Word Count: 17,000
Notes and thanks: Written for the 2012 samdean_otp minibang. Many thanks to glovered, who listened to me prattle on about this here fic incessantly, and then stepped in to wrangle my wordiness and convoluted phrases like a champ. To locknkey, for all the writing sprints that kept the two of us on track, and thanks to mistyzeo, who gave me a simple solution to a very complicated problem.
Thanks also to badbastion, for lending her time and talent to this little project of ours, and for not running away screaming when I sent her that downright dodgy first draft. I couldn't have hoped to work with a more talented and generous artist. Check out the art post. It will make your day better. Sorry this is a little late, folks. Electricity and huge storms don't mix.
Summary: Camp Chitaqua, 2014: Five years after the worst decision that Dean has ever made, a man wearing a white suit stumbles into camp, lost and confused. Sam's memories are a jigsaw puzzle and none of the pieces seem to fit, the only thing he knows for sure is that he had to get to Dean. Between the recon missions and the supply runs, the demons and the croats, Dean struggles to hide Sam in plain sight, and to fight off the increasingly insistent advances of a man who does not remember that he is Dean's brother.