~***~

Sam sat at the small table in his and Dean's motel room, doing research while I saw searching through the newspapers of the area I had gotten from the motel lobby. Dean said he was being productive, but it looked a a lot like he was staring at my attire today. I smirked a little bit as his eyes were trained on my figure as I paced around the room, leaning against surfaces I came to as I read the papers. I loved this attention.

"So, there were three drowning victims this year." I state as Sam looked up at me, still amused that Dean was like that wolf from those cartoons, the one who howled at the gorgeous woman singing on stage.

"Any before that?" Dean asked, propping his head on his hands.

"Yeah," I prop my hand on my hip, stalking towards Sam. I grabbed his laptop and scrolled down the page. "There's more spread out over the past thirty years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there's something out there, it's definitely picking up it's pace."

Dean finally managed to stop staring at me. "So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?"

"This whole lake monster theory, it-it just bugs me." Sam sighed, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. Dean came over and read the article himself over my shoulder. I chuckled. He thought this through.

"Why?"

I shrugged. "Loch Ness, Lake Champlain, they're literally hundreds of eye witness accounts, but here? Almost nothing."

"So, you're saying, is that whatever is out there, no one is living to talk about it?" Dean asked, staring at my face. I nodded and smiled.

"Unless we're talking about the kid." I add.

"What?" They both hummed, confused.

"Christopher Barr, drowning in May, remember? Where have you chuckleheads heard that name before?" I ask, propping both hands on my hips as I turned to the two of them. I huffed out in exasperation and clicked on the article on the laptop, pulling up the photo. "See? That's Lucas' father. Lucas saw. Apparently, Christopher took Lucas swimming. Lucas was floating on a wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued." I explain, leaning against the table. "We have our eyewitness."

"No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over." Dean sighed. I gazed at him. I grasped his hand and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, knowing exactly what he was thinking. He gave me a grateful smile.

~***~

We managed to find Andrea in the park. Lucas was playing alone on a small coloring table, drawing to his heart's content. Andrea sat on a bench, watching her son. "Can we join you?" Sam asked politely.

"I'm here with my son." She said with a shrug.

"I'm gonna go say hi, that okay?" I ask, striding over without bothering to hear approval or not. I knelt down to him, standing on my knees on the opposite side of the table. "Hey kiddo." I coo. He doesn't look up. "Man, I loved these little guys. Dean and I would always form a giant army of them and duke it out." I giggle, imitating gun sounds. "Yeah, I like drawing too." He doesn't respond. I gaze at his work, the first being a red bicycle, the second, a giant black hole. I could make a faint outline of something underneath. "Hey, these are really good!" He still doesn't respond. "I'm gonna join you, but please, bear with me. I'm not very good." I say, chuckling lightly. I start drawing stick figures. "I know you can hear me, you just don't want to talk, and that's fine. I don't know exactly how you feel, but I grew up without either of my parents. Something bad happened to them when I was 7. I don't like talking about it....." I trail off, sighing gently. "Sometimes.... I can still hear them screaming. Maybe you think no one will listen to what you have to say, or believe you. I just want you to know, that I feel the same way. But I'll believe you, Lucas. You don't have to say anything, just draw me a picture." I finish my picture, setting down the crayon. "Here, I made this for you."

I slid the drawing over to him, smiling. It was a picture of my family. "This is my family, now. That's John. He took me into his home and cared for me when my parents couldn't." I say, pointing to the tallest stick figure. "That's Dean. Don't tell anybody, but I may have, definitely fallen head over heels for him." I whisper, smiling when he looked up at me in confusion. I winked and he looked back down. "Then there's Sam. He's my tall, little brother. I don't think I could find a better friend than him. He's my other half." I point to the stick figure with the long hair. "And then there's me. Honestly? I feel like I'm intruding most of the time, because I didn't do anything to deserve these men. But those men, make me feel like I can take on anything." I see a small smile drift over his lips as he stares down at the shabby drawing. I stood up straight. "I gotta get goin', alright?"

I make my way over to Andrea and the boys. "Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his Dad's accident."

"What're the doctors saying?" I ask, standing besides Dean.

"That it's a kind of Post Traumatic Stress." She replied.

"That can't be easy. For either of you." Sam sighs, his tone sympathetic.

"We moved in with my Dad. He helps out a lot. It's just, when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw-" She trailed off, not knowing how to continue. I looked away from her, staring at Lucas, my heart wrenching for the boy.

"Kids are strong." Dean hummed, making me jump. "You'd be surprised what they can deal with."

Andrea nods in agreement. "Yeah, it's just- You now, he used to have such a good life. He was hard to keep up with to tell the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish-" She stopped abruptly as Lucas strolled over. "Hey sweetie." She coos to him.

Lucas had a folded up piece of paper in his hand, staring at it for a moment before holding it out to me. I took it slowly, a wide smile appearing on my face. "Thanks, hun." He stared up at me, his eyes staring at me intently. He started to squint, then turned back to the table. I looked at the paper in my hands before looking at Sam and Dean. I thanked Andrea for her time and started walking away, flipping open the paper, staring at the picture scribbled on it. I could hear Sam and Dean calling out to me, but I was too focused on why he'd draw a picture of the Carlton House. A rough hand grasped my arm and tugged me back a little, chuckles reaching my ears.

