After Amber was out of their sight, Dean and Sam started searching for Olivia in the cafeteria, but she couldn't be found anywhere. As Sam saw the little Albert passing next to them, he gently put a hand on him and crouched. Instantly, and for the great surprise of Sam, the little boy started to shout and waggle his arms to get away from Sam's light grip. Sam moved back from Albert, as a response to the child's reaction. The kid fell on the floor and huddled up against himself, trembling and screaming. Alarmed, Sam looked up to his brother, also clueless. He bended over the kid and tried to immobilize him, because he would certainly get hurt. In result, the angry boy started to kick and punch Sam in the legs and torso.
''Man, what did you DO to this kiddo?'' questioned Dean, squinting.
''Nothing, nothing!'' said Sam, panicking, as he saw the kids gathering around them.
''Dude, DO something! The kid's going ape shit!'' said Dean, anxious, as he looked up to see the lady cooks coming over here.
''Everything I do is worsening things up!'' answered Sam, as he stood up and move way back from Albert, who was still having a fit on the floor.
One lady, with a blue apron, pierced the circle of kids, as she sent her female colleague to bring rapidly Olivia in the cafeteria. She glanced at the two Winchester with a strong disapproval look. ''Albert, it's me, Mary. Everything's going to be alright.'' said the woman, as she put a comforting hand on Albert's forehead. Instantly, the boy calmed down and stayed still on the floor, silent. As Dean saw Olivia coming into the cafeteria door and running towards them, Mary took Albert in her arms and brought him in an unknown place. After Olivia told to the other kids, who assisted the scene, that there was nothing to see anymore, she walked towards Dean and Sam, pissed off at them.
''I'll have to ask you to leave Angel's Arms now, gentlemen.'' said firmly Olivia, visibly worried about Albert.
''It wasn't our intention to make the boy freak out, Miss Bowen. We just wanted to ask him if he knew where you were. We are very sorry about this incident and hope that the orphanage will accept our sincere - '' started Dean, but didn't even had the chance to finish his sentence that Olivia interrupted him with vigour.
''Albert has autism, so whenever someone he doesn't know touches him he freaks out. Anyway, that's not very professional from FBI agents to get information from a kid when there's some adults, perfectly able to answer some simple questions, in the same room.'' said Olivia, strongly questioning the boys' IQ.
''We just wanted to ask you some simple questions, Miss Bowen. For how long have you been working in Angel's Arms?'' asked Sam, while his brother, flabbergasted by Olivia's words, wasn't able to speak.
''Approximately one month.'' answered Olivia, still pissed but pleased by Dean's reaction.
''One month, huh?'' said Dean, after he regained consciousness.
''Do I look like I could kidnap the kids that I've learned to love and take care of?'' said Olivia, rolling her eyes with exasperation.
''We do not know who you are, Miss Bowen. We are only doing our job.'' said Sam.
''...And sucking at it'' whispered Olivia to herself.
''Did Albert always responded so robustly in these kind of situations?'' asked Sam, ignoring what she just had said.
''It had worsened after Caleb's disappearance. Caleb is his twin brother, and before you ask about it: he does not suffer from any kind of autism. For the past three weeks, Albert has been blabbering odd things and screaming at any little sound.'' explained Olivia.
''Do you think we could go take a look around Elijah's room?'' asked Sam, politely.
''I think you could go take a walk to your car, gentlemen. We did answer to all your questions and it's now time for you to go'' said calmly Olivia, but still resolutely.
''We could arrest you for refusing to cooperate with FBI agents, Miss Bowen.'' said Dean, with authority.
''I know you can do a lot of things while you're waving your fake badge, sweetie. I was kind enough to let you ask your questions but with Albert's incident, I can't let you fuck around any longer. I don't know who you are but if you don't want me to call the REAL police, I suggest you two take your shady sweet asses out of this orphanage.'' said Olivia, right to the point.
''But...'' said Dean, speechless.
''Just go, now.'' replied Olivia, showing the way to the entry door with her hand.
