What if Sam and Dean didn't get their memories back?
"I've never had so much fun in my whole life?" Dean said as he grabbed out a first aid kit for him and his new friend Sam.
"Me neither. We should keep doing this," Sam said.
"Yeah, right. We could be like the ghostfacers," Dean joked.
"No, I'm serious. There have to be other ghosts out there, we could save a lot of people," Sam pressed.
"What? You mean quit our jobs and hit the road? How would we live?" Dean asked. He was a businessman. This made no sense.
"Confession," Sam said.
"What?" Dean asked warily.
"You know those dreams I told you I was having? About ghosts? Well, I was hunting them….with you. We were these hunters and we were friends." He paused, realizing that wasn't quite right. "More like brothers."
"It's over. The ghost is dead. We go back to our regular lives," Dean said.
"This isn't you. You're not some corporate douche bag. I know you," Sam insisted. And he knew it. Deep down, he knew that he had known this man his whole life. Why he couldn't remember, he didn't know.
"You don't know me. I think you should leave," Dean said.
The Next Day
Sam was sitting in his cubicle wondering what the point was. His phone rang. He just stared at it. It was going to be that same idiot with the printer problem. How many times did he have to be told to turn it off and then turn it on again? The phone kept ringing and ring. He picked up the fire poker he had used on the ghost last night and swung it against the phone. Then he swung again and again and again. All the other techs had stopped what they were doing to stare. "I quit," he said. Pretty obvious, since he would be fired if he didn't.
Dean was working on his newest account.
"Got a minute?" the President of the company asked.
"Of course," Dean said.
"I've been hearing good things about you."
"Thank you," Dean answered. It was always good if the President of a company took notice of you.
"I think you're on the fast track of success. How does vice-president of sales for the Midwest division sound?"
"That sounds great," Dean beamed. He wasn't quite 30 years old. This was quite the accomplishment.
"Well, it won't be easy. You'll have to work weekends, through lunch, but I think by this time next year, you'll be ready."
"Thank you, sir," Dean beamed, picturing his portfolio bouncing back with the extra investing he would be able to do.
Sam tried to figure out his next step. He needed to learn more about hunting. He decided to start with the Ghostfacers. It had been really lucky that Dean had found that website. They seemed like they really knew what they were talking about and he was sure they would want to help him.
Dean remembered what that guy Sam had said. He had asked when he had last talked to his family because his fiancee's number was a vet's office. He pulled out his phone to call.
Dean was confused. That certainly sounded like his father, but his father was a retired insurance agent, not a salvage guy.
"Dad?" Dean asked.
Bobby was confused. Why would Dean call him dad? "Dean, is that you?"
"You know I think of you like a son, but you've never called me dad before. Why are you doing it now?" Bobby asked.
"I think something weird is going on."
What else is new? "Like what?"
"I don't know. It all happened when I met this guy named Sam."
"Sam? Your brother?" This was getting very strange.
"What are you talking about? I don't have a brother, just a sister," Dean didn't know what was going on, but his father was acting very strangely.
"This Sam. Is he tall, brown long hair, brown eyes?"
"Yeah, you know him?"
"He's your brother."
Sam knocked at the garage door where he had tracked the Ghostfacers to. The one with the beard opened the door.
"What are you doing here?" he yelled.
Sam was surprised. He didn't know these guys, why was he being so hostile? "I want to learn how to hunt ghosts," Sam said.
"What?" Ed asked. As much as he hated to admit it, the Winchesters knew more about ghosts than he and Harry did.
"I found your website and took care of this ghost. I want to keep doing it, but I think I need to learn more stuff first," Sam explained.
"Who is it?" Harry asked, wondering what was taking Ed so long.
"It's Sam Winchester," Ed answered.
"My last name's Wesson." Wait a minute, he never said his name. And weren't these guys complaining about the Winchesters?
Ed let Sam in. It was cold out and if they were going to continue this stupid conversation, they should do it inside.
"He says he wants us to teach him how to hunt ghosts," Ed said.
"Is this some kind of a joke? Where's Dean?" Harry asked.
"Dean Smith?" Sam asked.
"No. Dean Winchester. Your brother," Harry said.
"I don't have a brother," Sam said tentatively, remembering his dreams. "I think something weird is going on. You think we've met before?" Sam asked.
"We've met twice," Harry said. "Once in West Texas. There was a haunted house, but the ghost turned out not to be a ghost. To tell you the truth, we're not entirely sure what happened there. You guys weren't very forthcoming. The second time was in New York. There was a house haunted by a ghost every leap year. A member of our team got killed. We have to admit you guys saved the rest of us, but you destroyed our footage, so we're kind of pissed."
