~***~

My knuckles cracked against the door of Andrea's home. Surprisingly, she answered straight away. Well, she was surprised anyway. She gazed at the three of us on her porch. "Oh!" I smiled lightly at her. "Hello Agents. Did you need something?"

"Yeah. We were just wondering if we could see Lucas for a few minutes." Dean replied.

She froze, glancing over her shoulder. "I'm- I'm really sorry, but I don't think that's a good idea."

"I just need to talk to him." I plead.

"He won't say anything. What good is it gonna do?"

"He speaks to me. Not with words, but yeah, he speaks. In those pictures he does." I smile.

Andrea just shook her head in disagreement, her eyes slicing into a glare.

"Andrea," Dean started. "We think more people might get hurt. We think somethings out there."

"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all." She replied with a simple shrug.

"If that's what you really believe, we'll go. But, if there's a possibility that something else could be going on here, you need to let us talk to your son." I say again. Andrea thought for a moment before finally letting us in. I step into Lucas' room, smiling down at the boy surrounded by army men.

"Hey, kiddo," I coo, kneeling down again. He looks up for a moment before going back to coloring. "You know, that picture you have me really made me happy. But I need your help again." I plead, pulling out the photo. "How did you know to draw this house? Did you know something bad was going to happen there?" He doesn't reply, just keeps drawing. "I know you're scared. It's okay to be scared. I understand. I know you barely know me, but I get scared too. All the time. Every time I close my eyes, I see my parents dying over and over again. And I fear the same will happen to me. But I know, that if I continue to face forward, ya know, show a bit of courage, I know I'll be just fine. I think your Dad would agree with me." I say, plopping back onto my butt.

Lucas looks up at me. He hands me another picture before leaping into my arms for a hug. I let out a surprised laugh and hug him back, pressing kisses to his hair. "Thank you, Lucas. I appreciate that. I'll see you real soon, okay?" I say, letting him pull himself away from me. He nods before going back to coloring. I stand and whirl around to the trio standing in the doorway. Andrea's jaw is on the ground, but it snaps back up, slipping into a large grin. I stare down at the picture as we all leave the room. It had a white church, a yellow house, a boy, and his red bicycle. Sam looked over my shoulder to examine it after we got into the Impala.

"While you were talking to Lucas, Andrea said the kid never drew like that until his father died." Dean said, glancing over at me from the front seat. Sam brought the picture into the front seat.

"Kids are more sensitive to the paranormal than adults and teens." I smile, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. "I used to see spirits when I was a kid, but that stopped when I turned 5. And then I met you chuckleheads and now I can see 'em again." I take a long drag of tobacco and exhale, sighing gently. "Traumatic events often increase premonitions and psychic tendencies."

"Whatever is out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow? I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you have a better lead, please."

"Well, obviously we gotta find the yellow house." I say, giving him a shit eating grin.

Dean scoffed. "The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow, two-story houses in the county alone."

"But how many next to a white church?" I ask.

"Oh, look at you. You only have a high school degree." Dean mocked. I flipped the bird.

"You're just jealous that if the hunting gig goes through, I'll get more pay than a high school dropout." Sam chuckled at Dean.

Sam turned to me after I flicked Dean's ear. "You never told me you were scared."

"You think I want to feel weak? Drop it. I don't want to speak of it again." I snap, flicking my cigarette butt out the window. Sam stared at me for a moment before launching himself over the back seat, pulling me into his arms.

"Don't worry!" Sam shouted. "I won't let the bad guys get to you!" I cried out in anger as Dean pulled on his shades and his knife. They started acting like neanderthals, jutting their lower jaws out and crossing their eyes. They acted as if they were protecting their meat roasting on a fire. I screamed in frustration as Sam lolled his tongue out, dragging it across my eye.

~***~

We stopped at the first white church we found, comparing the location with Lucas' picture. "This seems to be it." Dean sighed, folding the photo up. We approached the house, knocking on the door. An old woman answered the door. "We're sorry to bother you, ma'am, but does a little boy live here, by any chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle."

