~Dead in the water~

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Dean sat at the table, circling things on newspapers with a pen.

August laughed and clapped her hands from her carrier making Dean look over and smile at her.

Dean picked up a fry and tore off a small piece, feeding it to the baby, just before the waitress came over, leaning against the table.

"Can I get you anything else?" She asked.

Dean looked up at her, then back at his baby.

"Just the check, please." Sam said as he came up to their table.

He could see dean wasn't interested in this lady, but apparently she didn't see it.

It was still way too early for dean.

"Okay." The waitress nodded and walked off.

Dean didn't say anything, he just kept feeding French fries to August.

"You okay?" Sam asked his big brother.

"Yep." Dean nodded. "Here, take a look at this. I think I got one." Dean set the newspaper in front of Sam. "Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin— last week, Sophie Carlton, 18, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out." Dean explained. "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 questioned.

"Yeah. They buried an empty coffin for closure or whatever." Dean said.

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

"Something you want to say to me?" Dean asked, his elbow on the table, and his other hand on his thigh.

"The trail for dad— it's getting colder every day." Sam said.

"Exactly. So, what are we supposed to do?" Dean questioned him.

"I don't know. Something. Anything." Sam shook his head.

"You know what? I'm sick of this attitude." Dean told him. "You don't think I want to find dad as much as you do?"

"Yeah, I know you do—"

"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." Dean said. "We will find dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there, okay?" He told his little brother.

Dean turned back to his daughter, playfully gasping at her and bringing his hands up to tickle her.

"Alright, lake manitoc." Sam said.

He noticed dean was smiling, tickling august who was laughing, he couldn't help but smile.

"Hey." He said.

"Huh?" Dean looked over at him.

"How far?" Sam asked.

~~~

Dean knocked on the door of the big house. It opened, revealing a younger man.

"Will Carlton?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, that's right."

"I'm agent Ford. This is agent Hamill. We're with the U.S. wildlife service." Dean told him, showing him a fake I.d.

Will led them around to a dock where a man was sitting on a small bench, looking out onto the water.

"She was about 100 yards out. That's where she got dragged down." Will told the brothers.

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

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

"So no splashing, no signs of distress?" Sam asked him.

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

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

"No, again, she was really far out there." Will said.

"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?" Dean asked.

"No, never. Why? What do you think's out there?" He questioned them.

"We'll let you know as soon as we do." Dean said just before turning and walking back towards the impala, but sam didn't follow.

"What about your father?" Sam asked Will making Dean turn back. "Can we talk to him?"

Will sighed.

"Look, if you don't mind, I mean, he didn't see anything, and he's kinda been through a lot." Will told him.

"We understand." Sam nodded.

Sam then turned, and started walking back to the impala with Dean.

~~~

"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the wildlife service care about an accidental drowning?" The sheriff asked the brothers.

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

Dean gently bounced August in his arms.

"Like what? Here, sit, please." The sheriff gestured to some chairs as they entered his office. "There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake. There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness monster." He stated.

"Yeah, right." Dean chuckled.

"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."

"That's weird, though." Dean leaned forward a little, August looking up at him, her pacifier in her mouth. "That's the third missing body this year."

"I know." The sheriff sighed. "These are people from my town. These are people I care about."

"I know." Dean nodded.

"Anyway..." The sheriff sighed. "All this— it won't be a problem much longer." He stated.

"What do you mean?" Dew asked him.

"Well, the dam, of course."

"Of course. The dam. It's...Uh...it sprung a leak." Dean leaned back in his chair.

"It's falling apart." The sheriff stated. "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." He said.

"Exactly." Dean nodded.

There then was a knock on the door and a woman came in.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?" She asked. "I can come back later."

The Winchesters stood up out of their chairs.

"Gentlemen, this is my daughter." The sheriff stood up.

"Hi." Dean smiled, and held his hand out to the woman, shaking her hand.

"Andrea Bar. Hi." The lady, Andrea, smiled back just before she saw the baby. "Hi there." She waved at the baby with a chuckle.

Dean chuckled.

"This is August, she's a handful."

"Oh, I know what you mean." Andrea nodded.

"They're from the wildlife service about the lake." The sheriff told his daughter.

"Oh."

Just then, a boy, around the age of 9 or 10 stepped in behind Andrea.

"Oh, hey, there." Dean smiled. "What's your name?"

The boy didn't answer and instead, walked back out of the room, Andrea following him.

"His name is Lucas." The sheriff spoke up again.

