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“Me too,” Lucifer agreed. “He should have sent out a call for help.”

“He wouldn’t do that,” Logan said. “Outside help would never be accepted. The pride took care of themselves.”

“Let’s go, baby.” Dean tugged on Logan’s hand. “Your relatives are this way.”

It wasn’t an easy trek down the hill. It might have been lush and green at one time, but the dead grass crunched under their feet, breaking up the eerie silence of the town.

“There should be noise,” Logan commented softly. “Kids playing. The sound of people talking and laughing. It was never this quiet.”

This was not going to be good. Dean wished he could send his mate back home, but Logan wouldn’t leave until he knew what happened to his family.

The rest of the guys spread out. Lucifer and Mal on either side of them. The boys in the middle. Dean in the front with Logan and Axel bringing up the rear.

They were all being cautious and with good reason.

The darkness that saturated the place made Dean ill.

Where was everyone?

“We turn here.” Logan pointed ahead.

“Everyone stays close,” Axel ordered.

“If anyone attacks, make sure you boys get down,” Lucifer ordered. “Mal and I will handle it.”

“Got it,” Dean agreed.

They passed an old, abandoned store that had boarded-up windows and was half missing a door.

“I used to get candy there,” Logan said, sending a sad look toward the building.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“I didn’t want this,” Logan told him. “I used to wonder what it would be like if I ever came back. I was scared so I don’t think I would have, but I imagined my mama and father welcoming me back. My brothers tackling and hugging me.”

“We’ll find them,” Dean promised.

“I thought they would be happy without me,” Logan commented.

Dean wanted to kill Logan’s parents, not help them. Instead, his honor was going to force him to help these assholes.

“Back here.” Logan cut through a fence.

They all came to a stop, looking down at rundown houses. Dead grass in the yards. No one around.

“Which house?” Axel asked.

“The yellow one. Four down on the left.”

His boy sounded pained.

Dean held up his hand, halting the others. Turning, he motioned Noah closer as Dean pulled Logan into his arms. Noah holding Logan’s hand.

“We’re with you,” Noah said.

“I can send you home. You don’t have to do this,” Dean told him.

“I’m a brave boy,” Logan whispered.

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