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(1.3) DITW: Part three

“Heroes don’t always wear capes”

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, language, accidental drowning, near major character death, little bit of fluff 

Summary: In a small town in Wisconsin, Y/N and the brothers investigate a series of mysterious drownings officially explained as drownings.

Word count: 3,973

Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist

After witnessing what happened, it didn’t take long for the cops to respond. The most logical thing to do was head to the police station with Officer Bar. As you headed inside, you saw Andrea and Lucas sitting behind the desk.

Her head shot up and stared at the three of you, “I didn’t expect to see you here,” She said, watching as all of you headed back. She stood up and placed what she was holding on the seat.

“So now you’re on a first name basis.” Officer Bar commented, turning around to look at the three of you. He turned his attention back to his daughter with slight confusion in his voice. “What are you doing here?”

“I brought you dinner.” She said, her hand gesturing to the bags. You saw that Lucas was staring at the ground, not looking up at anyone. But he looked like he was about to cry at any second.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I really don’t have the time.” He said, taking off his jacket and placing it somewhere.

Andrea looked at the three of you before turning her attention back to her father. “I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true?” Officer Bar immediately looked up her daughter with surprise at her sudden knowledge. “Is something going on with the lake?”

Officer bar glanced over his shoulder at the three of you, he wasn’t pleased at what his daughter was asking. “Right now, we don’t know what the truth is,” You turned your head to see Lucas, he was rocking back and forth in his seat. “But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went home.”

Suddenly Lucas whimpered, bolting out of his seat and headed to you. Lucas tugged on your jacket sleeve. “Lucas, hey, what is it?” You asked, but the boy kept pulling, as if he wanted you to go somewhere with him.

“Lucas, Lucas, it’s okay.” Andrea rushed over to her son, trying to comfort him. “It’s okay.”

But he just wouldn’t stop, he kept tugging pulling at your sleeve. You crouched down and started talking to him again. “Lucas, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.” You placed a hand on his head, trying your hardest to calm him down.

Somehow Andrea got him under control, just enough, to take him out of the station. But Lucas wasn’t happy, he kept his eyes straight on you until he was lead outside and gone from sight. You watched as just stood there as you suddenly felt a mix of sadness and confusion. Dean looked at you with concern as he placed a hand onto your back, causing you to look at him.

“Come on,” He whispered, nodding his head to the side. You looked one more time at the door before following behind him into the office.

You let Sam and Dean take the seats as you leaned against the wall and listened to what Officer Bar wanted to discuss with you. It all seemed to be going fine, until he opened his mouth and let out something you weren’t quite expecting.

“Okay, just so I’m clear, you see…something attack Bill’s boat,” Officer Bar was sitting on his desk, his tone was filled with confusion as he repeated what you told him. “Sending Bill, who is a very good swimmer, by the way,” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, waiting to hear hat else he was about to say. “Into the drink, and you never see him again?”

“Yeah,” You said, shrugging your shoulders. “That about sums it up.”

Officer Bar let out a scoff, “And I’m supposed to believe this, even though I’ve already sonar-swept that entire lake and what you’re describing is impossible.” You froze in place when he spoke again after a few seconds. “You’re not really Wildlife Service, are you?” You nervously gulped, straightening your position. “That’s right, I checked. The department’s never heard of you three.”

“Now we can explain that,” Dean tried to make an excuse, but the officer wasn’t in the mood for it.

“Enough, please.” Officer Bar said. “The only reason you’re breathing free air is one of Bill’s neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did.”

You pushed yourself off the wall, taking a step forward between both of the boys. You knew your anger was getting the best of you when you spoke up. “Are you implying something?” You asked, looking the officer straight in the eye. Before you could get any further, Dean grabbed your arm and pulled you backwards.

The officer looked at you for a few moments before speaking again. “We have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton’s disappearance,” He looked at the three of you, a threatening glare written across his face. “Or we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town into your rear view mirror,” His tone was becoming more harsher as he pointed a finger straight at you. “And don’t ever darken my doorstep again.”

“Door number two sounds good.” Sam answered.

