Chapter Seven.

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Okay, so maybe the white, pointy thing looked a little bit like this church. Not that I would have known right away like Sam did. I don't care what you say, that was hard to figure out. Across the street though, was that yellow house and that did look like the drawing. Jogging to keep up with their large strides, I made it up the stairs just as a lady was allowing them into the house. It was an old home, like many of the ones in this north woods town, and it was littered with mementos of someone. She looked old enough to be my grandma, but from the photos I saw, the only kid that had been in this house was either fully grown now or totally into seventies retro. "We're really sorry to bother you, ma'am, but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle."

"No sir. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now," she responded with a sigh and shaky voice. I knew that kid was a Brady fan. I was looking around at the photos on the table closest to me. Man, Peter was a small kid. "The police never… I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." I spun when a thump attacked my upper arm. Sam was eyeing a distant table covered in toy soldiers. Huh… Is that why Lucas had them always sitting there, because Peter was so into them? "Losing him… you know, it's… it's worse than dying."

"Did he disappear from here?" I posed, not meeting her eyes but continuing to step around the room and glancing at pictures of Peter, looking for something that could help outside of the tiny army men.

Dean finished for me when there was a silence from the woman. "She means, from the house…"

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." Well, maybe he was kidnapped? Dean was suddenly beside me, staring at the pictures pinned on the mirror in front of us.

Mrs. Sweeny, the old woman, was talking to our turned backs. I pulled the wrinkled drawing from the pocket I'd stuffed it into when we were leaving Andrea's, and straightened it out as best I could. Dean plucked an old yellowed photo from the mirror and showed it to me with a face that said just read "check it". Holding the drawing next to the photo, we both saw that this Peter kid was definitely the one connecting to Lucas via freaky spiritual connection. Dean flipped the photo over and we both saw "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, 1970" written on the back. I stuck my tongue in my cheek and eyed Dean, seeing an upset, determined look in his eyes. Bill Carlton definitely needed to start talking, whether he wanted to or not.


"Okay, this little boy, Peter Sweeney, vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow," Sam ran through quickly as Dean sped down the street towards the Carlton residence and lake.

"Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?" Dean spoke just as fast.

Sam was getting louder. His hands started moving with his words, and I think spit was flying from his lips. "And Bill, the people he loves, they're all getting punished."

"So what if Bill did something to Peter?" Dean was flicking his head forward and to his right just as quickly as the words flew from his lips, his eyes wide and his mind visibly working towards some sort of answer.

"What if Bill killed him?" Sam's tone was so loud it could have been classified as a full shout. I jumped and Dean's face went into recognition. Did I not tell them this? I totally told them this.

"Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible." Holy word vomit. How did they talk so fast? I could hardly keep up with them, they'd shot the words back and forth, hardly seeming to realize I was in the car with them. My eyes seemed to be spinning from bouncing from one animated brother to the other. Whoa, I was dizzy.

I coughed, making sure to gain their attention. Sam's eyes were wide, it was like he was still high from the adrenaline rush or something. "I just really want to point out to you both… I totally said it was a spirit, and neither of you two clowns believed me!" I wasn't surprised neither of them answered me, but the force that caused me to fly into the back of the seat took me by surprise when Dean pushed his foot closer to the Impala's floor.


I crawled out of the car on a mission. Sam and Dean were somewhere behind me when I'd reached the front door and started pounding hard on it. "MR. CARLTON!" I yelled through the pounds. There was a large hand on my arm and Dean's annoyed face met mine. Before anyone could start an argument, an engine roared and we all moved off the porch. I walked around the corner of the house, my eyes searching every place I could. Where was Bill? The bench was empty.

"Hey, check it out," Dean pointed a finger towards the middle of the lake. There was a boat moving across the surface, a sullen, hunched over figure driving it. Bill.

Running down as fast as I could, I quickly made it down to the edge of the dock, way ahead of Dean or Sam. I was screaming out "Mr. Carlton" over and over, but it was too no avail. I thought for sure he was too far out. He would have turned around with how frantic I sounded, right? He couldn't know that by going out there he was inevitably going straight to his death… There was no way, was there? Was he going out there on purpose? No. I wouldn't believe it.

"Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!"

