Fractured

Thanks for the Drawings

Knowing that one of the victims was Andrea's husband, we made our way to the park to see if we could talk to Lucas about the incident.

"Can we join you?" Sam asked from behind Andrea as we walked up to her.

She looked surprised to see us and responded with, "I'm here with my son."

We all looked toward a bench that Lucas was sitting at drawing pictures. An odd thing to do at a playground.

"Oh, you mind if I go say hi to him?" Dean asked politely.

Before Andrea could answer the question, Dean was already making his way to the boy. Andrea and Sam were having a conversation about how Dean should stop trying to flirt with her, so I just watched as Dean interacted with the kid. Dean sat on the ground on the other side of the bench Lucas. It looked like he was trying to talk to the kid, but he didn't seem to be responding. Then the weirdest thing happened, Dean picked up a paper and started to color something as well. I can't believe it Dean Winchester coloring. I couldn't help but snort at sight.

"What?" Sam asked from beside me.

"Look, Dean is coloring," I responded, pointing out the action to Sam. Dean then showed the picture he drew to Lucas, then got up and made his way back over to us. He had a pained look on his face. I wonder what was troubling him so much with this hunt.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad died," Andrea tried to explain why Lucas acted the way he did.

"Yeah, we heard. I'm sorry," Dean said, looking Andrea in the eye.

"When I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw..." Andrea tailed off. The sadness reaching Dean's eyes again.

I saw Lucas get up from his spot from the corner of my eye and make his way over here with one of his drawings in his hands. He walked right up to Dean and gave it to him, and without another word, walked back to his spot at the bench. Andrea and Dean shared a meaningful look.

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Sam was off driving around to see if he could find out more information, so I took this as my opportunity to ask Dean what was going on with him.

"Hey, Dean," I called from my spot on Sam's bed. Him lying down on his.

He sat up from his spot and looked at me, "What's up, Dev?"

I sat up too and looked him in the eye, "Are you okay. You seem a little down. More so than usual today?" I asked gently.

His face scrunched in confusion, "Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

I sighed, moving from my bed to sit next to him on his. I grabbed his hand and said, "After learning that Lucas watched his father drown, you've been acting differently. I know you watched your mom die. So, if you need to talk about it, you can talk to me, or if you want to sit here, we can do that too."

He looked back up to me again, the sadness resurfacing in his eye, "I'd like just to sit here, okay?"I smiled softly at him nodding. He grabbed my hand tighter, sighing looking down to the ground. I could sense his pain radiating off of him. I wish he would open up to me more, but I knew not to push him, just like he knew not to push me. After a few moments of silence, a smile made its way onto my face.

"You know, Andrea seems really nice," I said out loud.

"Yeah, she does, but I would never be able to make that work," Dean said.

"She's still hot," I said, trying to make him feel better. He laughed at that, and so did I. I think it did its job too because his shoulders started to relax a little bit.

Sam then barged into the room, making both Dean and I jump apart. Sam sent us a weird look and said, "So I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie."

My face scrunched up in confusion, "Why's that?"

"I just drove past the Carlton house, and there was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead," Sam explained. I asked, "What" at the same time, Dean asked if he drowned. Sam responding that he did but in his sink.

"Wait, what? How do you drown in a sink?" I asked the boys.

"Wait, so this isn't some creature we are dealing with then, but what is it?" Dean said.

"I don't know, let's find out," Sam said. We all got up and made our way out to the car. We would need answers from Mr. Carlton now if we wanted to know what was happening here.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------When we reached the house, I told the boys to ask Mr. Carlton question, while I looked in his house for any clues. As I was walking around the house, I couldn't help but stand next to the sink. What would be causing this, what spirit had the motive to kill this family, and what people Mr. Carlton knew? I mean, these people don't seem like they've done anything. The house is clean. Nothing suspicious was found in this house.

After walking the house, I exited it while the boys were making their way back to the car. "Did you guys get any info from the guy?" I asked them.

"No, but look at this picture Lucas gave me. It looks familiar?" Dean said, holding it up for me to look at. It matched Mr. Carlton's house to at.

We all glanced at each other, knowing where to go next. When we arrived at Andrea's house, we asked if we could talk to Lucas again. She was reluctant at first but let us talk to him in the end. Lucas was sitting on his floor surrounded by army men and paper. He sure likes to color. Maybe he's too scared to talk, so he draws what he's seen? I don't know, but he knows something, and we need information before someone else dies.

Dean kneeled next to Lucas, "Hey Lucas, remember me?" The boy didn't even acknowledge Dean, and after a few attempts to get the boy to talk, he just handed a drawing to Dean instead. The picture consists of a church, a yellow house, and a red bike. "Thank you, Lucas," Dean said before we headed out again.

1/30/2021- Edited