The old woman's face slowly slipped into a mournful one. "No sir... Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." The woman let us into her home. Mrs. Sweeney, she told us her name was, proceeded to tell us the story of her son. "The police never- I never had any idea what happened. He just.... disappeared." Sam nudged my arm, and I nudged Dean's as I pointed out a number of toy soldiers on the table. "Losing him- you know, it's worse than dying."

"Did he disappear from here?" I asked gently. "I mean, from this house?"

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." She explained. Dean picked up a picture he had noticed on the mirror. It contained two boys, and one was with a bicycle, which I guessed to be Peter. He flipped it over, two names scrawled on the back.

Peter Sweeney and Bill Carlton 1970

~***~

"Okay, this little boy, Peter Sweeney, vanishes and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow." Sam noted as we left Mrs. Sweeney's house.

"Yeah, and remember I said Bill seemed to be hiding something?" They both looked at me.

Sam nodded and continued. "And Bill, the people he loves, they're getting punished.

"Do you think Bill did something to Peter?" I cross my arms over my chest.

"What if he killed him?" Sam suggested.

"Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible, isn't it?" Both the boys sighed heavily, looking down.

~***~

"Mr. Carlton?" Sam called as he knocked on the front door. There was no answer; and he kept trying a few times when the sound of an engine caught out attention.

I looped around the house, tugging Dean and Sam with me, worry delving deep into my belly. I spot Mr. Carlton pulling off of the dock. "Mr. Carlton!" I scream, releasing the boys to sprint towards him. "Mr. Carlton! You need to come back!"

"Turn the boat around!" The three of us shout.

Mr. Carlton looked back at us, choosing to ignore us. He got a good distance away into the lake before stopping. Something came out of the water, knocking the man into the dark abyss. Mr. Carlton had disappeared. My heart dropped as Dean tugged me back, noticing the look of shock slipping into my features. We were all silent now.

"Do you think that means it's over now?" Neither Dean nor I knew how to answer him. I gazed up at him, speechless.

"Come on. We should get going." Dean hummed, wrapping his hand around my waist. I stumbled after him, still staring out at the lake. "Hey, Sheriff!" Dean said, making me whirl back to the front. "What can we help you with?" He had a big fake smile on his face. The sheriff did not look to happy.

"Why don't you three follow me back to the police station." He demanded. I gazed up at Dean, shock evident on his face.

~***~

The moment we stepped into the police station, a cheerful voice called out. "Lottie, Sam, Dean!" A soft smile slipped onto my lips as I gazed at the duo before us. Lucas shyly smiled downwards. "I didn't expect to see you here!"

"So, now you're on a first names basis." The sheriff stated, not at all pleased. "What are you doing here?" He snapped. That was no way to talk to his daughter. All she did was dote on him.

"I brought you dinner." Andrea said quietly, lifting up a container.

The sheriff's face softened and I wanted to smirk at him for feeling guilty. Good, he should. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I don't really have the time."

"... I heard about Bill Carlton." Andrea started softly, taking us all by surprise. Small towns really do talk a lot. "Is it true? Is something going on in the lake?"

"Right now, we don't know what the truth is; but I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home." Andrea was about to agree and say goodbye, when a sudden whine came from Lucas. She glanced down at him just in time to see him fly past her, immediately taking hold of my arm.

I knelt down, trying to calm him down. "Lucas, hun, what's wrong?" Lucas didn't say anything but continued to whine and tug on my arm.

"Lucas, it's okay." Andrea, confused at her sons actions, going to pry him off of me. "Lucas." She tried again, finally getting him to release his hold on me. Andrea sent me an apologetic look as she led Lucas out of the door. His frantic gaze never left me until he was out the door. Fear was etched over his face and it made me antsy. He knew something, he just couldn't say it. I gazed over at the sheriff.

The Sheriff did not look pleased. "We can talk to my office." He said, no nonsense in his tone.