“That’s the one I’d pick.” Officer Bar commented, you rolled your eyes again.

~~~

The three of you were back on the road. You didn’t want to leave when you were getting so close to solving this case. But if you went back there, you’d get thrown into jail and that was not a place you wanted to be at again. Rock music played in the background, it was already dark when the car pulled up to a red light. You turned your head to see that the light flashed from red to green, but Dean’s foot was still on the brake.

“Green.” Sam said, turning his head to look at his brother.

“What?” Dean asked.

“Light’s green.” Sam repeated. It took a few seconds, but the car started going again. But his brows furrowed when the car turned right. “Ah, the interstate’s the other way.” Sam pointed out.

“I know,” Dean said in a matter of fact voice.

“But Dean, this job- I think it’s over,” Sam argued with his brother, not wanting to spend the night in jail. “If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney, and Peter’s spirit got revenge, case closed.” He reminded his brother. “The spirit should be at rest.”

“So what if we take off and this thing isn’t done?” Dean asked, looking at his little brother. “What if we missed something? What if more people get hurt?”

“But why would you think that?” Sam questioned with confusion.

“Because Lucas was really scared.” You spoke up, pointing out the obvious.

“That’s what this is about?” Sam asked you both, “Just because Lucas was acting out?”

“I don’t know about Dean, but I don’t want to leave here until the kid is okay.” You confessed to Sam.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Dean admitted. Sam looked at him with shock. “Who are you and what have you done with my brother?” He teased with a smirk.

Dean looked over at his little brother and rolled his eyes. “Shut up.” He muttered, paying his attention back on the road.

Deciding to check up on Lucas, the three of you headed to the Bar household to see how things were going. It wasn’t too late, you suspected that they were winding down for the night before heading to bed. All three of you stood outside and observed the outside interior.

“Are you sure about this?” Sam asked, looking around at the place. “It’s pretty late, man.”

You ignored Sam’s question as you reached to ring the doorbell, but it seemed that the door was ripped open before you had the chance. Lucas was panting as he looked panicked. He didn’t say anything as he bolted off again, all of you followed as you raced upstairs to that there was water coming from the first door on the left when you got to the top of the stairs.

You grabbed Lucas and wrapped your arms around him to keep him out the way as Dean kicked the door open and raced inside. You saw Andrea was in the bathtub, struggling to keep her head up from the water. You gripped Lucas tighter as he hugged onto you. Sam bolted for Andrea, trying his hardest to get her out of the spirit’s grips. It felt like forever until it finally ended.

You watched as Sam pulled Andrea out of the water as she started coughing. They dropped to the floor and you let out a sigh of relief and hugged Lucas back, letting him know that everything was going to be okay.

After getting everything calmed down, you and Sam lead Andrea to her living room. You saw that dawn was approaching through the window as you glanced around the home. Dean was around here somewhere, probably searching the place for clues. You turned your head as Sam tried asking her questions.

“What can you tell me?” He asked.

“No. It doesn’t make any sense.” Andrea muttered, shaking her head as she began to sob. She placed her hands inside her face and began to cry. “I’m going crazy,” She sobbed.

You placed a hand on her back, rubbing it as you tried to calm her down. “Shh, you’re not. I promise.” You whispered. “Tell us what happened- everything.”

She dried her tears, and looked at the ground.“I heard-” She kept quiet for a few moments, thinking to herself. “I thought I heard…” You nodded for her to continue. “There was this voice.”

“What did it say?” Sam asked.

“It said- it said, ‘come play with me.’” She said, you and Sam looked at one another. Andrea couldn’t help herself but sob again. “What’s happening?”

She started crying and you tried your hardest to calm her down as you watched Dean appear into the room with a book in his hands. He came up to the three of you and put it down on the coffee table. He opened it up and pointed to an old photograph of what looked to be a group of boy scouts.

“Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?” Dean asked, leaning over the table.

“What?” Andrea asked, it took her a few seconds to observe the picture and change her tone. “Uh, no, I mean, except that’s my dad right there.” She said, pointing to the one picture, then another little boy on the left of another one. “He must have been twelve in these pictures.”

“Chris Bar’s drowning- the connection wasn’t to Bill Carlton.” Dean said, looking at you and Sam. “It must have been the sheriff.”

“Bill and the sheriff- they were both involved with Peter.” Sam said, making the connection.

“But wait, what about Chris?” You questioned.

Andrea wasn’t getting it, “My dad- what are you talking about?” She asked, her tone was becoming sharp as she looked at Sam.

You saw that Dean turned his head, you glanced over to see that Lucas was standing at the window, staring off at something in the distance. “Lucas? Lucas, what is it?”

But he didn’t answer, he just walked over and opened the front door, stepping outside causing everyone to follow behind. He walked a few yards from the house, Andrea calling behind as she followed her son until he stopped just next to the woods, stepping on a bed of moss. He looked up at you, as if he found something.

“You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?” You instructed, watching as Andrea grabbed her son and headed back inside.

Sam headed back to the car to grab three shovels as Dean took off his jacket. The three of you began to dig around in the dirt for a few seconds. It only took about two digs until you heard a thunk. You threw your shovel to the ground before dropping to your knees and began to dig with your hands as the boys followed behind until Sam got a hold of something. Dean helped his brother, pulling out what looked to be a red bike that was covered in rust and dirt.

“Peter’s bike,” You said, looking at both of the boys as they dropped it.

“Who are you?” You turned your head to see it was Officer Bar, holding a gun to the three of you.

You nervously swallowed as you slowly put your hands up, trying your hardest to stay calm.This was the first time you’ve ever had a gun pointed in your direction.

“Put the gun down, Jake.” Sam said as he kept his eyes straight on the barrel of the gun.

“How did you know it was there?” He questioned, shaking in anger as he looked down at the bike, then back at the three of you.

“What happened- you and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake and buried the bike?” You asked, clenching your jaw when you saw the gun slowly started to point at you. You swallowed what fear you had and spoke up again. “You can’t bury the truth, Jake. Nothing ever stays hidden forever.”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” Officer Bar lied.

“You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago.” Dean reminded him. “And now you got one seriously pissed-spirit.”

Suddenly you saw Andrea come running out of nowhere, she stopped just a foot away from her father as she looked at everyone with shock and confusion.

“It’s gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love.” You explained to him, in a calm tone of voice. “It’s gonna drown them, and it’s gonna drag their bodies God knows where so you can feel the same pain Peter’s mom felt. And then after that, it’s gonna take you, and it’s not gonna stop until it does.”

“How do you know that?” Officer Bar questioned, giving you a look of confusion.

“Because I’m psychic, dumb ass” You spat out. You sighed, reminding yourself that he had a gun pointed at you. “Because that’s exactly what it did to Bill Carlton.”

Officer Bar scoffed, “Listen to yourselves. All three of you. You’re insane.”

“I really don’t give a rat’s ass what you think of us,” You shrugged your shoulders as you continued talking. “But if we’re gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust.” You were kind of proud of yourself for remembering how to get rid of a spirit.

But then it struck you, as you suddenly looked at the officer with anger. “Tell me you buried Peter’s body. Tell me you didn’t just let him go in the lake.”

Andrea spoke up, looking at her father for clarification of what she was hearing. “Dad, is any of this true?”

“No. Don’t listen to them. They’re liars. And they’re dangerous.” Officer Bar lied, again, as he looked at his daughter with an innocent face before looking back at the three of you.

“Something tried to drown me. Chris died in that lake.” Andrea spoke up, anger rising in her voice. “Dad, look at me.” He slowly turned his head, frantically looking around before making eye contact with her. “Tell me you- you didn’t kill anyone.” But he didn’t say anything as he looked down at the ground. “Oh. my God.”

“Billy and I were at the lake.” Officer Bar began explaining. “Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time…it got rough.” You watched as he looked into his daughter’s eyes for a moment, before dropping his gaze back to the ground. “We were holding his head under the water. We didn’t mean to, but we held him under too long, and he drowned.”

Andrea looked horrified at what she was hearing, she tried to look away as her father told the rest of the story. “We let the body go, and it sank.” You sighed to yourself, looking away as your mind tried to soak up the information. "Oh, Andrea.“ Officer Bar sighed, trying his hardest to stay composed. "We were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake, but, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost-” Disgust was written across her face as she looked up at her father. “It’s not rational.”

“All right, listen to me, all of you.” Dean began, “We need to get you away from this lake as far as we can right now.”

You heard Andrea gasp as you quickly turned your head to see that Lucas was bent down on the docks, trying his hardest to reach the water to grab a toy he had dropped. Before you could stop yourself, you started running as fast as you could to the docks as everyone followed behind.

In just the matter of seconds, the trees opened up as you reached the edge of the water and without thinking, you dove straight into the lake, Sam and Dean following close behind. You pumped your arms and legs, trying your hardest to navigate through the murky water.

It felt like you were under there forever, your lungs burned from the lack of oxygen as your vision was becoming blurry from the many times you opened your eyes. You kept swimming, ignoring the times that someone was calling your name. You had to do this, you needed to save Lucas’ life before it was too late.

In the distance, you saw something rise from the bottom, Lucas. you tried your hardest to reach him before the spirit did, but just your luck, you found yourself caught onto something. You looked towards your leg, trying your hardest to see what you were caught on so you could get out of the water before it was too late.

You could see that someone else, possibly Dean had grabbed Lucas, but you still remained underneath the surface, struggling to keep alive. But the burning sensation in your lungs made you scream out as you kept trying your hardest to get unstuck.

Slowly, but surely, you could feel the air within you begin to fade away and all you could feel at that point were two strong arms wrapping around you to pull you back up to the surface.

