Dean has nearly finished his meal in the restaurant we were in and was circling things in the newspaper he was reading.

An waitress named Wendy approached us. "Can I get you anything else?" She asked.

Dean looked up grinning around the pen he was chewing on.

Sam came back over from the toilet and sat down next to me. "Just the check, please." Sam said.

"Okay." The waitress smiled and walked away.

Dean dropped his head and looked at Sam. "You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while." He pointed at Wendy who wore short trousers. "That's fun."

"Disgusting." I told him shaking my head.

Sam looked at him as he was handed the newspaper.

"Here, take a look at this, I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn't walk 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." 

"A funeral?" Sam raised an eye skeptically.

I closed my eyes and looked away. Did mum get a funeral? Did I miss it?

"Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever."

"Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them." Sam said.

"Something you want to say to me?" Dean asked coldly.

"The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day." Sam said.

"Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?"

"I don't know. Something. Anything." Sam said grossly.

"You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?" Dean retorted back just as cross.

"Yeah, I know you do, it's just—" Sam was cut off.

"I'm the one that's been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?"

Sam rolls his eyes.

"Don't forget I'm still looking for mine, who might I add, I haven't seen before." I told Sam as well.

"All right, Lake Manitoc. Hey!" Sam said.

Dean returns his attention from Wendy to Sam. "Huh?"

"How far?" Sam asks.

Round and round

With love we'll find a way

Just give it time

We drove past a sign saying "Welcome to Lake Manitoc WI."

And pull up in front of the Carlton house.

Round and round

Dean knocked on the door. A man opens it.

"Will Carlton?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, that's right." Will Calton confirms.

"I'm Agent Ford. This is Agent Hamill. And this is writer Mystique. We're with the US Wildlife Service."

Dan holds up an ID.

Bill Carlton is sitting on a bench on the dock when Will brings us around to see him.

"She was about a hundred yards out." Will said. "That's where she got dragged down." Will pointed.

"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer." Will said. "She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub."

"So no splashing? No signs of distress?"

"No, that's what I'm telling you." Will said.

"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?"  Sam questioned.

"No. Again, she was really far out there."

"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?"

"No, never. Why? Why, what do you think's out there?" Will asked.

"We'll let you know as soon as we do."

Dean begins to head back to the car.

"What about your father?" Sam asked. "Can we talk to him?"

Will looks at Bill, then turned back to us. "Look, if you don't mind, I mean...he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot."

"We understand." Sam smiled sympathetically.

We go back to the car.

We go to the Sheriff's office where Sheriff Jake Devine talked to Sam and Dean.

"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?"

"You sure it's accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister." Sam said.

"Like what?"

We walk into Jake's office. Jake motioned to chairs in front of his desk. "Here, sit, please. There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake."

We sit politely. I hold my pad and pen to continue with my disguise of being a reporter writer.

"There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness Monster." Jake told us.

"Yeah." Dean laughed. "Right."

Sam glanced at Dean.

"Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still—" Jake sat down. "We dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there."

"That's weird, though, I mean, that's, that's the third missing body this year." I said.

"I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about." Jake told us.

"I know."

"Anyway..." Jake sighed. "All this...it won't be a problem much longer."

"What do you mean?" Dean frowned.

"Well, the dam, of course." Jake said.

"Of course, the dam. It's, uh, it sprung a leak." Dean nods.

"It's falling apart, and the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they've opened the spillway. In another six months, there won't be much of a lake. There won't be much of a town, either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that." Jake tested us.

"Exactly." Dean nodded.

A young woman taps on the door. "Sorry, am I interrupting?" She asks as we stand up. "I can come back later."

"Gentlemen, this is my daughter." Jake introduced.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean." Dean shook the young woman's hand.

"Andrea Barr. Hi." The woman smiled.

"Hi."

"They're from the Wildlife Service. About the lake." Jake told her.

"Oh."

A boy walked in around Andrea.

"Oh, hey there. What's your name?" Dean asked the boy.

He walked away without speaking. Andrea followed with a smile.

"His name is Lucas." Jake told us.

Lucas and Andrea were in the main room. Andrea gave him some crayons out of a box.

"Is he okay?" Sam asked quietly.

"My grandson's been through a lot. We all have." Jake said quietly. With a small sigh Jake stood up and went to the office door.

"Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know."

With a small nod we leave the office.

"Thanks. You know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Dean asked.

"Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It's about two blocks south." Andrea told us.

"Two—would you mind showing us?"

