The group of three had stood before the large white church with tired steps. Dean who possessed the drawing

lifted it up lightly as he then lifted it up in comparison to the large building before them. Long behold was the house to the side of the church, where the yellow house stood between the greenery that was there . It was across the street by the little stop sign so unsuspected by the world as it seemed that life had simply passed by. The child with his red back was gone as so had the years no less, Tiny thought as she couldn't keep her eyes away from the home. The brothers had exchanged glances to engage forwards but no less it was as it was. The shivers that crawled down her spine did not lessen as a cold air his her lightly.

Hannibal whimpered lightly besides her leg as they looked towards the house that they had quickly followed in pursuit of the brothers that had already marched ahead for a moment. "We're sorry to bother you, Ma'am, but does a little boy live here by chance?" Dean began to say as he lifted up his hands in motion. "He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle." he listed off as he looked at the older woman. Her eyes where creased as her hands lightly folded together upon one another. Her eyes casted downwards as she responded towards the young gent before her.

"No, Sir."

Her voice was tired, broken, and the rasp of wear had fallen deep through years and heartbreak. Much rather the numbness that followed thickly though. "Not for a very long time." she added as she closed her eyes and shook her head. Her voice was thick, holding that torrent of upbringing emotion as those wide eyes looked to the brothers and towards the female before her. Hannibal has obligated himself to remain outside and see what he could from there.

"Peter's been gone 35 years now." she spoke as her voice drenched over with a sigh of past times. "The Police never-I never had any idea what happened." She spoke. Her eyes looked towards the image of her son, there smiling in an old photo. With the framed images of his youthful play, the trophies and equipment that laced besides this pleasant smile. Some had gathered dust, while others where smooth, raw from the touch with the crinkled hands to grasp it and hold it dear towards their chest refusing to let go. Her head had turned towards them.

"He just disappeared. Losing him-"

Sam had lightly tapped his brother with his own shoulders. Dean's eyes had lightly turned towards the green army men lined up to the side in a neat little structure, perfect as if arranged all those long years ago.

"You know, it's… It's worse than dying."

Dean and Sam shared looks, sympathy lightly glazing through their tired eyes. Tiny had looked away from her with her words lightly in her own form. Her eyes looking at the dust and the rawness of memories that remained in a home so cold from the loss of it's most precious abundance and though many years had passed, the rawness and the cold remained the same. The clench of fists where only a physical form of reassurance, though nothing was noted as to why she needed that self reassurance. It was there, and that was the only thing Tiny could register besides the cold.

"Did he disappear from here- I mean, from this house?" Dean spoke in a raspy voice, his glittering eyes of his reflection had crossed the sunlight lightly as he spoke from the dimness of low lights and covered windows. "He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school and he never showed up." her voice with it's saddened sway of years lowered to a whisper at the end. Falling towards memories reawakened though words.

The brothers could only look at one another and from the corner of Dean's eyes, he saw Tiny. Little old Tiny looking to the side with a lightly clenched fist, release and grasp, release and grasp. A theorem either poisonous or healthy was not towards mind. However he noted where her eyes had laced to. HE saw them by the mirror, showing his own eyes looking back at him and with careful steps he came forwards to grasp the photo between callous fingers. It was the youth with another child his age, with that lone red bike by him with his own lone smile to the child besides him. With callous fingers, it flipped the aged image to see the very thing he needed.

"Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, 1970."

"You've taken everything, everyone."

The voice was soft, raw with tears held back or simply unable to shed any longer. Those aged eyes burned with simply nothing as he looked upon the desolate water he had once grown to call home, to call sanctuary and hope. The deep dark waters with a troubled past and the newer times of memories no longer able to be made again. Those memories could no longer be made within those dark waters, not like they once had been. Now they where merely the seeds of his despair from youth and from his adulthood and fatherhood last.

"I've got nothing left. I didn't believe. Now I think I do. I think I finally know what you want."

"Okay, this little boy, Peter Sweeny, vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow." Sam reasoned as he looked towards Dean who in turn looked intently on the road unraveling before him. "Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something." He stated with those narrowed eyes of him. Thinking, rationalizing what next in situations he had grown purely by adaption and instinct.

"Bill-the people he loves-they're all getting punished."

"What if Bill did something to Peter?"