It was obvious the Sheriff didn't believe us by the look on his face. He asked again and again what happened at the Carlton house; but our answer never changed. He had fully convinced himself that this was pure bullshit. After repeating what I had witnessed for the tenth time, he held up one hand, stopping me mid sentence.

"Okay, just so were clear, you see... something attack Bill's boat, sending Bill- who is a very good swimmer, by the way- into the drink, and you never see him again?"

"Was Sophie a horrible swimmer? Cause I remember Will telling us she was a varsity swimmer." I scowl at him.

"And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake?" He looked exhausted, and definitely annoyed. "And what you're describing is impossible. And you're not Wildlife Service." He states, a smirk slipping onto his lips. "That's right, I checked; Departments never heard of you three."

"See, now, we can explain that." Dean started, shirting in his seat. "You see, we-"

"Enough please. The only reason you're breathing free air is because one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out his boat just before you did. So, 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. Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get in your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again."

Dean was about to argue, but I pinched his ear, tugging it. "Option two is just dandy." I quip quickly.

"That's the one I'd pick."

~***~

For once in my life, Dean let me drive the Impala. I stopped at the light, tapping my fingers against the steering wheel. Sam sat uncomfortably in the back, and something in my gut told me to turn back around. "Green." I hear Sam say.

"Hm?" I hum gently.

"The lights green." Sam repeated. I nodded, pressing on the gas and swinging the car around, heading back towards the town. "Lottie! Come on! The interstates the other way!"

"I know." I hum, picking up speed.

"The jobs over!" Sam urged, grasping onto his seat. "Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got it's revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest."

"I'm not so sure about that." Dean looked back to his brother, not at all bothered by the Impala gaining speed. "What if we take off and this thing isn't done? You know, what if we missed something? What if more people get hurt?"

"But why would you think that?"

"Sam, I know when Fear takes over a child. Lucas was afraid. The kid knew something. And I'm damn sure that if we don't head back now, he and Andrea will be taken." I snap.

"Wait, that's what this is about?" Sam's eyes are wide. "Some kid?"

"You were some kid to me, Sammy." I glare at him from the rear view mirror. "I'm not dropping it until I know this kid is okay."

"Same here." Dean agreed.

".... Who are you, and what have you done with Lottie and Dean?"

"Shut up, kid." Dean and I both say.

~***~

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late, man." Sam said, glancing around outside. He still was unsure about this, so Dean and I ignored him, ringing the doorbell. Seconds later, the door flung open, surprising the three of us. I had expected Andrea to answer, but instead it was Lucas, looking terrified. He grabbed my wrist quickly and started tugging me off.

"Lucas? What's wrong?!" I yelp, being led down a hallway. We slid in front of a doorway, which I might add had water pooling out from underneath. Sam and Dean stopped on either side of us. I knelt down, pulling Lucas to me as the boys started kicking down the door. I made Lucas look at me as Sam dove in, trying to pull Andrea out of the water. I shushed Lucas calmly, telling him everything was going to be fine. Andrea resurfaced with a gasp, Sam pulling her to the tile as he flew back. Relief sagged on my shoulders.

~***~

It was early morning by the time things had calmed down. Andrea was fine now, and in dry clothing, sitting at the dining table with Sam. Lucas was by the window, I was watching Lucas with a lit cigarette. Dean started searching around the room for anything that seemed useful or out of the ordinary.

"Can you tell me?" Sam asked, patient as he awaited the shaken woman to answer.

Andrea stared blankly at the table in front of her. "No." She managed to say. "I-It doesn't make any sense. I'm going crazy!" She wailed, tears oozing down her cheeks.

I tossed my cigarette out the window after snubbing it out and strode over, draping my jacket over her shoulders. "Andrea, what you saw or heard, is completely tame to the things we've seen. You're not going crazy. That's just the adrenaline." I coo. "Just tell us everything."

Andrea sniffed, removing her hands from her face. She glanced at me warily before she began to slowly get out her answer. "I heard.... I thought I heard.... there was this voice."

"What did it say?"

She sniffed again. "It said.... it said, 'come play with me'." She began to sob again. "What's happening?"

