Santa Carla, CA.
November the 16th 1988.
14 year old Alan Frog was sitting on the counter of the comic shop. His big brown eyes were scanning around the empty room. He looked over at his parents and sighed.
Mr Frog shifted his head a little. But did nothing. Alan narrowed his eyes. "Dad!" He raised his voice. Still no movement from his father. That's it. Alan thought to himself as he slipped off the counter. He dug into his jean pocket and pulled out a week old Dorito. He threw it at his dad. It bounced off his nose and landed on his lap. Mr Frog woke up, looked down, picked it up. And ate it.
Alan felt his stomach do some somersaults. Mr Frog smiled at his son.
"Everything ok, Edgar?"
Alan frowned and ran a hand down his face. "Alan…Dad…its Alan."
Mr. Frog's tilted his head. "Why, is something wrong with him?"
Alan said nothing. He just clenched his teeth and slowly counted to 10. In a failing attempt to calm himself down .
Mr. Frog sat forward. "Edgar, is something wrong with your younger brother?"
Alan sighed again, and gave in. "no, pops…he's fine. Go back to la-la land."
Mr Frog frowned for a second, shrugged and went back to sleep.
Alan ran a hand through his hair and clutched at his fringe. Why is it my family that are the deranged hippies? He asked himself. Why couldn't it be Sams?
Sam Emerson and his brother Michael had gone to visit their father back in Phoenix, Arizona. Sam had offered to take them too, but Edgar had denied before Alan had even had the chance to think about it. Now he wished he had just punched Edgar and had gone with Sam anyway. He needed a holiday. Badly.
Alan lifted himself back up onto the counter and reached over to change the channel on the old black and white television. He smiled a little when he heard the ever famous words…
"If you have a problem…if no-one else can help…and if you can find them…maybe you can hire…The A-Team."
Alan smiled and settled back onto the counter when the raging theme tune started.
Alan was just starting to smile at the average banter between B.A and Murdock when he heard someone crash in through the back door. Alan froze, his hand fumbling for the stake he kept in his back pocket. He slowly turned, breathing a silent sigh of relief when he saw that it was only his elder brother.
Edgar Frog stormed over to the television and switched it off.
"Hey!—" Alan whined. Edgar waved a hand, silencing the younger boy.
"Alan, I need to show you something." Alan just glared at him, and folded his arms.
"It's my TV too, you know…"
"shut up about the TV, this is serious!"
Alan rolled his eyes. "everything's serious with you…" He grumbled under his breath.
"Alan!" Edgar barked. "alright! Alright! Chill! What's the problem?"
Edgar opened his mouth to explain, but changed his mind at the last minute. Figuring it would be easier if His brother just saw it for himself.
So he grabbed the sleeve of Alan's khaki jacket and dragged him outside into the snowy boardwalk. "Come on!"
Edgar dragged Alan through the streets, big mounds of snow slowed them down but the Frog Brothers still pressed on.
They ran past the shop that used to be known as Video Max's. After the past 'events' of the year before, Lucy Emerson had taken over and had renamed the place Video World. Alan wasn't sure if the name was an improvement.
Edgar turned a sharp corner near the side of the shop and led his brother down a back alley.
Alan frowned at the sight of a random black car, crashed into the side of the wall. It was an odd sight to see round the back of your average Video Store. The front bumper of the car was dented badly, the windscreen was smashed in 3 places and there was smoke coming out of the engine. Alan raised his eyebrows.
"this it? Is this all you dragged me out of the nice…warm shop for?"
Edgar gave his brother a horrified look. "Alan, think about this. I've been old enough to drive for ages now! But its not like Dad is going to try anything, is it?"
Alan didn't answer. Not understanding what his brother meant.
"We can get someone to fix it up, and then maybe I could—"
"Get someone to fix it? With what money?"
Edgar rolled his eyes. "George, down at the gas station, he fixes things for 40 bucks!"
Alan stepped forward to run his hand down the side of the wrecked car. "Edgar, this is a 1967 Chevrolet Impala, man. It'll take all of our life savings to get this fixed up."
"we don't have any life savings, Alan." Edgar frowned.
Alan looked back at the car, he ducked down a little and peered through the window. "Doesn't look like anybody was hurt…Where's the driver? Was he here when you found it?"
Edgar shook his head. "Nah, it was just sitting here."
Alan frowned. "well we cant just take it. The drivers probably gone to get some help"
Edgar rolled his eyes again. "God, Al. You're such a goody two shoes."
"Am not! Trust me, I'd love to take this!"
Alan let out a little gasp when he felt someone grab him by the neck from behind. He tried to struggle free but whoever it was, was far too strong.
A gun was pressed to his head. Edgar's eyes widened.
"You boys weren't planning on stealing my baby, were you?"
Edgar took a little step forward. "N-no sir. Just…please…let my brother go."
The man, whos face was still covered by the shadows, shook his head. "Nuh-uh. Not until you tell me where Castiel is."
"Who?...look buddy…just let my kid brother go…" Edagr could already feel his temper rising dangerously.
"I don't know a Castiel!"
The man opened his mouth to snap something back, but he was interrupted by a voice at the top of the alley.
"Dean ! Stop!"
Dean Winchester rolled his emerald green eyes at the sound of his little brothers voice.
Sam pointed his finger at his elder brother as if he was a child. "Dean…let the kid go."
Dean pushed Alan away, and placed the gun back in his pocket. Alan scrambled to the safety of his brother. "You ok?" Edgar asked, looking Alan up and down worriedly. Alan nodded and flicked a glare back at his assailant. "Yeah. I'm fine."
Castiel stepped forward, the snow that was landing on the shoulders of his battered and torn trench coat. "Dean, why did you even try to do that?"
Dean pointed an accusing finger at the Frog Brothers. "Those sons of bitches were trying to steal my car!"
Sam rolled his eyes and exchanged glances with the angel at his side.
"This is going to be a long night."