Author's note: Hope everybody is digging the fic. Nobody has reviewed it but people seem to be reading and it's gotten favorited a few times so I guess that's a good thing. Been typing on journal entries from the notebook and if anybody is interested my roommate does has a Sam journal she writes in and was thinking about starting to post it here.

November

Not even going to bother to pretend to know what day it is, there's no calendar in the Impala and at the end of the day I just don't care. Sam is getting on my fucking nerves again. I was even tempted to slip some kind of sedative into his coffee just so I could get a few hours of peace. I actually do some real research, come to him with an actual case and does he thank me for all the hard work I did? No! He just launches in to giving me more shit about how we have no new information and Dad's trail is getting colder and colder by the day. Sorry Sam, I didn't implant a tracking devise on the old man and I sadly don't have the ability to pull a clue out of my ass. We just have nothing right now and he of all people should know that if a Winchester does not want to be found then they ain't getting found.

Right now we gotta face the fact that we're pretty much running blind here , so why not take down some evil sons of bitches in the meantime while we wait to get a hint on Dad's location? As always when he finished his little douche hissy fit he realized I was right and eventually calmed down a little.

People are disappearing in a lake and we're gonna go stop whatever the hell is causing it because that is our fucking job.

Got to Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin today around mid afternoon after a few hours in the car with Mr. Pouty. Nice town, seems like it'd be a good place to live…you know…if it weren't for all the mysterious drowning of course. A girl got dragged under the water and never came back up, sheriffs never found a body. I'm coming up with nothing though, no legends concerning the surrounding area as far as monsters go. Could be a kelpie I guess but those ones usually stick to Europe and prefer young children as their victims.

This case comes with a hottie, all the best cases do. This one is called Andrea, pretty little thing that seems to be immune to my usually unbeatable charms…weird, oh well. Looks like the pretty girl comes with a kid in this town, Lucas. Seems Andrea's husband was one of the past victims of whatever the hell is doing this and her kid saw his Dad go under. Oh man am I going to kick this things ass when I get my hands on it. I tried to get some info out of the kid but it turns out he hasn't talked since his dad's death….don't know if I would either if I saw what he did at his age. Dad once told me I didn't really talk for a few months after Mom died and I didn't even see what actually happened to her. It's just not right, being so young and having to deal with that kind of loss.

I tried to talk to him while he was on the playground today playing with his toy soldiers, now that really brings me back. Sammy and I used to spend hours with those damn green army men. Dad would be in the drivers seat on his way to God knows where to fight God knows what and Sam and I would sit in the backseat having battles with our soldiers like we were any normal kids would on any normal road trip.

Lucas came through for me…I think. He gave me a drawing of a house, it's gotta mean something, right?

Sammy just got in and told me the Carlton's lost somebody else. The other kid Will drowned…in the skink. That's a new kind of weird. Maybe some kind of water spirit?

Looks like vengeful spirit wins. Lucas gave me a picture of a house with a little boy in front of it…a little boy who died over 30 years ago who used to know Bill Carlton. We went to warn him but it was too late, his boat flipped and he went under.

Went to the cops like morons and big shock…they did nothing. Nothing except drive us out of town after her figured out we weren't government officials. If Sam thinks I'm just letting this one go he's dumber than he seems,

Lucas looked freaked out when I saw him at the station. He started yanking on my arm like he needed help but couldn't say why. Ugh…every damn time I see a kid scared like that I'm 10 years old again and Sam is having a nightmare. Stupid protective instincts, they'll get me killed one day I know it. Still, I can't leave until I know Lucas is gonna be alright.

Case finished, sheriff sacrificed himself to the spirit after it tried to drown Lucas. So Andrea got her son back but lost her dad and husband and all she did wrong was have an ass for a father. It's just not right…but how much of the stuff I see on this job is?

Lucas is gonna be ok I think, he's even talking again. Andrea will need time but I'm pretty sure she's be alright too. Pretty woman and a good kid, that's the dream right? Ok, enough of this "life that could have been" crap. We gotta get out asses in gear and find Dad.