Sammi and Sam's Supernatural Adventures

Remember Me

Since the amnesia was the only side effect I had, the doctors were confident that as long as all of my other tests checked out, I'd be able to go home after two days. Part of me was relieved to be getting out of the hospital, but there was another part of me that was scared because I couldn't remember anything about my life...and then there was Sam. I knew I felt safe when he was around, so as long as he was going to be by my side when I went home, I had a feeling that I would adjust perfectly fine. Two days after my surgery, the doctors gave the go ahead, and I was finally going home. Since I was still a little leery of everyone else, Sam had kept his promise and stayed with me the entire time, which meant he was going to be the one to take me home. "Are you ready for this?" he asked when we arrived at the house. "I don't think I have much choice," I replied. "Everyone has promised not to bombard you with questions or try to hug you," he told me. "We didn't want to overwhelm you, given the circumstances." "I appreciate that," I said. "Are the kids here?" "They're still in Florida with your stepmom," Sam replied. "We figured it would be best to let them stay there until you could at least remember them." I smiled and grabbed for his hand as we walked up the stairs and through the front door. I was greeted by a room full of friendly smiles, but nothing more. The first person I noticed just happened to by my brother. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but what happened to you?" I asked him. "You really don't remember anything?" he replied. "I'm sorry, but I don't," I told him. "It's ok, sis," he said. "I was paralyzed saving your son from a werewolf." "I knew werewolves were real!" I exclaimed. "I thought I was a little crazy for a moment there." "You are far from crazy, pumpkin," Dad said. "You could remember that werewolves are real, but nothing else?" Dean asked. "She's trying, Dean," Sam explained. "Don't try and rush her." "I'm sorry," Dean said. "I wasn't trying to rush anything. I'm actually intrigued at how our minds work because of Sammi's amnesia. Like how can someone remember one thing that doesn't seem so important, but can't remember their own name or the people they love. You know?" "Dean..." Sam started to say, but I cut him off. "Your brother is right," I said. "It is very peculiar how our minds work, especially in a situation like mine." "You remembered that Dean is my brother?!" Sam exclaimed. "Only because he kept calling you that at the hospital," I told him. "Right," Sam said, looking defeated. "I forgot about that." "Can someone please show me to my room?" I asked, looking directly at Sam. "I would like to try and get a little bit of rest." "Go ahead, Sam," Dad told him. "Get our girl upstairs and we'll take care of dinner tonight." "Thanks, Dad," Sam smiled. I took Sam's hand and we made our way up to the bedroom. As I was getting ready to lay down, I noticed a photograph in a frame sitting on the dresser. I picked it up and studied it, staring intently at the people in the picture. "Nana and Poppy," I said, more to myself than anything. I must have been a little louder than I thought, though, because Sam asked, "You remember who they are?!" "I could never forget my own grandparents, sweetie," I replied. "They DID raise me." "Oh my God!" Sam exclaimed. "Did you just call me sweetie???" "Duh, silly boy!" I smiled. "You're my husband, aren't you? The love of my life??" I saw a tear come to his eye as he picked me up and twirled me around in his arms before giving me a big kiss. When I was able to catch my breath, I asked him, "What was that for?" "Baby, you woke up from your brain surgery and couldn't remember any of us," he told me. "You thought me, Dean, and your dad were your doctors. And when I showed you a picture of the kids, you didn't even know they were yours." "Oh damn," I replied. "Amnesia??" "Yeah," he said. "It was pretty bad." "God, I feel awful," I told him. "Was I rude to anyone? Is anyone mad at me?" "Far from it, sweetheart," he assured me. "They were more worried about you than anything else." "I should have figured," I laughed. "I mean, we do have a pretty kick ass family." "That we do," he smiled. "And they will be so happy to know that your memory has returned." "Do we have to tell them right away?" I asked. "I feel like I could use a nap right now." Sam kissed me again and then helped me into bed, taking his place next to me, and positioning himself so I could use him as a pillow. I woke up hours later to the smell of dinner cooking downstairs. "Mmm," I commented. "Something smells amazing." "That would be eggplant parm," Sam said. "Your dad is cooking dinner tonight." "He makes some of the best food in the world," I told him. "He knows how much Marissa loves to cook, though, so he lets her have her fun. He's probably in his glory right now." "It is so good to have my wife back," Sam smiled, giving me another kiss. "Are you ready to go downstairs and face the rest of the family?" "Just try and stop me," I teased, jumping out of the bed and running toward the door. Sam joined the chase and we laughed all the way down to the living room, where Declan and Dean were watching TV. "Someone must've had a decent rest," Dean teased. "Anything beats sleeping in a hospital bed," I said. "You of all people should know that. It wasn't that long ago that you were in the hospital." Dean's face went blank as he shot a look over at Sam. Rather than say anything, Sam just smiled and nodded at his brother. Dean jumped up out of his chair and ran over to hug me. "You're back!" he exclaimed. "God, we missed you, princess." "Sam tells me that I was really out of it," I said, returning his embrace. "I didn't even recognize my own kids! That's pretty bad." "You had brain surgery, sis," Declan said. "There were bound to be side effects. You just wound up with one of the worst ones, that's all." "What's everyone getting all crazy about in here?" Dad asked as he came to join us. "Sammi remembers us," Dean smiled. "Are you messing with me right now, Dean?" Dad asked. "If you are, that would be seriously messed up." "He's not messing with you, Dad," I promised. "Now get over here and give me a hug." Dad's face lit up like a Christmas tree as he walked over to me and wrapped me up in his arms. "We were so worried about you, pumpkin," he said. "Thank God your memory wasn't lost forever. We would have dealt with it, of course, but I think the boys will agree with me when I say we just dodged a HUGE bullet." "Lord knows we don't need anymore of those flying around," I teased. "At least not right now. We've had so much happen in the last few months as it is." "Dinner is ready, by the way," Dad told us. "Let's go eat." As the boys all made their way into the dining room, I closed my eyes and said a quick "thank you" to my guardian angels. I knew I wasn't completely out of the woods yet, but having my memories back was a huge step in the right direction.