A/N: I said I'd make the chapters shorter than usual xD i waited a few days to see the reaction, or, well... lack thereof... either way, heres the second chapter, hope you enjoy xD

~Chapter 2~

Knock, knock. Knockknockknock. Knock-knock. Knock, knock.

"Alright! I'm coming!" Annoyed, I swung my legs over the side of the empty bed. Where's Don? I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and tried to settle my hair as I put on my leopard patterned, fluffy slippers.

Knock-knock. Knock-knockknock. Oh, come on. So impatient.

Careful not to fall down the stairs I got to the door, unlocked it and opened it annoyed.

"Wha—?" I stopped and suddenly all that anger and annoyance paused there. All paused when I saw Sam's face, sad and beaten and bloodied. "What the hell happened to you?!" I grabbed his arm and dragged him inside, shutting the door behind him. Turning to him, I stared, shocked and surprised. I thought I'd never see him again.

Wait a second… Last night… On the news… that wasn't a dream. "Wait… you were on the news last night," my expression turned horrified. "You're wanted, Sam. You're a fugitive!"

"Yeah, I know. Can I please sit down?" I noticed then he had a gunshot wound in his arm that he cradled. I nodded, a bit more forcefully then necessary.

Sam walked gingerly, careful not to put too much weight on his injured legs. I was still processing the fact that the man I – had, at least – loved was now, and in the past, a wanted fugitive on the run. From police, from the world, from the law, even. What on earth had he and his brother done? Wait… I thought Dean was dead… Then again, the police thought they were both dead…

"I'm guessing you have a lot of questions…" he started from where he was sitting on the edge of the couch, like a bird ready for flight.

"I thought you said Dean was dead," I blurted out, not thinking.

He smiled, without humor, with sad, tired eyes. "He was," he looked back at me and added. "Long story," I bet.

I sat on the other couch, making a point for him to continue.

"I wasn't kidding, Amelia. You don't want to know."

"Then why are you here?" I pointed out to him.

He sighed, leaning a little further into the couch. "Don left this morning around 6:30, he had a shower, made toast and got dressed to go. He tried to wake you but you pushed him off, he smiled and left you a note on the bench, then left."

I didn't say anything as I got up and walked into the kitchen. There, like Sam had said, was a note in Don's messy handwriting.

Amelia,

I'm sorry, baby, I tried to say goodbye but you wouldn't wake, not that I thought you would. I got an urgent call this morning around 5. Said I had to be at Roswell by noon, so I had to leave soon as. I think this may be about the Winchesters. Maybe you should think about calling the cops, telling them. It's up to you, baby girl. I love you. Have a wonderful day.

Love, Don.

I folded the note and put it back on the bench, getting a glass of water for myself and the possibly dying man in the next room. I grabbed the first-aid kit from the pantry and put some toast in.

I walked across the cold tiles into the lounge room, handing the beaten man the glass, he mumbled a thanks and took it tentatively. I put the first-aid on the coffee table and sat down again.

"How'd you know that?" I finally asked. He swallowed his water.

"I was spying," he told me honestly.

"Why were you spying?"

"I honestly don't know." We had an awkward pause.

"Where's your brother?" he looked up.

"Back at the motel, sleeping. He was hurt worse than I was, but he managed to get us out of there, like usual," he laughed a bit at the last bit, like it was funny.

"Why are you a fugitive, Sam?" I asked quietly. And he looked down at his glass, sighing.

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