Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural only the OC's that I add.

Summary: Preseries, Sam is 20, Dean 24. Sam doesn't remember anything about his past. Will ever start to remember and will this pose a threat to the Winchesters?

Warnings: Language


Chapter 1

Sam woke up and looked around. He seemed to be in a field of some sort. The one thing is that he couldn't remember how he got there. He heard a growling sound and jerked to a sitting position.

"Wh-who's there?"

There was no answer but the growling got close. So Sam ran. He didn't know where he was going just that he needed to run. So he did. He kept running even with no clear plan in his mind. Suddenly he tripped. He could hear the growling getting closer. He tried to stand up but his ankle was hurting, so he tried to crawl but that didn't seem to work. Suddenly he saw the animal right above him.

Dean had followed the werewolf through the forest. He'd been tracking it all the day. He should have been out looking for Sam but his dad insisted that he take care of the werewolf before it killed anymore people. Suddenly he heard the growling of the werewolf and it sounded like it had closed in on its target. Dean ran and found the werewolf closing in on a boy.

"Hey!" Dean yelled.

The werewolf turned and Dean shot it right in the heart. The werewolf dropped dead.

"Silver bullets," Dean grinned.

Sam saw the man shot the creature and he freaked. Dean heard the boy scream and went to check on the kid and almost had a heart attack.


"Do I know you?"

"You don't remember me?"

Sam shook his head. Suddenly he passed out. Dean picked him up and carried him to the impala. Once he situated Sam in the passenger seat, he got behind the wheel and drove to the motel where he was staying at.

"Yeah, Dad, it's Sam."

Sam woke up in a bed confused at how he got there and where he was.

"No, I don't know."

Sam heard a voice and looked around. He saw the guy that rescued him from that animal. He must have brought me here, Sam thought to himself.

"Dad, look, its Sam. He's not a demon. I am sure of it."

Demon? Sam sat up to get a closer look at his rescuer.

Suddenly Dean turned around, "Uh, Dad I gotta go. He's waking up." Dean hung up the phone and turned to Sam, "Hey kiddo, how do you feel?"

Sam sat up some more, "Uh, fine I guess, thanks. What was that thing?"

"Werewolf, Sammy. C'mon you mean to tell me that you forgot?"

"How do you know my name? And it's Sam, not Sammy."

"Dude, are you telling me you don't remember me?"

Sam shook his head.

"It's me. Dean."

"Thank you Dean for your help, but I need to go now," Sam said getting off the bed.

"Wait a sec, Sam. You honestly don't remember me?"

"Should I?"

"Yeah, Sam. I'm your brother."


Dean nodded.

"No, that doesn't make sense. I don't have a brother, do I?"

"Me. Sam, dad and I have been searching for you for years. Where the hell have you been?"

Sam shook his head, "This doesn't make sense."

Dean looked at Sam curiously, "Sam, what's the last thing you remember?"

"Waking up in the forest with that…thing after me. Then you came and saved me."

This is not good. "Sam, what do you remember before that? Like your past?"

Sam sat back down on the bed. He thought hard, but his mind kept coming up blank, "Nothing. I can't remember."


"'m sorry," Sam mumbled.

"Its okay, Sam, we'll figure this out. I promise," Dean said.


"Are you hungry?"

Sam nodded.

"Okay, stay here I am gonna run up to the diner that's up the street and grab you something to eat."


Dean grabbed his keys and left the room. Sam laid back down on the bed.

Dean got into the impala and pulled out his cell phone and dialed his father's number. He got the answering machine.

"Dad, it's me. Listen, something is wrong with Sam. He doesn't remember us. I don't know what happened, but I think maybe you should come here. You know where I am." Dean hung up the phone and proceeded to the diner.

"Hey, cutie. What can I get you?" The waitress asked.

"Let me get a cheeseburger, fries, a salad, and two cokes. To go."

The waitress nodded and left. Ten minutes later, Dean was heading back to the motel room.

"Sam?" He called as he opened the door.


"Hey, got you a salad and a coke," Dean said handing him a bag and the coke.

"How'd you know I like salad?"

"Duh, you're my brother. What don't I know about you?"

Sam nodded and dug into his salad. "Are you really my brother?"

"Yup. You're name is Samuel Winchester, Sam for short. You were born on May second, nineteen eighty three. Dude, you really don't remember?"

Sam took a sip of the coke and shook his head, "No. I don't remember anything other than waking up in the field."


Sam finished his salad and Dean finished his burger and fries.

"Well, why don't you get some rest, Sam. Maybe things will look differently in the morning."

"But, there's only one bed. Where are you gonna sleep?"

"I'll sleep on the floor."

"No. We can sleep on the bed together."

"I don't want to freak you out."

"I'll be fine."

Dean nodded and climbed on the bed next to Sam.