Living with Dean and Sam.

Chapter Eight:

Andrea led us along the street.

"So, cute kid." Dean began.

"Thanks." She replied. As we crossed the street.

"Kids are the best, huh?" Andrea glanced at him then ignored him.

"There it is. Like I said, two blocks." She smiled.

"Thanks." Sam said. Andrea turns to Dean

"Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pick up line." Then she walked away, calling over her shoulder. "Enjoy your stay!"

"'Kids are the best'? You don't even like kids." Sam pointed out.

"I love kids." Dean mumbles back.

"Name three children that you know." I added. Dean becomes silent. I roll my eyes as we walk inside.

"I'm thinking!" he calls following us in.

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We were in the Motel room. Sam was working on his laptop and Dean was going through his clothing. I was just sitting on one of the beds, skimming my fingers over my snowflake necklace. The necklace that never left my neck.

"So there's the three drowning victims this year." Sammy said, I looked over to him.

"And before that?" Dean questions.

"Uh, yeah." Sam mumbles. "Six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace." I sighed and Dean threw a piece of clothing across the bed.

"So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?" I asked.

"This whole lake monster theory, it, it just bugs me." Sam added. Dean walked over and looked over his shoulder.

"Why?" he asked.

"Lock Ness, uh, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing." he replied.

"Whatever is out there, no one's living to talk about it." I muttered.

"Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?" Dean asked.

"Andrea." I added.

"Christopher Barr, the victim in May." Sam said. "Oh. Christopher Barr was her husband, Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued. Maybe we have an eyewitness after all."

"No wonder he was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over." I muttered, ignoring the looks the boys were giving me.

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We walked into the park. Andrea was sat on a bench watching Lucas from afar.

"Can we join?" Sam asked. She looked up and smiled.

"I'm here with my son." She replied.

"Oh. Mind if I say hi?" she smiled and I walked over to Lucas.

"Hey Lucas. How's it going?" I knelt down next to the bench, leaning back on my combat boots. Lucas was colouring silently. I picked up one of the toy soldiers.

"I used to love these things." I muttered, remembering when I used to play with Logan. I pretended to make an explosion and chuckled happily to myself.

"So crayons is more your thing? That's cool. Girls love artists. Dean told me." I looked at the drawings laid on the bench. "These are pretty good. You mind if I sit and draw for a while?" I picked up a sheet of paper and a crayon, sitting on the bench near Lucas.

"I'm not too bad myself." I began drawing stick people to make it easier and quicker.

"You know, I'm thinking you can hear me, you just don't wanna talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was your age I saw something." I told him. "Anyway. Well, maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you, or, uh... or believe you. I want you to know that I will. you don't have even have to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw that day, with your dad, on the lake. Okay, no problem. This is for you." I held out the picture I drew.

"This is my family. That's my mom. My dad. My brother. Dean and Sam. And me." I paused. "So I'm a sucky artist. I'll see you around Lucas." I stand place the items down and walk back to the others.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident." Andrea said.

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry." I said. She nods.

"What are the doctors saying?" Sam asked.

"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress." She replied.

"That can't be easy. For either of you." Sam adds.

"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..." she paused.

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." Dean concludes.

"You know, he used to have such a life. He was hard to keep up with him, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish-" she cuts herself off as Lucas walks over.

"Hey sweetie." She smiled. Lucas hands me a picture.

"Thanks. Thanks, Lucas." I reply. As he heads back to the bench. It was the Carlton house.