Firstly I would like to apologise for the extreme lateness of this chapter! It is just getting harder and harder to figure out how I want it to end and I'm losing motivation and it's starting to feel a little long in the tooth. I hope to get this one finished as soon as I can. I hope you're still reading!

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Chapter 12

Wiping the Slate Clean

"Wait… what do you mean, 'who am I'? is this some kind of joke? Cause it isn't funny Dean" Sam said, anger shining in his eyes, he couldn't help but think that his brother would even think this was funny.

"I'm not joking… I don't know who you are" Dean replied honestly. "Or who I am, for that matter".

Sam looked at him for a moment and seeing nothing but sincerity. "Well, I'm your brother, Sam…" He said placing his hand on his own chest "and your name is Dean, Dean Winchester, my big brother" Sam told him, pointing to him, watching his face for any kind of recognition. "This is Jodie, she's a friend" Sam pointed towards their friend who smiled at the eldest Winchester.

When Dean just looked back at him blankly, Sam scowled "What the hell did they do to you man?" Sam asked scared and worried about the torture his brother must have gone through in order to forget everything, even him.

"Um… I don't… I don't remember… but they… had electrodes thingy's on my head… they kept sending… electricity or something through it... I don't know what it was but if hurt like hell" Dean replied cringing at the memory.

"My god Dean…" Jodie stated with her hand on her chest. He hated seeing these boys het hurt, they had been hurt enough, gone through enough.

"Well… we have to figure out what it was so we can get your memories back" Sam said, looking at his big brother. He looked so small on the ground, his clothes were dirty and torn and to Sam's eyes, looked two sizes too big.

Dean looked at the other man and wondered what he was thinking. He could see concern and worry mixed with a little bit of pity on the younger man's face. He didn't know that man from Adam but he could tell that they must have been close.

"Come on, let's get you some fresh clothes and something to eat" Sam said as Jodie pulled the older Winchester up on his feet, then guided him out of the car so they could get as far away from that hospital as they could possibly get.

After helping him out of his wheelchair and was beside Sam as he situated himself in the car. She folded the wheelchair and placed it securely in the back. "Thanks Jodie, will you meet us at the bunker?".

"Of course Sam… will you be alright driving? You're still healing" She asked concerned.

"Well, I have to get us there somehow… I'll just drive slowly" He replied reassuringly.

"Alright boys, I'll see you at the bunker" She said and banged her hand twice on the roof of the Impala and walked to her car. Sam turned the key in the ignition, before driving off, he glanced over at his brother to see if he showed any sign of knowing how wrong the whole situation felt but when Dean did nothing but look out the window, Sam sighed and drove off and pointed their beloved Impala towards the bunker.

The ride was silent and Sam felt an awkwardness that he hadn't felt in a long time. A number of times Sam opened his mouth to start a conversation, but closed it when he saw his brothers defeated, closed off body language. Jodie have him a look of sympathy in the mirror and he was calmed with the knowledge that she was going to be there for them until they figured everything out.

Sam concentrates on getting them back to the bunker and hopes that they can get Dean to start remembering, their past, their family and most importantly, their brotherhood. He sighed again at having to replay and relive everything that has happened to them, good and extremely bad. It was hard enough the first time, he just hopes that he can get Dean to understand the circumstances behind a lot of the shit they had been through, how they didn't have much of a choice, that they had been dragged into a lot of stuff without their consent or knowledge. Yeah right… the truth always went over SO well for the Winchesters, it was a toss-up between lies and the truth, because both hurt just as much.

Sam parked the car in the garage and after some grunting and groaning and eventual help from Jodie, who turned up just minutes after them, he positioned himself in his wheelchair. He had butterflies in his stomach that felt more like a tornado and he kept replaying everything that had happened over and over again. Whatever happened now was either the beginning or the end.

Dean had slept through it all, even Jodie shaking his shoulder and calling his name didn't rouse him. Nothing seemed to wake the eldest Winchester which would have worried Sam if he didn't know that his older brother always slept like the dead when he was hurt and exhausted.

The younger hunter and the sheriff made their way into the main rooms of the bunker and left the older man to continue to sleep in the Impala. They made lunch for themselves and settled in with their feast, hoping the smells of food would coax Dean out of his slumber.