"Mr. Carlton!" Both Dean and Sam were finally behind me on the dock, screaming… In my ears… I'm deaf. I was panting, still out of breath, and my eyes were wide. Bill just turned around to look at us, and kept going. He did know, he was going out to the lake on purpose. No, no, no, no, NO, NO! God, ugh. No. I had to stop this, how could I stop this? I don't know why I did it, but I flung off my coat, kicked off my shoes, and pulled my hair into a pony tail as quickly as I could. The next thing I knew, my face was colliding with the cold water, and I was swinging my arms and pumping my legs, aiming for the stupid boat that was obviously too far ahead for me to reach.

My head surfaced and I took a breath of air, about to dive below the surface again when I froze. The water under the boat rose into the air like some sort of volcanic eruption, and the boat flipped in the air, splinters of wood and contents flying from the crash and into the air, landing in the surrounding water. Bill hit the glassy surface with such an impact that my own body responded with a cry of pain. The boat crashed to the water and was instantly consumed. Nothing remained in the water except me, and the only ripples I could see were my own. What the hell just happened? I just stayed there, treading water before I spun and stared at Sam and Dean, their faces just as shocked as mine. Was this over? I slowly began swimming back to the dock which was farther than I anticipated, and tried to ignore the very angry set of eyes staring at me just below a set of rather assured and stubborn ones. Dean and Sam kneeled down, helping me as I pulled myself onto the wooden platform, coughing out some water that I'd accidentally swallowed.

"What are you nuts?!" Dean screamed as I laid on my back, staring up at him. Wow, I was out of shape and exhausted.

"Dean," Sam cut in as he removed his jacket.

Dean turned on the spot, accidentally standing on my hair as I attempted to sit up. "Sammy, she just dove into the haunted lake. After a boat. That was suicide."

"No," I panted, grabbing his ankle and pushing it off of my hair. He stepped to the side and stared down at me. Well, glared down at me. Man was he pissed. "I wasn't trying to commit suicide, Dean. It was the only thing I could think of to do to stop Bill. I didn't see you doing anything."

Sam was helping me stand and wrapping both his jacket and my own around me. I didn't realize how cold it was outside and I was shivering. I picked up my shoes and looked at Dean. "Oh, and you were just gonna mermaid your way over there or something? You could have been killed, Becca. It was stupid of you to go jumping in there like that. What if Peter had taken you down too?"

"Peter doesn't want me dead, Dean! He was after Bill. I didn't do anything for Peter to come after me. I'm sorry I went in the water, okay? Yeah, it was stupid. You're right. Is that what you want to hear? I just couldn't stand there and watch him drive out to the middle of the lake like that. He knew what he was doing, didn't you see that? He was going out there on purpose; he knew Peter was going to take him, just like his children and Chris Barr. He wanted to die." I was filled with rage. My arms were flying as I talked and I was dripping water all over the place. My shoes moved around so much that I had almost hit Sam multiple times.

"Then you let him go out there," Dean's tone was low and his head was directly in front of mine. He was so close that I could see the wrinkles around his eyes vividly and the flecks in his eyes that were just around the pupil. "You don't go out there and chase down a boat that you were never going to get to in time. You don't go out there and kill yourself trying to get to him. You can't save everyone, Becca. Do you know that?"

My body was shaking from the cold and there were goose bumps on my arms, even though they were wrapped beneath two jackets. Dean was right. I couldn't have saved Bill no matter how hard I tried. And I knew he wasn't as angry that I did it, but that he was worried for my safety. I sighed and looked into his large almond eyes that were searching mine for some sort of answer. "I'm sorry. I just reacted. I haven't seen someone just drive off into death like that before, Dean. We're supposed to save people, not let them die. I'm really, really sorry." My voice was quiet as it made its way past my chattering lips. His eyes softened and I saw him stand up straight before he took his own jacket off. He wrapped it around the two that were shaking on my shoulders.

"Come on, before you get pneumonia or something," he draped an arm across my shoulders, bringing me to him and rubbing my arm, trying to create a warmth while Sam took the shoes from my hand and started walking ahead of us to start the car.


I followed Dean, Sam, and the sheriff into the police station. Dean said he would have stopped off at the motel for me to change, but I refused. We needed to tell someone about Bill. I wasn't as worried about me as I was about making sure that this case was over. Hearing the bell above the door clink as it shut, I was surprised to see Andrea and Lucas waiting for us.

