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*Chapter Eight*
Lakes of the Past
The trip to Hinton took around two hours. The whole ride was silent between Abby and I. I knew she was worried about my emotional state. I never really talked about my family.
We cut off on the one lane road that leads down the mountain. For some reason it goes up then back down and is curvy as hell. It leads all the way down to camp grounds by the river. After about ten minutes on the small road my cell started ringing.
"Hello?"
"Are you talking us somewhere to kill us?" Dean asked. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Ha ha very funny. Were almost there. It's about another mile and a half a mile."
"Alright see ya there."
A couple minutes later we pulled into a gravel driveway. It lead up to a two story yellow house. My old house. My parents left it to me when they died. Once Abby and I was old enough we would come out here during the summer, when we didn't have a hunt. We hadn't been back since the accident on the lake two years ago.
Abby and I got out of the car. Both of us stood there starring up at the house. Tears welled up in my eyes. I blinked and they ran down my cheeks, just as Sam and Dean came to stand beside us.
"Chassidy, are you okay?" Dean asked quietly. He had seen my tears. He started rubbing my back in a comforting manner. "We can go some where else if you like."
I put on my fake smile that I was so good at and looked up at him. "I'm fine. Just memories." I looked over at Sam and Abby. They both were staring at me too. "I'm fine you guys. Come on and I'll show you your rooms."
I walked up to the house and put the key in to unlock the door. I opened it and walked in. It was the same as the last time I was here. Pictures of my family were everywhere. There were also some new ones of Abby, Avery and I.
I walked over to a shelf that held a bunch of small 4x6 pictures. I picked up one of the pictures and smiled. It was taken the last time we were here at the house.
"That one of your boyfriends?" Dean asked leaning over my shoulder.
"No. It's not a boyfriend. It's my brother." Dean didn't say anything. I guess he noticed the sadness in my voice. "He was taken the night my parents were killed. Turned out some other hunters found him. Killed the demon. They kept him and raised him. The hunters knew Abby's parents, so when I found out they had Ben I got in contact with him. Abby and I threw a party, that's where this picture was taken."
"Do you still talk to him?"
"No. He's dead. He died two years ago." I placed the picture back and headed up stairs before Dean could pity me. I threw my bag on the floor beside my desk. I heard foot steps on the stairs and went to stand in my doorway.
"Hey." Abby said. "How you holding up?"
"It's hard being back here Ab's, but it's something I needed to do. I need to move on. Being here helps. I think I'm going to be fine."
"Well were going to head to bed. It's been a long day."
She gave me a hug and I watched her walk to her room. I guess she had told the guys where to sleep.
We spent two weeks at the house resting. Most of my cuts were pretty well healed up. We were all sitting around the table when Sam spoke.
"I think I found a hunt near by."
"Cool. Let's check it out." I said. I didn't ask any more questions and neither did anyone else. Sam didn't say any more about it either. We all loaded up in our cars and left the house. Abby and I followed Dean and Sam. I ended up falling a sleep going down the mountain. Abby woke me up when we came to a stop. I looked around to see where we were.
"Abby? What the hell are we doing here?" I was looking at the lake that my brother had drowned in.
