Sam drove us out of Lost Creek, I was very happy to leave that place. And also shocked that Dean let Sam drive. I spent my time in the backseat napping with Sylvester though, I wasn't allowed to do much because of what the Wendigo did to me. But after Dean picked up a few newspapers, he decided to stop at a diner to eat. Sam carried me in, it smelled nice. "Table for three?" the waitress asked, I felt Sam nod his head. "Right this way," the woman said and Sam started walking again.  Dean ordered a huge burger with extra onions, Sam ordered a salad, and I ordered chicken nuggets. Dean had gotten me a sling for my arm though, I wasn't allowed to take it off though. Dean started looking through the newspaper when Sam left to go to the bathroom, circling a few articles. The waitress walked up not long after that, "Can I get you anything else?" she asked, Dean looked up at her with the end of the pen in his mouth, he grinned at her. "Just the check please," Sam told her as he sat back down. I ate another french fry. "Okay," she grinned as she turned back around to go into the kitchen. Dean watched her go before bending his head to look at the table in disappointment. "You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while," Dean said as he turned to look at Sam. Dean pointed towards the kitchen, "That's fun," he told him. Sam rolled his eyes and gestured towards me. Dean sighed and handed him a newspaper with an article he'd just circled. "Here, take a look at this, I think I got one," Dean told him, Sam took the paper and started to skim over it. "Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week, Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn't walk back out. Authorities dragged the water, nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either, they had a funeral two days ago." Sam looked a little confused, "A funeral?" he asked. Dean nodded, "Yeah, they buried an empty coffin. For uhm, closure or whatever," Dean answered with a dismissive wave of his hand as he went back to the other newspapers. "Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them," Sam told him. I took a long sip of my water, not this again. "Something you want to say to me?" Dean asked, getting defensive. "The trail for Dad, it's getting colder every day," Sam exaggerated the sentence. "What are we supposed to do?" Dean asked, Sam didn't really have an answer. "I don't know, something. Anything," Sam was getting louder. "I'm sick of this attitude," Dean snapped at him, "You don't think I want to find Dad as much as you do?" he asked. "Yeah, I know you do. It's just-" Dean cut him off. "I'm the one who's been with him every single day for the last two years. While you've been off to college, doing pep-rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?" Dean sounded a bit like Dad there, I took another long sip of my water. Sam rolled his eyes and Dean got distracted by the waitress walking past. Sam rolled his eyes again, "All right, Lake Manitoc," Sam started, but noticed Dean wasn't paying attention, "Hey!" Dean looked over at him, "Huh?" Sam rolled his eyes again, "How far?" Sam asked again. I got up and went to the bathroom while they discussed that. When I got back, Dean was waiting for me and Sam was in the car.

