I had just gotten home to the bunker from school with Elliott like most days though, Elliott had been saying that he felt off all day. It was his Hunter instinct he said all day, but I told him it was nothing God was I wrong. It was too quiet, at first I denied anything was wrong they picked up a case while we were at school. There was no note or missed phone calls, food run I tried to think. Why would they all be gone?
"Elliott what's going on?" I was terrified. yes our parents lives were dangerous but this was off.
He looked at me nervous and grabbed my hand "I don't know..." We looked around the bunker when we get to the library there is a note but it's parchment which is never a good sign In my life.
Dear Mary Joanna Winchester and Elliott John Winchester you know that dysfunctional living arrangements you call your family you've been looking for? Well you might want to stop your searching because they are in my possession, I'll give you the coordinate of their current location but no promises they'll be there.
There was no sighed name but we'd know that handwriting anywhere "God Damn it Crowley!" Elliot punched the closest wall.
He tried to do it again but I grabbed his arm. "Elliott calm down, breaking your fingers isn't going help anyone!" I touched his fingers healing them
He growled and closed his eyes and cried it's rare that either of us end up crying but I couldn't hold my tears back either. He was screaming, I knew he was as scared and angry as me. I was just sobbing and talking to my self "Cas. Daddy. Uncle Sammy." I kept repeating softly. We both cried ourselves to sleep that night.