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Later on that afternoon, they drive over to the local park, recalling Andrea said she'd be taking Lucas there later on. Or maybe it was because Dean wanted to hit on Andrea a little more. When all Sam and Harriet wanted to do was to figure things out. Sure, enough as they walked through the park, the female Winchester spotted the woman sitting upon a bench and followed her gaze to find Lucus sitting beside another bench not too far away. As usual, he was drawing on some paper with his crayons and playing with some toy soldiers.

"Can we join you?" Sam inquiries polity with a smile as they neared Andrea.

She peered up at the three with a sweet smile before giving the nod towards Lucas and stating, "I'm here with my son."

Dean looked towards the boy, "Oh. Mind if I say hi?" he walked off without Andrea giving him a reply. Harry shook her head at her brother's behavior and heard the woman softly chuckle beside her.

She watches him for a few seconds more and figures it would probably be best to let Dean have a word with Lucas alone since he probably understood what the poor boy was going through and maybe had a better connection with kids than he realized even though he says doesn't like them. Harriet doesn't know how her brother does it or how he raised her and Sam half the time. They always have teased him about it. Maybe it was because he was an overgrown child himself. She knows that maybe someday, her big brother would make a great father and have a family of his own to look after. But, she didn't see that likely happening anytime soon, especially if they kept going the way they did searching for their father.

Having realized she'd gotten somewhat lost in her thoughts, Harriet returned her focus to the matter at hand to now see her twin brother sat beside Andrea while she had remained standing in the same spot, staring over at her older brother where he'd gone to speak with Lucas. She now sits beside Sam on the bench and is tuned into the conversation.

"Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing is not gonna work on me."

"I don't think that's what this is about," Harry responded in defense of her brother, "I just know that he can relate and wants to help Lucas."

The twins try to be delicate as they can with their questions to Andrea about the recent drownings and her husband's death.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident," Andrea explained just as Dean came back over to join them.

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry," the older Winchester offered consolingly as Andrea nodded.

"What are the doctors saying?" Sam asked gently.

"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress."

"That can't be easy. For either of you."

"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It's just..." Andrea paused for a moment to glance over at her son, "When I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw..." her voice trailed off into silence.

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with," Dean tells her, which was confirmed on all accounts. Based on their own experiences, that are one hundred percent true.

"You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth," Andrea smiled sadly in thought, "Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish..." Before she could even continue, Lucas came walking up, holding a piece of paper in his hands, "Hey, sweetie."

But Lucas kept his head down as he trudged towards Dean and handed him a hand-drawn picture which he gratefully accepted, "Thanks...Thanks, Lucas," all of them watching as he went back towards the bench. Andrea was somewhat startled by this, and so were the twins as they shared a look. Knowing this is at least a start for them.

The picture Lucas had given Dean was a crayon drawing of a house. But the more prolonged Harriet and Sam stared at it, the more familiar it seemed to become, and a gut feeling they've already seen this house before. She just continued to keep her gaze fixed on the image for couple more seconds when it suddenly came to her. Wondering why on Earth Lucas had decided to draw the Carlton House they first visited today. It was pretty puzzling really as to why he had drawn that house in particular, and it amazed her how on point it was.

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With that, the siblings said their goodbyes to Andrea and headed back to the motel to figure out what was happening. Harriet was currently sitting upon the bed as she studied Lucas's drawing once again, trying to notice anything strange about it, but all it seemed to her was that it was just a normal kid's drawing. Her brother was sat at the small dining table with the laptop, trying to find anything online to aid their case.

The motel door clicked open and shut, making Harry look up to see Sam had returned as he now walked into the room and declared, "So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie."

"What do you mean?" Harriet asked, frowning at her brother.

"I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead," Sam explained as he went to sit beside his sister with a huff.

"He drowned?" Dean asked.

"Yep. In the sink."

"What the hell?" Harriet breathes out in shock, "So you're right if this isn't some monster or creature. Then we're dealing with something else entirely."

"Yeah, but what?" Sam nods.

"I don't know. Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water..."Dean spoke up to only then pause a moment to ponder what it could be before proclaiming, "Water that comes from the same source."

