Hannibal gave a little yip from behind as he followed close behind his master ever so. The group had made it to the park after a few moments of research where done. Their eyes scanned the park in search for Lucas. After a moment of looking, Tiny nudged Sam's side as he looked down at her. "He's over there." She said motioning forwards to the young boy who remained drawing and the mother who looked at him from the bench.

"Can we join you?" Sam questioned as the group approached Andrea. Her head turned to look at them. A smile still remained on her face as it always seemed to, however it was noted how her uneasiness was slightly there, consuming a firm hold on her. "I'm here with my son." She responded back. Dean and Tiny, knowing a bit of what they were going to do looked over to see Lucas. His form all alone in the playground as he was on his knees, drawing upon the platform raised high. "Oh. Mind if we said hi?" Dean asked as he turned his head away from the child to the mother again. Dean had softly grabbed Tiny's arm in turn, leaving both of them to go forwards to talk to the boy.

Andrea kept a smile on though it held no value of joy as one would see. "Tell your friend this whole 'Jerry Maguire' thing's not gonna work on me." She told Sam who had seated himself besides her. "I don't think that's what this is about." Sam stated. Andrea looked at him for a moment, then turned her head to face Dean and Tiny approach her son.

Hannibal rested silently to the side, his body laid upon the ground where Sam stood and his little body straightened, tense. He made no sound as his head swiveled to the side back and forth as he observed the surroundings of his master. He was rather hesitant after all to encounter another child quite promptly after what happened, though he did seem to get carried away earlier.

Tiny examined him, the young boy drawing with crayons on the little bench raise with green toy soldiers to his side. Tiny smiled as she saw those little toy soldiers. "Hello sweetie." Tiny stated ever so sweetly as she encountered the young boy. "How's it going?" Dean added in turn to his own response.

He didn't look up.

Softly Tiny had gotten upon her knees in the grass, and though she wasn't comfortable in the position often, she made do with it. Dean did the same as well besides her as a chuckle came from deep in his throat. It had then turned silent. Softly the smile returned on the female's face. "I remember playing with toy soldiers when I was you're age. " She stated with a dazed off expression, picking one up. Dean in turn glanced at her as he then stated his own line, a grin on his face for a moment. "Oh I used to love these things too." Dean added his own touch as he picked up one of the little green men.

He then recreated the sounds of gun fires and explosions to his best ability as a few death notes came around as the poor little green soldier followed as he fell down to his death. A smile curved on Tiny's lips gingerly. "Do you like drawing? You draw rather lovely." Tiny stated with a soft, gently tone in her voice as she asked, softly hesitant.

"That's cool. Chicks dig artists." dean commented to the young boy who still had not given a single reaction. Both of them looked at the drawing he had already done, as Dean took the honor of ever so flipping through the pages to show the first consisting of a wheel as the red bicycle beneath that one. Tiny ever so gently grabbed the pile from Dean's hands. "Hey these are pretty good. You mind if we sit and draw with you for a while?" Dean asked him. "I'm not so bad myself." He added as he grabbed a blue crayon.

Dean had got up again, his back still remaining in an ark, only to sit down on the end of the bench where he lifted up blank pages of colored papers. He looked up again to see Tiny, a little sketch book in her hands as she softly took out a pencil from her bag. "Drawing always helps us put a thought bugging us to rest. And it says more than actually talking to people sometimes, but people don't always understand that." Tiny began gingerly as her pencil scrapped over the page. A smile fell on her lips as she looked at the young boy. "Sometimes talking can't always say everything. We don't expect someone to be listening because we know that someone we want to listen just doesn't want to hear it."

Dean looked up from his sketching on his green paper and blue crayon to see her having a distinct look as she softly paused from her drawing. His eyes ever glanced to Lucas who himself had paused for a moment. Soft hands pressed upon his knee gently as she gave him a sweet look, her eyes flashing to Lucas and back. "You know, I'm thinking you can hear her." Dean began to say ever so. "You just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your Dad, but I know it was something real bad." Dean continued.

Tiny left her hand to softly glide off his knee. "I know just how you feel, in every aspect actually. I saw things I've never imaged to see, at least not so early." she managed between the silence. "That no one deserves ever." Those forest eyes looked at her with wonder, and tenderness as her smooth voice came out so motherly and encouraging to the boy as she could. "I think I know how you feel too... When I was your age, I saw something." The male stated in turn to his own aspect. His eyes filled with the tone of remembering. "Anyway... Well maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you or, uh... Or believe you. I want you to know that I will, that she will, that the both of us will listen. You don't even have to say anything. Just draw us a picture about what you saw that day with your dad on the lake." Dean told him.

It still remained silent. "Okay, no problem. This is for you." Dean stated as he leaned over with the parchment in his hands to show him. "This is my family." He began as he pointed them out. "That's my Dad, that's my mom. That's my geek brother and that's me." Dean told him as he pointed out to each one. Dean then turned to Tiny who had placed her pencil away. "And this is...my little family." Dean saw the slight hesitation in her voice as she lifted them up.

