Sorry part two got out a little late, we were having company and I couldn't write through annoying relatives trying to bring me out of my social anxiety ways. Anyway here it is. Thanks you guys again for all the support and thanks (Ruby) for you suggestion. Dangit I forgot to put Bold Writing on but I'm not retyping that note.. deal with it.
I sat under the tree in the school yard listening to Gen chat away about something her brothers did to her this morning, or at least trying to. My mind kept wondering back to the man I met this morning. Something about him kept on coming back to my mind and I didn't know why.
"Hey, freak," Gen said snapping her fingers in front of my face. I jumped and glared at her. "What's on your mind," She asked.
I shrugged, "I met a guy today," I explained.
"Hey Sam I didn't know you swung that way," She grinned.
I glared at her before speaking, "No. Gen get your mind out of the gutter, your worse than Dean."
"Whatever, but who'd you meet," She asked.
"He found me in the park, convinced me to come back to school. Said his name was Micheal," I told her.
"Does he have a beard, and a leather jacket," She asked suspiciously.
"Yeah... Why?" Now I was confused for a whole knew reason.
"A guy named Micheal started working at my Dad's store a few days ago. He rented an apartment just outside out town," She said.
"Cool, Maybe I'll stop by and see him."
"Sam, don't you get it. This guy is stalking you," She said worriedly.
I smirked, "No he's not."
"Then why was he at the school, why did he pick you out of the tons of other middle school kids that skip," She asked.
I grimaced. Maybe she was right.
"What do we do," I wonder aloud.
"We stop by his place and be spy's," She said excitedly.
"No. Gen that's insane, we'd get caught that's against the law and my parents can't take anymore stress," I said, thinking about Dean.
"I thought you said they weren't your parents," She questioned.
I winced at my slip up. "We'll they are now OK," I sighed.
She grinned and stood up. "Come on Sammy where's your sense of adventure," She urged.
"S.A.M and I left it at home," I replied sarcastically.
"Fine. I'll go by myself and when he murders me you'll always know there was a chance you could have protected me," She she said dramatically, heading toward the street.
I groaned loudly before grabbing my bag and following her. Cas said he did stuff with Dean that he didn't want to because It kept Dean safe, the sacrifices.
The apartment Micheal was staying at was nice looking, It could use some work if he was going to stay here permanently but that didn't matter.
Gen dropped her back pack, and stepped up onto the little concrete patio thing and twisted the nob, locked.
"Gen lets go back to school now," I begged.
She took a rubber band off her wrist and tied up her dark hair before turning to me. "This guy could be after you Sam," She reminded me.
"Your being a drama queen," I sighed.
She glared at me before going over to one of the windows. It was partially open, not large enough for say Dean to crawl through, but just big enough for two sixth graders.
"No!," I snapped. Already knowing what she was thinking.
"He's at work Sam, I know my Dad's hours," She snapped, climbing up on a flower pot and lifting herself into the window. Is this what Mary meant when she warned me about bad influences.
"I'm gonna be in so much trouble," I mumbled. I hoisted myself up after her and fell flat on my face onto Micheal's living room floor. I stood up, rubbing my jaw from where it hit the floor, and looked around.
It was bare, a couch and a coffee table. A small TV. It was what was on the coffee table that caught my attention.
Pictures were scattered about, some flipped over. But the ones I could see where clearly recognizable. Gen had gone to a different part of the house, I paid no mind. I went over to the table and picked up a picture, it was of a little blond boy holding a baby in a chair. The little blond boy with a freckled face and a gap in his smile, Dean.
My heart pounded, what the heck was this dude doing with a picture of me and my brother. I picked up the next one, a picture of me, one Cas took with a disposable camera Mary bought him. My breaths got quicker and my heart pounded harder. The next one was of Dean, sitting on the couch with Danny, his feet propped up on the coffee table. I dropped the picture and stepped back, bumping right into Gen.
"Sam! Whats wrong," She asked worriedly.
"H-He's.. got pictures of us.. Me and Dean," I panted.
Her face twisted up before she pushed past me and looked for herself. She turned to me with wide eyes, "I didn't think I was right," She said quietly.
I gulped and moved past her, picking up another picture, a man and a women. My mom was easily recognized, but the man. In mine and Dean's picture he'd shaved, in this one he had a beard... and It clicked.
"O god!" I murmurer, running my hands through my hair. It all made sense, the phone calls and the weirdness, Dean knew.
"Sam.. whats wrong," Gen asked panicked.
"This is my Dad Gen, my real one," I panted. "We need to leave. Now. And you can't ever tell anyone we were here, do you understand" I said desperately. I didn't want to screw things up anymore than they were.
She nodded slowly, before I took her hand a dragged her back out the window.
Once back outside we didn't stop running until we were on school grounds.
I can't give the boys a break can I.