Andrea laughed. "You want me to walk you two blocks?"

"Not if it's any trouble." Dean smirked.

"I'm headed that way anyway." Andrea turned to Jake. "I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three." She them turned to Lucas. "We'll go to the park, okay, sweetie?" She kissed Lucas on the head.

Dean waved as they left. Jake nodded.

"Thanks again." Sam said.

Andrea lead us along the street.

"So, cute kid." Dean said.

"Thanks." Andrea smiled as we crossed a road.

"Kids are the best, huh?" Dean smiled.

Andrea glanced but ignored him as we stop in front of a building that says LAKEFRONT MOTEL.

"There it is. Like I said, two blocks." Andrea announced.

"Thanks." Sam thanked her

"Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line." She asked Dean as she left, calling back over her shoulder. "Enjoy your stay!"

"'Kids are the best'? You don't even like kids." Sam snorted.

"I love kids." Dean protested.

"Name three children that you even know." Sam demanded.

Dean thought for ages but came up empty. Sam waved a hand and walked into the motel leaving Dean to scratch his head and for me to follow quickly behind.

"I'm thinking!" Dean said.

In our motel room Sam was working on his laptop and Dean was going through his clothing and I lay on the bed lost in thought about my mother's journal. I decided I'd look through my mother's journal again. I'd kept it hidden in the bottom of my bag and hadn't looked at it for a while.

"So there's the three drowning victims this year." Sam said jolting me out my thoughts.

"Any before that?" Dean asked.

"Uh, Yeah, six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace."

Dean tosses an item of clothing onto his bed.

"So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?" He asked.

"This whole lake monster theory, it, it just bugs me." Sam said.

Dean went over and read over Sam's shoulder.

"Why?" I say sitting up.

"Loch Ness, uh, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing." Sam tells us. "Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it.

Dean points at something as Sam taps on the laptop. "Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?"

"Christopher Barr, the victim in May." There was a pause as he read something. "Oh. Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued."

Sam lent towards the picture for a better look, then scratched his head leaning back. "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all."

"No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over." Dean said.

So we go to the local park to go and talk to Lucas. Kids were laughing and playing. Andrea sat on a bench and like other parents looking out for their children, she watched Lucas, who is at another bench coloring and playing with toy soldiers.

"Can we join you?" Sam asked Lucas.

Andrea looked up and saw us. "I'm here with my son." She said.

Dean looked over at Lucas. "Oh. Mind if I say hi?"

Dean and I went over to Lucas.

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

Sam sat next to Andrea. "I don't think that's what this is about."

"How's it going?" Dean knelt down next to the bench where Lucas was coloring. When Lucas didn't look up, Dean picked up one of the toy soldiers.

"Oh, I used to love these things." Dean smiled and began to play for a little before tossing the toy soldier down. "So crayons is more your thing? That's cool. Chicks dig artists."

Lucas had a pile of drawings on the bench and Dean and I took a look. The top one was of a big black swirl; the second one is of a red bicycle.

"Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if I sit and draw with you for a while?" Dean picked up a crayon.

"I'm not so bad myself." I said and drew picture of my mother. It was more of Lucas's age group kinda drawing, but to me it was amazing.

"You know, I'm thinking you can hear me, you just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was your age, I saw something." Dean spoke quietly.

A pause.

"Anyway. Well, maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you, or, uh...or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw that day, with your dad, on the lake. Okay, no problem. This is for you."

Dean held out to Lucas the picture he drew. It was of stick figures.

"This is my family." He then pointed at each person as he spoke. "That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, and that's me."

"And this is my mother." I said showing him m drawing.
A pause.

"All right, so we're both sucky artists. I'll see you around, Lucas." Dean rubbed Lucas' head and we headed back to Sam and Andrea.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident." Andrea said.

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry."

Andrea nodded.

"What are the doctors saying?" Sam asked.

"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...when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw..." Andrea shuddered and there was a pause of silence.

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." Dean said.

Lucas got up from the bench and headed for the group.

"You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish—"

Lucas walked up, carrying a picture he'd drawn.

"Hey sweetie." Andrea smiled.

Lucas handed Dean the picture ignoring Andrea.

"Thanks. Thanks, Lucas." Dean thanked him.

It was a picture of the Carlton house when I looked at it.

Lucas headed back to his bench.

Going back to the motel Dean and I are on each of the two beds inside. Sam opened the door and walked in.

"So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie." He said.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked as Sam sat on the bottom of his bed.

