We drive over to the Devins/Barr house.
"I'm sorry," Andrea says while we're at the front door "but I don't think it's a good idea."
"I just need to talk to him." I reply. "Please, Andrea."
Andrea lets us inside.
"Just for a few minutes." I tell her.
"He won't say anything. What good will it do?" Andrea asks.
"Andrea," Sam tries. "we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there."
"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all."
"If that's what you really believe," Dean starts. "then we'll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son.
Andrea takes us to Lucas' bedroom. Dean and I went inside. Dean crouches down and I sit on my legs. "Hey, Lucas. Remember us?" Dean asks him.
I see that Lucas has drawn to pictures of red bicycles. "You know. I wanted to thank you for that drawing. It was very helpful. But thing is, uh, I need your help again."
"How did you know to draw that?" Dean asks. "Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me."
Lucas continues to draw. "You're scared. It's 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. But see, my mom—I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too."
Lucas drops his crayon and looks up at Dean. He picks up a picture of a church, a yellow house, and a boy with a blue baseball cap and a red bike in front of a wooden fence and hands it to Dean.
"Thanks, Lucas."
We're in the Impala now, Sam holding the church picture Lucas drew. I'm leaning forward in my seat with my arms crossed and resting on the back of the front seat and resting my head on my arms.
"Andrea says the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean says while watching the road.
"There are cases—" Sam starts "going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies. "
"Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow? I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you got a better lead, please. "
I take a look at the picture and a thought came to my mind. "We got another house to find." Lucas knew to draw the Carlton house. So that must mean that this picture of this house must have something to do with this case.. Right?
"The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone. " Dean states.. He may have a point but-
Sam looks at the picture. "See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here." Bingo! Points for Sam. Sam looks to his brother with a look that kinda reads 'ha! I know what to do!'
"Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart." Dean replies to his brother. Sam Chuckles.
I lean back in my seat and stretch my arms over my head. I look out the window and see the trees pass by.
"You know, um.." I hear Sam say. "What you said about mom..." I look over at Sam, who is looking at Dean. "You never told me that before." Dean shrugs.
"It's no big deal." Dean looks over to his younger brother. "Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?" Sam laughs and shakes his head.
I start thinking about my brother, Greg. We were close, we would do a lot of things together. Not just because we were twins and our parents wanted us to, but because we liked a lot of the same things. He would show me his favorite shows, I would tell him about my favorite bands. I really miss him. I hope he's okay.
"Hey, Sabrina?" Dean gets my attention. I snap out of my thoughts and look at him. "Yeah?"
"I was just wondering if you were okay? You seem kinda spaced out."
"Oh. Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about something." Okay, I'm not completely fine..
Dean looks skeptical. "I'm fine, Dean. Really."
"If you say so." Dean looks back to the road.
Sam looks back at me. "Since when did you two worry about the other?"
I smile. "What? We can't be nice to each other? Maybe he just wanted to make sure you guys didn't have to deal with a moody teenager." Sam raises an eyebrow. "Alright. Dean and I decided to be friends and try to be nice to each other."
Sam nods and doesn't say anything else and looks forward. I see Dean look at me through the rear view mirror and I smile again. He looks back at the road and I look back out the window.