~~~

When Dean got Lucas back up to the surface and made sure that he was all right and breathing, he couldn’t help himself but look around and notice that instead of five, there were four people. Of course, the sheriff was now taken away by Peter. But fright quickly washed over Dean as he looked over towards his brother.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked Sam, who looked around the lake, only to find no one in sight. Dean cursed underneath his breath and quickly dove back under the water

The years he had spent away from you were the hardest. He wanted nothing more than to see you again, and he finally had. The day he had to leave you to go back on the road with his father was the day he regretted most. He already lost you once, he couldn’t lose you again. And if you were still by any chance holding on for your life, he was never going to let you go.

Dean managed to get to you, noticing you had gotten caught onto something, he freed you. But when you just sat there for a couple of seconds instead of instantly going up to the surface, he knew that something was wrong. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around your tiny figure and brought you back up to the surface.

As quick as can be, he had Sam, who was now sitting up on the dock, lift you up onto it. Dean placed both of his hands onto the dock and with a jump, he lifted himself onto the platform all before crawling to you.

Placing both hands onto your chest, he began pumping, hoping to get the water out of your lungs and the air circulating through again. “Come on.” He muttered underneath his breath as he pumped for a third time, only to have once again, nothing. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t die on me. I can’t lose you again.”

And by some miracle, you coughed up the water you had in your lungs. Your beautiful Y/E/C eyes flickered up as you sat up, immediately wrapping your arms around Dean. He hugged you tightly as he looked up at Sam and Andrea, their faces now filled with relief, as they were filled with worry before.

~~~

You all headed back to the motel to get some dry clothes. As the boys tossed their bags into the backseat, you saw that Dean was looking rather down from what had gone down earlier. You sighed, trying your hardest to think of something to get him out of this mood.

“Look, we’re not gonna save everybody.” Sam confronted his brother.

Dean sighed, “I know.”

You heard someone call your names, you turned around to see it was Andrea and Lucas. You smiled as they approach the three of you. You all walked up towards them and Dean greeted them with a hello.

“We’re glad we caught you.” Andrea said, you looked down to see Lucas was holding a plate of food. “We just, um, we made you lunch for the road. Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself.”

“Can I give it to them now?” You heard Lucas speak up for the first time, you couldn’t help but grin. He looked so much more happier.

“Of course,” Andrea said as she leaned down and kissed his forehead.

Dean leaned down and helped him. “Come on, Lucas. Let’s load this into the car.” You watched as the two of them walked off towards the Impala, you smiled at how cute the two of them were.

It was quiet between the three of you for a few moments, until Sam spoke up. “How are you holding up?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

She sighed, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?”

You sighed to yourself “Andrea, I’m sorry.” You couldn’t help but apologize for what happened with her father.

“You saved my son.” She told the both of you with a smile. “I can’t ask for more than that.” She let in a breath. “Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that.”

You smiled at the thought and walked over to the car where Dean and Lucas were talking. You crossed your arms over your chest as Andrea said thank you one more time. You gave her a quick hug and said goodbye to Lucas before turning to face the brothers. You looked over Dean for a moment, before turning your gaze over to Sam. “Hey, uh.. Sammy? Could you possibly give us some privacy?” You asked him.

The younger Winchester nodded his head yes as he slipped himself inside the passenger side of the Impala. You smiled to yourself, before looking back at Dean. Without a second thought, you reached up to cup both sides of his face with the palm of your hands, bringing him into a passionate kiss. Dean instantly kissed you back, his eyes fluttering shut as he placed his hands on each side of your hip, pulling you impossibly closer to his body.

The kiss you two were sharing lasted for a good minute before you finally pulled yourself away from him and looked straight into his eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You gave him a warm smile when you realized that the spark between the two of you was still there after seven years of being apart.

“Thank you for saving my life back there.” Your voice came out soft, but it was loud enough for him to hear it. He gave you a smile as he leaned forward again, giving you a peck on the lips before pressing his forehead against yours.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He said.

Your lips stretched into a wider smile as you pulled away from him. You slipped yourself into the backseat of the Impala, leaving Dean standing there with a goofy grin on his face. You were finally his again, and he felt like the luckiest man on earth.