"Sam, Dean… Becca," she eyed each of us individually. Why'd she say my name like that? I'd been nice to her, right? I know I looked a mess, my blue lips against my pale skin, and my dark hair finally stopping the flow of dark water it'd been leaking down my gray tee that now clung to me just as tightly as my blue jeans and cotton socks. I was still wearing the three jackets, so I'm sure I looked bulky, but her tone just didn't seem necessary. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"So now you're on a first-name basis," the sheriff skeptically stated as he eyed Dean with that protective father gaze. You have no idea, Jake, no idea. "What are you doing here?"

Andrea pointed to the bag and Tupperware container that was sitting on a chair near Lucas. "I brought you dinner." Man, I could totally eat right now… Like a double bacon cheeseburger, and I don't even like bacon.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time," Jake tried to tell her.

"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?" Holy hell, how did she hear about Bill? I was literally still wet with lake water, and she already knew? Man, talk about a gossiping small town. That was crazy. Did people just stare out of their windows and call each other all day or something? That was ridiculous.

Jake's face fell, but he quickly looked tired and defiant as he put a hand on Andrea's shoulder. "Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home."

There was a whine from the other side of the room, and I peaked around Andrea to see Lucas shaking. I wrinkled my brows just as he leaped up and clutched onto Dean's arm.

"Lucas, hey, what is it?" Dean was searching Lucas's face, and to be honest, I was just as worried as he was. The kid didn't make noise at all, and here he is whining and pulling on Dean's arm, even after he had his full attention. "Lucas." The kid was panicking. I was going to step forward and try to help Dean, when Andrea stepped in front of me.

"Lucas," she tried to be comforting, but it came out worried.

"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay," Dean was being so good with this kid, and I for sure thought that Lucas would have spoken to him, but Andrea just pulled him away from Dean. As she pushed him through the door, I caught Lucas's eyes, and he just dragged them over to Dean. Something was wrong.

I followed them towards the door. Sam caught my arm. "Not now. We need to figure this out, Becca."

He was right. I followed them into the office. Jake threw his jacket onto a chair before we walked through the door, and turned to face us with an angered expression. "Okay, just so I'm clear, you see… something attack Bill's boat, sending Bill – who is a very good swimmer, by the way – into the drink, and you never see him again?" You have no idea, Jake. I didn't look at my brothers, but I nodded my head.

"Yeah, I suppose that about sums it up," I seethed.

"And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible?"

I threw a heavily padded arm into the air and pointed a finger at the sheriff's face. "Look, Jake, I know what I saw in that water. It's not impossible. Okay? Obviously someone else saw it, too, because the news has already spread through town. I didn't dive into the water for nothing, all right? Something sucked Bill up like he was going through a straw. Now, you need to let us look at that lake," I was shaking, but not from cold now. I was angry. I didn't just risk my life for some guy to call me crazy. Dean pulled me back towards Sam and him. I didn't realize it, but I was now up against and leaning over the desk. Jake's face was scrunched up and I thought that if he could, he would have screamed at me right there.

"And what about the fact that you're not really with the Wildlife Service?" The only part of all those questions that didn't affect me was the Wildlife thing. I honestly didn't think we'd get away with it to begin with. Dean however stiffened where he stood next to me. "That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you, any of you."

Dean tried to throw his shit eating grin on his face and weasel our way out of the mess. But Jake's a guy, not a girl, and I'd practically just ripped his face off without out knowing it. I didn't see him buying into that charade of innocence at all. "See, now, we can explain that –"

"Enough. Please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get in your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again." Are you friggen serious? Oh. Hell. No.

"I'm not leaving without any answers so you can just go ahead and throw me in jail, you sick –" Sam clamped a hand over my mouth and clung me to him, pinning my thick arms to my side, as Dean just tried to fake innocence again.

"Door number two sounds good," I felt the vibrations through Sam's chest as he spoke. I was glaring so many daggers at Jake that it is amazing he didn't bleed through that smug uniform he was wearing.

He eyed me and tapped the handcuffs on his belt, sticking his tongue in his cheek before sucking on his teeth. "That's the one I'd pick."

