The day started out like any normal work day for Rylie. She woke up insanely early on a Saturday morning just to go lifeguard at a pool for six hours when maybe three people at the most would show up. She groaned as she left her apartment and the blast of cold wind hit her in the face. This was the other insane part of her job. She was lifeguarding at a pool in the winter. What was the point of that? Sure there was an indoor pool, but still only a few people actually came to swim laps. Hopefully the day wouldn't be too bad. She got in her car and pulled out of the apartment complex's tiny parking lot. As she got out onto the main road it was just her luck that she pulled out behind the world's oldest driver who just so happened to be going ten under the speed limit. Since she was stuck driving behind this dinosaur of a woman she ended up getting to work ten minutes late. "What a great way to start the day." She mumbled under her breath as she got out of the warm shelter of her car and stepped into the cold once again. Then, she was blessed with the opportunity of wrestling with the lock of the door for five minutes just so she could open the pool building. As if that wasn't enough, after she got inside she had to whip out the trusty can of WD-40 so she could get the doors to the indoor pool open. She walked around, checking the bathrooms and removing the pool covers, mumbling under her breath about how the day was going to suck. Then just as she got to sit down in the office, she looked up at the security camera T.V. and saw that someone had just come in. She caught a break when the person decided to go swim in the indoor pool, which she could watch from the office window. Every now and then she would glance over her shoulder to make sure the person wasn't drowning. Then, as she glanced back for maybe the tenth time she noticed that something looked wrong with the water. It had started turning a pinkish color. At first she thought that something was wrong with the pumps, but as the entire pool began turning a deep red color she began to get very worried. She stood up and went to tell the man swimming to get out of the pool and she reached the indoor pool's doors just as the man began to struggle. He was in the middle of the pool, the deepest part, and he was jerking about and bobbing up and down. He looked as if he were struggling against something that was pulling him under or pushing his head below the water. The entire pool began to bubble as if it was boiling, but as she got closer she noticed how cold the entire room had gotten. She started taking off her shoes, getting ready to jump in after the struggling man when he suddenly disappeared completely under the surface of the now blood red water. As soon as her shoes were off and she was ready to dive in, the water began to change back to its normal clear blue color. It was still bubbling and she couldn't see where the man had gone. She debated whether or not to jump in. She knew she should save the man, but her survival instincts were holding her back. Then, as suddenly as it had happened, the water stopped bubbling. As she scanned the bottom of the pool she couldn't see the man who had gone under. The water was perfectly clear, but there was no sign at all of the man had disappeared. She ran inside and called 911, something she probably should have done a lot sooner. Now they would just think that she was crazy. She knew no one would believe her until people realized that the man had gone missing.

One Week Later

Sam and Dean sat in the Moonshine Hotel in some little town in Alabama. One would first think that the hotel was named the Moonshine Hotel because of the moon, but being in the south, one should know better. The Moonshine Hotel was named after the strong alcohol moonshine. This rundown building was aptly named though because it was built on a plot of land where one of the most successful moonshine stills had been and where a lot of transactions involving this infamous drink occurred. The room that the Winchester boys were in was decorated with an entire wall made up of jars that had once contained moonshine and another one of these walls enclosing the shower. When first discovering the history behind the name of the hotel, Dean turned to his brother and said, "This is my kind of hotel Sammy." And with a grin he set off to investigate the room.

Now the boys were sitting on their separate beds, trying to find something to do. They hadn't had anything interesting pop up in a while and they were beginning to get bored. Sam was looking through newspaper articles on the internet while Dean stared at the ceiling, not really even making an effort to look like he was helping. "So you got anything yet Sam?" he asked, sighing as he watched the fan go around for the thousandth time.

"Not really." Sam replied, rubbing his eyes that had begun to ache from staring at the computer screen. He clicked on the next link to an article in a Georgia newspaper. He skimmed over the article about the disappearance of a local man, about to write it off as any normal old disappearance, when he came across the interview of the girl that had been on duty at the pool where the man had last been seen. Even if the girl's statement didn't get Dean's attention, Sam knew the picture of the girl's face would be enough to get him to go. She had wavy black hair that surrounded a heart shaped face and big blue eyes that Sam was sure could melt even the coldest of hearts. "Dean, I think I might actually have something."

As soon as Dean heard this he sat up straight and went over to Sam. He read the article just as Sam had. Before he got to the girl's interview he began to speak. "Sam this is…" his voice trailed off as he read the interview of the girl who said she had seen the pool water turn blood red and then the man had gone under and vanished. Also he noticed the picture, just as Sam thought he would. "Well Sam, good job." He gave his brother a slap on the shoulder and grabbed the keys to the Impala. "Come on, we have ourselves a hot lifeguard to talk to."