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"Garth, how did you even find her?" Sam asked as we followed him from his driveway around his house and into the old hay barn he had converted into a hunter's 'den'.
"Believe me compadre, it wasn't easy!" he answered with a proud and somehow humble smile as he pulled open the sliding barn door, "She's a runner, this one."
"Garth, you're the best." I said as I let out the breath I was holding.
He had found Jael and called us immediately. While we were making our trip over he had also taken the liberty of tying her up like an evil, egotistical present for us: the utter sweetheart.
"He's a werewolf! Shouldnt you be killing him?!" Jael yelled as she struggled against her ropes.
"Shut your cake hole." Dean snapped, pointing at her with an angel blade threateningly.
Jael opened her mouth as wide as possible and just stared at Dean with a dead look in her eyes as if she was trying to challenge him.
That's a really stupid idea sister.
Garth clapped the boy's on the back, interrupting the stare down, "Well, I would love to stay for the show but I have a barbecue to get to. Uncle Arnold and Cousin Bo went hunting the other day and got a nice haul of elk! Don't do anything that would attract the cops or FBI, you hear?"
"No promises." Sam muttered.
"Hey now Gigantor." Garth warned, "You're supposed to be the level headed one." He gave Sam an extra pat on the back and came over to me to give me a huge hug.
"Good to see you when I'm not incapacitated. I hope you find the girl. She seems like a real sweetheart." Garth sighed as he released me and backed out the barn door, closing it behind him.
We waved our goodbyes and turned on Jael emitting a barely controlled rage like no other.
Sam picked Dean's angel blade out of his hand and strolled up to Jael, leaning forward and resting his hands on his knees, "You will answer our questions or you will wish you were never born. Understand?"

It took five hours. Five hours full of screaming and slicing and tearing and a whole host of other wonderful squelching sounds before she finally broke.
"CROWLEY" she screamed as Sam carved another canyon into her thigh.
"Excuse me?" I asked, trying my hardest not to smite her on the spot. I could feel a heat behind my eyes I hadn't felt since the night the boys rescued me from Crowley and noticed a blue light bouncing off Jael as I glared at her.
I need to calm down. We need her alive for information.
She gasped for breath as she let her head fall back in relief from the absence of the knife, "I sold her to Crowley."
Sam dropped the angel blade and stood completely straight, clenching his jaw and turning on his heel.
"Dean you got this?" I asked as I started to follow Sam out the door.
"Yup." He answered, letting the p pop with extra emphasis.
By the time I got my answer Sam was already out the door and running his hands through his hair looking for something to kill. I was surprised just how much of a wreck this had him. Usually I was the one going crazy and he calmed me down.
Is he thinking she is ours too? Does he acknowledge how Harper is basically a Winchester?
"Samson...?" I asked testing the waters to see just how enraged he was.
He stopped himself from kicking one of Bess' potted plants near the back porch and turned to me, hands still tugging at his hair, tears welling in his eyes.
"Twice." He said in a broken guttural voice.
Dammit Sam you can't cry! Then I will cry! I'm trying not to cry solely for your benefit!
"Twice what Samson?" I asked stepping close to him and untangling his fingers from his hair.
"People I love more than anything got taken right from under my nose! I wasn't able to do anything." He explained, having trouble getting through his words.
"Sam we've been over this. It was my fau-"
"NO! IT DOESN'T MATTER! SHE IS PROBABLY BEING TORTURED RIGHT NOW! SHE IS PANICKING AND CRYING AND SCREAMING FOR HELP BUT THERE ISN'T ANY BECAUSE WE ARE JUST STANDING AROUND!" He yelled jerking his hands away and pacing to keep from breaking something.
"Kick the car." I ordered.
"What? No!" He snapped, looking at me like I was nuts.
"Just the tires. You're pissed. Hit something." I elaborated.
He gave me a cautionary glance and took two long strides and kicked the tire like he was going for a 75 yard field goal. He took a step back and did it again, and again, and again until his kicks slowly died out and he was just leaning with his hands on the hood.
"Better?" I asked coming up next to him and rubbing his shoulder.
"No." He growled before slamming his hands down on the hood and popping the trunk to grab an angel blade.
"Sam what are you doing?" I asked as I jogged around Baby to catch up with him as he strode back into the barn.
Sam threw the sliding door open almost ripping it off its tracks, "DID YOU SEND HER TO HELL?"
"Sammy-" Dean tried to caution his brother.
"SHUT UP DEAN." He barked crossing over to Jael with me on his heels, "DID YOU SEND HER TO HELL?" he demanded getting inches from her face and holding the blade at her neck.
"I just gave her to crowley for some petrified olive tree. I don't know what he wanted with her. He contacted me." She rattled off her answer and started to cry.
Sam backed up a few inches and squeezed his eyes shut, "Did he take her to hell?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't know!" She sobbed.
"Sammy we can find her now that we know she's with Crowley. Back up and take a breath." Dean said putting a firm hand on his brother's shoulder.
I placed my hand on his arm and gently pulled him back, "Killing her won't help us find Harper." I reminded him.
Sam shuffled back a few feet but still loomed over Jael, "It would help me." He grumbled.
"I don't know Gingy, she isn't really of use anymore..." Dean hinted.
"No. There's a 20-something year old girl in there." I snapped, "Leave her tied up with a note for Garth or something." I suggested as I backed Sam out the door again.
He gave me more of a fight than I expected and continued glaring at the spot even after Dean closed the door behind me.
"Sam look at me." I demanded.
When he tilted his head down a tear threatened to escape his eye but he quickly mopped it up, looking at me with slowly softening anger.
"We will summon every demon we can to find out where she is. And if she's in hell, so be it. We can get to hell and back. But you need to stay you okay? None of this killing anyone who gets in your way stuff, you hear?" I asked placing my palm on his cheek and making sure he looked me in the eyes and understood what I was saying.
He closed his eyes, rested his forehead on mine and took a deep breath before responding, "Okay..."
I smiled and wrapped my arms around his torso, "I love you."
"I love you too." He sighed almost in relief, "Okay let's go summon some demons." He said pulling back with a sad smile.