Memory loss (SPN fanfic)

the beginning

He awoke in a strange place. In his mind, he took into account all the things he saw. He saw red brick walls, a soggy ceiling dripping little water droplets onto the cold, wet cement floor. He saw metal pillars about every 10 meters or so. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, He slowly stood up, listening to the echoes of the water droplets as they hit the floor. He couldn't tell what time it was, and He didn't remember what day it was either. Worst of these however, He couldn't even remember his own name. The man began searching for anything that could tell him where to go next. In his left pocket, he found a key with a number and one letter written by the keywhole. He read aloud, "23a." He squished his eyebrows together, and pondered what this could be. He made another list of things that could use a key, but would also have a number. First He thought, "Storage unit? Or maybe a Motel room?" It was at that moment he saw a shadow out of the corner of his eye.

He decided his best move ought to be to find an exit. After many alternating right and left turns, opening then closing doors the man finally saw a beam of a soft light. He walked toward it then found a very old door with a rusty copper handle. Hoping this to be his way out, he pulled the door open. The fresh air felt good on his face. He thought about what he saw. He saw people walking up and down the streets. He saw a café, some clothing stores, and little businesses. He looked for a street sign and saw "Tuscany Street." Following his instincts, he walked into the café, seating himself. Catching a glimpse of his waitresses name tag, he made out the name "Rebecca." When Rebecca returned, the man asked, "Have we met before?" The waitress replied telling him "Well sure! You're the man who accompanies those two handsome gentlemen. You know, the tall one who never gets any meat and the other who always orders pie!"

"Excuse me for a minute."

He walked into the bathroom then looked in the mirror. The man studied his features. He had dark brown hair that almost looked black. He had soft blue eyes, a wide mouth, and a small nose. The man thought he didn't look all that bad. He was wearing black slacks, a white shirt with a black tie, but over all this, a beige trench coat.

He hadn't realized this earlier, but he felt... weird. different. The man walked out of the café, then onto the street, causing many cars to swerve and slam their breaks. While getting yelled at by angry drivers, he slowly turned in a circle. He now heard voices in his head. Or were they even in his head at all?The voices were male. Once he heard the voice, he felt a pang of love and loyalty, and visions of a man with freckles and green eyes came into view. The visions were of the two laughing in a car with a tall man who had long brown hair. The next displayed the green eyed man giving him a long and passionate hug. Finally, the last was of the green eyed man smiling and laughing. All at once the man's world started spinning, then it went black.