Control - Dean Winchester [1]

03 ; Precarious Circumstances Spawn Tragedies

            There were various disadvantages of interrogating those who've lost tremendously in a short period of time. Odessa understood people required a temporal length of time to mourn for their misfortune, and the warrior sincerely dreaded investigating them. Partially because reassuring others on the topic of death was a situation that required an abundant amount of effort, and connecting to empathize was also troublesome. It was merely an incapability to comprehend emotions differing from her own. Mr. Carlton appeared to have suffered a great loss when both his children drowned, and Odessa truly condoled him as properly as she could, with difficulty.

            Odessa trudged alongside Sam and Dean across the Carlton's boardwalk that lead further into the lake. She frowned as Mr. Carlton was expressing a sullen facial expression with a gloomy silence as he gazed off into the distance with tears dwelling in his eyes. The intensity of sorrow was almost claustrophobic as Odessa neared the man, and the irony of clouded skies wasn't entirely helping either. Folding her arms across her chest, Odessa came to a complete halt inches away from Bill Carlton, who appeared much more horrid than before. 

            "Mr. Carlton," Sam said, his tone gentle as the soothing winds flowing through the Guardian's hair. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

            "We're from the department of-" Dean began

            Mr. Carlton abruptly discontinued Dean from speaking, "I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today." His voice was hoarse, almost as if he'd been crying for hours. Odessa acknowledged Dean's startled expression he exchanged with her, to which she responded with a nonchalant shrug, hardly noticeable. Returning her attention to the older man, she spoke. "Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you, Mr. Carlton? Have you seen anything?" She pursed her lips as he didn't respond, only continuing his intense gaze off into the distance. Odessa sighed heavily, toying with the hem of jacket.

            "Sophie's drowning and Will's death," Odessa began, peering over her shoulder and glimpsed at the rippling waves of the lake. "There might be a connection. To you or your family." 

            "My children are gone. It's worse than dying," He looked upwards at the brunette, tears threatening to escape. Odessa clenched her jaw, not in anger or frustration, merely because she once experienced the suffering. "Go away. Please." Though Mr. Carlton wasn't paying attention to neither of the three, she nodded softly and stepped away.

            Sam and Dean chatted amongst themselves, exchanging possible reasons why Bill Carlton was hesitant with speaking to them. Odessa was simply exhausted with prancing around from one place to the other, hoping to gather some useful information. She pulled the Impala's door handle and entered the car without another word.

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            "I just need to talk to him, just for a few minutes." Odessa refrained from releasing the threatening eye roll as Andrea continued to decline their pleads to speak with her non-communicative son. Odessa examined the woman with a concealed judgement swirling in her eyes. Her sense of style was awfully bland and masked a majority of her skin. The cardigan was tedious and her skirt that consisted of a jean fabric had Odessa wanting nothing more than to burn it.