Supernatural: Reborn

Chapter 12

After Faith had changed into jeans and a black and white plaid shirt, she insisted that they return to Andrea's home. Faith told her brothers what she saw and Peter's warning, giving them no choice but to agree with her.

They drove to Andrea's house just as the sun started to rise. When they got there, Andrea went to put Lucas in bed while Dean started to search the house for any clues. Faith sat at the kitchen table with Sam; neither one of them said anything. They just sat there quietly, waiting for Dean to find something.

"You called Dean's name," Sam said, breaking the silence, "not mine."

Faith sighed, "Now's not really the time Sam."

"Cut the crap Faith," Sam snapped, "you haven't said a word since last night except when it was absolutely necessary." Faith's face paled at his words, making Sam sigh. "You can talk to me, you know," he said gently.

She lightly smiled, "I know. It's just...I don't really know how I feel. I don't know why I called Dean instead of you."

"Yes, you do," Sam said, "You're starting to forgive him, aren't you?" Faith sighed and nodded her head. "Why do you think that's such a bad thing," Sam asked her.

"Because he never said I'm sorry," Faith almost screamed, "not once has he said that! I have no doubt that if he had said that to me the second you guys got here, I would've forgiven him, but he didn't. I can't just overlook that."

Sam nodded his head in understanding. He knew that his sister was the type of person who needed the apology to move on. He knew Dean would apologize sooner or later, but Sam didn't know how much longer he could deal without his sister at the bunker.

"Everything ok," Andrea asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Yeah," Faith answered, wiping away any sign of distress from her face, "we were just talking." Andrea sits down at the table, putting her head in her hands.

"This is a nightmare," Andrea said to herself, "I can't believe this is even happening."

"If it helps, you're holding up better than most people would," Sam tried to comfort her. Suddenly, Dean appeared in the kitchen. He slammed some sort of scrapbook down in front of Andrea.

"Do you recognize the kids in these pictures," Dean asked her.

"What," Andrea asked before taking a closer look, "um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must've been about 12 in these pictures."

Dean sighed, "Chris Barr's drowning—the connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the Sheriff."

"Bill and the Sheriff— they were both involved with Peter," Sam said to his siblings.

"What about Chris," Andrea asked as Faith noticed that Lucas was standing in front of the back door. "My dad, what are you talking about," Andrea continued.

"Lucas," Faith called out, "Lucas, what is it?" Lucas opened the back door and walked out, not saying a single word. The four of them followed the little boy outside, not sure what to expect.

"Lucas, honey," Andrea called out. Finally, Lucas stopped at a random spot before the lake. He stared at the ground before lifting his head up to look at Faith.

"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, ok," Faith told Andrea, never breaking eye contact with Lucas. Andrea grabbed a hold of Lucas's hand and the two of the walked back to the house as the three Winchesters walked to the Impala to grab shovels.

The instant they grabbed them, they returned to the spot and started to dig. Pile after pile of dirt, finally, Sam's shovel smacked against something hard. The three of them dropped their shovels and scooped away the dirt, hauling out a red bicycle.