Disclaimer: See chapter one.

A/N: So the next chapter is finally up. Hope you enjoy, added a version of an episode from the first season. Read and review please!

Chapter Ten: Hydrophobic

Nearly a month had passed and the best we had done was get rid of a few vengeful spirits. It wasn't a bad day's work but at the same time it felt like there should be more. I knew that this job was unpredictable, but something new had to come up at some point.

"How old is he?" I asked a man I had stopped. He had a magnificent looking German shepherd dog by his side.

"Three." He replied with a smile.

"He's gorgeous." I said and stroked the dogs head. "I've always wanted a shepherd."

"They are great dogs. He's an awesome companion." He told me.

"Hey, Evy!" Dean called.

"I gotta go." I told the man. "Thank you for letting me pet your dog."

"Anytime." He smiled.

I smiled and walked over to where Dean was waiting for me. "What was that about?" He asked.

"I asked him if I could pet his dog." I replied.

"What is it with you and dogs?" He asked.

"Maybe we should get one." I told him with a smile.

"A dog? I don't think so sweet cheeks." He said with a short laugh.

"Oh come on. It'd be nice for me. It could protect me when you're not around."

"No. No dog is going to be ruining my car." He told me.

"I hate you." I told him frowning.

"Right back at ch'ya" He replied.

There was a little boy on a dock. A lake stretching before him. He was reaching into the water to grab his little green army man that had fallen in. There was movement on shore but the scene stayed with the boy. He was just about to reach it when a slimy rotted arm shot out of the water, grabbing the boy's wrist. He was pulled from the dock and into the water. He didn't come back up.

I was gasping for air when my vision came back into focus. I wiped the water and hair out of my face. I heard the door burst open. I saw a figure through the shower curtain. The water falling over my knees. The curtain pushed aside and Dean was standing there looking at me.

"Dean!" I said trying covering myself.

"What happened?" He asked unscathed by the site of me.

"Get out of here!" I told him.

He grabbed me, pulling me from the tub. I looked behind him as Sam came in. He looked at me before turning away.

"Sam get out!" Dean yelled.

Sam left and I pulled away from Dean, grabbing a robe. I pulled it around myself and looked at him. My hands were shaking. I pushed the hair out of my face and looked at Dean.

"What were you thinking?" I yelled at him. "I was naked in the shower!"

"What was I supposed to do, huh? There was a big thud and then I heard you gasping. I didn't know what was going on. Did you want me just to ignore it?" He asked.

I looked at him, my expression softening. "I'm sorry. I was just…I don't know." I told him. "Thank you for worrying I guess."

"Was it a vision?" He asked.

"Yes, and it was a bad one. Only I'm not sure where it was. I'll have to wait and see if I get another one. I hope I get another one." I said rubbing my forehead where the ache was the strongest.

"What did you see?"

"A demon pulling a young boy into a lake." I replied. Dean just looked at me. "I know." I told him. "We need to save him Dean. He's just a boy." I felt tears in my eyes. The boy was so young. "He's just a boy."

"Don't worry, we will." He said opening his arms. I moved to him, putting my arms around him. He held me tight as I recovered from my vision.

We were sitting in a small diner. I was starving and yet nothing looked good on the menu. Sam and Dean were discussing what we were going to do about my vision. I was supposed to be helping but I couldn't get the boy out of my head. He was so young, not ten yet. He had barely started his life and now there was something out there that was going to steal it from him.

"You need to eat something." Sam told me.

"Not hungry." I replied.

"I know you're not but you need to eat. You haven't since yesterday." He told me softly.

"Just leave her alone huh." Dean said still looking at the menu.

Sam looked at Dean in a you're-not-helping sort of way. I looked at Dean but then looked at the water glass in front of me again. I sighed and asked Dean to move so I could get out of the booth. He did and Sam asked me where I was going but I didn't acknowledge his question. I went into the bathroom and leaned against the counter. I looked at my reflection.

"I don't recognize you." I told myself and turned away, leaving the room.

I went back to the table and Sam had an angry expression on his face. I frowned as Dean got up so I could slide back in. I didn't say anything. They became quiet and I looked between them.

Finally I sighed and asked, "What?"

"Nothing." Dean replied.

"We're worried about you." Sam told me.

"Tell me something new." I replied. Sam's worried face got even more worried. "You're going to give yourself wrinkles. What is it that you want to say?"

"We feel that you are taking these visions too personal. We can't save everyone and we have nothing to go on." He told me.

