Dean felt anger begin to boil inside of him the longer he listened to his brother’s ramblings. Why was Dylan acting like this? What was wrong with him?
“You don’t remember anything? How come? Are you hurt anywhere? What kind of trouble do you think we might have gotten you into? Is it because of us?” Sam questioned with a frown upon his face as he took hold of the stranger’s arm to try and calm him.
“No, no, I’m not hurt… not physically anyway… I mean I guess my memory is a little fuzzy, but other than that… why wouldn’t I remember you guys? You all look very familiar to me somehow though. I feel like I’ve met you before… I-I remember now! I’ve seen you before… and I can tell you something… something important!”
Dean felt sick to his stomach as he listened to his brother talk. He hat