"Is he okay?" Sam asked.

"My grandsons been through a lot. We all have." He told them. "Well, if there's anything else i can do for you, please let me know." The sheriff walked to the door.

"Thanks." Dean said as they passed him out the door. "Hey, you know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" He asked Andrea.

"Lakefront motel— go around the corner, it's two blocks up." Andrea told him.

"Great, thanks." Dean sent her a smile.

"No problem." Andrea nodded just before the brothers passed her, Dean talking to August in his baby voice.

~~~

"So there's the three drowning victims this year." Sam said as August crawled around on the floor, Dean keeping a close eye on her.

"And before that?" He asked.

"Yeah, six more, spread out over the past  35 years. Those bodies were never recovered, either." Sam said. "If there is something out there, it's picking up it's pace."

"So we got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean questioned.

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

"Why?" Dean stepped over to his brother.

"Loch ness, lake Champlain— there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing. Whatever it is out there, no ones living to talk about it."

Dean then saw a name on the laptop screen.

"Wait, bar, Christopher Bar— where have I heard that name before?"

"Christopher bar, the victim in may." Sam clicked on the file.

It brought up a picture of Lucas with a police officer.

"Oh. Christopher Bar was Andreas husband, Lucas' 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 said. "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 stated, turning to look at August who was sitting on the floor, the comforter of one of the beds in her grasp.

Dean walked over and picked her up, she grinned at him, reaching for his face.

"Are you hungry?" Dean asked her. "Hm?" He walked towards August's diaper bag on the bed. "Hey, I'm gonna feed her, then we'll head to the park."

"The park?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah. I heard Andrea say something about taking Lucas to the park when we were heading out." Dean said.

"Oh." Sam nodded.

Dean got a jar of baby food and a spoon out of the bag.

~~~

"Can we join you?" Sam asked Andrea as they approached her, she was sitting on a  bench.

"I'm here with my son." Andrea told them.

"Oh." Dean looked over to the playground, seeing Lucas sitting by himself on a bench, coloring with some crayons and a stack of paper. "Mind if I say hi?" He asked, giving August to Sam and heading over to Lucas.

"How's it going?" Dean said to Lucas as he approached him, crouching down across from Lucas on the other side of the bench. "Ah." He chuckled seeing army men on the table. "Oh, I used to love these things." He picked one up and started making gunfire and explosion noises with his mouth. "Aah!" Dean flipped the soldier in the air, dropping him onto the table, letting out a chuckle.

He noticed Lucas wasn't paying him any attention, and instead, just coloring on a piece of paper.

"So crayons is more your thing? That's cool. Chicks dig artists." Dean said, the. Saw the stack of drawings, he reached over and started flipping through them. "Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if I sit and draw with you for awhile? I'm not so bad myself." Dean chuckled and picked up a crayon, and a piece of paper.

Dean stood up and moved to the edge, taking a seat on the bench.

"You know, I'm thinking you can hear me. You just don't want to talk." Dean said. "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."

It was then quiet as Dean started to remember the night of his mother's death.

"Anyway..." Dean slightly shook his head. "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."

Lucas still didn't say anything, he didn't even make a noise, he just kept drawing.

"Okay, no problem. This is for you." Dean showed the boy what he drew. "This is my family. That's my dad." He pointed at one stick figure before pointing at another. "That's...that's my mom." He pointed to another. "That's my geek brother, there's me." He pointed at two more, then pointed at a smaller, baby-looking figure. "That's Auggie." Then he pointed at one last stick figure. "And that's Delilah."

Lucas didn't even look up at him.

"Alright, so I'm a sucky artist." Dean set the paper and crayon down before getting up. "I'll see you around, Lucas." He then walked back towards Andrea, Sam, and August.

"Lucas hasn't said a word. Not even to me— not since his dads accident." Andrea said to Sam as Dean approached them.

"Yeah, we heard. I'm sorry." Dean said as Sam gave him his baby back.

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

"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress." Andrea shook her head.

"That can't be easy for either of you." Sam stated.

"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..."

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

"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." Andrea told them. "I just wish— hey, sweetie." She cut herself short as Lucas came up to them.

Lucas kept his head down as he held up a drawing to dean. Dean tilted his head a little and took the drawing.

"Thanks. Thanks, Lucas." He smiled.

