As Sam searched upstairs for an axe, Dean stood at the tank and tried to calm Marisa down. In one hand, he held his gun, ready to fire at whatever came at him.
"Dean, I never told you this, but I really hate water, " Marsia said, as she watched the water rise above her knees.
"Everything's gonna be fine. Sammy will find that axe and I'll get you out of here before the water reaches your waist," he said, trying not only to assure her, but himself as well.
The water filled the tank at such a rapid pace, that he was uncertain if Sammy would be back before the water rose that high. Eventually the chains would weigh her down, and she would be under.
"Sam, hurry the hell up!" Dean shouted, as Sam ran throughout the house.
"I'm going out to the shed! Maybe there's one in there!" Sam shouted, as he stood at the foot of the basement stairs.
Dean groaned and looked back at Marisa, and saw that the water was at her hips now. Time was running out, and Dean didn't know what to do.
"HURRY UP THEN!" he shouted, keeping his eyes on the water.
Sam's footsteps could be heard from above, and the sound of the screen door slamming shut signaled that he was outside.
"He's never gonna make it back in time!" Marisa cried, as the water rose a few inches more.
Dean looked back at her, "He will," he stated.
Marisa shook her head, "I don't know how to breathe underwater, Dean! Remember when I was seven, and you, Sammy and John came to visit us that summer? We all went down to the lake and Sammy and I went too far out and I went under? I almost died that day, Dean. I can't swim! Since that day, I refused to go into anything but a bathtub!" she said, panic filling her voice.
The water reached her waist at that point, and the chains started pulling down. Marisa and Dean both looked at each other, and she started to cry.
"I'll be dead by the time he comes back!" she screamed, sobbing.
Dean watched as she looked at the water, crying and hyperventalting at the same time. This was all too much. Dean cursed, slamming his hand against the tank. What was taking Sam so long? Marisa was right. By the time Sam would even come back, she would be fully under and depending on how long she could hold her breath, there wasn't much time.
"Marisa! Marisa, look at me!" Dean shouted, trying to get her attention.
Marisa did what she was told and tried to put all her attention on him, and not the water.
"I promise to get you out of here. You will walk out of this place alive, because I refuse to let you die. Do you hear me? I REFUSE TO LET YOU DIE!" he nearly shouted.
She stared at him for a moment, then nodded quickly. "Okay, I won't die! I won't die!" she shouted back.
Even as the water rose up to her chest, she kept repeating those words over and over. "I won't die. I won't die. I won't die,"
At that moment, Harry decided to come out and play.