Dean jolted awake with the remnants of his weird dream floating away, he hears talking and laughing coming from somewhere in the building. He blinks away the sleep in his eyes and he looks around. First thing he notices is that he is still in the car that the Sam guy had driven them all in. He then looks around and sees the other cars and motorbikes that are parked around him and he wonders where he is. He wonders what he's doing in this weird car, weird garage, weird place…

He gets out of the car and slams the door closed and hesitated a moment as he listened for anyone approaching. He looks around, taking in more of his surroundings, he sees the old fashioned décor and furniture, making him wonder, not for the first time, where exactly he was.

He walked up the stairs and the closer he got to the main room he could hear familiar music playing, he nods his head along with the beat and he realises that he likes this type of music. He hears voices and even though he stops in his tracks, his flight or fight instincts kicking in, he knows deep down that the voices are from people he can trust.

Walking up the last few steps the two people sitting at a large conference type table turn to look at him. "Hey Dean… did you sleep well? I… sorry I left you down there alone in the impala, I figured, if you were going to remember something first it would be your baby" Sam says in his rambling way that would be endearing if Dean could remember him.

"Ah no…. sorry… still no memories, I did have a weird dream though... I was in a car, I'm assuming, it was that car but all I saw was scenery going past, hundreds of different locations, night and day, just flashing past… I'm not sure what it all means… but I do know, I like this song" Dean replies as he walks further into the room and takes a seat the furthest way from either of them.

Sam gives his brother a small smile as he contemplates his brother's dream, on one hand it was good that Dean was remembering being in the car and travelling around, but on the other, he didn't remember the car specifically, who he was with or what they were doing.

"I'm sure it will all come back to you" Jodie says looking back and forth between the brothers. Seeing the disappointment on the younger man's face, she wants nothing more than to flick the switch that gives Dean back his memories.

Sam looks at his older brother and shakes his head. He hates that they can't communicate like they used to, that they can't know what the other is thinking just by looking at them. Then he comes up with an idea that may help his brother to remember them. "I'll show you to your room, so you can get reacquainted with your things" Sam says as he moves his wheelchair around and gestures for Dean to follow him. "I'll be back in a moment" Sam tells Jodie.

The brothers make the short trip to the rooms and Sam motions to the closed door on the right with an ACDC poster. "This ones yours" Sam said "Obviously" he laughed at the poster and the fact that even without memories, his older brother would remember his love of 80's rock.

"Oh yeah… thanks" Dean said as he opened the door and took a step inside. Looking at the weapons on the walls, the record player and box of beloved records beside the bed. "Wow… am I some sort of time travelling serial killer or something?" he asks to the man standing nervously at the door.

"Ha ha, no… although you do love blowing things up and killing monsters" Sam said with a nervous laugh. "You just love this stuff, we're hunters… and you're very good at it so…"

Dean was looking at him blankly, know really knowing how to react. He didn't remember loving guns and knives, let alone being good at killing monsters. "Hunters like, deer and bears?" the older man asked.

"No… not really no, but I can't really tell you what we do hunt... that's something you need to remember on your own… it's really long, crazy, messed up story…. Just trust me ok?"

Dean looked at him wanting desperately to ask more questions, to get the answers he needs to understand who they are... who he is, but by the look on the younger man's face he can see it just won't be happening. He nods his head in understanding "Is there another room I can stay in?" He asks taking a step back.

"Oh, ah yeah… there are heaps of rooms, but I just thought you'd want to be around your own stuff…" Sam said frowning "If you don't like the weapons I can take them down and put them somewhere else… that's fine" Sam said sighing when Dean nodded a little and stepped back out of the room like he couldn't stand to be around them.

The younger man, wheeled into the room and with a little reluctant help from the older man, they started taking the weapons off the wall, gathering them all together and wrapped them up in a blanket from the end of the bed. He picked the bundle up heaving it onto his lap and wheeled back out. "I'll just…" he said pointing with his head to down the hall. "Do you… is that ok now? Do you want me to take the record player as well or…" Sam asked awkwardly.

