AN: Time for another chapter. I hope you like this one just as much as the others, and if you don't... well I can't please everyone. Nor would I want to, because where's the fun in that ;)

They didn't speak much to each other for several hours. Then again it was more like Jared wasn't talking to anyone, and his friends knew him so well that they didn't force him. Jared didn't want to go back home not knowing if his uncle was still there. He could handle it if his brother or father was in the room with them, but after this morning and several times in the past, Jared wasn't going to get his hopes up. He loved his family, but it was times like this that he questioned if they really loved him.

Chad and Lilith were both fine with Jared and Genevieve staying with them. In fact, they constantly asked him to move in with them and it didn't matter if he paid rent; they just wanted them both to live with them. At least then, they knew he wouldn't have to see that asshole he kept calling 'uncle'.

After awhile, Jared felt better. Genevieve had been a big help making him laugh. It was difficult feeling depressed when she was so giggly and just being adorable. Laughing so much, it wore her out and she fell asleep on his chest.

"Jay, your brother is calling you," Chad said showing him his ringing phone.

Jared didn't want to talk to him. After ditching him with his uncle he still felt anger. He knew it wouldn't be a big deal if it was the first time. It didn't matter to him that he could handle his uncle on his own, because it wasn't the point. His brother still left them together even knowing that he didn't want to be alone with him.

Chad took his silence as his answer. He set the phone back down on the table and turned his attention to the movie. Jared's phone rang six more times, and before it could ring again, Chad put it on silent mode. Jared had fallen asleep with his sister still laying on his chest.

It was around 7:30 in the evening when Chad and Lilith left Jared and Genevieve alone to sleep. When they decided to retire to their bedroom, Lilith had suggested that they take Genevieve and put her in the spare crib they had in the guest room, but Chad said to let them sleep and so they did.

"...MY! Where are you?"

Jared couldn't see anything but darkness. He was being carried away. He didn't know where he was or who was holding him. But even then, he knew that whoever it was wasn't friendly.

"Baby, I'm coming."

Who was talking? He didn't see anyone, but whoever it was sounded frightened... worried. Were they... looking for him?

Where was he? He looked around trying to find something that he recognized, but he still couldn't see anything. He looked straight behind whoever it was that was holding him, and saw two bright green eyes. He knew those eyes. Jared has seen those eyes. He was staring into them wanting to know who it was, but then the eyes vanished.

"Daddy!" Jared screamed. His eyes shot open breathing in deep breaths. He couldn't hear anything, but the sound of his breathing and racing heart. He didn't realize it at first, but he was sitting up... alone.

Jared got to his feet already in a full blown panic. He didn't mean to fall asleep. He was rubbing his sister's back softly, and he just wanted to close his eyes for a moment. Why did he fall asleep?!

"Gen! Genevieve, where are you?" Jared yelled looking on the floor thinking she must have fallen off. Nothing. He looked behind the couch. Nothing. Under the table. Nothing. "Genevieve!"

That was when Chad came out to see him rubbing his tired eyes. He was about to scold his friend for yelling, but when he saw the look of panic on Jared's face, he felt instantly worried.

"What's wrong?"

Jared ran up to him looking like a scared parent. "Where's Genevieve? She was on my chest, and I woke up and she was gone. Did someone break into the house and take her? Where is she?!"

Chad grabbed his friend's face making him halt and looked in his eyes. "Jared, calm down. I know where she is."

Jared stopped at his friend's words. "Where?"

"Turn around," Chad motioned with his finger backing away.

Jared furrowed his brows, but did what he was told. Directly behind him, he saw Lilith holding a very happy Genevieve. He sighed in relief, but then felt his anger spike up. "What the hell, Lilith?" Jared didn't waste anytime taking his daughter from his best friend. "Why did you take her? Why didn't you tell me you had her?"

Lilith glared at him and crossed her arms. "I tried. If you would've stopped yelling, you might've been able to hear me. I couldn't get through to you, so I waited until Chad came out. As for why I took her, she needed a serious change and then I fed her."

Now that he got his breathing and heart rate under control, he felt his anger drain away. He sighed. "I'm sorry. I just-"

Lilith put up her hand to stop him, "It's okay, we know." She kissed his cheek. "Do you want to stay the night? You both could take the guest room."

It was tempting, it really was, because he didn't know if his uncle was still there, and he didn't want to see him. Looking down at his sister, he knew he had to get her home. He shook his head, collected their things and said his goodbyes.

As he held Genevieve in his arms, he carefully took out his phone. He frowned when he saw that he had fifteen missed calls and seven voice messages all from his brother. Jeff had left messages for him in the past, but never this many at one time. He stuffed his phone in his pocket assuming that he either wanted to know where he was or apologize for ditching him.