"I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead."

"He drowned?" I asked.

"Yep. In the sink."

"What the hell? So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else." Dean frowned.

"Yeah, but what?"

"I don't know. Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water that comes from the same source."

"The lake?" I say

"Yeah." Dean nodded

"Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months. Whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it's running out of time." Sam finished.

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere." Dean stood up. "This is gonna happen again soon." He came to that conclusion and sat down on the chair in the room.

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

"Yeah, it took both his kids."

"And I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris—Bill Carlton's godson." Sam informed us.

"Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit."

Bill Carlton is sitting on the bench on the dock when we find him.

SAM "Mr. Carlton?" Sam asks as we approach. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

"We're from the, the Department—" Dean starts but is quickly stopped.

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today."

Sam continues as if he hadn't heard that. "Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there? 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...it's worse than dying. Go away. Please." Bill only just refrains from sobbing.

We headed back to the car.

"What do you think?" I asked.

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

Sam leant on the Impala. "So now what?"

Dean went still.

"What is it?"

"Huh."

Looking in the direction Dean was looking at the Carlton house.

"Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something." Dean said pulling out the picture Lucas brought him, which is of the Carlton house. Dean looked at Sam.

Sam, Dean and I are inside Andrea's house, talking to her.

"Just for a few minutes." Dean pleads.

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

"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there." Sam tells her.

"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all." She said.

"If that's what you really believe, then 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." Dean says.

Lucas is coloring in his bedroom, his toy soldiers standing around him. Andrea, Sam and I approach the doorway. Dean entered the room and crouched down by Lucas.

"Hey, Lucas. You remember me?" Dean asked. "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again."

While Lucas is drawing Dean opened the picture he had been given and put it down in front of him.

"How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me."

Lucas kept coloring.

"You're scared. 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. 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." Dean told him.

Lucas dropped his crayon and looked up at Dean. He handed to Dean a picture.

"Thanks, Lucas." Dean smiled.

We're now in the Impala, Sam is holding the church picture trying to work it out.

Movin'

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean said.

"There are cases—going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." Sam said.

"Whatever's 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 got a better lead, please." Dean told him.

"All right, we got another house to find." Sam sighed.

"The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Dean groaned looking out his window.

Sam looked at the picture again. "See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."

"Oh, College Boy thinks he's so smart." Dean retorted.

"At least it's easier for us." I said.

Too daze gone

I'm broke down, insufferable

My mind is on the blink

"You know, um..." Sam mumbled.

It's later than you think

"What you said about Mom..."

And I'm too daze gone

"You never told me that before."

"It's no big deal." Dean shrugged.

Went to see a friend just the other day

"Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?" Dean groaned suddenly.

I laughed at that.

Movin'

So we approach a white church shaped like the one in Lucas's picture. Dean held up the picture and looked at it, to compare it to the scene in front of him. We crossed the street to the house.

Dean "We're sorry to bother you, ma'am—"

We go inside the house and are speaking to an old woman called Mrs Sweeney.

"—but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle." Dean asked.

"No sir. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." The old woman looks at a picture of him on the table next to her with a sigh.

"The police never—I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared. Losing him—you know, it's...it's worse than dying."

Dean glanced at Sam. "Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" He asked.

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." Mrs Sweeney said softly.

Dean picked a picture off the mirror. There were two boys in the picture, one was Peter with a bicycle I saw as Dean read from the back of the picture.

"Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy."

Dean is driving his car.

"Okay, this little boy Peter Sweeney vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow." Sam says out loud again, trying to work it out.

"Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?" Dean says.

"And Bill, the people he loves, they're all getting punished."

"So what if Bill did something to Peter?" Dean says.

"What if Bill killed him?" I asked.

Dean nodded. "Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible."

The car was pulled up in front of the Carlton house. Sam, Dean and I approach the house.

"Mr. Carlton?" Sam called.

An engine roared and that was the only answer.

We go around the house and see Bill going out on the lake on his boat.

"Hey, check it out."

We run to the end of the dock, yelling at him to come back.

"Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!"

"Mr. Carlton!"

"Come back!"

Bill ignored us and kept going. To my amazement and horror, the water rose up and flipped Bill's boat over and he disappeared.

Me, Sam, Dean and Jake walk into the police station as Andrea looked over.

"Sam, Dean." She stood up, putting a bag and container on her chair. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"So now you're on a first-name basis. What are you doing here?" Jake demanded.