Lucas then turned and went back to where he was sitting, continuing to draw.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, while Andrea looked from her son, to Dean.

~~~

"So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie." Sam said as he came into the motel room where August was playing with her toys on the floor, Dean was sitting on the bed.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"I just drove past the Carlton house. There was ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead." Sam stated, taking on seat on his bed.

"He drowned?" Dean questioned.

"Yep, in the sink."

"What the hell?"

August looked up at the brothers.

"So, you're right, this isn't some creature. We're dealing with something else." Dean stated.

"Yeah, but what?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. A water wraith maybe? Some kind of demon?" Dean questioned. "I mean, something that controls water..."

Sam and dean looked at each other in realization.

"Water that comes from the same source." Dean said.

"The lake— 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 stated.

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone almost anywhere." Dean said and got up. "This is gonna happen again soon."

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

"Yeah, it took both his kids." Dean stated.

"And I've been asking around. Lucas' dad, Chris— Bill Carlton's godson." Sam told his brother.

"Well, let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit." Dean said, going towards August who was grinning at him.

"Come on, Sweetheart." Dean chuckled as he picked her up.

August reached up for deans hair, but he he gently grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand down, and kissed her cheek.

~~~

"Mr. Carlton?" Sam asked as they approached the man on the bridge. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

"We're from the department—"

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

"Your son said he saw something in that lake." Sam said. "What about you? You ever see anything out there? Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and wills death— we think there might be a connection to you or your family."

"My children are gone. It's...it's worse than dying."

Dean looked down at his daughter in his arms, tightening them around her.

"Go away...please." Bill said.

~~~

"What do you think?" Sam asked as they headed back towards the impala.

"I think the poor guys been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Dean said, opening the back door to August's car seat.

"So now what?" Sam asked.

Dean glanced over and noticed something.

"What is it?" Sam asked as Dean furrowed his brows.

"Huh. Maybe bills not the only one who knows something." Dean stated, getting the picture Lucas gave to him out of his jacket, and unfolding it.

He looked down at the drawing, then up at the house in front of them.

It was the same house.

Sam and Dean looked at each other.

August babbled against deans chest, just reminding them that she was there too.

~~~

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." Andrea said to the brothers.

"I just need to talk to him, just for a few minutes." Dean told her.

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

"Andrea, we think more people are gonna get hurt. We think somethings happening out there." Sam said as he lightly bounced the baby in his arms.

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

"If that's what you really believe, then we'll go." Dean told her. "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 let Dean go upstairs, Lucas was sitting on the floor in his room, drawing with his crayons, army men set up around him.

The adults stepped into the doorway of the room, and Dean headed in, crouching down to the boy.

"Hey, Lucas. You remember me?" He asked.

Lucas didn't say anything, as expected.

Dean looked down and saw a pile of drawings, he moved the top one, revealing the same drawing. It was a red bike.

"You know, I, uh...I wanted to thank you for that last drawing...but the thing is I need your help again." Dean grabbed the drawing out of his jacket, unfolded it, and set it down in front of the boy. "How did you know to draw this?" He asked him. "Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me."

Lucas didn't say anything.

"You're scared." Dean said. "It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom,"

Sam's eyes shifted from Lucas, to Dean.

"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 everyday." Dean told the boy. "And I do my best to be brave. And maybe your dad wants you to be brave, too."

Lucas stopped and dropped his crayon, then he looked up at Dean. Andrea looked over at Sam, then back at the two in the room.

Lucas picked up a drawing, and gave it to Dean.

It was a drawing of a house with a gate, in front of the gate was a boy with a baseball cap, and a red bike, across from the house was a big white church.

"Thanks, Lucas." Dean thanked the boy.

~~~

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean stated as Sam looked at the drawing while Dean sped down the road.

August was dozing in her car seat, her pacifier in her mouth and her blanket draped over her.

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

"Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow?" Dean said. "It's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you got a better lead, please." He glanced up in the rearview mirror to check on August.

"Alright. We got another house to find." Sam said.

"Yeah, the only problem, there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Dean stated.

"See this church?" Sam asked. "I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here." He said.

"Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart." Dean said in some weird accent.

Sam chuckled, and looked down at the drawing in his hands, then back over at his brother.

"You know, um...what you said about mom— you never told me that before."

"It's no big deal." Dean said, his thumb tapping against the steering wheel.

Sam stared at him, and Dean glanced over at him.

"Oh, god, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?" Dean questioned.

~~~

August was in the baby harness, strapped to dean as they walked up to the big white church from the drawing.