About two hours later, we pulled up to a small little house next to a lake. The trees around it were pretty, Dean went back to the glove box and grabbed another set of badges. "Chris, you're staying in the car," he told me as he turned to look at me. I nodded and laid down in the backseat, pulling my blanket over me and curled up with Sylvester to wait. Sam and Dean got out of the car after I did that, I heard their talking fade as they got to the house. I curled up in a ball and drifted off to sleep not long after that. They weren't gone for five minutes, but I continued to try to take my nap. Falling asleep didn't take long. I didn't get to sleep very long either before Dean woke me up. "Come on short stack," he said as he shook my leg. I groaned and curled up farther into the blanket. He sighed and got out, but then he opened my door and picked me up, leaving the blanket and Sylvester behind. "Come on, inside we go," Dean told me as he carried me into the sheriff's office. "Can I help you?" an older looking man asked, Sam answered. "Uh yeah, we're with the wildlife service. We're looking into Sophie Carlton's drowning," Sam told him. The man sounded confused as he looked at me. "And you brought a child on an investigation?" he sounded skeptical. "She was recently attacked by a bear in Colorado I don't want to let her out of my sight anytime soon," Dean told him with a nod. The man nodded in a bit of understanding before going back to the original topic, "Now, I'm sorry, but why does the wildlife service care about an accidental drowning?" he asked. Sam walked in front of us, "You sure it's accidental?" Sam asked, "Will Carlton saw something grab his sister," Sam told him. "Like what?" the sheriff asked as he led us to a small office area behind the desk. "Here, sit, please," he told us, "There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake. There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Lochness Monster," he told us. Dean put me in one of the chairs before sitting down himself. "Yeah... right," Dean said with a small laugh. The sheriff continued, "Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still, we dragged that entire lake, we even ran a sonar sweep. Just to be sure, and there was nothing down there." he assured us. Dean leaned forward, "That's weird though, that's the third missing body this year," Dean told him. The sheriff sighed, "I know, these are people from my town. These are people I care about," he told us. Dean nodded his head, "I know." The sheriff sighed again, "Anyway... all this... it won't be a problem much longer." The sheriff told us as he leaned back in his chair. Sam and Dean tilted their heads, "What do you mean?" Dean asked. The sheriff looked at them like it was obvious, "Well the dam of course," he told them. Dean leaned back in his chair, sitting up straight, "Of course, the dam. It's uh, sprung a leak..." Dean said. The sheriff raised an eyebrow again, "It's falling apart. And the feds won't give us the grant to fix it, so they've opened the spillway. In another six months, it won't be much of a lake. Won't be much of a town either. But as federal wildlife, you already knew that," he told them. I yawned and curled up in the chair. "Exactly," Dean told him. A woman walked in, "Hey, am I interrupting? I can come back later," she offered as she started to turn around. "Gentlemen, this is my daughter," the sheriff told us. Dean walked over to her and offered a hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Dean." The woman smiled and shook his hand, "Andrea Bar, hi." The sheriff started to talk again, "They're from the wildlife service about the lake." Andrea's expression changed, "Oh," was all she said. A red-headed boy, older than me appeared from behind her, "Oh hey there, what's your name?" Dean asked. He only turned around and went back behind Andrea, who turned and walked back into the lobby area. "His name is Lucas," the sheriff told us. "Is he okay?" Sam asked, looking away from Lucas as he was being handed crayons. "My grandson's been through a lot, we all have..." he trailed off. Then he changed his mood, "Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know," the sheriff told us as he started to show us to the door. Dean picked me up and started to leave, "You know, now that you mention it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Dean said, as he finished his question he looked at Andrea. Really Dean? Andrea stared at him for a moment, "Lakefront Motel, go around the corner. It's two blocks up," she told him. Dean looked at the ceiling and muttered, "Two..." before looking over at her, "Would you mind showing us?" he asked. Andrea laughed slightly, "You want me to walk you two blocks?" Sam sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, "Not if it's any trouble," Dean told her dismissively. "I'm headed that way anyway," Andrea said with a smile. Andrea turned back towards the sheriff, "I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three." She leaned over to hug Lucas, "Then we'll go to the park okay sweetie?" she didn't get a reply. Lucas continued to color. "Thanks again," Sam told the sheriff as we followed Andrea out. I poked Dean in his side, he looked over at me as we walked out, "Yeah short stack?" he asked, Andrea turned around a bit confused until she saw he was talking to me. "It hurts," was all I had to say before Sam grabbed my medicine out of his pocket and handed it to Dean. Dean jogged over to the car, opened the trunk and grabbed a water from the ice chest. Andrea watched as I took it, "What happened to her?" she asked as she walked back over. "We went on a little... camping trip in Colorado. She wandered off and a big grizzly found her, we scared it off before it could do anything to bad, but it still got her," Sam told her. "Not gonna let her out of your sight huh?" she asked as Dean picked me up again. Dean nodded, "I'm not gonna let some stranger babysit her, so she's just tagging along," Dean told her. I drifted off to sleep on Dean's shoulder as my medicine kicked in.

I'm not sure how long I was asleep, but I woke up in a bed. A motel bed to be more precise. I could hear Sam and Dean talking, "-whole lake monster theory, it just bugs me," Sam was saying. "Why?" I heard Dean ask him, I still felt drowsy. So I rolled onto my side to try to get more sleep. "Loch Ness, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here? Almost nothing. Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it," Sam told him. After a few moments, Dean started to talk, "Wait, Bar, Christopher Bar, where have I heard that name before?" "Christopher Bar, the victim in May... Oh, Christopher Bar was Andrea's husband, Lucas' father. Apparently, he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating platform when Chris drowned, hours before he was rescued." Was that why Lucas acted weird? I wondered, "No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over," Dean said. I didn't like his tone, but what he said was true. I started to drift off to sleep when Dean sat on the side of the bed next to me. "I know you're up short stack," I groaned in response. "It's three, which means Andrea's picked up Lucas and is going to the park. You know you want to go to the park," Dean told me in one of his convincing tones. Why would I want to go to the park? I couldn't use my right arm. So I didn't budge. Dean sighed dramatically, "I'll take you to a bookstore and I'll buy you a book," Dean tried again. I hesitantly sat up, Sam was smirking from the doorway. "God Sam, she's a little nerd like you," Dean complained as he picked me up. Sam just continued to smirk, "You act like that's a bad thing," Sam told him as he opened the door. Dean walked out of the room and put me in the car and off to the park we went.