~~~

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(1.3) DITW: Part two

“Drawings speak louder than words”

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, language

Summary: In a small town in Wisconsin, Y/N and the brothers investigate a series of mysterious drownings officially explained as drownings.

Word count: 3,605

Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist

You and the brothers headed to the park, where a group of kids were running around the playground. You noticed Andrea was sitting on the bench, watching over her son Lucas, who was in the middle of the grass coloring by himself. "Can we join you?" Sam asked, you stopped at his side and smiled at Andrea.

She seemed a little taken back by your sudden appearance, but she smiled. "I'm here with my son."

"Mind if I say hi?" You asked. She nodded her head yes and you headed over to Lucas. You knew what the child was going through in some way, and you hoped this would make it a little easier for him to open up to you. When you got up to Lucas, you crouched down so you were at eye level with him. "How's it going?" you asked, but the boy remained silent, still drawing a picture. Your eyes jumped to the little green army men and chuckled to yourself. "Oh, I have a nephew back home who loves these things." You said. You grabbed one of the little soldiers and made gun noises before pretending that it had gotten shot as you dropped it.

You looked to see that Lucas didn't even budge. "So crayons is more of your thing?" You asked, putting the toy back and observing at what he was doing. You noticed a stack of drawings that he had done. The top one was a black circle and the one that you flipped to next was a bike. Your eyebrows furrowed at the transition."You mind if I sit and draw with you for a while?" You asked, picking up a crayon. "I'm not so bad myself." You picked up a stack of construction paper and laid it down on your lap and began drawing.

You drew a picture of something on the top of your head, "You know, I'm thinking you can hear me. You just don't want to talk." You began, eyes jumping up to look at him. "But I know it was something real bad."

You fell silent for a few moments as you looked up from the paper and stared at Lucas. "I think I know how you feel." You said, continuing to draw yourself. "I wasn't exactly your age, but uh, I saw something a few years ago.." It became quiet between the two of you for a few more seconds. You stared down at the ground as I thought for a few moments. "Anyway...Well, maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you or, uh...or believe you." You glanced back up at Lucas. "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." You suggested, but Lucas didn't say anything. "Okay, no problem." You muttered to yourself.

You put down your crayon and turned to the little boy. "This is for you." You said as you showed the picture to Lucas, pointing to the different people you drew. "This is my family.. That's my dad. That's my mom. These two are my best friends who are standing over there." You pointed towards where his mother was at, talking to Sam and Dean. "I'll tell you a little secret, I like the one with the short hair. His brother can be kind of a nerd, but he’s okay, too.. And these three.. they're also my best friends, more like sisters, all though they're not here. I just couldn't leave them out." You pointed to your attempt at drawing the Halliwell sisters. "And that's me." You smiled, but Lucas still didn't say anything to you. "All right, so I'm a sucky artist. I'll see you around, Lucas."

You put down the paper as you got up and headed back to Andrea and the brothers, you looked over your shoulder to see that Lucas had stopped drawing. He picked up your picture and observed it and you smiled to yourself. You weren't bad with kids, you knew how to handle them. And you hope somehow you managed to get through to Lucas.

"Lucas hasn't said a word," You heard Andrea explain as she was standing next to Sam, her arms crossed over her chest. "Not even to me- Not since his Dad's accident." She turned her head to glance at you.

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry." Dean said, she nodded and looked at the ground.

"What are the doctors saying?" Sam asked, looking at Andrea.

She shrugged her shoulders. "That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress." She explained.

"That can't be easy for either of you." Sam sympathized, looking at Lucas than Andrea again.

"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot." She looked at three of you, you could tell she was getting a little emotional. "It's just...When I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw...kids are strong."

"You'd be surprised what they can deal with." You said, looking at her.

She turned to look at the three of you again. "You know, he used to have such life." She smiled at the memory as she crossed her arms over her chest. "He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth." She grinned, turning her head to look at her son, but it dropped again. "Now he just sit there, drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish-" She saw that her son was walking up now, something dangled in his hands. "Hey, sweetie."

But he ignored her as he handed a picture over to you and looked down at the ground. "Thanks, Lucas." You said while observing the picture to see that it was a house with grass and two little animals outside. Lucas walked away and went back to his drawings. All four of you looked at one another.

This was a start.

~~~

While Dean sat on his bed in the motel room he and his brother shared, just to keeping to himself, you decided to make a warm cup of coffee. You leaned against the counter as you took a sip of your drink, allowing your mind to think about Wyatt and Chris again. But it wasn't long until you could see Dean raising a brow at you, wondering what's been going on in your mind.

"What?" You asked.

Dean shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Nothing.. what are you thinking about, though?"

"Nothing." You quickly defended yourself.

Before he could say anything, his attention on you was ripped away to the bedroom door being opened and shut. Sam had come back and walked up straight to Dean.

"So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie.' Sam said as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, he looked rather angry at his findings.

"What do you mean?" You asked. You moved a bit closer and listened to what Sam had found.

"I just drove past the Carlton house." Sam explained, looking at you and Dean while he told the unexpected news. "There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead."

Part of you wasn't shocked at the news, but Dean asked the question that buzzed inside your mind. "He drowned?"

"Yep, in the sink." Sam said, you looked at him for a few seconds, trying to make sure what he said was true.

"What the hell?" Dean muttered to himself, turning his head to look at the ground, then at his brother. "So this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else."

"Yeah, but what?" You questioned.

"I don't know," Dean said while looking at you and Sam. "A water wrath, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean something that controls waters..."

It was quiet between the three of you for a few moments, trying to think of a possible answer. Suddenly it clicked in your head. "...Or water that comes from the same source." You snapped your fingers, looking at both of the boys.

"The lake- which would explain why it's upping the body count." Sam went on, glancing between the both of you. "The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months. Whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it's running out of time."

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone almost anywhere." Dean said, jumping from the bed and heading over to the seat, putting his shoes on. "This thing is gonna happen again."

"This has got something to do with Bill Carlton," Sam suspected, glancing over at his brother.

"Obviously, it took both his kids." You stated.

"And I've been asking around. Lucas' dad, Chris- Bill Carlton's godson." Sam said, you sighed as you patted the bed, pushing yourself up.

"Let's go pay ourselves a visit to Mr. Carlton." You suggested, looking at both of the boys.

