Lost and Found

Chapter seven

"What about the people you're staying with?" Dean asked. "Don't they have any pictures?" Sam was about to say something when a waiter came to talk to them.

"Anything I can get you?" the waiter said to Dean. And while Dean was going to say no, his stomach had growled and he realized he hadn't eaten at all that day. Crowley had wanted him to stay in his room which meant he couldn't get any food.

"A sandwich and black coffee would be good," Dean said. "But I don't exactly have any money,"

"I got it," Sam said, handing the waiter a few dollar bills. "Got paid the other day," Dean was shocked. No one had ever done that for him before so this was new to him. The waiter took the money and left to go and get Dean what he had asked for.

"You didn't have to do that," Dean said.

"And let you go hungry, no way," Sam responded. "Besides my mother always told me to help others, that's all I remember of her really," he fiddled with his locket after he said that. Dean wondered if it would be too much trouble to ask what happened.

"Do you remember anything earlier that night?" Dean questioned. "I just remember that mom was putting you to bed and the door was being broken down, after that, I don't know what happened, it was all black,"

"It's not much really Dean I was four, but I remember it was raining that night," Sam explained. "Mom and Dad were talking about something I don't remember but I was there listening," he continued. "Then it got dark, it got cold and you were gone," Sam and Dean continued talking at the same time the waiter came back with Dean's meal. Dean ate as they continued talking, but he had lost track of time and noticed that it was an hour later. Crowley's meeting would have been done by now.

"Thank you," Dean said to Sam. "I hate to stop talking, but I need to go, I left an hour ago and if I'm gone for too long, Crowley will have my head,"

"Dean I don't want you to go, but I don't think I can stop you, promise me you will be okay," Sam said standing up. He needed an actual promise or he wasn't gonna let his brother go anywhere.

"Yes," Dean answered. "I promise but I don't know how long this will stay hidden," without saying anything else, Dean left the coffee house and ran back to Crowley's. Back at the house, Crowley noticed that it was too quiet in Dean's room and decided to check it out. He walked upstairs, he had a sneaking suspicion that Dean was not there. Pushing the door open he saw that Dean was nowhere to be found and that the window had been open. He walked over to the window and looked down to see that Dean was starting to climb up to his room. Crowley hid next to the window out of sight until Dean entered the room.

"Oh um evening," Dean said once he noticed Crowley in his room. "Have a good meeting?" He asked.

"It went well, but the question is," Crowley said. "Where have you been?"

"I thought it would be best to give you complete silence if I left the house," Dean lied. He wasn't exactly good at it but he had a lot of practice when it came to sneaking out. This wasn't the first time he had snuck out during one of Crowley's meetings. "Did Gadreel buy anything?" He asked, trying to change the subject.

"Nice try Dean," Crowley said. "Now tell me the truth," Crowley pulled out his pocket knife and flipped it open, Dean knew where this was going as Crowley grabbed Dean's arm. "Or else," Crowley placed the blade on Dean's arm and cut it with the blade.

"Okay I snuck out, are you a happy old man?!" Dean screamed. He was unsure if he had just saved himself or made things worse. "That's all I did,"

"I knew you had been hiding something," Crowley said. "Who did you go to see? Was it that kid?" When Dean said nothing Crowley raised his voice. "ANSWER ME!"

"I'm not telling you! Get away from me!" Dean screamed trying to fight back. Crowley put the blade away and gripped Dean's wrists forcing them against the door. Crowley kept them in place and looked Dean directly in the eyes.

"Don't make me ask again," Crowley said. "You know the punishment will be worse, now, who did you see?"

"You're smart, figure it out, because I'd rather die and we both know how bad that would look on you," Dean responded. It wasn't often he used that comeback since he always thought fighting back was pointless. But he couldn't let Crowley do anything to his little brother; he had to protect him. Crowley let him go and pushed him on the floor roughly since he knew Dean had a point, if someone found Dean dead he would immediately get blamed for it.

"Seeing as how you had disobeyed me and went to see that kid," Crowley explained. "You will go a week without dinner, you won't see that kid again and I'm locking you in here," Crowley stormed out of the room and closed Dean's door. He locked the door and walked down the stairs.

"Let me out!" Dean screamed as he banged on the door. But it was no use since the door was slammed shut. Dean kept trying since he knew that Sam was now in danger, and he had to do something. Crowley ignored him and decided to give his hitman a call, Sam escaped his grasp once before, he wouldn't let that happen again.

"Hello?" Gadreel answered.

"Gadreel," Crowley said. "Glad I caught you, I have a job for you to do," Crowley proceeded to explain that Dean had already started seeing his brother and needed Gadreel to kill Sam. "He's escaped my grasp once, I won't let that happen again,"