Chapter 6. I don't own anything but Rose's part in the story. ~ The Bloody Hellhound.
We were sitting in the restaurant behind the inn. Dean was looking threw the obituaries in the newspaper. Circling all the ones that could be our problem. Dean's plate was almost empty. I just had a soda. I wasn't really that hunger.
Suddenly the sluttish waitress, whose name tag says Wendy, approaches. She had been doing nothing but flirting with Dean the whole fucking. The bitch was acting like I wasn't fucking here.
"Can I get you anything else?" She asked in a lust full voice. I grind my teeth. I have started to do this more. Any female the flirts with Sam or Dean, I get pissed. I don't understand why but I do. Dean looks up and grins around the pen he's chewing on. Sam comes back and sits down.
"Just the check, please." Thank you, Sam! Her smiled fell.
"Okay." Wendy walks away. Dean drops his head, and then looks at Sam.
"You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while." Dean points to Wendy walking away; she was wearing short shorts. "That's fun." I rolled my eyes. I looked at him and pointed at her.
"No, that's disgusting. I mean, yes I do have one night stands…but not much as you." Sam and Dean looked at me. Then looked at each other. Dean hands Sam the newspaper.
"Here, take a look at this, I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water; nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago." Sam looked at Dean.
"A funeral?" I looked at the picture.
"Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever." I looked down. Remembering (Anna)'s funeral. She was my 16 best friend/little sister. She killed herself because some bitch was picking on her so bad she wanted to take her own life.
"Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear. Other people just stop looking for them." Dean looked his brother in the eyes. You could tell he was getting pissed.
"Something you want to say to me?" Sam didn't back down.
"The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day." Sam was getting pissed now too.
"Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?" Dean asked him.
"I don't know. Something. Anything." Sam leaned back in his chair.
"You know what?" Dean threw down his pen. "I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?"
"Yeah, I know you do, it's just—" Dean cut Sam off.
"I'm the one that's been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?" Sam looked like he was going to say something back, when I slammed my hands on the table.
"Boys!" Sam rolls his eyes. Wendy walks by, distracting Dean. Sam looked at the newspaper again.
"All right, Lake Manitoc." Sam looked up when he didn't hear Dean replay. Dean was eye fucking Wendy who was eye fucking him back. "Hey!" Dean returns his attention to Sam.
"Huh?" This time both Sam and I rolled our eyes.
"How far?" Sam asked again, pointing to the newspaper.
"I would say about…9 hours." I took a drink of my soda.
"Great long ass car trip." I threw down the tip. "You boys can pay the rest." I walked outside to have a cigarette.
We in Wisconsin. Damn some time I miss this state. Maybe I should stop by and see my mom. The Impala passes a clothesline with white sheets.
"Man, just look at the sight." Sam said breathless.
"I know. Wisconsin is fucking beautiful. Even in the places you would think. There's a place that it's like looks like a calm ocean. Or cliffs that look like they should be in Maine." Sam looked back at me.
"You seem to know a lot about Wisconsin." I laughed at him.
"That's because I was born in Wisconsin. Lived most of my life in Wisconsin and the rest in Florida." Sam looked shocked. "It when Wisconsin, Florida, then Wisconsin again." Sam nodded his head. We crossed a bridge and passed someone fishing off it. "The fishing is better in Florida. Bigger things to get." I leaned back. "But I never been to Lake Manitoc."
We drove past a sign that reads "Welcome to Lake Manitoc WI."
"Now all we need to do is fine the Carlton's house." Dean said. Sam pulled out his laptop.
"Well I got his address here." Dean looked over real fast before looking at the road again. Sam pulled out the map.
"It's only about 15 minutes from here." Sam looked up. "Turn here." And that's how that next 15 minutes went. Turn here, turn there, no left, no right, left, right. I didn't know I could get a headache in 15 minutes like that.
We finally pull up in front of the Carlton house. The Impala's engine stops. We get out and grabbed our bags. Dean knocks on the door. A younger man opened the door. You could tell he just went threw something horrible. I'm guessing his Will Carlton.
"Will Carlton?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, that's right." Will look at us.
"I'm Agent Ford. This is Agent Hamill and Agent Swan." Dean pointed us out.
"We're with the US Wildlife Service." I said as I showed him my ID. Will starts to leads around towards the back. Where we can see the lake. Dean stepped on my foot. I slapped him in the stomach. Will pointed out the man on the dock.
"That's my father." Bill Carlton was sitting on a bench on the dock. He then pointed out toward the lake. "She was about a hundred yards out." He looked back at us. "That's where she got dragged down." We all looked out to where he was pointing.
"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Dean asked. Will shook his head.
"Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer." Yeah no way she was going down unless something dragged her down. A varsity swimmer will know the signs of when to get out. "She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub." Will said as he looked at the lake, with tears.
"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" Sam asked him.
"No, that's what I'm telling you." Will said, stressing on what he was saying.
"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shapes breach the surface?" Will looked at me and shook his head again.
"No. Again, she was really far out there." He looked down.
"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?" Dean asked. Will looked up at him confused.
"No, never. Why? Why, what do you think's out there?" He looked back at the lake with fear.
