Living with Dean and Sam.

Chapter Six:

I sat next to Dean in the restaurant, he was reading through the paper, and Sam had gone to the toilet, I think. He was scanning through to see if there was anything that looked like a case. The waitress, Wendy, walked out to where we were sitting.

"Can I get you anything else?" she asked, seductively. Dean lifted his head up and smiled, chewing his pen. Just as Sam sat the other side of him.

"Just the check, please." He said, politely.

"Okay." She said walking away. Dean dropped his head forward.

"You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while." Dean told him. "That's fun." He added pointing to Wendy. I rolled my eyes, as Dean handed the paper to Sam. "Here, take a look at this, I think we got one. Well Emerson saw it first." I smiled.

"Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out." I begin.

"Authorities dragged the water, nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago." Dean continued.

"A funeral?" Sam asked, confused.

"Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever." I concluded. "Now I'm going to sit in the car." I added, standing and leaving them.

They eventually emerged from the restaurant and got in the car, me and Sammy had been taking turns with the front seat. Today was Sammy's turn, so obviously I laid in the back seat, staring at the roof of the Impala. The car ride was spent, of me Sam and Dean listening to Dean's radio and playing eye-spy, a game that Sam was very good at.

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Dean pulled up outside the Carlton household. We walked up to the door, and knocked almost silently. The door opened soon after and a youngish boy stood in its path.

"Will Carlton?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, that's right." He replied.

"I'm Agent Ford, this is Agent Hamill and Agent Jones." I nodded at him as Dean said 'Jones'.

"We're with the US wildlife service." Dean holds up the I.D. then Will walked us out to the Lake. Which looked murky and greyish. Bill Carlton, the boy's father was sitting on a bench on the dock. Staring out.

"She was about a hundred yards out. That's where she got dragged down." Will told us.

"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub." Will replied.

"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" Sam pondered.

"No, that's what I'm telling you." Will answered.

"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?"

"No. Again, she was really far out there."

"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?" Dean added.

"No, never. Why? Why, what do you thinks out there?" will questioned.

"We'll let you know as soon as we do." I spoke up, causing him to give me a small smile. I returned with a sympathetic one. We started to head back to the car.

"What about our father? Can we talk to him?" Sam asked. Me and Dean turned back.

"Look, if you don't mind, I mean... he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot." I nod.

"We understand. Thank you for your time Will. If we find anything, you'll be one of the first to know." I replied. He nodded and we got in the car.

"So any ideas?" Dean asked as we sat in the car.

"Nope." Sam replied.

"Zilch." I added as we drove away.