Sooner than she thought, Calypso was on another hunt with the Winchesters. She sat in the back of the impala, playing with her phone, while they drove out to Lake Manitoc in Michigan. Dean played classic rock tunes while Sam slept; he had driven all night. She tugged at her new black jacket that they had just bought, since her trusty purple sweatshirt fell apart. She also had new black boots, dark jeans, and a purple tee shirt. She kept her locket on, as always, though. It never left its place around her neck.

Calypso looked out the window at the scenery flashing past, deep in thought. So much was going on. Too much. She remembered Sam and Dean telling her what they found out when they looked up her name.

"Hey, Callie," Sam had said gently while she was helping them pack the morning after the vampires were killed. She had looked up questioningly. "So, Dean and I looked up your last name as a kind of... Background check, I guess." Calypso had stilled, eyes wide, a deer in the headlights. Dean had been standing in the doorway awkwardly. He wasn't sure how she would react. "We found out about your mom, and we are very sorry about-"

"I don't want to talk about it," she had interrupted quickly, turning away from him before he could see how her eyes had teared up from the memory. She had clenched her jaw, fighting back the wave of emotion, and zipped the bag she was done packing shut.

"Callie-"

"I'll meet you by the car," she had interrupted again, walking out of the room without another word and shutting the door behind her. Calypso leaned against it, losing the fight against the pain and sadness. She had shut her eyes completely shut and let out a small sob. That was the only emotion she ever allowed herself to display. It was too painful to do anything more.

But it was so hard to choke down the tide.

"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the wildlife service care about an accidental drowning?" asked gray haired Sheriff Devins. They had arrived at the town earlier, and had just finished asking the brother of the drowned girl questions and found out nothing.

"Are you sure it was accidental?" Sam asked, following him into his office. "Will Carlton saw something grab his sister."

"Like what?" the sheriff replied, annoyed. "You know what, sit, please." He gestured to two chairs that Sam and Dean sat in. Calypso stood behind the two, arms crossed, guarded. "There are no indigenous carnivores in the lake." Calypso rolled her eyes while he wasn't looking. He had no clue what could really be in there. Then she realized that, a couple of weeks ago, she wouldn't have either. "There's nothing even big enough to drag down a person, unless it's the Loch Ness Monster!"

Calypso stifled a smile as Dean replied with, "Yeah, well..."

"Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks," the Sheriff continued, confident with his argument. He sat back in his chair. "Still, we dragged that entire lake. We even did a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there."

"That's weird though. That's the third missing body this year," Dean pointed out.

"I know," the Sheriff replied gravely. "These are people from my town. These are people I care about."

"We understand," Calypso said, doing her best to participate a little bit in the conversation. The Sheriff looked at her sadly.

"Anyway, all this, it won't be a problem much longer," he said, leaning back, clearly comfortable with the switching of topics. Calypso couldn't blame him. She was the expert of avoidance.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, saying the very thing Calypso was wondering. The sheriff looked at all three of them, seeming to think Dean was just joking. He was confused as to why they didn't know what was happening.

"Well, the dam, of course."

"Of course," Dean said, trying to cover up his mistake. "The dam." Calypso bit the inside of her cheek, hard, trying not to laugh at Dean's disastrous attempt to fix the conversation. "It's... sprung a leak."

"It's falling apart," he said, suspicious about the trio. "And the Feds won't give us the grant to repair it. So they opened the spill wagon. In six months, there won't be much of a lake. Won't be much of a town, either." He looked at all three of them, one by one. "But as federal wildlife, you already knew that."

"Of course we did, sir." Calypso said.

As she was about to apologize for her "partner's" stupidity, there was a quiet knock at the door. Everyone turned around to see a young woman with wavy dark hair standing in the door way.

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

"Agents, this is my daughter." the Sheriff introduced as they all stood up. Dean pushed Calypso out of the way and shook the woman's hand. Calypso rolled her eyes, annoyed. Dean never lost a chance to flirt with women.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Dean." he said, trying to be charming.

"Andrea Barr," she said with a smile. Her eyes brightened up a bit when she smiled, Calypso noticed. "Hi,"

"They're from the wildlife service." the Sheriff said. "About the lake." Andrea's smile faded.

"Oh," she said softly.

Something moved by her waist. Calypso eyes moved downward to see a small boy with long brown hair peek around Andrea into the room. A smile spread across her face. She loved children.

"Well, hello there!" Calypso said sweetly, smiling and bending down to about the boy's height. "What's your name?"

The boy turned and walked out of the room without a single word, or even an action to show he'd heard her. Calypso's smile faltered. Andrea seemed about to say something, then turned and followed the boy. It became very quiet.

