"You won't get me to talk kid." Dean said.

"No, but I know you."

"You don't know me that well," Dean responded and sat back. "If you know me so well then why don't you give it a shot?"

"Your full name is Dean Michael Winchester," Sam said "Born January 24th, 1979 in Lawrence Kansas," he continued "You steal only because you are searching for something or someone, and your only option to find that person is through stealing."

"That's barely scratching the surface."

"Your an older brother, who wants to find his younger brother, your parents died during a shooting at a beach," he kept going. "Shall I keep going?"

"You wouldn't understand why I do what I do."

"And that scar on your lip, you may have gotten it from long time abuse? Maybe an adopted mother or father."

"How about you shut up!" Dean yelled. At the mention of abuse, Dean didn't want to think about it at all especially since he received the abuse from his boss who been his "adopted" mother. "You don't know what I have to go through just to get by!"

"Why did you steal that pearl? Who ordered you to steal it? And what's their name?" Sam asked, except Dean remained silent. He looked around the room until his eyes landed on something on Sam's finger. A college ring, at first he thought that was for graduating but he immediately saw the jewel and realized that it had been his father's college ring. "Hello?"

"What?" Dean said snapping out of his thoughts. "You were saying something?"

"I want to know why you stole that pearl and who was behind this heist."

"Sorry kid, I'm not gonna tell you," Dean responded and attempted to change the topic. "Where did you get that ring?" Sam looked at his finger, then back up at Dean.

"My parents found me with this ring. It was on a chain and hanging around my neck," as if registering what Dean was doing Sam immediately went back to the subject at hand. "Don't change this subject!" Sam was about to say something more when he heard someone knocking on the door. "Your lucky, now stay here and don't go anywhere." Sam stood and walked out of the interrogation room. Little did he know, that while Sam was distracted, Dean could get a lock pick from his shoe and picked the lock on the handcuffs. He fiddled with it for a few minutes until he heard a click and a smirk appeared on his face. The door opened, and Dean had to quickly put the lock pick away and act like he wasn't doing anything.

"Okay, look, we can do it the easy way or the hard way." Sam said and as he neared the table, Dean immediately pulled his cuffed hand out and grabbed Sam by the arm before knocking him onto the floor. Sam groaned but as he was getting up, Dean made a break for it. He opened the door and smacked Sarah in the face making her fall back. He turned and knocked over the police officers in view before taking off out the front door. 

***

Sam stood up from the ground, annoyed, they had him in custody now Dean was once again gone. However, this time he had a distinct feeling that he knew where Dean would head. He stepped out from the room and helped Sarah stand.

"Okay, Sarah," Sam said. "I can take it from here."

"But Sam." Sarah started.

"No," Sam responded. "Sorry Sarah, but I know what his next move will be and if I'm going to sort this out and search for the one person who we've been trying to catch for years, then that's what I'm going to do."

"Sam you need to be careful," Sarah said. "You don't know what he's capable of, hell you might walk right into a trap."

"I know what i'm doing Sarah," Sam leaned in and kissed Sarah on the forehead before pulling away. "Don't worry, I will not let anything bad happen." Sarah nodded as Sam ran out of the office and got into his car. He started it and drove to the location that Sam knew Dean would head to. It was a beach house, the guy had so much money from stealing and he could afford a damn beach house. A few hours later, Sam arrived before Dean and broke into his house by grabbing the key that was underneath the welcome mat. Knowing that Dean would come soon, Sam walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water before sitting down in the dark on the couch. Now all he had to do was wait. Thankfully, Sam didn't have to wait long since Dean had arrived a few minutes after him. Sam remained silent as he watched Dean enter the room and head for the fridge.

"Home sweet home, no way could that man find this place." he heard Dean say.

"You know if you didn't want anyone to come in, you shouldn't have left your key in the most obvious hiding spot." Sam said and turned on the lamp light.

"How did you?" Dean started and turned to face Sam.

"I already told you, I know your every move."

"You really won't give up will you?"

"Nope, not when you are on the FBI's most wanted list."

"Cut to the chase kid, what do you want?"

"I want your help to find the actual bandit, your boss," Sam explained. "If you help me find him, then i'm sure that i'll be able to find your brother for you."

"There's no way," Dean said. "My brother has been missing for years, how can you help me?"

"We'll discuss that later, now will you help me?" At this point Sam was in need of trying to get on Dean's good side so he could hunt down his boss and eventually take her down. Sam held out his hand expecting Dean to grab it, at first he could see the amount of hesitation on Dean like he didn't want to deal with something like that. However, Dean changed his mind and grabbed onto Sam's hand.

"This one time. We can work together, but you better promise me that you can help me find my little brother." Sam simply nodded and pulled his hand away.

"Now tell me about the pearl."