As Ready As I'll Ever Be

Dead in the Water___Don't drown your Friends

Katelyn's POV

"Can we join you?" I ask, pointing at the bench Andrea's sitting on. She smiles and nods, moving over. "Yeah, I'm here with my son." She says, pointing at Lucas sitting on a bench alone. Sam sits next to her, but Dean and I stay standing.

"Mind if I say hi?" Dean asks, already walking. Andrea looks a little uneasy. "I'll watch them." I reassure her. She smiles again, thanking me. I walk over to Dean and Lucas, kneeling down to Lucas's hight. "How's it going?" Dean asks.

Lucas ignores us, coloring on a piece of paper. Dean looks from him to me awkwardly. I shrug and point at the toys. He takes one of Lucas's green army men. "I used to love these things." He says, playing with it.

I laugh and look down at what Lucas is drawing. I can't really tell what it is. "So you like to draw. I used to draw all the time." I say, sitting down since my knees were beginning to hurt.

Dean looks over at the pile of drawings next to him. "You seem pretty good. That's good, chics dig artists." Dean says.

"Mind if we sit and draw with you?" He asks. He doesn't say anything, so we take that as an okay. Dean hands me a piece of paper and a crayon, and we start to draw.

I start to draw my mom, while still listening to what Dean says. "You know, I'm thinking you an hear me. You just don't wanna talk."

I draw my mom's hair, making it as wild as it always was. I smile, remembering how we always called it lion's mane

"I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel." Dean says sadly. I put down my crayon, looking up at Dean. He looks hurt.

"When I was your age, I saw something." Mary....

"Maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you or, uh, or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw that day with your dad on the lake." Dean reassures Lucas, but Lucas keeps on drawing.

Dean look at me and I shrug again, feeling bad. "Okay." Dean says, standing up. "No problem. This is for you." He says showing him the picture. I stand up and look over Lucas's shoulder. "This is my family."

"That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother." He says, pointing at the respective drawing. He points to another girl. "That's my best friend, she's a weirdo." He teases. I laugh at him and punch his shoulder. "And that's me." He finishes.

"Katelyn?" He says, looking over at me. I nod my head and hand Lucas my drawing. I smile. "This is my mom. I..um...I miss her." I say, swallowing down my tears. I avoid Dean's concerned stare. "Here. You can keep it." I say, placing it on his pile of drawings.

"We'll see you around Lucas." Dean says, walking away. He stops once he notices me not following him. "Kateyln, you coming?"

"I'll be there, just give me a few minutes." I say, sitting next to Lucas. He nods and walks back over to Andrea and Sam.

I cross my legs and bounce my foot. "Hey Lucas, I know you don't wanna talk, but you mind listening?" I ask. Suprisingly, he looks up. Wow, he actually did something. Quickly though, he goes back to drawing. That was short lived.

I sigh and uncross my legs. "Well, I hope you know you have people who will listen to you. You're not alone in this, kid. I know how it feels, to lose a parent. I lost my mom recently, and all I wanted to do was shut people out, but my friend was there to make sure I didn't. I hope you know that you don't have to shut people out anymore, you can always talk to someone." I say, looking down at him. He stops drawing, but he doesn't look up.