"No, no… that's fine I just… I'm not comfortable with all the knives and guns and stuff" Dean said as he walked back in and sat on the bed.

Furrowing his brow Sam put the box on his lap "Alright then… I'll just take this away and when you remember more about your old life… you can have them back" He nodded and turned to move to the designated storage room at the end of the hall. "When you're back to normal" He whispered to himself, he wasn't sure of how much longer he could handle his brother not knowing who he was and who there were to each other, the pain in his chest is almost too much to handle.

Dean sat on his bed and looked around the room again, now that the offending items had been removed. He couldn't understand why he would have enjoyed having suck freaky weapons on his bedroom walls. What kind of person liked that sort of stuff? He noticed the record player and the albums lined up on the shelf, he read through the titles and pulled one out, placed the record on the player, lifted the needle and as the wheel started moving, he gently placed the needle on the record. Cracks and pops could be heard, then the melodic sounds of Jimmy Hendrix, 'All along the Watchtower' started playing from the speakers. He laid down on the bed, rested his head on his hands and let the music take him away.

Down the hall, Sam was putting the bag of Dean's weapons away and locking the door, when music started playing from his brothers room. Sam instantly stopped and his eyes filled with tears. It finally hit him that his big brother was no longer really there, his eyes just didn't seem right, his voice, how he held himself, the way Dean looked out for him, everything that made Dean, 'Dean', was just not there anymore and it broke Sam's heart.

How was he supposed to tell him about his life without freaking him out, how could he do that, now that Dean had a chance as a normal life. He supposed this is what it felt like for Dean when he had no soul, just a shadow of the man he was supposed to be. He sat there listening to the music and not for the first time wondered what his big brother would do, what advice would he give him if they were in this together. Sam wiped his face and took a breath, squared his shoulders and started moving towards his brother's room. "Sam!" Dean exclaimed and Sam quickly moved the rest of the way to the room.

"What's wrong? Dean? What is it?" Sam asked, looking around his room and when his eyes fell on his brother looking at one of the photos from his bedside table he knew exactly what he was going to ask him.

"Who is this?" Dean asked pointing the blonde on the well-worn photograph.

Sam moved beside his brother on the bed and sighed. "That… is our mother… she died a long time ago" Sam replied in a soft voice.

"How?" Dean asked without looking up from the photo.

"Um… there was a fire, in my nursery… I was still a baby" Sam replied watching the older man carefully as recognition crossed his face.

"I um… I carried you out didn't I?" He asked as he looked up with watery eyes.

"Yeah, Dean… you did… you were 4 years old" Sam said smiling that his brother had remembered something, even something that was painful.

"I remember running outside with you… I was so scared. I remember Dad came out and he was covered in soot, he was crying and the tears left streaks on his face. He hugged me SO tight…" Dean was whispering by the end, his head down, Sam listened intently as when they were growing up, his brother and father didn't really speak about their mother, let alone that night.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that" Sam said he wiped his face quickly and looked away.

"I don't remember much more but I remember that I held onto you really tight… even when dad came outside… after… I didn't let go of you" Dean lifted his head and saw the sadness and devastation on the younger man's face. Now really understanding why he was so upset, he didn't voice his questions but thought to himself that there must be more to the story.

After a few moments, Sam cleared his throat and wiped his face of tears. "I… I was just a baby… I used to ask you and Dad questions about Mum… all the time… you guys didn't like to talk about her… I stopped asking after a while but I never felt that connection to her like you did, she was some enigmatic figure but I never knew her" Sam had to restrain himself from saying too much, he didn't want to overwhelm his brother.

"If I could remember anything at all, I would tell you about her… I feel like this is something I would do" Dean said sincerely to the younger man, knowing for certain now that they were brothers and that as the elder of the two, he would do anything to help his little brother, no matter how old he got.

"I know… its fine really…" Sam replied softly, he didn't want to go into everything that had happened since that fateful night. Their whole lives had been affected and any dreams that their parents had about their futures, were destroyed along with their family home.

