Chapter 8 It's like Jaws, But Shittier
Blair was sitting inside a restaurant with her sketchbook and laptop out. She had filled four pages in it with drawings from her last dream. A lake, the surface of the lake from under the lake, a two story house with a retro bike on the porch and a church in the distance, and something reaching out from the depths. She ran a hand down her face before turning to her laptop. She tapped on some keys to find something. She found a news article and clicked on it. She blinked when Dean gave a small chuckle next to her, she looked up to see him smiling at the waitress. She quietly chuckled and went back to her laptop.
It had been a good week since the Wendigo case and Dean was still the same as ever. Flirting with girls at any restaurant they stopped at, or bar for that matter. At least he was one of those guys who backed off after being told no. He gained a lot of respect with Blair for that. Dean cleared his throat and got her attention.
"Is this story what you were dreaming?" Dean asked Blair as he handed her the obituaries he'd been studying.
"Aye, I even found the story online," Blair confirmed as she turned the laptop to show him, "Girl goes into the lake and ends up disappearing in the water, apparently they dragged the lake."
"But didn't find anything," He added.
"That's what's weird about this," She muttered, "it's like someone doesn't want their dirty laundry aired."
"Dirty cop?" He asked.
"Possibly," She shrugged, picking up a styrofoam cup filled with coffee and taking a sip.
"Wasn't that an ice coffee?" He asked while crinkling his nose.
"It was five minutes ago, now it's just a sad imitation of what it used to be," She stated as she finished off her watered down coffee.
"That's deep for eight in the morning," He chuckled.
"I try," She grinned before waving at a familiar face, "Mornin' Sam."
Sam gave her a small smile and took the free seat to her left. He caught sight of her drawings and raised an impressed brow. She put quite a bit of detail into the water, but not the rest of the background. She noticed him staring and smiled slightly.
"I developed my style with influence from Escher," She informed him, "Saw one of his works at a local gallery during an event."
"Anything else I can get for you?" A waitress asked as she walked over, she was smiling at Dean and turned more towards him.
"Just the check, please," Sam stated, getting her attention.
"Okay," The waitress smiled, she walked off and Dean watched her go with admiration.
He loved the shorts she chose. He looked towards the other two and noted two distinct expressions. Amused and bitch face. He sent his brother a look and almost copied the bitch face. Blair seemed to grow far more amused at that.
"You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while," Dean informed him before pointing to the waitress, "That's fun."
"But you want to know our next case," Blair stated before turning her laptop to face him, "Here you go, a drowning with no body to be found."
"Why would someone bury an empty casket?" Dean asked Blair after reading to obituary a bit more.
"Mostly closure," She shrugged, "My family would always recommend a cheap casket for a drowning victim if the body couldn't be immediately found, that way they wouldn't be spending a fortune if the body was found and then cremated."
"People don't just disappear," Sam commented as he finished reading the article, "Other people just stop looking for them."
"They do if they get dragged to the bottom of a lake," She answered with a wry expression on her face, "And the bottom doesn't get dragged, pardon me for a moment and make sure my shite doesn't get swiped."
Dean and Sam watched as she stood from her chair and headed towards the bathroom. She greeted people with a smile and a wave as they did the same. It was a chipper mood due to the fact that she was finally no longer limping due to the bruised knee.
"Something you want to say to me?" Dean asked Sam, "Because the kid just gave us alone time."
"The trail for Dad," Sam stated with a slight bitch face, "It's getting colder every day."
"So, what are we supposed to do?" Dean asked as he finished off his own coffee.
"I don't know," Sam admitted, "Something, anything."
"You know what? I'm sick of this attitude," Dean informed Sam, surprising the younger male, "You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?"
"I know you do," Sam started, "It's just-."
"I'm the one that's been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies," Dean cut him off with a serious expression, "We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?"
Sam sat back slightly and rolled his eyes. He wasn't five, as Blair had pointed out at one point. He closed her laptop and placed it into her bag, along with the sketchbook. He really wanted to get going. Dean shot him a look as he hoisted the bag onto his shoulder.
"You know, I can carry my things," Blair's voice sounded from Sam's left.
He stopped himself from jumping as an amused Dean accepted the check for breakfast and paid. She had a talent for sneaking up on them. That was a hard feat to do in regular shoes, he didn't want to ask how she did it in boots. He watched as Sam handed over her bag and she put it on her shoulder. Something shifted between those two, again. This time it was friendlier, very friendly, and he could get behind that. He was then distracted by the waitress in the nice shorts. He got a soft tap to the arm and he grinned at Blair.
"All right, Lake Manitoc," Sam stated, "How far is that exactly?"
"It's in Wisconsin, so a four hour drive, give or take," Dean replied as the three headed out to the Impala.
