And Now for the Cosmic Egg's Next Trick (spn/gg)
“So you want us to just sit here with essentially doing nothing but holding our dicks in our hands, while he’s upstairs, probably calling the cops?” Dean Winchester asked his brother, who was looking out the window in the run down block.
“Dean, will you just give the guy five minutes?” Sam retorted.
“I said I would get you new underpants if that is the problem, okay?”
Sam sighed. “Fine, I’ll just go and….”
“No, we are not going up there. I don’t care if he got shot, we didn’t do it so we don’t have to feel guilty about it; sounds like gang related shit anyways. And I’m not the only one saying it; he said no to you helping him up to his place. He’s freaked out enough, and you trying to be you ain’t going to work. Best for all of us if we just put it behind us.”
“I’m not saying it isn’t,” Sam replied.
“Then what?”
“I don’t know, bad feeling I suppose.”
“Look, finding some guy with your face, I know it's really out there, especially for us considering he seems to be just a normal guy, but can we just chalk it up to one of those things?” Dean asked.
“And the fact he has your name?”
“What, Forester?” Dean asked. “Last time I checked, that wasn’t on my birth certificate.”
“You know what I mean,” Sam sighed.
“What do you mean? This is all just a big freaky coincidence!” he retorted.
Sam sighed again as Dean Forester came down out of the apartment building, before handing over a bag through the car window.
“Thanks.” Sam said to which his tall doppelganger gave him a quick nod before he started to try and limp away.
“Hey,” Dean Winchester said as both he and his brother got out of the car. “Look we appreciate that you said you wouldn’t call the cops until we left, and can understand that you don’t want us to know where you live.”
“Dean!” Sam said firmly.
“Come on Sam, it isn’t like he’s not trying to hide where he lives. He came out a different block than he went into and you know fine and well that he doesn’t live in that one either, probably picked that one ‘cause he couldn’t walk much further.”
“I’m sorry about my brother,” Sam apologized.
“I was just going to say that Forester here…the dude here has shown us that he’s got cojones, considering most people in this situation wouldn’t have thought of trying to throw us off his trail like that, let alone come back with your pants. So let's just get him back to the hospital and then we hit the interstate,” Dean argued.
“It’s fine, really,” Sam’s very pale double said before turning around to very slowly limp away. “I get it stupid mix up on your part. I’ll be fine.”
“Hey, at least let us make sure you get a cab?” Sam said as he flagged one down.
He winced in pain, before he nodded as Sam held up the car door open.
He took a moment before slowly limping over to the cab and getting in. Sam gave him a reassuring smile before handing the cab driver some money.
“Happy now that you got your stuff back?” Dean asked as Sam watched the cab drive off.
“Shut up Dean!” Sam said as his brother locked the car. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Dean said as he took a few steps down the street as Sam just stared at him.
“Come on, you were the one that got his address last time he passed out, so lets check the place out.”
“Thought you wanted to hit the interstate,”
“Well, you were the one that was curious, weren’t you? So let's get this over with so someone doesn’t turn into Mr. Pensive and Broody before we hit the city limits, and before the cops that he swore he didn’t call do their usual bang up job and respond - I’d say that gives us about a thirty minute minimum,” Dean said as he walked down the street.
“What the fuck happened?” Frank yelled as he and Ortiz walked through the trauma room door.
“I’m fine Frank, honestly. I’m a little groggy and in pain, but really, I’m fine,” Dean Forrester replied as the nurse tended to him.
“Fine? You look like someone took a bat to you, and you definitely didn’t look like that the last time I saw you,” Ortiz said.
“Well you were the one that left me unconscious and on my own,” Dean retorted. “But that doesn’t matter, I’m okay. Really, I’m fine.”
“Sure you are sir,” said the policeman who was standing there and had been taking notes prior to being interrupted by Dean’s friends.
Dean sighed. “Look, they let me go even though they must have known I’d be calling you guys the second I could. They said they were heading to the Interstate. That's all I can tell you, okay?”
“And you say that the man who abducted told you he wasn’t involved in the shooting you were originally admitted for?” the policeman asked.
“Yeah, and what are you doing about that?” Ortiz asked. “Or the guys who talked to me, when Dean first disappeared who you say you've never heard of?”
“That's being looked into, but can we talk about these brothers?”
“What brothers?” Ortiz asked as Dean rubbed his head.
“The people that grabbed me and then said it was a mistake.”
“A mistake? Look at you, man. You look like they put you through a blender!” Frank said.