Sam wasn't sure what he should do next. Apparently, Dean was his brother and they both already knew how to kill ghosts. But they both remembered different lives. How would they get their memories back?
Dean pulled into Singer Salvage following the directions his father had given him. Except that apparently he wasn't his father, his mother wasn't his mother, and he didn't have a sister. He had a push brother who wanted to hunt ghosts.
"Dean," Bobby said as he came out to greet him. "Glad you could make it. We'll straighten all this out."
Dean wasn't sure he wanted to straighten this out. He was on the fast track in his career, making good money. The life he had forgotten seemed better left forgotten. Yes, he had fun hunting that one ghost, but he was pretty sure the thrill would wear off quickly.
"Do you know where Sam is?" Bobby asked.
"No idea. He quit and left the day after we killed the ghost. He didn't leave a forwarding address or anything."
"I tried his cell phone, but whatever took your memories probably switched your phones so nobody could call you," Bobby reasoned.
"OK, so I guess we can't find him," Dean said.
Bobby realized this might be harder than he thought. The Dean he knew wouldn't just give up on finding Sam just because they didn't know how.
"What do you know about him?" Bobby sighed. He had to get into "new" Sam's head.
"I thought you knew him," Dean said.
"I know Sam like I know you, which right now is not at all," Bobby tried to explain, wondering if that sounded as stupid out loud as it did in his head.
"He said he moved because he broke up with his fiancée Madison, and he called her and he got an animal hospital. He worked in tech support and he was having weird dreams about ghosts and vampires."
Bobby almost chuckled over the animal hospital. Someone had a sense of humor. Where else would you find a dead werewolf? There wasn't much there to tell him where Sam might go, though.
"He wanted to continue hunting ghosts?" Bobby confirmed.
"Yeah, he said we could be like the Ghostfacers," Dean rolled his eyes.
"Ghostfacers?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah. We found an instructional website."
"Let's see it," Bobby said and headed in to the computer.
Dean typed in the address. Bobby watched. "You know these guys," Bobby said.
"I do?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Those annoying douchebags, the Winchesters, they keep talking about are you and Sam. I don't know where you ran into these idgits, but maybe Sam went to see them."
Ed and Harry finished telling Sam all the stuff that he had told them. This was kind of messed up. If they could get him on their side as far as the TV show, he would be a real asset. They heard a knock on the door.
"It's the other one," Ed moaned back to Harry when he opened the door. "And an old guy."
"Watch it," Bobby growled. "Is Sam here?"
"Yeah," Ed said. There goes their asset.
"Dean," Sam said, surprised when he saw Dean along with some guy he didn't know. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you," Bobby answered. "Dean's your brother and you guys apparently have a memory problem."
"Yeah, these guys told me."
"How are we going to get our memories back?" Sam asked.
"You should probably figure out what took it away," Harry said.
"That's a good idea," said Bobby. "But we got no idea what you boys were doing when your memory got snatched."
"Maybe it was the ghost at the office," Dean suggested.
"No. If it was you would have probably got your memories back when he died. And what would you have been doing there in the first place? You wouldn't get those jobs just to hunt a ghost," Bobby decided.
Suddenly they heard a flapping behind them.
"Who are you?" Sam asked.
"Castiel. I'm an angel. A different angel took away your memories."
"Why?" Dean asked.
"It's a long story," Castiel said.
"Can you fix them?" Bobby asked.
"I can't undo the original memory erase that Zachariah placed on them, but I can do something else."
"What?" Sam and Dean asked together. They then gave each other odd looks.
"I can give you back all your memories in six days. The first day you'll have all your memories up until you were five, the second day until you were ten, and so on. You'll also physically be five, ten, fifteen, and so on."
"Well, that sounds like fun," Bobby grumbled.
"Cool," Ed said. "This could be fun to document."
"Yeah, let me set up the camera. Figure out how we should do this," Harry said.
"These two are annoying. Let's do this at Bobby's," Castiel said and touched Dean, Sam, and then Bobby on the head sending them to Bobby's house.
"How did we get here?" Dean asked.
Sam looked around. He didn't even know where here was. Castiel appeared and touched Sam and Dean again. "This will take effect tomorrow morning." With that Castiel disappeared again.
"Great. Maybe we should all get some sleep. I have a feeling tomorrow's going to be a long day."
Bobby showed Sam and Dean up to their room and went to his own room to go to sleep.