Chapter Four! Welcome back, the last chapter was a bit of a cliffhanger wasn't it?! I don't own Supernatural, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester or any other Supernatural characters that happen to pop up. I do, though, own Carter. Happy reading! Special thanks to my awesome reviewer ArtistKurai, you're awesome!

RECAP

Connie suddenly gasped. Dean and Sam looked up and jumped to their feet. Carter turned in his seat. There stood a man, in an all black suit complete with a tie. He had a

receding hair line and scruff on his face.

"Hello, Darlings," He said. With a flick of his wrist, Sam, Dean and Connie were thrown backward off their feet. Carter looked wildly around at the movement before staring

back at the man in surprise and fear. "Let's you and me have a chat."

"Crowley!" Dean snarled, he, Sam and Connie were stuck in place by Crowley's power.

"Shut up, Squirrel! My business has only to do with Carter here."

Dean grunted in pain and coughed. A trickle of blood dribbled from his mouth. Carter glared at Crowley, although he was terrified.

"Alright, kiddo. Now, I'm gonna need you to give me that coin," Crowley said, looming over Carter's small form.

Carter pointed at himself, and pointed his index fingers out. He brought one index down past the other. Crowley's faced looked like he'd just swallowed a particularly strong

shot mixed with confusion. He stared at the boy, and gave an angry huff.

"You have GOT to be kidding me!" He snarled. "You!" He pointed at Connie. "Tell me what he's saying!"

Crowley released his hold on Connie, who trembled over to where Carter was. He performed the motion to Crowley again and shook his head.

"He says 'I can't'," She replied, her voice trembling.

Dean and Sam both struggled against Crowley's invisible hold on them.

Crowley made a mocking face, but then screamed, "Just give it to me! Give it to me, or I swear I'll kill you and everyone else in this bloody place!"

Carter's eyes filled with tears as he performed the motion again desperately. He then stopped suddenly. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small, flat box, only just big

enough for a quarter to fit in. Opening it, he pulled out a coin, a little thicker than a quarter. He held it out to Crowley between his index and thumb.

"Carter! Don't!" Sam yelled, but Crowley silenced him as he'd done to Dean.

"There's a good lad. Hand it here," Crowley said, reaching forward.

Just as Crowley's fingertips came near the coin, Carter yanked his arm away and tossed the coin as hard as he could across the room. Crowley turned and followed the coin's

arch, walking towards it. Connie fled the room. Sam and Dean were still paralyzed by Crowley's power, but Carter wasn't. He ran to Dean and fumbled through the pockets in

the suit jacket, pulling out the Demon Knife. Crowley was still messing around on floor, trying to grab up the coin from where it had landed.

"Bollocks! Why can't I pick it up, dammit?!" He snarled.

**SPN**

Carter made his way over and stopped about four feet behind the man. He took his free hand and knocked on one of the bookcases to get the man's attention. He

straightened his back and turned toward Carter. Carter brandished the Demon Knife at the strange man.

Now, now. Little boys ought not play with sharp objects He said, reaching toward Carter, better to hand it over here before you get hurt.

Carter swung the knife at the man in warning and shook his head. With his other hand, he pointed at the man, and then over to Sam and Dean, who looked horrified.

Do you know who I am?! Crowley snarled, his face livid.

Carter shook his head, pointing again.

I'm the King of Hell, you little—

Carter jumped forward, adrenaline overriding his fear of the King. He dodged the man's grab at him, and sliced the knife across the King's outstretched arm. Going down to

the floor in a somersault like his dad taught him, Carter grabbed the coin from the floor, tucking it back into his pocket. He turned and looked up at the fuming man, who was

clutching his bleeding arm.

Carter pointed the knife at the King once more, and then pointed at Sam and Dean.

If I could kill you, I would the King said. I'll just kill Sam and Dean since I have them here.

The King curled his hand into a fist. Sam and Dean both coughed up blood that spattered on the floor. Carter wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't let his angels down. He

knew he wasn't a big enough boy to tackle this King, and that might just make him madder. Carter knew one thing, though. The King still needed him alive because Carter

was the only one who could hold the coin besides Right Man. A knife could cut and if a person got cut badly enough, they would die.

Carter raised the knife to his throat for the King to see. With his free hand, he pointed at Sam and Dean and then to himself. His point was clear.

You won't do it. You're too scared the King laughed and clutched his hand into a fist again.