"Can we join you?" Sam asked as we approached Andrea, who was intently watching Lucas color on a bench. Her attention snapped towards us, "I'm here with my son," she said with a smile."Oh," Dean set me down on the ground and nudged me towards the playground. I sighed and headed towards Lucas, I didn't really have any interest in the louder children, never did. "Hi Lucas," I attempted to start a conversation, key word being attempted. He only glanced at me as I sat on a clear part of the bench. "My names Chris," I told him, he didn't acknowledge me this time. Instead, he continued to draw a little house, it looked familiar. "Did you make up that little house? It looks familiar," I told him. He looked up at me, his eyes slightly wide, but he didn't say anything. He looked back down at his drawing and started to color it faster. I looked at the little pile of drawings he had next to him, they varied from a red bike, some house, and a black swirl. Dean chose that moment to walk over, "You being nice Chris?" he asked as he walked over. I nodded my head, "Sam has something for you," he told me. I knew that was my cue to go so Dean could try to talk to him. I got up, "Bye Lucas," I told him before walking over to Sam and Andrea. Sam was talking to Andrea about Chris, she was quiet when she talked about it. Sam picked me up when I got over there and put me on his leg. They stood up after a while to continue their conversation, that's when Dean came back over. "He hasn't even talked to me, not since his dad's accident," she was telling Sam. "Yeah, we heard. Sorry," Dean told her as Sam handed me back to him. "What are the doctor's saying?" Sam asked as he glanced over at Lucas, Andrea had been doing the same throughout the entire conversation. Dean put me back on the ground. Andrea sighed, "That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress," Sam shook his head, "That can't be easy for either of you?" Sam said sadly. "We moved in with my dad," Andrea told us as she looked back over at Lucas, "He helps out a lot. It's just, when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw..." she trailed off. "Kids are strong, you'd be surprised what they can deal with," Dean said as he looked at me. "You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with to tell you the truth," Andrea told us. "Now he just spends time drawing those pictures, playing with those army men," she told us as Lucas walked up, holding a picture. "I just wish-hey sweetie." Lucas handed the picture to Dean, not looking at him. "Thanks Lucas," Dean said as he took it and started looking at it. Lucas only turned and started walking back to the bench. It was silent as Andrea stared at Dean with slight awe. The picture looked like the familiar little house. Dean took me to the bookstore not long after that.

"Alright little nerd, what book did you want?" Dean asked as we walked into the old bookstore. I went to the fiction section, I skimmed through the titles until I'd found one I hadn't heard of before. It was called 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone'. I picked it up and looked at the summary of it, from what I could make out of it, I liked. So, I walked over to Dean and held up the book. Dean looked down at me and picked up the book, it was hardcover. "You want this one?" he asked, I nodded. Dean walked over to the check-out counter and bought the book. Sam was in the car when we left. He watched us come back with a smirk as I held my new book.

I woke up the next morning to Sam practically slamming the door closed. I jumped up, now awake. Dean looked over at me and then over at Sam, "So, I think it's safe we can rule out Nessie," Sam said as he sat on the bed with Dean. "What do you mean?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow. "I just drove past the Carlton house, there was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead." Dean seemed a little taken aback, "He drowned?" he asked. "Yep. In the sink," he exaggerated the word 'sink'. "What the hell?" Dean asked, then he turned to look at me, "No sinks," I nodded and curled back up in the bed. "So this isn't a creature, we're dealing with something else," Dean told Sam."Yeah, but what?" Sam asked as he stared at the floor."I don't know. A water wraith maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean something that controls water... Water that comes from the same source," Sam seemed to realize the same. "The lake, which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a couple months, whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it's running out of time." Sam realized. "And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone almost anywhere. This is gonna happen again, soon," Dean told him. "And we do know one other thing for sure, this does have something to do with Bill Carlton," Sam told him. Dean nodded, "Yeah, it took both of his kids," Dean answered. "And I've been asking around, Lucas' dad Chris? Bill Carlton's godson," Sam told Dean, I curled up back into my blankets. "Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit," Dean said as he got up and walked over to me. "Hey short stack, you need anything before we go?" Dean asked gently as he grabbed my medicine off of the nightstand and a room temperature cup of water from last night. I shook my head and sat up to take the medicine from Dean, who pet my hair as I took it. "We'll be back in a few hours," Dean assured me as he grabbed his jacket and followed Sam out the door. I went back to sleep after they'd locked the door.