Dean's eyes looked at the image before him and Lucas. Though Lucas refused to look upwards, Dean in turn analyzed the lovely drawing. It was simply of three people. As he looked at them he recognized the two males that towered over her to be her brothers. The main difference was how defined they where, their muscles where larger, more pronounced as where their jaws so strong, and their eyes so fierce. Grins where sharp over their faces as each of them wore simple, strong attire, of jeans leather jackets, and cowboy hats. Their arms where draped over the young girl's shoulders who held a face that was hidden by hair, as she wore simple jeans and t-shirts. The lines over her where like it where debating her size, as if the size itself was desired or factual.

"Those are my brothers... And this is me." she stated ever so silently. Dean's eyes casted over her as they narrowed ever so as they glazed over the young woman. "This is my family."

It felt so empty, yet so isolated and cold. The winter air could not ever dare to penetrate the containment of freeze that laced over. Dean had looked at her, his expression ever changed with those creased brows and a look that came deep from his eyes. "It's not much of one, but it's mine. And as little as we are we have each other. Here. Keep it." She stated ever so softly, a warm smile still on her face as she placed the paper down. Dean had in turn grabbed it placing it with his own. "All right, so I'm a sucky artist. We'll see you around, Lucas." Dean stated as he had placed the papers down from where he previously sat.

"Bye." Tiny chimed in as she smiled sweetly and got up with the assistance of Dean as his hand was outstretched, pulling her up. In turn the pair had begun to walk away. "Even if you don't know a single child, you're wonderful with them." Tiny stated with a sweet smile on her face. He couldn't help but give a lovely smile to her. "Why thank you, you were good too..." he stated as he trailed off. Tiny smiled at him still, a grin as she directed it at him and then held onto his arm, immediately after she let go. "Aw, well Dean. I'm rather horrible with kids. I just get all nervous and I just say adult things to them. I keep on forgetting that it's a little different. If anyone got through to him it's you." Dean snorted lightly. "I don't think so." Tiny shook her head lightly. "Has it always been just you and you're brothers?" Dean asked her on their journey back. His eyes looked at the young female besides him.

"Story for a different time."

"You always say that about you're past."

"Then when this case is over I'll tell you all you want to hear, or at least most of what I feel comfortable sharing."

"Why not now?"

"Because we need to focus on other important matters. Personally I think we hit a nerve. Obviously Lucas is afraid but now, when we spoke to him he was actually listening, he slowed his drawing pace, he attempted to listen yet remain unnoticed." Tiny stated to Dean as they were reaching them. Her voice just a loud whisper as they came ever so close as they had managed with their quick answers through the short distance. Dean creased his brows. "So you think it worked."

"Let's hope so."

There was one thing they didn't notice, and possible would have if they had decided to look back for one moment at Lucas who was on his knees by the bench. His head had turned up, turning to look at the drawings that the pair had given him. His eyes softly trained on it and then turned to look at them again from the side, and looked down below. No daddy, no mommy, just brother and brother.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me." Andrea told Sam as he stood before the mother who had her arms crossed. "Not since his dad's accident." She managed, her head turned towards the two people that proceeded to come towards them, Tiny and Dean standing by one anther, carefully. "Yeah, we heard. Sorry." Dean stated in turn. "What are the doctors saying." Sam asked the mother who turned her attention to the ground for a moment. "That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress." she stated with a sigh at the end.

"That can't be easy for either of you." Sam stated in turn. "We moved in with my Dad, he helps out a lot. It's just... When I think about what Lucas went though, what he saw..." Andrea stated as her words ever so gradually trailed off. Dean in turn swallowed thickly, his eyes glancing towards Tiny who clearly noticed this. "Kids are strong, you'll be surprised with what they can deal with." Dean managed ever so. His head bobbed in his nod, eyes trailing over Andrea as his hands where then stuffed in his pockets. "You know, he used to have such a life." Andrea began to say again.

"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." Her face had turned to a smile to a frown almost, looking towards the playground where her son was at. Her head turned back as Tiny noticed Lucas coming around again and with a small smile she provided towards the child he neared.

"I just wish - hey, sweetie." Andrea said to her son. His head lowered ever so to look at him. Lucas' eyes remained on the ground as he did so, he lifted his hand to present a drawing. Tiny nodded back in turn and glanced at Dean in who was given the drawing. He looked down himself, hands grabbing the image in turn. Andrea has looked at him too, almost shock reading in her features. There Dean grabbed it and his eyes looked towards the drawing, softly sliding it to show the other female what was on it.

"Thanks...thanks Lucas." Dean stated in turn as he looked at it. Tiny tilted her head as she saw it. In turn her eyes laced towards Lucas who glanced at her. His face remained ever so grim but still she provided him a small smile he couldn't help but return, not that she knew out of curtsy or just because.

Everything was then silent at that point, where there was just the sound of children and eyes wondering among each other in wonder.

