A/N: Hey guys! So continuing with the story: this is the third, and last, part of Dead In The Water.

I own nothing but Beth.

Sam Winchester sighed, looking at his little sister, who was sitting across from him, fiddling with her bracelet. He couldn't stand to see one sibling being angry at the other. It really sucked knowing that during a fight whatever he did, whoever he sided with, someone would end up being hurt.
Why couldn't they just get along?
Why did Dean have to take it upon himself to make sure everything was alright in the family, though it never was, constantly making him stressed?
Why did Beth have to be so insecure about everything she did, making her seem completely broken every time she messed up?

Sam completely understood Dean's point: He was stressed about everything. And who could blame him? Their father was who-the-hell-knows-where, their younger sister had recently been missing for 2 weeks and was acting like nothing happened, and though Sam wouldn't admit it Jessica's death was affecting Sam badly. He didn't need to also worry about them dying...
But he also understood Beth's point: Both Dean and their father could get pretty angry when you mess up the information on a case. Sam did that before, and John's reaction wasn't very pleasant...Messing up the information as important as this could result in someone else, or one of them, being severely injured, or even dying, or the thing that they're hunting getting away. The guilt of knowing you screwed up and got your brother killed could probably kill any one of the siblings.

Sighing, Sam turned to his sister, who was now typing away at the laptop.

"So, what'd you get on it?" He asked. Beth popped up from the computer, giving Sam a confused look.

"What do you mean?"

"Will Carton's death. What'd you get on it?"

"Oh, yeah...It says he drowned in the sink, early this morning."

"The sink? Is that even possible?" Sam asked.

"We're the Winchesters, Sam. Anything and everything is possible"

"Right. Anyway, we can definitely rule out Nessie, and any type of 'creature' We're dealing with something else..."

"But what?"

"Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water that comes from the same source."

Sam thought for a minute before speaking again. "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."

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere."

Beth stood up and walked over to the window of the dirty motel and moved the ugly beige-coloured curtains out of the way, checking to see if the Impala was still in the parking lot. Whatever this thing was, she did not want it to come near her family, especially if they don't know what it is.
Sadly, the only vehicle in the parking lot was a white 1999 Toyota Corolla (Dean had taught her a lot about cars). She could imagine Dean scowling at the car, muttering something about it's tires not having enough air, or it's right tail light being burnt out, since they were both problems that may be oblivious to some people, but to Dean they stuck out a Fruit-loop in a bowl of Cheerios.

"This thing's coming back for more, and soon"

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

"Yeah. It not only took his kids, but..."

"But what?"

"I've been doing some research. You know Lucas? Yeah, his dad, Chris- Bill Carlton's godson."

"I think we'll be paying Bill a little visit tomorrow" said Sam. "But first, I'm going to bed"

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"Mr Carlton?" Beth called. The older man looked up, to meet eyes with the Winchesters.

"We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind." Sam said.

"We're from the-" Dean started, but was soon cut off.

"I don't care where you're from, I ain't answering no more questions"

"Your son said he saw something in that lake." Sam started, completely ignoring Bill.

"What about you? You ever see anything out there? Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death—we think there might be a connection to you or your family."

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

Sam, this time, listened, and headed back to the car, Beth and Dean trailing behind him.

"So, what do you think?" Sam asked, not turning to see his siblings.

"Well, I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something."

"So now what?" Beth asked, leaning against the Impala once she reached it. But neither Sam nor Dean answered her, just stared at the house.

"Guys?" She asked, but all she got in response was a "Huh..." from Dean.

"What is it?"

"Pull out that picture Lucas gave to you" Sam said. Dean handed it to him.

"Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something." Dean said, as Sam pushed the picture to Beth. It was of the Carlton house.

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"I'm going crazy"

Andrea Barr sat on the couch, her face in her hands, Sam and Beth on opposite sides of her, as Dean scanned the titles of books on the bookshelf across from the couch.

"No you're not. Just tell me everything that happened. Everything." Beth said. She sighed and rubbed her face, before replying.

"...I heard...well, I thought I heard...there was this voice."

"What did it say?" Sam questioned.

"It said...it said 'come play with me'" Andrea let out a small sobbing noise before burying her face in her hands again, a muffled "What's happening?" coming out.