"His name is Lucas," the Sheriff said, obvious weight on his voice. Calypso looked out the door to see Andrea offer the boy a crayon, which he grabbed without a word.

"Is he alright?" she asked gently, concerned about the boy.

"My grandson's been through a lot," he answered, then sighed. "We all have." He seemed to shake off what he was thinking about and stood up, heading to the door. "Well, if there's anything else I can help you with, please, let me know."

Calypso nodded in acknowledgement and walked out of the door, only to hear Dean say, "You know, now that you've mentioned it, could you point us to a reasonably priced motel?"

She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. It seemed Andrea did, too.

"Lake Front Motel," she said, looking up and smiling. "Go around the corner, it's two blocks out."

Dean pretended to look perplexed.

"Two..." he said confusedly. "Would you mind showing us?"

Andrea laughed and said, "You want me to walk you two blocks?"

"Not if it's any trouble," Dean replied.

She smiled.

"I'm headed that way anyway," she said, then turned to her dad. "I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three." She bent down to her son. "We'll go to the park, okay sweetie?"

The boy didn't respond, and she left without a reply. Calypso smiled politely at the sheriff before she followed.

"So, cute kid," Dean told Andrea as they walked to the motel. She smiled.

"Thanks," she said. They crossed the street.

"Kids are the best, huh?" Dean said. Sam and Calypso looked at him strangely, Calypso's eyebrows raised so high they were almost hidden in her hair. Andrea seemed to be hiding a smile.

"There it is," she said, turning to Dean. "Like I said," she told him, "Two blocks."

Sam thanked her and she smiled.

"Must be hard with your sense of direction," she said to Dean, who smiled and shrugged. "Not even able to find your way to a decent pickup line?" She began to cross the street.

Dean's smile fell away and a look of confusion and surprise appeared on his face. Calypso laughed loudly at Dean's bewildered expression.

"Enjoy your stay!" Andrea called back to them as she made her way across the street.

"Kids are the best?" Sam asked, amused. "You don't even like kids."

"I love kids!" Dean protested. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Name three children that you even know," he said. Dean opened his mouth. "And don't say Callie!" His mouth shut again.

Calypso laughed.

"I'm a teenager," she told him, smiling. "I don't count."

Dean cleared his throat, and opened his mouth, ready to say something, but he was silent. He shuffled a little bit, but couldn't seem think of anything.

"See?" Calypso said, showing that Sam proved his point.

"Oh, as if you know any kids!" Dean shot back.

Calypso smiled, ready to prove him wrong.

"Johnny Sebastian, Chloe Azerzson, Liam Pebdid, Bridgett Smith, Abby Deidric, Rachel Seir, Danielle Bitsor." she said without taking a breath. "Do I need to say any more?" Dean and Sam looked at her strangely. She smiled slightly. "I worked at a daycare since I was in fifth grade. Trust me, I like kids." With that she walked into the motel, leaving the boys with new information about the mysterious girl.

"Whatcha got?" Calypso asked Sam later, as he looked up information on the drowning.

"Well, there's the three drowning victims this year," Sam said, clicking around.

"Anything before that?" Dean asked as he unpacked a bit.

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

"So, a lake monster on a binge?" Dean asked.

"This whole lake monster theory, it just bugs me." Sam said, looking at his laptop.

"Why?" Calypso asked, both her and Dean coming behind Sam and his computer.

"Loch Ness, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, there's almost nothing." Sam pointed out. "Whatever's out there, nobody's living to tell about it."

Dean seemed to notice something.

"Wait, Barr," he said, pointing to an article on the laptop screen. "Christopher

Barr, where have I heard that name before?"

"Andrea and Lucas," Calypso said absentmindedly, turning to Dean. "Why?"

"He was the victim in May," Sam explained, clicking on a link. "Oh." he said, surprised. "Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father." Calypso's eyebrows went up. "Apparently, he took Lucas out swimming, Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued." He clicked on a picture of Lucas wrapped in a towel, probably when he just got out of the lake. "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all."

It was quiet.

"No wonder Lucas was so scared," Calypso said sympathetically. "Watching a parent die..." She trailed off and grabbed her left wrist, pressing down hard. "That's not something you get over. Ever." She looked up at Sam and Dean. "We need to go find him."

They decided to go to the park Andrea said she and Lucas would visit after she dropped them off at the motel. Calypso spotted her on a bench alone, watching her son sit at a table, coloring.

"Can we join you?" Sam asked Andrea. She smiled a little bit.

"I'm here with my son," she replied, talking directly to Dean. Calypso held back a smile.

"Do you mind if I say hi?" Calypso asked her. "It's been a while since I've been around kids. They're so cute, aren't they?"