As he walked in his house, he immediately knew something was wrong. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, but he grew up in this house, he could just feel it in the atmosphere. He closed the door carefully and locked it. He wasn't completely sure if whatever danger was nearby was in the house or outside. If the danger was outside, obviously he didn't want it to come in. But if it was inside, he didn't want the danger to get away.

He set the bags and stroller near the entrance quietly, and held his sister as close and tightly as he could without hurting her. With his free hand he slowly walked to a nearby table and reached underneath it where he found what he was looking for. A 1911 .45 Caliber. It was his favorite gun. He held it up ready to defend against whoever set his nerves off.

When he turned thirteen, his father took him to the shooting range and he was proud of himself when Gerald said that he was a natural. When he got old enough, he was given the gun. Since he was human, he wasn't as strong as his family was. His father said that he needed something that would work both on werewolves and vampires. It was what he was told to use against them if they ever tried to attack Genevieve.

Every single one of his bullets that he owned (and he owned a lot) were all one hundred percent silver bullets coated in dead man's blood.

He felt really bad for Genevieve's hearing with being so close, but there was no way he was going to leave her alone. He's seen plenty of movies, and he was going to try and avoid as many mistakes as he could.

It didn't take that long to search the whole house. It didn't make any sense. Jared knew something was wrong, but nothing seemed wrong. Everything looked perfectly fine. He went to his bedroom and locked the door behind him.

Jared put Genevieve in her crib giving her a toy and then sat down on his bed. He pulled out his phone and decided it was best to check whatever messages were left to him. He put in his pin code and put his phone to his ear.

"Jay, we need you to come back home. Dad and I have to talk to you; it's really important."

Jared went to the next message.

"Jared! Where the hell did you go?" Jared didn't know why it was his father leaving a message instead of his brother. Why were they together? "Look, something happened and we need you both to come back. Please, hurry."

What the fuck? His father sounded... scared?

"Jared, why aren't you answering your fucking phone? That's the whole point? Dammit, Jared!"

The next was from his brother.

"Jared, I know you're pissed at me this morning, but you don't understand why I had to do it. I'm so sorry. We'll explain everything. Please, call us back."

The next. It was about thirty minutes before he left.

"Okay, it keeps ringing, so you're clearly ignoring us. Look, I need you to listen very carefully. When you get home, we won't be there. I need you to pack whatever you can... fast. Grab as much ammo as you can. Under your pillow is a journal..."

Jared turned around and lifted his pillow to reveal a black leather journal. It looked familiar. It was his mother's. He hasn't seen it since before he left for college... before his mother died.

"... take it and leave."

What?

"I'm serious, Jared. You and Genevieve need to run away as far as you can and as fast as you can."

Jared looked up when he heard a car's squealing tires. He looked out his window, but couldn't see anyone.

"I'm sorry, son. I don't say this very often, but I love you. We all love you. We made so many mistakes, but our biggest one was twenty years ago. When you learn the truth, don't ever forget that you're still our son... just as much as you are his."

"Dad! There's too many!" Jeff yelled somewhere in the background. Jared can hear gunshots.

"Despite what the circumstances were when you first came into our lives, I'm so proud of you... Sa-"

Jared flinched when he heard his father yell and at the sound of another shot. It sounded like the phone dropped, but it was still on. He could hear what was happening on the other line.

"Where did he go?" a voice demanded.

Jared knew that voice and hated it with a passion.

"Fuck you Alastair!" Another shot followed by two sounds that sounded like a knife slicing through... flesh.

"DAD!" Jared screamed.

Jared quickly did what his father had told him to do. It was rather hard for him to focus with his vision getting blurry. He wiped the tears that fell from his eyes away angrily.

That fucking bastard! He knew he should've killed that fucker that morning. This was all his fault. If he had just followed his instincts and killed him, his father and brother would still be alive. He did this. He might as well have just cut their heads off himself.

He stood up straight startled at the sound of his front door being kicked open. He picked up his pace making sure to grab his things that he couldn't leave behind along with Genevieve's baby stuff and shoved in all into his duffel. After he stuffed his mother's journal into his bag he threw it around his shoulder. Jared put Genevieve in her car seat deeming that it would be much easier for him.

Holding his bag and sister, he pulled out his gun and held it in front of him. Jared made his way to his door and looked out. Nothing. As he was about to walk completely out of his room, he saw a figure dressed all in black. He aimed his gun for the heart and fired bringing down the intruder. He wasn't sure if it was something supernatural or human, but either way it would get the job done.

Jared tried to calm down Genevieve who had started crying from the loud gunshots. He felt guilty, but felt that her safety was more important. He didn't know what he was going to do. His father didn't tell him where he was supposed to go, but he would have to worry about that once he was finally out of the house and away from danger.

Jared managed to shoot three more men, who he could tell were all human. Why the hell were humans trying to kill him? What did they want? After them trying to kill him, he wasn't going to stop and ask. Maybe if it was just him he would.

