Fic: I Remember You - Chapter 15

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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

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I Remember You

Chapter 15

Sam had felt relieved that his brother had been able to rescue him. The idea of spending the rest of his life serving Mara had really frightened him. He had almost given in; the pain had been so intense.

In the comfort of Bobby’s house, the only home Sam really remembered, he felt safe.

Watching his brother fuss over him made him feel secure, and that was as good feeling. Just a few weeks ago, being the focus of Dean‘s attention made him uneasy; there were no memories to ground him. But now, after all they had been through, he felt close to the older man.

It felt right to have Dean there to protect him. Even without his memories, Sam had reached a point where Dean felt like his brother.

Things were going okay. The demon was dead, his injuries weren’t severe, but then Dean apologized.

“Sammy, I want to apologize, I shouldn’t have left you alone with that Demon leader still on the loose.”

Sam couldn't stand to see the guilt in his brother’s eyes, especially when Sam knew that it was his fault he had been attacked. He should have told Dean about his weird dreams where Mara had told him she was coming for him.

Instead he had tried to pretend things were okay, not wanting to be a burden. Sam realized now that he should have sucked it up and told his brother about the dreams. He knew he needed to come clean so that Dean wouldn’t feel guilty anymore.

But when Sam told Dean about the dreams, things went totally south with Dean bolting from the room.

Sam couldn’t wrap his mind around what had happened.

I need to find Dean, and … Sam wasn’t sure what he would do, but he needed to know what was going on in Dean’s head.

Taking a deep calming breath Sam slowly rose from the couch. The room began to spin and Sam was very thankful that he hadn’t eaten anything yet. His stomach churned and he fought the nauseas feeling.

Sam’s determination was probably the only thing keeping him upright. Slowly he took a step, and then another. He had made it past the furniture in the living room when things started to get a bit blurry. Sam cursed his body and then the blackness claimed him.

When he awoke, he was staring up at Bobby. How did I get on the floor? Was his first thought, and then he had a flash of memory. Blackness had assaulted him on his way to find Dean. Damn it.

“You okay kid?” Bobby’s voice and face were full of concern.

“Yeah, just thought that I could walk, when I guess I can’t.” Sam gruffed out.

“And why would you need to take a walk?” Bobby’s face shone with confusion.

“I made Dean leave. He apologized for leaving me alone with the demon still out there, and I told him that it wasn’t his fault. I told him it was my fault because I’ve been having these dreams about the demon leader. She told me she was coming for me. I should have told you guys, but I didn’t want to be a burden. I think I pissed him off, so I wanted to talk to him.” Sam slowly sat up, wincing as his chest complained.

“Whoah, there. Take it easy Sam. Let’s see if we can get you back on the couch, okay?” Bobby placed steadying hands on Sam’s shoulders.

“Thanks Bobby, but could you help me find Dean?” Sam was determined to work things out with Dean.

“I’ll go find Dean and bring him to you. You’re not going anywhere without passing out again, and you’re too heavy for me to carry!” Bobby snapped back.

Sam reluctantly gave in and let Bobby guide him back to the couch. Once he was settled, Sam grabbed Bobby’s arm.

“Make him come talk to me, please Bobby?” Sam could see the older hunter was uncomfortable as he shifted foot to foot and then patted Sam on his hand before pulling away.

“I’ll do my best boy, I promise.” Bobby turned and headed outside.

Sam realized as he relaxed a bit, that his body was ready to give out. Sam sighed in frustration and let the exhaustion take him.

-0-

Bobby swore under his breath. Those Winchester boys were going to be the death of him.

He had thought things were okay. Sam’s injuries hadn’t been serious. Ruby was gone, and the demon was dead, so it took the older man by surprise when he heard a loud thud that sounded like it came from the living room.

Bobby had rushed into the living room and about had a heart attack at the sight before him. Sam was laid out on his back unconscious. Luckily, he had been able to revive the boy fairly quickly.

His relief was replaced by worry as he listened to the distraught boy recount that Dean had run out after Sam had taken blame for the afternoon’s attack. The boy had been hiding his dreams about the demon, and Dean had taken off.

Bobby wasn’t sure what was going on in Dean’s head, but he knew he needed to find out in order to calm the younger brother.

He was thankful that the stubborn kid hadn’t put up too much of a fight about lying back down. Sam’s pleading had about broken his heart, and with a lot of trepidation, he left to seek out the other brother.

Once Bobby had stepped outside, he located Dean fairly quickly. The young man was sitting on top of his beloved car, which was parked out front.

He slowly approached Dean, who seemed to be deep in thought. Not wanting to spook the kid, he spoke softly. “Hey.”

Dean nodded. “Hey.”

