I'll be changing some of the things around in the following chapters. I know Will drowns in the sink later in the evening, but I am going to make it happen earlier in the afternoon.

The song used towards the end of this chapter is "Is This Real?" by Lisa Hall.

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Chapter 20: A Drawing and A Vision

"Isn't that…?" she began.

"Yeah, Bill Carlton's place," Dean finished.

"What are we going to do?" she asked.

"There's nothing we really can do," Sam stated, leaning forward in the mahogany chair at the table, "we don't even know what it really means except that that is where his father drowned and the girl drowned."

"But maybe he would at least know what was out there," Amber spoke up as Dean folded the paper in four after looking it over once more.

It crinkled as he shoved it back into his jacket pocket.

"You could at least ask him if there was anything he saw," Amber said.

"He doesn't speak, remember?" Dean huffed in frustration, "a witness that doesn't speak….just great."

"Maybe he could draw you another picture…"Amber began.

"That's the thing, I didn't ask him to draw the first picture," Dean said, staring at the floor, "I just…talked….to him. Tried to make him realize that he is not alone…"

Amber felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly. As she sat there, listening to Dean, she realized that they all had something in common. The loss of a parent.

"But he drew that for you," Amber realized, "that has to mean something."

"Like what?" Dean sighed.

"That maybe he trusts you and feels safe around you," amber stated, "What did you say to him?"

"I just drew a picture for him," Dean said, shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't know what to tell you, but maybe because you've tried harder than both of us to talk to him, he trusts you," Amber shrugged, running out of reasons Lucas, the little red-haired boy, could have drawn Dean the picture.

"Well, it's getting late, so we'll head over to Andrea's first thing in the morning to speak with Lucas, see if he will tell us anything that could help us," Sam stated, "but right now I'm going to go get some food at the nearest food store," Sam stood up, stretching.

"How you getting' there?" Dean asked from his spot beside Amber on the bed.

"The car," he said in a "duh" kind of way.

"Whose? Not mine," Dean said.

"Oh, come on," Sam whined.

"Dean!" Amber elbowed Dean.

"Ow!" he grunted, "Fine, fine, but don't crash it into a house this time!" Dean pointed at Sam before shoving his hand into his jacket pocket, finding the keys.

Dean pulled the car keys out of his pocket and tossed them to Sam.

"Wait, you crashed his car?" Amber looked up at Sam, shocked, but smiling, "his beloved car!" Amber said sarcastically, touching her hand to her chest over her heart.

"Yes, my car!" Dean pretended to be angry.

"Hey! We had to get rid of the white woman somehow!" Sam said, "and I didn't even scratch it!"

"Yeah, yeah, go buy the food," Dean shook his head.

"Sure, I'll see you guys later," Sam said, turning and heading towards the door.

"How much later?" Dean asked, looking over at Amber and grinning from ear to ear.

Amber looked over at him and saw the face he was making, as did Sam as he turned around.

"That's just wrong!" Amber laughed.

"Dean, that's just gross!" Sam said, "I'm leaving!"

He said, opening the door then closing it loudly behind him.

After Dean was sure Sam was gone, he turned to Amber,

"So…?" Dean grinned, kissing her, "What do you want to do while Sammy's gone?"

Twisted this feeling

Walk out of shape

So tired in revealing the moves that I make

And I know, yes I know

But is this real?

And I know, yes I know

But is this real?

Amber kissed him in return, climbing on top of him, strattling him. Dean grinned, leaning back a little on the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows, grinning as they kissed. Amber leaned in close, their face an inch apart,

"I believe this is perfect," she smiled, leaning down and kissing him on the lips.

Feeling inconstant would drive me insane

Flesh to blood to bone to love

Twisted the way I like
And I know, Yes I know

But is this real?

And I know, yes I know

But is this real?

Dean leaned all the way back, pulling her on top of him. She laughed lightly as he grasped her roughly, pulling her on top of him. She put a hand on either side of his head and pushed herself upright, kissing him on the lips once again then she began moving down. She kissed his cheekbone then his neck then gently nipped at his neck, causing him to groan in pleasure and arch his back under her. She grinned, moving down to his collarbone then back to his neck. He made a growling sound beneath her then quickly grabbed her, flipping her onto her back and moving on top of her. She grinned up at him

Is this real?

Twisted this feeling.

Flesh. Blood. Bone. Love

Twisted this feeling

And I know, yes I know

But is this real?

And I know, yes I know

It was his turn to make her groan, kissing her neck, running his one hand down her arm. Dean smirked, moving down to her stomach, lifting her shirt, gently running his fingers along her abdomen, giving her goose bumps. She groaned, then Dean grabbed her waist and lifted her onto his lap, their lips crashing into one another's. The kissed until they were out of breath.

But is this real?

Flesh to bone to blood to love

Twisted the way I like

Is this real?

Pulling apart, they kissed each other quickly on the lips before exploring each other's bodies. As she began to kiss his neck, she instantly pulled away, grasping her head in pain. Quickly she flung her legs over the side of the bed, keeling over.

"Fuck," she gasped.

Dean at first did not know what to do. He was surprised by her outburst, but when he saw that she was in pain, he practically jumped out of the hard hotel room bed and knelt in front of her, reaching to touch her knee, hesitating at first before actually resting his right hand on her knee.

"Amber?" Dean leaned to the right, looking up at her face, "Amber!" he panicked, not knowing what was wrong.

"My head," she kept repeating, her voice full of pain.

"Wha…what's wrong with your head…migrane…what?" Dean felt panicked, "What should I do?"

At that very moment, Sam pushed open the door to the hotel room.

"Guess what I saw?" Sam said, closing the door in frustration.

He turned and saw a panicked Dean kneeling next to Amber, who was holding her head in pain.

"What happened?" Sam asked, practically dropping the plastic bag on the bed closest to him.

"I don't know!" Dean practically shouted, throwing his hands up, "We were…uh…then she just pulled away and now…" he used his hands to motion to Amber.

Sam knelt beside Amber and touched her knee,

"Amber, what's wrong?"

She did not respond, only continued breathing heavy. After a few moments, she sat up, releasing her head, but still breathing heavily. Things were out of focus for a few moments and her nose had actually begun to bleed from the pressure.

"Jesus, get me a tissue," Dean turned to Sam.

Sam nodded and quickly got up, running into the bathroom and grabbing some tissues out of the tissue box beside the marble sink. When Sam came back, he handed the tissues to Dean, who had moved to sit beside Amber on the bed. He handed her the tissues and she dabbed at her bloody nose. Dean rubbed her back gently,

"What just happened?" he asked.

She rubbed her forehead slowly, exhaling, her breath shaky. At first she did not respond, she only inhaled and exhaled.

"Amber?" Sam asked, touching her knee as Dean moved strands of her waist-length hair out of her face.

"Will Carlton is dead," Amber stated, looking up at Sam then to Dean.

"How did you know?" Sam asked.

"How do you know…wait, what?" Dean began, but then when he heard Sam's statement and turned to Sam.