Hello Yesterday 6/?
Chapter 6
Ghosts and monsters were on thing, for some reason Sam had accepted them quite easily, maybe because he grew up with that knowledge at least according to Dean.
But visions? That was personal. Basically Dean was telling him that he wasn't normal, that this demon had done something to him. And that they had no idea what the plan behind it was. Only that Sam wasn't the only one.
When Sam asked about the others, Dean just told him that they had abilities as well but refused to tell him more. Sam let it drop for the moment but he was sure that there was more to it and that it wasn't good news.
However, by now he knew his brother well enough to know that he wouldn't get more out of Dean, at least for now. So he just filed it under things he'd need to come back to and changed the topic.
"I'm starving." Sam announced. "Breakfast?"
Dean eyed him for a second as if he could see right through his deflecting which he probably did.
"Sure." He didn't mention the soup Sam had earlier and went for the bathroom instead. "Just give me a minute."
Fifteen minutes later they were in the car, heading for the diner Dean had gotten their dinner from. Sam couldn't care less where they went, his mind was buzzing with the new information. He would believe the visions when he got one and if he was honest he was kinda curious but for now he tried to not think too much about it. Just like his memories he couldn't force it and had to wait for things to happen. And just like his memories his visions kept him waiting.
The diner wasn't packed and they got a booth in the back. Sam slit in his seat opposite from Dean and had a look around. It was a diner like million others, nothing special about it. The rich aroma of fresh coffee filled the air along with the sweet warmth of pancakes. Blueberry pancakes were today's special Sam learned from a sign behind the counter and his stomach gave an approving grumble. At least the breakfast question was settled with that.
Returning his attention to Dean he noticed that his brother was watching him like a hawk.
"No memories." Sam knew what he was waiting for. "But I have the feeling that this is not my first time having breakfast at a diner."
"We usually eat out." Dean took a sip from his coffee. "You okay? Did you take your meds before we left?"
That wasn't really what he was asking here, Sam knew that.
"I'm fine." And he wasn't only referring to his headache which barely counted as one today. He did feel good.
Dean nodded to that and before he could say something their waitress was there to take their orders.
Sam ordered the pancake special which got him an amused glance from Dean.
"What?" He asked when the waitress left. "Not my usual breakfast?"
"It's not that. You do eat pancakes. On occasion." Dean confirmed. "You just usually go for a short stack."
"Oh." Sam made but then he shrugged. "I skipped dinner last night and only had the soup earlier, I'm hungry."
"Hey." Dean raised his hand in defense. "Not complaining over here. I'm telling you for years that you should eat more."
A few minutes later their meals arrived. Biting back his laughter Sam took in the sight in front of him. Then he made the mistake and looked over to Dean. Their eyes met and they burst out laughing.
"Can you even see over that?" Dean brought the words out between harsh breaths, gasping for air.
"Barely." Shaking Sam held his stomach, trying to at least keep it down enough to not draw too much attention. He wiped tears from his eyes and reached for the fork, a determined look on his face.
"Go for it, tiger." Dean cheered him on, stifling a laugh behind his fist.
They needed a few minutes to compose themselves because every time their eyes met, a new wave of laughter shook through them.
Somehow they did manage to eat their breakfast but just like Dean had predicted Sam didn't even made it half-way through his pancake mountain. Which totally was because of his gimp arm. How was he supposed to eat properly handicapped like this?
But if he was honest, it didn't bother him that much. Most of the time he could almost forget that his arm was broken as well. As if he was used to it.
"Yeah." Dean made when he mentioned it. "You broke your arm not long ago."
"How did that happen?"
"Zombie chick." Dean grinned at him. "You're just too fragile."
"I've looked at myself in the mirror." Sam countered and followed Dean out of the diner. "Fragile is not the first thing coming to mind." If he was honest, he had been shocked how tall he was and how much muscle he hid under those layers of clothes.
"I bet." Dean gave him a meaningful glance in the general direction of his groin.
"Get your mind out of the gutter." Sam playfully slapped his shoulder.
Sam didn't say it but this little trip had sucked out all his energy and when he sank into the passenger seat he had to suppress a content sigh.
"We should go back to the motel." Dean said and started the car. "It's still early, you can take a nap before we go to see Doc Marshal."
"I'm not a baby, I don't need a nap." Sam protested halfheartedly. Maybe not napping but stretching out on the bed, that sounded good. And if he drifted off to sleep it totally wouldn't count as a nap.