Dean looked at him uncertainly, again Dean wasn't sure what was behind his brother's reaction but he knew that there was a lot more to the story than the younger man was letting on. Dean nodded his head and looked back down at the photos and one of them peaked his interest, it was of an older man leaning on the Impala with an eight year old and a 3 or 4 year old on his hip. Dean smiled at the toothless grin of the younger of the two boys. He looked over at the other man and he was looking down at his own hands which were trembling. "Hey… are you alright?" Dean asked suddenly worried.

"Oh, yeah… I'm ok…" Sam said, putting his hands on the wheels of his wheelchair and moved to the door.

"I may not know who I am exactly... but I can help… whatever it is" Dean said, he was genuinely curious about his little brother.

Sam hesitated a moment, he really didn't want to tell his brother anything that he didn't remember on his own but this may help him remember other things. "It's nothing really Dean… it's just…." Sam really didn't know where to start. He had held in a lot of stuff about his family and about their lives

"What Sam? What is it?" Dean was really curious now and a little worried that whatever it was causing the young man such pain.

Sam swallowed the lump I his throat and took a deep breath. "I never knew Mum, I didn't really understand that loss like you and Dad did, so I always fought against Dads vision, his fight, because it was never my fight… you know... I always felt that mum would have wanted us to be our own people, to live our own lives, but Dad wanted us to be his soldiers… I was never really into the life like you and Dad, I didn't fit into that mould that he tried to fit me into. We always butted heads, I was a little shit most of the time, always arguing and always finding something to pick a fight…" Sam stopped before saying what he had wanted to get of his chest for years.

"I've never really said this out loud before…" Sam said a little shyly. His big brother would make fun of him if he were back to his usual self but with Dean looking at him the way he was, so open and interested it was hard not to just give in. "I always felt like an outsider, I never really fit into the mould, I used to wonder if I was really a Winchester… and… when I was at Stanford… I looked into my birth, our family tree" Sam was a little guilty and a little embarrassed that he thought he wasn't really a Winchester.

After a moment of silence Dean stopped walking and looked at the younger man "Did I ever do or say anything to make you think you were my brother? Did Dad?" Dean asked hoping against hope that his brother wasn't that cruel.

"I… he never said it in so many words… but he made me feel like it sometimes" Sam said, looking down at his shaking hands. Worried sick beyond belief that when Dean was Dean again, he would get angry with him for this revelation.

Dean was still looking away from his little brother now, something inside him was mad, worried and just a little sad his little brother would resort to getting a DNA test to prove to himself that he was a real Winchester. "What ah… what did he do?" Dean asked, still not looking at him.

"I don't know… nothing really… he always said I had to be more like you, to get my head out of my books, focus on being a better hunter, better man… better son…" Sam shrugged his shoulders instead continuing. "He never physically hurt me… but he certainly made me feel like I wasn't good enough"

"What? That's… man, I'm sorry but I don't think I really like our Dad Sam, you shouldn't be forced to be someone you're not, especially because you were a kid" Dean argued.

Sam laughed and nodded his head "That's exactly what I thought. But you don't remember it Dean, Dad was on a mission and we were his soldiers. We weren't supposed to question his orders" Sam replied.

"I'm sorry Sam but our Dad sounds like a grade A douche" Dean replied.

"Yeah he does… but he did care about us, in his own twisted way… I never really understood his drive… his reasons for fighting so hard. When I lost Jess though… I finally got it" Sam said, his voice soft.

"Jess? Who was that, your… girlfriend or wife or something?" Dean asked, no flicker of recognition at all.

"Yeah..." Sam replied with a sad smile "She was the reason I came back to the life... we've been hunting together ever since"

Dean still didn't completely understand what had happened with Sam and their Dad, but from what little he did understand, it hadn't been an easy childhood and it looked like maybe the brothers had drifted apart. For some reason, his past self, had been on their father's side and had not wanted to give Sam any chance at a normal life. The older man, didn't really get it, how could anyone not want a normal life, even if their mother had died in unusual circumstances, it doesn't explain making two young children give up their childhoods and hunt for the rest of their lives.

"I'm really sorry Sam… whatever part I played in all of that… I'm sorry" Dean was genuinely sorry that his little brother didn't get the life he deserved.