"They sure are," Andrea agreed with a smile. She studied Calypso for a moment, wondering if she should let her near her son. But something about Calypso made her seem so young and innocent. Andrea doubted Calypso would ever want to hurt Lucas. "I guess you can go say hi, sure," she said. Calypso smiled politely and walked towards the child.

"I can go with her," Dean said, not even waiting for a reply, just following the girl.

The two made it to the table to see Lucas scribbling quickly on a sheet of paper with a purple crayon. Calypso loved purple. It was the color of her eyes, which made her different, sometimes a good thing, and sometimes bad. Plus, it was associated with magic and special powers, like in her favorite book series, Harry Potter. And it was a mixture of the two colors she described her parents with, red and blue.

"How's it going?" Dean asked Lucas. There was no response. He kneeled down and Calypso stood behind him. "Ah, I used to love these things." Dean picked up a toy soldier and made shooting noises. Lucas did not respond.

Calypso looked at the quiet boy and her heart shattered into pieces. Seeing any child go through what she had to when she was six made her want to cry. She knew how it felt. She knew how long it would take to get over.

"So crayons are more your thing?" Dean said while Calypso stood silently, observing. "That's cool. Chicks dig artists."

"These are really good," Calypso commented, looking through a couple things he drew, including a picture of a red bicycle. "Can we sit and draw with you for a bit?" No response. Calypso looked at Dean sadly and shrugged. She took a crayon and a blank sheet of paper and decided to attempt to draw a butterfly. But she was never good at art, and it ended up looking like a pathetic blob. She looked at it, annoyed, wishing she was better at drawing. Seems like it would be a useful skill, or a good pastime if nothing else.

"You know," Dean said, drawing something Calypso couldn't see, "I'm thinking you can hear us, you just don't want to talk." Lucas didn't look up. "I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how it feels. When I was younger, I saw something." He paused and Calypso realized he must be talking about his mother. She didn't know much about what happened to her, and she didn't want to invade Sam and Dean's privacy by asking. Instead she just absorbed the details. All she knew was that their mother was killed by some supernatural creature in Sam's nursery.

"Anyway," Dean continued, getting a grip on his emotions, "Well, maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you or, uh... Believe you. I want you to know that we will." Calypso smiled reassuringly. "You don't even have to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw on that day, with your dad, in the lake." Lucas ignored him and continued to color, refusing to look up. "Okay, no problem. This is for you." Dean held out a picture to Lucas of four stick figures, hastily drawn. "This is my family. That's my dad," he said, pointing to one of the stick figures. "That's my mom, that's my geek brother, and that's me," he said, pointing to each stick figure in turn.

Lucas didn't respond.

"Alright, so I'm a sucky artist." He got up slowly, leaving his picture behind. "I'll see you around, Lucas."

Dean turned and began to walk back to Andrea and Sam. Calypso took a few steps after him, then felt a small hand wrap around her slim wrist. She turned around to Lucas again, who had stopped working and tugged at her arm, still looking down. Calypso's eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Callie?" she heard Dean call. She turned to face him and motioned that she needed a second. Dean nodded, looking concerned.

"What is it?" Calypso asked, turning back to Lucas and crouching down next to him.

The boy searched through his pile of drawings, papers flying everywhere, until he seemed to find the one he was searching for and pulled it out. Calypso's eyes widened in surprise. At first she thought the arm was the only thing in the picture. Then she noticed the jagged red lines cutting across it, and the knife in the background. Her knife, her arm. She realized. Her cuts. She looked back up at Lucas.

"How did you know?" she whispered. Lucas didn't reply. "Never mind, that's not important." She took the drawing and stared at it sadly. "What's important is that you understand that these aren't something I'm proud of." She studied the small boy carefully. "My mother died when I was just a year or two older than you are now. And I felt responsible for it. So I started to harm myself." She bit her lip, unsure how to continue. "At first it felt good, something to keep my attention off of the gaping hole in my heart." Her eyes threatened to tear up, and she blinked away the moisture determinedly. "Then I began to see myself as damaged. What kind of sick person cuts her own wrist, right? It's not what my mother would have wanted." Calypso hugged her arms against her stomach. "I tried to stop. I really did. But you don't understand how hard-" Her voice cracked and she tried to clear her throat. "I can't stop. Not when I need it. I know it's bad, but I can't make myself put the blade down." She looked up at Sam, Dean, and Andrea, who were all staring at her. "You can't tell anyone, okay?" Lucas put down his crayon and looked up into her eyes. He nodded. Calypso smiled. "Thank you. And please," she begged, placing her hand on his arm. "Don't try this. Don't even think about it."