"Nice," Blair stated as she stretched.
Once they were in the car, they took off. The drive was relatively quiet, with Blair in the backseat writing a book on the first two cases she'd been a part of. It was more like information on the creature that caused the problem and an example. She even put the way to kill it down. If she was going to be a hunter, she knew that any kids she had would be one as well. She was attempting to prepare those theoretical children.
She didn't look up from the screen of her laptop, even when they stopped for fuel. Dean thought that was slightly amusing that she was that into her writing, watching her stare at a screen for a full five minutes before erasing a whole paragraph had been quite the experience. Sam on the other hand was reading in his father's journal in an attempt to figure out what could be in the lake. Blair's dream showed that it wasn't a normal monster. Something that could drag someone to the bottom of a lake? Not a monster he had heard of before.
It had been three hours when they finally passed a sign that welcomed them to Lake Manitoc. Dean stopped at a stop sign and attempted to remember where the Carlton house was. It was out near the lake, not really on a street with a name. Apparently the Carlton's used a post office box for all their mail. He brought the Impala to a wood house, a light paint job helped make it stand out from the green of the surrounding trees.
"So, what are we this time?" Blair asked as they got out of the Impala.
"US wildlife service," Dean replied.
"Got it," She replied in her American accent.
It always messed with him when she easily switched between the two. Judging by her grin he let it show on his face. The three matched up the gravel filled walkway and right up the white stairs. Dean had the pleasure of knocking on the white door. It was quiet for a few seconds until a man, who was younger than they expected, opened the door to fix them with a confused expression that was mixed with grief.
"Will Carlton?" Dean asked.
"Yes, that's right," The man nodded in confirmation.
"I'm Agent Ford, this is Agent Hamilton and Agent Fisher," Dean introduced as the three got out their fake IDs, "We're with the US Wildlife Service."
"Would you mind telling us what happened to your sister?" Blair quietly asked, "We understand this is a trying time, we just want to know what exactly happened."
"Follow me," Will stated, "I'll show you the place."
The three put away their fake ID's as the man walked out of the front door and closed it behind him. He lead them back down the stairs and walkway towards the old dock. Blair was a bit untrusting of the old wood that made up the dock, her previous drop in the mine shaft was too fresh in her mind. They came across an older man, easily in his forties, sitting on a bench over looking the lake.
"She was about a hundred yards out," Will told them as he pointed a finger at the lake, "That's where she got dragged down."
"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Dean questioned.
Blair and Sam sent him a look at that one. He had no tact sometimes. She was tempted to hit him but refrained when Will gave him a sad nod. There was more to be told.
"She was a varsity swimmer, she few up in that lake," Will told them, "It was as safe as her own bathtub."
"So no splashing?" Sam asked in a softer tone than his brother, "No signs of distress?"
"No, that's what I'm telling you," Will stated, clearly getting more upset.
"Were there any types of shadows, or movements under the surface near the area?" Blair quietly questioned.
"No, but she was pretty far out there," Will pointed out, he'd rather answer questions posed to him by her then the two men.
"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?" Dean asked, pulling Will's attention away from Blair
"No, never," Will replied before frowning, "Why? What do you think is out there?"
"We don't know, but we plan to find out," Blair told him, "Did your father happen to see anything?"
"May we speak with him?" Sam added onto her question.
Will looked back at his father before sighing. He didn't want to add any more stress on his old man. The three were waiting as he turned back to face them. Shaking his head in a negative.
"He didn't see anything," Will told them, "And he's been through a lot, so please, just leave him be."
"We understand," Sam stated.
The three turned and walked back to the Impala. Blair almost stopped in her tracks when she heard a child's whisper. She looked over her shoulder towards the lake and frowned slightly. She wondered if she could get more information by taking a nap. She probably could. She got into the Impala's back seat and kept her eyes on the lake, there was definitely something in there. She was pulled from her thoughts when they pulled up towards the police station that was now in front of her. She blinked in confusion and looked towards the front seats, Dean and Sam were looking for a place to park. Sam pointed one out near the entrance.
"Did you space out for the whole ride?" Dean asked her as he turned to look at her.
"I…Yeah," She nodded, "Sorry, that lake was certainly interesting."
"It's what you drew," Sam pointed out.
She made a noise at that and got out of the parked Impala. She knew that she had drawn it, and she knew that she was missing details. She was worried that something would happen when she was awake, like that time in Jericho. That had freaked both her and Sam out. You haven't unlocked this area yet her arse.
The two Winchester's caught up with her and she held the door open for them. A man that seemed to be the same age as Bill Carlton, nearing his early to mid forties, looked up from some papers in his hands and fixed them a look. She almost got nervous but quickly squashed the feeling. It would be like talking to Sister Maria, the nun in charge of the girls punishment at her Primary School and the main reason why her sister knew that she liked women, taking the piss out of him. She decided against that, Maria was easier to mess with, this man didn't seem like he could take a joke if it was right in his face.