Sam shook his head slightly, he wasn't sure if he liked this new Dean, he wasn't sued to him being so open and so ready to comfort and reassure him without his usual brotherly banter and insults. "Thanks" he replies softly.

Sam looked at the other man and was almost compelled to grab the holy water to test that it was still Dean. On one hand this new Dean was a breath of fresh air. They were usually so emotionally stunted and were not open to talking things through or debriefing as they weren't brought up like that, as kids they were taught to set all their fears aside and to just do the job. On the other hand this new Dean was so different that Sam was starting to miss his dependable, hard as nails big brother who shot first and asked questions later.

"Thanks Dean" Sam replied then an idea came to mind. "Do you want to watch some Netflix?" He asked, knowing no matter what Sam remembered TV would always occupy their minds.

"What's a Netflix?" Dean asked confused.

"Ah… Ha ha, sorry, it's just a way to watch TV" Sam replied amused.

"Ok, sure I'm game" Dean replied enthusiastically.

They found Jodie in the kitchen preparing huge club sandwiches on a tray along with beer and pretzels which Dean was more than happy to carry to Sam's bedroom, were they all made themselves comfortable with the food laid out on the end of the bed.

The three of them watching movies well into the night, with Jodie falling asleep in the chair beside the bed and Sam on the bed, his head rolling to the side, drooling on the pillow. Dean was wide awake staring at the ceiling, he was unable to fall asleep even after the hour's relaxation watching mindless TV.

Dean couldn't get his mind to stop thinking about his life, he couldn't even remember his parents, let alone who he was, did he like healthy food, or greasy? Did he prefer beer or wine? Did he have a preference for reading books or watching moves? What was his favourite music, classical, country, rock or pop? There were so many things he didn't know about himself, and yet he knew that he loved the Impala, driving her, washing her, fixing her up. He somehow knew how to fix anything mechanically but he couldn't remember how he knew it, who taught him, did he study, did his dad teach him? He was a blank canvas and he didn't know if he was happy about exploring all the possibilities or scared to death that he didn't even know his own birthdate. His brother was another anomaly, he knew deep in his soul that the man snoring softly beside him, was his little brother, he loved him, would protect him, look after him, give him advice but he couldn't remember growing up with him, what comic book he liked to read or what cartoon was his favourite on a Sunday morning.

Dean wanted to mourn the loss of those memories, he wished he could remember watching the brave, strong young man beside him grow up, learn, meld into the person he is today. But all of that was gone and Dean couldn't get his mind around that fact. It was as if he hadn't existed before he had woken up in that hospital.

Dean put his legs to the side of the bed and he stood up slowly, so he didn't disturb the two sleeping figure so he slowly walked out of the room in his sock covered feet. He walked through the bunker to the library and started to look around. There were so many strange and wonderful objects like a twisted horn or an intricately carved ebony dagger, on the shelves beside the old books with titles like 'The magic of fairies and its uses' and 'Witches and Warlocks and their Wicked Ways'. He had no idea what any these things were or why these 'Men of Letters' had a need for these items. He knew his brother wasn't telling him everything and he understood that he should remember it all on his own but seeing these weird objects made him wonder what exactly he did for living.

He walked the other side of the room and noticed on the large table a note book opened with scratchy writing in it that he recognised as his brothers without seeing any evidence. He read a few paragraphs and a few things stand out 'memory banishing spell' and 'possibly irreversible' make Deans stomach sink. Dean isn't sure what he would do if this was irreversible.

He wasn't sure if he could be such a burden to his little brother. He couldn't stick around if it meant that Sam was going to leave everything just to keep him company. Dean looked around him again and saw an old leather journal opened beside one of the overstuffed chairs and walked over and made himself comfortable. After reading a few pages he shook his head at how unbelievable it all was, demons and monsters, flashes of roaring monsters, long claws, sharp teeth but no more than that, he flipped to the end, as soon as he saw the last page, just a short sentence, in his own handwriting, 'Dad died today' a sharp pain, like he was being stabbed in the head shot through his head "Ahh!" he yelled, putting his head in his hands, the pain made his vision blurry and he felt dizzy and queasy.