"We'll let you know as soon as we do." I reassure him. Dean and I start heading back to the car, thinking we were done.
"What about your father?" We heard Sam asked. We stop and turned back. "Can we talk to him?" Will turns to look at his father, and then turns back to us.
"Look, if you don't mind, I mean...he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot." I smiled at him.
"We understand." I grabbed Sam's arms. "Let's go, Sam." We get in the car.
"You know where we have to go next, right?" I asked them. They looked back at me.
"Police station." Dean groans.
"I hate police stations." I scoffed.
"Hey, that's where you technically meet me." Dean stopped and thought about it.
"Hey you're right." He smiled. "I did meet you in a police station." I laughed at his childness. We pulled up to the Police Station. We walked in.
"Hello, I'm Agent Swan. This is Agent Hamill and Agent Ford. We are with the Wildlife Service. We are here to looking into the drowning of a Sophie Carlton." I showed the man my ID.
"Well Hello. I'm Sheriff Jake Devins. Come right this way." He started to lead us towards the back. "Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?" Jake asked us.
"You sure it's accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister." Jake turned and looked at us.
"Like what?" He asked. We walk into Jake's office. He motions to chairs in front of his desk. "Here, sit, please." We sat down. "There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake. There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness Monster." Dean smiles. We all know the Nessie was real. At less I did. I mean come on! Too many sighting.
"Yeah." Dean laughs a little. "Right." Sam glances at Dean.
"Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still—" Jake finally sat down. "We dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there." I leaned forward.
"That's weird, though, I mean, that's, that's the third missing body this year." I pointed that fact out to him.
"I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about." I held up my hands.
"I know." I believed him.
"Anyway…" Jake sighed. "All this...it won't be a problem much longer." Dean got a confused looked at him face.
"What do you mean?" And he just had to ask. We could have looked it up!
"Well, the dam, of course." Jake said a little confused that we didn't know about it.
"Of course, the dam. It's, uh, it sprung a leak." Dean tried to fix himself…didn't work too well.
"It's falling apart, and the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they've opened the spillway. In another six months, there won't be much of a lake. There won't be much of a town, either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that." Dean smiled at Jake and pointed it finger at him.
"Exactly." A young woman started to tap on the door. She opened the door and peaked in.
"Sorry, am I interrupting?" Dean, Sam, and I all stood up. She looks at Jake. "I can come back later." Jake stands up as well.
"Gentlemen, Miss, this is my daughter."
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean." Dean said as he shakes Andrea's hand.
"Andrea Barr. Hi." She said smiling back. Dean got his flirt face on. I grind my teeth when he did that.
"Hi." Dean said back. Sam and I rolled our eyes at him. Jake quietly intervened.
"They're from the Wildlife Service. About the lake." Andrea's face dropped when she father brought up the lake.
"Oh." A really young boy walks in around Andrea. Dean looked down at the boy in shock.
"Oh, hey there. What's your name?" The boy walks away without speaking. Andrea gives us an apologetic smile and followed the boy out.
"His name is Lucas." Jake said after they left. They were in the main room and Andrea was handing Lucas crayons.
"Is he okay?" I asked, I just couldn't help but to feel like helping the poor boy. It seems like he has already seen hell.
"My grandson's been through a lot. We all have." Jake stands and goes to the office door. "Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know." We all leave the office. I smiled up at Jake.
"Thank you for your time." I said politely. He smiled back.
"You know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Andrea looked over at us.
"Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It's about two blocks south." Dean pointed towards south.
"Two—would you mind showing us?" Dean asked with a goofy smiled on his face. Andrea laughs in disbelieve.
"You want me to walk you two blocks?" She asked him. Dean shrugged his shoulders.
"Not if it's any trouble." She shook her head.
"I'm headed that way anyway." She turned toward her dad. "I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three." She then turned to her son. "We'll go to the park, okay, sweetie?" She kisses Lucas on the head. Dean waves as we leave. Jake nods his goodbye. Sam nodded back.
"Thanks again." Andrea was leading us along the street.
"So, cute kid." Dean randomly said. Andrea smiled.
"Thanks." We crossed a street. The next thing that Dean said had me almost cracking up.
"Kids are the best, huh?" I looked up at Sam with one of my eyebrow raised.
"Kids are the best?" I asked Sam. "I don't think he knows any kids." Sam shook his head. Andrea glances at him and ignores him. We keep walking, we all stop in front of a building that says Lakefront Motel.
"There it is. Like I said, two blocks." She waved to the motel.
"Thanks." Sam nodded towards her. Andrea addresses Dean next.
"Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line." Andrea leaves, calling back over her shoulder. "Enjoy your stay!" I laughed at Dean's shocked face.
"God, I love her already." I turned to go in the motel.
"'Kids are the best'?" Sam asked him. "You don't even like kids." Dean scoffed.
"I love kids." Sam rolled his eyes.
"Name three children that you even know." Dean started to think and came up empty. Sam waves a hand and walks into the motel. I sat there watching Dean scratching his head.
"I'm thinking!" I shack my head my laughing.
"That's sad." Dean glared at me.