Anger boiled in my veins. I took a deep breath so my voice would remain steady. "I know we can't save everyone. But this isn't everyone. This is just a little boy who is going to be drowned by some kind of being. He is just a kid and I will not let him die. I will not have that put on my conscious." I told him. "I'll find him and I will save him so help me god." Sam just looked at me and Dean cleared his throat. "Are you ready to go?" I asked calmly.

"We'll grab something on the road." Dean said putting a little cash on the table and getting up.

Sam didn't say anything as we got up and left. I got into the car and the brothers did the usual talking over the car before getting in. I was waiting for Dean to start the car but both him and Sam just sat there.

"Are we going to move the car?" I asked him.

"Where are we going?" Dean asked me.

He had a good point. I had nothing to go on. All I saw was the act. I needed more to find this boy.

"Thank god." I said as the familiar pain started in my head.

"What?" Dean asked.

The lake came into view. The sun shimmering across the surface, the wind causing ripples. There was a girl standing on dock. She looked out over the lake before diving in. She started swimming back-and-forth across the water. She stopped and looked around. She continued on but there was a sense of something present. Something was there. She stopped again and looked but still saw nothing. Only a few moments passed when she was pulled under the water. The ripples moved across the surface, a few air bubbles popping, but she never resurfaced.

I opened my eyes and took a deep breath. Dean was looking at me. I could see Sam in the side mirror and he was looking out the window worriedly. I looked at Dean and smiled.

"What?" Dean asked again.

"I have a lead." I told him getting out of the car.

I bought a paper and went back into the restaurant. Both men trailed behind and I got us another seat. The hostess seemed annoyed but I was polite. We sat down again and this time I ordered a big breakfast. As we waited I scanned the Obits and found who I was looking for.

"She's dead, how is that a lead?" Dean asked.

"Sophie Carlton. I just saw her die." I told him still smiling.

"I've never seen you so happy to see someone die." Dean frowned.

"She's already dead, there is nothing I can do about it, but it looked like it could be the same area. That and there has been three other drownings on the same lake. We need to go to Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin." I told them.

I ate my meal quickly and we left. Now that I knew where it was going to happen my spirits had been lifted. I knew the location so now I had the chance to save that little boy. I would save him.

I stayed in the car as Sam and Dean did their thing. They picked a name and a department and went out in search of information. Our first stop was the deceased girl's home. I saw them go into the house and only a few minutes later came out. They didn't have a lot to tell me. Will Carlton was Sophie's brother and he swore that he saw something pull his sister under, but wasn't positive. She had gone down a ways from shore. We drove into town to continue the search for information about what happened and why.

I was in the car in front of the sheriff's office. As I waited a young woman and her son walked past the car. At first I hardly acknowledged them, and then I noticed the boys red hair. My eyes locked onto him. He was the boy from my vision. I stared at him as he and his mom went through the doors. Only a few minutes later Sam and Dean came out with the boy's mom. They walked past the car and out of site. I just waited there, my eyes on the office doors. When Dean and Sam came back they got in and we drove to the motel only a couple blocks away.

"Who was that?" I asked Dean. "The woman you were with."

He looked at me. "What, are you jealous? I knew you digged me but –"

"Dean." I said flatly. "You're head's big enough. Like hell I'm jealous. I need to know who she is because her son is the one from my vision." I told him. Both just looked at me.

We got a room at the small motel and Sam took out his laptop to do research. There had been the three drownings this year as well as six others spread out over the past thirty-five years. As we read through the articles and one name stood out. Andrea's husband Chris was one of the victims. He had taken Lucas swimming. He was on a wooden platform when his dad drowned. He wasn't found for two hours afterward, Chris's body was never recovered. None of the bodies were.

"Maybe we have an eyewitness after all." Sam stated.

"No wonder that kid was so freaked out." Dean said sadly. "Watching one of your parent's die isn't something you just get over."

I looked at Dean and he gave me a small smile. I took his hand in mine and he pulled me into a hug. I took a deep breath and tried to keep it together. We didn't know what was going on and I never knew how much time we had before the death was to occur. I really wanted to save Lucas. I needed to save him. What help could I be if I couldn't save a little boy.

We left the motel, looking for Andrea and Lucas. We needed to know what Lucas saw. We spotted Andrea and Lucas at the park. She had never met me and I chose to be the first to approach her. Hoping that woman to woman kid chat might get her to tell me something.

"Hi, mind if I sit down?" I asked her. She was the only one on the bench. "Which one is yours?" I asked her.

"There, Lucas." She pointed at the redheaded boy.

