Chapter 4-

"Samantha? As in Samantha Yeildings?" She froze. The smile on her face faded.

"How do you know Samantha Yeildings?" She asked stiffly.

"We came to this town to find her. To help her." Sam answered calmly.

"What if she doesn't want any help?"

"It doesn't matter. We know she needs it."

"We?"

"Yeah. My brother's here too." Samantha still didn't move. Her eyes locked with his as if trying to see his motive.

"Why do you want to help her?"

"It's what we do." Sam continued to look into her eyes. "Look, we know what happened. We know what you're going through."

"You do?"

"Yeah. It happened to us too." She blinked. Her eyes still evaluating him. Trying to see if he was telling the truth.

"Look. I don't know what you're playing at, but it isn't funny. I'm going in my room. And I'm going to bed." She turned and walked into the room. Sam grabbed her wrist and spun her around. "Don't touch me." she warned.

"I was six months old. My mom came into my room. My dad found her on the ceiling bleeding and the house caught on fire." She blinked at him again. Her eyes beginning to form tears.

"Six months old? You wouldn't remember it. You could be lying."

"Just last year. I came home. My girlfriend was on the ceiling bleeding. Our dorm caught on fire." There she was again. Jess. Samantha was really close to crying now and Sam was on the verge of tears.

"You're telling the truth aren't you?" He nodded. "You want to help me?"

"Yeah."

"Well, good luck with that. I'm pretty screwed up right now." She began to silently laugh again.

"Well, I'm pretty screwed up too. And don't get me started on my brother Dean." He smiled.

"Dean..." she whispered.

"Laura! How do you know Sam?" Dean had come over from the bar and was walking towards them.

"Laura?" Sam looked at her and then back at Dean.

"It's Samantha." She said quietly.

"Samantha?" Dean looked at Sam. "The Samantha?" Sam nodded.

"Okay. Look boys, I'd love to sit and chat, but I'm really not feeling well. I've had a long day. And all I want to do is go to bed. Maybe we can talk about this in the morning." She said, quickly adding a 'goodnight' she closed the door to her room leaving the boys out in the hall.

She laid down on her bed, and as thoughts of her family drifted through her mind. Her mother. Her father. Her older sister. And her six month old baby brother.

Author's Note: Review!! I'm still looking for title ideas. Please???