~~~

You had found the man sitting on the docks again. You walked up to him, softly calling his name. His eyes jumped up from the water to look at the three of you as all you headed up to him. You noticed he had a heartbroken expression etched onto his face.

"We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind." You stated as he continued to stare at the lake. "We're from the department-"

"I don't care who you're with," He simply said, his voice sounded like he was on the verge of crying. "I've answered enough questions today."

"Your son said that he saw something in that lake." Sam tried himself, gesturing to the lake with his shoulder. "What about you? You ever see anything out there?" But he didn't say anything, he just kept quiet as you saw his bottom lip slightly quiver. "Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death- we think there might be a connection to you or your family."

"My children are gone. Its..." Mr. Carlton kept quiet for a few moments, trying to keep himself composed. "It's worse than dying."

You clenched your jaw his words. Part of you wondered if losing a child was the worst thing than losing a lover, or even a parent.

"Go away...please." Mr. Carlton muttered, trying his hardest to be polite.

The three of you did as you were told and walked back to the Impala, As you were near enough to the car, the boys were reflecting on what happened before stopping at the car.

"What do you think?" Sam asked, heading towards the passenger side.

"I think the poor guy's been through hell." Dean admitted, "I also think he's not telling us something."

"So, what now?" Sam questioned, leaning his side against the car. He turned his head to see that you were focusing on something for a long moment. "What is it?"

"Huh," You muttered to yourself, your eyes fixated on the house. "Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something." You pulled out the picture Lucas drew for you, unfolding it as you placed it up to the house. It was almost a perfect match. All three of you looked at one another with suspicion.

~~~

"I'm sorry. But I just don't think it's a good idea." Andrea said, standing with her hands on her hips. She let the three of you in her home after trying to explain the situation the best you could, without spilling what was really happening, afraid she might freak out.

"I just need to talk to him, just for a few minutes." You tried to explain, your fingers laced together.

"He won't say anything. What's good it gonna do?" Andrea questioned, looking at you with suspicion.

Sam sighed, "Andrea, we think more people might get hurt." Sam tried to explain, her eyes jumped to him with confusion. "We think something's happening out there."

She shook her head. "My husband, the others- they just drowned, that's all."

You shrugged your shoulders, "If that's what you really believe, then we'll go," Your tone became a bit sharper when you spoke again, your nerves were becoming the best of you. "But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son."

It took a moment before she finally gestured for the three of you to follow behind as she lead you down a hall where you saw Lucas. He was sitting on the floor with his army men and colored construction paper spread all around him, drawing like he was the last time you saw him.

You slowly walked into the room as the other three stood in the hallway, you crouched down to the boy and smiled. "Hey Lucas, you remember me?" You asked, but Lucas just remained quiet and kept drawing, not even bothering to look up at you. You peeked at the pile of drawings, noticing that they were just pictures of bikes, almost looking identical to one another. "You know, I, uh..." You dropped down and crossed your legs so you were now sitting on the ground with Lucas. "I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is I need your help again."

You pulled out the picture from your jacket and unfolded it, before setting it down on the ground and looking up at Lucas. "How did you know to draw this?" You asked. The boy still didn't respond, he just kept coloring. "Did you know something bad was gonna happen?" Still, he remained silent. "Maybe you could nod yes or no for me." You tried to work with Lucas, but it wasn't going well, so you did another approach.

"You're scared.It's okay. I understand." You whispered. "See, a few years ago, I saw something real bad happen to my dad, and I was scared too.." You could feel both of the Winchester's eyes trailing over to you. It was extremely tough to open up about what I had seen, especially since I knew nothing about the supernatural before then, but you figured it'd get Lucas to open up.

"I didn't feel like talking, just like you, but see, my dad-" You kept quiet for a few seconds, looking up at something else as you swallowed down the lump forming inside your throat. "I knew he wanted me to be brave. And I think about that everyday. And I do my best to be brave." You back at Lucas, "And maybe your Dad wants you to be brave, too."

Suddenly, Lucas stopped drawing and dropped his crayon, he looked up and stared at you. Andrea was surprised at what had happened. Lucas picked up the picture he was working on and handed it over to you. You stared at it for a few moments before looking back at the boy. "Thanks, Lucas." You said, smiling at him.

You stood back up and headed to the other three, thanking Andrea for the time you could speak to Lucas before you followed behind the brothers as you let yourselves out and headed back to the Impala. Sam sat in the passenger side, observing the picture.

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that until his father died." Dean explained, glancing at the picture before focusing on the road again.

"There are cases going through traumatic experience that could make certain people more sensitive to premonitions and psychic tendencies." Sam said, looking over at his brother.

"What if Lucas is tapping into it somehow?" You questioned. Sam turned around in his seat and gave you a curious look as Dean was agreeing with you with a nod of his head. "It's only a matter of time until someone else drowns." You reminded them, "So if you guys have any other lead, please share." You muttered while sitting back into your seat.

Sam sighed, throwing his hand up in the air. "All right. We have another house to find."

"There's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Dean spoke up, bursting your plan.

But Sam pointed towards a building in the picture, making a new lead. "See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."

You got back up and looked at his discovered, you smiled. "Oh, college boy think he's so smart,' Dean remarked in a sarcastic tone.

It became quiet for about a minute between the three of you again. Sam spoke up after a while, trying to start another conversation with you. "You know, um...what you said about your dad- you didn't tell us that." Sam said, turning his head to look back at you.

"It's not a big deal." You muttered underneath your breath as you played with the lucky bracelet your mother gave you when you were six years old. "I just wanted Lucas to open up, you know?"

Sam dropped the conversation as he glanced over at his brother, who looked just as concerned as he was about you. But they both kept silent, knowing you all had more pressing matters here.

