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Slowly, Crowley steps forward. Crowley clears his throat and says in his most authoritative voice possible, "I need you all's help very badly. Remember that little girl? Well, I need your help to find her. I left, and now I don't know where she is. I need her back."
Dean raises an eyebrow at him, Sam softly chuckles to himself, and Castiel looks at the scene unemotional as usual. Ruby snaps her fingers and disappears trying to get out of the whole mess. Dean carefully questions, "You need our help? Crowley, have you completely lost your mind?"
Crowley angrily growls. Saving Dean from getting punched Sam says, "What he means Crowley is that typically we aren't the ones who you would call for this type of thing. We are willing to help if you really need us though."
"Sam, we just got off of a case. I thought maybe we could take it easy for a few days. We deserve to rest occasionally," Dean whines to Sam. Dean sighs in defeat. "Cas, doesn't want to do this either, Sam," Dean tries one more time to get out of it. Sam shakes his head in disapproval.
Castiel contradicts Dean and says, "I would love to help." Dean rolls his eyes and moans in frustration. Sam chuckles to himself, and it even brings a smile to the much stressed out Crowley's face. Castiel takes command by telling Dean, "We are helping him. That is final.
With a small bright grin Crowley responds with, "Thank you all so much. I really just don't know where to begin. Where do orphaned children go after they get out of the hospital?" Crowley looks intensely at the three men waiting for an answer. They exchange glances to each other, each hoping the other will answer Crowley's lingering question.
Finally, after what seems like years, Sam replies with, "Crowley, she could be a numerous amount of places. Even if we do find where she went there is no guaranteeing that you will be able to have her back. That is something you have to mentally prepare for is rejection. She may be under government care, and you can't just smite the government. That would draw to much attention to yourself." Crowley feels his heart drop. That's an aspect he had not thought of. What if he did not get her back?
Out of anger at the situation, Crowley yells at Sam, "Do not tell me who I can and cannot kill! I make the decisions about what I do! I am the King of Hell! I do what I want!" The light in the lamp blows from his energy and anger circulating in the air. Sam stares mouth agape and in shock.
With brows scrunched up, Dean replies angrily, "Crowley, we are the ones who agreed to help you. If you are going to make us put up with this crap, then we just will not help you. Either you start showing a little more gratitude or we will walk away."
Knowing that Dean is not joking, Crowley sighs with sadness. "I know. Can we just start working on finding her?" Crowley asks rather softer than usual. Sam looks at him sympathetically.
Panting and breathing heavily, Haillie leans against the tall Oak tree. Her little finger grip the rough bark tightly. Not being able to get enough air, she starts coughing. Soon it subsides, and her breathing starts to steady. "Come on, Haillie, where are you?" the menacing voice taunts. At the sound a panicked look streaks across her face. She hears footsteps growing close.
She shoots off like a bullet. Haillie sprints as fast as her little legs will go. The father into the woods she runs, the darker it gets. The horrors lurking in the deep, dark woods are a lot less scary than the terror that is chasing her now.
"Daddy," she whimpers to herself as she sits in a pile of leaves. "Where's Daddy?" she asks as she cries into her hands. The darkness seems to be enclosing on her. All she can imagine are monsters with sharp claws and florescent red eyes lurking in the darkness. The footsteps approach faster and faster. Haillie sinks down lower into the leave pile.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE HAS ALREADY BEEN ADOPTED!?" Crowley screams at the gray haired receptionist in front of him. Her face doesn't falter at all. He can feel his blood pressure and temper rising higher and higher.
With an unamused sigh, the woman readjusts her sweater and tells Crowley, "She was abandoned at the hospital, and when she got out she was only here for a few hours. A fine looking young man, unlike you, came in and adopted her. It is against the rules for me to tell you who he is."
Crowley opens his mouth to speak, but Sam grabs his arm tightly stepping up to the desk. Dean barely keeps himself from laughing behind the two. Castiel stares at dean confused. "Ma'am, we are FBI," Sam tells the woman pulling out a badge. She sighs and types into her keyboard.
"I would like your supervisor's phone number," she says in her same bland voice. Sam pulls out a card with Bobby's number on it and places it on the desk. She hands him a paper with the man's home address on it. "Have a nice day," she still says unamused.
As soon as all four of the men are out of the door, Crowley snaps, teleporting them to the front door of the address. The door is wide open and there is broken glass all over the floor. "Oh no," Crowley murmurs.