Memories of You

Chapter 7

You didn't get a chance to speak or react. You heard some static at the end of the line. Then, your whole world came crashing down with only two words spoken.

"Y/N?"

"...Sam."

It was all you could to keep yourself from throwing up.

Sam remembered you. Sam wasn't supposed to remember you.

"Sweetie, talk to me..." Sam said after you didn't say anything else.

"...I can't."

"Why?"

Your only response was the sound of you hanging up on him.

"Y/N? Y/N?! Damnit!" Sam slammed the phone down on the counter, walking away from around the bar and into the dining area. He massaged the bridge of his nose with his fingers, trying to control his breathing, as well as his emotions.

Ellen didn't say anything else. Jo looked at her with sympathy. Ellen nodded at her daughter and picked up the phone again, calling Bobby. She placed the phone on speaker once again, so everyone could hear.

"Ellen I've got Dean here and he wants to talk to Sam."

"Bobby I don't think now's a good time. Y/N just hung up on him."

"Well good luck convincing big brother of that. He doesn't seem to care what's going on with Sam. He wants to rip him a new one for taking the Impala."

Jo spoke up now, suddenly angry. "Tell that big stupid dumbass that the world doesn't revolve around that goddamn car. His brother's in some serious shit, whether he wants to believe it or not."

"I heard that you dumb blonde!" Dean spat back into the phone.

"You watch your tone with my daughter, boy," Ellen cursed dangerously. When nothing else was heard from the elder Winchester brother, Ellen continued. "I think we all just need to take a breath and talk about this. I won't lie though, it might be easier to do it in person. So...do me and Jo need to take a road trip, or do you feel like driving to Nebraska?"

Bobby spoke up. "Dean and I will start packing. See you in a few days. And Sam?"

Sam walked back towards the phone. "Yeah Bobby?" His words reflected how defeated he felt.

"We're gonna figure this out. So in the meantime, please stay with Ellen and Jo. Dean and I will be there soon. Can you do that for me?" Bobby's tone was much gentler, something Sam appreciated.

"Yeah. See you soon."

Ellen gave Sam one of the spare rooms on the top floor of the bar and let Sam sleep off his newly acquired blood alcohol content. It was almost 3 in the morning, so he had plenty of time to drink himself into a depressed oblivion.

She had a feeling you'd still be up. You sounded like you hadn't slept in a year. So, she figured she'd call you and give you an update on the situation.

Ellen dialed your landline number again. She never thought she'd ever have to call it and now she's called it at least 4 times in the last week alone. Strange times.

"Hello Ellen," you said monotonously.

"Hey sweetie. How you holding up?"

"Not doing so great. I can't seem to fucking function knowing Sam remembers me. How could this happen?"

"Well that's something we need to discuss. Are you sitting down?"

"Is it that serious?"

Ellen paused a moment before speaking again. "I had to tell Sam where you are."