He found himself in the kitchen near the back door. It was closed and locked. He cursed. There was no way he was going to put his daughter down. Jared backed up and with all his strength, he kicked the door open. He was almost out when he heard yelling. Putting Genevieve in front of him not believing that whoever wanted to kill him was going to stop just because he had a child in his hands.

"Jay, wait!"

"Jared!"

Jared turned around with his gun ready to fire, but when he saw who he was standing in front of he hesitated. After intruders break into his house and tried to kill him, he wasn't going to put down his gun even if the person he was standing in front of was a friendly face.

"Chad? What are you doing here?" Jared was very skilled with a gun, but pointing it at his best friend made him feel like an ignorant child playing with something he shouldn't be.

Chad had his hands up in an act of surrender, but it didn't make him feel better because he too was holding a gun.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Jared screamed. "Why do you have a fucking gun?"

"Jay, I need you to listen to me very carefully. We don't have a lot of time to explain everything to you. There's more coming." Chad cautiously walked toward him, but stopped when Jared got control of his shaking gun.

"'We'? Who the fuck is 'we'?"

Jared didn't get an answer from him, because coming from behind Chad was Lilith. She was dressed in black and had a gun of her own, and it was pointed directly at him.

"Lily? What are you doing? Are you with them? You two here to try and kill me too?" He shifted the gun from Chad to Lilith. Jared felt total betrayal, and it felt like getting punched in the gut knowing that his best friends were going try and kill him.

Lilith shook her head, but didn't lower the gun. "You don't understand. Please, just listen to him."

Jared didn't respond, but he didn't move. Still pointing the gun at Lilith, he looked to Chad waiting for him to talk.

Chad lowered his hands taking a deep breath. "When you went to college, Lily and I met up with some people. Then one day, Gerald and Jeff came to us and explained something that happened twenty years ago. What they told us and what we've learned from those people we met, everything started to make sense."

"What the hell are you talking about? What people?"

"Jared... we work with the Archangels."

Jared thought he went deaf all of a sudden, because there was no way he heard what he thought he did. "Excuse me?"

"You're not who you think are. We've been trying to locate your brother, but without proof no one will tell us. He's too important, and because we don't have enough experience and they don't fully trust us, they won't let us talk to him."

"Who are you talking about? Do you mean Jeff? You know his name. And not who I think am? I'm Jared Padalecki. That's who I am." His friend must have seriously lost his mind.

Chad shook his head sadly. "No, it's not. You're-"

Out of nowhere, they could hear yelling. Chad looked to him and reloaded his gun. "Go, Jared. Take my car out back and just drive."

Jared caught the keys Chad tossed to him. "But, Chad-" He still felt betrayal, but he still wanted to know what his friend was talking about.

"GO! Lilith, go with Jared. I'll hold them off."

Lilith fired another shot and shook her head. "No, I'm not leaving you behind. Jared, you have to go. Go now! Find the Ackles pack, they'll help you."

What? "Who is that? Where do I find them?"

But he never got his answer, because he had to think about his sister. As he's running away, with all the sounds of the guns, he's not sure his friends heard him. Jared didn't want to leave them behind, and if it wasn't for Genevieve he would've stayed. He didn't know what the hell was going on or when his best friends joined up with a group that he secretly wanted to be apart of, but he would have to worry about that later.

Jared begged Genevieve to stop crying, and when he got far enough she did. It was only when he got into Chad's car and drove off, did he realize that with all the gunshots, there were no police. What the fuck was wrong that picture? There was no way people didn't hear all those gunshots.

Later that night, Jared pulled the car over where they wouldn't be seen. It was dark and quiet, and it was perfect for them... for now. He didn't want to risk getting tracked to a motel. He may not know what was going on or why he had to run off, but he did know that his uncle was somehow involved, and that fucking bastard most likely killed his family.

Now that the night was quiet he could finally think. He took care of his sister's needs and sighed in relief when she fell asleep quickly and without much of a fuss. He didn't want her to get too stiff in the car seat, so he laid her down in the back seat. He put his seat back as far as it could go so he could keep an eye on her.

He stared down at his mother's journal in his hands. With the light from the car, he could see that it was more worn out than before. He felt his hands shake, and he took a deep breath. He slowly opened it, and he felt something falling onto his lap.

He looked down and picked up a piece of... jewelry? He looked at it closely. Why did he know what it was? He's never seen it before, yet he couldn't explain how he knew... it was his. This was his, but how? And if it was his, why did his mother have it?

Jared didn't know how long he was staring at it, but the light hit it just right when he moved and suddenly he whispered, "A Flaming Star."

AN: Like it? I hope you did. Anyway, I wasn't going to add guns to the story, but I really wanted Jared to use guns since he's human. He needs some way to protect himself. Until next time. -Kauri510