She crumpled up the picture and shoved it in her pocket. All she could think about was the last time she had brought the knife to her wrist. It had been immediately after Sam and Dean had asked her about her Mom. She knew she was to blame for her death. She was reminded almost daily. She was to blame for every single thing that went wrong, wasn't she? Every person near her who got hurt, every single problem, she was the start of it. And so she deserved all the pain she inflicted on herself. She deserved every awful thing that had ever happened to her.

That's why she truly hated herself.

Calypso walked back to Sam, Dean, and Andrea as fast as she could after she talked to Lucas.

"What happened?" Sam asked curiously.

"Nothing important," she said. "He showed me a picture." She did her best not to lie. She had never liked lying. "He's good at drawing."

Andrea looked over at Lucas sadly.

"That's all he's been doing since his dad's... Accident," she said. "He just sits there, drawing those pictures..." They all looked at Lucas, who had walked up to Calypso. "Hey sweetie."

His hand stretched out towards Calypso, his head still turned towards the ground. She noticed there was a piece of paper in his little fist, and reached out to take it, surprised. When she looked at it, she saw a drawing of a familiar looking red roofed house, with green trim. She pursed her lips, trying to remember where she had seen it before.

"Thank you," she said sweetly, trying to be polite. "It's wonderful."

He walked away without acknowledging her. She looked up at Dean, then Sam, who both shrugged.

Calypso watched sadly as Lucas walked back to his table, wishing desperately that she could fix him.

Maybe by killing this monster, she could.

The next day, Will Carlton was dead. He had drowned in his own sink, ruling out the whole lake monster theory.

Sam, Dean, and Calypso went to ask his dad, Bill Carlton, a few questions, but the man refused to answer. He had a right to, of course, since both of his children had died in a short period of time, but it set them back a little bit, especially since he seemed to be hiding something. Something seemed suspicious to Calypso. She'd had a cold feeling ever since she passed the border into town, but she couldn't figure out why.

As they walked back to the impala, Calypso noticed the house.

"Wait," she said. She took out Lucas's drawing and held it up next to the house. Her eyebrows raised up. "They match perfectly," she told Sam and Dean. She looked up at them. "I don't think Bill is the only one who knows something."

They quickly drove to Lucas's house and, even though it took some convincing, Andrea let them in. She led them to Lucas's room, where Lucas was still drawing pictures, surrounded by his green toy army men. Calypso walked in cautiously.

"Hi, Lucas," she said softly, kneeling down next to him. "You remember me, right?" No response. She looked down at his drawings and saw multiple pictures of a bright red bicycle, making eyebrows furrow. "Thank you for the drawing you gave me," she continued, even though it seemed like Lucas wasn't hearing her. "It was really helpful, but I need your help again." She looked down and noticed that Lucas was drawing a picture of a man in a lake. She pursed her lips and looked back up. "So," she continued, pulling out the drawing of the Carlton house, "How did you know to draw this picture? Did you know something would happen there?" He didn't respond. "Could you nod or shake your head?" she suggested. He didn't move. Calypso tilted her head slightly, trying to understand the boy's emotions. "You're scared, aren't you," she said, finally understanding. "It's okay to be scared. I was scared, too, when my mom was killed. And just like you, I didn't talk for a while afterwards." She paused, unsure how to continue, then got back on track. "I blamed myself for what happened, and I think you do, too." She looked at Lucas. "But it wasn't your fault. Maybe it wasn't my fault either. You know, I try to stay away from the memories or anything that reminds me of what happened, but I don't think that's what my mom would've wanted." She smiled, remembering. "She would always tell me to be brave, to face my fears. I try to, every single day. And you know what? I think that's what your dad wants you to do. Be brave."

Lucas dropped his crayon and slowly looked up at her. He looked for a long time, and Calypso looked back, trying to carefully hide her emotions. Finally, Lucas slowly slid out a picture from his pile, and put it in front of Calypso. She looked down at it and saw that it was a yellow two story house with a little boy in a baseball cap with a red bike standing in front of it. And what seemed to be across the street was a small white church.

"Thank you," Calypso said, taking the picture and getting up. "You've been a lot of help."

She walked out of the room, towards Sam, Dean, and Andrea.

"How did you do that?" Andrea asked, leading the group back to the door. "He never responds to anyone. Not even me."

"I don't know," Calypso told her honestly. "All I did was try to relate to his situation."

Andrea studied her closely.

"I'm sorry about your mother," Andrea said. "It must have been hard to lose her at such a young age."

"It was tough, but I had to move on very quickly," she told her, trying to get off of the subject. "I just had to focus on other things." She looked at Dean, who nodded. "I think we have to go," she said. "We need to check out this new lead."

