Lost and Found

Chapter eight

"Sam, don't forget to take the trash out," Samuel said to his grandson.

"I won't," Sam responded, picking up some trash bags. He disliked this chore but at least it was better than having it inside the house. Inside his head, he was planning on possible ideas on how to get his hands on some pictures. If telling Dean things didn't work and if he didn't have the locket, then how was he supposed to prove anything. "Why can't this just be easier," he sighed. Something falling across the street caught his attention, he jumped and dropped the bags he was holding. "Hello?" He asked. Sam approached the street however, he didn't have time to react when suddenly someone had shot a bullet at him. Sam jumped to the side in shock to find a man wearing a maroon shirt and leather jacket with jeans stepped into view.

"You must be Samuel Winchester," the stranger said, cocking his gun. "You slipped from my boss once, you won't slip away again," Sam had wondered how his grandparents hadn't heard the shot then realized that there might have been a silencer on the weapon. Sam backed away and took off from his grandparent's house not willing to put them in danger. From the way it seemed, Crowley already knew what was happening. Gadreel chased after Sam, if the police weren't willing to help him then he had to find another way to put a stop to this. Meanwhile, back at Crowley's house, Dean figured that maybe climbing out the window was probably the best thing. He couldn't sit back and lose his brother, all the pain and suffering he had gone through was going to end and Crowley wasn't going to get away with it.

He ran over to the window and pulled it open, reaching out, he grabbed the branch and swung himself down to the ground. Turning the corner, Dean waited and saw Crowley was leaving to go to work, no doubt that he locked the front door. Dean searched outside the house until he pushed open another window that was closest to the living room and climbed in. Dean raced inside, he grabbed his keys and ran back outside, getting into his car, he started the engine and backed out of the driveway then drove to Sam's house. Along the way he saw Sam running down a block with Gadreel chasing after him. Dean swerved in front of Gadreel and unlocked the passenger's seat.

"Dean?" Sam said in surprise. "How?"

"No time, get in," Dean said quickly, without hesitation, Sam got into the passenger's seat as Gadreel attempted to shoot at them but missed.

"De why is this man after me?" Sam asked as he ducked for cover.

"Crowley is all I can say, just stay down and don't look back," Dean responded. Gadreel followed after them even though he struggled to keep up. The hitman continued to shoot at the impala until he managed to make a hole in one of the tires.

"Too easy, " Gadreel said as he watched Dean struggle to keep his car going. He continued to struggle until the car came to a stop.

"Oh come on baby no, " Dean said to his car.

"Dean, he's coming!" Sam exclaimed. Gadreel was walking towards them holding his gun. Sam felt feverish and had never been so scared in his life.

"Sammy, run now!" Dean ordered but his little brother refused to leave.

"I won't leave you, " Sam declared. He had spent practically his whole life trying to find his brother and no dangerous situation was going to stop him.

"Sam there isn't... " Dean tried to argue but Sam cut him off.

"No!" Sam yelled, hugging his brother. "I don't want to lose you again," Dean didn't have much time to argue with his newfound brother so both of them pulled away and got out of the car. They took off toward the nearest alleyway however they ended up at a dead-end and the hitman was right behind them. Sam didn't want Dean to get hurt anymore and as the hitman shot at Sam and Dean, Sam saw that the bullet was going to hit Dean and knocked his brother out of the way only for him to get hit in the shoulder. Sam fell to the ground and held his shoulder as Dean got up and raced over to Sam.

"Sammy?!" Dean yelled and held onto his younger brother doing his best to stop the bleeding.

"Dean, it hurts, " Sam cried.

"I know," Dean said. "I'm going to get you somewhere safe," however, Gadreel had pointed a gun at both Sam and Dean. "You son of a bitch! If he dies, I'm going to kill you and Crowley!"

"Watch it, kid," Gadreel said. "I was only told to kill the boy, you, on the other hand, he wants you alive," As Gadreel monologued Crowley walked in on the scene.

"See Dean this is what happens when you disobey," he said. "How is Moose doing down there?" He asked

"Screw you," Sam slurred out.

"Why do you hate me so much Crowley," Dean said. "I never did anything to you,"

"Oh, I forget that you don't remember, " Crowley mocked. "I knew your parents, we were best friends, " he continued. "But then your father betrayed me and stole your mother from me," he kept going. "So I finished them off quickly but once I found out about you two, I was going to take both of you but your mother escaped with your little brother there and I got landed with you," The words that Crowley said caused Dean to have another memory flash. The house suddenly became dark and Dean watched the door as someone attempted to kick it down.

"Dean," Sam said as he clung to his brother for protection. Dean told him to stay close as he could tell that his parents were getting scared. The door finally came down and the man had a gun.

"Here's Crowley," the man said with a smirk. Dean instantly knew the man was and he looked around for a place to hide. "Aww aren't they so cute," Crowley said as he spotted the two boys. Dean could feel Crowley staring at him like he was a strip of meat, he saw his mother pick up Sam and he felt his father grab him quickly. But that didn't last long as Crowley yelled a ton of things at his parents while they yelled back.

"Crowley, what the hell are you doing here?" He heard his father yell.

"Oh it's simple, I'm here for the children," Crowley responded, loading his gun. "It's called leverage my old friends, learn it, live it, love it," Dean watched in fear as Crowley made his move and shot down his dad.

"Daddy!" Dean called out. Crowley leaned down to look at him and hit him on the head.

"De!" Sam cried out. That was the last thing he heard before his world went dark.

"You stole me," Dean suddenly said as everything came rushing back to him. "And you killed my parents,"

"And now I'm going to kill your brother, Gadreel aim for the kid," Crowley responded.