[NOTES:] Y/n/n = Your nickname. I also changed the age of Y/n when her father died. It was 12 years old, but now she was 14 years old. Also, this chapter is a long one so buckle in!

[12 YEARS AGO - LAWRENCE, KANSAS]

There was faint mumbling outside of Missouri's office. After two hours of Missouri comforting you and trying to calm you down, John Winchester finally made it to the psychic's home. The whispering stopped, the door open and John walked inside. He sighed and sat next to your shaking body. 

"Let's go," he whispered, rubbing your back comfortingly. You stood up and followed him out of the room.

Missouri embraced you and muttered in your ear, "You call me if you need anything, you hear?" 

You nodded slightly and pulled away. You offered Missouri a broken smile, thankful for her generosity. She returned your smile with her own as you walked out of the building with John. 

"I'm taking you to an old friend of mine. He'll be able to keep you safe," John explained as the you of you got into the impala. John sighed, "I know this is hard for you, Y/n, but I need to you tell me what you saw. Can you do that for me?" 

Your lips pouted as you shook your head, a sob slipping through your lips. All of your energy was put into that phone call you made just moments after the death of your father. Your mind still couldn't process what happened. The world around you shattered in an instant and now you didn't know what to do. You just wanted to see Dean, the boy you grew up with and now had a crush on, and for him to tell you that everything was going to be alright. You craved for him to hug you and for him to sing Hey Jude softly in your ear just like his mother did for him. 

John nodded to himself. He went through the same state of shock as you when Mary died. Though he was able to put on a mask and prove himself strong, you couldn't. It was just to much. John started the impala and drove onto the road. 

"The boys are at the motel," he said, explaining why the boys weren't in the car. "I didn't have time to pick them up. I promise they'll come to visit you once I'm done with this hunt." 

You watched the passing scenery, your eyelids becoming heavier by the minute. Your sobs finally subsided, you gave up. You stopped fighting and succumbed to sleep, darkness clouding your vision. 

[PRESENT DAY - SOME RANDOM DINER]

Sitting next to Dean at the diner's bar was a huge mistake. The waitress constantly positioned herself in raunchy poses, showing off her "assets" to get Dean's attention. You ignored it for a while, but now it was just annoying. You and Dean were supposed to be looking for any strange deaths in newspapers, but he wasn't studying the newspaper--he was eyeing the waitress. 

You slap his arm and scowl. "Can you focus, please? Damn." 

Dean cocks an eyebrow at your exasperated behavior. You glare at him and with a flick of your wrist, the newspaper pops up and blocks your face from Dean's sight. He scoffs and shakes his head, finally looking at the paper you gave him. Mumbling incoherently to yourself, you try to concentrate on the paper literally right in front of your face, but the waitress is back, leaning over the counter.

"Can I get you anything else?" she asks Dean, suggestivley puffing out her chest. 

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from groaning in annoyance. Luckily, Sam swoops in to save the day. "Just the check, please," Sam politely replies as he takes a seat next to you. 

"Okay," she says, her voice breathy, and heads back into the kitchen. 

Dean hangs his head as his potential fling walks away and sighs. "You know, we are allowed to have fun once in a while," Dean addresses Sam, turning towards the both of you. "That," Dean points at the waitress, "is fun." You roll your eyes, dropping the newspaper you were holding on the table and glare at Dean. "Don't look at me like that. You were literally 'having fun' with the bartender back in Black Water."

You scoff, "Dean, my type of fun is nothing compared to what you consider fun."

"Whatever," Dean mutters and looks back down at the newspaper. Sam clears his throat, waiting for the two of you to get back on track. "Here," Dean passes Sam his newspaper, pointing at a dead girl's portrait, "take a look at this." Dean looks at you with a smug expression on his face, "I found it while I was studying." 

A sigh escapes your parted lips as you lean closer to Sam to look at what Dean found. "Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin -- last week, Sophie Carlton, 18, 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," Dean explains. You take a sip of your coffee that's now room temperature. The cool liquid runs down your throat into your stomach. Trying to keep down the bile in your throat, you purse your lips together and wip your lips. The taste of cool coffee never sat well with you. "They had a funeral a few days ago."

