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(3.2) ─ My Little Angel

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫:
‧⁺˚*‧☾ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ☽‧*˚⁺‧

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The three Winchester's arrived at the park seeing Andrea sitting on a bench watching Lucas, as he sat at a smaller colorful picnic table coloring and playing with toy soldiers.
"Can we join you?"

She looked up at them, smiling friendly looking at her son before looking back at them, "I'm here with my son."

"Oh, mind if I say hi?" Dean asked her, glancing over at the mute kid. She nodded her head as Dean walked over to him, "Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing isn't gunna work on me."

"Oh trust me, I've tried." Carmen remarked with a small sigh.

Dean was talking to Lucas, but he wasn't talking back. All he did was look up at him a couple of times, showing he was at least listening and wasn't just ignoring him before continuing to move his toys around. And after a while the oldest realized he wasn't getting anywhere, so he walked back over to the three. "Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident,"

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry," Dean said trying to be empathic but failing just getting a small nod in response.

"What are the doctors saying?"

Andrea sighed, sitting her back against the bench, "That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress," She explained. "That must not be easy for either one of you." Carmen sympathized with getting a smile from her. "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..."

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with," Dean stated, glancing at his sister in front of him.

"You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish--" Andrea started to say but quickly stopped seeing her son walking over to her."Hey sweetie." Lucas didn't say anything, handing Dean a picture. "Thanks, Lucas," It was a picture of a house drawn in black crayon.

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The youngest and oldest Wincester sat at the separate motel beds. Scanning over the picture Lucas gave to Dean. "Why does the house look familiar?" Carmen frowning, looking over at Dean who was about to say something but Sam suddenly barged in looking pissed. "So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie."

"What do you mean?"

Sam sat down next to Carmen, "I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead." He informed the two. "He drowned?" She asked only half confident in her answer. "Yup, in the sink." He stated making her frowen her brows as Dean looked at him shocked. "What the hell? So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else."

"Yeah, but what?"

"I don't know. Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water that comes from the same source," The oldest thought a loud. "The lake," The two youngest said at the same time.

"Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining," She added, standing up and tying her hair up. "It'll be dry in a few months. Whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it's running out of time."

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere," Dean said as he stood up, "This is gonna happen again soon."

"And we do know one other thing for sure. We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton," Sam stated, making Dean nod, "Yeah, it took both his kids,"

"And I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris, Bill Carlton's godson,"

"Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit,"

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"Mr. Carlton?" Sam asked as they walked up to the lone man on the bench on the dock. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind,"

Dean cleared his throat before speaking as the man had only looked up at them. "We're from the, the Department--"

"I don't care who you're with," Bill cut him off, still not looking up at them. "I've answered enough questions today."

The two brothers looked at Carmen, knowing she had a way of getting people to open up more. "Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? Have you seen anything out there?" She asked softly but still got nowhere.

"Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death -- we think there might be a connection to you or your family." Sam stated.

"My children are gone. It's..." He said quietly before looking up at them with glossy eyes, "It's worse than dying. Go away. Please,"

The three started back to the car, "What do you think?" Sam asked, looking at Carmen and Dean who were on the same side of the car. "I think the poor guy's been through hell," The oldest stated before leaning on the Impala's roof. "I also think he's not telling us something."

"So now what?" Same asked as Dean shrugged glancing at Carmen seeing she was staring at Bill's house. "What is it?" He asked getting Sam's attention.

"Do you have that picture Lucas gave you?" She asked, getting a strange look while he started to dig into his pocket. Handing her the paper, as she unfolded it and held it up. Smiling lightly, because she was right. She had seen the house before and it was the Carlton house. "We need to find Lucas,"

The two exchanged looks of confusion before nodding climbing in the car. Driving to Andrea's house, asking her to let them talk to Lucas. "I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea."

"I just need to talk to him. Just for a few minutes," Dead insteaded.

"He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?"

"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt." The two brothers tried to reason. "We think something is happening out there," Her face fell, "My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all."

"If that's what you really believe, then we'll go," Dean agreed with, "But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son."

Andrea finally agreed, leading them to Lucas's room where he was drawing. Dean went in and crouched down while the three stood in the doorway. "Hey, Lucas. You remember me?" Lucas didn't say anything. "You know I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again."

Dean pulled the drawing from his pocket. He unfolded it and placed it in front of him. "How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen?" He asked as Lucas said nothing was more, but Dean continued, "Maybe you could nod yes or no for me."

Dean swallowed harshly after Lucas didn't answer once more. "You're scared. It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared too." He started to open up as Carmen looked up at Sam, who didn't let Dean move from his sight. Looking back at Dean who continued, "I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom -- I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too." Lucas dropped his crayon, finally looking up at Dean. Handing him another picture, "Thanks, Lucas."

They went back to the car, "Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died," Dean informed. "There are cases -- going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies," Sam explained. "Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow? I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you got a better lead, please." Dean said handing the picture to Carmen.

"Goodie, another house to find." She remarked looking at the picture.

"The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this country alone," Dena noted. As Carmen leaned forward, "See this church?" She showed the pictures to her brothers, "I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."

"Oh, she thinks she's so smart," Dean remarked, getting a small slap on the shoulder from her. "I'm smarter than you." She spat back making Sam laugh. Dena rolled his eyes and let out a huff, "I'm smarter than you," He mocked.

"You know, um... What you said about Mom.. You never told me that before," Sam told him, changing the topic. "It's no big deal," He said looking between the two siblings who were staring at him. Making him look back at the road, "Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?"

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Swiftly finding a white church pulling in front of it. Climbing out, Carmen held the drawing up to the building making sure it was the right one. Looking down to see the yellow house from the picture. The two watched her cross the street before quickly following after her.

Walking in front of the yellow house, Sam took the liberty of knocking. It was answered by an old lady. She had let them in, "We're sorry to bother you, ma'am, but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, and has a red bicycle." Dean asked as the lady's face quickly fell.

"No sir. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for 35 years now," The lady looked at a picture of a little boy, Peter, on the side table. Sighing before speaking, "The police never -- I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared," Carmen smiled down at the number of toy soldiers on a table, remembering how much Sam used to love those things. "Losing him -- you know, it's... it's worse than dying." The three siblings exchanged glances thinking the same thing before turning back to the lady.

"Did he disappear from here? The house, I mean?" Carmen asked softly knowing how touchy a topic like this is.

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." Dean walked up to the mirror and picked up a picture of two boys. Flipping it over, 'Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, 1970.' Showing it to the younger ones as they nodded before placing it back where he found it. "Thank you for your time." Sam told her, she nodded before leaving her house.