A/N- So, this is my first attempt at an actual story, not just a bunch of one shots. I'm quite excited, although I'm not exactly sure what my plan with this is. Hopefully, it'll just come to me. I have no idea how long this is going to be or whatnot. Anyway, I hope this first chapter interests you guys, and please please please review so I know whether or not to continue this or not!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except… actually, I own nothing.
Lost In An Abyss Of Memories
That was the first thought that registered in Dean's mind. It was goddam freezing.
Eyes still closed, Dean began to move his body. He was lying down on some kind of floor that was hard, pressing into Dean's back. His throat was sore, possibly from breathing in the freezing air. His body, his feet, his limbs; they were all numb. Dean began to force his eyes open, trying to see where he was. The last thing he remembered was going outside to grab something from the impala, then… nothing.
The first thing Dean saw when he opened his eyes was his own breath, a white cloud hovering in the air above him. Struggling to sit up, Dean pressed his palms against the floor, and realised it was concrete, or to be more specific, pavement. Glancing around revealed a very strange fact; he was lying down on a footpath. But how did I get here, Dean wondered silently. He didn't recognise his surroundings, or any of the houses, which meant he wasn't near any of the areas they had been investigating the past few days. A thought dawned on Dean suddenly. Where's Sammy?
Dean rose to his feet slowly, his body aching for unknown reasons. His tongue flicked out to lick his dry lips, and then winced; his lips were freezing, and the sudden warmth actually hurt. From where he was standing, Dean could see a street of houses in front of him, and the same behind. He looked for any street signs, but there were none nearby. Cursing, Dean began to walk up the street, trying to find a clue as to where he was. As he walked, he realised just how sore his muscles were, and also registered a sharp pain on his right side. He glanced down at it and was startled to see blood. I don't remember getting hurt, Dean thought slowly. He continued walking, getting more and more paranoid and uncertain. What the hell happened to me, Dean questioned silently. He suddenly let out a gasp and dropped to his knees as the pain in his side increased dramatically. Looking down, he saw the bloodstain was spreading. Dean hesitated for a moment, unsure what to do, before he mentally hit himself. Cell phone!
Still berating himself, Dean's hand fumbled around in his pocket until he located his phone. He flipped it open, and was startled to see the date. 20th? But it was the 18th before… Dean's mind began to grow hazy from confusion and pain. Sammy. Gotta call Sammy. Fingers trembling now, Dean went to contacts and started to scroll down when his phone began to ring in his hands. The ID said 'Sam'. Pressing the answer button, Dean brought the phone to his ear.
"Dean? Dean?!" Sam's voice started to go higher. "Where the hell have you been, I've been calling you for the past two days!" Dean was slightly surprised to hear the pure panic in Sam's voice.
"Are you with a girl? Couldn't you at least have the decency to tell me you were going to be gone for 2 freaking days before you disappear?"
"What, Dean? What's your excuse?"
"I-I don't know."
Sam immediately quietened down. He could hear the note of fear in Dean's voice, however small it might be.
"Dean, where are you?"
"I don't know."
"What's that mean?"
"It means I woke up on some random street with no clue how I got here!"
"Ok Dean, calm down. Just… are there any street signs near you or anything?"
"I…" it was then that Dean realised he had walked up to a street sign before collapsing.
"Yeah, it's… Pitts street."
"Pitts street? Dean, that's like… halfway across town." Sam said after checking on a map.
"That's…unh…." Dean's voice trailed off into a groan as the pain in his side increased again.
"Dean? Dean, what happened?"
"Dean, are you hurt?" Sam's voice was beginning to get frantic again.
Dean picked up on the serious tone.
"I… I think I injured my side somehow. I don't know how, but it's bleeding."
"Like… think of that beer you spilled a while back."
"That much? Dean!"
"Stop yelling Sammy… making my head hurt."
Sam could sense Dean was slipping away. He grabbed the impala keys on the table and exited the room, heading for the impala.
"Ok Dean, I'm only about 15 minutes away. I need you to hold on, okay?"
"You still alright?"
"I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere without knowing how I got here, I have no-one to help me except for my puny-ass bro who's 15 minutes away, and did I also mention I'm bleeding without knowing why?"
"Geez Dean, you're grumpy when you have memory loss."
"Bite me, Sasquatch."
"And I'm taller than you."
Sam smiled at the usual comebacks issues, but the smile quickly left his face when he heard another low moan coming from the phone.
"I'm… all good, Sammy."
And then Sam heard a slight thump issuing from the phone.