Sam Winchester stepped out of the truck after his father and older brother, Dean. Five hours of driving and they had finally arrived in Playa Linda, Califonia. The tempature seemed to be rising with every second they stood there for.

"So what's the deal again?" Dean asked peering at the large lake that seemed to surround them.

"106 drowning's in the last 75 years, no one can explain it." His Dad replied still looking through his journal at the numerous article clippings.

"What do you think you're dealing with?"

"Water Demon. Now listen carefully, I don't want you boys anywhere near the lake, seems the Demon's only taking children. You hear me? Don't go anywhere near the water!" He said firmly.

"Yes sir." Both boys nodded.

"Dean come with me to talk to the last victims parents, Sam you stay here...don't move away from the truck. Okay boys?" And with another 'yes sir' they parted, Dean and John walking into the town towards one of the many houses. While Sam sat beside the truck in the grass, 10 feet away from the water.

'Why do I always have to stay behind?' He asked himself. "Water Demon? What'd it want with kids?" The water didn't seem bad, it looked sort of creepy but inviting somehow.

"Sam," A voice said, Sam turned in all directions trying to find the source of it, finally he saw her. She was swimming in one place, just watching him. "Sam." She spoke once more in a soft tone. "Come play with me."

"How do you know my name?" He asked walking a bit closer towards the water.

"Come play with me." Was all he got in return.

"No!" His Dad would get mad at him if he disobeyed him, he always did.

"Come play with me Sam!" She screamed, she sounded evil and looked it too, with long, dirty, tangled black hair and silvery-grey eyes. With a blink of an eye she was standing inches away from the six-year-old. The smell of murky water and rotten flesh surrounded him. Terror ripped through his small body evrytime he looked into her glazed over, dead eyes. Then it all went away, the smell, the evil in her, leaving a beautiful seven-year-old girl. Her hair was now clean and curly, her eyes were now alive and laughing, the paleness of her skin replaced with a golden tan.

"Come play with me Sammy. We can play forever and ever Sam and no one will ever stop us." She extended her hand towards him.

"Sam? Sam! Get away from her!" Turning, he saw his brother and father coming out from one of the houses, they were a good 25 feet away.

"Dad? Dean?"

"Sam, get away from the water!" John Winchester yelled jumping off the porch and running for his son.

"Come Sam, come with me." The little girl smiled. He nodded, smiled and took her hand. She pulled him off with her under the water.

"Sam!" Dean yelled at the top of his lungs and running faster than he had ever before in his young life. Sadly, he and John arrived a moment too late. Sam was gone, vanished before their eyes into the water with the Demon. John jumped in after them, searching for his son. But found nothing.

Because Sam was gone.