"I'm Agent Ford, this is Agent Hamilton and Agent Fisher," Dean introduced once again as the three got out their fake IDs, "We're with the US Wildlife Service."
"We were sent out here to investigate the accident that happen down at the lake," Blair informed the man.
"I'm Sheriff Jake Devins," The man introduced himself, "Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?"
"You sure it's accidental?" Sam asked, "Will Carlton saw something grab his sister."
"Like what?" Jake asked as he motioned with his for them to follow him.
"We don't know, but at this point we were starting to theorize that there might be a indigenous carnivore inside the lake," Blair stated as they followed the Sheriff into his office.
"Yes, the way she disappeared followed the pattern of one," Dean added with ease.
"Here, sit, please," Jake motioned towards the chairs in front of his desk, "There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake."
The three took a seat. Blair sat all prim like, the way her mother had told her to sit when there were guests at the house. At least she wasn't wearing a dress against her will, or had her hair done up in an extravagant way that just didn't suit her. She quickly focused on the task at hand.
"You are quite sure?" She asked in a polite tone.
"Yes, there's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness Monster," Jake stated.
"Right," Dean agreed, laughing a little.
"I'm just double checking this fact," Blair stated as the two Winchester's shared a look due to the Loch Ness being brought up, "But you did drag the lake bottom, yes?"
"We did, we even ran a sonar sweep just to be sure, we found nothing down there," Jake replied, "Will Carlton was traumatized and the mind can play tricks on one."
"That's weird, though, I mean, that's, that's the third missing body this year," Dean pointed out.
"Don't I know it," Jake nodded, "These are people from my town, people that I care about."
"I know," Dean nodded.
"It won't be a problem for much longer, will it?" Blair asked, she had read up a little more about the area a dam was falling apart, "With the Dam falling apart there won't really be a lake anymore."
"Or a town," Jake nodded, "The feds continue to refuse us the grant to repair it."
"It'll screw up the ecosystem that's for sure," Blair added.
The sound of tapping on the door caused the three hunters to quickly look behind them. A young woman stood at the door with her hand still held up in the air. Shoulder length dark brown hair and wide brown eyes stood out against her pale skin. She blinked in surprise before a pleasant smile appeared on her face.
"Am I interrupting?" She asked, "I can come back later."
The three hunters got up from the chairs and Jake moved towards the woman. The woman observed the three hunters. The two males were standing close to the female in a slightly protective stance, and the female was looking at her in a polite way. She had a small smile on her face that lit up her eyes. Several of her friends would kill for a smile like that.
"Agents this is my daughter," Jake introduced.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Dean introduced holding out a hand, "I'm Dean."
"Andrea Barr," The woman stated, shaking his hand quickly, "Hi."
"Hi," Dean greeted back.
"They're from the Wildlife Service," Jake informed her, "it's about the lake."
"Oh," Andrea quietly said.
A little boy with long hair walked into the office from behind her and looked up at the three hunters. Blair met his eyes and she was met with brief flashes of images. She blinked and attempted to ground herself by holding onto the sleeve of Sam's jacket. He was smart enough not to bring attention to her. The boy tilted his head slightly.
"Oh, hey there," Dean greeted the kid, gaining the boy's attention, "What's your name?"
The boy looked away and walked towards the main room to take a seat at a table. Andrea followed after him and Jake looked after them with a soft expression on his face. He crossed his arms across his chest before speaking.
"His name is Lucas," Jake informed them.
"Is he okay?" Sam asked as Andrea gave Lucas some crayons to draw with.
"My grandson's been through a lot," Jake stated, "We all have."
"It shows," Blair stated, still a bit shaken up from what just happened.
"Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know," Jake told them as they headed out of his office.
"Thanks, you know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Dean asked with a charming smile.
"Lakefront Motel," Andrea told him, "Go around the corner. It's about two blocks south."
"Two—would you mind showing us?" Dean asked.
Blair and Sam shared a look at that. He was flirting with the Sheriff's daughter. Dean would be lucky if he didn't get shot by the man before they finished with the case. Andrea and Dean talked a little more and Blair caught Lucas's eye again. She was welcomed to more images, this time a bit more clearer. A red bike, a familiar two story yellow house, and something drifting in the lake.
"Blair?" Sam quietly called her name as he gently pushed on her shoulder.
"I'm good," She stated, making sure her accent didn't fall.
They headed out of the station and walked towards the motel. Sam and Blair stayed a little further behind to let Dean make an ass of himself, and so that Sam could ask Blair what was wrong. She was shaken by something. Whatever it was happened whenever she met eyes with Lucas.
