. But, if your memory doesn't start comin' back, we're taking you to the hospital."

"Fine," Alec agreed. It was quiet for a minute as Dean helped him to the car. They were almost there when something Dean had said struck him. "Home?" They didn't live in a home did they?

"Yeah, Alec. Home…" Dean replied in concern. "Bobby's gonna be pissed enough as it is considering what time it is."

"Bobby?" Alec couldn't help but ask. He knew who Bobby was, but why was he at their house? And when did they get a house? He couldn't really come up with a reason why they didn't live in a home, but he didn't remember their home either.

Dean stopped and looked him over again, "I really think we need to take you to the hospital…"

"Dean…" Alec whined. He hated hospitals; he didn't know why, but he did.

"I won't…" Dean instantly caved, "But if Bobby says otherwise, then you're goin'."

Alec decided he wouldn't argue, for now. He really just wanted to get home and figure out what was going on. Dean got him in the car and then started to drive away from the cemetery.

"You really don't remember Bobby?" Sam asked, turning around in the front seat. Alec shook his head no, but then winced at the motion. "Alright…what do you remember?"

"Umm…I know who you guys are and I know who Bobby is and I know that we're hunters…that's it," Alec replied.

"That's it?!" Dean asked in concern, looking at him in the rearview mirror. Alec nodded back. He didn't want to admit it, but he was scared. He didn't feel right and it was scary not being able to remember things. At least he knew who Sam and Dean were; he knew they would get him through this.

"Where do we even start?" Sam whispered to Dean. It seemed like he was trying to keep this conversation from him, but he could easily hear it. That was the problem with small spaces and good hearing.

"I have no idea!" Dean answered quietly. "He's kinda missing his whole life…" Alec rolled his eyes; they were talking about him like he wasn't even there. He got the feeling they did that a lot.

"Which is why I asked where we should start," Sam said in aggravation.

"When did we get a house?" Alec interrupted Sam and Dean's arguing. If they weren't going to start talking to him, then he would ask his own questions.

Sam turned back to try and face him. "Mom died when you were just a baby. A demon killed her and Dad took off with us."

"Wait," Alec cut him off, "My Mom too?" That didn't seem right.

"Yeah…" Sam said slowly. "Mom had you two years after me…"

"Oh…" Alec said shortly, trying to figure out why he felt like that was wrong. "I don't remember her…"

"That's because she died when you were tiny," Dean explained. "Just a few days after you were born actually."

"I don't remember Dad either though," Alec said after a moment. If he had parents, surly he would remember them.

"That's because he went crazy with revenge," Sam said in disgust. "He dropped us off at Bobby's and never came back." Alec glanced at Dean to see if this was true, but Dean was staring straight ahead with his jaw clenched.

"And we've been living with Bobby since then?" Alec asked to clarify. This was so confusing for him; none of what they said seemed right.

"Yeah, he took us in, made us go to school, taught us how to hunt, and we've been hunting ever since," Sam explained.

"Wait…didn't you want to go to college?" None of this made sense.

Sam frowned, "I do go to college...But I'm here for the summer and I just go to the Community College in town…"

Alec put his head in his hands; he couldn't remember any of this. What Sam and Dean were telling him seemed too good to be true; this couldn't be his life, could it? He felt like he hadn't had a family his whole life, but Sam and Dean were saying that they'd always been there.

"Hang in there kiddo, it'll come back to you," Dean reassured quietly, shooting him a quick glance before he turned back to the road.

Alec just nodded and looked out the window. It was aggravating that where memories should be it was just blank, like a fog had taken over and he couldn't break through it. Even when Sam had told him things that should spark his memory, there had been nothing. He didn't know what was wrong with him; he just wished he could remember.

"Alec, we're here," Sam said quietly after what only felt like a few seconds. Great, now he was losing time too; they got here way faster than he thought they would.

Alec peeked out the window before he moved to get up; he wanted to see this house that they lived in. They were parked outside of what looked like a salvage yard with a two story house out front. Alec had never seen this place before in his life, that, he knew for sure.

"This is where we live?" Alec asked Sam as he opened the back door and slowly stood up.

"Yeah, you've lived here pretty much your whole life…" Sam said, trying to be sneaky about looking over at him but failing.

Alec decided to lay off of the questions for a while; he was really freaking them out. He would try and pretend that he remembered some things so Sam and Dean would stop worrying so much.

Dean led the way inside and Sam held the door open so he could go into the old house next. Alec looked around hoping that something in the house would spark his memory, but nothing was happening. There were a pile of shoes in the entryway and coats hanging on the wall. He knew which ones were his, but he didn't remember where he got them or even when he had worn them last.

They turned in the living room where they found Bobby pacing the floor. Alec smiled a little when he recognized Bobby; at least he hadn't lost everything.

"Took you boys longer than I thought…" Bobby growled, but Alec knew he was just being gruff because he'd been worried about them.