Andrea nodded.

"Of course," she said. "If you need anything else, we're right here."

Calypso smiled.

"Thank you," she said, walking out the door.

Then they were driving. Calypso looked out the left backseat window, looking up at the clouds. Her mom used to say that whenever she felt sad, she should look up at the sky and find faces in the clouds to be her friends. Even though it seemed childish, Calypso did it often.

"Hey, Callie," Dean said from the driver's seat. "Did you tell Lucas the truth about... You know, how you felt when your mom died?"

"Doesn't matter," she replied quickly.

"You know you can't run from this forever," Sam said.

"I've been successful for nine years, so far," she told him. "I think I'm good." She changed topics. "So, how come Lucas draws this stuff? Andrea said he never drew like that before his dad died, right?"

Calypso saw Sam and Dean exchange a glance and clenched her jaw. She always had to take care of things on her own, and wasn't good at trusting people, especially men. This was just another thing she had to deal with alone. No matter how nice they seemed, she didn't trust them enough to tell them anything about her that mattered. They were going to hurt her eventually. Everyone always did.

"Well, there are cases," Sam said, letting her change the course of the conversation without a fight. "Going through a traumatic experience could make some people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies-"

Calypso listened closely from the backseat. Traumatic experiences making people have psychic powers of some sort? Maybe that's why she had the weird dream-like visions about the Winchesters before she even met them. Either that or she was just a freak like everyone told her.

"But whatever's out there, what if Lucas tapped into it somehow?" Dean interrupted. Sam made an unhappy noise, making it clear that he didn't think the kid was a lead. "It's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns so if you have any other ideas, please."

Sam raised his hands up in defeat.

"Alright," he said. "We've got another house to find."

"But the only problem is there are more than a thousand yellow two stories in this county alone," Dean pointed out.

"Look at the white church, moron," Calypso pointed out.

"Yeah, I bet there are less than a thousand of those around here," Sam said, continuing her suggestion.

"Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart!" Dean teased.

Calypso smiled a small smile and Sam gave a quiet laugh.

And they drove off to find the house.

When they checked the house in the picture, they found an old woman living there. They asked about a boy with a baseball cap and a red bicycle and the woman told them that he used to live in the house, then didn't come home one day after school. She said that the pain of losing her only child, Peter, was, "worse than dying."

That stuck in Calypso's head. Bill Carlton said the exact same thing when she, Sam, and Dean went to pay him a visit after Will had drowned in the sink. And everything came together when Sam pointed out the green army men laying around and Dean found a picture of Peter and Bill Carlton. They were sure that Peter's ghost was haunting the lake, probably because Bill killed him. Everyone close to Bill died in that lake, didn't they?

So, naturally, they went to pay Bill Carlton another visit.

They pulled up next to the house and Calypso was the first to step out of the car. She heard an odd sort of buzzing coming from near the lake as Sam yelled for Bill to come out and see them. What was that buzzing? A motor maybe?

Then it clicked.

"Damn it!" Calypso yelled, running towards the lake, where she saw Bill Carlton driving his boat out into the middle of the lake. She heard Sam and Dean following her, but she knew they couldn't catch up to her. She was small and skinny. They were much taller and more sturdily built than she was, an advantage in combat, but not so much in speed.

She got to the dock quickly, but Bill was already pretty far out in the lake.

"Mr. Carlton!" she yelled, trying to get his attention. Sam and Dean joined her after a few seconds and joined in her call. "MR. CARLTON!"

The man turned around to look at her and she frantically waved her arms, motioning for him to come back in, but he turned back around and continued out into the lake.

Calypso could feel it a moment before it happened. There was a sudden feeling of anger all around her, a sudden chill that made her sense its presence.

She could have sworn she heard a raspy voice whisper, "Come play with me."

Then Bill Carlton's boat flew upward, as if it was rammed into from underneath, and the man went flying into the air, then down into the lake.

He didn't resurface.

They found themselves in the police department again, not twenty minutes after the incident. The sheriff led them in, and Calypso saw Andrea and a nervous looking Lucas sitting in a waiting area.

"Sam, Dean, Calypso, what are you doing here?" she asked, straightening up from the position she was in while tending her child.

"So now you're on a first name basis?" the sheriff asked, not sounding too happy. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought you dinner," she explained.

"I'm sorry sweetheart," he said, shrugging off his jacket. "I don't really have the time."

Andrea didn't respond for a moment, looking at Sam, Dean, and Calypso in turn.

"I heard about Bill Carlton," she said softly. "Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?"

"Right now we don't know what the truth is," the sheriff answered. Calypso looked down at Lucas, who was rocking back and forth in his chair. Why was he acting like that? "I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home."