"Yours?" She asked.

"I don't have any children. I just adore them and am writing my thesis paper on them. Parks are an excellent place for watching kids." She nodded. "Does Lucas not like the park?" I asked her. He wasn't playing at all.

"He's been through a lot. His dad passed away and ever since then he hasn't said a word."

"I'm so sorry." I told her.

"Thank you." She smiled at me.

Sam and Dean came up after that and as Sam and I talked to Andrea, Dean went and talked to Lucas. I couldn't keep my eyes off of the boy. He was so young and to have gone through everything he had gone through it was clear why he was the way he was. Andrea told us that the doctors thought that Lucas's lack of speech was just posttraumatic stress after what happened. It was hard to imagine after hearing his mom tell us how much life he had in him before his dad died that he had been any other way.

When we left he park there was a pain in my heart for this mother and child. Lucas had given Dean a picture of a house. We went back to the motel and tried to connect everything together. Sam left for a short while before coming back, telling us that Will Carlton was dead. He had drowned in the sink. Time was running out.

After Will's death we returned to Bill Carlton's house to see if he knew anything. He was more distraught than ever. He was sitting on the bench on the dock, falling apart. There was no talking to him. Both his children were dead and he was still alive. Nothing could be worse than that. But he wouldn't say anything; he just got even more upset, leaving us no choice than to leave him alone. He gave us no information but he seemed to be hiding something. He knew something but wasn't saying anything.

"Now what?" I asked them.

We were standing by the car. Dean got an odd expression on his face.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"Huh, maybe Bill isn't the only one who knows something." Dean said and pulled Lucas's picture from the car. The picture was a depiction of Bill Carlton's house.

We drove to Andrea Barr's home. Lucas had drawn the Carlton house and we needed to know why, or how he knew to draw it. At first she refused to let us in to talk with Lucas but Dean managed to convince her otherwise. Lucas was upstairs in his room. When we walked in he was drawing pictures again, his army men nearby. Dean walked in and started to talk to him, trying to explain that we needed his help. He even mentioned Mary, and how horrible her death was for him but that he knew she would want him to be strong. My heart went out to both Dean and Lucas. Dean had let out a little bit of his past. Showing feelings he didn't normally share with the world. Lucas kept drawing. At first Lucas didn't look like he was even paying attention. Then he put his crayon down and looked up at Dean. He then picked a picture out of his stack, handing it to Dean. He thanked him and we left to find where Lucas's picture was.

"Wait…" I said as we walked to the car.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"I think I'm going to stay here." I told them. "You two track down the house in the picture but I want to stay here and watch over Lucas and Andrea."

"All right. We'll be back." Dean said and got into the car.

I watched them drive away before turning back to the house. I took a deep breath before going back inside. I stood at the base of the stairs, looking up toward Lucas's room. Soon Andrea came down and was surprised to see me.

"What are you still doing here?" She asked me.

"They had a few things to do and I wouldn't be of any help. If you don't mind I was wondering if I could stay here for a few hours." I told her.

She smiled, "Of course you can. I could use the company."

We went into the kitchen and got a cup of coffee. She went about her housework and I went to check on Lucas. He was still coloring. It seemed like he never stopped. When I went back downstairs Andrea was sitting at the table.

"Have Dean and Sam found anything yet?" She asked.

"No, not really. They're following a lead that will hopefully tell us more." I replied.

There was little talking. I didn't know what to say to her that didn't end with me telling her that I saw her son die. I hoped I would never have to tell her. That I could same him and then move on. I just hoped that we figured out what was going on before it was too late.

Sam and Dean had been gone for a while and I went up to Lucas's room. He was busy making his drawings, his army men sitting nearby. I leaned against the doorframe and watched him. He didn't look up at me. He didn't seem to care that I was there. After I watched him for a while I walked in and sat in front of him, taking an orange crayon and a blank piece of paper. I started to doodle. Making the usually house with a yard, all the things you were supposed to draw as a kid.

"I miss coloring." I told him. "I used to love to color. Now I have to deal with all of the scary things out there." He looked up at me. "I know that there are scary things. Things that hurt your dad, things that tried to hurt you. Things that are hurting the people in this town." I said and paused. "I'm sorry Lucas. I'm so sorry that this is happening to you." He just looked at me before going back to his drawing.

