Comfort Crowd Δ SPN [ 1 ]

003. WORSE THAN DYING

The four are in the Impala, all in their respective seats.

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dena says.

"There are cases -- going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." Sam explains.

"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."

"All right, we got another house to find." Sam says.

"The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two stories in this county alone." Dean says.

"See this church?" Sam points to the church in the drawing. "I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."

"Oh, College Boy thinks he's so smart." Dean says in a voice which causes the two girls to giggle.

"You know, um... what you said about mom... you never told me that before." Sam says.

"It's no big deal." Dean shrugs. He glances at Sam after a moment, seeing him still looking at him. "Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?"

"Is Lucas gonna be okay?" Ophelia asks.

"He'll be fine." Dean assures.

"Why?" Sam asks, a small knowing smirk on his face.

"I'm just worried. He's nice. I don't like when nice people are sad." Ophelia defends herself.

"You sure that's all?" Sam asks, looking back at her.

"Yes." Ophelia slowly answers, not sure where this is going.

"Okay." Sam nods.

"What?" The five year old asks, sensing Sam has something else to say.

"Oh, nothing. Just... Lucas and Ophelia sitting in a tree.." He starts singing. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

"Uncle Sam!" Ophelia huffs, her cheeks turning beet red.

Sam laughs and Libby giggles along.

"No. Hell no. There are no trees, no K-I-S-S-I-N-G-ing. And especially no love, definitely no marriage, and no way in hell are there any babies in baby carriages." Dean declares, leaving no room for discussion.

"Aw, come on. Little five year old crushes are cute." Sam chuckles.

"Not when it's my five year old." Dean says, his tone and expression only making Sam laugh more.

Ophelia quietly huffs, pouting out the window, hating how her cheeks and ears are so heated right now.

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"We're sorry to bother you, ma'am, but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle." Dean says.

They found the house that Lucas drew and were greeted with an older lady named Mrs. Sweeney.

"No sir. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." She informs. "The police never -- I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared."

"Losing him--you know, it's... it's worse than dying."

Sam tightens his hold on Libby while Dean tightens his grip on Ophelia's hand.

"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Dean asks.

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." Mrs. Sweeney says.