Uncharted Waters

Trip to the Park


Dinner was a calm occasion. Filled with comfortable, worthless, easy chatter.

"Dean and I walked Mrs. Gibson's dogs today," Sam stated proudly.

I grinned into my spaghetti as I took another bite.

"Oh, is Mrs. Gibson the one with the big black dog?" John asked.

I still wasn't quite sure how to act around either him or Mary. Sam didn't seem to care much what anyone did, he would just keep yapping, and Dean had that comfortable composure, like he just took everything in stride. But John and Mary? Ugh, I hated not knowing how I stood with people.

"No, that's the Bones family," Sam said, I had the feeling that he either had forgotten about the meal sitting in front of him or he liked talking way too much, "Mrs. Gibson has the golden retriever and the mix."

"Ahh," John replied, nodding.

"How about you Lily?" Mary asked kindly, with that smile that she always seemed to wear.

For some reason her smile put me on edge, "I'm sorry?"

"Do you like dogs?"

I nodded, hoping she would turn her attention to Dean, no such luck.

"Have you ever had a dog?"

"Two," I replied, smiling at the memory, "They were nice dogs."

"What were their names?" Sam asked.

"Charlie and Etta."

"Huh, if I had a dog…" and then Sam was off. His twelve year old mind brimming with ideas.

Dean shook his head at a couple, or snorted, but in his eyes I could see the underlying care he had for his younger sibling. I turned my attention back towards the food. Wanting to eat enough to be polite, but not being very hungry.

"You look tired," Sam observed, glancing at me, "Are you tired?"

I stifled a yawn and nodded, I turned towards Mary and John, "I'd like to head to bed now, if that's okay?"

"Of course dear," Mary replied, again with that smile of hers.

"I'll show you to your room!" Sam said, leaping out of his chair and running up the stairs.

I raised my eyebrows at Dean and followed.

"Thank you," I told Sam when I walked back into my room, "I probably would've gotten lost if it weren't for you."

Sam smiled, "You wanna go to the park with me tomorrow? We can swing, or we can play tag, or hide and go seek-"

"I would love to go to the park," I interrupted with a smile.

"Okay!" Sam beamed.

He waved goodbye and rushed out of the room.

I just smiled and shook my head. I closed the door, dressed in comfortable sweats and a sweatshirt, and curled under the covers, already dreading what I might see when I closed my eyes.

"Please!" I begged, leaning against the wall for support, "I didn't do anything, I swear!"

I ducked as a vase broke above my head, a rough hand pulled me away from the wall before slamming my body back against it.

"You took her from me!" He yelled. Even from a few feet away I could smell the alcohol on him.

"I didn't…"I was crying, sobbing. This was just too much, all of it. How could he possibly think that?

"You stole her from me!" he yelled, he grabbed my arm and pressed his lit cigar into the skin right above my elbow.

I screamed in pain as the tears streamed down my cheeks, "Please, let me go, let me-"

~ Dean

I had just fallen asleep when I woke to Sammy shaking my shoulder.

"What?" I asked drowsily.

"It's Lily," he whispered. My mind instantly cleared, in Sammy's eyes I saw worry, and fear, something must've been really messed up. "She's having a nightmare," he continued in a rushed whisper, "Should I get mom and dad?"

"No," I motioned for him to lay back down then slipped out of the covers and started walking towards Lily's room. The door was ajar, I crept in.

I didn't know what to expect when Sam said 'nightmare', but I never expected to see Lily thrashing around in the bed, crying, and sobbing for someone to let her go.

"Lily!" I called quietly. I moved over to her bed and shook her shoulder, "Lily come on," I murmured, I shook her shoulder harder and this time she snapped out of it.

She grabbed my arm and clung to it, her eyes wide as they darted around the room. I waited for her to get her bearings. After a few moments her eyes drifted down to her hand that was still gripping my arm.

"Sorry," she muttered, letting go.

"It's fine," I replied. We sat in silence for a few moments, she absently wiped at the tear stains on her cheeks. "Wanna talk about it?" I asked, nudging her with my elbow.

She snorted, "No."

"Do you get nightmares often?"

"Do you often sneak into girl's bedrooms while they're sleeping?" she asked, a teasing glint in her eyes.

I laughed, "Only when they need a prince charming to save them from the dark."

She grinned and rolled her eyes, "Uh huh, sure."

I feigned reproach, "Excuse me? Little Ms. Sass over here."

Now she really laughed and I joined along. She became silent.

"Do your parents know?"

"Not if you don't want them to," I answered.

"You haven't told them?"