I sighed and continued with my own coloring, waiting for Sam and Dean to return, hopefully with good news. It was getting late in the afternoon and Andrea wanted to take some dinner to her father. The news was on the TV and we heard that Bill Carlton was dead. It was a shock, knowing that people were dying, slowly dwindling down to nothing, leaving Andrea and Lucas next. Sam had called and let me in on what was going on. Bill was connected to a boy that died when he was twelve. Bill was the same age and there was some connection between him and the boy, Peter's, death. They thought the job was done. The spirit had been after Bill and now that he was dead there was no reason to believe that there was any danger. I told him that there was still Lucas to worry about but Sam told me that we didn't know what it meant but as far as the facts went it was over. I told him it wasn't but there was no convincing him. I didn't have anything to add so I had to accept the fact that maybe they were right. I helped Andrea with Jake's dinner and we drove to his office. He wasn't there so we sat and waited. Soon the doors opened and the sheriff came in, Dean and Sam behind him. Andrea was surprised to see them and we all stood there in a kind of uneasy moment. Jake told her that he didn't have time for dinner. Little more was said when Lucas started to get scared and he grabbed Dean's arm, pulling on him, almost crying but not saying a word. Dean and Andrea calmed him down and Andrea took him from the office. I followed her.

"Andrea…" I said stopping her.

"I am sorry. He's upset. I'm just going to take him home." She told me.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" I told her.

"No, but thank you." She said and walked away.

I stood there and waited for Sam and Dean. It didn't take them long to come out and both of them looked angry.

"What is it?" I asked them.

"We're getting run out of town." Dean told me.

"We can't leave." I told him.

"I know." He snapped, looking at me. "But we don't have a lot of options right now."

"Dean…" I said grabbing his arm as he started to walk away. "We can't leave."

He pulled away from me and got into the car. I sighed and followed, not knowing what else to do. We went to the motel and packed our things. We loaded everything into the car and Dean headed out of town.

"You know this is a mistake." I told him.

"I know what you saw but it was Bill the spirit was after. We didn't find anything on Jake." Sam told me.

We stopped at a red light. It turned green but Dean didn't move the car. Sam pointed it out to him and Dean turned the opposite direction. I grinned at him as we drove back into town. He winked at me through the rearview mirror. We went to Andrea's and for a moment just stood outside her door. Sam kept asking if it was a good idea. I just glared at him and it wasn't just me, Dean needed to know that Lucas was okay. He had barely touched the doorbell when the door flew open and Lucas stood in front of us, panicked. He grabbed Dean's arm and we rushed in, following him up the stairs, water was pouring down them. Lucas led us to the bathroom door and Dean broke the door down. The tub filled to the brim with murky water. Sam rushed to the tub and put his arms into it. Lucas tried to go toward his drowning mother but Dean stopped him. We watched as Sam fought against the force holding her under, but prevailed, both falling to the floor. Andrea gasped for air, coughing the water out of her lungs. I looked at Dean and he just looked back. We stayed with them throughout the night, knowing that it wasn't over yet. Andrea was freaked out, thinking she was going crazy. She thought she had heard a voice saying 'come play with me.' Sam and I sat with her at the kitchen table. I put my hand on her arm. She was calming down until Dean came up with an old picture book. He asked her if she recognized any of the kids. She pointed out her dad, who was standing next to Peter. It was clear that the connection was not only to Bill but also to the sheriff.

"Lucas, what is it?" Dean asked him. The boy was standing in front of the door, staring out the window.

He opened the door and walked out. We followed him until he stopped on a patch of land and looked up at Dean. I exchanged glances with the brothers. Dean told Andrea and Lucas to go back to the house and Dean and Sam grabbed shovels. I stood aside and watched as they dug and revealed a red bike that had been buried there.

"How did you know that was there?" Jake asked us.

"What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake, and buried the bike?" Dean asked him. "You can't bury the truth Jake. Nothing stays buried."

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about?" He asked.

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeny thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell we're talking about." Dean told him angrily.

I stood and listened to them argue. Jake denied it until it was clear that there was no going around it. He told us that we were crazy but he knew that it was true. The sheriff looked around. Andrea had come back out and she looked terrified. She confronted him about what we were telling her and she asked if he had anything to do with Peter. Jake explained what had happened. He and Bill had bullied him. It got rough this time and they held Peter under the water. Only they held him under too long and he drowned. They had let the body go in the water. I was shocked at what I had just learned. The poor boy killed and left to rot in the water. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked toward the house. Lucas had been watching us through the window, he was no longer visible. I took a few steps toward the house and saw him walking onto the dock.

"Shit. Lucas!" I yelled and ran toward the dock.

"Lucas! Honey stay where you are!" Andrea yelled.