"A funeral?" Sam asks as if his brother just said the most outrageous thing.

"Yeah, uh, they buried an empty coffin for closure or whatever," Dean replies. 

"Closure?" Sam shakes his head in disbelief. "What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them." 

You clear your throat, the boys heads turn to you. "You'd be surprised to know how many people have to bury empty coffins for closure, Sam. Look, I know you're upset about your dad, but until we get a lead, we're going to continue saving people," you say, giving Sam a stern look. 

"Y/n, the trail is getting colder and colder everyday," Sam argues. 

"So what are we supposed to do?" Dean asks, challenging his brother's point. 

"I don't know. Something, anything!" Sam spits back. He shakes his head becoming more and more on edge. You frown and look at Dean who's expression continues to harden. 

"I'm sick of this attitude," Dean says almost like a father scolding his child. "You don't think I want to find Dad as much as you do?" Sam tries to cut in, but Dean doesn't stop. "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, like Y/n said, we're going to kill everything bad between here and there, okay?" 

The waitress walks past you all, and again, Dean's eyes follow her until she's out of sight. In attempt to lighten the mood, Dean asks you, "Hey, Y/n, why don't you ever dress like that?" 

Your face reddens and you choke a bit on your coffee. You've always been conservative when it came to what you wear. Heck, the only clothes you brought with you was two sweatshirts, the flannel John got you for your birthday, a few t-shirts, jeans and one cami incase it was too hot to wear a shirt under your sweatshirt, but to cold not to have anything underneath it. (Of course, you also packed bras, underwear and socks.) The most scandalous thing you've ever worn was probably a dress one of your friends loaned to you for a date. (During that date your then-boyfriend ended up dumping you, but that's besides the point.) It's not like you don't have anyone to dress up for, so why go through the hassle? 

Dean smirks at your flusteredness, and you swallow to compose yourself. "Shut up, Winchester," you hiss and wipe your mouth. 

"Hey," Sam says pulling your attention to him. Dan mumbles something as he looks at his brother. "How far?" 

~~~

The three of you knock on the Carlton's door and wait for someone to answer. You nibble on your bottom lip, your brows creasing. Sophie Carlton had a brother, Will Carlton, and sadly left him with his father. Your heart went out to the family--losing a child is never easy. Your father told you about your mother's miscarriage before they had you. Your mother cried for months and closed herself out from everyone. Your mother never got to meet her child, but Bill Carlton...he raised his daughter. He got to see her grow into a successful young woman. But now she's dead and can never reach her full potential. 

Will opens the door, an apparent confused look on his face. 

"Will Carlton?" Dean asks as the boy glances at the three of you. He mumbles a yeah, still confused why anyone would be visiting his house. "I'm agent Ford. This is agent Hamill and that's agent Gavin. We're with the U.S. Wildlife service." Dean holds up his badge for Will to look at.

Will brought you and the boys to his backyard where the lake is. You took note of his father who sits on the dock looking out at the lake. 

Wll sighs and gazes at the water, "She was about 100 yards out. That's where she got dragged down." He looks at the three of you, his eyes sad. 

You brows crease and your lips pull into a thin line. You'd hate to be in the kid's shoes right now. "I hate to question you, but you're sure it wasn't an accidental drowning?" you ask him. 

He shakes his head and looks back at the lake. "She was a varsity swimmer," he smiles full of pride from his sister's achievements. His smile disappears as quickly as he continues. "She practically grew up in that lake. She's as safe out there as in her own bathroom."

You swallow and shift your weight. Of course she had to be the most unlikely person to drown. That just made it ten times more harder for the family to come to terms with what happened. 

"So no splashing, no signs of distress?" Sam asks. 

"No, that's what I'm telling you."

"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe something dark under the surface?" Sam persistently tries to look for the answer you need, anything to tip of that there is something supernatural going on here. 

"No, again, she was really far out there," Will clarifies. 

"You ever see any strange tracks by the shore line?" Dean questions. 

"No, never. Why? What do you think's out there?" Will asks, his brow creasing with concern and wonder. 

"We'll let you know as soon as we do," you reply, giving the boy a curt nod. Your eyes trail over to the old man that sits at the dock "Do you think we could talk to your father?"

Will looks back at his dad and sighs. "Look, if you don't mind, I mean, he didn't see anything, and he's kinda been through a lot."

"We understand," Sam says. You and the youngest Winchester turn around and meet Dean at the car. The three of your exchange glances, the suspicion that something is actually wrong here solidifying itself. 

