We were sitting in some diner; Dean was circling Obituaries.
"So you sure you're gonna do this hunt?"
I nodded, "Positive."
"You got your gun?" he asked.
"Do think I'm stupid or something?" I asked and lifted my jacket so my gun was visible.
"How are you doing with Latin?" he asked.
"Exignosce mihi?" I asked, "Latini in collegium habui biennium, sapiens asinus."
Dean looked at me confused until came across Sophie's obituary and circled it.
I was just sitting there drinking my coffee, why do research when you already know what the thing is?
I need to start saving people, I mean isn't that in the job description? Maybe I should let the whole time continuum, and its issue's go for right now. I mean it's not like I'm telling Dean he goes to hell… that's another thing I need to change now that I think about it.
I sighed and took another sip of my coffee.
So to be clear a list of things I want to do are:
1. Keep Sammy from dying in "All hell breaks loose".
2. Try to keep Dean from turning into a demon.
3. Help Ca pull the stick out of his ass, and make better choices this time around.
I grabbed my journal out of my bag and wrote down said list.
That's when the waitress, Wendy according to her nametag, approached.
"Can I get you anything else?" She asked.
Dean grinned around the pen he was chewing on.
I snorted into my coffee, hah, I love that face.
Sam chose that moment to come over and sit down, next to me I'm pleased to say.
"Just the check, please."
"Okay."
She walked away.
Dean dropped his head and looked at Sam, "You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while."
He pointed at the waitress who was walking away, she's wearing shorty shorts, "That's fun."
"Sure Dean, sure. Can we think with our upstairs brain now?" I smirked.
"Nope."
He handed Sam the newspaper, "Here, take a look at this, I think I got one." Dean told him. "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."
"A funeral?" Sam asked as if the idea was preposterous.
"Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever." Dean told him.
"Closure?" Sam scoffed. "What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them."
Dean raised an eyebrow, "Something you want to say to me?"
"The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day," Sam said irritated.
"Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?" Dean asked.
"I don't know," he snapped. "Something. Anything. Ask the dang future girl! Oh wait, she won't tell us!"
"Hey!" I yelled indignantly, "I'm not getting into this, this is not my fault."
"You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?" Dean glared at him.
"Yeah, I know you do-"
"You know what I'll finish this conversation, we'll find John when we find him, and in the mean time we kill evil shit, happy? Good," I huffed.
They both glared at me.
"What?" I asked shrugging, "I was paraphrasing what Dean was about to say. I'm not a morning person, and I'm really not that agreeable until my second cup of coffee, you don't want my input? Don't be stupid."
Sam rolled him eyes, then the hot waitress walked by distracting Dean.
"Alright, lake Manitoc…" He began then noticed Dean wasn't listening, "Hey!"
Dean looked up, "Huh?"
"How far?" Sam asked.
I groaned.
Great another long car ride, I thought mentally sighing.
I was right it was a seriously long drive; however, on a good note Sam liked the tea I got him.
Somewhere around half an hour I got bored and decided to read the PDF.
It said:
Dear me,
Start making more changes. You should save someone this time around, after all that's one of the reasons you are here, that and it kinda comes in the job description. You know "Saving people, hunting things, the family business,." and all that.
By the way, we're grumpy in the morning!
P.S. "Like a faucet the water fell, when will it stop? I cannot tell"-Water drop by… I can't remember.
So yeah, it wasn't that clear.
I broke the silence, "Did you know I have a whole playlist of songs that remind me of you two?"
"What?" Dean asked.
"Yep, I've got one for you and Sam," I nodded.
"Hm," Sam said thoughtfully.
"Want to hear some?"
"Sure," they said.
"Ok here are a couple from Sam's," I told them.
I went to the playlist and clicked play.
"My songs know what you did in the dark
So light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
I'm on fire
So light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
Light 'em up, up, up
I'm on fire
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
In the dark, dark
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
In the dark, dark," the phone blared.
"That song's called "My songs know what you did in the dark", it comes out in 2013, I think it has to do with something that happens later on in the series," I told them, I was actually referring to when Sam goes all dark side in either season 4, or when he had no soul in season 6.
I exited out of his playlist and decided to play a tumblr favorite.
