Heyo! I had an idea for a story, and so I thought I would write it before giving you guys an update on the Lucifer and Supernatural crossover(partially cuz I'm stuck but shhh, I'm getting there, it's just taking a bit longer than I thought). Lemme know if you guys like it! For the appearances I'm using the manga appearances for the Maximum Ride characters because I personally like them a bit more. Anyways! I hope you guys like it!

Sam Winchester leaned back in the slightly decaying hotel chair, frustrated as his email took forever to load out here in Pueblo, Colorado. It wasn't the best town either, perfect for the two hunters that needed to sneak in and out of towns quickly, but even this town unnerved Sam a bit, even more so with Dean out and about at the local Walmart. What with the possible druggie on the corner constantly begging for money. When his email finally loaded, Sam looked at the top email from The Institute for Higher Living, he frowned, why would a multi-billion-dollar company be emailing him? He clicked on the email, reading the internal contents, seeing that there were 5 attachments to this email.

Mr. Winchester,

You have received this email because of you and your brother's expertise in finding the unseen. Sam blinked some, In finding the unseen…? The email continued. Now, one of our smaller institutes has had some of our students run away, and even the police cannot find them. We have contacted some of your peers, Bobby Singer, Garth Fitzgerald, Charlie Bradbury, and Jody Mills and they told us to contact you. Said you and your brother would be perfect for the job. We would like you and your brother to help us find them. We are very worried about our students and would like them back. If you received this, please respond if you will help us retrieve our students. You will be compensated for this. We can talk about payment, but as of right now, we're sitting on 5,000$ per student. There are 6 students, and there are pictures attached to the email. They were last seen within the Boulder County area in Colorado. Please be careful, they are easily scared. Thank you for your time, and let us know if you find them VIA email, or a phone call to 555-963-2468 Sam clicked on the attachments, the first one showing a girl in her teens; she had longer brown hair with sun-streaks in it, and brown eyes that showed a knowledge that ran deep. She wore a tank top and stood with her hip popped out and her arms crossed. The second picture showed another teenager wearing a black tank top, with long black hair, almost down to his waist. He had a small snarl worn across his thin lips, and his dark eyes seemed to glare at the camera. The third picture showed two children now, twins. One was a female with bouncing blonde curls, with giant doe blue eyes, she looked almost scared, while her brother was holding her close. His blue eyes, and blond short hair that spiked up at the top, similar to Dean's. The next image had another teenager that wore a longer sleeved shirt and the way that the camera shined on his eyes told Sam all that he needed to know that this kid was blind and didn't trust anything around him. The last photo showed someone that was most definitely the odd one out. She had longer hair, with a blonde streak through it. She had the body of a model, and she was sticking her tongue out playfully at the camera. Sam sighed, and rubbed his face some. He would wait for Dean to show up, see how that went. Maybe, maybe they should take this job. I mean it is a job, just not a normal job. Sam looked up then as the door opened with Dean carrying two bags each arm.

"Yo dude, I found us a job maybe, but it's-weird." Sam said, turning the computer to Dean. Dean set the bags down on the bed and grunted some as he grabbed the computer to look at the email.

"How the hell did they lose 6 kids?" Dean asked, frowning. Sam shrugged some,

"I don't know but I think we should find them." Sam said, looking up at Dean. Dean sighed, closing the computer.

"How would we even find them Sam? Like, if the police can't even find them-?"

"We have resources they don't have Dean, lets at least try ok?" Sam said, and Dean sighed before nodding.

"Ok, fine." Dean said, huffing and he sat down on the bed, "Let's leave in the morning, I'm tired after having to dodge a bunch of druggies in a Walmart, but that's not even new." Dean sighed, and he laid down, rubbing his eyes. "I'm exhausted." Dean's voice trailed some.

"Are you still having problems sleeping?"