"Lucas!" I yelled as I neared the dock.

He had dropped one of his green army men into the water. He was leaning far over to try and reach it. As I neared the dock I could see a ripple on the surface of the water right below his outstretched fingers. Panic started to flow through me. This was my vision. In only seconds he was going to be grabbed. I didn't know if I would be able to make it before it happened. I ran onto the dock and was only feet away from him when his arm was grabbed. I grabbed him before he was pulled in, pulling him from the corpses grasp. I fell back onto the dock, Lucas in my arms.

"Evy!" I heard Sam yell.

"Lucas! Run!" I said and pushed him away from me. "RUN!" I yelled as he ran toward his mother.

"Evy! Get off the dock!" Dean yelled to me.

I got to my feet and was about to run when my ankle was grabbed. I fell onto my stomach and looked back at the arm that had a hold of me. He was pulling me in; I couldn't loosen his grip.

"Sam!" I yelled as I held tight to the dock, trying to hang on long enough. "DEAN!" I screamed as my fingers slipped and I was immersed in water.

I struggled against the spirit but it kept pulling me down. I didn't know how deep the water was but I knew that it wasn't looking good for me. I survived one thing only to be killed by the next. I heard two splashes but I couldn't see anything above me. The water was getting colder and my lungs were starting to burn with the lack of oxygen. I tried to hold my breath for as long as possible but the pain was starting to be too much. For a second I lost control and water filled my nostrils. I tightly closed my eyes and gave one last effort to pull away. The fingers loosened and I was free from his grasp. For a moment I thought I was going to be alright. I made a swim for the surface only my oxygen deprivation was too much. I tried to keep swimming as water started to fill my lungs. The pain was immense as my mind started to fog and my limbs felt heavy. Soon the world went black and I drifted away.

"Did you find her?" Andrea asked.

Sam shook his head as he treaded water. Dean broke the surface. "Anything?" Sam asked.

"No. DAMN IT!" Dean said angrily.

"Dean…" Sam said looking at his brother. He didn't want it to be true but minutes had already gone by.

Dean looked back and shook his head. "No." He said and dove under the surface.

He swam toward the bottom of the lake, not willing to give up. He was nearly out of breath when he saw her. Her arm outstretched. He grabbed her hand and pulled her against him. He swam to the surface, breaking it, gasping for air. Sam's eyes grew wide and he swam to his brother, Evy's limp form in his arms. They swam to the dock, pulling her out of the water.

"Oh my God…" Andrea said as she looked at the girl who had saved her son.

"Evy…" Dean said with his hand on her face.

"She's not breathing." Sam said aloud.

Dean looked at Sam before gently lifting her chin. He gently opened her mouth and pinched her nose as he gave her two breaths. He gave her two more before looking at her. Her skin was tinted blue, her lips slightly parted from him breathing for her. He put his hands on her chest and had to look away before starting the chest compressions. Sam, Andrea, and Lucas watched as Dean continued to perform CPR on Evy's lifeless form. Agony was written on his face as she remained unconscious.

"Come on!" Dean said and gave her two more breaths.

"Dean…" Sam said and looked at him.

"I know." Dean said and started the compressions again. He gave her two more breaths. Still nothing happened. He went to give her two more when her body convulsed slightly and she started to cough up water.

I heard voices in the distance as I slowly began to realize what was going on. Water started to pour out of my mouth. I gasped for air and I was turned onto my side. When the water stopped I gasped as I tried to catch my breath. I was turned onto my back and I heard Dean telling me to take shallow breaths. I listened and when I felt like I could I opened my eyes. Dean was soaked and he smiled down at me.

"Hi." He said softly.

"Dean…" I said and put my hands on his arms.

"Thank God…" He said and pulled me up into his arms.

I put my arms around his neck, holding him tightly. I closed my eyes as his grip tightened around me. I was shaking but his hold on me was comforting. I felt a hand on my arm. I opened them and Sam was looking at me with a scared expression.

"Sammy…" I said putting my hand on his cheek.

"We need to get you some swimming lessons." Dean said jokingly. His smile quickly faded and he looked at me seriously. "You really scared me this time." He added quietly, looking me in my eyes, his hands on the sides of my head.

"Me too." Sam said pulling me into his arms, his hand on the back of my head.

Dean helped Sam get me onto my feet. I leaned against Sam, unable to stand on my own. My head was foggy and I closed my eyes. "Lucas?" I said and looked at Sam. He glanced behind me and I looked to see Andrea and Lucas standing there. "Are you okay?" I asked him. He nodded, rushing to me and throwing his arms around my waist. "Thank God." I said and held him tight.