"Ok, this isn't specifically about you. It's more about the fandom community," I told them.
The song played, and the speaker blared:
"'magine the time we could have spent being productive
Who could have guessed the Internet would become so obstructive?
But I can't help myself,
These characters are so seductive
So damn hot that they're conductive
Look at all these feels
If you don't ship it you won't understand that
All my feels
Can't be contained in simple fanfiction 'cause
All my feels
Have caused me to squeal uncontrollably, yes
All my feels
Can't hold all these feels
Do you like Sherlock?
Are you a "Homestuck?
Dr. who
HEY
Do you watch it too?
HEY
The Avengers?
How 'bout Madoka?
Did you know?
HEY
No, you didn't know
HEY
That I'll ship it even if they aren't gay
Tumblr Fandom Style (ahh)
Fandom Style
O- O- T- P
Tumblr Fandom Style
Aye, sexy cosplay
O- O- T- P
Aye, sexy cosplay
My friends all judge me and they question my obsession
But they don't understand what's really causing my depression
If we don't get an update soon then please use your discretion
When I vent out my aggression…"
"What the hell?" Dean asked incredulously.
I shrugged, "In a nutshell? That's tumblr."
We listened to a couple more songs, some good, some bad, and some that just freaked them out.
Then another song started playing.
The sideburns song.
"Dude! What the hell is it with you and your weird ass songs?" Dean complained slamming his hands against the steering wheel.
"Hey don't hate. I stand by these songs." I answered while scrolling through the rest of the songs on the playlist.
"Oh c'mon. Sideburns? Really?" Dean asked.
"Ok you gotta admit the song is kinda bad." Sam said, agreeing with his brother. "And why is it one of the songs on my playlist?"
"Oh um Heh," I laughed. "You kinda grow these magnificent yet awful sideburns in season seven and well...it just had to be done."
"Oh here's a good one!" I announced as I found another on Sam's and clicked play.
"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation
And it looks like I'm the queen
The wind is howling like the swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep it in,
Heaven knows I've tried,
Don't let them in,
Don't let them see,
Be the good girl you always have to be,
Conceal don't feel,
Don't let them know,
Well now they know!" I began to sing along.
"Let it go,
Let it go,
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go,
Let it go,
Turn away and slam the door!
I don't care
What they're going to say
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway!" I finished dramatically.
"And I got that from a Disney movie!" I said proudly, "It's called frozen."
"Um and why…?" Sam asked dumbfounded.
"Why is it on the play list?" I offered. Sam nodded.
"Because there is this whole character arc later…"
I struggled to explain myself. But I couldn't very well tell Sam that him 'letting go' is when he gives in to the quote unquote 'darkside'.
"You'll understand when it happens." I finished.
"What, Another super secret future thing you can't tell us about?" Dean asked looking at me through the rearview mirror.
I nodded.
"Fantastic." He muttered sarcastically.
"Are we saying Doctor Who phrases now?" I asked excitedly, "Geronimo, Allons-y, fish fingers and custard!"
"What are you even talking about!?" Dean screamed finally losing his patience.
"It's a show," I said softly from being scolded. "From my world." I mumbled.
"Well keep the alternate universe references to yourself." Dean grumbled.
"AU…" I mumbled under my breath.
"What was that?" Dean challenged.
"Nothing!" I answered quickly holding back a grin.
I smiled; I still couldn't believe I was actually here… so yes, I was happy even though I just got told off.
"Moose," I said randomly naming things he wouldn't know, "Destiel, OTP, Garth, tumblr, fanfiction."
Annoying Dean was kinda funny.
And besides, I have season's one through six on my Iphone as well as several other shows. If he doesn't know a show that's been on for almost fifty years than that's his problem, because now I'm gonna make him watch it.
"Fine let's listen to some songs on Dean's playlist."
"Back in black I hit the sack
I been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes I am
Let loose from the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I keep looking at the sky cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse cause I'll never die
I got nine lives cat's eyes…"
We pulled up to a to a town.
By the name of Lake Manitoc, judging by the sign that said "WELCOME TO LAKE MANITOC WI".
We drove to the Carlton's house, all suited up.