I didn't even fight as Sam shoved me out of the station and towards the car. He was busy getting in my face as I stomped off to the Impala and threw myself inside, completely ignoring him as he ranted. Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited until Dean started the car and then I leaned forward, blaring the stereo to a deafening level, drowning out all incoming sounds from my twin. I slammed into the back of the seat and glared at the police station, watching as Jake came out to make sure we'd headed to the motel to collect our things.


It was later that night and we were headed towards the interstate. I was clean once more, and clad in clothes that only belonged to me, including jackets. I hadn't talked to Sam since the incident at the station, but when Sam had gone to check us out of the room, I blew up at Dean. He handled it well, but that didn't stop me from throwing a pillow past his head. I was now curled up in the back seat of the Impala, staring at the darkness. The car slowed as we neared the traffic light, none of us had said a single word since we'd gotten into the car, and to be honest, I didn't really even care at this point. I saw a green hue spread through the car but didn't feel the shift of the car moving from zero to anything.

"Green," Sam sighed, looking out of his own window.

"What?" Dean turned to face him.

I cut Sam off, still staring out at the sign beside me that read "I-43 North; Milwaukee" and pointed to our left. "The light's green."

I leaned into the door, and watched the sign disappear from view. What was he doing? "Uh, the interstate's the other way?" Sam informed us.

"I know," Dean barked, accelerating.

I was perked up now. We were driving back into town towards Andrea's house; and I was itching to go and get answers. "But Dean –" Sam started.

"Shut up, Sam," I growled from where I sat behind him.

Dean shot me a look. "What Sam?"

"I think this job is over…"

"I'm not so sure," he answered.

I smiled at him, receiving low eyes in return. This is why he'd turned the car around, right? He believed me? There was something going on, and we'd left too early. Sam; however, wouldn't quit. "If Bill murdered Peter Sweeny and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest."

I flipped out. Spinning in the seat, I faced the side of Sam's face. "All right, Sam. So what if we take off, huh? What if this thing isn't done! What if we missed something? What if more people get hurt?" I was fuming and I felt the small sting of salty tears against my rims and did my best to push them back. No, I was NOT about to cry. I wasn't that angry, I was pissed, though, that is a fact.

"Fine, Becca, but tell me, why would you think that?"

I opened my mouth, ready to bite back when Dean spoke. "Because Lucas was really scared," he remarked. Um, no, I was going to say "because Bill and Chris weren't related and just because you're a godparent doesn't make me think you have a strong enough connection". If Peter's spirit was going after people that Bill just knew and was close to, why wouldn't it have gone after his best friend or something like that? It was targeting important people in Bill's life and I guarantee there just had to be more to Chris Barr's end of the story.

"Is that what this is about?" Sam had refocused his attention on Dean who was still staring at the road.

"I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay," Dean dictated.

Sam and I were silent for a moment. Did Dean just really say that? I glanced at Sam who glanced at me, and we both glanced at the side of Dean's spiky head. "Who are you? And what have you done with our brother?" Sam inquired.

Dean turned and looked at us both before his face screwed up in partial embarrassment and pride. "Shut up."


Oh thank God, we were finally here. I flew from the car and up the steps of the house. I rang the door bell as Dean and Sam made their way behind me. "Are you sure about this? It's pretty late." It's not like the crap we hunt has some sort of time clock they use, you moron. When no one answered the bell, I pounded my fist repeatedly on the door. Just as I was about to reconnect my skin to the wood, the door flew open and Lucas barreled into Dean's legs.

"Lucas? Lucas!" Dean bolted into the house after Lucas who had turned and ran. Sam and I piled in after them, chasing them up the stairs and to the bathroom.

There was a puddle flowing from beneath the door and Lucas started pounding on it just as hard as I'd been doing on the front door less than thirty seconds ago. Dean pushed past us all, turning Lucas and pushing him towards Sam and me, before kicking down the door. Lucas quickly grabbed Dean, shaking and pulling at him, leaving Sam and me to run in and find Andrea completely submerged below water that looked like it had come pouring out of the lake itself. It was so dark, I couldn't even see her through it. I ran to one end and reached into the water, wrapping my hands around her upper arm and tugged as hard as I could. It was like she was cemented in there. Sam was right beside me, tugging just as hard, and I gasped when I felt her body shift and become lighter. She was almost out, just a little more. Suddenly, I was pulled forward extremely fast, slipping in the water and colliding with the porcelain tub. A pain spread throughout my head, but I couldn't focus on that right now. I brought myself to my knees, before forcing myself to stand up and tried to not sway on the spot. Andrea's face was in the water, but she was sitting up. I just had to get to her face… I moved forward and stood on the other side of Sam, wrapping my arms around her chest, locking my hands together, my arms under her armpits, and pulled. We struggled and I could hear Lucas's gasping and whining, fighting against Dean who continually tried to reassure him, and I hope block him from what was going down in here, when Andrea's body suddenly moved up and out of the tub, landing on Sam and me, coughing up lake water.

