"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late, man." Sam questions hesitant about this whole thing. Showing up in the middle of the night.
"Yeah…" dean shrugs, about to knock on the door. Before he could even knock once the door swings open, revealing Lucas who was in a state. He was panting and scared.
"Lucas? Lucas!" Dean shouts as the three of us follow behind Lucas who ran up the stairs in the house. I run behind Dean. Lucas stopping at a door that had water spilling out from under it.
"Sam get the door open!" I shout, as Sam rams his shoulder into the door a few times before it gives way. Dean holding Lucas back. I see Hands gripping the edge of the overflowing tub. My eyes widen as I rush forward. Sam and I's hands diving under the water gripping onto the body of who I assume to be Andrea. I pull upwards with all my strength, Andrea not budging. "Come on!" I groan out as I yank upwards. This poor boy isn't losing his Mom too. Taking a breath I pull with all my might, determined to get her out. I sighed in relief when Sam and I pull her up and out of the dark mucky colored water. The three of us clattering to the tiled floor. I grab the towel laying on the floor a few feet from me covering Andrea. "Are you okay?" I worry.
She numbly nods, numbly; still trying to suck in air.
After Andrea calmed down Sam started to explain what was going on. Dean and I in the library looking for any useful information.
"What exactly are we looking for?" I ask Dean as I leafed through the library's books and albums.
"Anything with Peter Sweeney. It still doesn't make sense why it went after Andrea." Dean tells me pulling out a photo album.
"Alright…" I mutter back pulling out a promising looking book. I open it up flipping through the few pages. It looked mostly like pictures from a camp. One of the pictures catching my eye. "Hey Dean,cheek this out?" I ask pulling the picture from the book flipping it over. '12 years old.'. We rushed the book back into the kitchen setting it down in front of a still freaked Andrea.
"Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?" Dean questions, putting down the old photo album in front of her.
"What?" She mutters, confused. Glancing at the picture he was referring to. "Um, no," she shakes her head, "I mean, except that's my Dad right there. He must have been about 12 in these pictures."
"That's it! Chris Bar's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to Sheriff." I say, brows raised lips parted.
"Bill AND the Sheriff - They were both involved with Peter." Dean adds on..
"What about Chris?" Sam asks.
"My dad? What are you talking about?" Andrea asks shaking her head, the new information confusing her more. I glance over to the entry way when I notice Lucas stand in front of the door looking out into the woods.
"Lucas? Lucas, what is it?" Dean shouts to him as he walks out the front door. The four of us following after him seconds later, concerned.
"Lucas honey?" Andrea calls. Lucas stopped on a patch of earth just looked up at Dean then back down to the ground like he was trying to tell him something.
"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Sam tells the two.
Lucas stops on a patch of moss growing on the ground before Andrea pulls him back towards the house. I look to Sam and Dean with a shrug. "I guess we dig." I offer. The two of them went to get some shovels from the Impala. I stood in the spot Lucas led us to kind of like a marker until they got back. The two brothers starting to dig into the soft earth. Not having to dig far before a clank sounded. All our eyes connecting for a split second before the three of us grabbed a hold of the object pulling it up from the dirt. My eyes went wide realizing what the object was. Peter's bike
"Who are you?" I hear beside us. I look up quickly putting my hands up when I see Jake holding a gun aimed at us; traveling between his different targets. Dean side steps a little in front of me which doesn't go unnoticed by me. I placed a hand on his shoulder, essentially halting him.
"Put the gun down, Jake." Dean tells him.
"How did you know that was there?" He shouts waving the gun towards the bike then back up to us.
"What happened - You and Bill killed Peter," I ask as his threatening eyes traveled to me.
"You drowned him in the lake, and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried." Dean shouts as he glares back his own threatening stare.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Jake shrugs off, acting coy.
"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney 35 years ago and now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit." I tell him, with a light glare.
"Dad!" I hear Andrea yell as she runs up.
"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." Sam tells him, his hands still held up as Jake's gun travels between the three of us.
"How do you know that?" He scoffs, disbelievingly.
"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." Dean tells him with a cold glare
"Listen to yourselves. You're insane." He laughs amused.
"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." Dean glares before instructing him.
"Tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake." I speak my voice full of malice towards Jake.
"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea stammers, surprised.
"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars, and they're dangerous." He yells. His gun threatening us, moving between us Jake not knowing who he should be worried about.
"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me. Tell me - you didn't kill anyone." Andrea begged fearful. Jake breathes heavily, not being able to form any words. "Oh, my God." Andrea gasps.
"Billy and I were at the lake... Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time… it got rough." He whispered out lowering his gun, "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…" I sigh, shaking my head. Not knowing how to take care of this spirit now. Having no bones to salt and burn. Nothing to stop him from killing Jake and his family. "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 drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost - it's not rational." Jake shakes his head, appalled.
"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 orders.
Andrea gasps looking towards the lake. I look over my eyes becoming wide. Lucas was bent down reaching towards the water. My feet automatically began moving. Running towards the little boy.
"Lucas!" Jake shouts. Beginning the string of yells after. All of us shouting towards the little boy in hopes of him hearing.
