"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." Andrea said.
"Please, we just need to talk to him. Just for a few minutes." Dakota pleaded.
"He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?" Andrea asked.
"Andrea. We think more people might get hurt. We think something is happening out there." Sam told her.
"My husband and the others, they just drowned. That's all!" Andrea said.
"If that's what you really believe, then we'll go. But if you think there is even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son." Dean said. Andrea hesitated for a moment then nodded and showed the Winchesters to Lucas' room. When they reached his room they found Lucas coloring. Andrea, Sam, and Dakota waited at the doorway while Dean went into the room and crouched down to talk to Lucas.
"Hey Lucas. Remember me? You know, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing...but the thing is, I need your help again." Dean said to the small boy. Dakota watched with curiosity in her green eyes as Dean pulled the drawing of the Carlton house Lucas had drawn, "How did you now to draw this? Did you know that something bad was going to happen? Maybe you could nod 'yes' or 'no' for me? You're scared. It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age I saw something real bad happen to my mom and I was scared too." Dean told Lucas. Dakota listened intensely to what Dean was saying, desperate to learn anything about the mother she had never known. "I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom, I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day and I do my best to be brave. And maybe your dad wants you to be brave too." Dean finished. Dakota had tears forming in her eyes and Sam had a look of such sadness etched into his face.
Lucas stopped drawing when Dean stopped talking and looked up at his mother, then he reached into the pile of pictures he had drawn and handed one to Dean. Dakota couldn't see what it was from her spot at the entrance to the room, but assumed it was a valuable clue since Dean studied it so intensely.
"Thanks, Lucas." Dean said and the Winchesters left the house to find what they were hunting.
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Sam was sitting shotgun and Dakota in the backseat looking over his shoulder at the picture Lucas had given Dean.
"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean explained.
"There are cases where going through a traumatic experience could make some people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic abilities..." Sam explained.
"Well, what if whatever's out there, Lucas is tapping into it?" Dean asked in a concerned voice.
"I don't know." Dakota said.
"It's only a matter of time before someone else drowns, so if you two have a better lead, people feel free to share it!" Dean snapped.
"Alright, well it looks like we've got another house to find." Sam said referring to Lucas' drawing.
"Oh good. This should be easy." Dakota said in a sarcastic voice.
"There must be a thousand yellow two-stories in the county alone!" Dean agreed.
"See this church, I bet there are less than a thousand of those around here." Sam pointed out.
"Oooh! College boy! Thinks he's so smart!" Dean said, teasing Sam. Sam laughed.
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Dakota Elizabeth Winchester
FanficSister!Winchester fic where everything is the exact, but Sam and Dean have a wonderful, sassy, sister named Dakota, who is Sam's twin. Co-written and edited by g_christine. We own nothing except Dakota Elizabeth Winchester. Please leave comments an...