Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 1

Dead in the Water- Part 2

"Mr. Carlton?" You asked, approaching the man in distress. You headed over there immediately thanks to Dean and his driving. You and the boys agreed that you would be doing the talking since you were more compassionate and your voice was more gentle than theirs.

"We'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind. We're from the Department," You were cut off when Bill spoke.

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today." He sounded so sad, it broke your heart.

"Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there?" No answer was received and you sighed. "Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death—we think there might be a connection to you or your family."

"My children are gone. It's worse than dying. Please, just go away." You bit your lip and looked at the boys, nodding. You and the brothers made your way back to the car.

"What do you think?" You asked Dean.

"Aw, I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Dean cleared his throat.

"So now what?" Sam asked, sounding defeating. You stood there with the boys for some time now. You looked at Mr. Carlton's house and you bit your lip. That house looked very familiar. You reached into your jeans and pulled out the picture that Lucas drew for you. You help up the picture next to the house and looked at the boys.

"Maybe Bill isn't the only one who knows something." You looked back at the drawing.

"We must talk to that kid," Dean said, getting into the Impala. The drive to Andrea's house wasn't that far, considering how small of a town this really was. The lake connected lots of house to it and Andrea's house just happened to be one of them. You knocked on the door, hoping Andrea would answer. You got her address when you were looking in the newspaper about her husband, Chris. It was listed in there and you were thankful of that.

"Sam, Dean, Y/N, what are you doing here?" Andrea said once she opened the door.

"May I talk with Lucas?" You bit your lip.

"I'm sorry, I don't think that's a good idea." She sighed.

"I just need to talk to him," Your eyes widened in desperation. "For a few minutes."

"He won't say anything. What good's it going to do?"

"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there." Sam said gently.

"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all." Andrea shrugged.

"If that's what you really believe, then we'll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son." You sighed, hoping you convinced her. She hesitated at first but she let you and the Winchesters inside, leading you upstairs where her son's room was.

Lucas was coloring with toy soldiers standing all around him when you entered his room.

"Hey, Lucas, remember me?" You saw Lucas had drawn two more pictures of the red bicycle. "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again." You crouched down next to Lucas and bit your lip. You watched as he drew a picture of a person in water. You took out the drawing he drew you and placed it in front of him.

"How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was going to happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me?" You asked, hopeful. Still, nothing came from the kid.

"You're scared. It's okay, I understand. See, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. 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. Maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too." You said gently, telling him what you never told anyone. You knew your mom was proud of you but you tried to be brave so you wouldn't disappoint her.