The impala pulled into the driveway.
We all got out, and headed for the door.
Dean knocked on the door, and a guy opened the door, what was his name again?
"Will Carlton?"
Yup that's it.
"Yeah that's right," The guy nodded.
"I'm agent Ford, this is agent Hamill, and agent Parker," Dean said in his "Important FBI person" voice.
"We're from the U.S. Wildlife Services," he told the gu- Will.
He held up an ID.
Bill Carlton I think his name was, was sitting on a bench on the dock. It's so horrible to lose someone like that…
"She was about a hundred yards out," Will was saying, "That's where she got dragged down."
"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" Sam asked.
Oh he's so cute, I smiled. The one thing I miss is fanfiction… but I think the books are being published, why not write fanfiction for those?
Damn it Rebecca you're worse than Becky! Head outta' the clouds, we got a case to do!
"Are you sure she didn't just drown?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, she was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake," Will told us, "She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub."
Everyone just take a minute to laugh at the irony here ok? Ok.
"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape break the surface?" Dean asked.
"Any dark history in this town?" I asked.
I knew it was about a ghost kid and something about a red bike, but I can't remember who it was that killed him… I think it was the sheriff.
"Um, I don't think," Will shook his head.
Ok this would be a perfect time to used the House M.D. quote "Of course you don't, you let the tabloids do that for you" if not for the circumstances.
Dang, why am I being so mean? Damn… it's probably because I'm off my meds. Really Cas you couldn't have sent me with my meds too?
'No, shush. Don't be a downer,' I told myself.
"You ever see any strange tracks by the shore line?" Dean asked.
"No, never. Why, what do you think's out there?" Will asked.
"We'll let you know as soon as we do," Dean lied, then started heading back to the car.
"What about your father?" Sam asked.
Dean stopped and turned back towards us.
"Can we talk to him?" Sam asked.
Will looked sadly towards the man who was staring out into blank space, grieving the loss of his daughter.
One thing clicked in my mind, I don't care about the whole time line, I will save Will, or who ever I can save, just like I couldn't save Jess.
Will shakes his head, "Look, if you don't mind, I mean...he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot."
"We understand." Sam said.
"I'm sorry for your loss," I told them.
And with that, we headed back to the car.
"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?" Sheriff Devins asked.
"You sure it's accidental?" Sam asked. "Will Carlton saw something grab his sister," He told the sheriff.
We walked into his office, and he awkwardly motions to the chairs in front of the desk, there are only two.
"Here, sit, please, sorry there are only two chairs."
I huffed and sat on the windowsill that was a few feet from the chairs.
"There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake," he told us. "There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness Monster."
"Yeah," Dean laughed, "Right."
It doesn't have to be corporeal to drag someone down…
"Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still…"
He sat down at his desk, "We dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there."
"It's weird though… that's the third missing body this year, it's curious," I said thoughtfully.
"I wouldn't exactly call it curious, more sad, these are people from my town. People I care about," the sheriff said.
"Of course, sorry," I apologized. "I was just thinking out loud," I told him
"Anyway…" he sighed, "All this...it won't be a problem much longer."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"Well the dam of course," he told Dean as if he had just asked if the sky was blue.
"Of course, the dam. It's, uh, it sprung a leak," he nodded, hoping he was right.
"No agent," I shook my head, "The dam's falling apart and feds won't give them the money to repair it, so they're opening the spill way, so in about six months there won't be much of a lake."
"Yes, that's right agent Parker," Devins nodded.
At that moment Andrea tapped on the door.
"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" She asked.
Sam and Dean stood up.
"I can come back later," she said.
"Gentleman… and woman, this is my daughter," Jake introduced her.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Dean," he held out a hand.
She shook it, "Andrea Barr, hi."
"Hi," Dean greeted.
"Hi, I'm Rebecca," I smiled, still sitting on the windowsill.
"Hello," She smiled.
"They're from the Wildlife Service. About the lake," Jake told her.
Then Lucas walked in.
"Oh hey there, what's your name?" Dean asked, his tone friendly.
The boy walked away with out speaking.
Dean looked at me in with a questioning look on his face, probably thinking I knew.