Lucas suddenly looked up, his eyes wide and terrified. Then he leapt up from his seat and began to tug crazily on Calypso's arm, making odd whimpering noises.

"Lucas?" Calypso asked, gravely. "Lucas, what's wrong?" Lucas continued to tug, but instead of whimpering, the boy was crying. "Lucas, it's okay," she said as Andrea tried to tug the boy away from her. "Lucas, I promise it's going to be okay." Andrea succeeded in getting Lucas away from Calypso. "I promise."

Andrea led the boy out the door, but he never broke eye contact with Calypso until he was gone. What would make him act like that?

She felt a light tap on her shoulder and she jumped, turning around. Dean motioned towards the sheriff's office with his head, and she realized that Sam and the sheriff had gone in.

"Okay, just so I'm clear, you see... Something, attack Bill's boat, sending Bill, who is a very strong swimmer, by the way, into the drink, and you never see him again." Sheriff Devins said, not believing a word they had just said.

"Yes, that sums it up, I think," Calypso said.

"And you expect me to believe this, even though I've already sonar swept the entire lake, and what you're describing is impossible, and you're not really wildlife service." Calypso turned to Dean, shocked. Judging by the look on his face, he felt the same. "That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you three."

"You see, and we can explain that-" Dean began, trying to make up some excuse.

"Enough," Sheriff Devins interrupted. "Please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him driving out that boat just before you did." He looked between them. "So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you material witnesses for Bill Carlton's disappearance," Calypso's heart seemed to jump into her throat. "Or we chalk this all up to a bad day. You get into your car, you put this town in your rear view mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again!"

Anger clouded Calypso's judgment.

"And what, leave other people to die?" she yelled, jumping up. "We know there is something in that lake! And maybe if you cared enough to look right in front of you, you'd know it, too!"

The man's eyes seemed to darken.

"How dare you-" he began, leaning threateningly over the table while Calypso stared rebelliously at him. She didn't usually yell, but she could feel that Peter's ghost wasn't done. She didn't know why, since Bill Carlton was dead, but she could just feel it. How that was possible, she had no clue.

"Door number two sounds good," Sam interrupted, standing in front of her, keeping her from saying anything else.

"That's the one I'd pick," Sheriff Devins said. "Now get out! And contain that little girl!"

"I am not-" Calypso began angrily, before Dean grabbed her by the back of her jacket and pushed her out the door.

"Thank you, sir," Sam said, the last one to leave. The sheriff didn't say anything, just stared after him and watched the door close.

"This is SO unfair!" Calypso complained from the back of the impala for the fifteenth time. "Other people are going to die, I can feel it, and we're just leaving them?"

They ignored her, like they did after the first time. Calypso huffed and leaned back so she was firmly pressed against the cushioned seat.

They drove up to a point where the road went two ways.

"Green," Sam said.

"What?" Dean asked, jerked out of his thoughts.

"The light's green," Sam said.

Dean drove the car forward slightly, then to the right.

"Uh, interstate's the other way," Sam pointed out.

"I know," Dean replied.

And Calypso smiled.

"But Dean, this job, I think it's over," Sam protested later.

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

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

"It's not," Calypso said from the backseat. "I don't know how to explain it, but I know it's still there. Not to mention the way Lucas acted. Peter isn't gone!"

Dean looked at Sam pointedly.

"See?" he said. "What if we leave this town and Peter's not done. We could have missed something. More people could get hurt."

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

"Because Lucas acted really scared," Dean replied. "And, call me crazy, but I trust Callie's gut feeling."

"Thank you!" Calypso said, glad someone was finally listening.

"I'm not leaving this town until I know the kid is safe." Dean told Sam.

"Who are you?" Sam asked jokingly. "And what have you done with my brother?"

Dean looked over at Sam.

"Shut up."

They got to Andrea's house as fast as possible and Calypso knocked on the door.

Lucas opened the door not even a second later, terrified and hyperventilating. His scared eyes stared into hers as he cried, and she stepped into the house.

"Lucas?" Calypso asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Lucas-"

He ran off and she didn't waste a second in following him.

And she felt it. She felt the anger, the cold pressing in on her from all sides, and the terrifying words repeated over and over again.

"Come play with me," it hissed.

Then she noticed the murky water spilling out from underneath the bathroom door and down the stairs. Lucas ran up to the door and pounded on it, not giving up on saving his mother. She lunged forward and pulled Lucas back as Dean kicked the door open and he and Sam went inside.

"Sh... Sh..." she said gently, making sure Lucas couldn't see Sam and Dean struggling to pull Andrea out of the bathtub. "It's going to be okay. I promise it's going to be okay. I've got you."