The sun was beginning to rise and I was sipping on oddly enough, water, as I was once again wrapped in Sam's jacket. Andrea sat across from me, looking beyond panicked. Sam was sitting next to her on the couch, and our eyes met. I bit my lip and looked at my knees before connecting with his eyes once more. He threw a small smile across his lips and I knew that our argument from earlier was over and that we'd both just forgiven each other. "Can you tell me?" he asked Andrea. We'd been trying to calm her down to get answers from her. She'd kept shaking her head every time we'd asked if she knew what happened, and it was only recently that she'd stopped avoiding it.

"No." Well that's not making any improvement here. "It doesn't make any sense." Okay, maybe I stand, or sit, corrected. I dropped my eyes when I heard cries start coming from her throat. This just got real uncomfortable, real quick. "I'm going crazy!" she threw her hands to her face and started rubbing them vigorously.

"No, you're not," I smiled kindly. "Just tell us what happened, please… Everything…"

She was silent. I swear that this was getting us nowhere. There had to be something else that would help us figure out why Andrea had been attacked. Maybe Dean was finding something in the bookshelf… "I heard… I thought I heard… there was this voice," she broke the silence.

Sam shifted and faced her with eagerness. "What did it say?"

"It said… it said "come play with me"," she seemed disgusted, and if it had been in a ghost baby voice, I do not blame her. Peter was starting to make me think he was some sadistic, trapped kid. Come play with me? Who does that? He wasn't playing with anyone, he was killing them! What kind of game involves murder? Well, besides Clue… I swallowed some more water as Andrea began to sob once more, making me suddenly uncomfortable. "What's happening?" she begged.

Dean appeared in front of us with a book. He slapped it to the table sitting in front of Andrea, and opened to a photo that was labeled "Explorer Troop 37" underneath. I didn't have to move to see it was filled with a group of young boys. "Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?"

"What? Um, um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures," she pointed to the front row. When she moved her finger to a photo on the next page, tapping it, "Yeah, I'd say he was probably twelve." I had to stand for this one. No way. There was Jake standing next to Peter. I knew there was some other connection!

Dean looked at Sam, both suddenly coming to the same conclusion that I did. "Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff."

"Bill and the sheriff… They were both involved with Peter."

Andrea's voice made me jump, I'd honestly forgotten she was even in the room. "What about Chris? My dad… what are you talking about?"

No one answered her. How do you just tell someone "well, we found out that your dad may know something about the disappearance of a kid named Peter, who died, and is now taking revenge on loved ones by drowning them via the lake" without freaking them out and having them automatically assume you're some lying ass? You don't. And the last time I'd tried to be honest about something, the chick didn't look pleased, no she looked like she wanted to throw up and then slap me.

"Lucas, what is it?" I snapped my head around to see what Dean was referring to, and I saw Lucas open and walk through the door. I set my glass down as I passed the table and followed Dean.

"Lucas, honey?" Andrea called from beside me.

Lucas stopped walking and just stared at the ground before turning around and looking at me. I stepped over to where he was and looked at what he was staring at… a pile of dirt… I was going to need a shovel. Screw shovels, I don't have the patience right now. Throwing myself to my knees beside Lucas's feet, I started clawing my way through the soft ground as far as I could, feeling my nails break and start to bleed.

"Becca, move," Dean's voice was rough and the blade of a shovel pierced the earth just to the left of my hands. I stood up and tapped my foot impatiently as Sam and Dean continued to dig, making more headway than I'd done when I heard a metal on metal scratch. They pulled the shovels out of the ground and I was instantly back down there, quickly shoving the looser dirt out of my way, revealing something bright red. Dean reached down in front of me and tugged, pulling out a large red bike.

"Peter's bike!" I gasped.