"Hey, do you know any of these kids?" Dean asked, throwing down an open, small brown booklet onto the coffee table. On the open page was an old photo of 3 boys.

"What? Uh...No, I don't think so. I mean, except for my dad there" she pointed to the boy on the right, with his arm slung around another boy. Beth recognized him as Peter, the boy who they learning about at Mrs. Sweeney's house earlier.

"Actually, the one on the left, I think he might be my dad's friend, Bill Carlton." Dean looked to Sam and Beth as she spoke.

"Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff." Dean said

"Bill and the sheriff - they were both involved with Peter." Beth said.

"What? What about Chris? And my dad?-" Andrea cut herself off, staring at Lucas.

"Lucas, honey?" The little boy was staring out the window, into the backyard. He then pushed the door open and ran to the backyard.

"Lucas!" Andrea called and ran after him, the others following closely behind. Lucas stopped in the middle of the yard, just staring at the ground.

"You two go inside and stay there, okay?" Dean instructed, as Beth ran out to the Impala and came back with 3 shovels in hand. As the two went inside, Sam, Dean and Beth started digging, until about 10 minutes later when Sam felt his shovel hit something.

"Wait, I hit something!" Sam exclaimed, and went down to pull it from the dirt. Out came a red bicycle - Peter's red bicycle.

"Whoa, well, someone didn't like their bike." Beth said with a laugh.

"It's the bike from the other picture Lucas made." Dean corrected rather irritably. Using his hand to brush the dirt off the bike, Dean seemed...off. Like his mind just wasn't fully in the hunt; Like his thoughts were focused on something else. That is, until he heard the clicking of a gun from behind them. Dean whipped around to see Jake, the sheriff, behind them with his gun raised. Sam and Beth followed suit, as the sheriff glared at them.

"Easy there, Jake" Sam said. "Just put the gun down"

"How did you know that was there?!" He snapped.

"Just put the gun down, alright? No one needs to get hurt..." Beth spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully. Dean and her had done 2 or 3 cases in which they needed to calmly talk down someone with a gun and you had to watch your choice of words, as one little wrong word could set them off.

"You and Bill killed Peter, didn't you?" Sam asked. Dean sent him a warning look. 'Sam, shut up right now'Dean thought. But Sam continued.

"You two drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried. Not even this stupid bike" Sam pressed on.

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"You and Bill Carlton killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell we're talking about." Dean responded, as Andrea came towards.

"And now you have one seriously pissed off spirit"

"Dad!" Andrea yelled.

"I told you to stay inside with Lucas!" Dean said to her.

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them. And it's gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter's mom felt. And then, after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does." Beth said, completely ignoring Andrea's presence.

"What's going on?" Andrea asked, only to be ignored again.

"Oh yeah? And how do you know that?" Jake said.

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton. Took his kids, everyone he loves, and killed them" Beth explained.

"You people are the most insane-"

"I don't really give a rat's 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. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake." Dean snapped, cutting off Jake.

"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea asked, finally being noticed.

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

"Dad, something just tried to drown me. Chris died on a lake. And, I mean, you saw what happened to Bill and his kids! They all drowned!" Andrea shouted.

"Just tell me you didn't kill anyone and I'll believe you" she pleaded. Jake said nothing and diverted his eyes from hers.

"Oh my God" she whispered.

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

"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 logical."

"Yeah, well welcome to our life, where barely anything is logical" Beth said, irritated. She wanted this guy to stop denying it before someone freaking dies again.

"All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now." Dean said, also a bit irritated. He was trying to focus on the case, and he did not need to deal with a moody little sister right now. 'I love this kid and all, but holy shit she's annoying' he thought.

"Well where can we-" Jake was cut off by a gasp coming from Andrea. Turning their heads in the same direction, they saw Lucas going towards the lake.

