Dean Winchester did not agree to anything that Sam was planning to do, especially with his family. He hated being in the house longer than he needed to be. All he could think about was his adopted father glaring at him like he was a piece of meat and his mother was acting the same way, only worse. Any time he would lock eyes with her, he'd tear them away. Stealing the pearl was possibly his only way to get through his own life without having to worry about anything his adopted parents would put him through.

"Bela is going to be hard to find," Ruby said. "She's quick and agile, but smart. If we tried to get into her office, she'd send her dogs after us."

"So, what do you recommend?" Sam asked, but Dean quickly stepped in.

"I recommend they stay out of this, Sam. I lost the pearl. I should be the one to find it."

"Are you mad?" Sam asked, turning his attention away from Crowley and Ruby and back to him. "That could be what she wants, to get you to show up and maybe even use you."

"That's right," Crowley complained. "Go ahead squirrel, get through to Bela, see where that gets you. It doesn't change the fact that you failed to bring the pearl to us."

"For the millionth time! I had it in my hands, but this lug made me lose it!" Dean yelled.

"Don't raise your voice at us!" Ruby yelled. "We've raised you to be better than this, Dean!"

"Raised me?" Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Funny, I remember it differently! You abused me, made me do things I didn't even want to do, and here you sit, still abusive, as always."

"Guys.." Sam said.

"Hang on," Crowley responded. "We raised you to be strong and brave. You should thank us for doing that."

"Thank you for being shitty parents." Dean said Crowley stood instantly and was ready to slap some sense into Dean but held back since Sam was present and if he slapped Dean, it didn't matter if he was avoiding arresting Crowley he still had to hold back especially if he saw the abuse in front of his face. Not willing to work with his parents, Dean stormed out of the house and started making his way over to the Impala. Sam chased after him. Dean had opened the car when Sam slammed it closed.

"Don't do this," Sam said. "I know you hate them, but what else are we supposed to do? We don't have any leads on Bela, and this is the only way."

"There's got to be another way.." Dean responded, biting back tears. "Anything that could help me avoid getting hurt by them."

"Dean, what I told Ruby was a warning," Sam explained. "If they lay a hand on you, I'll take them into custody and charge them for abuse," at first Sam thought that would cheer Dean up but he soon realized that there was more to the abuse than he thought. "Something else happened? In this family and in this house? Didn't it?" Dean rubbed his face and looked down at his keys. "What happened?"

"Winter of 1988," Dean told his story. "I had just gotten home from school when I found Crowley drinking."

Nine-year-old Dean Winchester got home from school one day only to find out that his adopted father was home and drinking. Keeping his head down, Dean tried to get away from his father when Crowley called out to him.

"Dean!" he said. Dean flinched and slowly turned around. "Where have you been, boy?"

"At school.." Dean said.

"Come here," Crowley patted the seat next to him. Slowly, but surely, Dean made his way over to him and sat down. Crowley smelled of beer and alcohol, like he had been drinking away from all the pain. "You know we care about you, right?" Crowley said and placed a hand on Dean's leg. The nine-year-old flinched at his touch as Crowley rubbed Dean's leg in the wrong places. "We want nothing to happen to you." Quickly, Dean pushed Crowley's hand away from him and stepped away.

"Please, stop! I don't want this!" Dean exclaimed.

"I'm not giving you much of a choice," Crowley responded. "You'll do what we want you to do!"

"No!" Dean yelled, and raced upstairs. He slammed his door shut and locked it. Now that he was alone, he allowed the tears to flow freely. Dean didn't want anyone to know what he was going through and wanted no part of it. All he wanted was to bring his little brother back and make sure he was safe.

"That's why I don't want to deal with them at all.." 

***

Sam was stunned into silence. He hadn't known that Dean was abused that badly. From the way it looked, the molesting and abuse had gone on for years until he got older. That molesting had turned into abuse and forced him to become something that he didn't want to be.

"You were molested?" Sam whispered. "Why didn't you report it?" Dean narrowed his eyes at Sam.

"Right? Like the police would do something about it."

"We could have done something about it, picked you up and sent you into foster care," Sam responded. "Did you think the police wouldn't believe you?"

"No Sam," Dean answered. "I didn't think the police would believe me. They wouldn't have done anything!"

"But this whole thing has gone far from the Pearl. I thought you only stole it to gain power and maybe even find your brother," Sam said thoughtfully. "But all this time, you only did it so you can hand it to them and buy your freedom."

"Why do you need to make it sound like I'm a slave?"

"Because that's how you're making it sound."

"I'm nobody's slave," Dean defended. "But you're right, I wanted to get that pearl so I could finally get away from these assholes. The last thing I need is for them to control my life entirely." Sam took a few deep breaths since it was a lot to take it. For a split second, he thought about saying something, but his phone had gone off. Giving Dean a few minutes to himself, Sam stepped away from the car and into the front yard. He pulled out his phone and saw that Sarah had found something and wanted to video chat with him. Sam answered the phone and saw Sarah on the other end looking shocked.

"From that look I take it you discovered something?" Sam asked.

"Yes," Sarah answered. "After an extensive amount of research into the missing persons, I stumbled across a Sam Winchester, possibly Dean's little brother." At first, Sam thought this other kid who had the same name as him was only a coincidence, but the more he thought about it, the more coincidences faded away from his mind.

"What did you find?"

"I hope you're prepared," Sarah warned. "I did exactly like you asked and aged the missing person up to how old he would be now, and this is what I found." Sarah turned the camera away from her face and pointed it toward her computer. The minute she did, the sight took Sam aback. Right there in bright colors was his own picture.