"Who are you?" I spun quickly, finding Jake standing there staring at us with a facial expression that I didn't really understand. What I did understand was that we'd just been busted, and he was super angry. I'm sure you're wondering how I knew Jake was pissed. Well, I am only guessing he was pretty ticked off because I was looking into the tiny end of his pistol, which was aimed directly for the spot between my eyes. Why my eyes? Well, probably because I'd snapped all over him in his office… Then again…

Sam stepped forward and slightly blocked me with his body. If this asshole takes a bullet for me, I'll kill him. "Put the gun down, Jake," Sam's voice was cool and calm, even though I could see the slight tremble in his upraised hand. There was a metallic clang as the shovels fell to the ground and I just stood there, my hands slightly raised in front of me, covered in black soil and holding a piercing pain beneath the nails.

"How did you know that was there?" Jake shifted in his spot so that he could see me around Sam. I stepped to the side, allowing myself to be fully exposed.

"What happened? You and Bill –" I had a bitter tone. I was still pent up against him from the office incident, but I didn't press it when Dean had cut me off.

"You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried." One, that was deep. Two, if Dean gets shot, or Sam gets shot because I have a bad temper, I will attack Jake so quickly, he won't know what hit him. Then I will beat the crap out of both of them for doing that. They are not allowed to take a bullet for me. They have to stay alive, at all costs.

Jake shifted in his spot and tilted his head, his eyes still not leaving me. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about," he announced. Like hell you don't.

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeny thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell he's talking about," I bit. I could only see red as that barrel continued to point to my head. "And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit," I definitely had more a cocky attitude in my voice than I should have, but I couldn't stop myself. Andrea had come running from the house, yelling for her dad, and surprisingly, he ignored her.

Sam stepped in front of me again. I saw the barrel shift over to Sam's chest and I wanted to do something to draw the attention back to me when Sam started speaking. "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."

Jake hadn't noticed, but I'd successfully gained a step forward, I was now directly beside Sam and a foot in front of Dean, who I was sure did notice. "Yeah, and how do you know that?" Jake pushed, his gun not moving from Sam's chest.

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton," my voice carried with a distinguishing finality. You can't argue the truth. Dean was right, that shit's gonna come out sooner or later.

"Listen to yourselves, all of you. You're insane," Jake barked.

"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 was pissed, and I could tell just from his voice.

Before Jake got enough spit in his mouth to throw at us, Andrea stepped up to him, "Dad, is any of this true?"

"No," he lied. "Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous." We're liars and dangerous? I don't know if I've ever seen a more exact definition of the phrase "takes one to know one". This guy still had a gun pointed to my brother's chest, he was red in the face, and he was glaring at us from where he stood. We on the other hand hadn't even pulled out a weapon besides a shovel while being here. Oh, yeah, we're gonna bury you alive. Be terrified.

Andrea was a little more forceful now, and she eyed us before stepping closer to her oh-so-innocent father. "Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me." I sighed a huge breath when his head turned away from us. Sam pushed me back a few steps. "Tell me you… you didn't kill anyone." Jake couldn't even look her in the eye. "Oh my God," Andrea's voice was low, but I knew what she said when her eyes widened and her hands flew to her face.

"Billy and I were at the lake. 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." You didn't mean to? You didn't mean to! What kind of… I was so angry I honestly couldn't even think straight and completely shifted my stance. I couldn't stand still; I couldn't breathe without it coming out heavy through my nostrils which were flaring like a bull in the matador ring. "Oh, Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drowning, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational." I wanted to scream that it was completely rational, but the gun had only just lowered slightly and I wasn't going to scare the crazy man when he could easily release a bullet into Sam.

"All right," Dean's tone was calm and filled with so much authority that I snapped to attention, instantly ready to follow, "listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now."

Andrea began looking around and gasped. Spinning, we all saw Lucas walking down the pier I'd dived off of earlier. I heard someone shout out Lucas' name and was instantly running, hot on Sam and Dean's tails, ignoring every voice that was fighting the wind that was speeding past my ear. We reached the dock just after Jake, who was frozen. Lucas had disappeared into the dark water and Dean dove straight in, just like I had earlier, Sam pierced the water seconds later. I was searching the surface for either of them as Andrea screamed "Oh my God" beside me and started removing her jacket.

"Andrea, stay there!" Sam had emerged from the depths and was yelling.

