Chapter 1
Stupid water. Did it have to be everywhere? Sam had water in his eyes, his mouth, his lungs. That thing dragging him down had one hell of a grip. Up until this point, the hunt had gone pretty smoothly.
"Sam! Come on," Dean called to him.
"Yeah, yeah," answered the younger brother. Grabbing the shovel from the trunk, Sam started off to where his brother was standing.
"They put the grave pretty close to where she died," Sam commented. It was true. Scarlett Hampton had drowned in a pond, not twenty feet from the tombstone.
"A little disrespectful," Dean reflected, burying the shovel in the dirt.
The brothers dug into the hard ground until their shovels hit something hard.
"Yahtzee," Dean said, "You go keep watch and I'll light up this corpse."
Sam nodded and headed over to the pond. No one was around, except for the houses across the body of water.
As Dean salted the body and poured gas on it, Sam looked out over the water. The night was cold with no wind. Everything seemed to be standing still. He didn't notice when Scarlett's glowing figure swam out from under the dock.
"Dea-" was all Sam got to yell out, before being pulled into the icy water. It hit him like a brick wall of cold. The tight grip on his ankle pulled him down fast. No matter how much Sam kicked, he could not make contact with anything. Any attempt at swimming up was worthless. Scarlett was too strong.
Sam had no time to take a deep breath when he was pulled into the water. That was evident now. His body struggled for air. Sam's lungs felt like they were twisting inside out. Not full thoughts could get to his brain. Ideas only appeared in spirts: 'Where's Dean?' 'Why can't I breath?' 'Where is this thing?' There was an intense pressure like he couldn't believe pressing down on his chest. Sam's heart had to stop. How was it still beating under the pressure?
The pond was a never-ending black abyss all around Sam. A small reflection of moonlight shined above his head, at an unknown height.
'Dean!'' Sam tried to scream. He wanted his big brother to dive down and save him. Suddenly, Sam had a terrifying thought: 'Had Dean even noticed Sam was gone?' The big brother's back had been turned when Sam was pulled under. For all he knew, Sam was still standing on the dock or had walked away. With this thought on his mind, the last of the air in Sam's lungs floated to the surface.