It took a while for Samantha to finally calm herself down. Every time someone came near her she tensed up and is instantly back on her guard. After watching the girl for several minutes, John takes Mary by the arm and leads her towards the door.

"What is it, John?" Mary asked as she shut the door to the motel room behind her.

"Do you really think that it is Sammy?" John gently asks. He knows how much Mary wants Sam back, and he is worried about how Mary will handle it if the truth is that the Demon lied and the girl in the motel room isn't their daughter.

"I don't know, John. The demon all but said she is. I know demons lie, but not if the truth hurts worse. I think the worst thing that could happen is the fact that Samantha's alive and is traumatized as she seems to be. All I know is this girl needs help and I intend to help her in every way I can." Mary says as she turns to go back into the motel room.

When Mary enters the room, she notices Dean sitting on one of the beds busying himself by cleaning his weapons. Dean had developed the habit of cleaning his weapon whenever he was worried about something. The monotonous actions seemed to have a calming effect on their nerves. Even though Dean is focused on the task at hand, Mary also notices how Dean keeps glancing in Samantha's direction. Whether he is doing it out of concern for Samantha or worry that she might try to attack him again, Mary isn't sure of.

"Dean, why don't you go outside with your dad?" Mary suggests in a tone that told Dean that it wasn't a request.

Dean gets up from the bed and tucks his gun into the waistband of his jeans at the small of his back.

Mary watches him leave before she goes over to where Samantha is still sitting. While Sam doesn't move an inch, her eyes are intently watching every move Mary makes. It was a look Mary was familiar with from her youngest. Samantha had been a very alert baby; and from an early age, Mary had often found herself caught in her intense stare. The stare is even more unnerving now as it was when Sam was a baby.

Mary sits down on the edge of the bed, and made sure that she maintained eye contact with Samantha to try to seem like less of a threat.

So many thoughts are running laps in Mary's mind at the moment as she and Sam have a stare-off that she wonders just how to break the ice with the young girl. But she is sure that saying: 'the demon that was possessing you told us that you're our daughter that was kidnapped and has been missing since she was a baby' is probably not the best way to conciliate Samantha's trust. Then Mary remembers that Samantha had confirmed that her name is in fact the same as her missing daughter.

"Do you prefer to be called Samantha or Sam?" Mary asks, it's an easy enough question that Mary is sure Samantha won't be scared off from it. Sam, however, says nothing in reply and just continues to watch Mary's every movement.

"You know if I'm going to help you, it would help to know what to call you." Mary continues when it is clear Samantha isn't going to say anything.

"You never answered my question: where am I?" Sam says. Her voice uncertain, and slightly unclear, as if she is not use to speaking on her own. Samantha pauses for a moment before adding: "and who are you?"

"I'm Mary Winchester. And you're in Seymour Missouri." Mary patiently answers. It is probably best to let Samantha lead the conversation for now. There was a very brief flash of emotion in Samantha's eyes at the mention of Mary's name before Samantha went back to her blank stare.

"You didn't answer my question: do you prefer Samantha or Sam, or even Sammy?" Mary asks gently, trying to coax the girl out of her shell. Samantha actually pauses for a few seconds and seemed to be considering what she wanted to be called.

"I like Sam." Sam finally answers. Her voice is a little stronger than before; but she still sounds unsure of herself.

"Do you know your last name Sam?" Mary asks, wondering if the Demon had told Sam her last name. The only response Sam gives is a shake of her head.

"Do you know anything that the demon said before he left?" Mary asks, trying to broach the subject of Sam possibly being her daughter.

"A little bit." Sam admits quietly. "It's kind of blurry and doesn't make much sense."

"What do you remember?" Mary asks.

"I know what Sir told you, about your daughter. You think I'm her, don't you?" Sam states. Her voice is becoming stronger the more she uses it.

"The thought is going through my mind." Mary admits.

As Mary thinks about her daughter a fact buried in Mary's brain makes itself known. Just behind Samantha's left ear had been a strawberry birthmark. Mary wondered if she could get Samantha to show her if the mark is there or not. While it wouldn't be entirely infallible, it would be a big step in proving the demon's tale. "I think I know of a way to prove it either way. My daughter had a birthmark behind her left ear. If you don't have one, it would prove that you're not my Samantha."

Without saying a word, Sam moves her long hair out of the way to show Mary her left ear. Mary can clearly see the birth mark behind Sam's ear. It doesn't quite look the same as the one baby Sammy had; it looked as if someone had tried to remove the birth mark. But Mary recognizes it anyways; the little mark in the shape of a strawberry is there.

As if sensing Mary's thoughts, Sam says: "Sir tried to burn any identifying marks off of us. He never could remove mine though. He would get so angry when he would see that it healed back like it was." Sam's voice seems haunted by memories she would probably prefer to forget. Mary says nothing but is seething on the inside at what the monster had done to her daughter; as well as the unknown other children who had been taken as well.

As well as the birthmark, Sammy also has a jagged scar that runs from behind her ear around to the base of her skull to her neck. Mary couldn't help but gently press two fingers on to the scar. Sam flinched slightly at the touch.

"Training accident." Sam answers the unasked question. "One of the others got a little too worked up during a sword match."

"Are you hurt anywhere else? Do you need me to tend to any injuries?" Mary asks, concerned that Sam might be hurt worse than what she seems to be.

Sam just shakes her head and Mary can sense Sam is starting to retreat back into herself. Before Mary can say anything more, John and Dean come back into the room with an almost physical sense of urgency.

"Cop car just turn in the parking lot. Not sure what they want, but let's not stick around to find out." John said as he grabs some of the weapons and sticks them in a duffle bag.

Dean grabs the discarded bag of clothes that he had given to Sadie and hands them to Sam. "You need to come with us until we're sure you're safe." Dean looks poignantly at Sam's clothes, her formal dress and high heels, and says: "also you need to change your clothes, fast." Dean turns Sam towards the bathroom before going to help get everything loaded into the trunk of the impala.

Sam seems to be shell shocked, so she does what she has been trained all her life to do: follow orders. She goes into the bathroom, and soon comes out dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. She was carrying her dress and her shoes. Going out to the car, Sam puts her clothes on top of the arsenal's hidden compartment.

"You're riding with me, Sammy." Dean says as he loads his duffle bag into the trunk and closes the lid. "So get in the car."

Sam needs no further prompting as she goes to the passenger side and gets in.

As soon as Dean gets into the Impala, the Winchester family drives out of the parking lot and heads back towards Huntersville as if the devil himself was after them.

Back at the motel, the police officer makes his way to the room that the Winchester family had occupied just moments before. Pushing on the door, it gave a groan of protest as it swings open. Entering the room he finds it empty. As he looks around the room, his eyes change from a deep brown to an unnatural shade of yellow.

Tbc

sorry this chapter took so long. Real live has been hard lately. So please review and let me know if someone is still interested in this story.