Fic: I Remember You - Chapter 12
Title: I Remember You
Author: gidgetgal9
Summary: Sam wakes up in a hospital with no memory. Will he learn the truth about what happened to him in time to save himself? S3 Not a death fiction!
Disclaimer & Rating: Please see Chapter 1
Previous Chapters
I Remember You
Chapter Twelve
Dean awoke after a restful night. It was nice to have Sam sleeping through the night - nightmare free.
He glanced over at the other bed, were his brother was curled up in a fetal position with his hands under his head. Sam looked so young in his sleep.
Dean sighed and got up. It was going to be hard to leave his brother when his time was up, but at least the kid would be free of nightmares, hunts and most importantly guilt.
After hitting the shower, Dean made his way towards the kitchen where he could smell the coffee brewing. He nodded at Bobby who was scrambling some eggs as he grabbed a mug from the cabinet and poured himself some brew.
“So, Sam still asleep?” Bobby asked as he transferred the eggs to a big bowl and set it on the table, where there was already bacon and toast.
Dean grabbed a plate and his mug and plopped down at the kitchen table helping himself to breakfast. “Yeah, the kid looked so peaceful, I just let him sleep. It’s been awhile since he’s had a goodnight’s sleep.”
Bobby joined Dean at the table, and heaped a plate full of food for himself. “Just be sure to leave the kid some food, I’m not cooking again.”
“You snooze you lose.” Dean lightly replied as he dug in.
“Yeah, but we need to put some weight on that scrawny brother of yours. I just wish Josh or one of our contacts would get back to us on Sam’s memory loss problem.” Bobby replied voice full of concern.
Dean nearly choked on his food, but quickly regained his composure. “Can’t rush stuff like that, Bobby. As long as Sam is rid of the nightmares, and is healthy I’m not so concerned.”
“But it’s a hell of a way to live, not remembering your life. It’s has to be really frustrating for Sam.” Bobby replied.
“I guess. But not remembering all the bad, and his life has been full of it, has to be a good thing.” Dean replied and then took a sip of coffee.
“Yeah, remembering the deaths of his loved ones will be rough. So, have you two made any plans? I know before all this happened Sam wanted to check out a few things in regards to your deal.”
“No plans, I really want to keep Sam here while Ruby is still hunting down that demon and her followers that took him. If a small hunt comes up around here I might take it.” Dean continued to devour the food in front of him.
“Yeah, Sam is safe here, so that’s probably best. If he had his memory back, you both could help Ruby, but he’s in no condition to hunt without his memories. But I was thinking about doing some traveling myself, if you boys think you could hold down the fort for me?” Bobby’s tone was quizzical.
“Uh sure, Bobby we’d be happy to take care of things for you. You have a hunt come up?”
“No, it’s just I made a promise to Sam, to help him get you out of this damn deal and well, with him out of commission - I thought I’d run down some of the leads he was following.” Bobby stated sternly.
“Oh, well I guess there’s nothing I could say to change your mind?” Dean asked tentatively.
“Nope. So if you could maybe handle my customers for me? That way I wouldn’t have to shut my shop down, I'd be much obliged .” Bobby said as he started to get up.
“Sure man, not a problem.” Dean replied following the older hunter to the sink with his dirty dishes.
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Sam awoke to an empty room and looked at the clock. It was after nine am, wow he hadn’t meant to sleep that late.
Last night's nightmare replayed in his head, Mara claiming he belonged to her. The nightmare had left him feeling so drained, which explained his need to sleep in.
As he sat up in bed, he realized he was still feeling pretty drained. Damn it, I so tired of being the weakest link. I’m tired of Dean and Bobby treating me like a helpless kid.
Sam took a calming breath and decided that maybe some breakfast would help build up his strength. His legs felt a bit wobbly as he stood and he noticed that he was sporting a slight headache.
It was slow going but Sam made his way into the kitchen and found his brother drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.
Dean didn’t look up, but quipped. “So Sleeping Beauty decided to grace us with her presence .”
“Whatever dude. Where’s Bobby?” Sam asked as he slunk down into the seat across from Dean.
“Uh he’s planning on a hunting trip and hit town to get some supplies. He’s going to let us take care of his place while he’s gone. That cool with you?” Dean lowered the newspaper and his eyes went a bit wide with concern when he looked at Sam.
“Sure that’s fine. Dude what’s wrong, did I grow another head?” Sam snapped back, tired of being the weak little brother. Dean’s burden.
“No, but the zombie look is not a good one for you Sam. Are you sick?” Dean asked voice light but face still full of concern.
“I just tossed and turned last night and I have a bit of a headache. I was hoping some food might make me feel better.” Sam replied quietly. He hoped that breakfast would be the answer, he was so tired of, well, being tired.
Dean jumped up and headed to the fridge. “Bobby made breakfast and put the leftovers on a plate for you. Let me stick it in the microwave and stick some bread in the toaster for you. Want some coffee?”
Sam bristled at the invalid treatment. “Dude, I can make my own breakfast, I’m not helpless.”
Dean stopped with plate in hand and frowned. “I know that Samantha, I was just…”
“Well don’t.” Sam replied back and stood suddenly. Which in hindsight was not a smart move, after the wobbly morning he was already having. Sam began to sway on his feet as he fought a wave of dizziness.