"I brought you dinner." Andrea told him.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time." Jake sighed.

"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?" Andrea questioned.

"Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home." Jake told her

Lucas whined, looking stricken as he jumped up and grabbed onto Dean's arm.

"Lucas, hey, what is it?" Dean said softly. "Lucas."

"Lucas?" Andrea echoed.

"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." Dean tried to calm him down.

Andrea pulled Lucas away from Dean forcefully and lead him outside. Lucas didn't look away from Dean the whole time.

Jake threw down his jacket and goes into his office with us following him in.

"Okay, just so I'm 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?" Jake asked us.

Dean glanced at us. "Yeah, that about sums it up."

"And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible? And you're not really Wildlife Service, or that she's" he pointed to me, "not a college student working on work experience?"

Dean tried to look surprised while I tried not to look too scared.

"That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you two." Jake said with a half hidden triumphant smirk.

"See, now, we can explain that." Dean said with a small smile.

Jake put a hand up. "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 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 into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again."

"Door number two sounds good." Sam said and I nodded agreeing with him and stepped closer to the door.

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

We are in the car again, waiting at a traffic light at the edge of town. A sign that I look at said I-43 North to Milwaukee is to the left. The light turns green but the car doesn't move.

I cough behind Dean to bring him to his senses but he didn't do anything.

"Green." Sam said.

"What?" Dean asked turning his head to look at his brother.

"Light's green." Sam told him.

"Right." Dean turned right.

"Uh, the interstate's the other way." Sam corrected him.

"I know." Dean said.

"Why are we going back? Didn't you hear what Jake said?!" I yelled at him.

"But Dean, this job, I think it's over." Sam said at the same time.

"I'm not so sure." Dean said.

"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest." Sam pointed out.

"All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done? You know, what if we've missed something? What if more people get hurt?" Dean argued.

"But why would you think that?" Sam asked.

"Because Lucas was really scared." Dean replied simply.

"That's what this is about? You want us to go to prison because a boy is really scared?! Don't you think that he's just afraid because he saw his parents die?!"

"You haven't seemed too upset after seeing your mother dead?" Dean asked me.

I slumped back in the back with tears heating up in my eyes.

"I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay. I'm sorry Elisi, i didn't mean it." 

"Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?" Sam demanded a bit harshly.

"Shut up." Dean sighed.

We arrive outside Lucas' house and I wasn't the only one with second thoughts about this.

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late, man." Sam asked

Dean just ran the doorbell. At that moment however, Lucas opened the door, With pure panic and looking desperately afraid.

"Lucas? Lucas!" Dean said.

Lucas took off upstairs with Dean straight behind. Sam and I follow quickly behind.

Water is pouring out from under the bathroom door and down the stairs making it very slippery. Lucas starts pounding on the bathroom door again crying. Dean pushes him over to me and kicks in the door. I try to hug him close and not let him see what was going on but Lucas grabbed Dean so Sam ran into the bathroom and stuck both his arms in the tub, trying to pull an underwater Andrea out. She kept on being pulled back under, but Sam keeps pulling until Andrea is all the way out as me and Dean tried to calm Lucas down. Andrea starts coughing up water letting us know that she was still alive.

It's quiet the morning after. Sam and Andrea sit in the living room together and Andrea is dry and wearing some different comfortable clothing than she was before.

"Can you tell me?" Sam asks her.

Andrea shook her head. "No."

Dean looked through notebooks on the bookshelves.

"It doesn't make any sense." Andrea sobbed and started crying. "I'm going crazy." She put her face in her hands.

"No, you're not. Tell me what happened. Everything." Sam said sympathetically.

"I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice." She shuffled.

"What did it say?" I asked.

"It said...it said 'come play with me'." She sobbed. "What's happening?"

Dean got a book from the bookshelf and walked towards us. He put the book down in front of Andrea, open to a picture. "Do you recognize the kids 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 looked at the photos for a few minutes before moving her finger towards another picture of Jake. Standing next to him was no other, but Peter.

Dean looked at Sam. "Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff."

"Bill and the sheriff—they were both involved with Peter." Sam confirmed his thinking.

"What about Chris? My dad—what are you talking about?" Andrea asked confused looking from Dean to Sam, then back to Dean.

"Lucas?" I asked the little boy who had been staring out the window for the last half hour.

"Lucas, what is it?" Dean asked.

Lucas opened the back door and walked outside. We all followed quickly. He seemed sort of out of it.

"Lucas, honey?" Andrea said softly.