Dean smiled softly at Tiny, hoping that maybe instead of that other approach he might get some information out of the lonely girl. Tiny gave a soft little smile in turn. "After the case Dean." she managed again only for a slight pout to cross his face. "Tiny, come on, can't be that hard can it?" He asked again. Tiny shook her head, typing down a few things here and there as she addressed different articles for their case. Eyes narrowed as she attempted to explain the result of her emotions when she was near that lake.

"We can exchange stories later. You can grab a beer, I grab a sprite or something, and we just hand out all day sharing our feelings like little teenage girls all you want, but right now I'm concerned with other things besides a sappy story right now." she stated. Despite the fact that her voice was naturally soft, little whisper, and a sweet coo, Dean could tell she was enjoying herself as her voice took a louder tone, a nice even thick voice that was chocolate coated, like a sweet opera bell. He laughed himself at that. "Aw, well then, We'll get some nice pink polish and do each others nails and some curls here and there, and we'll dress up the dog just to make it perfect. Oh- and lets make that beer into wine and be frisky about it." Dean stated as he did a high pitched voice trying to sound gay as he leaned over to see her reaction for her was going, only to have her come out in a fit of laughter.

"My god that would be perfect." She stated with a smile, nudging him. He laughed himself at that. Especially when they saw Hannibal lift his head up as he growled lightly as he heard them in protest from his laying position, having his butt towards them. "Come on boy, you'll look nice in a little tutu."

"So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie."

Their laughter died down, as Sam walked in giving them a questioning look. "What do you mean?" Dean stated as his eyes turned to his brother instead of the female's. "I just drove past the Carlton's house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead." at that Tiny blinked looking up. "Dead?"

"He drowned?" Dean asked after her. "Yep, in a sink." Sam added in turn. Tiny scrunched up her face as Dean creased his brows, shaking his head. "What the hell? You two where right, so this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else." Sam shook his head. "Yeah, but what?" Sam asked. "I don't know. A water wraith maybe?" Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water…"

"...water that just so happens to come from the same source." Dean stated with a moment in between. "The lake - which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months. Whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it's running out of time." Sam added. "And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone almost anywhere. This is gonna happen again soon." Dean stated as he got up, switching to the other chair as he buckled up his boots. "And we do know one other thing for sure, this has go something to do with Bill Carlton." Sam added. "Yeah, it took both his kids." Dean added as he looked up from what he was doing for a moment. "And I've been asking around, Lucas' dad, Chris - Bill Carlton's godson." Sam stated. Dean looked up in turn . "Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit." and with that he got up.

Tiny shook her head for a moment. Pausing as she got up and grabbed her things with Hannibal trailing behind. "Dean, Sam…" she began to say as they walked out towards the car. "Yes?" Dean asked. "I don't think it's just Bill Carlton. This chosen group seemed rather specific and to this town here though small it would seems still in a way a little odd. Usually I would agree if it where by any other means but it could only be mentioned that this is moving both families maybe. And if that is the case, then my assumption would be none of what you guys listed, but a ghost."

At that both of them looked at her for a moment. "A ghost?" She nodded. "Not really, I mean taking in to thought your terms are different but this has to do with the water, preferably drowning. Not to mention it's not attacking him directly but his children so I'm assuming a small child worried for his mother. In doing so to get to him in such a state it's taking all that is precious to him and is now crushing it." she mildly explained.

"I got a really weird feeling at that lake, you know how they said the body couldn't be found, I don't think they found that kid's body either. It may sound a little weird but I got a good feeling that that's what we're looking at." She mustered. Dean and Sam both shared looks with one another as the pieces where forming in their minds. The problematical pieces to connect all of this was the concrete details required to get this but it seemed rather possible. Likely as it was. Dean narrowed his eyes at her further as he looked at her. She was rather deep in her assumption as it was, and maybe like the other case she would have been correct with what she had presented and deep down he was hoping she wasn't. If it did it would have brought a plenty amount of questions to stack upon a pile of files filing his mind already not to mention his own concerns.

"It makes sense. But Tiny, we still need to see Bill Carlton. If it is a ghost we just have to collect the information on who this ghost is." Sam inquired as he was ready to get out the door. Tiny hesitated, looking down at Hannibal as his body in his offensive nature looked up to her and with direction she nodded firmly towards him, twiddling her fingers.

"Well, we can always do some research later can't we? Now it's simply the time to give proof to our initiative."

Author's Note

Well here is the next chapter. I'm lagging behind again and I really shouldn't considering how much this story is far from the present of the show's continuity. I appreciate those who still read my story thus far and it means a lot. As I am attempting to put on my profile is a link to my new tumblr account where I will be posting some images for this story. Most of them are going to resolve around what occurs here. Some not so much. As those are aware there is also the cover page but if not it will be on my posts there. I will also be posting a new drawing depiction a scene from that episode of current. Drawing on a tablet is frustrating. Coloring is vial. So I hope you can at least get and Idea from that.

Links really don't like me so here is my Tumblr username thingy: Wisp-in-the-Willows

Thank You for Reading! :3

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P.S: If you haven't noticed yet Tiny can be rather awkward and strange. I have no excuse for that reason honestly. Maybe I do...no I shall not drive down that lonely path. Shame on me! :c