"Lucas," I mouthed.
"His name is Lucas," Jake told Dean.
Andrea and Lucas were in the main room, Andrea game him some crayons.
"Is he ok?" Sam asked.
"My grandson's been through a lot. We all have," the sheriff sighed.
He stood and went to the office door.
"Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know."
I got up, and we left the office.
"Thanks. You know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Dean asked Andrea.
"Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It's around two blocks south," She answered.
"Two—would you show us?" He asked his tone turning flirty.
I sighed, leave it to Dean.
Andrea laughed, "You want me to walk you two blocks?"
"Not if it's any trouble," Dean shook him head.
Andrea turned to Lucas, "We'll go to the park, ok sweetie?"
She kissed the boy on the head.
Dean waved as we all left. Jake nodded.
"Thanks again," Sam said.
Andrea led us down the street.
"Kids are the best huh?" Dean smiled.
Andrea just glanced at him, saying nothing. We kept walking.
We stopped in front of a building that says "Lakefront Motel."
"There it is, like I said, two blocks."
"Thanks," Sam said.
She turns to Dean, "Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line."
She left then called over her shoulder, "Enjoy your stay."
"'kids are the best'? You don't even like kids," Sam scoffed.
If you only knew Sam; if you only knew.
"I love kids," he told Sam.
"Name three children you actually know," Sam said disbelievingly.
"Ben, Krissy, and this one weird shifter baby," I listed, "I can't remember his name."
Dean stared at me, " Ok, that's creepy!"
I smirked, "He asked."
We were at the motel, Sam was on the laptop, and Dean was going through his clothes.
"So there's the three drowning victims this year," Sam reported.
I nodded, "Yup."
"Any before that?" Dean asked.
"Can I answer?" I asked Sam.
He shrugged, "Sure."
"There've been six spread out over the past thirty-five years or something, same deal. Drowned in the lake, body's never found. It's picking up the pace because of the lake draining," I told them.
Dean tossed something onto the bed, "So what, we got a lake monster on a binge?"
"This whole lake monster theory, it, it just bugs me," Sam told us.
Dean went over to read over Sam's shoulder.
"Why?"
"Loch Ness, uh, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing," Sam told him, "Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it."
"That or it's not a lake monster," I added.
"Then what could it be?" He asked.
"Ghost, Demon, point is, it doesn't have to be something tangible," I told them.
Sam scrolled through the comments of an article.
Dean pointed at the screen, "Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?"
"Christopher Barr, the victim in may," Sam told him.
There's a pause.
"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 said, "Maybe we have a witness after all."
"No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over," Dean sighed.
I silently agreed.
Kids were laughing and playing, Andrea sat at a bench watching Lucas, who as drawing and playing with toy soldiers.
"Can we join you?" Sam asked her.
Andrea look up at us, "I'm here with my son."
Dean looked over at Lucas, "Oh. Mind if I say hi?"
Dean started walking over to Lucas.
"Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing is not gonna work on me." She told Sam.
Sam and me sat next to her.
"I don't think that's what this is about," Sam told her.
Across the playground, Dean kneeled next to Lucas, who was drawing.
"So Sam…" I began… I felt like getting a rise out of him so I thought of the most unexpected question to ask, so I asked, "Is it true you have a tattoo of a butterfly on your butt?" Technically it was from a crack fic from ao3, but whatever.
Andrea's eyes widened and she made an excuse to leave something about watching Lucas more closely or something.
Sam blanched and then started blushing profusely. "Um no…."
I nodded awkwardly and drummed my fingers against the bench. We watched Dean pull out a piece of construction paper and he began drawing something.
I started tapping out the drum line for Back In Black.
Sam huffed with annoyance.
"Stop." He said grabbing my hand. "You're driving me crazy."
I looked down at Sam's massive hand wrapped around mine…. Holy crap Sam is holding my hand. I blushed slightly.
Sam realized what he was doing and dropped my hand like it was on fire. He cleared his throat and looked away.
Well this is awkward, I thought to myself.
Dean walked over to Andrea; Sam got up and motioned for me to follow him.
We walked over to them.
"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me." She said sadly, "Not since his dad's accident."
"Yeah, we heard. Sorry," he said to her.
