There were various disadvantages of interrogating those who've lost tremendously in a short period of time. Odessa understood people required a temporal length of time to mourn for their misfortune, and the warrior sincerely dreaded investigating them. Partially because reassuring others on the topic of death was a situation that required an abundant amount of effort, and connecting to empathize was also troublesome. It was merely an incapability to comprehend emotions differing from her own. Mr. Carlton appeared to have suffered a great loss when both his children drowned, and Odessa truly condoled him as properly as she could, with difficulty.

            Odessa trudged alongside Sam and Dean across the Carlton's boardwalk that lead further into the lake. She frowned as Mr. Carlton was expressing a sullen facial expression with a gloomy silence as he gazed off into the distance with tears dwelling in his eyes. The intensity of sorrow was almost claustrophobic as Odessa neared the man, and the irony of clouded skies wasn't entirely helping either. Folding her arms across her chest, Odessa came to a complete halt inches away from Bill Carlton, who appeared much more horrid than before. 

            "Mr. Carlton," Sam said, his tone gentle as the soothing winds flowing through the Guardian's hair. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

            "We're from the department of-" Dean began

            Mr. Carlton abruptly discontinued Dean from speaking, "I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today." His voice was hoarse, almost as if he'd been crying for hours. Odessa acknowledged Dean's startled expression he exchanged with her, to which she responded with a nonchalant shrug, hardly noticeable. Returning her attention to the older man, she spoke. "Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you, Mr. Carlton? Have you seen anything?" She pursed her lips as he didn't respond, only continuing his intense gaze off into the distance. Odessa sighed heavily, toying with the hem of jacket.

            "Sophie's drowning and Will's death," Odessa began, peering over her shoulder and glimpsed at the rippling waves of the lake. "There might be a connection. To you or your family." 

            "My children are gone. It's worse than dying," He looked upwards at the brunette, tears threatening to escape. Odessa clenched her jaw, not in anger or frustration, merely because she once experienced the suffering. "Go away. Please." Though Mr. Carlton wasn't paying attention to neither of the three, she nodded softly and stepped away.

            Sam and Dean chatted amongst themselves, exchanging possible reasons why Bill Carlton was hesitant with speaking to them. Odessa was simply exhausted with prancing around from one place to the other, hoping to gather some useful information. She pulled the Impala's door handle and entered the car without another word.

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            "I just need to talk to him, just for a few minutes." Odessa refrained from releasing the threatening eye roll as Andrea continued to decline their pleads to speak with her non-communicative son. Odessa examined the woman with a concealed judgement swirling in her eyes. Her sense of style was awfully bland and masked a majority of her skin. The cardigan was tedious and her skirt that consisted of a jean fabric had Odessa wanting nothing more than to burn it. 

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

            With an exasperated exhale, Odessa scowled at the persistent mother. She was beginning to grow increasingly discontented and fatigued with the lack of required sleeping hours. "Listen, Andrea, people are dying and we think more are going to get hurt. Something is happening out there." Andrea glimpsed at Odessa with an unreadable expression. 

            "My husband—the others, they just drowned. That's all." There was a distinct edge as she spoke, almost as if she hadn't necessarily believed the words escaping her mouth. 

            "If that's what you really believe, we'll go, 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 was evident Andrea hadn't wanted Dean to speak with Lucas, but, nonetheless, she allowed the three to trail behind her ascending the stairwell. Odessa watched intently as Dean spoke with the small child, speaking about his mother's death appeared to be difficult. And perhaps that's how he managed to connect with Lucas.

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            Odessa extended her arm outwards as she examined the drawing Lucas had composed, attempting to find the yellow home. The sunlight's rays had Odessa squint involuntarily, and as she brought her arm back to her side, there was the house in a series of blurs. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, preventing it from clashing against her face. She peered over her shoulder, glancing at both Sam and Dean with a hesitant glimmer in her eyes. They communicated through silence and snuck one last glance at the church beside them. 

            "We're sorry to bother you, ma'am, but does a little boy live here by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle." Odessa quirked a brow as the older woman sighed heavily as she gazed down at Odessa's heels absentmindedly with a distraught expression. "No, sir," She replied, tone wavering as she spoke. "Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." The older woman sighed again as she examined the photo that was perched on a night stand. In the frame, there was a photo of a young boy who appeared to be in his teens. 

            "The police never—I never had any idea what happened," She pivoted to face the three again as she spoke. "He just disappeared. Losing him—You know, it's worse than dying." Odessa scrunched her eyebrows together as she said those words, which were identical to Bill Carlton's. Odessa craned her neck as she felt a gentle nudge come from Sam, who jutted his chin in the direction of toy army soldiers. Understanding his reference, she nodded and returned her attention to the older woman.

            The older woman pursed her lips as she glanced down at the wooden flooring, tears dwelling in her eyes. "Did he disappear from here—I mean, from this house?" Dean questioned. Her eyes widened, almost as if she were re-encounter the anger she once buried inside. "He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." The corner's of Odessa's lips curved upwards in a sympathetic grin. The woman returned the smile, however, Odessa noticed how strained it was. 

            Dean strode to the mirror that was placed on a dresser, tabletop enclosed with all sorts of perfumes and other objects. He pricked a picture from the banister and intently examined the scribbles written on the back. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, 1970." Dean read aloud, returning his gaze to his brother and the beautiful brunette.

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            As Sam and Dean expressed their gathered information, Odessa remained seated in the backseat in silence as she attempted to attach the pieces of this mysterious puzzle. Pursing her lips, Odessa spoke. "Everyone Bill loves," She says, scooting forward to perch her chin on the seat. "They're getting punished for whatever reason." Dean scrutinized Odessa from the rearview mirror swiftly before returning his gaze on the gravel road in front of him. "What if Bill did something to Peter?"

