𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐄𝐑 | 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥

SIX | drowning

        His pencil moved lightly against the paper as he sighed, his head resting in the palm of his hand, his elbow on the table in front of him. He wasn't thinking about what he was sketching, merely allowing it to naturally come to him. Beside him was his older brother, the newspaper sat in front of him practically unread. The obituary section of the newspaper was always a good place to look for cases. Strange and unexplained deaths were often written in there, and Dean was meant to try and find them a job, but his attention was focused on the pretty blonde that had served them their breakfasts. The diner was basically in the middle of nowhere, yet it was still fairly crowded and the three waitresses he had seen tending to the tables were all attractive and Henry wouldn't be surprised if that was a deliberate decision regarding hiring.

The one his brother Dean was paying attention to was a young woman named Wendy, her lips lifted into a flirty grin anytime her eyes met the eldest Winchester's, though Henry had noticed she had lingered them to him once or twice, although his lack of attention back allowed Dean's silent flirtations to work on her as she kept smiling at him. It didn't surprise Henry that he wasn't thinking with his upstairs brain—he and Sam were used to Dean's usually successful attempts to catch the attention of the opposite sex. He didn't blame Dean for not focusing on finding a case, as he had even abandoned his breakfast as he drew, having borrowed it off Wendy the waitress after Dean stole his pen. Still, he could see that Dean had managed to circle one, the name Carlton catching his eye.

"Hey, can I get you anything else?" She approached them with a smile, showing her perfect teeth, which Dean returned, a pen between his lips as he gave her a large grin.

"Just the check, please." Sam told her as he slid into the stool on Dean's other side, not once glancing at her. Henry was surprised, as he had been much quicker than the middle brother had been expecting.

Dean groaned as Wendy nodded her head and turned away, but not before looking back at them again. "You know we are allowed to have fun every once and a while, y'know." He looked back at Wendy the waitress as she walked with a sway of her hips, her denim shorts tight enough to give Dean a perfect view of her backside. "That's fun."

"That's a person." Henry reminded him as he took a sip of his Red Bull. He needed the energy. He didn't sleep much the night before.

"And that person would be a lot of fun!" Dean rolled his eyes. "Be a dude for once, Hen, and check the cute girl out."

Henry looked away from him, uncomfortable.

"Shut up, man." Sam scoffed at their big brother.

"What? Have you ever seen him look at even one chick? Are you into dudes, Henry? Is that why? Cos it's cool-"

"I'm not, Dean, just leave it." He snapped, the firmness in his voice telling the older Winchester to not pursue it any further. Sam didn't comment on it, but the fear behind it too was another thing he heard, although if Dean heard it too, he didn't comment on it either. In fact, he seemed rather annoyed that Henry was choosing to not talk about it.

Dean rolled his eyes before pointing at his newspaper. "Look at this."

Henry and Sam looked over each shoulder at the obituary of Sophie Carlton, age eighteen, who drowned at Lake Manitoc. Authorities had dragged the lake, but couldn't find anything. "She's the third person to drown there this year." He read out loud.

"None of their bodies were found either." Dean noted. "They even had a funeral two days ago."

"A funeral?" Sam echoed in confusion.