Bobby removed his hat and scratched at his head nervously and put it back on. “So Sam thinks your upset with him, is that so?”

Dean’s eyes went wide. “No, why would he think that?”

“Well, he confesses that he’s kept his dreams from you and then you turn tail and run.” Bobby stated in a matter of fact tone.

“Huh, yeah I guess I need to talk to him. I just need a minute.” Dean sighed.

“What’s going on with you Dean?”

“It’s just when Sam mentioned the dreams about the demon, it hit me. I realized that if I hadn’t been so stubborn about keeping his memories from him… then he would have known the dreams were more than dreams. Sam would have been more prepared- we would have been more prepared for this attack. I messed up Bobby, messed up big.” Dean’s face was full of misery.

“Maybe, maybe not. What if Sam took the information from the dreams and went after the demon by himself? As driven as Sam has been I wouldn’t have put it past him.”

“No way, we’re a team.” Dean tried to sound convincing but Bobby could see the doubt in his face.

“Like I said, maybe. The thing here is to remember that neither of you are at fault. This all started with the Yellow Eyed Demon and his legacy is the Winchester misery. You shouldn’t have kept Sam’s memories from him and he shouldn’t have kept the dreams to himself. Both of you had your reasons. Reasons that you felt were in each other's best interests.” Bobby sighed, both of those boys were too stubborn for their own good.

Dean smirked. “We’re both a pain in your ass, huh?”

“To put it mildly. So Dean do me a favor, go back in there and reassure Sam. I’ll let him know that while I was gone I found a reversal ritual for the demon amnesia and we’ll move forward.”

“You don’t think I should tell him that I kept the ritual from him?” Dean looked confused.

“What good is it going to do? If you bring it up, you'll have to bring up the reasons, the deal , and that’s just going to make the boy mad. Let’s get the kid's memory back, and move forward. Sam’s going to be pissed enough when he realizes he’s been out of the game for a month.” Bobby grimaced with the last statement.

Dean nodded. “Yeah, he is.”

“But I have some notes on stuff I’ve found out about the deal, so at least he’ll know I was working on it while he couldn’t.” Bobby hoped that would be enough to appease the younger Winchester.

“He’ll still be pissed, especially if he remembers the past month and me keeping the deal from him.”

“Yeah well, let's get back to the boy, he was really anxious to talk to you and passed out trying to get to outside.”

Dean jumped up. “And you're just now telling me? Damn it.”

“He's fine just weak.”

“I'll determine that!.” Dean spat back as he entered the house.

-0-

Dean was upset to see that Sam was unconscious.

Bobby had reassured him that Sam was just sleeping.

The fact that the kid's color was good and that he seemed to be breathing as in a deep sleep made Dean breath easier.

Taking a calming breath, he sat down in the easy chair next to the couch and waited for his brother to wake up. He now would have time to think over what he was going to tell Sam.

About an hour later, Sam stirred from the deep sleep that had taken him.

“Dean?” Sam was sitting up on the couch with sleepy eyes staring at him.

“Hey Sammy, so about my disappearing act earlier.” Dean decided to get the unpleasantness out of the way.

“Uh, can I ask what that was about?” Sam’s face was scrunched up in confusion as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.

“It hit me how close I came to losing you. I needed some air.” Dean swallowed hard. It wasn’t like he was lying to the kid. He was just keeping the 'feeling guilty that my actions almost caused me to lose you', part from Sam.

“Yeah, you did get pale, like a girl.” Sam smirked.

“Whatever, you’re the one who fainted like a girl.” Dean returned the smirk.

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

Bobby cleared his throat, interrupting their brotherly banter. “So Sam, you feeling better?”

Dean took that moment to really look Sam over and was happy to see the boy had more color.

Sam sighed. “Yeah, I’m better.”

Bobby nodded. “Good, I’m gonna get you something to eat so we don’t have to pick you up off the floor again and then we need to talk.”

Dean could tell that Sam was curious about Bobby’s statement but remained quiet as the elder hunter left the room. To be honest, Dean was curious too, but knew better than to interrupt Bobby’s plans with questions.

-0-

Sam was feeling a bit out of it physically, but mentally he was in a better place. Dean admitting to why he had taken off earlier had been a relief.

Now Sam was puzzled, he knew something was up with Bobby’s cryptic 'we need to talk' statement.

Sam found himself struggling to eat a bowl of soup in order to find out what Bobby and Dean were up too. He could tell Dean was in on the ‘secret’ by the concerned glances he kept getting.

He had made it half way through the tomato soup when he pushed it away. “I'm done.”

Dean smirked. “Samantha you barely ate half.”

Sam pouted. “Not hungry Dean.”

