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Chapter Two
Dean thrummed his hands on the steering wheel as he drove through Dallas. He was driving to Kermit to track down Sam. He wasn't looking forward to their reunion. When they had spoken on the phone—before he'd had hung up on him—Sam had sounded pissed. Dean didn't blame him exactly—if Sam had done pulled a stunt like that on him, he would have slugged him—but he didn't regret it either. It had been necessary to call Sam off the hunt for Benny.
Dean wondered where Sam was now. He had heard the background sounds of a bar when they were on the phone. He checked the time and saw it was past three-am. Surely Sam had found a motel to bunker down for the night by now. Dean was going to have a hell of a time tracking him down when he arrived. There had to be a bunch of motels in the city, and he doubted Sam had gone for the first one in the phone book as was their custom when separated. He wouldn't want Dean to be able to find him.
Dean picked up him phone from the seat beside him and dialed Sam's number, thinking he couldn't get anymore pissed at him even if he woke him.
The phone rang and rang and then went to voicemail without being answered. Asleep or too pissed to talk, Dean didn't know, but whichever it was, it had made tracking Sam down a little more complicated.
Dean shrugged. He had done more with less before. At least this time he had a city to work with.
As he got out of the city, he pressed down on the accelerator a little harder. He was in a hurry to get to Sam to get the confrontation over and done with. Sam would be pissed, sure, but he wouldn't stay mad forever.
Comforting himself with the thought of getting this over and things back to normal, Dean leaned back in his seat and enjoyed the rumble of the engine as the car ate up the miles.
Amelia sat with her head in her hands in the surgical waiting room. Tears had dried on her face, leaving her skin stiff. She knew she must look terrible, and she should go wash her face, but she couldn't make herself move. She was frozen in shock by all she had witnessed and done that night.
The waiting room was quiet as it was so late. The only cases being seen were emergencies, and that was what had happened to Sam, an emergency. He had been gunned down because of her. The thought hurt her. It was her fault Sam was beyond those doors fighting for his life. She should have left him alone when she saw him out of her window. She should never have followed him to the bar. But her curiosity had been too great, and the longing. She hadn't been able to stay home knowing he was so close. So, she had lied to Don, told him she was going to the store, and she had gone to the one place she was sure Sam would be, Rick's Place.
In the days before Don's return, they had spent many happy evening there together, talking and people watching. They had created stories for the few strangers, imagining them to lead fantastical lives. Sam had been especially good at creating the stories. She wished Sam was here with her now, he would be calm, and he would support her through this nightmare. But he couldn't be, as this time the nightmare was of her own making, and Sam was paying the price.
Tears began to fall again and she bowed her head. All this mess because of her. She was overcome with guilt and fear. Her life was in ruins and she didn't know what she was going to do next. Don was gone, he'd run away, and she knew him well enough that she didn't expect to see him again for a long time. Perhaps now she and Sam could be together. She clung to the hope, imagining that future in which Sam was whole and healed and with her again, as he should be.
A door opened at the end of the hall and a nurse padded along the hall dressed in clean blue scrubs.
"Are you here with Sam Winchester?" she asked.
Amelia jumped to her feet. "Is there news?"
The nurse looked apologetic. "I'm afraid I don't have an update. I came up from the ER. Sam's belongings are there, and his phone keeps ringing. I thought perhaps you would be able to speak to whoever is calling."
"Oh." Amelia felt disappointed that this was the reason for the nurse's arrival. She desperately wanted an update on Sam.
"So, can you talk to them?" the nurse prompted.
"What? Oh, sure I can." Amelia held out a hand for the phone and the nurse handed it over.
The nurse looked at Amelia like she wanted to say more, but she didn't. Instead, she patted her on the arm and then turned and disappeared back through the door at the end of the hall.
Amelia turned the phone over in her hand. She knew so little about Sam and his life before and after her. He had kept it all so secret. The only time he let down the walls was when he was talking about his brother. In her hand was a key to his life. Names and numbers of people he knew. The only friends of Sam's that she knew were Rick and Everett. She could search though this phone and maybe discover some of his secrets.
Rationality finally catching up with her, she cursed herself. What was she doing thinking about rooting through Sam's phone when the man in question was currently critically ill and unable to defend himself. When had she become this person? She was disgusted with herself.
The phone rang, pulling her from her selfish thoughts. She fumbled the phone and almost dropped it. She had said she would talk to whoever was calling, but she had no idea what to say. How could she explain what had happened to Sam?
She turned the phone in her hand and checked the caller ID. It just said 'D'. She didn't know anyone with a name beginning with D other than Sam's brother, Dean, and he was dead.
Before she could gather herself to answer the phone, the ringing stopped again.
Before a moment had passed it beeped with an incoming voicemail. She decided that listening to a voicemail was no more than she was capable of, so she pressed the button and held the phone to her ear as she was connected to the voicemail service. There was an automated message and then an unfamiliar voice spoke.
"Look, I get that you're pissed, but I'm on my way to Kermit, and I need to know where you are. I don't fancy playing hunt the Sammy through every motel, so call me back and let me know where you are, 'kay. Good."
Amelia listened to the message once more before hanging up. Someone was coming for Sam, that much was obvious, but who it was, she had no idea. Whoever they were, they weren't going to find him in any motel. She knew she should call this D back and tell him what had happened, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was being a coward, she knew, but to share the news of Sam's attack would be to make it real, and she couldn't bear that.
The phone began to ring again in her hand, and she braced herself before answering. Before she could even say hello the voice from the voicemail spoke.
"Finally. I was starting to think you were going to make me search every motel in town."
There was a pause as Amelia tried to think what to say.
"Sam?"
"He's been hurt," she said softly.
"Who the hell is this, and what do you mean he's been hurt. Where's Sam?"
"He's…"Amelia's voice broke and she started to cry again. "There was an accident."
The voice became businesslike. "Where is he?"
"Winkler County Memorial Hospital." She stifled a sob. "Please come quickly."
"I'll be there as soon as I can," the voice said, and then the call went dead.
Amelia looked at the blank screen and wondered who was coming and what they would say when they got there.
Thanks to everyone that read and reviewed the first chapter. I couldn't believe how many of you said you liked it. I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much.
CoM x