Dean lifted the drawing up, and he spun in his place until his eyes landed on the same yellow house from the drawing.

The brothers looked at each other just before heading over.

~~~

"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." Dean said to the woman who had let them into her house.

"No, sir. Not for a very long time." The woman shook her head. "Peters been gone 35 years now." She let out a soft sigh.

Dean looked at the picture of a boy who he assumed was Peter on the table.

"The police never— I never had any idea what happened." She told them. "He just disappeared. Losing him—"

Sam saw the toy army men on the table, he gently nudged his brother and nodded towards them. Dean followed his eyes to the army men.

"You know, it's...it's worse than dying." The woman told them.

Sam and Dean looked at each other.

"Did he disappear from here— I mean, from this house?" Dean asked her.

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

Dean looked over and saw a picture in the frame of a mirror. He walked over to it, and took the picture off the mirror, taking a closer look at it.

Dean flipped it over and read the back of it.

"Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, 1970."

August made a noise, looking up at Dean, his eyes shifted to her.

~~~

"Okay, this little boy, Peter Sweeney, vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow." Sam said as Dean drove down the road, August babbling in her car seat.

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

"And bill— the people he loves— they're all getting punished."

"So what if Bill did something to Peter?"

"What if Bill killed him?"

"Peters spirit would be furious." Dean stated. "It'd want revenge. It's possible." He said.

~~~

Dean pulled the impala into the driveway of Bill Carlton's house.

He and Sam then got out and started calling out for the man.

"Mr. Carlton!" Sam called out.

"Hey, check it out." Dean said making Sam look at him.

Bill Carlton was headed out onto the lake in a boat.

Sam and Dean then started running for the dock.

"Mr. Carlton! You need to come back!" Dean yelled to him.

Bill looked back at them, but didn't even slow down.

"Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!" Dean yelled.

Bill faced forward again, and within five seconds, his boat flipped up out of the water, throwing him into it.

The boat disappeared, and so did Bill Carlton.

~~~

Sam and Dean walked into the sheriff's department, behind the Sheriff who led them in. August in the baby harness strapped to Dean.

"Sam, Dean. I didn't expect to see you here." Andrea said as she looked up at them, standing up from her chair next to Lucas who was slightly rocking back and forth.

"So now you're on a first-name basis." The sheriff said. "What are you doing here?" He asked his daughter.

"I brought you dinner." Andrea said.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I really don't have the time." He apologized, taking his coat off.

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

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

Sam and Dean looked to Lucas, who was still trembling, rocking back and forth in his chair.

Lucas whimpered and looked up at Dean. He got up, and rushed to Dean, latching onto his arm, and pulling him down to him.

"Lucas, hey, what is it?" Dean asked the boy, putting his hand against Augusts chest to keep her from falling forwards. "Lucas."

"Lucas." Andrea came over, trying to pry the boy from Dean.

"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." Dean told the boy who wrapped his arms around his, not wanting to let go as his mother tried pulling him off. "Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." Dean crouched down to him, looking him in the eyes.

Lucas finally gave up, and Andrea led him out of the small building. The whole way out, Lucas looked back at Dean.

August whined, kicking her legs a little.

Dean gently shushed her, laying his hand on her head.

The sheriff threw his coat down into a chair, going into his office. Sam followed him, but Dean hesitated, hoping that Lucas was okay.

"Okay, just so I'm clear, you see...something attack Bills boat, sending Bill, who is a very good swimmer, by the way, into the drink, and you never see him again?" The sheriff questioned the men as they now sat in two chairs in front of his desk.

"Yeah, that about sums it up." Dean nodded after glancing at his brother.

"And I'm supposed to believe this, even thought I've already sonar-swept that entire lake and what you're describing is impossible and you're not really wildlife service?"

Sam and Dean both tensed up.

"That's right, I checked. The departments never heard of you two." The sheriff stated.

"See? Now, we can explain that." Dean started.

"Enough, please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bills neighbors saw him steering out that boat  just before you did. So we have a couple of options here." He started. "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." He pointed his finger at them.

"Door number two sounds good." Sam nodded.

Dean tilted his head to the side as he made a face, agreeing with his brother.