Lucas stopped suddenly and looked at an what seemed, random but of ground, then at Dean.

"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Dean told Andrea as i got out my pistol. Experience with a ghost before made me feel like I should be on my guard.

Andrea pulled Lucas back to the house looking slightly frightened. Dean and Sam went and came back after fetching shovels from the car, leaving me pointing my gun towards the ground feeling slightly stupid, before they started digging. Sam's shovel was the first to clank against something. I helped to dig with my hands and to pull out a red bicycle that had been unearthed.

"Peter's bike." Sam said.

"Who are you?" A voice yelled.

We turned around and saw Jake standing there, pointing a gun at us.

"Put the gun down, Jake." Sam said as they dropped the shovels leaving me to hold the ghost's bike. Slightly intimidated by it. I did have to admit.

"How did you know that was there?" Jake asked

"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." Dean said.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Jake yelled as I dropped the bike carefully and got out my gun.

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about." Dean yelled back.

Andrea ran up. "Dad!"

"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit." Dean continued.

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them. And it's gonna 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 gonna stop until it does." Sam carried on.

"Yeah, and how do you know that?" Jake demanded.

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

"Listen to yourselves. You're insane!" He said.
I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us. But if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake." Dean cut him off.

Was I insane like Jake said? No, I was just wit these two people who seemed Luke they were insane. Well, perhaps I was slightly insane for carrying on going around with them. One ghost and a Wendigo was what I'd helped them kill so far.

"Dad, is any of this true?' Andrea asked her father.

"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous." Jake told her.

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me." Andrea cried.

Jake looked at her.

"Tell me you—you didn't kill anyone." Andrea pleaded.

Jake looked away quickly.

"Oh my God." She gasped stumbling back a couple paces towards us.

Jake took a deep breath.  "Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to. But we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go, and it sank."

Dean glanced at Sam.

"Oh, Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational." Jake tried to explain.

"All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now." Dean told them.

Andrea turned her head and gasped.

Jake was he second to see who Andrea had heard. "Lucas!" He yelled.

We run up towards the dock.

"Lucas!" Dean yells.

"Lucas! Baby, stay where you are!" Andrea screams as a hand came up and pulled Lucas into the water.

We reached the edge of the lake where Jake stops in shock. Peter's head is visible and Jake had recognized him. Me, Sam and Dean keep running to the end of the dock and dive in with a jump. I could hold my breath for a while so I searched around in the cold dark waters as much as I could.

Found him! Just as my lungs feel like their bursting and I have to give up the search, he's there, just in front of me. Grabbing him we come up, I'm holding an limp Lucas, who isn't moving.

We walk out of the motel. Dean opened a back car door and Sam tosses his duffel in.

"Look, we're not gonna save everybody." Sam says.

"I know." Dean says quietly.

I stay quiet, what could I say, I couldn't save him.

"Sam, Dean." I looked up from the ground and see Andrea walk up with Lucas.

"Hey." Dean smiled sadly.

"We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road." Andrea stumbled on what to say.

Lucas was carrying a large tray of sandwiches which had the fillings falling out.

"Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself." Andrea explained when she caught me staring.

"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas asked. The first time I'd heard him speak and I smiled glad he could speak. I didn't want to imagine what would of happened if I hadn't of reached him when I did I pushed those thoughts from my mind.

"Of course." Andrea smiled and kissed his head.

"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car." Dean said after I took a couple sandwiches from his outstretched tray.

"How you holding up?" Sam asked Andrea.

"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?" She sighed.

Sam sighed too. "Andrea, I'm sorry." He apologised.

Andrea shook her head. "You helped saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that."

Dean held his hand up for a high-five to which Lucas returned grinning. "You take care of your mom, okay?"

"All right." Lucas nodded.

Andrea went up and kissed Dean. "Thank you." She said sincerely.

Dean scratched his head and walked around the car.

"Sam, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road. Elisi, you coming or is this your stop?" Dean called.

I thought about it for a minute, sure, it would be nice here, but I couldn't live near that lake after what happened and besides, I needed answers that I knew only those brothers could answer.

"I'm coming with you." I said giving Lucas a wave and got in the back of the car.

Dean got in the car followed quickly by Sam and Dean started the engine.

I got to move on and I never seem to slow down

Sam, Dean and I smile at Andrea and Lucas waving goodbye.

Yeah yeah yeah, I'm moving on, moving on from town to town

Two ghosts and a Wendigo down, and a few questions needing answered.