Dead in the Water

Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin

"Morning, Daddy," Sophie Carlton says as she enters the kitchen on the screen.

"Morning, sweetheart," her father, Bill Carlton, responds from his newspaper.

"All these workouts, Soph, I don't know. Guys don't like buff girls," Will, her brother, says as Sophie grabs something from the fridge.

"Yeah, well, girls don't like guys who still live at home," Sophie says back.

"Ha ha ha," Will responds.

"Ha ha," Sophie says before heading outside.

"Be careful," Bill says before she closes the door.

"I will," she says.

As Sophie swims, she keeps coming up, seemingly hearing something. Then, all of a sudden, a hand grabs her ankle and pulls her under.

"Oh my god!" Jess flinches against Sam as she gets pulled under. "That's horrible!"

Sam just smiles and kisses the top of her head, turning back to the screen. Ever since his overdose, Sam had been getting more and more distant, pushing everybody away. It took a lot of convincing just to get him to watch with them again today.

She forced a smile back and snuggled into his side.

The scene switches to a diner, where Dean is sitting.

"Can I get you anything else?" Wendy, the waitress asks Dean, shooting him a smile.

Sam comes over and sits down. "Just the check, please," Sam says.

"Okay," Wendy says, walking away.

Dean drops his head and looks at Sam.

"You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while," Dean complains. He points to Wendy. "That's fun."

Sam just looks at him. Dean hands him the newspaper.

"Here, take a look at this, I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water; nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago," Dean tells him.

"A funeral?" Sam asks in surprise.

"Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever," Dean responds.

"Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them," Sam snaps.

"Something you want to say to me?" Dean says back. Sam sighs.

"The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day," Sam says.

"Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?" Dean asks.

"I don't know. Something. Anything," Sam responds.

"You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?" Dean says.

"Yeah, I know you do, it's just—" Sam gets cut off.

"I'm the one that's been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?" Dean says. Sam rolls his eyes.

"All right, Lake Manitoc. Hey!" Sam says, trying to get Dean's attention.

Dean looks at Sam. "Huh?"

"How far?"

CARLTON HOUSE

The Impala is shown driving past a sign that reads 'Lake Manitoc, WI.'

Finally it pulls up in front of the Carlton house.

Dean goes and knocks on the door and Will Carlton opens it.

"Will Carlton?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, that's right," Will says.

"I'm Agent Ford. This is Agent Hamill. We're with the US Wildlife Service," Dean says, holding up an ID.

"She was about a hundred yards out. That's where she got dragged down," Will tells them, standing by the lake.

"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub," Will responds.

"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" Sam asks again.

"No, that's what I'm telling you," Will repeats.

"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?" Sam asks.

"No. Again, she was really far out there," Will says.

"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?" Dean asks.

"No, never. Why? What do you think is out there?" Will asks.

"We'll let you know as soon as we do," Dean says, starting to head back to the car.

"What about your father?" Sam asks, and Dean stops and turns back around. "Can we talk to him?"

"Look, if you don't mind, I mean… he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot," Will says, looking back at his father.

"We understand," Sam says. They get in the Impala and leave.

POLICE STATION

"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?" Jake, the Sheriff, asks them.

"You sure it's accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister," Sam says.

"Like what?" Jake asks. "Here, sit, please. There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake. There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness Monster."

"Yeah," Dean laughs, sharing a look with Sam.

"Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still. We dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure. There was nothing down there," Jake tells them.

"That's weird, though. I mean, that's the third missing body this year," Dean says.

"I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about," Jake agrees.

"I know," Dean says.

"Anyway… All this, it won't be a problem much longer," Jake says.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks.

"Well, the dam, of course," Jake says.

"Of course, the dam. It, uh, it sprung a leak," Dean guesses.

"It's falling apart. And the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they've opened the spillway. In another six months, there won't be much of a lake. There won't be much of a town, either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that," Jake says, looking at them questioningly.

At that, everybody but Sam, Dean, and John burst out laughing. Sam and Dean just rolled their eyes while John looked at them in confusion.

"Sprung a leak?" John asks.

"Oh, shut up," Dean says, trying not to laugh. Sam starts laughing at him as the video continues playing.

"Exactly," Dean says.

A young woman, Andrea Barr, taps on the door. "Sorry, am I interrupting? I can come back later," she says.

"Gentlemen, this is my daughter," Jake introduces.

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean," he says, shaking her hand.

"Andrea Barr. Hi," she smiles.

"Hi," Dean smiles back.

"They're from the Wildlife service. About the lake," Jake says.

Andrea's son, Lucas, steps out from behind her.

"Oh, hey there. What's your name?" Dean asks.

Lucas ducks away without saying a word, and Andrea follows.

"His name is Lucas," Jake answers.

"Is he okay?" Sam asks.

"My grandson's been through a lot. We all have," Jake responds. "Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know."

"Thanks. You know, now that you mention it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Dean asks.

"Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It's about two blocks south," Andrea says.

"Two—would you mind showing us?" Dean asks, pretending to be confused.

"Oh my god, can you do anything without flirting?" Jo exclaims, laughing hysterically.

"Um, excuse me, I wasn't flirting," Dean defends himself.

"No, no flirting, just trying to get her in bed," Sam joins in, fist-bumping with Jo.

Charlie just laughs and punches Dean, who slumped in his seat.