"What happened in there?" Sam asked her.
"I don't know exactly," Blair admitted, "But whatever is in the lake is attached to Lucas, I got images when I met his eyes. A red bike, a yellow two story house, and something drifting in the lake."
"Think the kid might be a psychic?" Sam asked her.
"Anything is possible, Sam," She shrugged, "I think she's going to insult Dean."
"He doesn't even know any kids," He pointed out, having kept an ear on the conversation.
"There it is," Andrea stated as they came to a stop outside of the motel, "Like I said, two blocks."
"Thank you," Blair stated with a smile.
"Yes, thanks," Sam nodded.
"Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line," Andrea told Dean before walking off, she did call over her shoulder, "Enjoy your stay!"
"'Kids are the best'?" Sam mimicked as Blair laughed in the background, "You don't even like kids."
"I love kids," Dean defended.
"Name three children that you even know," Sam stated.
"Blair," Dean immediately stated before falling silent as he tried to think of two more.
"I'm twenty-one," Blair defended, still laughing slightly.
Sam held up a hand as she proved his point. He started to the motel, a still chuckling Blair following him. Dean sent the two a look before following after them. He was the one that was going to pay for the room after all.
"Will that be three rooms?" The man behind the counter asked as they walked into the lobby.
"Just one please," Sam smiled pleasantly, "Family trip."
"Your sibling and your partner?" The man commented as he got a key, "here you go, room one sixteen."
Sam accepted the key and they headed out towards the room. Blair was wondering what the man had thought of the three. Which one was sibling and which one was partner. She waited while Sam unlocked the door to the room and Dean grabbed the bags.
Eventually they settled into the room. Sam and Blair were at a table with their laptops open. Blair was quietly sketching what she had seen after meeting Lucas. She scratched at her neck before turning towards the laptop.
"Well, there are several two story yellow houses in the area," She stated, closing her laptop and running a hand through her hair, "I also looked at any lake monster sightings and there was nothing. Whatever is dragging these people down there isn't really leaving anyone to tell the tale."
"There has been a total of nine drownings that have happened in this lake," Sam stated as he found a news article that Blair had yet to find, "One of which was Christopher Barr, the husband of Andrea, and his son was on a floating wooden platform. It was two hours before he was rescued."
"No wonder the kids spooked," Dean stated as he looked up from where he was looking through his clothes, "watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over."
Blair rubbed at her temples as a headache started to form. It was probably something that was catching up with her from earlier. She must've spaced out because the next thing she knew Dean was clapping a hand on her shoulder. She looked back towards him and noticed Sam waiting at the door.
"You sit this one out," Dean told her, "You seem out of it today."
"Okay, I'll send a message if I find anything else," She nodded.
The two Winchester's left the room and she headed to the couch with her laptop. She was trying to find out what could've been the first drowning or even disappearance. She wasn't going to completely rule out monster, but she was starting to suspect that it was spiritual. Within minutes she found an old article about a boy named Peter Sweeney. No one had any idea of what had happened to him. He just disappeared. That just caught her eyes and for some reason she couldn't let it go.
"Huh," She muttered before sending a message to Dean.
It mainly informed him of the missing boy and to maybe check with the boys mother. She looked towards her sketchbook, Peter had a red bicycle just like the one from her nightmare. Would vision be a better name for what she was having? Her text tone went off, after years of it being Fantastic from Doctor Who it was now the Law & Order dun-duns. She picked up her phone and gave a smile at the positive from Dean that he and Sam would check it out after talking to Lucas and the Carlton's again.
She locked her phone and went back to reading the article. Eventually, she fell asleep. That's when her nightmare began. This time, it was graphic.
She was being held under the water by arms stronger than her own until she just stopped struggling. It was like she was aware of what was happening, but unable to stop it or move from the fixed position. She watched as the surface of the lake got further and further away until it was nothing but darkness. Then, others joined her. The others were looking right at her, dull eyes looking into her own.
She jolted awake when something touched her shoulder. She reached for the gun in the back of her pants before relaxing at the sight of Sam. Dean wasn't in the room, but she could hear the sounds of the Impala. Her heart was racing a mile a minute as she closed her laptop.
"What exactly did you see?" Sam quietly asked her.
"They're all at the bottom of that lake," She answered, "All the victims are still down there."
He gave her a look as she got up from the couch and pulled on her jacket and grabbed her bag, after putting her sketchbook and laptop inside it. She stuffed her hands into the pockets and headed out the door. He stayed in the door way of the motel room and looked at her, she was shaken up from whatever she had dreamed. She was in the Impala answering Dean as he asked her questions. She was truthful and didn't hide anything from him as she leaned forward to rest her arms against the rim of the front seats. Sam got into the car after locking up the door to the motel.
