A/N: I'm very happy on how this story is coming out. I reread this chapter which I wrote two days ago and I was like "Who wrote this?" I'm putting more details and easter eggs in it and I barely recognize my own work... So you guys seem to like this, but uh...I got one review. Thanking the reviewer, but can I have some more maybe? Please? If you review, see if you can pick out the easter eggs I'm throwing in. There were about five or six in chapter one. This one has plenty as well.

Chapter 2

Twenty four hours later, Dean sat looking over the results of tests they ran on Tori. They found traces of GHB in her system, meaning she had been drugged by this "Sam." He furrowed his brow, looking out the window into the hallway to see Tori sitting next to the woman who brought her in. Thanks to her, they found the drug in her samples. The lab technician said any longer and they wouldn't have caught it.

Dean sighed and got up, leaving the file open on his desk. Now they just needed to get her in with the sketch artist to narrow down what this guy looked like. He walked out of his office, approaching Tori. "Tori?"

She looked up for a moment, then turned her attention to her friend. "Can I bring Ashley with me?" Tori frowned slightly.

He gave a nod. It wasn't uncommon for victims of rape to not want to be alone, but it was somewhat strange of them to sort of cling. Then again, Tori mentioned this Ashley was like a sister… "Yeah sure. It's this way."

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(Two Days Later…)

Sam sat in his small living room with two law books open on the coffee table in front of him and a notebook on his lap. He had a test approaching for one of his classes in a few days and was doubting he would pass. As a matter of fact, he doubted himself entirely. Every time he looked at the book, he remembered what happened three nights ago. What he'd done to her.

He leaned back on the couch and rubbed his hands over his face. When he shut his eyes he could see her clear as day, lying on his bed with an angelic expression. He could smell the perfume she wore lingering around him no matter how much he'd scrubbed his skin in the shower. Mostly, he could feel how she felt against him. It was like they were some sort of puzzle, fitting together perfectly…

"Damn it!" Sam shouted. Quickly, he grabbed one of his text books and threw it across the room. He needed to get her off his mind. He grumbled and grabbed the remote for the television and turned it on. Sam sat back and the first thing he saw was a news reporter. He rarely watched television, but he did catch the news on some days.

"…In other news, police are looking for a suspect." The screen changed to an all blue background with what looked to be a sketch of a guy with brown shaggy hair. Sam furrowed his brow, trying to wonder why the person looked so familiar… "The police have evidence that the suspect is involved in a rape case and are seeking further information. If you have any information on the whereabouts of this person, please call the local tip line." At the bottom of the screen there was some information about the suspect. Sam's eyes grazed over it and he realized something. The person on the sketch was him.

His eyes grew wide with panic. "Oh shit…" Sam pushed his hair back and turned the television off. The police were looking for him, making him a wanted criminal technically. As he sat down shakily, he tried to think of what he could do. Hiding out here would just send him off the deep end since the entire house was reminding him of Tori. Without another thought, Sam hurried upstairs; tossed some clothes into his backpack; grabbed one of his class workbooks; and got back downstairs. Just being up there made him sick to his stomach.

After grabbing his jacket and making sure he had the things he needed, Sam left his house and went directly to his old black '67 Impala. Once in the driver's seat safely, he sighed. He rubbed a hand over his face and pushed his hair back. "What am I gunna do," Sam mumbled to himself.

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"So you're gunna hide her?" Ashley asked. She and Tori were sitting in Officer Winchester's office as he explained what they were going to do for Tori.

He gave a nod. "Basically. Witness protection will just get her off the radar for a while until we get 'im."

Tori, who was fiddling with a piece of paper, asked, "And then?"

"Then its back to normal life," Officer Winchester smiled.

Ashley looked at Tori with a sideways glance. "This okay with you?" she asked, concerned for what her friend wanted.

Instead of an answer, Tori asked another question. "Can we stay in town? I have work…" She was always so concerned about working. Even if it was only at the public library.

"You can, but we'll be changing your identity. And since you expressed interest, they're gunna allow Ashley to join you. She'll be taking the same precautions, of course."

Tori nodded slowly. "Then that's what I'll do. "

"Where the hell are we gunna hide in town?" Ashley asked suspiciously. She knew that it wasn't a huge town and anyone could find anyone with a little time and research.