~~~

"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the wildlife service care about an accidental drowning?" the officer asks you as you walk into his office. 

"Are you sure it's accidental?" you challenge. "Will Carlton saw something grab his sister."

"Like what? Please sit," he gestures at the two chairs by his desk. You let the boys sit down while you stand between the two of them. "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," the man counters, his voice annoyed. 

"Yeah, right," Dean chuckles but gives you and Sam a look that says otherwise. Sam leans back in his chair and attentively listens to what the officer has to say.

"Will Carlton was traumatized," the officer argues, "and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still, we dragged that entire lake." He sits in his chair and folds his hands. "We even ran a sonar sweep just to be sure, and there was nothing down there."

"It's weird though," Dean says, leaning forward in his seat and resting his arms on his knees. "Isn't that the third missing body this year?" 

"Yes, I know," the man agrees. "These are people from my town--these are people I care about." Dean mumbles an understand as the officer sighs and falls back in his chair. "All this--it won't be much of a problem much longer." He shakes his head. 

"What do you mean?" Dean asks.

"Well, the dam of course," the officer remarks as if what he was getting at was obvious. Sam nods. 

"Oh right, the dam. It's falling apart, ain't it?" you inquire. You silently thank yourself for doing a little research on the town before stopping here. 

"That's right," the officer sighs. "The feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they've opened the spillway."

"So there won't be much of a lake in six months," you add. 

The officer nods. "There won't be much of a town either."

"It's a shame, truly." You feign a smile. 

There's a knock at the door and the woman about your age enters the room. "Sorry, am I interrupting something? I can come back later," she says before excusing herself. The boys stand up and look at the unexpected guest. Dean in particular looks the woman over with a grin. You roll your his at his unprofessional behavior. 

"Gentlemen, lady, this is my daughter," the officer introduces you to the lady. 

"Pleasure to meet you," Dean says stepping in front of you to shake the girls hand, "I'm Dean." 

"Andrea Bar. Hi," she replies and exchanges hi's with Dean. 

"They're from the wildlife service about the lake," her father explains, propping his hands on his hips. 

"Oh," Andrea says quietly, clearly caught of guard. She glances at you and Sam who stand silently and observe her reaction. Then, a child peers out from behind her. 

"Oh, hello," you say cheerfully and crouch down to be eye level with the boy. "What's your name?" 

He looks at the ground then turns away and walks out of the room. You look up at Andrea with concerned eyes. She turns around and follows her son.

"His name is Lucas," Officer Devins says. You watch Andrea hand her son a crayon and he begins to draw. 

"Is he okay?" Sam asks, turning around to face Devins. 

"My grandson's been through a lot," Devins explains in a soft tone. You stand up and step between the Winchesters to look at the officer. "We all have." He walks out from behind his desk and sighs, "Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know." 

"Thanks," Dean says and exits the office. You and Sam follow behind but stop as Dean turns around. "You know, now that you mention it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Andrea turns around and smiles.

You and Sam share the same exasperated looks, Dean is yet again, cruising for a hook-up. 

"Lakefront Motel--go around the corner, it's two blocks up," she replies. 

"Two--would you mind showing us?" Dean asks with a grin. You roll your eyes and bite your lip, baffled that Dean is flirting with the officer's daughter right in front of him.

Andrea laughs, "You want me to walk you to blocks?" 