"That's the one I'd pick." The sheriff stated.

~~~

The impala rolled to a stop beside a sign that read "Milwaukee" with and arrow pointing left.

Sam watched the light turn green, but Dean didn't go.

"Green."

"What?"

"Lights green." Sam told him.

Dean hesitated for a second before turning right.

"Ah, the interstate's the other way." Sam stated.

"I know." Dean stated, speeding down the road.

August slept peacefully in her car seat, with her pacifier in her mouth.

"But, Dean, this job— I think it's over." Sam told his brother.

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

"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peters spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest." Sam stated.

"So what if we take off and this thing isn't done?" Dean asked. "What if we missed something? What if more people get hurt?"

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

"Because Lucas was really scared." Dean stated.

"Thats what this is about?" Sam questioned.

"I just don't want to leave town till I know the kids okay." Dean said with a breathy chuckle.

"God, I guess having a kid really does change a man." Sam said.

"Shut up." Dean told him.

~~~

"Are you sure about this?" Sam asked dean as they now stood in front of the front door of Andreas house. "It's pretty late, man." Sam stated.

Dean ignored him, and rang the doorbell. August tiredly looked around, her pacifier still in her mouth.

The door immediately opened and out ran Lucas who was panting, and panicking.

"Lucas? Lucas!" Dean put his hands on the boys shoulders.

Lucas ran back into the house and up the stairs where water was making it way down to the first story of the house.

Sam and Dean rushed in after the boy.

"Lucas!" Dean yelled, following the boy up the stairs.

They got upstairs and Lucas ran to the bathroom door where water was running out from under it. Lucas beat on the door until Dean moved him out of the way.

Dean wrapped his arms around August, keeping her steady, then he kicked the bathroom door in.

Sam rushed in to help Andrea who was being held under water in the bathtub, while Dean held Lucas back.

Sam grunted as he tried pulling Andrea up out of the water. Andrea gasped as she finally came up out of the water, but was quickly pulled back down.

Sam yelled as he pulled Andrea back up, and practically dragged her out of the tub.

They both fell on the floor beside it.

~~~

"What can you tell me?" Sam asked Andrea as they now sat in her living room, Andrea warming up.

"No."

Dean searched the shelves in the closet for photo albums.

"It doesn't make any sense." Andrea stated to Sam, as she started crying. "I'm going crazy." She put her head in her hands.

"No, you're not. Tell me what happened— everything." Sam told her.

"I heard— I thought I heard...there was this voice." Andrea told him.

"What did it say?" Sam asked.

"It's said— it said, 'Come play with me.'" Andrea started crying again. "What's happening?" She sobbed.

Dean finally found the right album, and started flipping through it. Once he found a picture, he exited the closet with August.

"Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?" Dean asked Andrea as he set the book in front of her.

"What?" Andrea asked. "Oh, um, no, I mean, except that's my dad right there." She pointed at a boy in the picture.

The picture was a group of Boy Scouts.

"He must have been about 12 in these pictures." She pointed at another picture,  a picture where her father was standing right next to Peter Sweeney.

"Chris bar's drowning— the connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to sheriff." Dean stated to Sam.

"Bill and the Sheriff— they were both involved with Peter." Sam said.

"What about Chris?" Andrea questioned them.

Dean looked over, seeing Lucas standing in front of the front door.

"My dad— what are you talking about?" Andrea asked.

"Lucas? Lucas, what is it?" Dean spoke up, making Andrea and Sam look up at him, then the boy.

Lucas opened the front door and walked out. The adults, and the baby being carried along, followed after him.

"Lucas, honey?" Andrea asked as Lucas was leading them somewhere.

Lucas stopped in a patch of grass, and looked up at the dean who was now standing in front of him.

"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay? Take her with you, please." Dean said, taking August out of the harness, and giving her to Andrea.

Andrea nodded, taking Lucas hand with one of her own, and holding august in her other arm.

Sam came over beside his brother as they looked down at the grass.

~~~

Sam and Dean had gotten some shovels from the trunk of the impala, and started digging in that particular spot.

It didn't take long for dean to hit something metal with his shovel. The brothers looked at each other, then got down and started using their hands to finish digging up whatever it was.

They pulled it up out of the ground.

It was a red bike.

"Peters bike." Sam breathed out.

"Who are you?"

Sam and Dean turned as they heard the sheriff behind them. They saw him aiming a gun at them.

"Put the gun down, Jake." Sam told him.

"How did you know that was there?" The sheriff, Jake, questioned them.

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

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

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney 35 years ago. that's what the hell were talking about." Dean said.

"Dad!" Andrea came running towards them.

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

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love." Sam told the sheriff. "It's gonna drown them, and it's gonna drag their bodies god knows where so you can feel the same pain Peters mom felt. And then after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does." He told him.