Lucas wrapped his small arms around her and buried his face into her chest, shaking and whimpering.

Calypso watched nervously as Sam and Dean continued to try to free Andrea from the ghost's grasp. With one final tug from Sam, the woman was pulled from the spirit's clutches and fell onto the floor, terrified, but alive.

"It's okay," Calypso told Lucas quietly, looking down at the boy's tearstained face. "I promised it would be okay, didn't I?"

By the next morning, Sam and Dean were finished explaining everything to Andrea. Calypso kept Lucas busy by coloring with him, but he was so scared about what happened that he spent most of the time being comforted by her.

Then Dean made a discovery that finally put the situation together. The sheriff was also involved with Peter's death. Dean found a photo of him, at the age of twelve, standing next to Peter, and everything seemed to make much more sense than before.

Calypso looked up from the table and saw Lucas staring out the window, not where she had left him.

"Lucas?" she asked. "What is it?"

He didn't respond, just walked out the door into the yard. Calypso quickly got up and followed him, the others right behind her. They followed him up a small hill, until he stopped and stood on a very green patch of ground. She shared a glance with Dean, both figuring out what this probably meant. Peter's body was most likely buried right under Lucas's feet.

"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Dean told Andrea. "Callie will stay with you and protect you, if needed."

"But Dean-" Calypso protested.

"I don't care how much you've already seen and done, Callie," Dean told her. "You aren't ready for this. Now get back to the house."

She knew she was never going to win this battle, so she gave up and led Andrea and Lucas back to the house without a fight, her mouth set in a firm line.

Once she was inside, she watched from the window as Sam and Dean dug up the area. They shoved their shovels firmly into the ground and pulled up sharply too many times to count, but then they seemed to hit something. Calypso and Andrea watched, holding their breath as the pair continued with their hands, seeming like they were trying to pull something out of the ground that was pretty stuck in there. Finally, whatever it was broke free. Calypso gasped. The Winchesters were holding up an old rusty red bike, just like the one in Lucas's drawings.

"Oh my god," she heard Andrea whisper next to her.

Then Calypso saw movement and watched as the sheriff appeared out of the bushes and pointed a gun at the pair.

She and Andrea froze.

"Andrea, you have to go out there and confront your dad," Calypso said, thinking quickly. She turned to Andrea. "And make sure he doesn't shoot Sam and Dean."

"Just me?" she asked nervously, looking at Calypso, wanting her support. They both looked back out the window, to make sure Sam and Dean were still okay.

"I'm sorry, but yeah, just you," Calypso explained. "The last time I saw him, I kinda yelled at him. He was pretty angry after that." She turned to Andrea who stared back nervously. "If I go out there, it's even more likely that he will pull the trigger, but he won't if you do. You're his daughter, after all."

Andrea took a moment before she nodded and walked out the door. Calypso watched from the window as the woman ran up the hill and spoke to her father, seeming desperate. But the man didn't put his gun down.

Then Calypso realized Lucas wasn't by her side anymore.

"Damn it," she whispered. "Lucas!" she yelled. There was no response. She ran to the bathroom, but he wasn't there. She checked every other room in the house in a frenzy, but there was no trace of him.

Then she stopped. The hair on the back of her neck went up, and she could feel the anger and desperation of Peter Sweeney.

"Come play with me."

"No," she whispered, horrified. Calypso ran towards, then out, the other door, closest to the lake. She scrambled up the steeper hill, tripping over rocks and twigs, then saw Lucas bent over on the dock. She ran even faster, trying to get there in time. "Lucas, no!" she screamed, just a few feet in front of him. He turned to her, and she felt the peak of the ghost's anger. She lunged forward, grabbing onto Lucas's free arm just as the ghost grabbed onto the other one, closer to the water, and pulled them both forward.

Her other arm waved around frantically, trying to find something to hold onto before she and Lucas were dragged down, and by some miracle, her fingernails dug into the wooden dock. Shards of wood punctured her hand, but she didn't care. She needed to keep Lucas above the surface.

"Sam! Dean!" she screamed, panicking. She wasn't going to let Lucas drown.

"We're coming, Callie, hold on!" she heard Dean yell back.

Even as he said that, she knew he was never going to make it in time. Her fingernails were rapidly sliding down the dock, getting closer and closer to the edge. She desperately tried to get a better grip, but nothing was working.

"Hold your breath!" she ordered Lucas. Then, with one last scream, her fingernails slipped and she plunged into the murky black water.

