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? home a place where i can go to take this off my shoulders. someone take me home, ?
in which carmen help's
her brother's find their
missing dad and help
peopled on the way.
( supernatural x oc )
( season...
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The three Winchester's arrived at the park seeing Andrea sitting on a bench watching Lucas, as he sat at a smaller colorful picnic table coloring and playing with toy soldiers. "Can we join you?"
She looked up at them, smiling friendly looking at her son before looking back at them, "I'm here with my son."
"Oh, mind if I say hi?" Dean asked her, glancing over at the mute kid. She nodded her head as Dean walked over to him, "Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing isn't gunna work on me."
"Oh trust me, I've tried." Carmen remarked with a small sigh.
Dean was talking to Lucas, but he wasn't talking back. All he did was look up at him a couple of times, showing he was at least listening and wasn't just ignoring him before continuing to move his toys around. And after a while the oldest realized he wasn't getting anywhere, so he walked back over to the three. "Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident,"
"Yeah, we heard. Sorry," Dean said trying to be empathic but failing just getting a small nod in response.
"What are the doctors saying?"
Andrea sighed, sitting her back against the bench, "That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress," She explained. "That must not be easy for either one of you." Carmen sympathized with getting a smile from her. "We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. 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," Dean stated, glancing at his sister in front of him.
"You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish--" Andrea started to say but quickly stopped seeing her son walking over to her."Hey sweetie." Lucas didn't say anything, handing Dean a picture. "Thanks, Lucas," It was a picture of a house drawn in black crayon.