"What if Bill killed him?"

"Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible."

Dean's eyes had turned to the mirror again, looking at the youngest member holding tired eyes towards the side seeing a new perspective of the road before him. It made his jaw clench lightly. It wasn't much a foulness of his part, but much more of the inability to understand how she 'predicted' such possible circumstance in a way. It wasn't necessarily precise but she had managed to get a plot line moving and had obliged to it. But now, where her words had been so straight forwards, no after she could have said so much more to their thoughts she said nothing. Nothing more and nothing less. It was a mystery he didn't want to solve by the chase of a long times wait. He new despite everything else this emotion had to wait. Had to detain itself and the curiosity had to cease from her at least.

The Impala had stumble towards the end of this journey. It had stopped before the red house that was none other possessed by the man they where seeking.

"Mr. Carlton!" Sam yelled out towards the property. His eyes turning side to side. Hannibal growled under his breath lightly, catching Tiny's attention as the pup barked loudly as he was capable of. "Hannibal? What-" It had stopped as soon as she had slowly began to chase him to a full on sprint. Dean's eyes saw it and with him his eyes widened to. "Hey. Check it out."

Bill Carlton was on a motorboat starting to go off into the dark waters of the lake and there in the back was none other that Tiny, running towards the pier with Hannibal in front of her barking and going to the water as fast as they could, only to be matched by much taller males with much longer legs to cover a much longer distance.

"Bill Carlton! Come back here!" Tiny yelled out as loud as he voice could, raising it higher than the boys thought she could. Her limbered steps taking her to the edge. "Mr. Carlton!" she cried out as Hannibal barked loudly from his master's side. His mouth was wide with a snarl, growling and barking at the dark depths below.

"Mr. Carlton! You need to come back!"

"Come out of the Water!"

"Turn the boat around!"

Their wide eyes by the pier where met with his own sad eyes, old eyes that held almost no life left in them, no spark, no desire to live. His head had turned back, forwards towards the endless stretch of water. Within moments the water made it's churning sound and with little but a swish of power ti came crashing upwards, the boats front lifting towards the air flipping and tossing Bill Carlton out of the boat as it slatted down.

All of it, everything, it was missing.

Tiny had jumped back as her body hit Sam's chest lightly, as his hand instinctively grasped her shoulder in a tight grip. Their eyes where in disbelief at what was before them leaving words to echo into the abundance of there mind. What was there was Hannibal's snarls and roars towards the black waters and the trickle of the unsteady water.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

Andrea softly swept her son's hair to the side as he refused to look at her but the floor before him, his eyes to weary. There the mother sat with a tube in her lap and a little bag with a receipt stapled on top. Both of them where seated in the confines of the police station that their grandfather resided in.

Within moments the door was open to allow the group to enter in. "Sam, Dean…Blake. I didn't expect to see you here." Andrea stated turning in her seat and for the first time noticing she didn't actually know the female agent's name. She stated all with a smile as she got up, placing the food down on her seat. Empty looks where on their faces as her father walked in with them.

"So now you're on first-name basis, well except with Agent Blake apparently." He added as he motioned a thumb towards the group. Tiny frowned lightly. "As it would seem." she spoke softly, almost in a whisper. "What are you doing here?" her father add as he turned to Andrea. "I brought you dinner." she replied back towards him.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I really don't have the time." he spoke as his eyes turned to his grandchild. He then proceeded to remove his jacket. She had then looked at her father, only to turn and look at the three pair of eyes looking towards her.

Andrea crossed her arms lightly. "I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the Lake?" she asked with a quiet voice. He gave out a sigh as he looked towards the agents and back.

"Right now, we don't know what the truth is, but I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home."

Dean's eyes looked towards Lucas with his face contorting in a whimper, as the fear laced in his youthful eyes. Tiny had grabbed onto his arm lightly, almost hesitantly as he whimpered. It broke her heart to see the child like that. All she felt with the lightest of touches was muscles that tensed upon the soft pads of her ice cold fingers.

Lucas had quickly gotten up as he went towards them both. Tiny had quickly removed her own soft hands as Lucas came towards Dean. His eyes looking up at him as he whimpered over and over with eyes full of tears. "Lucas. Lucas. It's okay. What is it?" He asked. His eyes creased and there was the fatherly tone of his eyes. That shine that fell deep for the child before him who looked and tugged his body with a cry of help he could not understand to deal with.

