Me and my brothers stopped at a diner for breakfast.
I was sitting a the counter, a plate with food in front of me. I was going through the newspaper, finding a new lead for a new job. I saw a obituary for a blonde girl that had drowned.
Carlton, Sophie - The Carlton family is sad to announce the death of their beloved daughter in a tragic swimming accident.
I read further on, circling the girl, Sophie's picture. I looked over at Dean, who was standing at the other end of the counter, talking to a blonde waitress.
The waitress said something.
Dean smiled.
Sam walked closer, looking at the waitress, talking.
The waitress walked away.
Dean hung his head in disappointed frustration, looking at Sam.
Sam walked toward me, sitting down on one side, at the end of the counter. "Hey."
"Hey," I told him.
Dean followed, sitting on the other side of me, looking around me to look at Sam. "You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while." He pointed in the direction the blonde waitresshad walked away. "That's fun."
Sam didn't answer, looking around me to look at Dean.
I showed them the newspaper. "Here, take a look at this. I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week, Sophie Carlton, 18, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water. Nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found, either. They had a funeral two days ago."
"Funeral?" Sam repeated.
"Yeah," I answered. "It's weird. They buried an empty coffin for closure or whatever."
"Closure?" Sam repeated. "What closure? People don't just disappear, Scar. Other people just stop looking for them."
"Something you want to say?" Dean asked.
"The trail for Dad," Sam told us. "It's getting colder every day."
"Exactly," Dean told him. "So, what are we supposed to do?"
"I don't know," Sam told us. "Something. Anything."
"You know what?" Dean asked. "I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think we want to find Dad as much as you do?"
"Come on, guys, don't start this," I told them.
Sam ignored me. "Yeah, I know you do. It's just--"
"We're the ones that've been with him every single day for the past two years," Dean told him. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. I took two glasses of water from the counter. "While you've been off to college going to pep rallies."
Dean and Sam started speaking at the same time with different words that it was hard to tell the difference.
I splashed Dean and Sam in the face with water, making them stop fighting.
Dean and Sam looked startled, yet not surprised.
I placed the two glasses down. "So, are we done now? We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there, okay?"
The blonde waitresswalked past us.
Dean tilted his head to watch her go, using a napkin to wipe the water away.
Sam sighed, rubbing the water off his face. "All right. Lake Manitoc. How far?"
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The Little Winchester Sister
FanfictionScarlett Winchester is Dean and Sam's half little sister. When she was 10, Sam left the hunting business and left her with her father, John and her older brother. Four years later, Dean and Scarlett went to get Sam, to look for their father.