"So, Wills dead?" Blair asked as she started to get a grasp on what she was being told by Dean, "He drowned in a sink?"
"Yeah, we also think you might be onto something with Peter Sweeney," Dean nodded, "We were going to talk to his mother when we got the news."
"Why'd you pick me up?" She asked in confusion.
"You might be able to talk to an elderly lady in a nicer tone than us, might also soften the lady up," He responded with a shrug.
"I'm just a polite person, it isn't that hard," She informed him with a sly grin.
He rolled his eyes at that and she looked out of the windshield and at the road. She then looked towards the picture that was in Sam's hands. She paled slightly. A two story yellow house that shared a street with a church, that was definitely the Sweeney house.
"Where did you get that?" She asked Sam.
"From Andrea's kid, Lucas," Sam replied and he turned when he heard rustling behind him.
Blair had out her sketchbook and opened it to one of the newer pages. She held it out to show Sam and his eyebrows furrowed. He then turned to Dean and they shared a look. He looked back at the sketch.
"Did you dream about this?" He asked.
"Yeah, this time it was really broken up into pieces," She nodded as he closed the sketchbook, "After meeting Lucas I was able to get more information with my power nap."
"What'd you find?" Dean asked.
"The victims are all at the bottom of the lake and are dragged down by a first victim," She answered, "I think it's Peter Sweeney."
"You think," Sam muttered as he brought a hand up to his chin and rubbed his chin in thought.
"We'll know more after talking to Mrs. Sweeney," Dean stated in a final tone.
Blair sat back at that and looked out the window. A sudden thought hit her. If the Sheriff had actually dragged the lake like he said he did, then why were the victims still down there? She tapped a finger against her knee as she pondered it a bit more.
They pulled up on a street that held the two story yellow house. It was an older street. Some of the houses looked like they never left the seventies and the church was the same way. It seemed to be the older side of the county. The Impala came to a stop and Blair was the first one out.
"It's still weird seeing it in person," She muttered, "Its like getting confirmation that I'm not crazy but at the same time freaking out that there's something wired in my head to show me things I shouldn't know."
"That made some sense," Sam informed her.
"Parts of it did," Dean added in a joking tone.
Blair gave the two a look at that before heading towards the house. They quickly headed after her. One psychic was easy to deal with, especially when they were on your side, but two? With Lucas seemingly having visions of the same thing Blair was, they were beginning to worry about the kid. Both of them.
Dean attempted to put a polite expression on his face as Blair gently knocked on the white door to the house. A muffled, quiet coming sounded from the other side. The three shared a collective look before turning to the door as it opened.
"Please come in," An elderly woman quietly told them.
"We're sorry to bother you, ma'am," Blair quietly stated as they walked in as the older woman lead them inside, "But does a little boy with a retro red bike live here?"
"Not for a very long time dear," the woman sadly responded, "Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now."
"Can you tell us more?" Sam asked, Blair sent him a look behind the woman's back.
That was his empathy voice. She then stopped when she saw that he was genuine about it. He felt bad for the old woman and she couldn't help but feel bad as well. She lost her child and never knew what happened to him.
"The police never—I never had any idea what happened," The woman replied, "He just disappeared."
"I'm sorry to hear that Mrs. Sweeney," Blair stated, the old woman gave a small sniff at that.
"Losing him—you know, it's...it's worse than dying," Mrs. Sweeney told them.
Dean watched as Blair looked around the room before stopping. There were pictures upon pictures that stood on the wood table in front of a mirror. She silently walked over and knelt down to look at all of them. She took out her phone and sent Sam a look that clearly told him to keep the woman busy.
"Did he disappear from here?" Dean asked, picking up on Blair's look, "I mean, from this house?"
"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up," Mrs. Sweeney responded as Blair took a picture of one of the pictures.
She was tempted to put it in her pocket but thought against it. These pictures were all she had left of her son, it would be a horrible thing to swipe one. Mrs. Sweeney burst into tears and was surprised when the young woman placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. It was actually comforting having someone just give their silent support, she never believed in having someone say that they were sorry for your loss. Sometimes words never did feelings justice.
"Thank you, dear," Mrs. Sweeney stated as she calmed down, "Sometimes just talking about it is enough to cause pain."
"It's understandable," Blair smiled softly, "Its better to get it off your chest."
"Was that all you needed?" Mrs. Sweeney asked them.
"Yes, ma'am," Dean nodded.
They were shown out the door and they headed back to the Impala in a somber manner. Learning about a child's death was never an easy thing. The two males sneaked a peek at how Blair was holding up. She was staring ahead with a thoughtful expression on her face.
"So Peter and Bill Carlton knew each other," She stated as they waited outside the Impala.
