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Summary: What does Jessica's family believe about Sam?

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Ashley Moore shushed her daughter with a waving hand. She dropped her shopping bags on a bench. "What did they say this time?"

She could hear her husbands voice hitch slightly. "Come home. I'll tell you when you get here."

Ashley shook her head and squeezed her cell phone. "Jeff, tell me."

"But mommy -!"

"Melly, wait," she snapped. She turned her attention back to the phone. "Jeff, tell me."

"They – uh – they think he might have been responsible for – for what happened to Jessica." Ashley dropped down to the bench. Jeff continued on, "His mom died in a fire and his dad has been seen at a few, the fatal ones. He was seen at one in some place called Salvation."

Ashley bit her lip, "Jeff…"

"They think he killed our baby!" Jeff's voice was broken and tear-filled but mostly. "That son-of-a-bitch took our baby girl!"

Ashley put a hand over her mouth and sobbed.

Jeff continued, threats and curses coming over the phone and she would probably agree if she could make sense of any of them.

She didn't know how long she sat there, listing to her husband curse and trying to block out the memories.

"Mom, I'd like you to meet Sam Winchester."

"Ah, mom, he's so polite, isn't he?"

"He's cute when he blushes and he's hot when he's angry."

"I think I'm in love with him, the sort of I-want-to-marry-him love, you know?"

A security guard came over. "Ma'am? Are you alright, ma'am?"

She let the phone slide from her hand.

The security guard caught. "Hello," he said. She didn't know what Jeff told him but his expression instantly became one of sympathy. "Of course. Yes, sir. I will." He hung up the phone and placed it in one of her bags.

"I have to get home," she muttered.

"You're husband's coming to pick you up."

She swiped at her tears. "I have to - ." She tried grabbing the bags but her hands weren't working. They were shaking hard.

The security guard stopped her. "I'll get them. Let's just get you some coffee."

Ashley nodded. She took deep breaths. She reached down to where a purple backpack rested against her feet. It was purple and green with way too many zippers and key chains hanging off it with no keys. He had given to her. It was for her birthday. He had given it to -.

"Melly?" Ashley looked around. "Melly?"

"Ma'am?"

Ashley stood up, swinging the backpack in his face. "Melanie – Melly – my daughter; she was right here."

"Melanie? Okay, they'll say her name on the intercom and we'll look for her."

She ignored him and went sprinting past the stores. "Melly!" The other mall patrons looked up. "Melly!"

"Mommy!"

Ashley spun around. Melly sat in the ice cream shop. A banana split sat in front of her. An employee hurried out. "Are you okay? She just came in with someone else about five minutes ago. Are you - ?"

"Who?" Ashley choked out.

Melly answered for her. "It was Sam, mommy. He got me an ice cream. See?" As if to prove her point, she scooped up a large amount and shoved it in her mouth.

A small part of her mind screams at her to tell the security guard. Tell him to call the cops. They might still catch.

However, the majority of her brain is still telling her to breath.

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