I was sitting on the couch when Dean opened the door, "Come on short stack, we're goin' on a little road trip," I sighed and got up, grabbing the book Dean had gotten me, Sylvester, and a blanket before following him to the car. Sam was in the passenger seat looking at a drawing, I guessed it was Lucas'. I crawled in the backseat after Dean opened the door for me and ran around to his seat. Once we were back on the road, "Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died," Dean told Sam, who was still analyzing the drawing. "There are cases going through a traumatic experience, could make certain people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies..." Sam said as he put the drawing on the dash. "What if Lucas is tapping into it somehow? It's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you've got a better lead, please." Sam put a hand up in surrender as he looked back at the drawing, "All right, we got another house to find." Sam sighed. "The problem is there's about a thousand yellow two stories in this county alone," Dean complained. I got comfortable in the back and decided to open my book to read, I was on the third chapter. "See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here," Sam offered as he pointed at the picture. "Oh, college boy. Thinks he's so smart," Dean said with a smirk. Sam scoffed and it was silent for a moment, "You know, uhm... What you said about mom... You never told me that before," Sam said as he looked over at Dean, who tightened his grip on the steering wheel, "It's no big deal." Dean dismissed, I put my bookmark in my book, I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to read until this conversation was finished. Dean looked over at Sam, "Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything are we?" Sam laughed silently before the car went silent. I picked my book back up and started to read again.

It didn't take long for Dean to drive up to a white church with a black roof, he and Dean got out of the car and looked at the picture. I climbed out of the car, feeling nauseous. Dean noticed, "I told you not to read in the car," he told me with an I-told-you-so tone. I glared at him and trudged along behind he and Sam. I heard Sam laugh from in front of us. The two looked at the picture again, and then at a house across the street. "You wanna go with short stack? Or do you want to sit in the car?" I grabbed his hand, "Go with," I told him before we started walking across the street. Sam knocked on the door and an old woman answered. "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..." The woman seemed saddened by Dean's question, "No sir, not for a very long time. Peter's been gone thirty-five years now," she told us as she sat on a chair, Sam and I did the same while Dean poked around the room. "The police never... I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared," her voice cracked. "Losing him... You know? It's... It's worse than dying," she told us honestly, the boy's attention switched from some green army men to each other with a knowing look. The woman looked on the verge of tears, "Did he disappear from here? I mean from this house?" Dean asked. "He was supposed to, ride his bike. Straight home after school, but he never showed up," Dean walked over to a mirror with a picture hanging on it. He grabbed it and looked at the back, "'Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, 1970,'" he read. It didn't take long after that for us to leave the house and head back to Lost Creek, to Bill Carlton's house. "Okay, so this little boy, Peter Sweeney vanishes. And this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow," Sam reviewed. "Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something," Dean agreed. "Bill, the people he loves, they're all getting punished," Sam told Dean, I curled up in a ball in the back seat, still nauseous. "What if Bill did something to Peter?" Dean asked, Sam elaborated, "What if Bill killed him?" Dean looked back at the road, "Then Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge, it's possible." The two continued to review the information they gathered as I drifted off to sleep to get rid of the nausea.

I woke up when Sam opened and slammed his door closed, "Stay here," Dean ordered before he got out. I sat up to look around, we were at what I guessed was Bill's house. "Mr. Carlton!" I heard Sam call out as he looked around, I saw a boat move to the middle of the lake. Sam and Dean took off running to the dock, screaming for the man to come back. The man turned to look at them before the boat shot up out of the water, sending him flying. Both sank, neither resurfaced. Almost ten minutes later the cops showed up and escorted us to the station, I clung to Dean's arm. I never wanted to see that, ever again.