"Yeah? And how do you know that?" Jake questioned him.

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

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

"I don't really give a rats 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." Dean said. "Tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake."

Jake stayed quiet.

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

"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars, and they're dangerous."

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

Jake hesitantly looked at his daughter.

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

Jake once again stayed quiet.

"Oh, my god." Andrea breathed out.

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

Dean nodded and looked to his brother.

"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 shook his head.

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

Andrea looked over towards the lake and gasped.

The other adults looked over and saw Lucas down at the dock, getting down to the water.

"Lucas!" Jake yelled.

They all started sprinting towards the boy and the lake.

"Lucas!" Dean yelled.

"Lucas! Stay where you are!" Andrea yelled.

As Lucas was reaching for an army man floating in the lake, a hand came up, and grabbed his wrist, jerking him into the lake.

Jake stopped at the top of the dock, while Sam and Dean ran to the end, both diving into the water.

"Oh, my god!" Andrea cried out as Jake saw Peters spirit peering at him from the water.

"Andrea, stay there." Sam told Andrea as he saw her taking off her jacket.

"No, Lucas!" She yelled.

"We'll get him. Stay on the dock." Sam told her.

Andrea dropped to her knees as Sam dove under. Dean came back up, and looked around for Sam who had also come back up.

"Sam?" He asked.

Sam shook his head.

"Lucas, where are you?" Andrea cried.

Jake started towards the lake, taking off his jacket.

Dean dove back under, and Sam followed.

"Peter, if you can hear me, please, Peter, I'm sorry."

Andrea looked over, seeing her father walking further out into the lake.

"Daddy." She started.

"I'm so— I'm so sorry." Jake apologized.

"Daddy, no!" Andrea cried.

"Peter. Lucas— he's just a little boy. Please, it's not his fault. It's mine. Please take me!" Jake begged.

Sam and Dean came back up, and heard Jake.

"Jake, no!" Dean yelled.

"Just let it be over!" Jake yelled.

Jake was then pulled under the water.

"Daddy!" Andrea cried out. "No!"

Dean clenched his jaw, and went back under, Sam once again following.

After a moment, Sam came back up, and shook his head to Andrea.

"No!" Andrea cried.

Just then, Dean breached the surface with a gasp, an unconscious Lucas in his arms.

~~~

Sam gently rocked August in his arms as they walked to the impala. Dean opened the drivers side door and threw his bag in, Sam doing the same.

Dean then started searching for his keys.

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

"I know." Dean held out his hands from dean to give him his baby, in which Sam did.

"Sam, Dean."

Sam and Dean looked up and saw Andrea and Lucas coming towards them.

"Hey." Dean smiled as they walked towards them.

"We're glad we caught you." Andrea said. "We just, um, we made you lunch for the road. Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself." Andrea told them.

"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas asked his mother.

Dean smiled, happy to hear the boy talking.

"Of course." Andrea kissed his head.

"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car." Dean said, walking towards the impala, Lucas happily following after him.

"How you holding up?" Sam asked Andrea.

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

Sam sighed.

"Andrea, I'm sorry." He apologized to her.

"You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that." Andrea told him. "Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that." She lightly shrugged.

Dean watched as Lucas set the tray of sandwiches in the middle front seat in the impala.

"Ahh." Dean exhaled as he leaned against the seat, Lucas stepping in front of him.

"Alright, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it back to me one more time." Dean told Lucas.

"Zeppelin rules!" Lucas smiled.

"That's right. Up high." Dean held up his hand and Lucas gave him a high-five. "And I'll tell you what, as soon as she starts talking, that's the first thing she'll learn." Dean looked down at August who had her hand in her mouth.

Lucas smiled.

"You take care of your mom, okay?" Dean told him.

"Alright." Lucas nodded as Sam and Andrea came over to them.

Deans stood up and Andrea sent him a smile.

"Thank you." She thanked him.

Dean nodded.

"Alright, Sammy, we better hit the road." He said to his brother. "We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road." He started around the car, going to the back door to put August in her car seat.

Sam chuckled and got into the passenger seat. Dean kissed Augusts head after buckling her in, then he closed her door and got into the drivers seat.

The brothers looked to Andrea and Lucas as Dean started up the engine. Andrea and Lucas waved as Dean put the gear into reverse, and backed the impala out of their parking spot.

He shifted the gear into drive, then he pulled out of the parking lot, and sped down the road.

Thank you so much for reading!