"Thank you, so much." Andrea said hugging me as well.

"You're welcome." I smiled at her. "Jake?" I asked, realizing that he wasn't there.

"He's gone." Sam told me. Andrea's eyes filled with tears and she pulled Lucas against her.

I frowned and shut my eyes. I tried to walk but was too weak. My knees gave out but I was caught by Dean who lifted me into his arms.

"Come on. Let's get you away from the water." He told me and walked off of the dock.

He brought me into the house and laid me on the couch. I was shaking from the cold. Dean sat on the edge and looked down at me. He frowned and put the back of his fingers on my forehead, a concerned look on his face.

"Here are some blankets." Andrea said handing them to Sam. Dean took them from him and started to put them over me. Sam frowned at his brother.

"How are you feeling?" Dean asked me.

"Weak." I replied. "And tired." I added. "And cold."

"We should get her to the hospital." Sam said softly.

"No! I don't want to go to the hospital." I said grabbing Dean's arm. "Please…"

"It's fine. You're going to be okay." Dean said putting his hand on my cheek. "Just try and relax." He told me and turned to Sam. "A word?"

Dean and Sam walked out of the room leaving me with Andrea and Lucas. I closed my eyes, feeling so tired. I was just about asleep when I felt a small hand on my arm. I opened them to see Lucas looking down at me.

"Thank you." He said quietly.

I took his hand and squeezed it gently. "Any time." I smiled.

Dean and Sam reappeared both not looking very happy. "I'm taking you to the hospital." Sam said as he uncovered me.

"Sam, she's fine." Dean said stopping him.

"What if she's not?" Sam said. "I'm not willing to risk it."

"I'm fine." I said stubbornly, slowly standing up. "My chest is sore, it kinda hurts to breath but I'm kinda thinking that's normal after one drowns and all. Let's not ruin the happy moment of me not dying, okay?" I asked. "Look, I'm standing on my own and everything. Sam, I'm fine." I told him.

"You're not fine. You just don't realize it." He told me.

"When did you become all paranoid?" I asked him. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? You nearly died, that's what wrong." He replied angrily.

"Step in any time Dean." I told him.

"He has a point." He told me. "You know how we feel about you being in danger. This was bad." He told me.

"I was nearly stabbed through the heart not too long ago. I thought that was bad."

"But this time it was even closer." Dean told me.

"Dean had to do CPR on you." Sam told me.

I looked at Dean and he met my eyes, they penetrated me in a way they never have before. It scared me a little. I was still shaking and all of a sudden I didn't know what to say to them. I sighed and walked up to Sam, putting my hand on his cheek. I gently kissed his lips before putting my arms around his neck.

"I'm going to be okay." I told him, gently stroking the back of his head. "I have you and Dean watching out for me. I'm in good hands. I'm not going anywhere any time soon." I said looking him in the eyes. "Just keep me away from water for a while." I smiled. He grinned and hugged me again.

We decided to stay at the house overnight. Andrea was kind enough to lend me her spare room to rest in. I was tired and weak but I couldn't sleep. I always had a pair of eyes watching over me. Sam was the first to take watch. He sat in a chair staring at me. I was on my side staring back at him.

"Don't look so worried." I told him.

"I'm not going to lie to you. I was scared." He replied.

"You're not the only one. I was just as scared if not more. It hurts to drown."

"So you remember it? Up until the blacking out part?" He asked.

I nodded. "Mm-hm."

"If you can help it, don't do anything like that again." He told me.

I smiled at him. "As long as you have my back there's no need to worry. Besides, it wasn't my plan to drown. My plan was to save Lucas. I did that, so I can't deny that I'm pretty happy."

"You did save him. He's even talking now. He's talking Dean's ear off as we speak." He smiled.

"I bet he's loving that." I said and rolled my eyes. "Since he loves kids so much."

Sam laughed. "Yeah, I think he's liking them a little more after all this."

The lighthearted conversation ended after that and I couldn't help but think how close it really was. I hadn't let myself give it much thought. But as I lay there the feelings and emotions that were running through me at the time it happened came back and I couldn't help but let it all out. Tears sprung to my eyes and I covered my face with my hand. Sam rushed to me. I put my hand on his arm. He laid down next to me and held me gently in his arms. I cried into him, shaking with the fear that I finally let myself grasp. I was so tired and yet I was so afraid. I cried until I fell asleep, Sam's arms still around me.