"The lake," Sam states, his sister nodding in agreement, "Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months."

"So whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it's running out of time," Harriet pronounced now standing in fear, "And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere."

Dean glanced between his siblings in shock, realizing what they were hinting at, "This is gonna happen again soon."

"And we do know one other thing for sure," Sam spoke up, "We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton."

"Yeah, it took both his kids," Harriet sadly confirmed.

"And I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris-Bill Carlton's godson," Sam revealed to his siblings.

"Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit," Dean announced. Getting up, he grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door.

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They drove over to the Carlton's home to try and see if they could get any more helpful information from Bill Carlton and the female Winchester only hoped they could out why he was at the center of all that was happening.

Now having arrived at the residence, they find Bill Carlton sat upon his bench out on the dock again like he had been when they had come to ask about his daughter, the same vacant look in his eyes as he gazed out across the lake.

"Mr. Carlton?" Sam uttered gently as the man glanced only up at the three people approaching him with caution, "We'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind."

Harriet and Sam could see from his red-rimmed eyes that he'd been crying recently and could feel an air of resignation and a deep sadness coming off him in waves that the man wasn't coping with the deaths of his children very well.

"We're from the Department-"

"I don't care who you're with," Bill cut Dean off rather abruptly, his voice raw with grief and void of emotion, "I've answered enough questions today."

"Your son said he saw something in that lake," Sam went on to push Mr. Carlton for answers to the questions they had, "What about you? You ever see anything out there?" yet the man doesn't even answer. Hence, Sam gives it another shot, "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. It's..." Bill paused, getting choked up in his grief for a moment, "it's worse than dying. Go away. Please."

Knowing they weren't going to get any answers out of the man made all of them feel truly awful about having to bother the man who had lost both his children within the space of a couple of days. Yet none of them understood what he was going through as Harriet now gave her brother's arms a short tug, a signal for them to leave the grieving father be and head back towards the Impala.

On their way back towards the car, there's a drawn silence between the siblings just as the female Winchester now inquired in out-loud in thought to her brothers, "What do you think?"

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

"So now what?" Sam inquired with a sigh as he leaned against the passenger side of Baby.

"I haven't got a clue, man," Dean shook his head instead of at a loss with it as the female Winchester turned to gaze towards the Carlton house.

"I think we should give Lucas another shot," Harriet now turned to her older brother, "See if you can get him to talk or maybe draw you something again. He might know something that could help us," she continued to explain as her brothers gauped at her in confusion, "Uh, what?"

"Why do you think Lucas will know anything?" Dean asked.

"Come on, Dean, think about it," Harriet replied with exasperation rolling her eyes before folding her arms in front of her and giving her older brother a pointed look, "The drawing Lucas gave you of the Carlton house was a replica, I think he's involved in this somehow, or maybe at least he knows something about all this."

"What? The Carlton House," Dean exclaimed in surprise, quickly pulling the picture out the pocket of his leather jacket, holding it out before him, comparing it to the actual house before him and the drawing, "Damn it, Harry, you're right."

The young woman rolled her eyes just as Sam approached to glance at the picture in Dean's grasp and now peered over at his twin, "Why didn't you mention anything earlier?"

She lightly shrugs, "I don't know. You never asked, and I thought you might have figured it out too already."

"Whatever, Sherlock," Sam laughed, "Maybe, don't keep your discoveries all to yourself next time. Now let's go and talk to Lucas," Sam went towards the passenger door on the driver's side and paused before opening it and frowned curiously at his twin, "Come to think of it what did you get for your mock MCAT(Medical College Admission Test) test anyway."

"Uh, a 527, I think," she casually shrugs, going to open the back passenger door, acting like it wasn't a big deal, and it was as her brothers can't help but gawk at her in amazement, "What? But neither of them offers a response, "Will, you both, quit gawking at me like it's such a big deal and get going. Please, we've got work to do."

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They arrived at Andrea's after having asked around where she lived. For such a small town, it wasn't exactly hard to find after all. Getting out of Baby, they walked towards the home and rang the doorbell.