We walked into the station with the sheriff, Sam was holding me in his arms. Andrea and Lucas were behind the front desk, Lucas was shaking, rocking himself back and forth. "Sam, Dean, Chris, I didn't expect to see you here," she called as she stood up. "So now you're on a first-name basis?" the sheriff asked as he let us behind the front desk and back to his office. "What are you doing here?" the sheriff asked quietly. "I brought you dinner," Andrea told him. He sighed, "I'm sorry sweetheart, I really don't have the time..." the sheriff told her as he took off his jacket. She sighed, "I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?" she asked seriously. "Right now, we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home," Lucas' panic seemed to worsen, he got up out of his chair and grabbed Dean's arm, pulling. "Lucas, hey what is it?" Andrea turned to grab her son's arm, "Lucas," she tried to comfort. "Lucas, it's okay, it's okay," Dean tried to sooth as Andrea pulled him off of his arm. The look he gave Dean as Andrea escorted him out was sad, I could tell it hit Dean hard. The sheriff walked into his office, threw his jacket aside. Sam turned to follow, Dean took a few moments to follow suit. "So let me get this straight, 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?" Dean looked at Sam and me, "Yeah, about sums it up," Dean told him with a nod of his head. I had my face buried in Sam's neck. "And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've sonar swept that entire lake and what you're describing is impossible. And you're not really wildlife service," Dean had an oh-sh*t face I'm sure. "That's right, I checked. The department's never heard of you two," Dean came up with an excuse. "See? Now we can explain that-" the sheriff cut him off, "Enough, please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So, we have a couple options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials, get her taken away from you 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," his tone was full of venom by the end of his sentence. Sam's grip tightened on me and mine tightened on his shirt. "Door number two sounds good," Sam told him. "That's the one I'd pick," the sheriff told us before telling us to leave. Sam was the first one out the door, despite Dean being closer.

We left town by nightfall. We were stopped at a red light with a sign pointing to Milwaukee, Dean stayed parked there after the light had turned. "Green," Sam told us, leaning his head against the window. "What?" Dean asked, he wasn't looking at the light, only straight ahead. "Light's green," Sam told him. Dean turned back in the direction of Lost Creek. "Uh, interstate's the other way?" Sam told him. "I know," Dean told him, I was curled up against the door, wrapped up in a blanket while I clung to Sylvester, thinking about how today had gone. I could've lost Sam and Dean... Dean was speeding down the highway back to town. The two were arguing. "But Dean, this job, I think it's over." Dean shook his head, "I'm not so sure," Sam raised an eyebrow, "If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. His spirit should be at rest," Sam tried to convince him. "Alright, so what if this thing isn't done? What if we missed something?" Sam was starting to get annoyed, "But why would you think that?" Dean took a breath, "Because Lucas was really scared." Sam looked incredulous, "That's what this is about?" Dean stayed focused on the road, "I just don't want to leave town till I know the kid's okay," Sam still seemed shocked, "Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?" he asked, still incredulous. I'm sure Dean rolled his eyes, "Shut up," Dean told him.