Dean leaned back in his chair slightly, looking at her with a stoic expression. "We have an undercover officer who lives in town. He's off duty right now and he won't be back on, but we already talked things over with 'im."

Ashley gave a nod. "So should we like…pack?"

He nodded. "Someone will escort you and you can get your belongings." She watched as he reached for the pen on his desk and wrote something on a small piece of paper. "His name's Jimmy Novak. And this," he said while sliding the paper towards them, "is his address."

They stood up and Tori had a weak smile on her face. "Thanks Officer Winchester."

"Please. Just call me Dean," he said with a subtle smirk. With a nod, Ashley nudged Tori lightly towards the door and they left.

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He sat in the living room, a newspaper next to him on the small end table and the television on to the news. Jimmy sighed, feeling somewhat bored. Dean told him the two women would be arriving within the next day or two if things worked out. But if not, he'd stay completely off-duty; having nothing to do for another month or so.

His eyes watched the television in a lazy manner, lids down to near slits. At the moment the weather began to be explained, the door bell rang. Jimmy got up and walked over to the front door. Cautiously, he glanced through the peephole to see two women: one with golden blond hair and the other with slightly shorter dark hair. The blond seemed to say something to the other just as he opened the door, greeting them both with a small smile. "Hi."

"Uh, hi," the blond haired woman said. "I'm…" She seemed to hesitate.

"Officer Dean Winchester sent us," the other finished, flashing Jimmy a warm smile.

Jimmy's face lit up. The corner of his eyes crinkled a little as he grinned. "You must be Ashley and Tori?"

"Actually, we're supposed to be Anna and Madison, but I don't anyone would mind us using real names here." The dark haired woman smiled. She didn't come off as mean, but she had spunk.

He stepped aside, motioning for them to come in. "Please, come on in." The two walked in and Jimmy asked, "So who's who?" He shut the door securely, knowing which ever was Tori might feel better if it was closed.

The one with blond hair said, "I'm Tori." Her voice was quiet and she kept her eyes down towards the wood floor mostly. "They said my name will be Madison Black."

"And I'm Ashley. Or Anna Watson," she scoffed. "Who makes up these names exactly?" Ashley asked through a half laugh.

Jimmy chuckled and said, "I'll be sure to find out who for you." He cleared this throat then, putting on a more serious face. "I'm Jimmy, but if you want you can call me Cas." A smile crept onto his face as he spoke, as if it was supposed to be there all the time. "Would you like me to show you around or to your rooms?" It wasn't protocol for officers to house people under witness protection which made it strange for him. It was even stranger to Jimmy though, because he wasn't used to having anyone else in his lonely house that he'd been given by his father.

Tori was the one to speak up. "Could you show us to our rooms please? I'm kind of tired."

He gave a swift nod and walked over to the stairs, which were only a few feet away. As he started up, he could hear their steps behind him. It wasn't a loud tromping or anything, but he could hear them. The three reached the top of the steps and he pointed to a white door off to the right. "Tori, that'll be your room." Jimmy pointed to a door opposite of it with a slightly duller shade of white. "And Ashley."

Tori moved past him carefully and went into the room, shutting the door behind her. He assumed she was the one they were protecting. "Thanks Jimmy…er, Cas?"

Jimmy laughed. "It's fine. Just call me Jimmy then. Really, only the people at work call me Cas." He glanced at Tori's room. "How has she been doing?" he questioned as he put his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans.

Ashley adjusted the backpack she had on her shoulder and looked at Tori's door, emitting a soft sigh. "I don't know. She says she's fine, but it's obvious she's not."

"Any signs of paranoia or unstability?"

"Tori's acting fine. She's just been quieter than usual. It's a little out of character for her." Ashley looked at Jimmy with a somewhat pleading look. "Is there anything we can do for her?"

He watched her olive green eyes peer deep into him, looking for an answer. It was easy to see that she just wanted her friend back to normal. "We can only help her with things she needs," Jimmy told her in a low tone.

She gave a nod and uttered a word or two as she opened the door and went into the room that was now hers. Jimmy watched the door shut with his head tilted to the side. He was feeling empathetic towards them both: Ashley wanting to help Tori, and Tori not knowing what she needed help with. It was a common case, but something about it made him want to help more than ever.