Dean hesitated, and then finally said, "Alec hit his head pretty hard…"

Bobby's eyes instantly focused on him, and then he started forward. He pulled Alec to the worn out looking sofa and sat him down before he started doing his check. Alec couldn't help but wince in pain when Bobby found the knot on the back of his head.

"Is the room spinning?" Bobby asked quietly.

"Not so much anymore…" Alec answered honestly.

"He can't remember hardly anything," Dean offered up, making Bobby's sharp eyes snap back to him.

"What's your name?" Bobby asked in concern.

Alec rolled his eyes, "Don't you think they already asked me that?"

"Humor me," Bobby replied, his eyes narrowed.

"Alec," and before Bobby could say anything else he said, "Dean," point at Dean, "Sam," point, "Bobby. Happy?"

"He didn't know we lived with you," Sam supplied. Alec shot him a glare, but he ignored him.

"Or that we even lived in a house," Dean said, putting his hands in his pockets. Alec shifted his glare from Sam to Dean and Dean just shrugged back.

"You think we should take him to the hospital?" Sam asked.

"I am literally sitting right here," Alec grumbled, annoyance seeping into his tone. "And I already told you that I don't want to go."

"And we made a deal, if Bobby said you needed to go then we were going," Dean said without missing a beat; like he was expecting Alec to say that.

"We didn't make that deal," Alec argued.

"Yes we did," Dean refuted.

"No," Alec drew out. "You said that's what we were gonna do, but I never agreed to it." Dean sighed and ran a hand down his face.

"Let me make a phone call," Bobby suddenly said, and then he got up and left the room. Alec flopped back against the cushions once Bobby had disappeared.

"Alec, this is serious," Dean said, sitting down next to him on the sofa. Alec rolled his head around so he could look at Dean, who was only looking at him with concern.

"I'm sorry," Alec apologized softly. He knew they were worried and he was just making it worse. "When Bobby comes back, if he says I'm going then I won't argue."

"We're just worried about you," Sam said, sitting on the coffee table in front of him.

"I know…and I'm just making it worse…" Alec mumbled, refusing to meet his brothers' gazes.

"Actually, I'd be more worried if you didn't argue with us," Dean said, and Alec could hear the small smile in his voice.

Alec scowled, but Bobby walked back into the room before he could say anything.

"You're not gonna like it…" Bobby started slowly and Alec already knew what he was going to say. "But we're going to the hospital…"

Alec sighed, but he kept his promise and didn't argue. Bobby looked at him in shock when he didn't say anything, but Alec just brushed past him. He looked back when Bobby didn't move and said, "Let's go old man. Isn't it past your bedtime?"

Bobby glared at him and then grumbled, "You sure he can't remember things? He seems alright to me…"

Sam and Dean both laughed and Alec replied, trying to hide his smile, "Shut up…" Then they all walked out of the door.

Alec was really dragging now. They had been at the hospital for over 6 hours and he'd been poked and prodded for at least half of that time. And even after all that, they still didn't know what was wrong with him. At least it had become clearer why he didn't like the hospital.

"Well that was a waste of time," Dean grumbled and Alec tried really hard to hide his smirk.

"Place doesn't know a damn thing," Bobby said with a growl. "Clearly somethin's wrong, but they have no idea." He looked around for a second and then said, "I'll make some calls, see if anyone knows what else we can do…" He disappeared after he said that and Alec wasn't entirely sure what he should do.

"Go on upstairs and get some sleep," Dean finally said, figuring out that Alec didn't have a clue. "I'll wake you up in a few hours to check on ya."

Dean turned and walked back out the front door. Alec wasn't sure what he was going to do, but he figured he could ask him about it later. Even though Dean had given him something that he could do, he was embarrassed to admit that he didn't know which room was his. He stood in the front room with Sam, debating with himself if he should just cave in and ask.

"Upstairs, last door on the left," Sam suddenly said.

Alec looked up at him in surprise, not really knowing how Sam figured out the reason for his hesitation.

"You just had a lost look…" Sam explained. "Get some sleep. Maybe it'll start coming back to you." Sam patted his back before he followed Dean outside.

Alec was dead tired, but he was also extremely curious; he wanted to explore a little before he went to sleep, maybe something would jog his memory. He didn't stay on the main floor for very long; he'd already been in the living room, he didn't want to disturb Bobby in the study, and he just peeked in the kitchen. He ventured downstairs briefly, but there wasn't much down there. Just some room that he almost got locked in; he left pretty quickly after that.

All the way upstairs was a lot more interesting. There was a long hallway with doors on both sides; he knew his room was the last door on the left thanks to Sam, but he wanted to look in the others rooms first.

