Lost and Found

Chapter six

 When Dean returned to Crowley's house, the man was passed out on the couch drunk. "Looks like the bottle got the best of you again," Dean commented as he set his keys down and went up to his room. It was quite late as Dean had been gone for hours even though he didn't realize it. Exhausted he glanced at his alarm clock that said it was after midnight and crashed onto his bed. Before falling asleep he thought back to his talk with Sam and wondered why he had the same locket he did, surely it couldn't be a coincidence. It had to mean something, speaking of the locket Dean wondered how Sam knew about it. "So many questions with so few answers," he grumbled to himself. He tossed and turned unable to relax due to the sudden headache he was getting. It hurt worse than the first one and for a split second Dean thought he was dying. Dean was four years old when his mother had brought him into a nursery, in the crib lay an infant that Dean could easily assume was Sam.

"Come on Dean, let's say good night to your brother," his mother had said. Dean saw his four-year-old self climb on the crib and kiss his brother on the forehead.

"Good night Sammy," Dean had said. Sam giggled at him and reached out to try and grab Dean's hair. It didn't work as Dean pulled away when their father entered. The memory stopped and Dean's head didn't hurt anymore. He almost wished that it had kept going so he could see what happened next. Eventually, Dean fell asleep and woke up the next day at around seven am. Crowley was already downstairs and seemed to be fixing his black suit for some special occasion.

"You seem tired," Crowley commented once he noticed Dean.

"I'm not," Dean responded and started making his way toward the kitchen and attempted to change the topic. "Is something going on?" Dean had been referring to the suit that Crowley was getting dressed in.

"Got a meeting scheduled with an important client tonight," Crowley explained. "Did you forget that this Gadreel could give me the biggest sale of my career?" He asked. "Or did your funny little brain forget that I told you to make no noise when he arrives?"

"Right.. How could I forget," Dean said sarcastically. "When a client comes here stay in my room and don't make any noise, cant you do it at your office or something?" Crowley cleared his throat making Dean go silent.

"We have been over this a thousand times my boy, the world is dark, selfish, and cruel," Crowley said to him. "Out there you will be seen as a freak and the only person who you can trust is me, remember what I've taught you?" He asked. Dean remained silent, not willing to test Crowley any longer. At least he wasn't going to push the topic about being tired. Crowley gestured for Dean to come closer as he wasn't done with their conversation yet. "I want to hear you say it, Dean, the world will see you as a freak and I am your only friend, or else," he threatened.

"Fine," Dean said. "If I go out there, I won't have any friends and I'll be an outcast and the only friend I have is you," Dean turned away from Crowley and said something under his breath. "I doubt you know how to be a friend,"

"Right you are, now obey and stay up there," Crowley told him. "I expect you to only come out when you're making a meal, you won't have to work today," he continued. "But don't get used to it, you'll be working for me for another thirty-seven years," Crowley walked into his office after that and closed the double doors. Dean knew that he wouldn't be in there long as soon as Gadreel arrived Crowley would be out of his office showing his client around the place. It was always extremely boring for him on nights like that. Later that evening, while Crowley was busy talking with Gadreel, Dean made a bold move and grabbed his leather jacket. He pulled it on and climbed out the window. He was going to meet with Sam to talk to him. The meeting with Gadreel was going to last an hour so hopefully talking with Sam won't take him that long. He knew that he couldn't exactly take his car since Crowley could easily hear that plus his keys were downstairs.

Slowly, he opened the window and looked down. He had to make sure that Crowley wouldn't see him sneaking out the window, when he was clear, Dean reached over and grabbed one of the branches on the tree and started climbing down. Once he reached the ground he walked to the side of the house and peeked around the corner. However, he saw Crowley and Gadreel talking outside. Dean looked around for a place to hide and noticed the air conditioner. Thankfully, it had been big enough to hide him so he hid behind it and waited until Crowley and Gadreel passed by. When he heard they were far enough away, Dean made his move and took off toward the nearest coffee house. Sam was there sitting outside with a bunch of papers and an iced coffee, he seemed to be looking for something in the file he had with him.

"Come on, just give me one thing on him," Sam huffed. He was clearly frustrated and Dean decided to interrupt.

"You aren't going to find anything about me on the internet, kid," Dean said instantly. Sam gave him a look and asked if he was there to help or make things worse.

"You're not helping you know," Sam answered. "This whole thing is hard enough," he continued. "You don't have to make it harder," Dean chuckled and sat down across from Sam.

"I'm not trying to make it harder," Dean answered. "I've already tried that tactic, any chance I got, but nothing, unless you've got pictures, I won't be able to remember who I am. I was only six, not much memories to be made at that age, or even to remember anything,"

"I don't have any pictures because all of them were lost when I got chased out of my house," Sam answered and pushed the papers away from him. "The memory is vague because I was young as well but there was a bad man there," he continued. "So no memory or not you can't stop me from trying Dean,"