Chapter 19: Lake Monster?
The door to the hotel room burst open,
"Yeah, way to almost blow our cover!" Amber said, "Of course…the dam…that's part of the lake," Amber mimicked Dean.
"And you think you could have done better?" Dean laughed.
"Yes, I do!" Amber stated, crossing her arms and standing tall and straight.
Sam sat his stuff down on the small table in front of the pink and white wallpaper, which resembled shells. The room was rather tiny and dark, containing two small twin sized beds pushed up against the wall opposite the door. A drawing hung on the wall along the door and a mirror. He rolled his eyes.
"Now you know how I feel," Sam laughed at their argument.
"You tell her.." Dean started, "Wait, are you taking sides with her?"
Sam smirked and stepped up beside Amber, putting his arm around her shoulder,
"Yes, Yes I am," Sam looked down at Amber who looked up at him, smiling.
"Thank you, Sam," Amber smiled cheekily at Dean.
"That..." Dean said, pointing at the two of them "is not fair. Sammy, you're supposed to take my side!"
"Not this time," Sam said, walking over to the bed and pulling out his laptop.
"Sam's smart, remember?" Amber smirked, grabbing a different shirt out of her bag and walking towards the bathroom.
Dean smirked and ran over to her, picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder, carrying her towards the bed.
"Dean!" she shrieked, pounding gently on his back and laughing, "Put me down!" she told him between laughter, her hair completely falling out of its bun and almost touching the floor.
"Put you down?"
"Yes!" she shrieked, grasping her hair so it was not flying in every direction.
"Okay," she felt Dean shrug his strong shoulders beneath her pink halter top.
He gently tossed her over his shoulder and she landed on her back on the bed. Amber rolled onto her back to sit up when Dean climbed on top of the bed, causing Sam to groan in disgust from across the room at the table in the corner. Amber allowed him to climb on top of her, his hands on either side of her. He crawled on top of her, stopping when his face was a mere two inches from hers. She looked into his eyes, down at his pink lips then back up into his eyes, grinning slightly. He leaned in and kissed her. Amber leaned back, placing a hand on the bed to keep her from falling over,
"Could you guys seriously not do that in front of me!" Sam groaned again, typing something on his laptop, "I found something," Sam stated seriously, the typing stopping.
"Always has to ruin the fun," Amber muttered sarcastically.
Dean climbed off of her, grasping her hand and pulling her onto her feet. They both walked over to where Sam sat,
"So there are the three drowning victims this year…" Sam said, staring at the bright screen in front of him with scans of a newspaper.
"And before that?" Dean asked.
"Before that? Six more," Sam stated, looking back and up at his brother, "spread out over the past 35 years."
"If there is something out there, it's been picking up it's pace," Amber scanned the newspaper article on the screen before her, her face glowing from the screen.
"So, we got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean asked, leaning against the back of Sam's chair, also scanning the article.
"About that," Sam began, clicking on a link, opening a word document, "that whole lake monster theory is bugging me."
"Why?" Dean asked, still scanning.
"The loch ness monsters, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of sightings, but this…practically nothing."
"Wait, Barr," Dean pointed at a name on the computer, "Christopher Barr, why does that name sound familiar?"
"Andrea," Amber stated, "I believe that was her last name."
Sam clicked on the name.
"Christopher Barr, the victim in May," Sam began, waiting until the link opened.
The page opened, revealing a picture of a young boy with long her wrapped in a towel standing in front of a few police officers. The boy they had met earlier at the police station.
"Oh my God!" Amber put a hand over her mouth, "That's Lucas."
"Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband," Sam read, "And Lucas' father."
Dean stood straight, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Apparently he took Lucas out swimming and Lucas was on a floating platform in the middle of the lake when Christopher was pulled under," Sam read, "he was out there for two hours before the kid got rescued."
Dean stiffened when he heard about Lucas. He sighed sadly. Amber looked over at him, her eyebrows furrowing at his concerned face,
"Dean?" she whispered, touching his shoulder gently, her face concerned.
"Maybe we have an eye witness after all," Sam said, scratching the back of his head.
"No wonder he was so freaked out. Watching your parents die isn't something you just get over," Dean looked at the floor for a moment, memories eating his insides.
Amber gently touched his back for a moment before touching his cheek and turning his face towards her,
"Hey," she whispered, kissing his lips gently.
Even the kiss didn't make him smirk.
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Amber stood in the shower, at first humming lightly to herself, but then the humming gradually turned into a strong voice.
L'Amour est un oiseau rebelle
Que nul ne peut apprivoiser
Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle,
S'il lui convient de refuser.
Rien n'y fait, menace ou prière,
L'un parle bien, l'autre se tait;
Et c'est l'autre que je préfère
Il n'a rien dit; mais il me tient.
As she stood in the shower, she did not hear Dean or Sam enter the hotel room, but they could hear her singing loud and clear. Her voice was strong and she was easily able to hit high c. Dean and Sam sat out in the room, Dean laying across the bed, Sam at his laptop. When Amber hit a high note, Dean sat up,
"Jesus, what the hell is that?" he cursed, shaking his head.
"I guess you've never heard of opera?" Sam smirked.
"Hey, I've heard of it, but I've never once heard anyone go that high," Dean remarked.
"Um, you've never heard it because if you have, you would know that a lot of singers can hit those notes," Sam smirked as she hit another high note, the words bouncing off the shower walls.
L'Amour est un oiseau rebelle
L'Amour Que nul ne peut apprivoiser
L'Amour Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle L'Amour
S'il lui convient de refuser L'Amour
L'Amour est enfant de Bohême,
Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi,
Si tu ne m'aime pas, je t'aime,
Si je t'aime, prend garde à toi!
Si tu ne m'aime pas si tu ne m'aimes pas je t'aime
Mais si je t'aime si je t'aime prends garde à toi!
Amber held the last note as long as she possibly could, which happened to be a good thirty seconds.
"Bite me," Dean grinned, shooting Sam the middle finger jokingly.
They heard the water stop running and within five minutes Amber was opening the door to the bathroom. She stepped out dressed in a pair of tight jeans and the same pink halter-top, only this time she was not wearing a jacket over it. Her red air looked brown when it was wet, curling slightly as it dried. She shrieked, not expecting them to be back from visiting Andrea and her son.
"When did you guys get back?" she asked, turning bright red, knowing they could have heard her singing.
"A few minutes ago," Sam smiled at her reaction.
"What the hell was that?" Dean instantly asked, knowing that, even though he had made fun of it, she sounded fantastic.
Amber buried her face in her hands, shaking her head, embarrassed.
"I'm so embarrassed!" she stated, "It's…uh…opera…"
"I know what it is," Dean laughed, "but where did that come from?"
"Oh, I took opera lessons for 10 years," Amber laughed.
"Sounds good," Dean responded.
Amber let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank God, I thought I was getting rusty," she laughed.
"If that is what you call rusty," Dean began, "I would have like to hear you when you he joked.
She smiled.
"So what did you find out?" she asked.
Dean pulled out a drawing that looked as if a child had drawn it. It was a drawing of a house, a green house.
"Who drew that?" she asked.
"Lucas," Dean responded, as Amber stepped closer, sitting on the edge of the bed with Dean.
"Isn't that…?" she asked, realizing it was the Carlton house.
The opera song used at the end of this chapter was "Habanera". It was Charlotte Church's version. I was going to have her just sing regular pop songs like, I don't know, Christina Aguilera or something, but I sing opera, so I though it would be interesting to incorporate that into the character.