When Andrea finally answered the door to them before then explaining why they were here, she seemed a little less than excited about the idea of talking to Lucas again, "I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea."

"I just need to talk to him," Dean pleaded as they now entered Andrea's house, "Just for a few minutes."

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

"Andrea," Sam now interjected, trying to persuade her, "We think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there.

"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all," she turned to him, somewhat bewildered, trying to convince them that all it was but to them, it sounded like she was more likey trying to convince herself.

"If that's what you believe, then we'll go," Dean began to state seriously, "But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son."

Andrea remained silent for a long moment which almost had the twins convinced that she might kick them out when they suddenly let out a sigh of defeat and led the siblings through the house to Lucas' bedroom. He was sat upon the floor inside the drawing, and little green army men scattered across the floor.

Dean goes over to Lucas and crouches beside him while the others remain standing in the doorway

"Hey, Lucas. You remember me?" but as usual, the boy doesn't answer as the eldest Winchester began sifting through the drawings Lucas has done, which made Harriet take a double take noticing he had drawn two identical pictures of a red bicycle, "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again."

Yet there's still no response as the boy was still too lost in his drawing as Dean now pulled out the picture of the Carlton house and unfolded it, placing it before him, "How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen?" but again there's only silence, "Maybe you could nod yes or no for me."

"You're scared," Dean observed,  "It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too, " the twins couldn't help but listen intently to what their brother was saying, both still desperate to know anything more about the woman who had been their mother, "I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom-I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too."

Once Dean had finished giving his little heartfelt speech to Lucas. The female Winchester found it somewhat hard to believe the words that had come out of her older brother's mouth, yet the tears of sorrow forming in her eyes couldn't be helped. She felt Sam clasping hold of her hand and squeezing it in solace and glanced into his eyes, seeing the same sadness reflected from within, squeezing his hand back in kind.

With the sound of Lucas dropping his crayon upon the wooden floor, Harriet and Sam now peered back into the room as they saw the boy looking at Dean, turning to grab a specific picture to then offer it for Dean to take. Dean grabbed the drawing and glanced back down at it, and Harriet tried her best to see what it could be. It was a drawing of a white church beside a yellow house with a boy wearing a blue baseball cap standing beside a red bicycle in front of a wooden fence.

"Thanks, Lucas," Dean said gratefully.

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Sam was currently upfront sitting shotgun with Dean as his sister was in the backseat looking over his shoulder at the picture Lucas had given their brother. As they searched for the white church and yellow house with the red bike, "Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died," the eldest Winchester remarked out loud in thought.

"There are cases..." Sam considered a moment before continuing, "Going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies."

Harry glanced out the window for a moment in thought as Dean went on with some concern, "Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow?"

"I haven't got a freakin' clue," the female Winchester retorted.

"I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you guys have got a better lead, please share with the class!" Dean snapped at his siblings.

Both the twins raised their hands in acknowledgment as Sam declared, "All right, we got another house to find."

"The only problem is there are about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone," Dean scoffed in animosity.

Sam takes another glance at the picture before gesturing at the church, "See this church?" his twin nodded in agreement, "I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."

"Oh, College Boy thinks he's so smart," Dean teased his brother playfully from the driver's seat, making him and Harry laugh.

It then goes entirely after a moment as Harriet relaxed back into her seat glanced out the window for a moment at the scenery passing by, contemplating whether or not what to say that has been not only on her mind but Sam's as well. Yet she decided maybe it was worth just taking a shot at it, "Hey uh Dean...you know what you said about mom..." she trailed off awkwardly for a second, "you've never really spoken to Sam and me about that before."

"It's no big deal," Dean shrugged off rather awkwardly, knowing there was nothing else to discuss on the matter only to find his siblings gazing back at him, "Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?" the twins couldn't help but laugh in response.

Leave it to their big brother to try and avoid any family discussions that might verge on the hint of emotion whatsoever that left an awkward fog of silence between them all afterward.

