Disclaimer: To be technical all the words in this story are mine... I could be talking about a different Sam and Dean, and everything that happens may just coincidently be like the show Supernatural. Not gonna work huh?

A/N: Howdy people. I meant to post this last night when I got home from work, but a nice thunderstorm stopped my persuits. So I'm posting it today before I go to work. As for last chapter-- three reviews-- actually not bad after a four month hiatus. Thanks everyone for reading and reviewing, and I hope you enjoy this one!

Title: Strangers
Genre: Umm... it's hard to pick a genre... pretty much just supernatural.
Summary: After visiting an old wearhouse, the Winchester's return to their hotel room where suddenly Dean has no idea who Sam is.

Strangers

Dean sighed heavily as he tossed his bag onto one of the two beds in the hotel room, "This is really going to piss me off Sam."

"I know," Sam let out his own sigh as he sat on his bed.

"That was the right place, I know it was!" Dean said exasperated.

"I know."

"We looked around for three fricken hours, and nothing," Dean paced over to the counter to put on a pot of coffee, "We've been searching the area for the past week!"

"I know."

"Dude!" Dean swung around to Sam, "You stopped being funny about fifteen years ago."

Sam smiled at this, "You really hate not catching the bad guys, don't you?"

"Damn right," Dean leaned against the counter facing Sam, "That place was in Dad's journal, there was stories about it in the news, but there was nothing there."

"I wouldn't say nothing," Sam motioned to a bruise forming on Dean's hand, "Something smashed you against that wall."

Dean had forgotten about his minor injury, "Oh right."

"We'll just relax tonight and go back tomorrow," Sam suggested, "Maybe we'll be able to find something when it's light out."

"Yeah, you're right," Dean gave in, "We can just--"

Suddenly the lights in the hotel started to flicker violently and both brother's froze.

"Sam…?" Dean spoke quietly, "Is that you?"

"No," Sam reached into his nearby bag and pulled out a silver bulleted pistol, "It's not me."

The flickering lights continued on, being joined by a slow shaking of the room which caused random items to fall off the shelves and counter. Dean grabbed hold of the table, and tried to keep an eye on Sam all the while.

"Sam!"

"Where is it?!" Sam cried out at the suddenly loud noise cracking through the room.

Just as quickly as it came, silence enveloped the room, and the lights remained steadily on. Sam stood, holding the gun in his hand as he stared around the room.

"Dean…" Sam spoke quietly glancing over at his brother, "Hey, are you alright?"

"Whoa," Dean's eyes were wide as he put out his hands defensively towards Sam, "Easy buddy, just-just put down the gun."

"What?" Sam frowned.

Dean took a large step back and crashed into the counter, "P-Put the gun down."

"Dean, are you ok?" Sam asked carefully as he placed the gun on the bed.

"Who's Dean?" the voice was small and sounded almost frightened.

Sam's hand came up to his mouth, "…oh no…"

"Just leave me alone," Dean inched his way towards the door, "I don't want to hurt you."

"Dean, just--"

"Don't call me Dean!" Dean shouted this as he got even closer to the door, "Just-- leave me alone buddy."

"It took your memory," Sam's brain rushed with realization, "It was there the whole time with us. It took your memory."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Dean opened the door, "I'm just going to go now. Stay away from me, I won't call the police and we can pretend this never happened."

"What?" Sam frowned, having been momentarily lost in his own thoughts of the demon.

Dean slowly shook his head, "I don't know what kind of stuff you're into buddy… but I'm… I'm not into it, and I'm going to just go."

"We're brothers!" Sam cried out in disbelief at the now closed door.

Realization of the fact that Dean was leaving clued Sam into what he should do as he ran out the door in pursuit. Dean had parked the Impala directly in front of the door, and as Sam got out there, he now saw him leaning inside the front door reaching for something with eagerness.

"Dean, wait!" Sam called out, "We need to figure this out."

"The only thing I gotta figure out is how to get the hell out of here," Dean now spoke up as he emerged from the car with a pistol in hand.

"Whoa," Sam mimicked Dean's movements from inside as he now put his hands up defensively, "Dean, just cool it. There was a demon, and it took your memory, that's why you don't know anything right now. We have to go back and--"

"Shut-up!" Dean roared, "Just… you're not so cool now when I have the gun are you? Tell me what you did to me."

"I didn't do anything," Sam insisted, "Please Dean, you have to trust me."

"I'm not going to trust somebody who was holding me at gunpoint in some hotel called…" Dean leaned back to see the name of the place they were at, "Sleep E-Z Hotel?"

"Put the gun down," Sam took a step forward.

"No!" Dean yelled out again as he took the keys from his pocket and sat in the car, "I'm going to leave, and you are going to stay here. Or I'm going to put a bullet through that head of yours."

Sam sighed in frustration then as he could only watch his brother start up the car and pull out at a high speed. Moving quickly, the hunter went back into the hotel room and grabbed a few necessity items and shoved them in a bag. Rather than try and find and catch Dean, Sam had another plan.

"I need to get back to the place," Sam muttered, swining the bag over his shoulder and walking outside into the night air.

The Sleep E-Z Hotel wasn't exactly the classiest of places in the town they stayed in, and so Sam managed to find an old beat up car that would be easy to take. Within fifteen minutes he was speeding down the road towards the large abandoned warehouse that the brother's had visited earlier in the evening. The nearly full moon shone down on Sam as he got out of the car and looked around.

"Alright!" Sam yelled loudly, "I know you're here you bastard!"

Keeping his eye on the silent building, Sam took out his bag from the passenger side seat, and grabbed a silver bulleted pistol from inside. It made Sam feel uneasy as this was the only form of weapon that he had on him. All of the other weapons including the shotguns and rock salt bullets were inside the Impala. He just hoped that whatever it was that was causing all of the trouble would be taken care of by a silver bullet.