Back in the car, Dean undid his tie and passed a hand on his forehead, to wipe away the sweat from it. After Sam slammed the front door, he grumbled some words and took off the jacket of his suit before throwing it on the back seat.
''What the hell man? How did she discover it?'' said Dean, clueless, as he started the engine.
'' Maybe it's because of your boundless obsession with classic rock guitarists?'' replied Sam, revealing the obvious.
''Or maybe it's your raping-scene with the boy that made her doubt about our professionalism. '' said Dean, on the defensive, as he drove the impala away from the orphanage.
''What do we do now?'' asked Sam, frowning.
'' We go in the motel room and cry about our failure.'' mocked Dean.
''Funny Dean'' replied Sam, rolling his eyes.
''We'll come back at night. You'll take a look in Elijah's room and I'll go around the orphanage.'' said Dean, as a light grin appeared on his face.
''Why are you smiling?'' asked Sam, frowning about Dean's enthusiasm.
''I'm not smiling'' said Dean, suddenly serious.
''Yeah, you were. Why?'' asked Sam, insistent.
''If you stumble on Olivia tonight, It should be interesting to see her kicking your princess ass. '' explained Dean, with a smirk, before he ducked Sam's harmless punch.
It was nearly dawn and the weather had become a real nightmare for the boys. The hot sunny day had had to inevitably end up into a bombing thunder and an endless raining. The wind had risen up, currently making the tree branches swirl and crack noisily, and the rain was pouring intensely on Galesburg, flooding the streets. As Dean and Sam were waiting patiently in the Impala, smartly hidden in the edge of the wooded yard next to the orphanage, the boys could hear the hammering of the rain on the car's hood and the booms of the thunder shattering the dark sky. An almost absolute silent prevailed in the Impala, except for Sam's regular and deep breathing. As Dean glanced at his baby brother, safe in the arms of Morpheus, for the first time he let himself think about Casey. As his memories resurfaced in his head, Dean closed his eyes and let out an roughly inaudible sigh. Of course, the image of her heavenly hips, swollen raspberry lips and long wavy silky hair came through his mind. Nonetheless, as he remembered her striking bluish eyes, he almost melted in his seat, forcing him to swallow. Just the thought of her eyes staring steadily into his, feeling her pureness, her innocence, made him slightly shiver. At this moment, he knew he would have to see her again, even though it was stupid... very stupid and useless. However, Dean felt a little bit better after he had taken this decision. Something was beautifully off about Casey and he had to discover it.
At this moment, Sam grumbled something in his sleep about how he could easily overpower Olivia if the two of them got into a fight, and in the same time made Dean smile. Dean would never grow tired of picking on his baby brother, because in his own way, that was Dean's approach to avoid the chick-flick moments and at the same time showing some brotherly love to Sam. He was his baby brother and he needed to take care of him on the behalf of everything. Since he had been old enough to hold a gun - approximately at seven years old - he always had the responsibility to look up for Sammy. If his brother knew all he had done and sacrificed for him, to keep him safe, he wouldn't believe it. For Dean, it had become a second nature and almost everything he did in his life turned around Sam. Even when his baby brother had left for Stanford, abandoning Dean to his bitter life of hunter, he had been still sick to his stomach just at the thought that something might happen to him. As Sam wasn't having any contacts with Dean and their Father, Dean pathetically learn to extend his life to another level. He learned to live without the constant need to look out for his brother. He learned to love killing monsters and sending back to hell the evil that was slowly destroying the humanity. For sure, in his teenage years, he loved to waste some sons of bitches but as the time past, the pressure that was implied with the jobs was more difficult to bare. Sam's departure had had revived Dean's passion, leading him into an infernal spiral of violence and unhealthy desires. Since then, he has had two goals in his life: Protect Sammy at any costs and kill as much as monsters and demons as he could.
