The Littlest Winchester

Chapter 3

We were at a diner, I was in the restroom, I wonder why they call it a restroom? You don't sleep in there, so why rest? I walked out and back to Sam,
I said" Sam, why is a restroom called that?"
He made a thinking face then said" I actually don't know that, Haz." He smiled down at me,
" I'm gonna ask dean." He nodded, then we walked back to where dean was talking to some waitress.
Sam sat down, saying" just the check, please."
The girl said" okay." I climbed onto a seat next to Sam,
Dean said" you know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while. That's fun. Here, take a look at this. I think I got one. 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. They had a funeral two days ago."
" a funeral?"
" yeah, they buried an empty coffin for closure or whatever."
" closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them."
" something you wanna say to me?"
" the trail for dad-- it's getting colder every day."
" what are we suppose to do?"
" I don't know. Something. Anything." They're fighting again.
" I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I want to find dad as much as you do? 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, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there, okay?"
" alright, lake Manitoc." Dean wasn't paying attention," hey."
" huh?"
" how far?"

We were on the road, again, I was sitting between Sam and Dean, I laid my head on Sam's arm, and then fell asleep.

They went to talk to the sheriff of this town, I was sitting waiting for them. I was getting sleepy, but I can't sleep during the day because dean says I get grumpy at night. Soon, a woman and a boy walked by, the woman smiled at me, I smiled back, they went to the room Sam and Dean were in. They walked back out, I laid my head in my arms, waiting for Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean walked out, I ran to Dean's side and tugged on his jacket, he lifted me up, he said" you know, now that you mention it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" I laid my head on Dean's shoulder, my eyes started to close but I had to keep them open,
The woman said" lakefront motel-- go around the corner, it's two blocks up." Sam looked at me,
" two-- would you mind showing us?"
" you want me to walk you two blocks?"
" not if it's any trouble."
" I'm headed that way anyway.--" I was switched to Sam's arms which caused me to let out a tiny whine from the sudden change.

We were walking to the motel,
Sam mumbled" go to sleep, Haz."
I hummed and fell asleep, instantly.

I woke up to Dean saying" Come on, Hazel, wake up, we need to you to run some energy." I opened my eyes and saw dean looking down at me, I rolled till I was on the ground," come on." He lifted me up and carried me out of the motel room we were in.

We got to a park, I learned the woman and boy was Andrea and Lucas, Lucas was an eye witness to this case. We walked up to Andrea,
Sam said" can we join you?"
Andrea said" I'm here with my son." I squirmed in dean's arms, Dean put me down and I ran off to Lucas, I sat next to him and looked at him.
I said" hi, 'm Hazel." He looked at me then went back to his drawings, I looked at his drawings, what was he drawing?
Dean walked over, he said" how's it going?" Dean looked at the toy soldiers," oh, I used to love these things." Then made fake gunfires and booms, he saw that wasn't working, he looked at me. I pointed to the crayons," so crayons are more your thing? That's cool. Chicks dig artists. Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if I sit and draw with you for a while? I'm not so bad myself." He's can't draw, to save his life! I looked at Lucas, he was drawing a boat." you know, I'm thinking you can hear me. You just don't want to talk. 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. Anyway... well, maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you or, uh... 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. Okay, no problem. This is for you. This is my family. That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, adorable little sister, and that's me. Alright, so I'm a sucky artist. I'll see you around, Lucas." He got up and walked away, I looked at Lucas as he picked up the drawing that dean drew. I said" he can't draw. But he can listen. Whatcha drawing?" I looked at the picture, a boat in the water? He picked up a picture of a house, I looked at it, a house? He stood up and walked to Dean, giving him the picture, I followed,
Dean said" thanks. Thanks, Lucas." Lucas walked away, a house, a boat in water, a red bike... what's that mean?