Dean came towards us, placing a scrapbook right between everyone. The label said, 'Jake- 12 Years Old.' He flipped it open, stopping at one of the pictures. "Do you recognize the kdis in these pictures?"

"What? Um, Um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures." She pointed at the kid that was her dad, and sure enough, the kid beside him was Peter.

"Bill and the sheriff- they were both involved with Peter." I sigh, leaning against the table.

"What about Chris? My Dad- What are you talking about?" Andrea asked, looking confused.

I looked over at Lucas, seeing him staring out the window. I stepped over to him. "Lucas? What is it?" I hum, placing my hand on his shoulder.  Lucas didn't answer, he just stared. Then, the grabbed my hand and started tugging me along. "Lu-Lucas!" I nearly toppled over a rock as he tugged me outside. "Come on, this is getting old." I whine, being tugged down a hill. He stopped at the base, by the lake. He stared at the ground, pointing at it as he lifted his head to stare at me. The air around us felt... tense. Like I had been submerged in water and it slowly slipped away my breath. I nodded softly to the young boy, turning back to see Sam, Dean, and Andrea. "Dean, Sam, you get some shovels. Andrea, take Lucas back to the house. Stay there, okay?" Andrea nodded, grasping the boys hand and pulling him away. Dean tossed me a shovel, standing besides me. "Lets get diggin'."

~***~

A metallic pang echoed through the air as my shovel made contact with something solid. I knelt down, digging at the soft earth, scraping away the dirt and tugging out a red bicycle. Peter's Bicycle. The familiar click of the hammer on a gun had us look up, eyes wide.

"Who are you?" The sheriff was standing there, pointing a gun straight at us.

"Jake, put the gun down." Sam ordered.

"How did you know that was there?" He asked hurriedly. I could see the sweat glistening on his forehead.

"What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowning him in the lake and buried his bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried." Dean growled, the sweat beading more on Jake's forehead.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." He claimed.

"Cut the shit. You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago, Jake. Did you expect to live out the rest of your days blissfully? You killed an innocent, and now he's back for your ass." I snap as Andrea comes running down. "Here's what's gonna happen. It's going to take Andrea, Lucas, and everyone you love. It's going to drown them. And it's going to drag their bodies down to 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 going to stop until it does."

"Yeah, and how do you know that?" He asked, pointing the gun in my face. Dean took a step in front of me, shielding me from the bullet that may or may not come.

"Because that's what it did to Bill Carlton."

"Listen to yourselves, all three of you. You're insane." The sheriff accused us.

"Listen, Sheriff, you can say all you want about us, that's fine. But if we're going to bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go into the lake." I asked calmly. He hesitated.

"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea asks, her voice tight.

"No. Don't listen to them, they're liars, and they're dangerous." He shot back.

"Something tried to drown me! Chris died in that Lake," She seemed pretty livid by now. "Dad, look at me." His eyes shifted to hers. "Tell me you- you didn't kill anyone." He looks away, breathing heavily. "Oh, my god."

"Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We bullied him, but this time.... it got rough. We were holding his head underwater, we didn't mean to. But we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go and it sank. Oh, Andrea. We were just kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say I had anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost... it's not rational." The Sheriff explained. I looked over at the lake and felt my insides turn cold. Dean was about to speak, but I stopped him with a scream.

"LUCAS!" I bolted, racing towards the dock. Lucas was crouched at the end of the dock, gazing into the water. He reached forward, trying to touch the water, until a sickly gray hand popped out, and dragging him in. I dove right in, grasping onto the boys arm as we were dragged down. I kicked at the hand holding onto Lucas, freeing the small boy as in turn, it grasped onto my ankle. In a split second, I pushed Lucas upwards, sending him to the surface while the gray boy pulled me deeper. I stared into the eyes of Peter Sweeney, seeing the pain, anger, and hatred swim through them. My chest felt as if it were on fire as I struggled to hold my breath in, but I've been under too long. What little air was left in my body escaped through my lips, my world fuzzing over and darkening in a second....