A couple of minutes later, they had pulled up to a white church as they approached the building. Dean pulled out Lucas's picture from his jacket so he could compare it to the scenery laid out before them. When he puts it down, they all glanced in the direction of the two-story yellow house across the street with the fence just like Lucas had drawn. All three siblings shared a knowing look before walking towards the house.

They knocked on the door of the yellow house, and we were all instead taken aback when an old lady answered the door. Quickly regaining his composure, Dean introduced them as the Wildlife Service and asked if they could come in to ask her a couple of questions, so the woman lets them inside.

"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?" as Dean continued to speak, a sorrow filled the old woman's eyes as she looked down sadly.

"No, sir. Not for a very long time," seeing the confusion in their eyes, she kindly invited them inside, leading them to another room inside the house. It appeared to be a little boy's bedroom with toys lying about the room. Still, everything had a fine coating of dust like it hadn't been touched in years, "Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now," the old woman deeply sighed, gazing over at a small framed picture of her son Peter that stood upon the bedside table, "The police never-I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared."

Harriet was almost too focused on the woman's words to have noticed her twin brother gently nudging her as he now slyly gestures to the right with his head. She carefully glimpses over at the little army men posed atop a bookshelf, almost similar to what Lucas had when last seeing him.

"Losing him- you know, it's...it's worse than dying," she finally told them with a solemn expression. When Harriet instantly recalls Bill Carlton having spoken those very words when they last saw him. 

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

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up," she answered with a sigh.

As the older woman continued to talk, Harriet let her eyes survey the room, seeing if there was anything significant. If Peter hadn't disappeared from his home, there had to be another reason Lucas had drawn that picture of this same house. Glancing around a little more, Harry spots a photo of Peter and another boy stuck into the side of a mirror hanging up on a wall.

Walking towards it, she gently took it from the frame to have a better look before turning it over and reading the writing on the back out loud, "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy." She flashes the picture towards her brothers before adding, "Something's telling me we need to go and see Bill Carlton again," her brothers nodded in agreement, the family excusing themselves from the old lady's house before going back to the Carlton home once again.

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As they drove back, Sam began to summarize the information they had gathered together so far, "Okay, so this little boy Peter Sweeney vanishes, and yet somehow this is all connected to Bill Carlton."

"Yeah, Bill sure as hell is hiding something, huh?" Dean remarks with a scoff.

"Which means all the people he loves are getting punished," Harry continued from Sam.

"So what if Bill did something to Peter?" the eldest Winchester wondered aloud in thought.

"What if Bill killed him?" Sam returned with another question.

"Peter's spirit would be furious," Dean concluded with a nod, "It'd want revenge. It's possible."

Soon as they pulled up to the Carlton house, they finished conversing, piled out of the Impala, and made their approach towards the house. They knocked but received no answer, so they walked off the porch and searched the property for Bill Carlton when Sam then called out his name.

"Mr. Carlton?"

The whirring of an engine now traveled through Harriet's ears but found it challenging to locate the source of it the noise when her big brother exclaimed, "Hey, check it out."

She turned to see with her brothers was one Bill Carlton heading out into the lake on a small motorboat. They all sprang forwards into action towards the dock, Harry trying to keep up with her brother's lengthy strides as they sprinted, making her wish that she wasn't so short.

Dean had begun to yell, trying to get the man's attention once they had finally reached the end of the dock, "Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!"

Harriet gave it a shot as well when to no avail, they knew he wasn't going to listen to a word they would say, "Mr. Carlton!"

Yet despite all their efforts in shouting and trying to warn him, Bill Carlton continued to dismiss them and went sailing out further into the lake, and all they could do was stand by and watch in horror as the water rose in a massive swell before Bill.

The rising water crashed against the boat and flipped it, sending Bill Carlton whisking through the air where he landed into the water with an almighty splash and quickly sunk into the water. All three Winchesters waited with a sense of pure suspense and panic as they stood upon the dock waiting for Bill to reappear from the water, but it was clear to see that the man was no more. Harriet gazed out towards the lake in despair, where Bill Carlton had just lost his life in the murky depths of this body of water, still in an utter state of shock of the tragic event that had just taken place before her and her brother's eyes.

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