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Chapter Two

"Who is she?" Sam asked as he took a seat on the worn out couch.

Bobby shrugged. "No idea. She just showed up on my doorstep a couple days ago. No note, nothin." Sam had never seen him like this before, not even after the Appocalypse had started. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. And he'd probably been wearing those same clothes since he'd stumbled upon the little girl.

"Did you call the police?" Sam knew that was a stupid question. If Bobby had called the police, he wouldn't have needed any help from the two of them. He didn't even look up when he shook his head. He just buried his face in his hands, elbows planted firmly on his knees as he hunched over.

"Why not?" Another stupid question, but he felt like he had to ask. The old man's decisions often went unquestioned because he usually kept his cool under pressure, but it looked as though he had finally snapped. Sam wasn't taking any chances on this one. If she had a family out there looking for her, she needed to be returned to them as soon as possible. Before local authorities showed up at his friend's front door and arrested him for kidnapping.

"Because I know she's not human." Sam could see how much stress the whole strange situation had put on Bobby by his exhausted body language and by the feverish look in his eyes when he sat up to look Sam in the face. Sam must have looked skeptical, because the next thing out of his mouth was, "Don't look at me like that boy, I ain't crazy."

"How do you know she's not human?" He tried his hardest not to sound like a kindergarten teacher asking one of his students point out the biggest triangle. But he failed miserably.

Bobby stood and began to pace around the room. "Hell, I can't explain it. Been tryin' to explain it to myself for two days." He stopped and scrubbed his hands over his face violently in an attempt to wake himself up. He couldn't sleep at a time like this. He had too much to think about to waste his time sleeping. "It's like I can feel it. When she looks at me. There's somethin' off."

Sam ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "Is that good or bad?" It was a strange question, but he'd heard something weird in Bobby's voice when he'd tried to explain his feelings about the little girl upstairs. Something buried just underneath the surface of the stress and frustration. Something that had sounded almost happy. Which was odd in and of itself as far as Bobby was concerned. But if he sounded happy when he was talking about something inhuman, especially when it was living under his own roof- Sam wondered if maybe he should check the other man's temperature... just in case.

Bobby looked at him with confusion clearly written in his eyes, "I wish I knew."

Dean couldn't stop looking at her. No matter how hard he tried, his gaze always came back to her. He did everything he could think of to distract himself from the mystery girl; he tried looking out the window, he tried counting the number of scars on his chest, he even tried listing off his favorite 80s songs. Nothing worked. He always caught himself peeking. He wasn't just creeping, it wasn't like that at all. It was more like he was standing guard. He felt like she was going to disappear if he didn't keep an eye on her at all times.

She just layed there. Dean found that strange. When Sammy had been that age, he'd done nothing but toss and turn in his sleep. He idly wondered if it had something to do with the dream she was led him to wonder what she was dreaming about, or if she was even dreaming at all. It didn't take him long to get caught up in his own thoughts. He sat there for a while just letting his thoughts roam freely, staring at a spot on the wall behind the girl with empty eyes and a blank expression on his face.

Suddenly, a cold shiver raced up his spine causing him to shake violently and lose track of his thoughts. It was then that he remembered what he'd been thinking about in the first place; and when his eyes fell to the little girl- he was shocked to see her sitting up in the bed and staring back at him with a set of wide blue eyes.

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- Kari