“I fell out of the car.” Dean admitted all the while the policeman was continuing to write things down.
“Fell out of the car?” the policeman said as he raised a quizzical eyebrow.
“Yeah, I was so out of it, I fell out of the car.” Dean said slowly as the policeman began to usher Dean’s friends out of the room.
“What is going on?” Dean asked as the policeman came back into the room, with a serious look on his face. “I’m kinda the victim here, you know?”
“Look Mr. Forester, your story…”
“I know it sounds out there, but I gave you their names.”
“Yeah I know,” the policeman said seriously. “Sam and Dean Winchester.”
“And?” Dean said.
“Dean, you’ve been through a really rough deal today, and sometimes the little details get mixed up while you try and process the rest of the crap.”
“I remember their names or the names they used, the details maybe sketchy but I do remember that,” Dean said firmly. “Did you even bother to pass them on?”
“Sam and Dean Winchester were criminals wanted by the FBI.”
“So they are real?” Dean asked. “So you know I’m not making this up about them. And they are wanted? So what now, do I have to give another statement to the FBI?”
The cop took a breath, “No you don’t Dean. The Winchester brothers were killed in an explosion in a police station in Colorado.”
“What?” Dean asked.
“The medication you were given could have affected how you remember things, the details.”
“I remembered two guys who I never met who died in an explosion in a state I’ve never been to?”
“You could have seen that report on the news a couple of nights ago,” the policeman said. “One of those ‘Why do we pay taxes to the federal government for law enforcement because look at all the FBI fuck ups’ deals.”
“What?”
“As you said, you have a resemblance to Sam Winchester; the drugs you were on could have… I’ve seen it before Dean, your mind splits to protect yourself, disassociates, I think the term is.”
“What?”
“You see this guy on a news report, don’t realize that you’ve probably seen it; but then you’re going through hell so next thing it’s not happening to you. It’s happening to some guy that looks like you that really deserves it, while you’re standing there watching. Then when it’s over, it’s all a mistake. But that doesn’t change the fact that you remember everything that happened to you, even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself yet.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Dean, you wouldn’t be the first guy to go through this, you have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Ashamed of?” Dean was confused. “I got grabbed by an idiot, who you say is dead, who thought I was his brother. Then I fell out of his car.”
“Sure that's all that happened,” the policeman said trying to sound sympathetic, as the nurse hesitated in the background for a moment. “I understand that right now you might not want to face this. That in your head right now, Sam Winchester and his brother, even though you know weren’t responsible for you being shot, were responsible for what happened to you after you were taken from here. But we can get you a counselor who is specially trained to help men who have gone through things like this.”
“What? Help me through what I can only be described as the worse day ever, considering my work unit got broken into, I got shot, kidnapped by dead guys, fell out a car and then was stupid enough knock myself out by tripping over a power cord?” Dean asked confused as he winced a little in pain.
The policeman sighed, “Mr. Forester, Dean, you were abducted while you where unable to defend yourself and then ‘just let go’ a couple of hours later after obviously going through physical trauma.”
“Is that what you are calling it?” Dean said jokingly.
“You were out of it, you have nothing to blame yourself for and I can understand if you don’t want to think about this, but if something did happen and we can collect DNA...”
“DNA?” Dean asked turning to see the nurse holding a box. “Excuse me? Are you suggesting that…are you saying what I think you are saying?”
“I’m sorry to say it happens sir, even to active and fit guys like yourself, though not usually in similar circumstances,” the policeman said.
“Give me a break,” Dean exclaimed as he tried to hop off the treatment table he had been sitting on.
“Mr. Forester, you have nothing to blame yourself for,” the policeman said as he moved to steady Dean.
“You're way off base on this.”
“There is no reflection on you, if anything happened and if you don’t want to talk about it now, then fine. We’ll be here when you do.”
“But nothing happened, not in the way you are saying!” Dean protested. “And she is not coming near me with that kit!”
The policeman nodded to the nurse who backed off before turning to Dean. “Okay we get that you ain’t ready to admit it yet, but this guy must of thought you were an easy target and obviously you weren’t as from the looks of it you put up one hell of a fight when you ‘fell’ out of that car.”
“I understand how this all sounds but I wasn’t; I didn’t…nothing like what....what you think happened today didn't happen, okay?”
The police officer nodded before sighing. “Okay sir, if you say so. But that doesn’t change the fact that when you’re ready, that counselor will be there if you want it.”
Dean ran a tired hand over his bruised face as his shoulders fell. “Worse day ever!”
Chapter 3b