Lost And Found ✔︎

72- No Love For The Winchesters

"And that was the night that Dean Winchester murdered my father. And that's... that's why he's gonna die." Cole starts.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not looking for your sympathy, Sammy. I'm looking for your brother. So, why don't you tell me where Dean-o is, and then I'll let you go." He bargains.

"That's not gonna happen."

"Really? Now, you know your brother gave me the, uh, green light to put one between your eyes, right?"

"Dean...Dean isn't Dean right now. Now, look, I don't know who you are -" I remind.

"Name's Cole. Listen, Sam...Every night...since I was 13 years old...Every night, I close my eyes and all I can see is your brother and all that blood...and my daddy. Now...I know Dean's family and all, but he gave you up. And you have no reason to protect him -- none. So help me. Please."

"Look, I'm sorry about your dad. Whatever happened... Dean had a reason. I don't know how to tell you this. There are monsters out there."

"You don't think I know that? I did two tours in Iraq. Special Ops, Darfur...The Congo. I've seen suicide bombers and child soldiers so hopped up on speed that they could barely talk! Oh, but they could sure as hell shoot an A.K." He admits.

"Not that kind of monster." I mutter.

"Don't tell me about monsters! 'Cause I've met my share."

"I mean vampires! All right? Werewolves. Monster... monsters. Look in the bag. [motioning with his head to his duffel sitting to the side] Go on. Take a look. It's right there." Sam tests as Cole opens the duffel and takes out the flask.

"I guess even psychos need to hydrate."

"It's holy water."

"Holy cow."

"Look, I'm not a psycho. And I'm not lying."

"Well, you see, that's exactly what a psycho liar would say, so... See my dilemma? [Cole sets his own backpack on the table and pulls out a ball peen hammer.] I guess...We are just gonna have to do this the other way."

***

"Hmm. That's the guy. I called 911, but he was gone before they showed up. That dude get to you, too?" The guard asks.

"Oh, uh, no. This is, uh, just a...hunting accident."

"Damn."

"Yeah. Would you do me a favor? If you do see him again, will you give me a call?"

"Yeah. You bet."

"Thanks."

Sam and I get in his stolen truck and pulls out of the parking lot. Cole is watching him from his own vehicle and pulls out to follow him.

***

"Hello, Bullwinkle. You miss me?" He asks Sam.

"So much." He sighs as he gets the demon killing knife out.

"You're here for Dean. I'm here to give him to you."

"What?"

"The little prat's bad for business. He's... uncontrollable. Must be the Mark. Anyway, Dean's your problem now -- again, forever."