Suddenly his mind was assaulted by more images. His father patting him on the back, two brothers as kids, learning to shoot, the three of them working together, his father injured, his father with yellow eyes and the funeral pyre and the great sorrow of moving on without his greatest influence, the death of yellow eyes and seeing his father finally move on. He saw it in quick flashes their father's history and how he lived his life in a manner of seconds.

As suddenly as it came on, it left him and he was once again pain free. His heart was beating wildly, he was panting like he had run a marathon and when he tried to move he felt sick. "Dean!" Sam said as he slid to stop in the room, he was still in his sleep pants and t-shirt, his hair all over the place and a knife in his lap. "Are you alright?" he asked as he moved closer giving him an all over glance checking for any injuries.

"I'm fine… just… I just remembered…about Dad" Dean said his thoughts jumbled.

"Oh… yeah… uh, I'm so sorry Dean" Sam said sympathetically, not really knowing what else to say. "Did you ah… want to talk about it? You can ask me anything?"

Dean shook his head, he needed some time to process everything he had seen but he was grateful that Sam was there to lean on if he needed him.

Sam nodded his head and turned his wheelchair to leave his older brother to his thoughts. "Just get some rest okay… maybe you'll feel better after some sleep" and he wheeled himself of out the room before his brother could reply. Dean laid down and closed his eyes, hoping sleep with take his fears away and hopefully give his memories back. Sam was worried about the speed in which his brother was starting to remember. It seemed to be in slow bursts and even then, his memories were of nothing much about who is brother was, or his knowledge of hunting.

Sam moved back to his room and noticed that Jodie had already woken up and had left the room. He assumed she had gone back to her room and was grateful she hadn't interrupted them. He needed to get her an extra special gift for Christmas.

He smiles to himself as he looks at his own bed and prepares himself to get ready for bed, he transfers to the bed with a pain filled groan, he realises now just how much pain he's in. His bones are still healing and his body is still bruised and battered. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls his shoes off and as they thump to the ground, Jodie knocks on the door and walks in "Sam, I have your meds for you, I know you've been worried about your brother but, when he is back to normal, he would kill me if I didn't look after you" She says as he hands over a glass of water and a handful of tablets. One for extra strength pain relief, one antibiotic and one for relaxing his muscles as the doctor was worried about muscle spasms because of the lack of blood flow.

He sat for a moment and let the weight of his worry for his brother flow away, his pain, that he had been ignoring the whole time, came to the surface. He blinked slowly as his body felt heavy with pain, he takes the pills and the water from Jodie and swallows them down with a big gulp of the cool refreshing water.. "Thanks Jodie… it's just hitting me hard now" Sam said, his voice soft and slurred with pain.

"I know honey… it's time for you to rest now though. I think you might have forgotten everything that's happened to you, am I right?" she asked chuckling a little to herself.

"hhmmmm… I think so" Sam replied a little hazy. "Sorry"

"Alright, none of that… time for bed" She says as she helps him to lay down. She thinks about helping him take his jeans off but he's already mostly asleep so she'll wait until he's completely out. "Close your eyes Sam" she says and within minutes he is snoring softly. She pulls his jeans off carefully, and pulling the covers over him.

She turns the light off and closes the door almost all the way, leaving it open a crack so the youngest Winchester can hear if his brother calls for him. Jodie walks back to her own room and hopes that the morning will bring answers and clarity for these two boys.

Dean opens his eyes and looks up at the white ceiling and after a few breaths, catapults to a seated positon in a panic "What? Where am I?" He asks himself then he remembers that he is in the underground bunker, with his brother, both of which he has very little recollection of. He looks around the room as his breathing returns to normal. The hooks on the wall behind him, reminds him, that the 'other' him, liked to display his favourite weapons on the wall. He can't quite get his mind around that fact.

He shakes his head, not really seeing the link from who he is right now and that 'other' person. The person who was so driven to fight for other people, to put himself in danger, but was emotionally stunted. The person he is now, has done nothing but think about how he feels about everything, a brother he doesn't remember but feels extremely protective of, an extremely strong, dungeon like roof over his head but he finds the whole 'Men of Letters' thing, like a strange cult.

