09x15 - Unreliable Narrator - Part Three: Meaningful Echo
Episode Number: 09x15 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Unreliable Narrator
Subtitle: Meaningful Echo
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,279
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, depression, amnesia, confusion
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Dean's last words were, "Conquer me all and jus' - "
He didn't even finish the phrase. Sam breathed, but the air coming in became heavy, dredged, tiring. What did it mean? How did he lose track of this man Dean? How did he lose his memory? And who killed that woman in Beatrice?
His phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey there, Sam?"
"Do you know me?"
"Yer callin' from one of Dean's phones," the man said. "You said you lost your memory?"
"Yes, I did, and - we were in an accident," Sam replied.
"A car accident?" he asked.
"Yes, and your name was the only one I recognized in this phone. Your fake name, I mean," Sam explained. "Brooks Hawthorne."
"Ha!" the man replied. "Look, I dunno who you are or whatcher up to, but I ain't no fool, you read me? So you can drop it."
"Drop it?"
"Yeah, buddy."
"I'm up to anything - "
"You should lose that phone, by the way," the man replied. "Garth out!"
Sam's heart sunk at the dial tone.
Sam found it easy to hide out in the library. Few people came in during the day, and the library staff was limited.
But the ease of his hiding made his realizations all the more overwhelming. Dean's words echoed over and over again, "Conquer me all and jus' - "
He felt trapped, like an animal. He didn't know who he was, or where he came from, or why his identity was secret, but for whatever reason, the death of this man, this Dean, drained the energy from his body.
Sam took the ring off his finger. Dean wore this around his neck every day. He took it as a reminder. Why would he take his friend's ring? Did he do it before he died and just forget to replace it afterwards? Why couldn't he remember?
A tear slid down his cheek. He replaced the ring and tried to concentrate.
Sam had stared at the same page for hours and not read a single word.
"Excuse me, Mr. Doe?"
Someone moved closer to him. "Sam?"
He looked up at the woman.
"Do you remember me?" she asked.
"The officer from yesterday," Sam replied. "Becky."
"That's right."
"Can you tell us what you're doing here, Sam?" Nelson asked.
Sam looked at the pile of books he pulled out from the stacks. There wasn't much in the way of neurology or medicine in the local library, but he managed to pull out about a dozen.
"I was trying to remember," Sam offered.
"So you climbed out a window to go to the library?" Nelson asked.
"I doubted the nurses would let me leave," Sam replied. "If they could let me leave."
"So you snuck out instead?" Nelson asked. "Curiously right after we mentioned the murder of another unknown person."
"Curiously?" Sam asked. "If someone told you some dead person had your photo, wouldn't you do everything you could remember?"
"Yes," Becky said kindly, "but you understand, don't you? Running away like this doesn't look good."
"I didn't - I went to the library," Sam fumbled.
"And now we're taking you into custody, until we can ship you off to Beatrice," Nelson said happily. "Please stand up."
"Okay," Sam said quietly.
"Turn around," ordered Nelson.
"Nelson," Becky said, "we don't need to cuff him."
"And I don't need to whistle when I take a whizz," Nelson retorted. "But I do anyway. Turn around - "
"Mr. Doe. Sam," Becky said. "Will you accompany us without incident to the police station?"
"Yes," Sam replied.
"Then there's no need to cuff you. Is there?"
Nelson rolled his eyes as Becky guided Sam out to the car.
Something about being in a cell was almost comforting. He deserved to be punished. He wasn't sure why. Maybe because he survived what Dean didn't.
He obsessed over Dean's words. "Conquer me all and jus' - " Over and over again in his head.
He remembered... holding Dean's head in his hands. There was no fire, nothing was wrong.
"You listen to me," Dean said. "We get separated, and you meet us, okay? Concordia, Kansas."
"Concordia Kansas," Sam repeated back.
"Good, don't forget. Concordia, Kansas."
Dean's face had a trickle of blood on it, but otherwise he was fine. When did this happen? When did the woman approach him? He -
Something jerked him back to the present. He was in a holding cell. Office McCain, Becky, approached him.
"Here's your stuff from processing," she said. "You can have it back now. Nelson agreed."
"Oh, thanks," Sam said, taking his ring, bottle, and phone back from Becky through the bars.
"Look, I came back in here because, well, you've been behaving oddly for hours now. Pacing, grumbling. If there's something you remember, maybe I can help. Before you're carted off to Beatrice."
"That's just it, I can't remember anything else," Sam said desperately. "Yesterday pieces started to come back." He pointed to the ring on his finger. "My friend's ring."
"That helped you remember," Becky said. "But nothing else has?"
"No," Sam replied sadly. "I don't know what else to do."
