**Sam and Dean returned home, the tires screeching and throwing gravel throughout the driveway. Within minutes, Sam had stepped foot into the house. "Sweetheart," Sam called, "I'm home!" No reply. The silence was the scariest thing about coming home at times; not forgetting the incident with Officer Green earlier. Sam's soft patter scrurried across the hardwood floor as he crossed over into the kitchen. "Shela?" Still no reply.
Sam peered around corners as he slowly observed the place; his nerves began to get the best of him. Soft, small sobs echoed in the hallway as Sam laid eyes on our small, baby girl, alone on the cold floor. "What's wrong, Sammi?" he sighed, picking her up. Sammi contiued to cry as she clutched to Sam's shoulders, "Where's mommy?" Our small infant pointed down the hall to our bedroom door, spread wide open. That was unusual. Sam dreaded what our daughter was showing him, but he knew he had to go on. Slowly, he carried Sammi in his arms and the first thing he noticed was Buddy...covered in blood...my blood.
"Buddy? Where's Mama?"
"Ma....maa," Buddy pointed, leading Sam's eyes to my unconcsience body, "Maaa..mama..."
Sam darted out of the house, his crying infants in tow; Dean was under the hood of the Impalla, checking for any damages. "Dean, take these." Sam said, shoving the babies into Dean's arms. "Uh, okay..what's wrong?"
"It's Shela..She's..she's bloody and I don't know what's wrong. I've already called an ambulance, so get the kids in their carseats. I'll be back.."
"But.." Dean started but Sam had already went back in. He rushed back to my side and held my hand as I began to arouse."Sam?" I whispered.
"What's wrong? I.."
"You remember how I said those Officers searched the house?" I asked, he nodded. "Well, Officer Green came back..only that wasn't Officer Green..It was R.." and I was cold like a cucumber again.
*******To Be Continued***********
