Hi guys, sorry about the lack of updating.
Guest, No I didn't stop updating but I have a real life outside of FF and it got the better of me. Life does that.
Here's the next part. I have skipped a bit as we all know what happens in the episode and im not too keen on writing it all out.
As always, tell me what you think.

Wicked

"So there are the three drowning victims this year." Sam said breaking the silence. He had jumped straight onto his laptop as soon as they walked in. Dean on the other hand decided that it was time to do some laundry. They had just returned from talking to the local police chief, Jake Devins. They had posed as Agents from the Wildlife Service in order to get some information. Jake seemed to think it was accidental drownings but something about it all just didn't add up to Dean. They had also met Andrea and Lucas, Jake's daughter and grandson. Andrea was nice and although Dean tried to flirt, it was clear that his heart just wasn't in it. And it wasn't. He felt almost guilty trying to flirt with anyone when Callie was out there somewhere waiting for him to find her and help her get her memory back. Lucas on the other hand tugged at Dean for some reason. There was something about the kid that had Dean almost worried. He had a feeling something tragic went on with the kid and he was hiding behind silence. Dean knew all about that. He was a mute after his mother died for at least a few months.

"Any before that?" he asked sniffing a shirt and shuddering. Yep. Definitely need to find a laundry mat
"Oh my god Dean what did do?! Bathe in the beast? Jesus Christ." She gagged and shook her hand in front of her face.
"I didn't think it was that bad?" Dean muttered suddenly subconscious.
"Sweetheart, I say this with love, but you're going to go around back, strip down and then I am going to hose you down." She backed away from him.
"But…"
"It's that bad Dean. And from now on you can do your own washing." She shook her head and closed the door. He sighed. Stupid witches and their stupid body fluid spewing everywhere.

He shook his head to clear it and sighed. He couldn't escape her anymore.

"Uh, yeah. 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."

"So our lake monster in binging?" Dean asked making a clean and dirty pile. The dirty pile was slowly getting larger.

"This whole lake monster theory bugs me. I mean Loch Ness, uh, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing. Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it." Dean left his washing to reading over his brothers shoulder.
"So it bugs you cause there's no eye witnesses and because there's no witnesses you assume it's not a mons…whoa whoa wait! Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?" Dean stood straight trying to remember.

"Christopher Barr, the victim in May." He clicked a few pages and pulled up a news article. "Oh. 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." Sam turned to Dean and raised an eyebrow.
"Looks like we got an eyewitness after all."

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Dean kinda felt bad about bugging Andrea when she was playing with her son. He knew it was important and there was something to be checked with her and her son. He just wished the poor kid didn't have to be their witness. He decided to leave Andrea to Sam. After his poor excuse for flirting yesterday (he really didn't have his game back after Callie) he felt a little embarrassed around her. Besides, he felt like he could connect to Lucas a little better than Sammy could.

"How's it going?" He kneeled down next to Lucas, who didn't even give a sign he had heard Dean. He picked up one of the toy soldiers.
"I love these things." He said mimicking a gun and an explosion before tossing the soldier on the ground. He looked back at Lucas expecting a smile or something…anything really but nothing. He just kept drawing.

"Crayons more your thing? Chicks dig artists." He winked before picking up a few pictures from the small pile next to Lucas. One was a big black swirl and the other a red bicycle. Dean had to hand it to the id. He was talented.

"Mind if I draw with you? I'm an artist myself." He picked up a piece of paper and a crayon.
"What are you doing?" She asked padding softly over to him.
"Drawing." He replied.
"I didn't know you drew." She wrapped her arms around his neck from behind and rested her chin on his shoulder. She smelt of wildflowers.
"I am a man of many talents." He grinned at her. She bit her lip to hold back the laughter.
"Oh you're some kind of talented." She giggled.
"What?"
"What is it?" she asked trying to keep a straight face.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"It's us." He mumbled disheartened. She laughed loudly at that.
"Oh sweetheart."

"I think you can hear me and I think you know exactly what's going on, you just don't wanna talk and that's cool. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was your age, I saw something." Dean swallowed hard. It was still a hard night to talk about.

"Well, maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you, or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw that day, with your dad, on the lake." After getting nothing but silence back, Dean sighed and handed him his picture.

"This is my family. That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, and that's me. That pretty little girl next to me is my girlfriend Callie." He smiled. "I swear she's prettier in person. She's missing though and no one knows where to find her." He shook his head. "It's hard not knowing what happened to someone you love." He didn't get a response. Not that he expected one. Poor kid. Dean really felt for him.
"Yeah I know I suck. Callie use to tell me that as well. See ya around Lu..." Dean trailed off, staring into the distance. No way. No freaking way! His heart sped up and he felt himself gasp.It couldn't be. His chest tightened and he almost cried out.
Surely he was seeing things! It couldn't be…could it?

A.N – I'll post the next chapter soon. As a sorry for leaving it so long…and on such a cliff hanger although I'm sure you all know what's going on ;)
Wicked.