Secrets

Chapter 16: In Which Dean Interrogates a Grieving Father and a Child

AN: Hey y'all. (I am not from place in which we say "y'all" , but I can't go back now.) It's been a while......

But, I'm back now. Please, rest assured, I don't plan on stopping this story until its done. I really do enjoy writing this and don't plan on stopping.

I'm not going to give excuses on my time away, but hey! I'm back now, so that's what matters I think. (I hope)

Sam POV

As Sam, Dean, and Percy made their way to Mr. Carlton's house Sam couldn't help himself from thinking about Jess. About his secret and what he knew. He should have just believed his dreams, if he did, then Jess may still have been alive. If he hadn't been so- Sam's thoughts were cut off by the Impala lurching to a stop.

"We're here", Percy stated, rather needlessly, as the group exited the car and walked towards Bill, who was sitting on a dock by the lake, staring dejectedly at its waters.

"Mr. Carlton?" Sam called, causing the devastated man to look up. "We'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind."

Dean continued, "We're with the Department-"

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered too many questions already today."

Sam felt bad for Mr. Carlton. He really did, but he also knew that unless they got some answers, many more would die. So, he reluctantly pressed on, "Your son claimed he saw something in the lake, have you? Whatever this is could be connected to Sophie and Will's death -it may be connected to you."

Bill Carlton sighed, "My children are gone. It's worse than dying. Just, leave. Please."

The hunters exchange glances and make their exit.

They remained silent until they were all in the Impala. "So what do you all think?"

Percy sighed. "Bill Carlton's already dealing with enough. We should bother someone else about all this."

"As much as I hate to say it, I'm with Jackson. I also happen to think there's something we haven't been told," Dean replied.

Sam slumped in his seat. "So what now?"

Percy closed her eyes, appearing to be deep in thought. Dean on the other hand, suddenly freezes.

"What is it?" Sam asked, sitting up.

"What if Bill's not the only one who knows something?" he replies looking up a the Carlton house, and pulling out the drawing from earlier - they were identical.

PERCY POV

As Percy relaxed and closed her eyes, she attempted to reach out to the lake - or rather whatever was now connected to it, the thing seeking revenge. If she could talk to it, find what was fueling its rage, she may be able to reason with it. Whatever it was didn't feel evil, that much she could tell just from being near the lake, but it seemed upset, filled with a righteous anger. She needed to connect to it.

Percy gasped as she suddenly felt an overwhelming presence, seeing glimpses of a little boy, before being rather violently forced away. Whatever was in there didn't want her snooping, and while she had no clue what the little boy meant, she knew that it was important to this presence in some way.

She sat up, acting as if nothing happened. "So, I'm going to assume that I missed something or another. What's the plan?"

Dean rolled his eyes, "Well Miss Meditation, we're going to talk to Lucas, whatever this is, he's connected to it."

Percy let out a laugh. "Sweeto. Let's solve this case."

DEAN POV

As the trio pulled up to Andrea Barr's house, Dean took a breath. He had no clue how he was going to convince Andrea to actually let them talk to Lucas. He knew that needed to, so he was willing to try, but he was nearly sure that he couldn't do it. Still, he stepped out of the car-alone- and went up to knock on the wooden door.

Not even a minute late it swung open to reveal Andrea Barr, looking rather annoyed. "What do you need now?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, but my partners and I - well it was really me mainly - realized that we need to talk to Lucas." Dean responded, cringing at the end.

"Seriously? I can't really let you do that. I won't hurt my son like that."

"Please Andrea, I think it may be the only way to stop this mess."

"Even I were to let you, he won't say anything. And they're just drownings, tragic but accidental."

"Please Andrea, if you think there's even a chance of something else, let us talk to him."

"Fine, but you only have ten minutes."

"Thank you so much, just let me get my partners real quick." With that, Dean rushed back to the car.

As soon as he got there, Percy and Sam jumped out.

"So, what'd she say?" Percy asked.

"We can talk to him for a bit." Dean smiled.

"That's great," Sam said, walking towards Dean.

"Yeah," Dean replied, turning around and going back to the house.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip Like 5 Minutes~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As Dean walked through the house - which was decorated exactly as he expected it to be - he grew more nervous. What if this visit turned out fruitless? What if it just made everything more confusing? They couldn't afford to go back to square one - people were dying and they needed to stop it as soon as possible.

When he got to the Lucas's room he took a breath and stepped inside.

"Hey Lucas, do you remember me?" Dean asked crouching down to be at eye level.

Lucas didn't even look up - all he did was put a picture of a red bicycle on a pile - there were two red bikes now, Dean noted.

"You know, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again."

Lucas still didn't look up, instead continuing his drawing - it appeared to be somebody in water.

"How did you know to draw this?" Dean asked, pulling out the picture of a house that Lucas had given him. "Did you know something bad was going to happen? Just nod yes or no for me."

Lucas continued to color, giving no indication that he had heard Dean.

"Hey, you're scared, its okay. I understand. See, when I was your age I saw something real bad happen to my mom and I was scared too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you." Dean took a shaky breath. "But my mom - I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that everyday. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too."

Lucas dropped his crayon and looked up at Dean, handing him a pile of pictures.

"Thanks, Lucas," Dean said, giving him a smile before getting up and walking to the door.