"Lucas!" Andrea screams, "Lucas! Stay where you are!"
I hear a faint whispering as I approach the water 'Come play with me' repeating a few times.
"Oh my God!" Andrea panics as Lucas gets pulling into the dark water. I release a breath pushing my legs faster through the trees trying to get to the dock that was so close.
"Andrea, Stay there." I heard Sam yell, making sure Andrea doesn't get close to the water.
"No, Lucas!" Andrea screams panicked. I sprint faster to the dock. I shrug off my leather jacket unhooking my belt letting them both fall to the dock along with my shoes before diving into the cold water. I couldn't see much under the water; mostly just black foggy nothingness. No Lucas. I look around me once more before coming up for air. I see Sam across from me, catching his breath. "Andrea we'll get him, just stay on the dock!" He yells before we both go back under in search for the little boy. Still nothing.
I come up in need of air Dean emerging seconds after me, "Kat?" He asks, I shake my head sadly my hair clinging to my face and neck. Breathing deeply trying to catch air. Dean shakes his head frustrated before diving back under.
I was just about to go under in search again stopping when I hear Jake, "Please, it's not his fault. It's mine. Please take me!" He yells out.
"Jake, no! What are you doing, get back on the dock!" I yell to him as he starts walking into the lake.
I sigh shaking my head, not able to talk any sense into him, I go back under. I swim my way to the bottom of the lake using my hands to see, since my eyes were useless; the lake was pitch black. I feel around in hopes of finding the little boy. Running out of breath from my efforts, feeling nothing but the mucky ground of the lake I begin feeling defeated. I shake my head. The need for air becoming more urgent but the need to find the boy was higher. Not wanting to face Andrea with empty arms. My eyes widened feeling the wet fabric along with a small torso covered by it. My heart rate picks up happy I found the boy and the another possibility was because of the air which was swiftly dwindling in my lungs. Determined now I kick off the ground swimming up to the surface, not realizing how far down I was and how much longer it would take with hauling up an extra body. Just able to use a single arm while the other gripped firmly around Lucas. My fabric clattered legs, along with Lucas making me extra heavy with wet clothes. My mouth betrays me involuntarily opening to cough out, badly in need of oxygen breathing in the water. I start panicking once the water invaded my lungs, it felt foreign causing me to cough more. I start losing consciousness just a few meters from the surface, right before I passed out was when I felt arms wrap around the both of us. Letting go once I did knowing Lucas would get to his Mom; my eyes rolled back uncontrollably.
I heard the foggy voices shouting around me. Barley making them out. Wake up... Don't leave me... Open your eyes... Breath, dammit... It all sounded miles away, the desperate voice mumbled together. I felt the cold water coming up my throat, leaving it raw and irritated. I coughed uncontrollably expelling the lake water. I felt arms wrap around me leaning me against them as they patted my back. "What the hell, Kat!" I hear that familiar voice breath, that voice that makes me melt. "Is Lucas okay?" I question hoarsely eyes barely open, coughing specks of stray water up as I began to shiver. I felt a jacket being thrown around my shoulder, trapping me in it's warmth. The smell of leather and whiskey invading me.
"Yeah, he's gonna be okay. Not to different from you right now." Dean jokes, referring to my half out of it state. Cherishing every breath I could take it. "I think I need to put you on a suspension." He starts, joking with me.
"Why?" I question hardly as he hauls me up, cradling me.
"When did you turn into me, you need to start worrying about your own safety too. I can't do it all sweetheart." He chuckles with an obvious smirk.
"I worry about you. You worry about me seems fair if you ask me." I smile, glancing behind Dean. I see Sam carrying a shaking Lucas along with a worried Andrea by his side following a ways behind us.
Andrea had us stay with her for the night. We planned on leaving tomorrow morning now the case was resolved more than solved.
"Look,we're not gonna save everybody." Sam says, feeling defeated about Jake.
"I know." Dean mutters, still upset.
"Sam, Dean, Katie!" Andrea calls from across the street.
"Hey!" Sam greets as she makes her way over.
"We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road. Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself." Andrea tells us straightening his hair. I smile down at Lucas who held a covered tray.
"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas mutters to his Mom, voice still scratchy.
"Of course." Andrea smiles, patting his back. Lucas smiles as he hands the tray to Dean.
"Come on, Lucas, let's load this in the car." Dean tells him, heading over to the Impala doors. He puts the tray down in the back before sitting in the back, legs out the side resting on the pavement, Dean sending a soft smile towards Lucas.
"All right, If you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time." Dean tells Lucas, a smile forming on my lips.
"Zeppelin rules!" Lucas cheers happily, making my smile brighten.
"That's right. Up high. You take care of your mom okay?" Dean tells him high-fiving Lucas.
"All right." He nods with a smile. He looks up to me before hugging me quickly.
"Oh…" I mumble surprised, returning the hug. I flashed him a smile as he made his way back to his Mom.
"Thank you." Andrea says gratefully to the three of us.
Dean nods offering a kind smile, "Alright Sam move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road."