Dean placed the plate on the counter and grabbed Sam by the elbow before he took a nose dive.
“Sam, I get that you’re tired of being helpless, but dude it’s okay really.” Dean helped lower Sam down into the chair.
Sam slouched in the chair trying to get his head to stop spinning. Dean crouched down next to him until he was eye level.
“Sam, you don’t have your memories but let me just fill you in on something very important. Because of the lives we’ve lived, we’ve all been in your place. Me, Dad, Bobby- getting injured by the supernatural is part of the job. The problem with supernatural injuries is that, well, sometimes spells, rituals and potions are unpredictable. It can take awhile to get over them. I know you're frustrated but this being weak will pass, I promise.” Dean’s face held a reassuring smile.
Understanding what you brother is saying and accepting it were two different things, and it was hard for Sam to let go the feelings of being a burden. Especially after the vow he had made last night to be more independent.
“I get what you're saying man, but I’m still feeling … well weak, and I hate it.” Sam grumbled out.
“Oh and you wouldn’t be a Winchester if you just accepted it. But, let me get your breakfast for you and after you eat maybe you will feel better, okay?” Dean was already up and heading for the abandoned breakfast plate.
“’Kay.” Sam huffed out and pouted. He knew he was being childish but couldn’t help it.
Dean quickly warmed up breakfast and placed some toast and coffee in front of Sam. “There you go kiddo. Hey you did say your head was bothering you right?”
“Just a little, Dean.” Sam whined out.
“Well it’s best to nip it in the bud, I’ll grab you some Tylenol be back in a minute.” Dean was off heading towards the bathroom before Sam could reply.
Sam sighed and took a bite of the breakfast. It wasn’t so bad reheated and he really was hungry. By the time Dean got back, Sam had made a dent in the food.
“Well, at least your appetite is okay, kiddo. That’s a good sign. Here, take these and I bet you’ll be feeling better soon.” Dean replied as he placed the tablets next to Sam’s plate.
Dean stood watching his brother.
“Dude, sit down, you're giving me the creeps. I promise to take the damn Tylenol.” Sam snapped out.
Dean plopped into the chair opposite, grin in place. “You know Tylenol is good for that time of the month, so maybe it’ll brighten your mood.”
Sam grabbed the pills and tossed them back dry. He then used his right hand to give his brother the bird before continuing with his breakfast.
“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
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Sam was feeling better after breakfast and ended up playing a game of gin with Dean, but as lunch approached, his energy was waning and his headache was back.
Dean convinced him to eat a sandwich, take some Tylenol and lay down. Sam really didn’t want to have another damn nap, but he also didn’t want to argue with his brother so he had given in pretty easily.
Sam lay down, convinced that sleep wouldn’t come, but not long after laying down he felt the pull of slumber.
Sam felt a hand stroking his cheek, the touch was feminine and when he opened his eyes, there was a familiar face.
It was a face that sent chills down his spine. Mara.
“My sweet Sam, I’m getting closer and soon we will be reunited.” The woman purred at him.
“Please just leave me alone. I-I don’t belong to you. I belong here with Dean!”Sam sat up in bed and moved away from the demon.
“Oh but baby, you do belong to me. We bonded. You know that.”Mara’s voice became stern.
“No that was all a dream. You need to leave me and my dreams alone.” Sam edged further away from the demonic woman.
“Soon, I’ll come in person, soon.” Mara reached to touch him again and that is when Sam lost his perch on the bed and fell to the floor.
Sam’s eyes flew open and he found himself in a heap on the bedroom floor. Seconds later, the bedroom door flew open. He just made out a figure approach him as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. Sam tensed until he realized it was Dean.
Dean was crouched down beside him.
“Sammy, are you okay?” The concern was evident in the elder brother’s voice.
“Yeah, I just had a bad dream.” Sam replied quietly, once again upset that he had worried his brother.
“Was it a planted memory?” Dean asked as he helped Sam off the floor and back onto the bed.
Sam was thankful for the physical support as his legs turned to jelly as he started to stand.
“Uh, no it wasn’t a planted memory. I just dreamed about that Mara chick, but it wasn’t like the dreams I had before. I think it was just my head dealing with all this crap.” Sam sighed.
“You sure it wasn’t a vision?” Dean’s face was scrunched up in concern as he looked Sam up and down, searching for injuries.
“Yeah, I’m sure, and really Dean I’m alright other than being a bit shaken up and embarrassed.” Sam huffed out. He really was beginning to wonder about his dreams and how weak they were leaving him but he didn’t want to worry his brother anymore than he already had.
Dean nudged Sam with his shoulder. “Nothing to be embarrassed about dude, after the month you’ve had you’re bound to have some nightmares. You were always prone to them anyway. Sure you don’t want to talk about your bad dream?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I just want to get up and clear my head.” Sam said as he slowly rose from his bed. He was thankful that his body cooperated with him this time.
Dean nodded and stood. “Hey there’s a basketball game on that I was watching, care to join me?”
Sam gave his brother a grateful smile. “Yeah, sounds like a plan.”
It was his hope that giving himself time to clear his head, his mind would leave him alone and so would Mara.
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