"Well, you went to a library," Becky began. "That means you're into old school research, not internet searches. You were reading hefty anatomy and biology books. Did they make sense to you?"
"Neurology and physiological psychology," Sam corrected.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Okay."
"That means you're intelligent. Technical. You probably read a lot. Maybe your job relates to the medical field?"
"I don't know," Sam replied.
"Teaching? Research in lab?"
Sam shook his head.
She said, "I only gave you back that flask, though because the hospital said it had water in it."
"Holy water," Sam corrected.
"You remember that?"
"No, the symbol in the front - never mind. It doesn't matter."
"Your phone rang," Becky said. That got Sam's attention.
"Who was it?" he asked. "Did they know who I am?"
"When I introduced myself, the guy said he must've called the wrong number," she replied. "He didn't know you when I described you."
"Did you tell him I lost my memory?"
"Yep. I asked him about you, and he said no."
Sam deflated.
"You'll be heading out in an hour or so," Becky said. "I just feel like your holding back. From us."
"If I'm holding back from anyone, it's myself," Sam said dryly. "Maybe that's a good thing."
"What do you mean?"
"I just have this bad feeling," Sam said. "I can't - I don't - " Frustration enveloped him. "Never mind, it doesn't matter."
Nelson led Sam out of the holding cell roughly.
"Officer McCain might think you're a good guy," he said, "but I'm not convinced. So I'm driving you to Beatrice, you understand? Don't think I won't shoot you."
"Okay," Sam said quietly.
Becky made sorry eyes at him as Nelson dragged him out to a car. "Good luck, Sam," she said.
"Shut up, Becky!" Nelson barked. "Stop being nice to this guy. He's trouble."
He dragged Sam out to the car and pushed him into the back seat.
"You don't recognize me, do you?" Nelson asked.
"Officer Nelson," Sam said.
"Actually, my name is Gideon," he said. "And we've been looking for you."
Confusion set in.
"What's happened to you?" Gideon/Nelson said.
"I don't know, I have amnesia."
"You can't have amnesia!" barked Gideon. "Think!"
"Nelson!" Becky's voice came over the radio. "There's someone here to see you. Says its urgent."
"I'll be right back," Nelson/Gideon said to Sam. "Don't think this is over."
Sam saw a blast of pure, white light and heard Nelson/Gideon's scream. He struggled to the window and saw Becky on the ground, unconscious. Gideon/Nelson was gone.
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Primary Post: 09x15 Unreliable Narrator
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Unreliable Narrator
Subtitle: Meaningful Echo
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,279
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, depression, amnesia, confusion
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Dean's last words were, "Conquer me all and jus' - "
He didn't even finish the phrase. Sam breathed, but the air coming in became heavy, dredged, tiring. What did it mean? How did he lose track of this man Dean? How did he lose his memory? And who killed that woman in Beatrice?
His phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey there, Sam?"
"Do you know me?"
"Yer callin' from one of Dean's phones," the man said. "You said you lost your memory?"
"Yes, I did, and - we were in an accident," Sam replied.
"A car accident?" he asked.
"Yes, and your name was the only one I recognized in this phone. Your fake name, I mean," Sam explained. "Brooks Hawthorne."
"Ha!" the man replied. "Look, I dunno who you are or whatcher up to, but I ain't no fool, you read me? So you can drop it."
"Drop it?"
"Yeah, buddy."
"I'm up to anything - "
"You should lose that phone, by the way," the man replied. "Garth out!"
Sam's heart sunk at the dial tone.
Sam found it easy to hide out in the library. Few people came in during the day, and the library staff was limited.
But the ease of his hiding made his realizations all the more overwhelming. Dean's words echoed over and over again, "Conquer me all and jus' - "
He felt trapped, like an animal. He didn't know who he was, or where he came from, or why his identity was secret, but for whatever reason, the death of this man, this Dean, drained the energy from his body.
Sam took the ring off his finger. Dean wore this around his neck every day. He took it as a reminder. Why would he take his friend's ring? Did he do it before he died and just forget to replace it afterwards? Why couldn't he remember?
A tear slid down his cheek. He replaced the ring and tried to concentrate.
Sam had stared at the same page for hours and not read a single word.
"Excuse me, Mr. Doe?"
Someone moved closer to him. "Sam?"
He looked up at the woman.
"Do you remember me?" she asked.
"The officer from yesterday," Sam replied. "Becky."
"That's right."
"Can you tell us what you're doing here, Sam?" Nelson asked.
Sam looked at the pile of books he pulled out from the stacks. There wasn't much in the way of neurology or medicine in the local library, but he managed to pull out about a dozen.
"I was trying to remember," Sam offered.
"So you climbed out a window to go to the library?" Nelson asked.
