--this-is-madness--
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"Doctor Sexy?" He croaked, instinctively.
She smiled bemusedly, striding over to the side of the bed. "Flattered, but no."
"I don't..." He shook his head. "Why did I say that?"
"I'm Doctor Calder," She spoke, fiddling with the monitor, and the IV drip that he had just noticed. His eyes trailed the long, clear tube down to his arm, where the needle stuck amidst a garden of assorted bruises, cuts, and scars.
"What happened to me?"
She scoffed lightly. "That's the question, isn't it?"
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Psychogenic amnesia, is what they said. Not that the subcategory of his condition matters to the gaping hole of nothing overtaking his mind. Dean has no memory of what happened, who he is, or the mysterious man who won't stop looking at him like he's a wounded puppy. Only of his little brother, Sammy, and a fire that happened so many years ago. And then, there's the empty. The nothing. He knows that there's something that can fill it, something he needs to help remember, but based off of the scars ghosting his canvas of a body, he's not sure that he wants to know what it is. No matter how much it seems to hurt the mysterious Castiel.