Calypso's first thought was to wrap herself around Lucas. The ghost didn't want her, and if she let go of Lucas, she would lose him. So she wrapped both of her arms tightly around the little boy. She could feel him shaking and struggling, but there was nothing she could say now. She squinted through the blackness and tried to make out a shape, any shape, but couldn't see anything. She attempted to swim upward, but then a slimy hand wrapped around her ankle, dragging her down. She tried to scream, but there were only bubbles. Her legs kicked out, trying to release themselves from the monster that was taking her into the darkness. She looked up while struggling and saw two dark shapes dive into the water. Sam and Dean? It didn't matter. They wouldn't be able to see her or Lucas through the black water. They couldn't help her.

Her ankle was suddenly released, but at the exact same moment she felt a sharp tug on her hair. Her eyes widened and she tried to swing around and hit him, but punches underwater don't work very well. You can only flail around and hope for the best. Then she saw the face of the ghost, just barely. Green, decaying, and gross, but with a sick smile on its face. She held Lucas even closer, but by this point, he had stopped moving.

"Come play with me," the corpse hissed. Calypso would have screamed if she had any air left. Black spots were beginning to take over her sight. This was it. This was the end.

Then she heard the most peculiar thing.

"Peter, if you can hear me, please, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! Lucas is-he's just a little boy!" Calypso froze. That voice was Jake Devin's. Peter knew it, too. His corpse seemed to smile even wider, then it disappeared. But she could still hear Jake's voice. "Please, take me! Just let it be over!" Then the voice was gone. And so was Peter.

Calypso knew she didn't have enough air left to bring Lucas back to the surface. She didn't even have enough air to get herself back to the surface. But she knew what she did have enough air for.

She didn't waste any time. Calypso shoved Lucas upward towards the surface, and sending herself down towards the bottom. Hopefully Sam or Dean would find him. But she couldn't see who. Her eyes closed against her will. If she forgot about the burning sensation in her lungs, it would feel almost peaceful. The coolness of the water around her was comforting, the feeling of it against her skin was soft like silk. It wasn't a bad way to spend her last breaths. She felt the arms of unconsciousness wrap around her, and pull her down. She was too weak to struggle.

Then she broke the surface.

Her eyes opened slowly as she felt herself being dragged forward, her sight blurry. She felt herself get put down on solid ground and blinked a few times to clear her eyes. She saw Dean sitting next to her, breathing heavily. He must have pulled her out of the water. Then there was Sam, Andrea, and Lucas, all clustered around her. Lucas seemed in shock, but didn't look hurt.

"Are you okay?" Calypso asked him in a raspy voice. It was the only question on her mind. He nodded his head up and down, then ran towards her and wrapped his arms around her neck. Calypso put her arms around the little boy, too. "It's okay," she whispered. "Everything's okay now. Everything's okay."

The next day, the Winchesters and Calypso prepared to leave. Everything was packed up and in the car and they were ready to leave, but they were interrupted.

"Sam, Dean, Callie!" Andrea called. Calypso spun around with a smile.

"Hey!" Dean called back, walking forward with Sam and Calypso.

"We're glad we caught you." Andrea said. "We just... We made you lunch for the road." She smiled. "Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."

Calypso smiled down at the little boy.

"Can I give it to them now?" he asked. Calypso almost cried with happiness. Lucas was talking again, now that the spirit was gone.

"Of course, sweetie," Andrea said.

"Come on, let's put them in the car," Calypso told Lucas. She led him over to the impala while he smiled happily. "They look delicious!" she commented.

"Callie?" Lucas asked seriously. She looked back at him after loading the food into the car.

"Yeah?" she replied.

"Please don't hurt yourself anymore," he pleaded. "I don't like it. You shouldn't do it. Please stop."

Calypso smiled sadly.

"You know what?" she told him. "I think I might stop. Or I'll do my best to. Is that all right?" she asked.

He nodded, then lunged forward to give Calypso a hug, which she returned with just as much enthusiasm, if not more.

"Watch out for your mom, okay?" she said as everyone else wandered over.

"Okay, Callie," Lucas replied.

As Calypso made her way to her seat on the left side in the back, she saw Andrea giving Dean a kiss. She smiled at how speechless he was afterwards, before he ordered Sam to get in the car before they ran out of daylight.

"Bye Andrea!" Calypso called, before climbing into the car. "Bye Lucas!"

Then the door shut and they were off.

"You know, I've thought a lot about what you two said," Calypso told Sam and Dean ten minutes later. "About me not being able to run from what happened to my mom forever, and I think you're right. But I can't tell you about it now." She looked out the window. "What happened is more personal than it seems. I'll tell you when I'm ready, but I'm not yet." She paused. "I'm sorry."

Sam and Dean looked at each other and shrugged. They couldn't make her tell them. Waiting won't kill them.

But it nearly does.