"I doubted the nurses would let me leave," Sam replied. "If they could let me leave."
"So you snuck out instead?" Nelson asked. "Curiously right after we mentioned the murder of another unknown person."
"Curiously?" Sam asked. "If someone told you some dead person had your photo, wouldn't you do everything you could remember?"
"Yes," Becky said kindly, "but you understand, don't you? Running away like this doesn't look good."
"I didn't - I went to the library," Sam fumbled.
"And now we're taking you into custody, until we can ship you off to Beatrice," Nelson said happily. "Please stand up."
"Okay," Sam said quietly.
"Turn around," ordered Nelson.
"Nelson," Becky said, "we don't need to cuff him."
"And I don't need to whistle when I take a whizz," Nelson retorted. "But I do anyway. Turn around - "
"Mr. Doe. Sam," Becky said. "Will you accompany us without incident to the police station?"
"Yes," Sam replied.
"Then there's no need to cuff you. Is there?"
Nelson rolled his eyes as Becky guided Sam out to the car.
Something about being in a cell was almost comforting. He deserved to be punished. He wasn't sure why. Maybe because he survived what Dean didn't.
He obsessed over Dean's words. "Conquer me all and jus' - " Over and over again in his head.
He remembered... holding Dean's head in his hands. There was no fire, nothing was wrong.
"You listen to me," Dean said. "We get separated, and you meet us, okay? Concordia, Kansas."
"Concordia Kansas," Sam repeated back.
"Good, don't forget. Concordia, Kansas."
Dean's face had a trickle of blood on it, but otherwise he was fine. When did this happen? When did the woman approach him? He -
Something jerked him back to the present. He was in a holding cell. Office McCain, Becky, approached him.
"Here's your stuff from processing," she said. "You can have it back now. Nelson agreed."
"Oh, thanks," Sam said, taking his ring, bottle, and phone back from Becky through the bars.
"Look, I came back in here because, well, you've been behaving oddly for hours now. Pacing, grumbling. If there's something you remember, maybe I can help. Before you're carted off to Beatrice."
"That's just it, I can't remember anything else," Sam said desperately. "Yesterday pieces started to come back." He pointed to the ring on his finger. "My friend's ring."
"That helped you remember," Becky said. "But nothing else has?"
"No," Sam replied sadly. "I don't know what else to do."
"Well, you went to a library," Becky began. "That means you're into old school research, not internet searches. You were reading hefty anatomy and biology books. Did they make sense to you?"
"Neurology and physiological psychology," Sam corrected.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Okay."
"That means you're intelligent. Technical. You probably read a lot. Maybe your job relates to the medical field?"
"I don't know," Sam replied.
"Teaching? Research in lab?"
Sam shook his head.
She said, "I only gave you back that flask, though because the hospital said it had water in it."
"Holy water," Sam corrected.
"You remember that?"
"No, the symbol in the front - never mind. It doesn't matter."
"Your phone rang," Becky said. That got Sam's attention.
"Who was it?" he asked. "Did they know who I am?"
"When I introduced myself, the guy said he must've called the wrong number," she replied. "He didn't know you when I described you."
"Did you tell him I lost my memory?"
"Yep. I asked him about you, and he said no."
Sam deflated.
"You'll be heading out in an hour or so," Becky said. "I just feel like your holding back. From us."
"If I'm holding back from anyone, it's myself," Sam said dryly. "Maybe that's a good thing."
"What do you mean?"
"I just have this bad feeling," Sam said. "I can't - I don't - " Frustration enveloped him. "Never mind, it doesn't matter."
Nelson led Sam out of the holding cell roughly.
"Officer McCain might think you're a good guy," he said, "but I'm not convinced. So I'm driving you to Beatrice, you understand? Don't think I won't shoot you."
"Okay," Sam said quietly.
Becky made sorry eyes at him as Nelson dragged him out to a car. "Good luck, Sam," she said.
"Shut up, Becky!" Nelson barked. "Stop being nice to this guy. He's trouble."
He dragged Sam out to the car and pushed him into the back seat.
"You don't recognize me, do you?" Nelson asked.
"Officer Nelson," Sam said.
"Actually, my name is Gideon," he said. "And we've been looking for you."
Confusion set in.
"What's happened to you?" Gideon/Nelson said.
"I don't know, I have amnesia."
"You can't have amnesia!" barked Gideon. "Think!"
"Nelson!" Becky's voice came over the radio. "There's someone here to see you. Says its urgent."
"I'll be right back," Nelson/Gideon said to Sam. "Don't think this is over."
Sam saw a blast of pure, white light and heard Nelson/Gideon's scream. He struggled to the window and saw Becky on the ground, unconscious. Gideon/Nelson was gone.
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