"Alright you son of a bitch," Sam mumbled as he walked inside the building.

Sam's grip on the gun tightened as he walked down the dark hallways splashed in random moonlight. Everything was quiet as it had been when he and Dean checked it out earlier, though Sam knew that they were seriously wrong. Something had taken Dean's memory, and that something was inside the building.

"Hey!" Sam yelled out again as he got to the point where Dean had been mysteriously pushed, "Show yourself!"

"Fine," the voice sounded bored and Sam spun around to see a man standing there who looked like he could have worked at the local bank.

Sam aimed his gun at the man, "Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?"

"I'm Sebastian, and Dean is probably somewhere between here and the next town over by now," Sebastian leaned easily against the wall.

Sam slowly shook his head, "Who are you?"

"I'm Sebastian," the man's eyes flashed black, "I'm a Memory Demon. Kind of a lame name, I know."

Sam cocked the gun, "What did you do to my brother?"

"Dean?" Sebastian's nonchalant attitude was quickly getting on Sam's nerves, "I stole him. Or at least his memories. I know everything that he ever knew."

Sam swallowed hard, "Give it back to him, or--"

"Or you'll shoot me?" Sebastian looked excited at the idea, "Please do. Because if you shoot me, your brother's soul goes along."

The thought hadn't occurred to Sam that if he killed the demon, he would also be killing his brother, or at least what made Dean; his memories and thoughts.

"What do you want from me?" Sam asked as calmly as possible.

"Pointing your little toy in another direction would be a start," Sebastian motioned to the gun, "Secondly-- I want you to leave Sarah alone."

Sam scrunched up his forehead, "Sarah?"

"Don't play dumb!" Sebastian suddenly shouted in anger, pinning Sam against a wall.

Sam gasped as the breath left his body, "It's the truth…"

"You and your stupid brother have been hunting Sarah for the past week," Sebastian continued to hold Sam easily against the wall with one hand.

"No…" Sam shook his head, "No… we've been hunting you."

"Rule one short stop-- know who you're hunting," Sebastian stepped back; letting Sam stand on his own, "Sarah has been here for the past three years, and then you two decided to come and mess things up a bit."

"Than what are you doing here? Why did you hurt Dean?" Sam questioned.

Sebastian stared blankly back at Sam, "Are you a little slow there buddy, or did Mommy and Daddy give you the sheltered life? Sarah is mine, and if you don't leave her alone I will make sure that whatever is left of your life will be hell."

Sam momentarily forgot about the danger of the situation as a smile itched at his face, "You… and Sarah?"

"Yeah," Sebastian held up his hand, sparks shooting between the fingers, "You got a problem with that."

"No," Sam shook his head, "And we'll leave-- just… give my brother back his memory."

"You won't come back?" Sebastian asked skeptically, "And you won't send any of your little boy scout friends to come here?"

"No," Sam eagerly agreed, "No, we'll leave, and we'll send no other hunters this way. Sarah wasn't hurting anyone, we know that. She was just… scaring people."

"You hunters seem to think that we're all bad, and we're all out to hurt everyone," Sebastian's eyes rolled into the back of his head momentarily as he raced through Dean's memories, "Like that pack of vampires you two hunted. Not all things are evil Sammy."

"Please," Sam swallowed, "Just… please. We'll leave."

Sebastian stepped closer until his face was directly by Sam's ear and he whispered, "So what's it feel like?"

"What?"

Sebastian smiled, "To be scared."

Instantly the image of Sebastian disappeared and Sam was left alone in the warehouse. Breathing deep he rushed outside and looked around at the cool night, not sure what he wanted to see. The silence was interrupted as Sam's cell phone rang from inside his pocket. Jumping at the sound of it, Sam pulled out the phone and looked down at the word on the display screen.

'Dean'

Mumbling a quick cuss word, Sam smiled and pressed to answer, "Dean?"

"Sam, where the hell are you?!" Dean's voice shot out.

"I'm at the warehouse, but I'll meet you back at the hotel," Sam stated, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Sam could sense the panic in Dean's voice, "You?"

"I'm fine," Sam reassured, "Just meet me back at the hotel."

Sam reached the questionable sleeping resort nearly fifteen minutes before Dean, and was just about to call his brother when he heard the Impala pull up to in front of the door. Getting up from the bed he'd been relaxing on, Sam met Dean at the door.

"Dude, what the hell happened?" Dean immediately asked as he walked in, eyes wide.

Sam smiled and took Dean's arm to help pull him fully into the room, "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yeah," Dean brushed his hand through his short hair, "Sam, all I remember is the room shaking, and then suddenly I was sitting in the car driving down some random highway with my pistol sitting where you usually are. What happened?"

Sam couldn't help but laugh, "There was a memory demon at the warehouse. It took your memory, and you had no clue who the hell I was."

Dean looked down at the gun which he now held in his hand, "I didn't…"

"No, but you were definitely thinking about it," again Sam smirked.

"So what happened?" Dean placed the gun down and sat on one of the beds.

"I went down to the place we were at, and the bastard showed himself," Sam tried to explained, "Apparently this memory demon Sebastian had a thing with the actual spirit we were hunting. It said if we left them alone, it would give back your memory."

"And you agreed?" Dean still looked wearily at Sam.

"Dude, isn't that kind of obvious?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

Again Dean sighed and washed his hand over his face, "Alright," he looked at Sam, "Did it hurt you at all?"

Sam held up his arms, "I'm fine."

Dean smiled slightly and flopped backwards on the bed, "So I guess we look for a new gig."

"Yeah," Sam agreed letting out his own sigh of relief.

"But next time," Dean grinned as he glanced sideways at his little brother, "You get to be the damsel in distress."

The End.