"Lottie, chill, you were about to fall into that hole." Dean quipped, pointing ahead of me to the palm sized hole before me. I huffed and crossed my arms. "You don't need another twisted ankle."

"Oh, hardy har har. I woulda stepped over it." Dean started snorting from laughing to hard when Sam pretended to twist his ankle and act like I did when I was 13! Of course I cried! I didn't have a high pain tolerance yet! "You guys suck!" I cry, marching forward.

~***~

I stepped out of the bathroom in my motel room a little whiles after we got back to the motel. I gaze at the man sitting on my bed. "Dean?" I hum, cocking my head. He just smiles, laying back, crossing his arms behind his head with a satisfied sigh. A very dirty thought crossed my mind. Dean's eyes snapped open as I crawled onto his lap, gripping his wrists and holding them against the bed, a flirty smirk on my lips. His adam's apple bobbed as he stared down at my body stretched out above him. "Like what you see, hun? Cause it seemed like you didn't. Saying I wasn't your girl so easily. I'm starting to feel I'm not so attractive to you."

"Are you friggin' kiddin' me?" He asked, smirking as I sit up, releasing his wrists. They immediately wrap around my hips, gripping lightly. "You're one in a million."

I roll my hips slightly, giggling when he lets out a low grown. His erection was already straining against his jeans.  He leans up on his elbows, gazing at me as I sought my own pleasure, loving the feel of his straining manhood press against my sensitive heat. I let out a soft moan, gripping at my hair. I run my hand down my body, smiling as my orgasm starts to sneak up on me. I'm pretty sure I'm starting to soak through my jeans, and I'm completely okay with it at the moment. These moments we always seem to get ourselves into were the highlight of my week. My back arched backwards, my orgasm hitting hard. I let out a strangled cry, panting softly as I relaxed back onto my lap.

Dean's still staring at me, his eyes hooded and his breathing uneven. "You're beautiful, you know that?" He pants, rubbing the exposed skin in my ripped up jeans. His hips buck slightly as I shift, and he's painfully aware he's still very hard. I get off the bed, smiling when he sits up, smirking at my obvious pink cheeks. "You're a doll and everything, but I seem to still have a problem here." I roll my eyes and drop to my knees, tugging the front of his jeans open. He coughs lightly as I tug him out. "Easy there, tiger." He hums, running his hand through my hair. But unfortunately for him, my door starts to rattle with knocks.

"Lottie! You know where Dean is? I have to talk to the both of you!" I hear Sam call out. I snort and stand up, going to the door to open it up. Dean scrambles about, getting his jeans zipped up seemed to be harder when he was.... hard.

"Hiya, Sammy! Dean decided to perv on me!" I say, jutting my thumb behind me as Dean holds a pillow on his lap, acting like it was the most interesting thing on the planet.

"Oh, come on, man. Quit peeping on her already." Sam sighed, sitting at my table. "So I think we can say Nessie is out of the picture." Sam changes the subject.

"What happened?"

"I drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance. Will Carlton is dead." His tone was serious. I sighed out lightly.

"He drowned?" Dean asked, leaning on his palms.

"Yup." Sam replied. "In the sink."

"What the hell?" I sputter, nearly choking on my drink. "So, it wasn't a creature after all. We're definitely dealing with something entirely different."

"Mhm." Sam nodded. "But, what, is the question."

"Water Wraith, maybe?" I suggest.

"Or some kind of Demon?" Dean adds. "Something that controls water, water that comes from the source."

Sam nodded again, continuing his explanation. "Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months. Whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it's running out of time."

Dean stood up, seemingly calmed down by now. "And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere. This is going to happen again soon."

"And we do know one thing for sure. We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton." Sam noted. "And I've been asking around, Lucas' Dad, Chris- Bill Carlton's grandson."

"I hate to say it, but it looks like we need to pay Mr. Carlton a visit." I suggest, grabbing the Impala keys and heading out the door before Dean could stop me.

~***~

Mr. Carlton was in the exact same place he had been when we first saw him. He sat on the dock, one a bench, staring out into the water. Sam was the one who ended up speaking first. "Mr. Carlton?" He hesitated a moment before tearing his gaze away from the lake. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind." Sam continued, gazing at Dean.

Dean nodded. "We're from the department-"

Mr. Carlton snapped his head towards him, narrowing his eyes. "I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today."

Sam and Dean shared another look as Sam cleared his throat. "Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there?" He waited a moment to see if Mr. Carlton would respond. He didn't. He simply returned his gaze back to the lake. "Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death. We think there might be a connection to you or your family."

"My children are gone.... It's worse than dying. Go away. Please." He replied softly, voice hoarse from unshed tears. I stepped forward, tugging the boys away from him.

"Come on. He doesn't need to answer anymore questions." I coo, making them walk away. I turned back to Mr. Carlton. "Thank you for your time. I'm very sorry." I say as softly as possible. He nodded slightly before returning his gaze back at the water.

"What do you guys think?" Sam asked once we made it back to the Impala.

"Well, for one, the poor guy's been through hell." I sigh, turning back to gaze at him. "And I think he knows something."

"So. Now what?" Sam asked as he leaned against the Impala. We turned our gaze onto Dean, who had been surprisingly still.

"What is it, Lassie?" I ask, snorting lightly.

Dean sighed, looking at the Carlton House. "I was just thinking.... Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something." He looked directly at me. I thought for a moment before gasping in realization. I pulled out Lucas' picture and stared at it.