"Not if it's any trouble," Dean replies with a shake of his head. 

"I'm headed that way anyway," Andrea remarks. "I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three. We'll go to the park okay, sweetie?" She leans over and kisses Lucas's head. 

Dean waves to Officer Luke Devins as you all follow Andrea out of the station. 

"So, cute kid," Dean states trying to make conversation with Andrea as she leads you down the road. 

"Thanks."

"Kids are the best, huh?" Dean says as you all cross the street. Andrea just glances over her shoulder and smiles at Dean. You watch your feet, becoming extremely uncomfortable with Dean's stupid attempts with pick-up lines. 

"There it is," Andrea says stopped in front of a huge sign that says Lakefront Motel. "Like I said, two blocks."

"Thanks," Sam says, putting his hands in his pockets. 

Andrea turns to Dean. "It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up line." Dean's face drops as Andrea walks away. "Enjoy your stay."

"She's not wrong," You mumble. 

Sam snickers. "'Kids are the best?' You don't even like kids."

"I love kids!" Dean blatantly lies. 

You scoff, "Name three children you even know." 

Dean shifts his weight and holds out his fingers to start counting. He opens his mouth to rattle of some kid's name, but nothing comes out. You shake your head and walk towards the motel's entrance with Sam. "I'm thinking!" Dean calls out at the two of you, only getting a shake of the head from you and a laugh from Sam. 

~~~

Since the motel rooms didn't come with a couch and none of the rooms are big enough to hold three beds, you had to get your own room. You honestly didn't mind, it was kinda you were back in Hailey, Idaho, expect in a cheap motel room. Still, you enjoyed your time alone from the boys and took a brisk shower before heading over to the boy's rooms. You threw your wet hair up into a messy bun and slipped into your favorite sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. 

You walk into the boys' room to find Dean going through his bag of clothes, finding which ones were clean and which weren't, and Sam researching as usual. Sam greets you, his eyes nevering leaving his laptop screen as he clicks through articles. 

"Find anything?" You ask him, leaning over his shoulder, getting a glance at the computer screen yourself. 

"There were six more drowning victims in the past 35 years, not including the 3 from this year," Sam explains. You notice the headlines: 12-YEAR-OLD GIRL DROWNS IN LAKE. Your heart shakes, another young death. "None of those bodies were recovered either," Sam adds. "If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace."

"So what? We got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean suggests tossing a shirt onto his bed. 

"I doubt it. I mean, a lake monster? Come on," You reply shaking your head. 

"I agree. This whole lake-monster theory--it bugs me," Sam agrees. 

"Why?" Dean asks, walking over to you and Sam and looking at the laptop screen. 

"Loch Ness, Lake Champlain--there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here almost nothing," Sam explains his hesitance. "Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it." 

"Wait," Dean points at the screen, "Bar. Christopher Bar--where have I heard that name before?" 

Sam heads the headline, "Christopher Bar, victim in May." He clicks on the article and a picture of a soaked, frightened Lucas wrapped in a towel pops up. "Oh. Christopher Bar was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently, he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was out on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned two hours before the kid got rescued." 

You straighten your posture and wrap your arms around your body. Looks like you and Lucas have more in common than you thought. Look glanced at Dean who shared the same pained expression as you. Both of you witnessed your parents die, and both of you didn't talk for weeks after the incidents. You gulp as the memories of the past flood your mind. 

[22 YEARS AGO - LAWRENCE, KANSAS]

Dean peered into his baby brother's crib. Little Sammy slept peacefully, oblivious to his brother watching over him. You hid behind the door frame, poking your head out ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of your best friend. Your father and John were in the kitchen talking about whatever it was they talked about--you were too young to understand what they conspiring about. 

You nibbled your bottom lip. After multiple failed attempts of trying to get Dean to talk, you were hesitant to confront him again in fear of rejection. Your father told you that Dean wasn't mad at you, that he was just coping with what he saw. What Dean saw exactly, you didn't know, but it must've been bad