Sam was working on his laptop as Dean was going through his clothes while I dealt with some bones healing again. I told them it was my chest so I laid back on a bed both my wings spread all the way out as the other one healed itself.

"So there's the three drowning victims this year." Sam told us reading off the computer.

"Any before that?" Dean asked.

"Uh, yeah."

There was a pause as Sam looked through more.

"Six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace."

Dean tossed a piece of clothing onto a bed.

"So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?" I asked wincing as things moved around in my wing.

"This whole lake monster theory, it, it just bugs me." Sam said.

Dean went over reading over his shoulder.

"Why?" He asked.

"Loch Ness, uh, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing. Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it."

Sam was scrolling through something when Dean pointed at something.

"Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?"

"Andrea." I called. "Can't remember her name already casanova?"

"Keep it up over there sweetheart."

"Christopher Barr, the victim in May." Sam said ignoring us both. "Brie's right. Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued."

He scratched his head looking at his screen.

"Maybe we have an eyewitness after all."

"No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over."

"Well, if we want to talk to him, we can go to the park at three." I told them.

"She's right. Andrea said she was taking Lucas to the park." Sam agreed with me.

"Alright." I groaned sitting up. "Then we're going…"

"No. Dean and I are going. You're staying here."

"Whoa, what?" I questioned folding my wings carefully.

"You're staying behind on this one."

"No, I'm not. Sam, you're treating me like I'm a freaking baby. I'm a hunter too. Let me do my job."

"Sabrina, you're hurt. You need to rest."

"It's a park!" I exclaimed.

"Whoa, ok, back to your corners." Dean told us.

I looked away from the both of them.

"Look, Sabrina, why don't you st…" Dean started but I leapt up.

"No way in Heaven am I staying here while you two work! We're partners on this and if you two don't stop treating me like I'm three! I'm going to leave!"

Now I stormed out of the room slamming the door as I did. I was a warrior of Heaven and a perfectly capable hunter. If they both think I'm going to sit there and not do my job, they're dead wrong.

~S~

Sam's POV
Sabrina slammed the door leaving our room.

"You know I'm right." I said to Dean.

"Hey, I'm not choosing sides but you are babying her."

"She's hurt! She just had to take a minute to rest because it hurt that bad. Don't you think she needs to stay put for a moment other than keep going on this damn tough girl routine?"

He looked the way she left then back at me.

"Why are you so persistent about this Sam? We've hunted beaten to hell but Sabrina has a few scratches and you want her to sit down?"

I sighed frustrated as I looked back at my laptop.

"Fine, don't tell me but don't blame me for whatever reason you're doing this for back fires on you."

He turned the TV on waiting for it to be three as I knew perfectly well why I was doing this and I was going to stick to it.

~S~

Sabrina's POV
I wasn't saying sorry about yelling just yet. No way in Heaven. So when we all got in the Impala a little before three I was silent in the backseat looking out the window. Dean filled the awkward silence with music but it was still there.

We got out and saw Andrea on a park bench so we went over.

"Can we join you?" I asked.

She looked up at us before looking back over to Lucas coloring on a bench by himself.

"I'm here with my son."

Dean looked over at Lucas now.

"Oh. Mind if I say hi?"

He went over without an answer.

"Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing is not gonna work on me."

I snickered quietly as Sam sat next to Andrea.

"I don't think that's what this is about."

We watched Dean talking to Lucas and I must admit it was entertaining since he couldn't get an answer out of him. Then I felt bad about that since the poor kid watched his father die. I let out a quiet breath through my nose before I winced flexing my wing quietly. Maybe Sam had been right. I didn't want to admit it though.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident." Andrea said.

I hadn't even realized Sam and her had stood up and started talking. Heaven above. Ok, Sam was right if my hurt wing made me daze out that bad.

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry." Dean said as he came over.

Andrea nodded.

"What are the doctors saying?" I asked.

"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress." She answered.

"That can't be easy. For either of you."

"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It's just…when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw…"

I looked back over at the poor kid as there was a pause. I myself didn't even want to imagine seeing a parent lost at my age let alone a child's age.

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." Dean told her.

I saw Lucas leave the bench and come towards us with a picture. That was curious since he didn't speak.

"You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish—"

He stopped when he came to us.

"Hey sweetie." Andrea said.

Lucas handed Dean the picture.

"Thanks. Thanks, Lucas."

It was picture of a house. Lucas left us again and right after that we said good bye to Andrea. We all got in the car again and went for the motel.

"What did you even say to him Dean?" I asked.

"Just some things."

"So descriptive." I rolled my eyes. I shifted in my seat as my wing hurt before I sighed. "And you were right."

"What?" Dean questioned. "Didn't hear you."

"I wasn't talking to you." I muttered crossing my arms as I looked out the window. "I was talking to sasquatch."

I heard Sam chuckle quietly.

"You were right. I got a pain that made me daze out bad. So I probably should have listened. Happy?"

"You going to listen to me more?" He asked looking through the rearview mirror.

I mumbled a response.

"I didn't hear you." He smirked.

"I will! Ok!" I said louder. "I'll listen to you when you think it's a good idea for me to stay back."

"Good."

I heard Dean snicker at me.

"Shut up casanova."

"Hey Sammy. I think Sabrina she stay in her room for the rest of the case."

"I think she should too."

"Ok fine! I'll stop." I threw up my arms.

They both laughed at me. That's what I get for partnering up with two brothers.