Lost and Found

Chapter two

Crowley impatiently waited for Dean to return, as he wanted the kid to hurry up and get back so he could get to work. Eventually, Dean walked back into the house carrying a bunch of bags, he dropped them on the table without saying a word and tried to head to his room.

"Going somewhere?" Crowley asked making Dean stop.

"To my room," Dean responded as he paused at the hallway entrance.

"I never said you could go there and avoid going to work!" Crowley yelled. "Planning on spending the day trying to look for answers huh?" He asked. Since Dean had amnesia it wasn't uncommon for him to stay in his room and attempt to find stuff that might trigger his memory. "Take it off," Crowley said. Dean knew Crowley had been talking about the half locket, Dean placed a protective hand over it, took a deep breath, and turned to face Crowley. Even if it meant that he was going to get hurt.

"No," Dean said but instantly regretted it. Crowley backhanded him across the face and told him to listen or he wouldn't be allowed to leave the house.

"Try and be more grateful towards what you have, squirrel now get out of my sight," Crowley demanded.

"Quit calling me Squirrel!" Dean yelled as he had winced earlier. "My name is Dean Winchester! Get it right old man!" Dean stormed off after that. He went into his room and slammed the door to appease his anger, his home life sucked. Dean would do anything to just have one memory of before he ended up here so he knew what had happened. Dean removed the locket and looked at the picture inside it. While he only had one-half of it, at least he remembered what his mother looked like. Dean touched the picture he knew that it had been his mother since he had her eyes but it still didn't help with his amnesia. Dean flipped the locket over to find two letters embedded on the back. SW. Meanwhile, back at the Campbell home, Sam and his grandfather had just arrived home carrying the groceries inside. Sam was telling his grandfather about his encounter with an older man in his late teens and how he could see a brief piece of the same locket he had.

"What's on your mind bud is it a girl?" Samuel asked, joking a bit. Sam laughed at his grandfather but said something else.

"No, Grandpa it's not," Sam answered. "I saw a guy there, he was eighteen years old maybe and I swear that not only do we have the same eye color but he had a similar locket to mine,"

"Did he give you his name or anything?" Deanna asked. "I know what you're thinking Sam and you could be right but you need to be prepared for also being wrong,"

"Deanna don't tell him that," Samuel said to his wife.

"No he didn't give me a name," Sam responded. "But that doesn't mean I won't stop to find him," Sam continued. "Mom told me to find my brother, I'm fifteen and what I want for my birthday is for my brother to be with us, I miss him so much,"

"I know you do buddy, we miss him too," Deanna told him. "But this won't be easy, the first step to confirm your suspicions would be to talk to him, see if he remembers anything," she continued. "Or check his records that might be faster,"

"Um Deanna, I think you're giving him the steps in the wrong order," Samuel responded. "Do what you think is best for both of you Sam, but this reunion isn't going to be all hugs," he continued. "He might not recognize you,"

"It's worth a try!" Sam exclaimed. "I'm going into town on my bike to find out if I can find him anywhere,"

"Okay but don't be out after dark," His grandmother said to him. Sam nodded and left the room to grab his bike. Making sure that he had enough money in his wallet he made his way into town and stopped at a police station. It was quite crowded and he wasn't pleased that he had to wait in a long line but eventually he made it to the front desk.

"How can I help you?" The lady at the desk asked. "I'm Jody Mills,"

"Hi, my name is Sam Winchester, I was wondering if you could help me find someone," Sam said nervously.

"I can try, do you know this person's name, date of birth, and social security number?" Jody asked. "The cost for this will always be thirty bucks,"

"His name is Dean Winchester, he was born January 24, 1983," Sam explained. "But I don't know his social security number, I also have enough to pay that," Sam opened his wallet and pulled out thirty dollars to hand over to Jody. "I just need to know where he works, I'm his little brother,"

"I understand sweetie and I'll do my best to find him," Jody reassured him. She typed in the information he gave her and didn't like what she found. There was almost nothing on Dean Winchester; it was like he didn't exist. But she did manage to find one thing that might help. "There isn't much but he works as a mechanic for the CEO of a tech company," Jody explained. "Big-time a hole Crowley, he runs the place and lives like a king,"

"Do you know where I can find this place?" Sam asked. "I'm sorry but it's important that I find him,"

"The company is a few blocks from here, but it will be difficult to get in without a pass kid," Jody said to him. "I'm sorry there isn't more that I can do for you," Sam felt briefly deflated but he wasn't going to give up. He thanked Jody and left the police station. Even though he knew that it was hard to get into, he can at least try to sneak in. Anything to find his brother, he climbed onto his bike and rode it down the block. One way or the other Sam was going to find Dean whether it would be an easy meetup or not.