Dean looks to the small table beside his bed, sees the photo of his mother and gives her a small smile, then he looks at the lampshade and notices a note stuck to it. Sitting up he grabs it and reads it out loud.

"If you are finally awake, get moving or you'll miss out" he reads then after a beat "Miss out on what?" he asks the empty room. He looks over at the closed door and there is another note stuck to it. He gets up and walks closer. "Breakfast was your favourite meal of the day!" He reads, then his stomach rumbles right on cue. He opens the door and walks softly down the hallway and notices that his brother's room is empty. Stuck to his brother's door is yet another note. "Keep moving if your stomach is growling" he reads then on que, his stomach growls, so he makes his way to where the kitchen is, stopping at another note, "it's getting cold!" he reads again and then starts speed walking to the kitchen when his stomach makes its self-known again.

He walks into the kitchen where Sam and Jodie are sitting around the small table eating quietly. The kitchen bench is laid out with Bacon, eggs, pancakes, toast, mushrooms and sausages and his mouth waters at the delicious smells wafting towards him. "Oh man, this smells delicious" he says as he grabs a plate and starts piling two helpings of everything.

"Hey sleepy head" Jodie exclaims as she refills her coffee. "I knew the smells of breakfast would get you up"

"I'm surprised you didn't just float in here still asleep, you were out like a light" Sam says putting his knife and fork down.

Dean smiles as he sits down and starts eating, he is suddenly bombarded with images of younger Sam and Dean eating cereal, then in diners, of all shapes and sizes. Then he is cooking for his brother in the bunker and finally feels at home. He opens his eyes and his brother and Jodie are standing over him. "Whoa" He says and leans back away from then. "What just happened?" He asks

"You just sort of went blank, it was like you were frozen" Sam says with a worried frown on his face.

"It was… I saw us eating breakfast… as little kids growing up and to now… we really are brothers aren't we?" he asks finally acknowledging their brotherhood.

"Yeah we really are" Sam replied with a small smile.

"I really wish I could remember you… us…" Dean said softly.

"Me to man… me to" Sam replied sadly. He really missed his brother and wondered if he would ever get him back.

Sam put the used breakfast bowls in the sink and decided to show his brother a few things which would hopefully kick start his memories. "Hey Dean, do you want to come with me for a it, I have some things to show you" He said manoeuvring his wheelchair out of the kitchen and into the main room. His brother followed silently behind him in reply.

"So what are you going to show me?" the older man asked

Sam moved over to one of the book cases and pulled a few albums out and moved to the table. "I have some photos you might be interested to see" He opened one pf the books and moved it towards his brother as he took a seat.

Dean was mesmerised as he took in the faded, scorched photos if their parents and a few of a much younger Sam, holding awards and trophies. There were a few of Dean as a young teenager and a few of them together. He wished that he could remember any of those photos being taken. But it's all a blank, then Sam turns the page and he sees a photo of himself and Sam, arms around each other, covered in mud add huge smiles on their faces. He is about to ask the younger man about it when he is given a few flashes of them camping together in the middle of nowhere, killing and cooking a fish, hiking out of a rugged forest. He gets the impression that their father had sent them out on a training exercise and their tired and hurting bodies sleeping for days after would. He blinks his eyes as the flashes end and he sees Sam looking at him hopefully. I remember this, we were camping… I think Dad made us do it, like it was for training or something"

Sam smiled at that "Yeah Dean, he did, it was like his version of boot camp" Sam was still smiling but Dean could tell that there was a lot more behind that statement. "I hated it but you know, I had you to soften the blow so to speak" Sam said then looked away and his smile fell from his face.

Dean looked at him and knew that he would be asking what that all meant when he suddenly doubled over, grabbing at his head as he got another flash of images, this time it was of Sam and their Dad arguing, Sam had a bag over his shoulder and he was crying and yelling. Their father was pointing to the door, telling him to leave and never come back. He blinked and the images stopped, he wondered why he hadn't tried to stop his little brother from leaving but was more affected by the look on his brothers face, the look of rejection and sadness really made his sympathise with the youngest Winchester, at that moment, he realised that if he ever had an opportunity to see his father again, he would punch him right in the face.

TBC