Lost and Found

Chapter five

Crowley closed the door behind Jody while Dean folded the paper with Sam's address on it and placed it in his back pocket. He attempted to head back to the kitchen to go clean up but Crowley was back to his regular self after the officer had left.

"Hold it," Crowley said, Dean, bit his lower lip as he had a feeling that Crowley was about to do something to him. "What did she say to you,"

"Nothing," Dean responded. "Nothing at all she just wanted to check if I was okay,"

"And I noticed she gave you something?" Crowley asked, approaching Dean. "Don't walk away from me Dean,"

"It was nothing," Dean said. Before Dean could react, Crowley grabbed his arm and attempted to pull the small sheet of paper from Dean's hands. Dean did his best to keep a tight grip on the paper however, Crowley had been stronger and tore the paper from Dean's hand, he pushed Dean onto the floor hard causing him to wince in pain.

"She gave you her number?" Crowley said as he read the digits. "Now I can't have that, I told you if you tried to get the police's attention you will be punished, plus you have no need for this," Crowley tore the paper into pieces. Dean got up from the floor only for the locket to come out of his shirt. "And I will be taking this," Crowley gripped the locket and tore it off of Dean.

"Wait! You can't do that!" Dean exclaimed, attempting to grab his locket back. "It belongs to my mother!"

"Too bad I just did," Crowley stated and pushed Dean against the wall pinning him with his arm. "Your mother was a worthless piece of shit just like you are, and don't you ever forget that," he continued. Dean felt anger pulse through his veins but knew that if he fought back it would end up much worse for him. So he clenched his fist and watched Crowley prepare himself to leave. Obviously, the man planned on getting drunk tonight, so this was his chance to see Sam. "Go to bed when I get back," Crowley said, closing the door behind him. Dean waited until the man had left, if things were different he would beat Crowley to the bone. But he didn't even know if he was strong enough to do that. So he needed to do the next best thing and protect Sam from Crowley. Since the rich man had been in a rush he hadn't realized that Dean had memorized the writing on the paper.

"You stupid son of bitch, " Dean whispered to himself. He got into his own car and made his way to Sam's house. The place was all dark except for one room that still had lights on, figuring it was Sam's room. Dean picked up some rocks on the ground and threw them at the window. Sam heard the sound immediately and sighed thinking some girl was chasing him down.

"Who is... Dean?" Sam trailed off once he opened the window.

"Hey, I know this is weird but we need to talk, can I come up?" Dean asked. Sam didn't answer and just ran out of his room to meet with his brother. Hopefully, Dean being here meant that he had figured everything out. "Maybe I scared him, " Dean said to himself. Before he could think about it for too long, Sam ran out of the front door and hugged him.

"I've missed you, did you get away from Crowley?" Sam asked. "I called the cops on him, "

"Yeah I know that's actually why I'm here," Dean responded awkwardly patting Sam on the back. He hadn't been hugged before at least not that he could remember. Sam pulled away confused as to why Dean didn't return the hug.

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"Can I come in?" Dean asked as Sam nodded and stepped away from Dean allowing him in, Dean walked in as the two went up to Sam's room. Sam closed the door once Dean was in his room and sat on the bed. "Look, Sam, thank you for what you did, but don't do it again,"

"What but De.." Sam started.

"It's Dean," Dean responded. "I don't know you, and I don't know why you came to the garage today, but please just don't call the police again,"

"You were getting hurt! I saw it happen!" Sam exclaimed.

"It still doesn't justify what you did, you could have really got me in trouble," Dean answered.

"You lied to the police didn't you?" Sam asked, almost angry. "I can't believe you," he scoffed. "I spend the last twelve years of my life tracking you down and you lie when I try to help you!" Dean flinched at Sam's voice, even if he was used to yelling it still scared him.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about but I can handle myself just fine," Dean said, his voice shaking briefly. "You don't even understand, if you tried to help in any way shape or form, Crowley would do something to you when you don't deserve it," Sam turned away crossing his arms. He was trying to avoid looking hurt by what Dean had said.

"If you don't know me then why are you here?" Sam asked. "I'm sorry for scaring you, just under a lot of stress lately," he must have been wrong. This Dean wasn't his brother, he was just some stranger.

"I've got amnesia, kid, I don't even know who I am," Dean explained. "I only know my name, but when you talked to me earlier, it helped me remember something from when I was six,"

"Don't do that, don't give me false hope, " Sam responded. He tried to stand up and walk away but Dean stopped him. "Please let go, you're not helping me at all,"

"I saw a four-year-old boy, named Sammy, my mother was putting him to bed," Dean said. "But that's all I can remember,"

"Dean, that little boy was me, at least that's what I thought before," Sam told him. "You don't have the locket," he pointed out. His brother was supposed to have the other half of it. "Or do you?" He asked.

"I have the locket, but Crowley took it," Dean answered. "I don't know where it is,"

"Wait, does it look like this one?" Sam asked taking his locket off so that Dean could see it. "Don't lose it, " he was about to either get an answer he desired-or dreaded. Either way, he was going to cry.

"Yes," Dean said. "It looks just like that," he continued. "Your last name is Winchester isn't it?" Before Sam could say anything else, he heard his grandfather calling out to him causing Dean to look worried. "Sorry, I got to go," Dean spoke quickly and asked Sam if there was a way out. Sam nodded and opened the window. "We should talk again some time,"

"What about tomorrow? Like at a coffee house or something?" Sam asked.

"That'll work," Dean responded and climbed out the window before quickly taking off in his car to head back to Crowley's house.