"Yeah, but it's ok for now." Dean sighed. "I'll try and get some shut eye and then we can leave." Sam nodded,

"Ok Dean, I'll be here if you need." Sam said, grabbing his computer again. Dean nodded, and turned away from Sam, gripping onto the sheets, hoping to at least get an hour or two of shut-eye without his memories.

Dean eventually woke up and he rolled over, yawning before sitting up. He looked over to see Sam passed out in the chair that he was in earlier this morning. Dean chuckled, and threw a blanket, tucking Sam in before grabbing his computer. Dean clicked a couple buttons and re-read the email, checking in on The Institute of Higher Living. Apparently, the institute as a company had some dealings with cleaning companies, some laundry companies, practically in all companies. They even had some scientists in the government. Dean frowned, rubbing his cheeks then, "I wonder why they wanted to hire us then…" Dean whispered, his hand fell onto his upper left arm, rubbing it in small circles. He winced some, and lifted his arm, looking at the handprint seared into his arm.

"Is it bugging you?" Sam asked, his voice quiet as his eyes peeled open. Dean looked at him, dropping his sleeve.

"A bit yeah, but I'll be ok." Dean said, handing Sam his computer. "This institute that contacted you has a hand in almost anything." Dean began packing up. "We can probably try and get some contacts within the institute, see if maybe we get some contacts in the law eventually so that maybe they won't be so hard on us." Dean said, as he zipped up the duffel bags. Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes, smirking some.

"Sure yeah, like that'll ever work." Sam chuckled, before helping Dean pack up. When the brothers were all set and ready to go, Sam pulled out his map, and cleared his throat some.

"Ok, it should take us about 2 hours to get to Boulder without stopping, do you want to stop for breakfast before heading out?" Sam asked, and Dean nodded,

"yeah, we'll need our strength. Something tells me that we're gonna be on our toes for this job…" Dean said, starting the car. Sam nodded, and he leaned back in his seat some, rubbing at his eyes.

"Can't sleep either?" Dean asked, looking at his brother carefully. Sam shook his head.

"It's been awhile yeah." Sam admitted, "But I think I'll be ok, they're just weird dreams." Sam smiled some.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Yeah, it's weird, when I looked at those photos, and then fell asleep, the kids were in my dream except-" Sam trailed off.

"Except?" Dean inquired.

"They were warning me, about this Institute." Sam said, his chest lowering as he let out a slow breath. "And I don't-I don't think we'll know what to do once we find these kids." Sam looked at Dean. "These kids look to be some, I don't want to say trouble, but they could be." Sam added, "I think this job is going to be harder than both of us realize." Dean nodded, sighing.

"I think so too Sammy, I think so too." Dean glanced at his brother, before turning up the music and driving North towards Boulder. Sam picked up their dad's journal and began to see if there was any mention of this institute. He bit his lip, shaking his head.

"There's nothing in Dad's journal, I'm gonna give Bobby a call, see if he's heard from this Institute like they said in the email." Sam said, giving a small stretch. Dean nodded,

"Ok Sammy, put it on speaker will ya?" Dean asked, and Sam nodded. Pressing the speed dial and waited for Bobby to pick up.

"What did you two idjits do now?" Bobby sighed, and Dean burst out laughing.

"Nothing Bobby, I can't believe you have that little faith in us." Sam chuckled, rubbing his eyes.

"Uhhuh sure, I guess lack of faith is the right term." Bobby laughed, and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Listen hey Bobby, were you contacted by a Institute for a Higher Living?" Sam asked, clearing his throat so Bobby knew he was being serious. Bobby coughed some.

"Yeah I did, pointed them towards you, I'm on my own case right now so I can't do anything about this one. Why?"

"We just wanted to make sure they were actually telling the truth." Sam said, Bobby grunted.

"Good job, thank you. Be careful Sam, Dean." Bobby said.

"You too Bobby." Sam smiled, before hanging up. Dean sighed, and sped up.

"Let's go see this institute then."