Andrea had dived down towards he child, grasping him, trying to remove him. "Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." The officer could do nothing more than watch the exchange. "Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." he crouched down slightly to met his height, his arm gripped tightly in his small hands. He had managed to let go and fell into the warm embrace of his mother as Dean's hands softly combed his hair back, rubbing his head in reassurance. His fatherly nature spread true as he attempted to comfort him in the only ways his body automatic knew how to react.

Andrea had took her son away, guiding him as Lucas with his large eyes looked back at Dean as he was guided away. Dean's eyes where in a way despite, looking towards the child as the mother looked back at him and tugged him away. His eyes where with worry for him, in fear that something bad could happen to the child. In his mind it was the thought that this child needed him, and though the man could not recall a single child's name he held the instinct of one that knew plenty and knew exactly what it meant to care for the young.

The grandfather tossed his jacket down to the ground with a shake of his head and entered his office. Sam had in turn looked at him and then to his brother, then to the door where the two had left. His head had turned as it saw Tiny, her eyes closed a tad bit as she looked at his brother, looking as his gaze refused to leave and then he turned to follow. Hannibal had whimpered by her side, and was more than tempted to follow the stranger he knew well his master had felt distress for. Though he only trusted her, and his protection was isolated to her control alone, it did not mean he could learn to be capable to follow such orders of protecting another if her demand was true.

"Okay, so just so I'm clear you see… something attack Bill's boat, sending Bill, who is a very good swimmer, by the way, into the drink, and you never see him again?" Jack (the grandfather as I just at this moment discovered what the officer's name was) stated as he sat upon his desk looking at the two brothers seated before him and the young girl who stood behind him with a hand behind each of their seats and an obedient dog who was prepared to rip up anything that came too close.

"Yeah, that about sums it up." Dean stated as he looked to his brother with a nod and back. "And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake and what you're describing is impossible and you're not really wildlife service?" Dean gulped down lightly as the burn fell through. Tiny held nervous eyes, fearful eyes as she stood up straighter, her feet shuffling a little more as her hand crossed down to the brim of her shirt and pulled it down from the bottom as her hand tangled up in it.

"That's right, I checked. The department's never heard of you two."

"See? Now, we can explain that."

"Enough, please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance or we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rear-view mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again. "

His voice had turned into a thundering rasp, a threat as his finger lifted up as he pointed at them. His eyes where a blazed menacing as he glared at them. Now words where said as the silence lingered. Sam had looked him straight in the eyes, focused and calm in contrast to the female he spoke calmly "Door number two sounds good."

"That's the one I'd pick." he stated as he gazed right at Sam, his finger lowered down as he looked at them coldly.

The where in the car, night had fallen over head and the silence lingered in between them. The rock music that Dean so ever adored played lightly. It was irritating, disgusting, and ludicrous to her. Tiny couldn't bare any of it. Her body felt disgusting, it felt repulsed in a way as she sat in the back seat with eyes that where a blazed with a desire to go back, yell and tell him right in his face what should have been done. But that simply wasn't Tiny. Tiny was the quite girl, the silent one who did not speak till asked to. The girl who shrugged to the side with the ludicrous suggestion, that was Tiny, not this.

Yet with everything she was she knew god damn well this wasn't going to end. She knew that back there someone was going to die again and yet she was too afraid to have a voice about it now. No, she couldn't be afraid. She spoke aloud before, what was the difference. It wasn't like she would be traveling with these men, it wasn't like anything at all. And yet when she got in that car, her footsteps heavy and her eyes narrowed and that look of utter rebellion on her face was there it only meant she had plenty on her mind.

She wasn't alone however. Dean saw the way she took it in. He saw her distress, and he to saw the child that knew it too. This wasn't about the problems of this stupid threat anymore and it was a nagging sensation he couldn't bare. Yes he had a load crap of questions with this girl but that sure as hell didn't mean it was enough to drift him from trusting and agreeing with her. And his mind wouldn't allow him a god damn piece of thought. She was scowling for Pete's sake. She knew something else was gonna happen and this time she was probably going to explode if he didn't turn back, and the important thing at that moment was that he was going to too. There was something shared between the two.