~~~

After driving around for a while, you finally found the church building. The three of you observed it as you pulled out the picture and made sure it looked like a match. You turned your head slightly, looking around for the home, it took you a few seconds until you found it right across the street.

Deciding to head over, you knocked on the front door and watched as an old aged woman with short gray hair greeted you. She lead the three of you inside as Dean was the first one to speak up. "Ma'am we're sorry to disturb you, but does a little boy live here by chance? He might wear a blue baseball cap, has a red bicycle." Dean described the little boy in the picture, and it seemed that the woman knew what he was talking about.

She looked down at the ground as her face began to show sadness. "No, sir. Not for a very long time." She shook her head, trying to explain. "Peter's been gone for thirty-five years." You glanced at the brothers, Sam looked at you with the same stare. The older woman sighed and turned her attention to a picture that was presumed to be Peter, her late son. She continuing her story. "The police never- I never had any idea what happened to him." She turned and looked back at the three of you. "He just disappeared."

As she continuing talking, you turned your head to see little green army men. You lightly pushed Sam on his shoulder as you nodded your head to the toys. The boys looked and saw what you found.

"You know, it's...it's worse than dying." She admitted, you quickly looked back at her, swallowing and looking down at your feet.

"Did he disappear from the house here- I mean, from this house?" Dean asked, correcting himself.

She looked up at him, "He was supposed to ride his bike," She took a deep breath as she continued to talk about that day. "Straight home from after school, and he never showed up."

You watched from the corner of your eyes as Dean walked off, heading over to a mirror where an old picture was tucked into one of the corners. You saw it was two little boys, hugging and smiling. He took it down and observed it for a few seconds before turning it over and reading the writing on the back.

"Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, 1970." Dean read, looking up at the two of you.

You walked over to Dean, leaning in, you whispered so he could hear. "We need to pay a little visit to the Carlton house again." You suggested, Dean nodded his head as he put down the picture. You turned your attention back to the older woman. "Thank you for your time, Mrs. Sweeney. You've been a great help." She smiled and nodded, letting the three of you exit her home.

All of you headed back to the Impala and Dean drove back to the Carlton household. You sat up in your seat and explained what you were slowly piecing together. "Okay, this little boy, Peter Sweeney, vanishes, and this is all connected back towards Bill Carlton somehow."

"Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something." Dean commented.

"Bill- the people he loves- they're all getting punished." You said.

Dean turned his head to look at you, "What if Bill did something?"

"What if Bill killed him?" Sam interrupted, putting his theory in.

You shrugged your shoulders, thinking it could be a possibility. Dean nodded, "Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible."

The car pulled up to the home and all of you exited, looking around for Mr. Carlton. Sam called his name as he wandered around to look for him. You turned your head to the lake to see him in a boat, heading straight in the middle of the water. "Hey, check it out." You said, turning to look at the boys again. All three of you started to think of the same thing. "Goddamn it," You muttered when you realized what he was about to do

All three of you rushed to the docks. You kept calling his name as the boys pleaded for him to turn around, he just looked at you, but never stopped. And in just seconds, the boat flew into the air, causing Mr. Carlton to drop into the water and sink into the lake. You waited for a few seconds to see if he would rise back up from the water, but he never did.

~~~

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(1.3) DITW: Part one

“The quiet ones are the most traumatized”

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, jealous reader, language, Dean being a flirt

Summary: In a small town in Wisconsin, Y/N and the brothers investigate a series of mysterious drownings officially explained as drownings.

Word count: 3,058

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You sat at the bar of the diner with Dean sitting next to you. Your leg bounced up and down as you concentrated on reading the journal the Halliwell’s had made for you. This was your first time looking through it in a while, it was good to freshen up your memory on some of the things you were taught about over the years.

Dean was scribbling or circling obituaries that seemed out the ordinary enough to check out. You looked over at him before down at the paper when you saw that he circled one several times for a teenage girl. You opened your mouth to say something, wondering what it was about, but the waitress came over and interrupted you.

“Can I get you anything else?” She asked with a flirtatious smile, only looking at Dean. She leaned over the table, showing off her cleavage. You rolled your eyes at how desperate she seemed for his attention.

Dean looked up, the pen he was holding was now pressed against his lower lip. He couldn’t help himself but give her a friendly smile back. But unlike any other time, he wasn’t paying attention to her body "Just the check, please.“ You mumbled underneath your breath as Sam slipped back into his seat on the other side of you. She smiled and nodded her head before walking away.

You watched as Dean lowered his head and dropped the pen to the counter, a chuckle escaped past his lips as he looked over at you. “A little jealous now, are we?” He teased you, you couldn’t help but give him an annoyed look as you let out a huff. Right now, you didn’t know where you and Dean were at in your relationship. You two weren’t dating again, but every now and then he loved to get you all bothered by either allowing another girl flirt with him, or by flirting with a girl who showed no interest in him just to get a reaction out of you. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m allowed to have fun once in a while. Maybe I should make you more jealous often.”

“Oh god, please don’t.” You muttered underneath your breath. You didn’t know how much more you could take. You rolled your eyes and leaned over to point your finger at the obituary that Dean circled. "Can we focus on what we were doing?"

Dean dropped the newspaper so you and Sam could see, his finger pointed to her photo. "I think I found something. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week, Sophie Carlton, 18, walks into the lake, doesn’t walk out.” Dean explained as you glanced up from the paper to look at him. “Authorities dragged the water- nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the bodies were found, either. They had a funeral two days ago.”

“Funeral?” Sam questioned.

You shrugged your shoulders. “They buried an empty coffin for closure or whatever.”

"Closure? What closure? People just don’t disappear. Other people just stop looking for them.” Sam remarked. You clenched your jaw, waiting for what was about to happen next between the brothers.

Dean looked up and stared at his brother, “Something you want to say to me?”

Sam quietly sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “The trail for Dad- it’s getting colder everyday.”

“What are we supposed to do?” Dean questioned.

“I don’t know. Something. Anything.” Sam ranted on as he looked away from his brother’s glare.

Dean was getting angry. “I’m getting 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 to college going to prep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we’re going to kill everything bad between here and there, okay?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Can you two quit fighting focus on this case, please?"

Sam just rolled his eyes and sighed at his brother. He was quiet for a few moments until he turned the newspaper more to him. "All right, Lake Manitoc.” He said, “How far?”