"It's all connected to Bill Carlton?" Sam thought out loud, "He might've killed Peter."
"Possibly," She shrugged, "It makes sense why the recent deaths were his children, the lake is draining and any revenge would have to be taken now."
"Making Bill feel like his mother did," Dean commented, "Definitely a reason for a vengeful spirit."
They got into the Impala and Dean started to drive them back to the Carlton house. There was a sense of urgency. If the spirit of Peter was dragging people down then it was a matter of time before Bill was dragged into the lake. It was a quick drive, Dean taking back roads so that he could speed and they pulled up to the house they'd been at earlier that morning. They exited the Impala and headed towards the door of the house.
"Mr. Carlton?" Sam asked as he knocked on the door.
The answer was the roar of an engine. They moved from the porch of the house and towards the dock. Bill Carlton was in a boat moving towards the deeper water. That caused them to start running.
"Mr. Carlton! You need to come back!" Dean yelled at the man, "Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!"
"Seriously! Turn the boat around!" Blair yelled.
"Mr. Carlton!" Sam yelled.
Bill ignored them and kept going. Blair ran a hand through her hair and made a face as the water raised up to flip the boat. The three had to step back as some debris from the boat flew towards the dock. When they looked towards the water there was no sign of Bill. Not even a ripple in the water or bubbles.
"Ah, shite," Blair muttered as she ran a hand down her face.
"Yeah," Sam huffed in agreement.
It was when the sound of a police siren hit their ears did they know they were in trouble. They seemed to sigh in unison before turning to face the sheriff, who was glaring at them with such ferocity that it caused the two men to lightly step in front of Blair. She gently grasped onto the sleeve of Dean and Sam's jackets. They relaxed slightly at that, less confrontational. They needed to be calm when facing the Sheriff.
The three hunters soon found themselves back at the police station. The Sheriff kept shooting them looks and they had yet to react to them. Sam looked back down at the small hand still gripping his sleeve. It was a childish action, but if it was something that kept her calm then he was going to stay quiet about it. It was weird that she went for the sleeve and not his actual hand, usually most people went for the hand when it came to comfort in another person. He sent Dean a look, and got a shrug in response.
Dean was starting to think that Blair liked his brother. Two young adults, both attractive in their own way, spending time together was a recipe for just about anything from an eighties movie. That those mainly turned out to be romances was nothing to be commented upon. It's where he got most of his lessons on pickup lines.
"Sam, Dean," Was what greeted them as they entered the Sheriff's office.
The two hunters who names were called looked over at Andrea. She was holding a paper bag and container and looking at them in surprise. She placed the container and bag on a chair and crossed her arms across her chest.
"I didn't expect to see you here," She informed them.
"So now you're on a first-name basis?" Jake asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I brought you dinner," She motioned towards the chair where the container sat.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time," He informed her as his expression softened.
"I heard about Bill Carlton," She informed him, "Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?"
"Right now we don't know what the truth is," He stated, "But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home."
Lucas let out a whine at that. Blair looked towards him in slight worry. The kid was terrified at something. It gave credence towards the idea that he might be seeing the same things she was. Dean was worried when Lucas ran to him and grabbed onto his arm.
"Lucas, hey, what is it?" He asked, kneeling down to be eye level.
"Lucas," Andrea quietly stated as she put a hand against her sons back.
"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay," Dean informed Lucas, "Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay."
It was the sweetest thing that Blair had seen him do. It also cemented the fact that he was worried. Lucas continued to tug on Deans arm and Blair released her hold on Sam's sleeve to gently touch Lucas's shoulder. He looked up at her and she gave him a small smile as she knelt.
"You'll be okay, luv," She gently told him, her accent slipping slightly, "Go with your mum, okay?"
Lucas slowly released Dean and Andrea pulled him back. She watched as the younger woman stood up straight and gave a sheepish smile before heading back towards the taller man. Andrea gently led Lucas out of the building, her little boy keeping eye contact with Dean the whole time, and decided to head home to put him to sleep.
"You handled that well," Sam quietly informed Blair, who still had a sheepish expression on her face.
She didn't get the chance to respond as Jake turned towards them with a serious expression on his face. He was pissed, but barely keeping it below the surface. That wasn't a good sign for the three.
"Just what happened at the lake?" He asked in a gruff tone.
"Well, Bill Carlton went into the water on a boat and something attacked it," Dean explained, "He went under the water never came back up."
"It actually caused the boat to fly up into the air, a few good meters at that," Blair added.
Jake scoffed at that and started to head towards his office. The three started to follow after him. He was removing his jacket and threw it at his chair. It was a story that sounded impossible, and if Blair hadn't been there she might've had a hard time believing it herself. Also being thrown into the hunter lifestyle helped to further that belief.