Tiny was the innocent little civilian turned hunter right? Well the little goody two shoes didn't want to be that at the moment and since when had Dean Winchester ever been one to fully oblige whatever the hell it was unless it was a full blown order. No, Dean Winchester was gonna be his own man and when he said this damn case is done it will be done.

"Green."

"What?"

"Light's Green."

Dean Winchester took a lot in for a few seconds, and then after that in response to Sam's bland statement, he had the Impala start moving again.

"Uh, the interstates the other way.."

"I know."

Dean looked at the mirror and that hopeful look in her eyes as it flared up made a smile come on his face for a second. He looked forwards again as Sam in his confusion was besides him. "Now Tiny, you're theory would help a lot right now." That look in her eyes was a blazed and she spoke with that determined flare that seemed to be distinctively hers.

"We have to hurry up because from what I can tell our next victim is going to happen very soon. Our officer, Jake, doesn't seem to be one to say much, and of course it seems like he's nothing more than the officer from the station but I feel like he's not telling us something. His family as we know is connected to Bill Carlton's. This was indicated from Lucas' dad and he isn't Bill's child now is he. From this I can assume that this means Jake possibly had some involvement with Peter's disappearance. Our possibly target now sadly seems to be Andrea, I think at least. Lucas was scared, but I think most of all because he might be loosing his mom now too. We have to check in to them as soon as we can. Oh, I do hope we figure this out properly in time."

Sam looked at her in bewilderment as he then turned to look at the both of them with his body turned. "Are you sure Tiny?" Dean asked her as he drove forwards, with narrow eyes as her voice laced a soft slice of confidence without a doubt attempting to piece things together. "If anything I'm rather confident to say I'm positive about this. If Lucas' dad hadn't drowned, if Lucas wasn't so worried, then maybe I could say case closed but this, this isn't adding up right. And if it is like this we have to move fast. Peter's not going to wait on the next kill, we can be thankful we got enough time to even get an idea of who he is." Dean nodded in agreement.

Once she pulled it up, he was thinking the same thing. Tiny hadn't been wrong yet it would seem, and though he was going to give her a good old talking, right now he had to trust her. He mentioned everything before, her theory hasn't left his mind. At the moment he was embracing this part of it, and he sure as hell hoped it kept on getting this good luck sweep.

"But, Tiny, this job- I think it's over. Dean, you can't really think it's still there. I mean…"

Dean shook his head. "I'm not so sure." Sam shook his head "If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got it's revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest. And Tiny, I mean yes it would make sense but do you really think that Jake is also involved in his murder?"

"Listen here Sammy, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done? And like Tiny says it get's Andrea, Lucas, and Jake. What then Sam ? What if we missed something? Tiny has a good idea who's going to get hurt next. And don't forget that Tiny was the first one to get that. I don't know how you did it Tiny but if you where right all the way this case sure isn't done."

"But why would you think that, both of you? Why Jake? What's the reasoning for any of this?"

"Because Lucas was really scared."

"That's what this is about?"

"I just don't want to leave town till I know the Kid's okay."

"Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?"

Dean turned to look at Sam with a look of disbelief faintly on his features as he turned back to the road. "Shut up." Tiny smile lightly and a soft little giggle came from her throat. It was light and soft and sweet all around. It was different and unintentional that came out naturally. The moment didn't call for it however though as pleasant as it was and he looked in the mirror and said simply "And you?". Tiny raised a brow pointing at herself. "And me?" Dean nodded, "Yes you."

"What."

"Stop giggling like a giddy school girl."

"Wow… just wow Dean."

Author's Note

Awkwardness is the only thing I can assure you with. And this expresses it. If I understood what was happening at the end then it would be better but it's 11 at night. My parents would kill me but I was on Netflix. Which reminds me. I'm so sorry for not updating in a long time. I had not had internet this whole week. I just got it back yesterday. In order to do my chapters I start up an episode and work along side it, putting captions and gradually make my way through it constantly pausing. It is tedious no less but I can assure you it's efficient to get accurate works. I would like to say thank you for those few who follow this story and who enjoy it. I hope I don't disappoint you. I honestly can't believe people are starting to like my work and it means a lot to be so thank you so much. Please comment and tell me what you think and if you want to say anything at all. Anything helps.

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