"Oh yeah? What about you?" Was he trying to embarrass me?
"I use to watch a three month baby, a six month baby, a two year, a four year, and a seven year old all at the same time. Sometimes there would be a 10 year old as well." Dean widen his eyes.
"What the hell?" I laughed it wasn't too hard. The babies were easy with me and the other kids loved me.
"I was 18. I ended up get pregnant by my almost year long fiance…so I was in changed with of babysitting."
"You have a kid?" Sam asked in shocked voice.
"Uh…" I scratched the back of my head. "I'm going to go get the room." I just walked away, dropping it. I was 11 weeks pregnant and I miscarried. It almost killed me. Literally. A week later, the man I was with and was going to marry left me.
"Rose?" I heard Dean call out to me but I didn't stop. I would start crying if I talk about it.
Dean's POV
Sam and I watched Rose walking away. I looked at Sam.
"What do you think happened?" I asked him.
"I don't know. Maybe her baby was taken from her. By the father or state. With her the way she was…" I really hope that didn't happen.
"I would hate for that to be the reason. She doesn't need that pain." Sam nodded in agreement.
Rose's POV
I was working on my laptop. Dean and Sam were going through their clothing.
"So there's the three drowning victims this year." I tell them.
"Any before that?" Dean asked as he threw a shirt in his bag.
"Uh, yeah." I started had a browser window open to The Lake Manitoc Tribune. Drowning Taints Ice Fishing Festival. I click a link and another browser window comes up, again the Tribune: 12-Year-Old Girl Drowns in Lake, Second drowning in 6 months at Lake Manitoc. "Six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace." Dean tosses an item of clothing onto a bed.
"So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?" He asked as he crossed his arms. Sam came and sat next to me.
"This whole lake monster theory, it, it just bugs me." Sam told us. I had to agree with him.
"Same here. It just doesn't make sense." I leaned back, running my hand threw my hair. Dean comes over and starts to read over my shoulder.
"Why?" Dean looked at me.
"Loch Ness, uh, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing." I looked at the Tribune homepage. "Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it." I scrolled to the comments section of an article. Dean points something out.
"Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?" I read from the page.
"Christopher Barr, the victim in May." I clicked the link, opening a new page.
Local Man in Tragic Accident. The picture loads: it shows a police officer with Lucas. "Oh." My face completely dropped. "Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued." I clicked the picture for a better look, then scratched my head. Sam looked over my other shoulder.
"Maybe we have an eyewitness after all." Sam said as he sat back in his seat.
"No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over." I looked up at Dean. I didn't want to say thing and make him think I pity him…because I'm not. I just hate when he's in pain. Same with Sam. I hate seeing the boys in pain.
"We need to talk to that kid." Sam pointed to the picture on my laptop.
"Didn't Andrea say they were going to park and that she was picking him up at three?" I asked them to make sure.
"Yeah she did." Dean got a big smile on his face. "It's 2:55 P.M. now. By the time we find the park, they should be there." Dean grabbed his jacket and looked at Sam and I. "Well aren't you coming." I closed my laptop and grabbed my pack. Sam was pulling his jacket it on. Dean was already out the door.
"That asshole is just looking for a lay." I said shaking my head.
"Yeah but what can we do." We walked out of the room towards the car.
After fighting for 25 minutes we finally found the park. "I told you to go left." I grumbled to Dean. He pushed me.
"I said shut up, Rose." I rolled my eyes at him. I looked around and felt my mood drop. Kids are laughing and playing. Made me think about the kid that I didn't get to do this with. Andrea was sitting on a bench watching Lucas, who is at another bench coloring and playing with toy soldiers. We walked up to her.
"Can we join you?" I asked her smiling.
Andrea looked up. She looked a little shocked that it was us standing here.
"I'm here with my son." She said pointing at her son. Dean and I looked over at Lucas.
"Oh. Mind if I say hi?" Dean didn't wait for her to answer and just starts to walk over to the kid. Okay…maybe he wasn't looking for a hook up. I feel bad now.
"Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing is not gonna work on me." I glared at her. Sam takes a sit next to her.
"I don't think that's what this is about." She looked confused.
"Dean will understand him. Better then most." I leaned on the tree next to them.
"We heard about your husband…I'm sorry."
"Yeah." She looked down. "Last May, Christ took Lucas to the lake. He was out there for hours before they got him. My poor son had to watch his father die." I looked back at Dean and Lucas. I saw Dean coming towards us. "Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident."
"Yeah, we heard. Sorry." Dean gives his remorse. Andrea nods her thanks
"What are the doctors saying?" Sam asking about Lucas. She looked at him.
"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress." She said as she crossed her arms.
"That can't be easy. For either of you." Sam said. She looked over at Lucas.
"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It's just...when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw…" There was a pause.
"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." I smiled her, trying to get her hope up. I see Lucas leaving the bench, heading for us.
"You know, he used to have such life. 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. I just wish—" Lucas walks up between his mom and Dean, carrying a picture. "Hey sweetie." Lucas hands Dean the picture.
"Thanks. Thanks, Lucas." I looked at the pictures. It's a picture of the Carlton house. Dean and I watch Lucas heads back to the bench.