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𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟑 | 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐬
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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐿𝐴𝐾𝐸 𝑀𝑂𝑁𝐼𝑇𝑂𝐶
𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓
The bar was dim and loud, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the clinking of glasses. I dropped into the seat across from Dean, ignoring the sticky table beneath my elbows. Sam sat beside him, the two of them leaning in close, their voices low but urgent—a quiet conversation that hummed with tension.
"Take a look at this," Dean muttered, sliding a newspaper toward Sam.
He pointed to a small article in the bottom corner of the page, just another obituary, swallowed by the week's news.
"I think we've got something. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week, Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walked into the lake. Doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water; nothing. Sophie's the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the bodies were ever found." He shook his head. "They even had a funeral a few days ago."
Sam's eyebrows pulled together as he skimmed the article. "A funeral?" He raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched into his expression. "For what?"
Dean nodded. "Yeah, it's weird. They buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever."
I reached across the table, snagging the paper from Sam's hands, my eyes skimming over the lines. "Humans are interesting," I murmured, mostly to myself.
Sam shaking his head. "People don't just disappear, Dean."
Dean's eyes narrowed, a flicker of annoyance tightening his mouth. "Something you want to say to me, Sammy?"
Sam gave a short, humorless laugh. "The trail for Dad, Dean. It's getting colder every day."
"Exactly." Dean's words were sharp, his tone colder than the beer he'd been nursing for the last hour. "So what are we supposed to do? Makaria doesn't know anything."
I leaned back, crossing my arms and letting my gaze linger between them. "I don't and trust me I would tell you if I did."
Sam ran a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily. "I don't know. Something. Anything."
Dean's fist came down on the table, rattling the silverware, the sound sharp against the background noise of the bar. "You know what? I'm sick of this attitude." His eyes blazed with anger as he glared at Sam. "You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?"
