Dean rolled his eyes as he followed Jake Devins, the town's sheriff, into his office. The entire way from the car to where they were now was filled with a back and forth of how Sam didn't seem to know how to handle a seven-year-old.

Sam still couldn't believe their innocent little sister had enough mean in her to intentionally bite him. And it was written all over his face.

"I mean… I can't believe she would actually bite me. I thought I was her favorite," Sam complained.

"You should be careful with those teeth. If she bites you again," Dean said before the sarcasm entered his voice, "you could turn into a toddler."

Considering their line of work, Sam didn't find that funny in the least. He gave his brother a side glance with a heaping helping of bitch face. He hoped Dean was wrong. They knew what they were doing with the monsters they killed almost every day. And not knowing how or why their sister was showing signs of being the very things they hunted? It was a ballpark neither brother wanted to enter.

Before he went to college, their sister was easy. Still highly accident prone but easy. At four, all they had to do was look at her, and she'd trip or fall.

Sam lagged, just long enough to get Abby settled in the lobby before he went into the office with Dean. He lifted her up, placing her in one of the chairs against the wall.

"Sorry I bit you, Sammy."

"And if you bit Dean? Or Dad?"

"Do we have to find Daddy?" Abby asked as if the response was a joke. She knew if either of her brothers told their father, she'd be in trouble. If it was someone else like another hunter, civilian, and especially a monster, there probably wouldn't be a consequence for her to face. But it was another Winchester. And she did not want a repeat of the last time she bit one of them.

He crouched down to her level. "Hey, Kiddo. It's okay to defend yourself. Even if biting someone is the only way you can do that." He chuckled at the look of shame on the little girl's face. "Just… try not to get me next time. Dean already thinks I'm turning into a toddler, and I don't need the hundredth one to prove him right," Sam finished. He lifted his hand up for her to see her handy work. Fading red teeth marks had made a home between his thumb and index finger. There was also an older, smaller set on his wrist from three years earlier.

He pulled his cell phone out, flipping it open. "I'm letting you play a game on this. Don't make me regret it."

"S-"

"How's your nose?" He wanted to change the subject to distract her from the fact that she wasn't joining them in the sheriff's office.

It was an automatic response for her to touch the injured spot. There was pain, but not enough to change her facial expression from sour. One mark

was left behind by the carrier's foot and it was already scabbing over.

"I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?" Sheriff Devins asked once Sam had joined them behind closed doors.

"You sure it's accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister," Sam pointed out.

Devins motioned for them to sit, doing so himself. "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."

"Yeah," Dean laughed. It was a nervous laugh. "Right." He ignored the glance that Sam had sent his way. There was no need for the look.

Still, Devins tried to deny the events that happened. Claimed it was the mind playing tricks on the family. "We dragged that entire lake. Even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there."

"That's weird, though, I mean, that's… that's the third missing body this year," Dean mentioned, making it clear he'd read up on the previous cases.

It was depressing for Devins. These victims were from his hometown. Not only were they people he cared about, but as the town's law enforcement representative, they were also his responsibility.

But the lake wasn't going to be a problem much longer. Not his problem anyway. The dam was doing much more than falling apart at the seams and surrounding towns were refused the government grants asked for fixing the problem. A grant that would have been cheaper than forming an evacuation plan or search and rescue teams.

"There won't be much of a town, either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that," Devins said as if wondering why he even had to explain that if these people were who they claimed to be.

Out in the lobby, Abby stayed where Sam had placed her, playing a game on his phone. It was a flip phone so nothing fancy about the game. It was so boring as she waited for them to come back. And a bored Abby was dangerous territory if the glitter bombs and bubble cloud were anything to go by.

A secret text had been sent to their father, letting him know where they were. It was something she did, hoping to finally get an answer from him with each stop if Sam or Dean ever let her play games on their phones.

She slid out of her seat. Since the lobby was empty, there was no one around to stop her from going behind the reception desk. It was in desperate need of organization, but she wasn't that bored.

Blank paper and pens or pencils would have caught her attention, only those weren't easy to locate. Opening drawers didn't help either, but something shiny made her mouth form a small o. She looked around, still seeing the lobby was empty aside from herself.

Her fingers wrapped around the handle of a miniature screwdriver, the size that could be used to fix someone's glasses… or in Abby's case, open the back of Sam's phone.

Abby's head barely reached the visitor's top of the desk so when the front door opened, the waiting area appeared unoccupied to Andrea Barr, Sheriff Devins' daughter.

Many small pieces went flying as Devins' door opened behind her.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?" Andrea apologized.

Sam and Dean stood off to the side as Devins made introductions. Dean was staring at Andrea, while Sam was having a hard time forming words. His cell phone, something he had entrusted to his sister, was in pieces on the floor and the desk.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean," he said, eyes fixed on her as he shook her hand.

"They're from the Wildlife Service. About the lake."

"Oh," Andrea said as a boy about Abby's age walked around from behind his mother.

"Hey there. What's your name?" Dean asked.

The only one paying attention to Abby at this point was a still fuming Sam. And his mood hadn't changed when she waved a hand over his broken phone, returning every missing piece to its original place.

"His name is Lucas," the sheriff said as his grandson quickly walked away without speaking.