"What are the doctors saying?" Sam asked curiously.
"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress," She sighed.
"That can't be easy. For either of you," he said empathy in his voice.
"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..." she trailed off sadly.
"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with," Dean told her, and I knew he was speaking from experience.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lucas get off the bench and start heading towards 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 walked up to us carrying a picture.
"Hey sweetie," Andrea smiled.
Lucas handed Dean the picture.
"Thanks, thanks Lucas," Dean said.
It was a picture of the Carlton's house.
"Thanks Lucas," I said, "This is a really great picture, you're a good help."
Dean raised an eyebrow at me.
I shrugged, and put a finger to my lips.
I didn't have time to answer his questions; I needed to save Will.
"Guys… let's go to the Carlton house again," I told them.
"Why would we do that?" Dean asked, "There's nothing new there."
I gave him a look that clearly said, "Don't argue with the future girl who knows what's going on."
I would save this person!
His dad was sitting there in that chair, doing nothing, a dead look haunting his eyes.
Will sighed and rubbed his face, approaching his father, "Hey, Dad? You should probably eat something."
There was no reply.
"I'm gonna make some dinner, okay?" He tried to keep his voice calm. Really though, on the inside he was crushed. His life had changed completely in just a few days, a couple days ago everything was fine. Everything was normal, his sister was alive, and now?
My world seemed to be falling apart.
He said nothing and turned his head away, not wanting to see his father like this.
He decided to make fish.
He washed it in the sink, and he didn't turn off the water as he cut the fish. Unbeknown to him the water turned a thick, murky brown. He noticed and shut the water off, but instead the water just came up through the drain and began to fill the sink.
Stupidly, as he would admit later, Will rolled up his sleeve to pull the plug outta' the drain. He came up with the plug, but weirdly the water didn't drain.
He stuck his hand back in the sink trying to find the source of the problem when a something grabbed him
He gave a high-pitched yelp and was pulled under.
He screamed, bubbles coming to the surface as he struggled to get his head above water.
His lungs burned, he couldn't see what was holding him but he swore he heard a little warbling voice whisper, "Come play with me."
At the back of his mind he thought he heard something breaking, but he was a little busy struggling for his life.
"Help!" He screamed, but the water entered his mouth and began to fill his lungs. "Help!" sounding more like "aljdhfkljsh".
His world began to fade…
He felt a pair of arms wrap around him trying to pull him out. But the person, who ever they were, was having a hard time.
That's it; he was going to die! Right?
As his world began to fade he felt another person trying to pull him out. The second person was much larger that the other one.
They tugged and pulled at him.
With final pull from the strangers end, his head broke the surface.
He coughed, gasping for breath, trying to purge himself of the water that had entered his lungs. The room was spinning, and he slumped limply, coughing hard.
"Is he going to be ok?" one of the people who have still been holding me upright asked. The voice sounded feminine.
He panted as he struggled to breathe. He was aware of the other one holding him had started smacking his back.
He coughed up a pool of water.
"There buddy, there you go," A second voice told him. This one was deeper, most definitely a mans voice. He would look but the room was still spinning.
"W-who are you guys?" I asked.
"We're the people who just saved your ass," he said.
"Hey," Called a third voice indignantly, "That's my line!"
Will spluttered pushing the damp hair from his eyes. He looked around ,confused, as the water churned in the sink before draining away.
"W-what just happened!?" He asked looking at each of us in turn.
"What the hell was that!?" He asked more urgently pointing towards the sink.
"Should I tell him or…" I trailed off looking at Sam. His front was drenched from when he helped me pull Will out of the sink. The thin cotton t-shirt he was wearing stuck to his chest and abdomen…
"You can do the honors." He interrupted my ogling and I swallowed nervously. He hadn't seemed to notice. "If it weren't for you he would be dead."
"Yeah okay...so this might be hard to believe…"
Hey guys, Merry Christmas!
Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been busy. But here's another chapter, I hope you like it. Also I'd like to thank the people who've favorited and/or followed and reviewed my story, thank you so much :)
By the way the translation of what she said is roughly: Excuse me? I took two years of Latin in college, wise ass.
Thanks for reading
R&R