Britney wrapped her arms around herself. It was a cool night in San Francisco. Her jacket was buttoned up and she hid her face up to her nose in her jacket to warm herself up. Her hair blew in the wind making it knottier then ever. She just wanted to get home.

As she looked towards the ground she bumped into someone, "I'm sorry," she said looking up, hazel eyes meeting her blue ones. She gave him a small apologetic smile before going on her way. She looked back at him to see him leaning against the building. He had a leather jacket on and biker boots and a guess to where he came from was the bar that she had to walk by every night to get home. The man looked back up at her as he pulled out his cellular device and she quickly looked away.

"Hey baby," said a guy coming out of the bar.

She just looked at him with a couple of his buddies walking out behind him and looked away.

"Come on don't be like that," he said and she heard him following her behind the building. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" He grabbed her arm pushing her into the building. She could smell the booze on all three men.

"Please just let me go," she said, "You don't want to hurt me. Ok?"

The one man that held her laughed, "Don't worry sweetheart, we aint gonna hurt you."

"Yeah we just want to play with you," said the one that moved to her side and started playing with her hair.

"No please," she begged but the one in front of her ripped open her jacket and forced her to turn around. They ripped her jacket off her as she fought with them. They slammed her head into the brick wall and she whimpered in pain. "Somebody help me!" She screamed and one of the men put their hand over her mouth and she started crying. She felt her jeans start to loosen as she continued to fight.

"Hey!" yelled someone and the three men looked behind them.

"What do you want?" asked one of the men.

"Oh look it's the prince of pool," said the one holding Britney against the wall.

"You want your money back?" asked the man, "I'll give you your money back but let her go."

"I don't know…doesn't seem like a fare trade. She was asking for it."

"I'm only gonna say this again, let her go." Britney and the man made eye contact and that's when she noticed it was the man she bumped into earlier.

"Or what boy?" asked one of the men. The two walked over to him and Britney thought he had no chance. It was going to be three against one.

She watched a small smile play on his face, this guy was cocky, and she could see it. The next thing she knew the guy had the one on the ground after a punch in the face. The other he threw into the wall and punched his gut. The one that was holding Britney let her go and walked over to him with a bat.

"Watch out!" yelled Britney and the guy grabbed the bat and was able to bend it out of the guys hands as he kicked him to the ground. Britney looked behind the guy and saw one of the men standing up with a gun. "Behind you! He has a gun!"

The guy turned around and the one man shot at him. Britney screamed as the guy fell to the ground. The three men got up and hurried out of the alley.

Britney ran to the guy and kneeled next to him and put his head on her lap. His eyes were fluttering as he tried to keep them open. She felt something warm on her pants and noticed his head was bleeding and it began to rain.

"Stay with me alright," she said as she looked down at him, "What's your name?"

He didn't say anything at first as she grabbed her cell phone and dialed 911. "Stay awake alright! Stay with me!"

The guy looked up at her as she talked to the dispatch on the phone and saw tears falling down her face. He grabbed hold of her shirt pulling on it trying to get her attention before he fell unconscious. She looked down at him.

"D-Dean," he said barely audible to her ears as the sirens came closer to her.


He nodded as he closed his eyes. Britney shook his shoulders, "No…no please don't die because of me. No…wake up! Please Dean wake up!"


Dean opened his eyes and quickly closed them because of the whiteness of the room hurting his eyes. He groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. He was finally able to open his eyes and noticed he was in a hospital and didn't know how he got there…and he looked at his hands and everything…he didn't know who he was.

He heard movement next to him and saw a girl wrapped up in white blanket sitting in a chair next to him. He noticed the scratches on her forehead, her lip has a cut and a bruise was formed under her eye. He wondered what had happened.

Britney opened her eyes and yawned a bit. She looked at Dean and saw he was awake, "Oh shit, you're awake!" she sprang from the chair and right up to him, "You ok?"

"Uh…I don't know…who are you?"

"Um, we weren't really introduced when you were fighting those guys," she tucked some hair behind her ear, "I'm Britney, Britney Donnelly. And you said your name is Dean right?"

"It is?"

She looked at him confused, "Yeah…right before you passed out. Don't you remember?"

"No…I, I can't remember anything. Not even my name. Where am I?"

Britney stared at him with a blank expression on her face. "I'm going to get the doctor." Dean watched Britney run out and come back seconds later.

"He doesn't know who he is!" she yelled pulling the doctor in. The doctor stepped towards Dean and he looked at the wound on his head. Dean winced and looked up.

"What the hell is that? What is going on?"

"Dean you were shot in the head," said the doctor, "And appears you are suffering from amnesia."

"Amnesia?" asked Dean.

"Yes, you can't remember who you are let alone your birthday. You don't remember saving this poor girl's life?"

Dean looked at Britney who still had the shocked look on her face. He looked back at the doctor, "No, how long is this going to be?"

"Who knows? Amnesia can last from seconds to the rest of your life."

"So there's nothing you can do?" asked Britney.

The doctor shook his head, "No, I'm sorry we just have to let it run its course and hope that Dean gets his memory back."

Britney felt her heart drop as the doctor walked out. She sat in the chair and looked at Dean with tears in her eyes, "This is my entire fault. This never should have happened to you. I am so sorry Dean."

"What happened? How did I save your life?"

Britney wiped the tears and leaned her head on her fist, "Um, I was walking home from work like I do every night after work these men came out of the bar and followed me. They uh…" She looked away from him and he noticed how hard this was for her and wondered if he had gotten there in time, "Let's just say you came in the nick of time Dean but this is my entire fault."

"No, those men are who did this. Not you…I'll find a way to remember who I am. Someone has to know who I am." She nodded biting her lip. "You ok?"

"Uh, yeah…just this whole night has been a disaster…those monsters…"

The words monster triggered something in his brain and he spaced out. "I think dad wants us to pick up where he left off. Saving people, hunting things…the family business."


"Huh?" He shook his head and looked at her.

"You ok?"

"Yeah…I just felt like I just remembered something but it was blurry."

"Look," she said getting out of the chair, "The doctors want you to stay here till the morning to make sure there are no blood clots or anything from the bullet or any other possible injuries…but I told them you were like Batman coming in. You even grabbed a metal bat that was swinging at you," she laughed a little making Dean give her a small smile, "so…um I'm guessing you don't have a place to stay, no money or anything. I have an extra bedroom at my house and I will feel a lot better if you stayed at my house until you figured out everything. After all…this is partially my fault."

Dean thought about it for a moment. It was true he had nowhere to go…so he thought, he didn't have any money and hell, and he didn't know anything. He looked up at her, "Thanks."

She smiled at him, "I'll come get you in the morning."

"Thanks again, Britney."

"Don't thank me until we figure out who you are." She gave him one more smile before turning around and walking out the door.

Dean looked out the window biting his bottom lip. Where the hell was he? Who was he? And how the hell was he going to figure all this out.

Authors Note: I think I deserved to write a new story. After all I've been having writers block :( So sad. I hate writers block. Thanks to April, my mojo is slowly coming back. Hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter. More to come, please review.