The first room on the left he knew immediately was Dean's. There were guns hanging on the wall, everything was organized, and there were some tools sitting on his bed. Alec moved further into the room and spotted a picture sitting on Dean's nightstand. It looked like a family picture, but Alec didn't recognize anyone in it besides Dean and maybe Sam. Dean looked like he was six and he and Sam were standing beside a tall man with dark hair and a nice smile. The woman in the photo had long blonde hair and was smiling a wide smile with a baby in her arms.

Alec sat down on the bed for a minute and looked at the picture. He wished he could remember what had happened or at the very least who these people were. They must have been his parents, but he really didn't know. He frowned and decided it was time to move on to the next room.

He went across the hall and decided this one was Bobby's room. There wasn't much in it, but there were a few trucker hats that Alec assumed were his. He also had a few pictures in his room, but they looked like school pictures and one family picture of the four of them. At least he knew everyone in this picture.

Sam's room was next and it was next to Dean's. His room was actually messy; it wasn't dirty really, but there were piles of books and papers scattered across the room. He didn't want to mess anything up so he didn't venture very far into his room.

The only other rooms on this floor, besides his, were a bathroom and an extra guest room. He sat on the bed in the guest room, dreading going into his own. He didn't want to go into his room where memories were supposed to be, but weren't. He thought about just sleeping in the guest room, but if he was caught here, there would be too many questions and the worry for him would double.

He slowly got up and walked back across the hall. He opened the door and couldn't help but hold his breath. His heart sank when he didn't recognize the meticulously organized room. It was even more organized than Dean's; almost to the point that he either thought he was in the military or that no one lived there at all. The only reason he thought it might be his was the picture by his bed. It was a picture of him, Sam, and Dean, but they weren't looking at the camera. They were all three laughing and Alec wished he could remember what they had been laughing at. So much for his room telling him what he was missing.

He hoped Sam and Dean were right and he just needed some time for his memory to come back. He could feel his eyes drooping and decided that it was time to sleep. He lay down and almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was asleep.

Alec was lying in bed with a woman. She was snuggled up against his side, with her head resting on his chest. She was warm against him and he felt really comfortable with her. He couldn't actually place who she was, but he felt like he knew her.

"Good grief! Did you hit him hard enough?"

Alec looked around in confusion; the voice had come out of nowhere and it didn't really make sense. He shook the woman lightly to wake her up. She looked up at him with big, familiar brown eyes, but she didn't say anything.

"I had to! The first one wasn't enough!"

Alec looked around again and started to sit up. The woman looked at him in concern and whispered, "Alec, what's wrong?"

Alec held up one finger and listened hard.

"You took almost all of his memories! It's almost pointless to keep him."

Wait. He'd lost his memories, were these guys talking about him? The woman was still looking at him so he finally asked, "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" She asked in confusion.

"I'm working on it…give me some more time."

"That!" Alec said, pointing up. She shook her head no.

"Fine. Make it work."

Alec stayed on alert, but he didn't hear anything else until, "If they don't come back…terminate."

Alec startled awake in a cold sweat. He had no idea what his dream was about, but he had an eerie feeling that the two people were talking about him. He shook his head to try and clear it; it was just a dream, it wasn't like it was real.

There was a light knock on his door that made him jump, and then it opened a crack and Dean peeked inside. His eyes widened at the sight of him sitting up in his bed, paler than a ghost. Dean quickly walked inside and sat across from him on the bed.

"What's going on?" Dean asked in alarm. He reached out and put his hand against Alec's forehead to check for a fever. "Are you sick? Did you throw up?"

"I-I'm alright…" Alec mumbled, but he didn't really feel alright. That dream was too weird; there had only been those two voices and nothing else.

"I should've come up here sooner," Dean chastised himself.

Alec shook his head, "It was just a dream…"

"What was the dream about?" Dean asked; his voice was soft, trying to get him to open up.

"It was just two guys talking, but I couldn't see them," Alec replied without meeting Dean's gaze.

"What were they talking about?" Dean prodded.

Alec finally looked up and met Dean's eyes, "I think they were talking about me…And I think if I don't get my memories back, they're gonna kill me…"

Dean put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "Dreams are weird, but I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." Alec just nodded. "I don't know if you remember this or not, and not even because you don't remember things but because you were really sick, but you had this fever when you were a kid that gave you really bad dreams. You were sure that they were real and I told you they weren't, but you didn't believe me."

"What did you do?" Alec asked.

"I told you I wouldn't leave and as long as I was there, nothin' would get you. I stayed with you and eventually, your fever broke. But you didn't remember the dreams," Dean said. "And I'm not goin' anywhere this time either."

"Thanks Dean," Alec said, a smile tugging at his lips.

"If you want to sleep some more you can…" Dean offered, but it sounded like he knew Alec wouldn't actually sleep. The very thought made his stomach turn. "Or, you can come outside and help me finish working on this car…"

"Car," Alec immediately replied, getting to his feet. Dean smiled and led the way out of the room.

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