~~~

The Impala stopped in front of the Carlton household in Lake Manitoc, all of you exited the car and headed up to the porch. Dean knocked on the front door as all of you waited for someone to answer. A few seconds later, a man that looked to be in his early twenties answered the door, “Will Carlton?” Dean asked, it must have been the victim’s older brother.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Will said, observing the three of you.

“I’m Agent Ford,” Dean introduced himself before pointing towards Sam that was standing on his left. “This is Agent Hamill,” He then pointed towards you, who was standing on his right. “And this is Agent Diaz. We’re with the U.S. Wildlife Service.” He flashed his fake badge to Will. “We’d like to ask you a few questions about your sister, Sophie.”

Will nodded, he closed the front door behind him as he gestured for the three of you to follow him to the lake. As you stopped about a yard from the body of water, Will began to explain what happened on the day she disappeared.

“She was about a hundred yards out. That’s where she got dragged down.” He looked at the lake for a few moments before turning back to the three of you.

“Are you sure she didn’t just drown?” Dean asked, looking at Will.

“She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake.” Will said with a small smile as he turned to look at the lake again before his face fell into a saddened expression. “She’s as safe out there as in her own bathtub.”

“So no splashing, no signs of distress?” Sam questioned.

Will swallowed and shook his head. “No, that’s what I’m telling you.”

“Did you see any shadows in the water, maybe some dark shape breach the surface?” Sam looked at the lake for a few seconds before making eye contact with Will again.

“No, again, she was really far out there.” Will admitted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?” Dean wondered.

“No, never. Why? What do you think is out there?” Will asked, his face was growing with concern from all these peculiar questions being thrown around.

“We’ll let you know as soon as we do.” Dean explained as the two brothers began to walk off to the car, but you stood in your spot. Your eyes were kept on the man that was sitting on the dock’s.

“What about your father?” You asked, eyes jumping to Will again. “Can we talk to him?”

Will didn’t seem so happy with the idea. Sighing to himself, he turned around to glance at his father before looking back at you. “Look, if you don’t mind, I mean, he didn’t see anything, and he’s kind of been through a lot.”

You nodded your head and softly smile. “I understand. Thank you for your time.” You said before turning around and following behind the boys, heading back into the car and driving to your next stop.

~~~

“Now, I’m sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?” The sheriff asked, walking from the front counter to the three of you so he could let you into the back.

“You sure it’s accidental?” Sam asked as he followed behind the officer. “Will Carlton saw something grab his sister.” He was lying- that wasn’t something you’d expect out of him.

“Like what? Here, sit, please.” The officer gestured to the two chairs that sat across from his desk as he continued to stand. You took a seat as Sam sat down next to you, Dean stood behind you. “There are so indigenous carnivores in that lake. There’s nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness monster.”

“Yeah.” You muttered underneath your breath, letting a laugh part your lips, causing Sam to glance at you. “Right.”

“Will Carlton was traumatized,” The sheriff put his hands on the desk as he leaned forward. “And sometimes, the mind plays tricks.” He took a seat and continued on, looking back and forth while he spoke. “Still, we dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep just to be sure, and there was nothing down there.”

“That’s weird, though.” Dean said, leaning forward slightly. “That’s the third missing body this year.”

“I know,” The sheriff agreed as he nodded his head. “These are people from my town. These are people I care about.” Dean nodded his head as the sheriff sighed and leaned back. “Anyway…” He threw his hands up in the air, trying to make sense. “All this- it won’t be a problem much longer.”

“What do you mean?” You asked with confusion.

“Well, the damn,of course.” The sheriff said.

“Of course. The dam.” You nodded your head and smiled. “It uh…it sprung a leak, right?”

“It’s falling apart,” The sheriff corrected you as he explained. “And the feds won’t give us the grant to repair it. So they’ve opened the spillway. In another six months, there won’t be much of a lake.” He leaned forward in his seat again. “There won’t be much of a town, either,” You were a bit taken back by the news. “But as a Federal Wildlife, you already knew that.”

“Exactly,” You said as you nodded your head again.

Suddenly a female voice was heard, you turned around to see a woman staring at the three of you. “Sorry, am I interrupting? I can come back later.”

Everyone stood up as you observed the woman, she smiled at all three of you. “Gentleman, uh, lady,” The sheriff awkwardly said, “This is my daughter.”

Dean walked right up to her and pulled his hand out for her to shake. And once again, you were back to being jealous. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Dean.” He introduced himself as he smiled at her.

She took his hand and shook it, smiling back. “Andrea Bar. Hi.” You wanted to roll your eyes when you heard Dean say hello back in a flirty tone.

“They’re from the Wildlife Service about the lake.” The sheriff explained.

Andrea’s face dropped as she looked at the three of you. “Oh,” She said. Your eyes landed on a little boy that peaked out from her. He stood by her side and seemed a little shy being in front of you.

“Oh, hey there.” Dean smiled at the boy. “What’s your name?”

But the boy didn’t say anything in return, he just turned around and walked out as Andrea followed behind. “His name is Lucas.” The sheriff answered. You watched as Andrea joined him at a small table as he drew a picture. She pulled out a crayon and talked to him softly.

“Is he okay?” You heard Sam ask.

“My grandson’s been through a lot. We all have.” The sheriff admitted, but he changed the subject. “Well, if there’s anything else I can do for you,” He said while walking towards the front door of his office, “Please let me know.” You thanked him as all you walked out his office, but Dean stopped right across from Andrea.

“You know, now that you mentioned it,” Dean said as she stood up and looked up at him. “Could you point us in the direction of the nearest motel?”

Andrea smiled, “Lakefront Motel- go around the corner, it’s two blocks up.” She said, you smiled at her and took a step to follow her directions, but Dean wasn’t done trying to reel her in.

He lifted up a finger for you and Sam to stop. “Two- would you mind showing us?” Andrea chuckled at the strange request.

“You want her to walk two blocks?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Dean turned his head towards you, giving you a look to shut up.

“Not if that’s any trouble for her.” He said while turning around and looking at Andrea.

“I’m headed that way anyway.” She turned around and looked at her father. “I’ll be back to pick up Lucas at three o'clock.” She then leaned down and kissed her son on the forehead. “We’ll go to the park, okay, sweetie?” He kept quiet. She stood up and walked so all you could follow behind.

The three of you headed out to the outside as you walked in silence for about a block. You were enjoying the sounds of life going on around you until Dean opened his mouth and tried to make a conversation with Andrea.

“So, cute kid.” Dean said as you turned your head to look at him. She thanked him and kept quiet after that, crossing the street. “Kids are the best,huh?” He said, continuing to try and relate to the single mom. You and Sam smiled at his horrible attempts to make Andrea talk to him more. But she wasn’t having it.

You saw the motel come into view. It looked small, but cozy from the outside. “There it is. Like I said, two blocks.” She said as she stopped on the sidewalk, Sam thanked her as she turned around to look at Dean. “Must be hard with your sense of direction,” She commented as Dean smiled at her, but it wasn’t going in the way he wanted it. “Never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” You gritted your teeth at what came out her mouth next as Dean’s face dropped. “Enjoy your stay.” She said before running off.

“‘Kids are the best’?” Sam asked with a smirk. “You don’t even like kids.”

Dean turned around and looked at the two of you. “I love kids.” He lied.

“Name three children that you even know.” Sam said, watching as he stood there for a while, thinking of any names he could say. You laughed and rolled your eyes, lightly pushing Sam so both of you could check into the motel.

“I’m thinking!” Dean argued, following behind the two of you.

“It’d be best if you admit that you were just trying to make me jealous again.” You said, your voice coming out snippier then intended. Dean fell silent, giving you your answer.