"Just so we're clear on this," Jake started, "You three saw something attack Bill's boat sending him into the water, he is a very good swimmer by the way, and you never see him again?"
The three shared a look. That summed it up quite nicely. A bit too nicely. Then again, there were the other cases.
"Yeah, that about sums it up," Dean commented.
"And I'm supposed to believe this?" Jake scoffed, "I've already sonar-swept that entire lake, and what you're describing is impossible."
"Stranger things have happened before," Blair pointed out.
She almost lost her nerve when he glared at her. He was ten times worse than Roy. She could deal with Roy, but Jake was a whole new animal. She fixed a serious expression on her face and stood her ground. She wasn't going to back down in front of this man, she's been through too much to do so.
"And you guys aren't really wildlife service," Jake stated, they must've let their surprise show on their faces, "That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you three."
"See, now, we can explain that," Dean started to speak, but Jake sent him a look.
"Enough, the only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did," Jake informed them as he moved his jacket to sit in his chair, "So, we have a couple of options here, I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance."
Blair started getting nervous at that. She'd never been arrested before, and she'd rather not experience it any time soon. Bridget always said that she was too nice for jail. She never really believed that to be true, but she was hoping that it was.
"Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again," Jake offered.
"Door number two sounds good," Sam quietly stated.
"That's the one I'd pick," Jake slightly sneered.
The three quickly left the office and headed back to the Impala, they needed to make a quick stop at the motel for their bags. It was a quick stop, only a few minutes was waisted by Blair grabbing a drink from a nearby vending machine. She wasn't going to mention the hovering moose behind her, she didn't even know how she worried Sam, but she did. She was staring at her tea in thought as they drove out of town. There was one little detail that she was missing, just one.
She moved her gaze to look out the window. She couldn't help but feel as though the woods were rather threatening at night. She frowned as a slight pain went through her head. She brought a hand up and rubbed at her temples. Was she getting a vision? Or was Voldemort hanging around somewhere and she needed to put a bullet in him? She'd rather face off against Voldemort.
She closed her eyes and leaned forward to sit with her elbows on her knees. She could hide her face with her hands, easily setting her closed bottle of tea on the ground between her feet, as she attempted to ignore the headache forming. She did so and closed her eyes to focus on ignoring the pain. She only opened them when her phone vibrates against her side. She dug her phone out and looked at the screen. She had an email from God again. She looked up at Dean and Sam and noticed they were pretty immersed in their own thoughts.
She stared at the subject with a blank expression. Congratulations, you're technically a prophet of the lord. He better be joking, or she was going to clock him. She didn't care how good of a wingman he was, she was going to hit him.
I can tell you're mad. This was something I did to stop that Witch from being able to hunt you down. Here's some facts you need to know about Prophets.
They can come in many forms, some being able to read my written word or spreading the gospel of my hero's. There is usually one Prophet, but on rare occasions I do choose two. The Prophets that see the future can usually never change it. That's where you differ from the usual Prophets.
You can change what you see, think of it more as a psychic gift. An annoying psychic gift that gives you the chance to see things you usually don't. I might've added the ability to see demons smoky souls, or my angels wings. I haven't created things in a long time, I'm a bit rusty.
You've done a good job at keeping me a secret, so I'll try to give you a bit more free reign in how you see the visions. That's the main reason behind your headache at the moment. The closer you are to someone the more control you'll have over a vision, not the best addition I could've made but one I know you'll end up using. You being close to someone usually stops your mumbling, still don't know why you mumble in the first place.
Me messing with the ability I unlocked in your head, yeah you should've been a psychic way before this happened, might cause somethings you've forgotten to come back to you. I don't know when, as much as I hate admitting that, but eventually you'll remember stuff from a long time ago. I think if you ever get my number that my contact name should be Ultimate Wingman, because no one has called me that before. Don't give Gabriel this idea to call me that, he probably would take to it way too much.
Keep safe.
Blair was going to hit him. A Prophet of the lord? She was supposed to be psychic? What the fuck? She was going to have a mental breakdown from all this information. That he knew some of this meant that he was God of all universes. He sees all, and yet he couldn't stop this Witch from fucking with her life? She stopped at that. That was actually a very Godlike thing for him to do, God kinda ignored everyone.
But still.
It wasn't cool. She'd have rather grown up with her "abilities" than have to figure them out now. It was nice to know that she could change what she saw, that part she was happy about…and the fact that she could tell Demons and Angels apart from normal humans and monsters. That would make things a lot easier for her. She was still angry at everything else, well highly annoyed was more like it. She deleted the email and put her phone into her pocket. She moved her head to look back out the window.