Bobby grumbled at them. “Boys don’t start. Sam ate half so that’s okay for now. I imagine his stomach is sore.”

Sam now returned Dean’s smirk. “Yeah my stomach’s sore.”

Dean just rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

Sam couldn’t keep his curiosity at bay in longer, so he spoke up. “Bobby you said we needed to talk?”

Bobby nodded as he took Sam’s food tray and sat it down on the coffee table next to the couch.

Bobby settled in one of the two over worn easy chairs near the couch. Dean was in the other.

The older hunter cleared his throat and then spoke. “I want to clear the air here. Both of you are all too willing to play the blame game over what happened today. Well that ends now, it was the demon's fault, accept it and move on. Get my drift?”

Sam swallowed hard. He still felt guilt over the attack but knew from Bobby’s tone the man meant business.

“Yes sir.” Sam replied quietly.

Bobby then turned his attention to Dean, glaring at him he spoke. “Dean?”

Dean’s eyes went wide and he spoke. “Yes sir.”

Bobby nodded satisfied. “Good. No more of this yakking like girls over whose fault the attack was, we move on.”

Sam nodded. “Uh, is that all you wanted to talk about?”

Sam could tell that Bobby was holding something back by how uneasy the man seemed.

“Sam, while I was on my trip, I received a call from a hunter friend, Joshua. It seems he ran across some other hunters who had dealt with this group of demons and their demon amnesia spell. He sent me the ritual and potion to reverse it. So we can cure you now Sam.” Bobby gave Sam a warm smile.

“Oh, wow. Really?” Sam watched as Bobby nodded an affirmative. “So uh, when can we do this?”

“I was thinking we should give you a couple of days to heal. Some of these rituals can take a lot out of a person.”

Sam glanced at Dean who was pale and quiet. He could tell something was bothering him.

Dean’s reaction had Sam on edge too. The idea of doing any kind of ritual was worrisome. As much as Sam wanted his memories back, the idea of letting go of his control and trusting a demon potion and ritual scared him.

Sam gave Bobby a faint smile. “Sounds good Bobby, though I’d be lying if I told you the whole notion of doing a ritual didn’t make me nervous.”

Dean spoke up then. “Sammy, I promise that nothing bad is going to happen. I know the idea of a ritual is scary especially considering you have no memory of ever doing one before.”

Sam couldn’t help but interrupt. “No Dean, the problem is I have this pseudo dream memory of the original ritual, and then the memory that Mara forced me to remember when she attacked me.”

Dean tensed in his seat. “What? You didn’t tell me about that.”

Sam took a deep calming breath. “There hasn’t been time to tell you everything that happened.”

“Sammy, now would be a good time to share.” Dean’s tone went from shock to concern.

“When I got to the pond, Mara was there and so strong. I couldn’t fight her off. She pinned me to a tree, and then seemed surprised that I didn’t have my memories back yet.” Sam took a moment to calm himself, thinking back to the attack that was so recent was bringing back the fear he had felt.

As if sensing Sam’s dilemma , Dean spoke. “It’s okay Sam, take your time, she can’t hurt you anymore.”

Sam glanced over at his brother and then Bobby. Both men were giving him sympathetic smiles.

It took a moment but once Sam had a handle on his emotions he continued. “She said that she'd give me one of the memories back, and then she placed her hand on my forehead. God the pain was so intense, it was like she was physically pushing the memory into my head.”

“Sammy, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.” Dean whispered out.

“It’s okay, really Dean, like Bobby said we need to let go of our guilt.” It was Sam’s turn to give his brother a reassuring smile.

Bobby cleared his throat. “So Sam, what memory did she force you to remember?”

Sam closed his eyes and concentrated. “It was like the last dream they had planted. Uh, I was at the hospital surrounded by people in robes. Mara was in a black robe and she cut her arm and mine to bind us together. I remember the pain that I felt when our arms joined together. It was so intense and then she said something like…Once we share blood you will belong to me Sam.”

“Jeesh Sam, I can understand you not wanting to face another ritual.” Dean’s voice was emotional.

Sam opened his eyes and gave Dean a small smile.

“Well son, I don’t think we have to worry about the binding part of the ritual that she performed. With Mara being dead, you’re no longer bound to her.” Bobby’s voice was reassuring.

Dean gave Bobby a questioning look. “So didn’t the other hunter that they used this on have to go through the binding ritual reversal?”

Bobby nodded. “Yeah, they had to do a ritual where they purified him and severed the connection. We’re lucky, with the demon being dead we won’t have to do that. So Sam there will be no blood involved with the reversal.”

Sam let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. After hearing that the ritual wouldn’t be like the one he remembered, Sam knew he could face this. He was ready to take his memories back.
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