Carter took a breath and dug the tip of the knife into the soft skin of his neck. It hurt and tears sprang to his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall. Not in front of this King. He

stared right into the King's eyes, focusing on the anger, because Carter knew if he even glanced at Sam and Dean, his courage would fail him.

Fine! See you next time child, I'll get you. Have fun with Moose and Squirrel.

With that, the King disappeared.

The tears finally fell. This was just too much. Everything was too much. Carter sat down hard on the floor, dropping the knife and placing his open five hand against his

forehead over and over again. Dad dad dad dad...

He felt himself being lifted and fought it at first, until he saw Dean and Sam's worried faces. He threw himself at them, wrapping his arms around both of them as best he

could. He actually ended up with one hand clutching the front of Dean's suit jacket and the other hand twisted tightly into Sam's long hair.

Sam and Dean wrapped him up into a hug.

**SPN**

Dean and Sam felt the invisible bonds fall away and watched as Carter fell to the floor with his hand tapping his forehead. They wiped the blood off of their chins quickly and

ran over to him.

"Come here, buddy," Dean said, as both he and Sam picked Carter up. He struggled at first, but when he saw who was there, Carter threw himself into the brothers. In his

attempt to hug both Dean and Sam at once, Carter ended up with one hand clutching the front of Dean's suit jacket and the other hand twisted tightly into Sam's long hair.

Sam winced, but didn't make any move to change Carter's position. Dean reached out and untangled Carter's hand from Sam's hair, standing up after. Carter wrapped his

arms tightly around Dean's neck, tears still falling from his eyes.

"We gotta get out of here, right now. God knows who that lady has called," Sam said, running to the library door and blockading it.

"Definitely. Bobby's? He's only like three hours away," Dean said.

"Makes the most sense!" Sam exclaimed, grabbing one of the wooden chairs from the table.

"What are you going to—" Dean started. Sam smashed the chair into one of the large windows three times until the glass shattered to the floor. "Jesus!"

"C'mon!" Sam yelled, climbing out. Dean ran over and quickly, but carefully, climbed out after Sam.

They ran around the large building and finally came to the Impala, hearing multiple sirens in the distance. Dean opened the back door and tried to put Carter down inside. He

wouldn't let go. He clung even tighter to Dean, grabbing the back of the suit jacket.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled, the sirens getting even closer.

He threw the keys to Sam, who climbed over into the driver's seat, albeit awkwardly. Dean got into the backseat and slammed the door shut. Sam peeled out just as the

police and rescue squads were arriving. They sped onto the interstate, heading north toward Sioux Falls. Despite Dean rubbing Carter's back and doing his best to comfort

him, Carter's breathing was becoming erratic, hitching and gasping. Dean pulled Carter away from his shoulder and began wiping the tears. Reaching into his back pocket,

Dean pulled out a napkin and wiped the snot from Carter's face. Dean rubbed his shoulders as tears kept falling.

"It'll be okay," Dean said.

Carter shook his head, harshly, and dropped his head, still hiccupping for air. Dean lifted Carter's chin up so he was looking at Dean.

"I promise. Bobby will know what to do. Everything will be alright. I'll make sure of it, Sam and I are here, we won't let anything else happen to you."

Carter leaned his head in to Dean's chest, tucking it under Dean's chin. He made the 'I love you' sign with his hand and tapped it on Dean's chest, then brought an open hand

to his forehead and tapped twice. Dean did the only thing he could think of, he wrapped his arms tightly around the boy, and sang. He sang the only song that had ever made

him feel better.

Hey Jude

Don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don't be afraid

You were made to go out and get her

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better

Carter was asleep by the time Dean hit the third verse, but Dean sang the entire song anyway. He wasn't sure if it was for Carter or himself.

...

Sam pulled into Bobby's about seven-thirty. The ride had been mostly silent sans Dean humming. Carter was still tucked against his chest, asleep. Sam parked right in front

of the house. They grabbed their stuff and dashed to the door as quickly as possible, knocking loudly.

The door swung open, and Bobby's jaw dropped in surprise. Sam and Dean with Carter rushed in past Bobby. Sam slammed the door shut and began salting it back off. Dean

made his way to the kitchen for some glasses.

"What in the hell have you two idjits gotten yourself into?!" Bobby exclaimed, following Sam into the study.

Dean joined a minute later with three glasses. Bobby poured some whiskey in all three and they gave a silent 'cheers' before drinking. Dean shifted Carter a little, and sat

down on the sofa. Sam took a seat next to him, and Bobby sat down behind the desk, looking at the boys expectantly.

