I am so sorry! There's no excuse just no I am incredibly sorry and real life is so stressful.
Really hope there is still people out there.
Wicked

"Mr Carlton?" Sam asked softly. Dean could not help but feel bad for the bastard. He looked like he had given up all hope. Shortly after hearing about the murder of Will Carlton, the brothers had concluded that it was not Nessie for one and for two, it seemed to be targeting Bill Carlton and those around him... Sam had found information that Andrea's husband who had drowned was Bill's godson which meant that as much as Dean would love to leave the man to grieve in peace, they had to ask him a few questions and the quicker they did, the better. There was no way that this lake monster was getting any more victims. Especially with Callie in town.
"We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."
"We're from the, the Department of…"
"I don't care who you're with." The old man sighed deeply. "I've answered enough questions today."
"Your son said he saw something in that lake." Sam was like a Pitbull. "What about you? You ever see anything out there? Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death—we think there might be a connection to you or your family." Sam trudged on seemingly unaware of the man's internal struggle. Dean bit the inside of his lip. It did not feel right hounding a guy who had obviously gone through hell.

"My children are gone. It's...it's worse than dying." He took a deep shuddering breathe. "Go away. Please." Dean grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him away, heading back towards the car.
"What do you think?" Sam asked when they were out of earshot.
"I think that that man has gone through hell and back and isn't coping to well with losing everything." Know that feeling all too well man. "I also don't think he is telling us everything." Sam sighed and leant against the impala.
"So now what?" He asked. Dean was not listening. He was staring at the house in front of them. Something about it was familiar. He pulled out the picture Lucas had drawn him out of his pocket. It was a match for the Carlton house.
"Maybe Bill isn't the only one who knows something."

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After a somewhat awkward conversation with Lucas about scary things and getting a possible next lead, the brothers returned to the car. They had another picture of a house and they both were hoping it would lead to some sort of a clue as to what they were dealing with.
"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean piped up softly.

"There are cases—going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies. Kids react to stuff like that differently from adults." Sam answered. He wasn't kidding. He remembered when they were little and their mother had just died. He himself took to not muttering a word unless his dad barked at him. When they were a little older and Dad went away for long periods, Sam took to reading to hide his disappointment and Dean fell back into silence. Thank God, none of them developed psychic abilities though. That would have just made Dad so freaking proud.

"Whatever is 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 than just a picture of a yellow two storey house, please." Dean shook his head. This kid had obviously gone through hell and he was still suffering? It just wasn't fair.

"See this church? I bet there are only a few like that around here." Sam pointed to the picture. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Oh, College Boy thinks he's so smart." He teased his brother. They fell into a comfortable silence.

"You know, um... What you said about Mom..." Sam said a few minutes later. Dean fought to roll his eyes. He should have known that was going to come up. The kid should have gone psychology instead of law. Always analysing shit. "You never told me that before."

"It's no big deal ok? It happened." I only ever told one person that and I doubt very strongly that she would remember. Oh fuck we're not going to have to hug or anything are we?" he grimaced. Sam reached out and punched his arm. It was as girly as they got…although Dean was sure that Sam wanted a hug. He was saved from saying anything as the approached a white church shaped like the one in Lucas's picture. They pulled up and stepped out, Dean holding up the picture to compare. There was a little yellow house next to the church with a little wooden gate. They shared a look and a deep sigh before crossing the street towards the house.