Dean sighed of discouragement because usually he didn't let his mind follow this line of thoughts. He preferred stopping himself before thinking about how he felt about his life. Dean would have kissed Sam's forehead with a protective and brotherly glance in the eyes, as he used to do when Sam was a kid, but now that they were grown-ups, Dean just looked at Sam and whispered: ''Sleep tight, kiddo and don't worry, I'll always be there to keep you safe.'' After this touchy moment, Dean felt slightly uncomfortable because it was very uncommon for him to let his emotions carried away. As he made his seat bend backwards, he closed his eyes and decided to take a little nap before the two of them go sneaking in the orphanage.
As Dean woke up abruptly, after quite a disturbing and unpleasant dream, he turned away to wake up Sam, but founded an empty seat instead of his brother's gigantic body. Alarmed, he tried to think straight. There was two possibilities: first option was that Sam had gone in the orphanage without with and the second option was that he had been abducted. Personally, Dean preferred by a mile the first option, even though he would be pissed off at Sam for not waking him up. Dean didn't want to take any chances and got off of the car. Mother Nature was still dropping his madness on the town by pouring boundless flood of water. As Dean readjusted his leather jacket on his shoulders, he tilted his head down and moved as fast as he can. Everything seemed to go wrong for Dean because he couldn't see much in front of him, due to the wall of rain blocking his vision, and he couldn't shout - for now - because it would be a surefire way to wake up everyone in the orphanage. Drops of water were running down from his hair to the end of his jaw, soaking his eyelids, as Dean started to tremble à little bit from the cold of the weather. To see more further, he put a hand on his forehead to prevent the water to come down in his eyes. As he pierced out of the forest, all he was able to see was, rain, grass and the big front wall of the orphanage. He did take a look around the orphanage and called Sam, but nothing. The panic started to grew inside of him, when he realised that he was acting really stupidly. He watched his steps as he ran across the yard to reach the Impala. He rapidly got his cellular out and dialled Sam's cellular numbers. ''Answer Sam. Answer to the freaking phone, Sammy!'' said Dean, to himself, as the wait became unbearable.
Dean was feeling his stress and despair arising in his stomach and rising through his throat, making the breathing difficult. After a few seconds of panic, Dean recovered his mind and became the hunter he always had been. Minded and fearless, he went to the Impala's trunk and took whatever he could thought of being helpful in this critical situation. He didn't know what he was fighting against but he was sure that a silver knife, a rifle, with silver and salt bullets, and a wooden stake would be the best he could bring. At the same moment as he shut down the trunk and locked it, he saw front the corner of the eye a shadow running into the forest about fifty metres from him. Automatically, he followed his instincts and decided to ran towards the direction that the shadow took. The thunder felt like if it was exploding directly into Dean's ears, making his heart beat even faster as it was before from the rush and the anxiety. As he entered in the forest, everything seemed to blur and all Dean could see was the brown of the tree trunks and roots that had established themselves into the ground. Even if he wasn't seeing the shadow anymore, he could hear the sound of its quick steps way in front of him. As his great surprise, after five minutes of insane running, an old wooden barn was standing in front of him. There was a fainted light inside of it and Dean knew that his brother was there. He felt the pain of anxiety rushing into his veins and ran towards it with determination and hope to find his brother unharmed. As he opened the big slide door of the barn, he couldn't believe what he saw. Flabbergasted, he just stood there because his muscles couldn't let him move.
In the middle of the barn there was a cauldron lifted with metal bars over a big fire. The water was boiling into it and a wonderful smell of spices and chicken came to Dean's nose. Next to this improvised kitchen was Sam, tied down to one of the columns made of wood. Unconscious, he didn't noticed that something was bending over him with a sharpened knife. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. As stepped out of his trance, Dean ran towards Sam and violently grab the thing's wrist. As he made it face him, his jaw dropped and the only thing he said was a surprised ''Olivia!''. He shoved her on the floor with anger before turning towards Sam, to verify if he was okay. After few seconds, he faced Olivia, with his guns pointed at her. Dean wasn't able to found appropriate words so he just hit her head hard with the end of his riffle, making her fall into unconsciousness.