Chapter Two
Dean stared at Melissa. "You're what?"
"I'm pregnant," whispered Melissa. "And…it's yours."
Dean looked down at their linked hands. "Are you sure?"
"Well, you're the only guy that I've been with…I think," Melissa muttered.
"You think?" asked Dean.
She let go of his hands. "I…kind of have amnesia. Three months ago, I woke up on the side of the road with no ID, no cell phone, no memory. But, in those three months, you're the only guy that I've…and the doctor said I'm two months along." She sat down on the bed. "So, I thought you should know."
Dean sat next to her. "Is there anything you do know? Any clues?"
"Not really." She laughed a little, looking sheepish.
"What?"
"Well, I found out that I have a fear of clowns."
"Clowns? Really? That's just like my brother Sam."
Melissa looked up at him. "Sam?"
Dean stopped, his hope starting to rise. "Do you know him?"
"No, or well, I don't think I do. It's just…the name Sam feels familiar."
"Maybe it's your name."
"Maybe. You know, it might be."
"Alright, but I'm gonna call you Samantha, okay?"
"Okay. It's a nice change from Melissa."
"Okay, anything else?"
"Well, I have this tattoo," said Samantha. She unbuttoned the first button of her shirt and pulled the shirt down to reveal a tattoo just under her left collarbone. It was a pentacle inside of a sun: a demon protection tattoo.
Dean's eyes widened as he stared at the tattoo.
"Oh, and this," said Samantha. She pulled up the sleeve on her right arm to reveal a burn on the inside of her arm just below the elbow. It was healed over, just a deeper color compared to the surrounding skin. It was a circle with a small line through it, a longer, thicker line right down the middle.
Right where Bobby burned it with a fire poker, Dean realized. He looked up into Samantha's familiar hazel eyes.
"I think I burned myself on the stove," Samantha told him.