They had stopped at a traffic light. The I-43 was to their left and if they went up that they'd end up at Milwaukee. The light was still red so she decided to lean her arms on the rim of the front seats. Sam looked at her as she looked up towards the light.
He couldn't help but think she needed more sleep. Even with the nap she took she still seemed tired. There were dark circles under her eyes. She looked over at him and gave him a small smile before returning her sight to the traffic light. He felt a warmth in his cheeks from being caught staring at her, that had been embarrassing.
"Have you broken your nose before?" He quietly asked her, looking at the bump on the profile of her nose.
"I was once hit in the face with a frying pan, courtesy of…" she absentmindedly answered before she trailed off with an uncomfortable expression on her face, "Yeah, I've had my nose broken."
He didn't like the way she cut herself off like that. It seemed to be something she hadn't thought about in a long time. She leaned on her arms and he saw her absently rub her nose. She didn't seem like she'd be that self conscious about it. He felt bad for asking. He didn't know how to really apologize. The light turning green caught his attention and he looked towards Dean.
"Green," He stated in a louder voice than what he used to talk to Blair.
"What?" Dean asked.
"The light's green," He reiterated.
Blair smiled as Dean took a right turn. Sam looked at them in confusion. They were supposed to be leaving, not going back.
"The interstate is the other way," He pointed out.
"I know," Dean simply replied.
"The jobs not over," Blair replied, "Judging by the way Lucas was acting, it's pretty far from being over."
"Exactly," Dean nodded, "I won't leave town until I know that the kid is okay.
"That's sweet," Blair stated as she smiled.
"Who are you?" Sam asked in good humor, "And what have you done with my brother?"
"Hey, a lot of girls go for sweet," Blair stated with a grin, "And guys who are good with kids."
"Shut up," Dean told the two.
It was quiet for a few minutes. Both brothers could see the smile on Blair's face, she was amused and proud of Dean. He looked past the beautiful woman that was Lucas's mom and saw the kid. She was welcomed to a searing pain as an image played in her mind. She could see Andrea being pulled under the water of a bathtub. A child standing in the water on the floor around the tub, it was Peter and he was staring at her with a cold expression on his face as he held a hand out to keep her under. The image broke and she knew that time was of the essence.
"You need to hurry," Blair stated, "Andrea is in danger."
That was all it took for Dean to start speeding. The Impala let out a roar as they flew across the asphalt. Blair had to hold onto the front seats to keep from falling down. Sam noticed and pulled her into the front seat, while being careful of Dean. It was a bench seat, so there was room for three.
"Are you sure?" He asked her, as she got a bit more comfortable.
"Aye," She replied, "Peter isn't done yet, I saw him standing beside a bathtub keeping Andrea down under the water."
"Why would he go after Andrea?" He questioned.
"Why go after her husband?" She asked, "I'm trying to figure it out, and I'm betting it had something to do with Jake."
"The crooked cop," Dean muttered as he took a sharp turn.
That turn sent Sam into the door and Blair into Sam. She gave him an apology and moved away from him. He quickly moved away from the door, rubbing his side where he got an unfortunate elbow to the side. She felt really bad about that.
"I'm really sorry," Blair apologized again.
"Accidents happen," Sam grunted, "Don't worry."
Dean came to a sudden stop and the two were almost flung into the dash. He got out of the car in a hurry and rushed towards the house. Blair was distinctly reminded of a firefighter when he got to the door. Sam and Blair got out of the Impala and quickly headed after him. Sam rang the doorbell and the door was immediately opened by a hyperventilating Lucas.
"Dean, Sam, go to the bathroom!" Blair told them, "I'll watch after Lucas."
They didn't need to be told twice as they headed up the stairs. Lucas grabbed onto Blair's hand and tugged on it. She gave him a surprised look but allowed him to lead her up the stairs. She had to be careful as each step caused a splash from the water rolling down the stairs. Dean saw the two and motioned for them to stand back as Sam kicked the door open. Lucas moved from Blair to Dean and held him back.
Sam ran into the bathroom and stuck his arms into the tub and began to attempt pulling Andrea out. He was yelling with effort and each time she got close to the surface she was pulled back under. He continued pulling until she was all the way out of the water. They fell back onto the floor and Andrea began to cough up water.
Everyone relaxed slightly and Lucas ran forward to help his mom as Sam let go of her and walked out of the room to give her some privacy. He sent Dean a look and the three hunters went down stairs. Lucas would get them if anything happened. Blair watched as Sam removed his jacket and found her neck growing warm. He didn't look like he was that strong.
"Sam," She caught his attention, "You just won an arm wrestling match against a ghost."
He gave her a smile at that and Dean grinned. That had lightened the mood considerably. It wasn't his first thought, but it got his brother to lighten up. He was right in thinking that something between the two had shifted, and for the better.