"You said the same thing when you were two."
"You're just making this up because I can't remember."
"Sure."
The banter felt good, natural, like a thing brothers would do. Like something he'd done all his life. Sam was too tired to chase after the memories hidden behind that feeling, knowing that it would be a lost cause anyway.
Sitting next to Dean with the music blaring out of the speakers Sam couldn't help but wonder how easily he'd accepted Dean as his brother. He just really wished he could remember him, he seemed to be an awesome guy.
Back at the motel Sam did fall asleep only minutes after he'd kicked off his shoes and stretched out on the bed.
Dean woke him in time for his appointment to which Sam was looking forward with mixed feelings. He felt good so he was pretty sure that there was nothing to worry about physically but so far his amnesia problem hadn't changed in the slightest. By now he'd expected to at least get some flashbacks or dreams or something, anything, but all he got was dark emptiness when he tried to think of anything from before Dean had woken him up in that hospital bed. Okay, once or twice he had the feeling of familiar as if he'd seen or done something before but it never went beyond a vague feeling.
"Sam." Doctor Marshal greeted first him and then Dean with a warm smile. "How do you feel?"
"Good." He answered truthfully and felt both, Dean and Doc Marshal, watching him closely. "My head feels better."
"That's good but I'd like to do a few tests just to make sure."
Sam nodded to that. He felt good but that didn't mean that there wasn't something going on in his head. Cranial bleeding had been one of the things the doctor had been worried about earlier.
"Something you can do for his memory?" Dean asked despite the fact that she had stated the other day that there was nothing they could do to help Sam there. But Sam had the feeling that Dean wasn't the wait and see kind of guy.
"I'm sorry." She shook her head. "But if he comes back clear from the tests he's free to go." She turned back to Sam. "You need to rest but you don't have to do that here. I suggest a familiar environment, people and places you know. But don't push it." The last bit was directed at both of them. "It would be best if Dean explained it to the people you'll have around beforehand. And make sure they don't come on too strong, this is going to be overwhelming enough for Sam."
"Of course, Doc." Dean nodded with an earnest expression and Sam could already picture him as some kind of watchdog who would protect him from overbearing people. With a gun if necessary.
They did the tests and the doctor seemed satisfied with the results.
"You should see a doctor for your arm in three weeks, sooner if you have problems with it. Finish the pills you have and then use these if you need them." She gave him the prescription for a milder pain reliever. "And Sam." She locked eyes with him. "If you get symptoms like a bad headache, nausea, double vision or anything like that …"
"I'll drag his ass to the next ER." Dean promised.
"I see you're in good hands."
"I am." Sam said. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Dean beaming to that and he bit back a smile.
"Good luck, Sam." They shook hands and with that he was free to go.
They didn't talk on their way back to the motel, each of them lost in their own thoughts.
"What do you want to do now?" Dean asked when they were back in their room.
"Now or in the long run?" Sam shrugged off his jacket and sat down at the table. He could go for another nap but for now he was content with just sitting here.
"Both." Dean took a seat as well. "For today I'd suggest we order in, watch a movie and I'll tuck you in after you've fallen asleep twenty minutes in."
Sam glared at him but couldn't deny that that would have been his idea for the evening as well. Except for the tucking in part.
"And for the long run?" Sam asked. He knew they didn't have a place they called home so sticking to familiar places like Doctor Marshal had suggested would be difficult.
"That's up to you. We can stay here for a little while longer if you want." Dean shifted and Sam knew there was something on his mind. "Or I was thinking we could visit Bobby. We spent a lot of time at his place when we were little."
Sam only knew the man from Dean's stories but the way his brother had talked about him he was curious to meet him.
"I'd like that."
"Sweet, I'll give him a call that we're coming." Dean reached for his phone but then paused. "You want to talk to him? He'd like to hear your voice."
"No." The word came out harsher than intended but Sam wasn't ready to talk to a stranger who apparently knew him. "I'd rather wait till I see him." He added in a softer tone.
After Dean had made the call, Bobby seemed to be really worried about Sam and was happy to have them over for a while, they settled in for a lazy evening.
Early the next morning they packed the car and were ready to go before nine. It would take them at least two days to get to Bobby and Sam was looking forward to the trip. According to Dean they spent a lot of time in the car and he was hoping that this trip would shake loose some memories.
They left the parking lot and neither of them noticed the car parked on the other side of the street. Or the man inside, watching them.
Chapter 7
Masterpost