We got back in town and pulled up to the sheriff's house almost twenty minutes later. "Stay here," Dean ordered as he and Sam jumped out of the car and walked up to the front door. Dean didn't even get to knock before the door was thrown open, it was Lucas. Dean crouched and asked him something before he and Sam ran into the house. I clung to Sylvester and closed my eyes to wait for them to get back. Sam came back and got me almost thirty minutes later, just as the sun was rising. I jumped in his arms with a whimper. He shushed me gently before carrying me inside. He put me in Lucas' bedroom, where Lucas was sitting on the floor furiously coloring. We'd walked past a traumatized looking Andrea talking to Dean on the couch. I sat on the floor with Lucas and watched him color for a while. But that was before he stood up and walked out of the room, I followed, "Lucas?" I questioned as he walked into the living room to look out the glass door. "My dad, what are you talking about?" I heard Andrea question. Dean was watching us, "Lucas? Lucas, what is it?" Dean asked, Andrea's head whipped around to look at us. Lucas only opened the door and walked out, Sam, Dean, Andrea, and I all followed. "Lucas, honey," Andrea called to him, pulling her jacket tighter around herself. Lucas stopped on a pile of moss, looking down at it for a few seconds before looking at Dean. "You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Dean told them, he nudged me towards Andrea, "You go with them," he told me with a little nudge. I nodded my head, "Okay D," I told him quietly before going back with Andrea, who was holding Lucas' hand and mine. I watched the two dig from the window, it didn't take them long for them to find whatever was down there. I watched the sheriff appear from behind a tree, holding a gun. I whimpered, getting Andrea's attention away from Lucas. She looked through the window and gasped, "Go to your room, look the door and don't come out," she told Lucas before looking at me, "Go with him," she told me as she ran out the door. I grabbed Lucas' hand and did just that. But Lucas didn't stay for long, a couple minutes at most before he started to walk out the door, "Lucas, Andrea told us to stay," I told him, grabbing his arm. He kept walking, so I followed. He watched the four argue from behind a set of stairs before he ran into the woods. I tried to keep up, "Lucas!" I called, wanting him to slow down. I got to the top of the small hill, he was waiting with a smile, "We need to go back inside," I told him, a bit out of breath. "Come on, it'll be fun," his voice was monotone. I didn't like it, I went to take a step back, to call for Sam and Dean, but he grabbed my arm. It suddenly sounding more appealing to go with him, so I nodded my head and the two of us headed down to the lake. Lucas found an army man in the lake when we got to the dock, I held his hand as he reached for it. "Lucas! Chris!" I could hear multiple people yelling. A face appeared just beneath the surface as an arm reached out and grabbed Lucas, pulling him in and in return pulling me in with him. The water was cold and dark. I could barely see Lucas, but Peter was very close and very scary looking. I gave a small cry from under the water, releasing air bubbles. Then he just, let us go. Dean appeared a second later, grabbing Lucas and I. Dragging us to the surface and put us on the dock. My vision started to blur as I felt Dean gently slapping my face, calling my name as everything went black.

I woke up in our motel room shivering, I was under quite a few blankets as well. It was dark out and I could feel Dean behind me with his arm over my small torso. I shifted, trying to roll over to see him, my collarbone was throbbing. He woke up as soon as I'd moved, "Chris?" he asked as he sat up and turned on the lamp, making Sam groan and roll over to face the darkness. Dean picked me up so I was sitting up, "Hey, hey Chris, how are you feeling? Are you cold? Does anything hurt?" he questioned, getting Sam's attention as he sat up. I didn't say anything and instead, burst into tears. Dean hugged me to his chest, petting my hair and shushed me quietly. I could hear Sam get up and move to the other side of the bed, I also heard him grab my medicine bottle and a drink from the fridge. I took my medicine and quickly cried myself to sleep.

The next day, Sam and Dean had everything packed. The mood was quiet, somber. Dean was carrying me, I'd barely been on my feet all morning. Sam carried our stuff to the car and did a sweep to make sure we'd grabbed everything. Dean put me in the backseat, "Look, we're not gonna save everybody," I heard Sam tell him as he closed my door. "Sam, Dean," I heard Andrea call, I looked out the windshield to see Andrea and Lucas holding a huge plate of food. I felt a little relieved, Lucas was alive. But I didn't see the sheriff, that must be who they were talking about. I suddenly felt a thousand times worse, had Lucas' grandfather died to save us? I snapped out of my thoughts when Dean opened the backdoor farthest from me, holding the food with Lucas beside him. Dean sat in the backseat, facing Lucas, "Alright, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase. So I want you to repeat it one more time," Dean told Lucas. "Zeppelin rules," Lucas said enthusiastically. I liked this voice much better than the last time I'd heard it... "That's right, up high," Dean said as he gave Lucas a high-five. "You take care of your mom okay?" Dean questioned with a nudge to his shoulder. Lucas ran around to my side of the car as Andrea kissed Dean. "I'm sorry about what I did," Lucas told me, he did sound sorry. "It wasn't your fault," I told him, clinging to Sylvester. A green army man appeared in my lap, he was saluting. "I want you to have this, to remember us by," Lucas told me with a grin on his face. I grabbed it, "I'll keep it forever," I told him assuringly, just before Andrea called for him. He hugged me through the window, "Bye Chris," he told me. "See you around," I told him before he ran back to Andrea. Sam and Dean climbed into the car, Andrea and Lucas waved goodbye to us as we drove off. I held on to the army man he'd given me.