            Sam intervened, "What if Bill killed him?" 

            Odessa nodded slowly, mainly to herself, before she interjected her viewpoint. "Well, it would make sense. Peter's spirit would be furious. He'd want revenge. It's definitely possible." She said as Dean drove into the driveway of the remaining Carlton's. 

            Exiting the vehicle, Sam began shouting for Bill, hoping he would hear and muster some form of energy to speak with them truthfully. Odessa came to a halt as she could make out the sound of a motor. "Hey, check it out." Dean said, motioning to look off into the lake. She exasperatedly inhaled sharply as Bill Carlton drove his boat into the lake. As if on cue, the three darted to the boardwalk. Odessa sprinted as hastily as she could manage in six-inch heels, which was indeed fast, considering she's had plenty of practice.

            At the edge of the boardwalk, they began shouting for him to return, to which he ignored and continued his suicide mission. Seconds passed as the boat was thrown up in the air and sunk quickly as ever to the bottom. 

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            Odessa was uncertain Dean understood the penalty of impersonating government officials, and if he did, Odessa was convinced he was utterly crazy. He insisted of returning to Andrea's and Lucas' home to confirm if the little boy was indeed okay. She and Sam attempted to alter his way of thinking, they too were assertive that Peter's spirit was at rest now, but the eldest brother was persistent. 

            The three stood outside of Andrea's home as they awaited for someone to answer their knocking. Odessa glimpsed around, somewhat hesitant to be standing in plain sight as they were threatened to leave town hours prior. Dean extended his hand to push the doorbell, before the door was swiftly pulled open. Odessa flinched and her eyes widened a considerable size at Lucas' heavy and intense breathing. "Lucas. Lucas!" Dean cried, only for the little boy to respond in with his frightened expression.

            The three sprinted up the stairs, trailing being Lucas. Odessa furrowed her brows as the wooden stairs were coaxed in a greenish-fluid. Dean pushed Lucas and Odessa aside, kicking the door wide open. As Dean embraced Lucas, Odessa and Sam rushed inside the bathroom. Sam appeared to be struggling when trying to lift Andrea from her bath. Without processing the ultimate outcome, Odessa swiftly gripped Andrea's torso, using her enhanced strength to assist Sam. Seconds later, Andrea's head was free from the water and Sam managed to fall to the floor with Andrea in his arms, laying atop him.

            Dashing to reach for her robe, Odessa hastily handed Andrea the silk clothing to conceal her exposed skin. Raking her fingers through her hair, Odessa's chest heaved upwards and downwards she tried to fathom the inexpiable events.

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            Fiddling with the now-dried hem of her blouse, Odessa trailed Lucas outside their home, silently wondering why the child's odd behavior brought them to a patch of grass outside. "You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" 

            Both brothers began digging into the patch of grass and were greeted with an intense thud as Sam brought the shovel down once more. Sending each other bewildered expressions, they fell to their knees and shoved across the piles of dirt. Odessa quirked a brow as they pulled what appeared to be a handle, which was attached to the bike Lucas drew. "Peter's bike," Odessa mumbled, "What the hell?" 

            Odessa froze as she heard the safety of a gun being pressed down, "Who are you?"

            "Put the gun down, Jake." Sam demanded.

            Jake's hand's were shaking and Odessa knew he was terrified. "How did you know that was there?" His eyes widened to a considerable size, and his ragged breathing could be heard from miles away. 

            Dean spoke, "What happened—You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake, and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried."

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

            Chuckling humorlessly, Odessa responded with a profound tone. "You and Bill killed Peter thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell we're talking about."

            Andrea entered the scene shouting and sprinting. "Now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit."

            "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 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."

            "How do you know that?"

            Odessa answered, breaking the silence, "Because it's what it did to Bill Carlton."

            "Listen to yourselves, all of you. You're insane."

             Dean shook his head gently. "I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us," Odessa could sense the frustration radiating off Dean as he spoke. The intensity swirling in his iris' when glaring at Jake. "But if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them to dust. Tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake."

            Odessa couldn't bring herself to listen to Jake attempt to explain himself, she didn't pity him for his awaiting future. Perhaps that was a terrible trait, but Odessa didn't connect with Jake's past. Peering off over her shoulder, a gasp escaped her lips as she witnessed Lucas kneel beside the boardwalk's edge. "Lucas!" She heard someone shout, but she was already dashing to reach Lucas from being pulled under.

            Sam and Dean outran Odessa with their lengthy legs and immediately dove into the water. Odessa halted at the edge of the dock, eyes skimming the water for any sign of the brothers. She felt utterly useless. She couldn't swim and now she couldn't save a boy's life. She watched in horror as Jake sacrificed himself to save Lucas, and Dean managed to save the little boy's life. Yet, Odessa felt as if she couldn't breathe. She could've saved him, or at least helped. But she stood there, watching. This wasn't what Guardian's were supposed to do.

            Despite Lucas being saved, the brother's being safe, and Dean earning a peck from Andrea, Odessa felt terrible.

(A/N: All right, I got super tired of writing this episode, I think you can notice my writing change after a while. After two days of re-writing the same scenes, it's gets really annoying, so I'm sorry for the heaps of dialogue at the end of the chapter. But I'm ready for the next one. Also, I haven't edited this yet, so there might be errors all over this, so please comment when you see one.

Please leave comments and I'd like to hear your opinion on how I'm doing so far. Thanks for reading :))