~~~

After checking into two rooms, one for you and the other for Sam and Dean, you decided to get settled and unpack your belongings. The room was decent from what you expected from a motel. You got your belongings settled the way you found comforting all before going to check up on the boys.

You walked out of your room and down the hall until you were standing in front of their door. You lightly knocked a few times and it took a few seconds until Dean opened up the door for you to come in.

You gave him a small smile and slid yourself through, your eyes settling onto Sam, who was sitting at the desk with his laptop open, doing some research on the lake. You took a seat on the bed as Dean walked back over to his bag and pulled out some articles of clothing.

“So there was three drowning victims this year.” Sam explained, his eyes skimming something.

“And more before that?” Dean asked, throwing a shirt to a chair.

“Yeah, six more, spread out over the past thirty-five years.” Sam explained, clicking onto another article. “Those bodies were never recovered, either. If there’s something out there, it’s picking up its pace.”

Dean threw a shirt onto the bed you were sitting on, ignoring your presence. “So we got a lake monster on a binge.” He theorized as he saw you throw the shirt back at him, but missing by a bit. He caught it before it could hit the ground. “You throw like a girl.” He said as you frowned.

“This whole lake monster theory- it just bugs me.” Sam interrupted the two of you. Dean asked why as he took a few steps and stood behind his brother. You joined, getting up from the bed and headed over to the laptop, hovering over his shoulder to look at the screen. “Loch Ness, Lake Champlain- there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts,” He clicked to a website dedicated towards Lake Manitoc. “But here, almost nothing. Whatever it is out there, no one’s living to talk about it.”

Sam clicked on another link of all the victims that vanished from the lake and scrolled through it. You scanned it, stopping on one that sounded familiar. You pointed at the screen. “Wait, Bar, Christopher Bar- Where have I heard that name before?"

"Christopher Bar, the victim in May.” Sam clicked on the link and began reading a newspaper article that popped up. Your eyes landed on a very familiar face, your heart dropped at what you read. “Christopher Bar was Andrea’s husband, Lucas’ father.” You saw from the corner of your eye Dean standing up straighter as Sam began reading. “Apparently, he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned two hours before the kid got rescued.”

You sighed to yourself as Sam clicked on the picture, enlarging it to show Lucas wrapped in a towel. His eyes were glazed over with sadness and fear. “Maybe we have an eyewitness after all.” You suggested as you ran your fingers through your hair.

“No wonder that kid was so freaked out.” Dean muttered, his eyes never leaving the picture. “Watching one of your parents die.” Your eyes jumped over to him as you gave him a look, he looked at you for a few seconds, but he never said anything in return as he continued to unpack.

Your mind soon trailed back to when you had watched your dad get killed right in front of you. Although you weren’t all that young when it had happened, it still haunted you to this day. And as much as you wanted to forget that day, you found yourself not being able to.

But your thoughts quickly darted back to Wyatt and Chris, you wondered how they were doing right now. And just like that, your heart was beginning to break at how much you missed them right now. You wanted to so badly go back and be there for the both of them. But it had been months and Wyatt probably forgot all about you by now.

They didn’t watch their mother and their aunts die, you knew that. Because they were safe and sound at Victor’s house. But you still knew how much it was going to hurt them knowing their family was gone. So in some ways, they could relate to Lucas. And so could you.

~~~

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