"No, Lucas!" she fought, continuing to remove things that could get wrecked from the water.

I grabbed her arms when she'd taken a pre-dive position. "They'll get him! Just stay on the dock!" I yelled in her ear. I struggled to keep her from joining the rest of them in the water, and we both fell to our knees, my arms wrapped around her. Sam and Dean both appeared from the dark water, looking around.

"Sam?" Dean panted as he spit water out between his breaths. Both guys dove below the surface once more when Sam shook his head.

"Lucas, where are you?" Andrea was practically in tears, and I couldn't bring myself to look at her. Not now. I should be in that water with them, but I knew that if I went in, there was no way to get Andrea to stay on this wooden platform alone. She'd dive right in after me, and then she'd drown too.

I searched the water. It was so dark that you couldn't see anything deeper than probably five inches, and I was filling with panic. "Peter. Lucas… he's, he's just a little boy," I could hear Jake, but his voice was not next to me like it should have been. I spun my head and saw him walking into the water, holding up his hands as though he was trying to balance, tears dripping down his cheeks. "Please, it's not his fault, it's mine. Please take me." Andrea had found a new strength as she twisted and fought against my hold. And I was struggling. She was taller than me, and I was still exhausted from everything that'd happened and I hadn't slept off. I heard Dean yell for Jake to not enter the water when I heard a loud expulsion of breath near where Jake was standing. Peter's face was suddenly there, staring at Jake, and I could hardly hold Andrea back. "Just let it be over!"

I had to pin Andrea down practically when Jake was dragged into the murky water and she yelled "Daddy! Daddy! No!" I could feel her tears landing on my arms and I just tightened my grip, barely holding her back from falling over the edge. I heard splashes and saw feet in the air as Sam and Dean dove down once more. "No!" I was going to be completely deaf by the end of the day; that was for certain.

Sam appeared before Dean, shaking his head and out of breath. Andrea went limp in my arms and I couldn't breathe. No. We did not do this for nothing. Dean still hadn't emerged and my little bit of breathing was becoming ragged. I, along with Sam, was looking as far as I could into the water when finally there was a break and gasp for air as Dean popped up, an unmoving Lucas in his arms.


I was already packed and leaning against the back door of the car when Dean and Sam came out of the motel room. "Look, we're not gonna save everybody… Just like you told Becca," Sam sighed as he threw a bag into the back seat.

"I know," Dean's voice was low and his expression matched what I assume mine looked like the day I dove in after Bill. I smiled past him, to Andrea and Lucas who were walking up with a tray full of sandwiches.

"Sam, Dean… Becca." Still with the tone! I rolled my eyes and shifted my stance.

"Hey," Dean smiled.

"We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road," she told us as Lucas held them up for us to see. "Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."

He looked up to his mom and actually spoke. The kid talked! Can you believe it? I couldn't help but smile. "Can I give it to them now?"

"Of course," Andrea smiled down at him. She bent down and kissed the top of his head.

"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car," Dean told him and walked towards me. Stepping up and opening the front door, I went to the back and pulled out a small cooler that Dean always had stashed back there. Bringing it to them, I helped them load the sandwiches into it before stuffing it next to Sam's bag on the floor in the back. I grabbed one and stuffed it in my mouth while Dean sat Lucas down and had him repeating something. Coming back out into the fresh air, I bit into the sandwich that had just been sort of hanging there between my teeth, choking when I heard "Zeppelin rules!" come out of Lucas's mouth with excitement. "That's right. Up high," Dean commanded, receiving a hardcore high five and a full fledged grin. Aw, Dean really was good with kids! "You take care of your mom, okay?" Dean was a little more serious now, and nodded when Lucas obliged.

I saw Andrea walking up and literally gagged on my sandwich when she kissed Dean. Dear lord. I climbed into the back of the car, unable to handle any more. I closed my eyes and leaned my head on the back of the leather, a small smile spreading as I finished the sandwich. I have never loved or enjoyed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich so much in my entire life. All the sounds around me were starting to fade when I heard the crunch and squeaks of the doors as the guys climbed in and the engine purred to life, instantly vibrating the car and deepening my intense need for sleep. Sam and Dean's voice were low grumbles as Bad Company played in the speakers, and the last thing I remember hearing was Yeah, yeah, yeah, I never seem to slow down…