"Do you have any lasagna by chance?" Dean asked, hopefully.

Bobby snorted, "Maybe after you tell me why you've got a kid sleeping on your shoulder and are acting like you're being chased by hellhounds."

Sam relayed the story of the last few days back to Bobby.

"...so Carter is the only one who can handle the coin, except for this Right Man he keeps on about. I saw it with my own eyes. Crowley couldn't pick the thing up off the floor.

We hightailed it here because you were close and possibly the only person who can help us."

Bobby sat speechless for a few minutes. He got up and went to the kitchen. Dean leaned back and rested his head on the back of the couch, sighing. Sam put his head in his

hands, and ran his fingers through his hair. Bobby came back about ten minutes later with two heaping plates of lasagna.

Dean and Sam thanked Bobby and dug in. The smell must have aroused Carter out of his sleep; he lifted a weary head up off Dean's chest and looked at him.

"Hey, kiddo, you hungry?" Dean asked.

He nodded and yawned widely. Bobby made to get up, but Dean shook his head, holding a bite out to Carter on his own fork. Dean took turns eating a bite and holding one

out for Carter until the plate was gone. Bobby had busied himself looking through books. Sam took his plate and Dean's into the kitchen.

Carter brought an index finger up to his chin and fluttered it up and down, then pointed to Bobby.

"That's Bobby," Dean said. He held a flat palm up, thumb crossed over, made an 'O', did the same palm motion again, taking his hand sideways, and finally made a fist with

his thumb and pinky sticking out.

Bobby looked up in time to see Dean sign out his name. Carter looked over and waved. He pointed at himself and spelled C-A-R-T-E-R.

"Carter," Dean said to Bobby, as Sam came back into the room and sat down.

"Alright, lemme see this 'Coin of Twins,'" Bobby said.

Carter looked over at Sam, who nodded and pointed at Bobby. He got down off of the couch and went over to Bobby's desk. When Carter was standing next to Bobby's chair,

he pulled the coin out of his pocket and set it on the desk. Bobby reached out to pick it up, only to find that the coin seemed to melt through his fingers.

"What the..." Bobby was astonished.

Carter pointed at Bobby. He tapped his thumb to his index and second finger twice, made two fists pointed the index finger out on each one and tapped his fists together. He

raised an open hand to his forehead and brought it down to his chest.

Bobby looked to the couch.

"You're not the Right Man," Sam said.

Carter looked at Sam happily and ran over to give him a hug. Sam obliged and shrugged at Bobby.

"Alright, from what I can find about Castor and Pollux is that they were twins. They were in the business of helping people while out on ship crews. That's what they liked to

do. I can't find much about the coin, except one line in this Greek book: 'A coin was forged for the brothers so that their love of helping people would be carried on

throughout generations.'"

"So, the coin makes the holder help people?" Sam asked.

Carter waved at Sam and made the sign for 'twins.'

"Twins? Whoever owns the coin has to be twins?" Sam asked Carter. He nodded.

"So, your dad had a twin? Is that who the Right Man is?!" Sam asked, holding Carter's shoulders.

Carter nodded once more, less sure this time.

"Where's your dad's brother?" Sam asked.

Carter shrugged. He pointed at himself, held up a wall hand passed a flat palm over and past it. He pointed two index fingers up and brought them together. Finally he raised

an open hand to his forehead and down to his chest. He waited a moment, then touched his two index fingers at the tips and brought them away from each other. He made a

'V' hand and brought it next to either side of his chin.

"Never met him, but they're twins," Dean said. "That's helpful."

"I guess if the brother who is holding it dies, it immediately passes to the other," Sam questioned.

"Must be," Bobby said.

"Then why can Carter pick the coin up?" Dean asked.

"Flesh and blood?" Bobby guessed. "Beats the hell outta me."

Sam stood up and picked Carter up with him. Carter stiffened in Sam's arms for a moment, and then relaxed.

"So, what in the hell do demons want with that coin?" Dean asked.

Bobby shrugged, looking perplexed.

"Nothing makes any sense. We need to find this Right Man," Sam said. "It'll solve the coin problem and that means Carter has at least one relative somewhere."

A look flashed across Dean's face that Sam didn't recognize. Bobby's eyebrows furrowed together at Dean. The look passed as quickly as it came.

"Sam, why don't you take Carter up and put in him the room you two usually stay in," Bobby said, it was more of an order than a question.

Sam merely nodded and carried Carter upstairs.