I shook my head, "And I told Sammy not to, but knowing him…"

She sighed and nodded. She pulled her knees up to her chest, "They aren't always that bad." It was so quiet I barely caught it.

"The nightmares?"

"The memories."

I sat there, "I honestly have no idea how to respond to that, thank you," I said sarcastically, hoping to lift the mood.

She looked up at me, a sad smile across her lips, "Are you always so chipper at one in the morning? Or is this just your lucky day?"

"Well today I hear that you will be taking a little stroll to the park with Sam and I."

She smiled, "Yeah, I told him I would. Is the park nearby?"

We spent a full ten minutes talking about the park. The first time I caught her yawning I stood up.

"You, uh, gonna be okay?" I asked awkwardly.

She laughed, obviously seeing my unease, "Yes, and if I need your highness' aid once more I'll wish upon a star."

I rolled my eyes and grinned before leaving and shutting the door quietly.

~ Sam

I sat in the back seat of the impala.

"How old are you again?" I asked Lily.

She laughed and turned back to look at me, "Don't you know it's rude to ask a woman her age?"

"But you're not a woman yet, right? You're just a teenager."

Dean snorted and tried to hide a grin behind his hand.

"I'm fourteen," she replied.


"No one cares Sammy," Dean interrupted.

"I bet Lily cares!" I argued, honestly my brother could be a pill, "Don't you Lily?"

She just laughed and held up her hands, "I'm staying out of this one."

"Haha!" Dean said, smiling, "Told ya bro."

He pulled the car into a parking lot.

I fumed and crossed my arms.

"Ah come on Sammy, that's no way to act in front of a lady," my brother teased.

"But I'm not a lady Dean, I'm just a teenager," Lily pointed out as she stepped out of the car.

I opened the door and got out.

"Here," Lily knelt down in front of me, all the joking had left her face, "I promise, Dean and I will do whatever you want, you pick the first game, okay?"

I nodded happily, forgetting all anger I ever could have had, "Let's swing!" I said, running off to the swing set.

Lily and Dean appeared a few moment behind and each grabbed a swing on either side of me.

"I haven't done this in ages!" Lily said, kicking off of the ground.

"Bet you I can swing higher than both of you!" Dean called, pumping his legs.

"If you fall I'm going to laugh!" Lily shouted back.

I giggled, "Me too!"

Dean raised an eyebrow, "Where's the fun without any competition, eh?"

"Competition and stupidity are two very different things," Lily said, her voice matter of fact.

Dean stopped pumping as hard and just let his long legs hang, "Okay teacher."

"Hey, I can do a back flip!" I said proudly, I jerked backwards and flipped, landing in the dirt.

"Bravo!" Lily said, clapping.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not a kid Dean."

"Yeah Dean," Lily agreed, pretending to be scornful, "Stop treating him like a child."

Dean jumped off the swing stumbling a little on the landing, "Okay, new game."

~ Lily

When the three of us came back from the park we were dirty, sweaty, and exhausted after spending the whole afternoon outside.

"You were out there the whole time?" Mary asked, shocked.

Dean and Sam grinned, I shrugged.

"Time flies when you're having fun," Dean said, going to the fridge and grabbing three waters. He tossed one to me and I caught it easily before he tossed the other to Sam.

"Do you like spending time outside Lily?" Mary asked.

I shrugged, "Yes."

"I always did too," she replied, "Are you guys hungry?"

"Starving," Dean agreed.

"Yes!" Sam said, pushing himself up onto one of the stools.

"I made some sandwiches," Mary told us, turning to look in the fridge.

Dean and I joined Sam at the counter.

Mary found a plate filled with sandwiches and set it before us.

"Dig in," she said, "I'm just going to throw another load in the laundry, holler if you need anything!" she disappeared down the hallway.

"The sandwiches are good," you comment, taking another bite.

"Yeah, our mom can cook anything!" Sam boasted, swinging his legs.

"Sam," Dean warned.

"Almost anything," Sam amended.

We ate in a comfortable silence for a few moments.

"So…is she your mom too now?" Sam asked me.

I shrugged swallowing the bite I had just taken quickly, causing me to cough a little before I could ask, "Why would you say that?"

"Well, she's acting like she's your mom, plus isn't she called your foster parent?"

I thought it over for a few seconds, "Well, just because she's a motherly figure, doesn't make her my mother."

"But can you be my sister?"

Gosh, the stupid kid sounded so hopeful I couldn't dampen his spirits, "Sure Sam, I'll be your sister." And for some reason, I half believed it myself.

Continue Reading Next Chapter

About Us

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered book publisher, offering an online community for talented authors and book lovers. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books you love the most based on crowd wisdom.