The Winchesters Sister

Vengeful Spirit part 2

Jamie's POV

Sam was working on his laptop while I laid down on one of the beds and Dean was going through his clothing. "So there's the three drowning victims this year," Sam said. "Any before that?" Dean asked.

"Uh, yeah," Sam started, "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."

"So, what . . . we got a lake monster on a binge?" I asked. "This whole lake monster theory, it, it just bugs me," Sam said. I got up from the bed and walked over to him. "Why?" Dean asked as he walked over as well and stood beside me.

"Loch Ness, uh, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing. Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it," Sam informed.

Sam scrolls to the comments section of an article and then Dean pointed at it. "Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?" He asked. Sam read from the page, "Christopher Barr, the victim in May."

Sam clicked a link, opening a new page. 'LOCAL MAN IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT.' The picture loads: it shows a police officer with Lucas. "Christopher Barr was Andrea's 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," Sam read. Sam clicked the picture, making it bigger. He scratched his head, "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all."

"No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over," Dean mumbled. I got back to the bed and I looked at my shoes. Suddenly, I started thinking about my mother. How was she? Was she nice? How did she look like? So many questions come up in my mind.

"Hey guys," I started. Sam and Dean looked at me. "Yeah?" Sam asked. "What was my mom like?" I asked. They looked at each other and then back at me. "What?" I asked. "We just . . . We didn't expect you will ask that question," Sam said. "You remember her, right?" I asked. "Yeah," Dean said as Sam nodded.

"So, can you . . . tell me about her?" I asked. Sam closed the laptop and they both walked over to me. Sam sat next to me on the bed and Dean kneeled down in front of me. "What do you want to know about her?" Sam asked.

"Her name. What did she looked like. Was she a good person," I said. "Oh she was a good person," Dean said with a smile. "She reminded us of our mother."

"Her name was Lily. She and Dad meet on a hotel that we were staying. She was with us a year," Sam said. "So she knew what you do?" I asked and Sam nodded. "After a few weeks, she got pregnant with you," Dean said. I smiled, "So you liked her?" I asked. "Yeah. We did," Sam said. Sam wrapped his arm around me. "What did she looked like?" I asked. " You look like her," Dean said. "I do?" I asked and he nodded.

"Now, come on," Dean said and got up. "Let's go to see Andrea and Lucas." I rolled my eyes but I couldn't help it but to smile. Dean and Sam smiled as well and we got out of our room.

We got to the park. We saw Andrea sat on a bench and watched Lucas, who was at another bench coloring and playing with toy soldiers. "Can we join you?" Sam asked politely. Andrea looked up at us, she smiled and then looked at her son before looking back at us, "I'm here with my son."

Dean looked over at Lucas. "Oh. Mind if I say hi?" He asked Andrea. She nodded and Dean walked over to Lucas. "Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing is not gonna work on me," Andrea said with a smile. Sam and I smiled and sat on both of her side. "I don't think that's what this is about," I said.

I looked at Dean, who was talking with Lucas. Lucas didn't say anything, but he looked at Dean a couple of times before continuing to play. After a couple of minutes, Dean came back. Andrea, Sam and I got up. "Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident," Andrea said. "Yeah, we heard. Sorry," Dean said. Andrea just nodded.

"What are the doctors saying?" Sam asked. Andrea sighed. "That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress," She said. "That can't be easy. For either of you," I said. Andrea smiled a little at me, "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 . . ."

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with," Dean said. "You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish --" Andrea said and then we saw Lucas walking over us, "Hey sweetie."

Lucas handed Dean a picture. It was a house. "Thanks," Dean said as he looked down at the picture. "Thanks, Lucas," Dean said. But the little boy didn't answer. He just walked back to the bench.