"LUCAS!" Jake yelled as the five people took off in a sprint towards the lake. Dean and Sam were never exactly the fastest runners, no matter how much their father trained them for running, unlike their sister. Beth had always been the fastest. Though she never stayed at one school for very long, 1 month at the most, she had always joined the Track team. 3 or 4 times Beth had came late enough into the practices (though she still got to join because of her 'remarkable' speed) that she even gotten to participate in the actual meet, and brought home medals, in which her father thought they "had no use, so there's no use keeping them" But she kept them. Not all of them, just most of the first place medals she had won, which was only 4. The rest she had left behind at motels and such. Anyways, back to the hunt.
Lucas kneels down on the dock and reaches towards the water to grab a small toy soldier, when suddenly a hand pops out of the cold water. And not just your normal, everyday, human hand that we have. Oh no, this was a pale, sickly-white hand, that the Winchesters instantly knew was the hand of a ghost.
"Lucas!"
"Don't go in the water!"
"Lucas, stay where you are!"
The five adults yelled to Lucas, trying to stop him, when it was too late. The hand pulled him in just as they reached the dock. A pale head was visible as Lucas disappeared into the water. Jake instantly recognized it as Peter. They were right, his old friend was back for revenge.
"LUCAS!" Andrea called. Nothing. No water movement, nothing.
'We have to save him' Without thinking, Beth jumped straight into the water, ignoring the fact that her clothes would get soaked, and swam for Lucas.
Dean's head whipped to the water when he heard a splash, and worry flashed over his eyes as he noticed his little sister was missing.
"Beth?" Sam asked, after he too noticed she was gone. "Beth!"
"Bethany!" Dean shouted and jumped in after her. Not once had Sam heard Dean call their sister by her full name, Bethany, since she was nine years-old and she broke Dean's gun.
"You two stay here, away from the edge. We'll be back" Sam instructed quickly, before jumping in. After plunging into the ice-cold water, he took a few seconds before his vision cleared and he could clearing see Dean swimming a couple feet ahead. Sam turned in a circle to see if anyone was behind him, when he noticed Bethany swimming towards them with ease, and relief came over him as he saw she was also unharmed.

It was about a minute of swimming, coming up for air, and swimming again when a huge splash landed behind them. It was unclear who it was, until the ghost of Peter came up with an alive Lucas, and pulled down the other person, who turned out to be Jake. Beth's eyes widened as the sheriff was dragged down into the depths of lake. Dean pulled Lucas up to the surface with him, the other two following suit, knowing they could not save Jake.
"Lucas, sweetie, you're alright! Thank God, thank God!" Andrea cried as she held the young boy. Dean pulled himself onto the dock and sat, then helped Sam on who also sat down, then Beth. Once she was sitting next to her brothers, Dean pulled her into a side hug.

"I swear, you ever do that again and I will shoot you!" Dean said, releasing her. "There was a murdering ghost in there, and you just jump in like it's no big deal!" He exclaimed. Beth thought he was mad again, until he gave her his cheeky smile and a small shoulder-squeeze again. Though Dean hated those "chick-flick moments", he would always spare a side-hug for Beth. It had always been their 'thing' they did to make sure the other knew they cared. Plus, it didn't seem too "chick-flick"-like for Dean.
"You, Beth Winchester, will be the death of me. I just know it." And once again, it's as if the anger from before disappeared, and their brother-sister relationship was back to normal-well, as normal as it can get with the Winchesters.

A/N: So wooo. I updated. Sorry 'bout the wait. Writers block + Perfectionist + Major drama in my life= crappy updating.
I'm okay now...I think.
You guys have probably noticed that I do these notes all the time at the beginning and end of the chapter. So yeah, I hope you liked it!
I really like writing Sam's thoughts on everything, and I'm know I'm really going to like writing Dean's thoughts too, which will be soon.
What do you think? Should I keep switching back and forth between everyone every couple chapters, or no?
And yeah, this wasn't my
best chapter so far, but I felt bad about not updating, so the ending is kinda rushed. Plus, my mind's not completely here, ya know?
Oh, and I forgot to say: Beth might start to seem really annoying to you either now or later in the season. I figured she'd end up being one of those characters that you just can't stand (like for me that's Lisa, she just annoys the fudge outta me. Just my opinion) and like if she was actually in the show all the fans would probably hate her. But, she is going to become more 'mature' later on, and her "insecurity" and such will (hopefully) make sense later on.
Gosh, these notes are long...K, bye!
OH, and happy 2013!
Btw- I didn't want to make Dean less '
Dean-like' at the end (does that make sense?). But I just wanted a small, cute, rare moment cause I'm a sucker for fluff :)