"Mr. Carlton."

The day was cool, as it remained a deep ribbon of gray that left almost sadness to the heart, something Dena noted as the jokes and the laughter died down from her, fading away into the girl he saw earlier. They had all but walked out the Impala and walked towards the dock that stretched out towards the water. Mr. Carlton sat there, silently on the water looking out with misty eyes. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind." Sam spoke, with his hands in his pockets. "We're from the uh, department-"

"I don't care who you're with."

Mr. Carlton began to say, his eyes glanced at them only for a moment as that same look crossed his face, staring across to the lake's reflection. "I've answered enough questions today." he stated with a weak voice. With a pause, Sam then began to speak again as air came into his lungs again. "Your son said he saw something in the lake." He began to say softly. "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."

"My children are gone." He stated with a croak in his voice as the sadness seeped through ever word as the tears seemed to sweep through his voice. His eyes almost watered at the very thought of his children again. "it's..." he couldn't help but try to hold himself up again. "It's worse than dying." he stated with his watering eyes as he looked up towards them. His sad eyes looked at them for only a moment as they then turned towards the black waters again as the tears nearly fell.

"Go away...please."

Tiny softly clenched her hands, the sadness of a reality struck her, thinking a man so sad for his children could have done something so bad that their reality was crushed, but at the end she knew better. As the brother's exchanged a look, they turned to her own orbs as they had then walked away.

"What do you think?" Sam asked as they where right besides the Impala. "I think the poor guys been though hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Dean added as he walked to his side of the car. "So now what?" Tiny added as she leaned on Baby patting her lightly as Hannibal's little head struck her stomach from the open window, nuzzling her gut as she tried to push him away as he jumped to Sam's seat.

At that, Dean's eyes locked on towards something, with her own eyes traveling over towards the same location to hold in her breath for a moment as she nodded slightly. "What is it?" Sam asked as he saw both of them looking at it. "Huh, maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something." Dean stated as they looked at the red house that little Lucas' drew for them before they left. Defining it alone, Dean took out the drawing itself from his jacket again and looked at both of them, seeing the resemblance.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea."

"I just need to talk to him, just for a few minutes."

"He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?"

Dean was attempting to convince Andrea to let them talk with Lucas only for her to put her hands on her hips and shake her head. "Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there." Sam began to say to her. "My husband, the others-they just drowned. That's all." Andrea reasoned. "If that's what you really believe, then we'll go, but if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son." Dean stated.

With a moment of thought, she looked at them and hesitated for a moment. Then she gave a nod to him, "Alright, but just for a little while." And with that, all of them climbed up the steps towards Lucas' room. Tiny's body had stubbornly stayed to the side this time. Her form close towards Sam as both of them looked towards the elder Winchester as he edged closer. Dean looked at him, and then towards Tiny as he then took a careful step forwards. Tiny's only form of communication was a simple shake of her head, ushering him forwards as he form was nervously stepping side to side besides Sam and the mother. "Hey Lucas." Dean began as he crouched down towards him. "You remember me?"

Lucas sat before him with a large amount of toy soldiers around him, with his crayons and colored papers before him as he silently began to draw upon them. It was silent for a moment as he drew. Dean however looked towards the drawings that had been made, seeing the red bike on each one of them so far. "You know, I, uh..." he began to say as his large eyes looked towards the boy as he softly edged closer. "I wanted to thank you for the last drawing... But the thing is I need your help again." Dean stated.

At that Dean softly creased his brows for a moment, seeing what he was drawing, and after some thought through the silence, he grabbed the image out from his coat again, gradually unfolding it. "How did you know to draw this?" he asked softly as he placed it down on the ground with the rest of his papers. "Did you know something bad was gonna happen?" he asked again as he continued to draw. "Maybe you could nod yes or no for me." Dean added lightly.. At that, his eyes cased towards Lucas again, looking at him, analyzing him as realization almost crossed his mind as he spoke it.

"Your scared... it's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't like talking, just like you, but, see, my mom-I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that everyday." With that Dean looked at him solemnly. " And I do my best to be Brave, and maybe your dad wants you to be brave too."

Lucas stopped drawing, his crayon stuck drawing a sun as he left it there, and with that his head lifted up to look at Dean. His little hands held up the drawing for the other male to see it. Andrea was shocked to see her son even react, Sam already touched by his brother's words. Tiny's eyes softly narrowed in a curious manner. Her soft eyes looking at the Winchester crouched besides the young child and a soft smile fluttered to her lips as a softness came over her. She closed her eyes for a second as her body slightly tensed up with that smile as it faded with soft hazel eyes.

"Thanks Lucas."

The picture of the little church, with the red bike and the house remained in front resting on the divide as Dean glanced at if for a moment to then look up. Once more he was stuck driving the beautiful Impala, Sam sitting besides him as Tiny looked out towards the side ever so.

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean stated, his eyes glancing at the image again. His eyes then trained upon the road once more. "There are cases going through a traumatic experience could make certain people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." Sam explained as he looked at Dean who nodded gradually ever so as he spoke. "What if Lucas is tapping into it somehow? It's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you got a better lead please." Sam raised his hands up in defeat for a moment with a huff. "All right. WE got another house to find." he added as he grabbed the image in his hands. "There's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this country alone." Dean stated.

Tiny looked over Sam's shoulders as her eyes drifted towards them lightly. "How about that church besides it." she softly stated as her arms breached over Sam's shoulder as she pointed at it. Sam nodded in turn as the corner of his lip raised a bit. "Bet there's less than a thousand of those around here." He added with a smile as he looked towards Dean.

Dean shook his head ever so as he looked towards the road. "Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart." At that Sam laughed lightly, a chuckle escaping his lips as he shook his head, looking at the retreating arm of the young woman behind him. Sam's hand had softly clasped onto Hannibal's head again, his beady eyes closed shut as he laid rest to the drawing that rest upon him.

However after that he grew quiet. His smile gradually faded from his face as his eyes cased downwards towards the pup for a moment only to look up again. His eyes ever so turned to glance at Dean only to hold and hesitate again. He shifted for a moment and then began, "You know, um...what you said about mom-"

Dean licked his lips as his eyes cased downwards for a moment, "You never told me that before." Tiny turned her eyes away, her body shrunk to the back and her eyes towards the road as she attempted to hid herself from the ravels of the seat. "It's no big deal." The eldest stated simply, his voice a littler deeper than before as his narrowed eyes looked downwards, ignoring the burning sensation that bore to the side of his head by Sam.

Eventually after a moment, he turned his head to look at his younger brother, who held that knowing look in his eyes as he looked towards him. Dean willingly looked back at him for a moment in silence, "Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything are we?" He grumbled as his eyes casted towards the road again. Sam smiled as he looked down, the soft curl of his lips there. "Especially not with Tiny here." He mumbled further at the end, earning a small smile from said woman.

Author's Note

Hello my lovelies! Sorry I don't update as often but I am trying. I'm also getting some art done. Such as right now there is a Slime Rancher image for my bro's story 'A Far, Far Problem' by ITZTURKEY. I It's pretty good so check it out if you want. There is an image of these characters on my Tumblr. Plus I realized that the link does not work so I believe I posted the user name on my profile. VioletFlame14 was taken. It sadness me however Wisp-in-the-Willows is kind of cool too and wouldn't have been thought of without it. Thank you so much for the new people following my story. I'm glad you enjoy it! I hope I don't disappoint you. Please leave a comment and tell me what you think or just leave a smiley face if you want. Either is pleasant.

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