"You want me to walk you two blocks?" Andrea laughs.

"Not if it's any trouble," Dean says.

"I'm headed that way anyway," Andrea says with a laugh. "I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three."

Andrea turns to Lucas, "We'll go to the park, okay sweetie?" She kisses Lucas on the head.

"Thanks again," Sam says as they leave.

"So, cute kid," Dean says as Andrea walks them to the motel.

Sam laughs and Dean glares at him.

"Thanks," Andrea replies.

"Kids are the best, huh," Dean says. Andrea just ignores him.

They stop in front of the motel.

"There it is. Like I said, two blocks," she says. "Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line. Enjoy your stay!"

"Damn! I like her!" Charlie exclaims.

"Kids are the best? You don't even like kids," Sam laughs when Andrea is gone.

"I love kids!" Dean says.

"Name three children that you even know," Sam says.

Dean tries but can't think of anyone. Sam laughs and walks into the motel.

"I'm thinking!" Dean says, following Sam.

MOTEL

"So there's the three drowning victims this year," Sam says.

"Any before that?" Dean asks.

"Uh, yeah. Six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace," Sam says.

"So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean jokes.

"This whole lake monster theory, it, it bugs me," Sam replies.

"Why?" Dean asks, looking over Sam's shoulder at a news article.

"Loch Ness, uh, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing," Sam tells him. "Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it."

As Sam scrolls, Dean points at a picture. "Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?"

"Christopher Barr, the victim in May," Sam says, reading the article. "Oh. Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband. Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued."

"Oh my god, that poor child," Ellen says.

"Yeah, that kid had to watch his father die. That's not something you get over easily," Mary responds.

Sam and Dean both glance at her. "What?" She asks.

"Well, you know, angels can kind of, you know, turn back time. One of them sent us back and we saw everything that happened with your dad," Dean says.

"Oh god. Wait, angels?" Mary says.

"Yeah, long story," Sam says.

"What are you boys talking about?" John interrupts.

"Long story, again. You'll see it eventually," Sam says again, and he turns the episode back on.

Sam clicks on the picture. "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all."

"No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over," Dean says, a sad look in his eyes.

PARK

Sam and Dean walk up to Andrea, who is sitting on a park bench.

"Can we join you?" Sam asks.

"I'm here with my son," she says, pointing to Lucas.

"Oh. Mind if I say hi?" Dean says, walking over to Lucas.

"Tell you friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing is not gonna work on me," Andrea tells Sam.

"I don't think that's what this is about," Sam says.

Dean approaches Lucas.

"How's it going?" Dean asks Lucas.

He doesn't respond. Dean sits down and picks up one of the toy army men. "Oh, I used to love these things," Dean says.

Lucas just keeps coloring.

"So crayons is more your thing? That's cool. Chicks dig artists," Dean tries again.

Dean takes a look at the drawings. "Hey these are pretty good. You mind if I sit and draw with you for a while? I'm not so bad myself."

He starts drawing with Lucas. "You know, I'm thinking you can hear me, you just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was your age, I saw something," Dean pauses. "Anyway. Well, maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you, or, uh, or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw that day, with your dad, on the lake. Okay, no problem. This is for you," he finishes.

Dean shows him the picture. Lucas doesn't look up.

"This is my family. That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, and that's me," Dean pauses, and Lucas stays silent. "Alright, so I'm a sucky artist. I'll see you around, Lucas."

Once Dean leaves, Lucas picks up Dean's picture.

As Dean approaches Sam and Andrea, he hears their conversation. "Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident."

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry," Dean says. Andrea nods.

"What are the doctors saying?" Sam asks.

"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress," Andrea says.

"That can't be easy. For either of you," Sam says.

"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It's just… when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw…" Andrea stops.

"Kids are tough," Dean comforts her.

"You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish—" Andrea gets cut off as Lucas walks up to them.

"Hey sweetie," she says.

Lucas hands Dean a picture. "Thanks. Thanks Lucas," Dean says in surprise.

Andrea looks at him in shock.

CARLTON HOUSE

Bill is sitting in his chair, doing nothing. Will comes up to him.

"Hey, Dad? You, you should probably eat something. I'm gonna make some dinner, okay?" Will says. He heads to the kitchen.

The water from the sink turns green, and the sink starts filling up. Will puts his hand in to try and drain the water, but something pulls his arm and he struggles for a few seconds, and his head goes under. Soon he stops struggling, and the water drains from the sink, and Will is dead.

"Oh man, this is getting intense," Jessica says.

"Yeah well, it's even worse when you find out what is actually going on," Sam says.

MOTEL

"So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie," Sam says, walking into the room.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks. Sam sits down.

"I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead," Sam says.

"He drowned?" Dean asks. Sam nods.

"Yep. In the sink."

"What the hell? So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else," Dean agrees.

"Yeah, but what?" Sam asks.

"I don't know. Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water… water that comes from the same source," Dean realizes.

"The lake," Sam says.

"Yeah."

"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," Sam finishes.

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, anywhere," Dean says, standing up.

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

"Yeah, it took both his kids."

"And I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris—Bill Carlton's godson," Sam continues.

"Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit," Dean says.

LAKE

Bill Carlton is sitting at a bench by the dock as Sam and Dean approach.

"Mr. Carlton?" Sam says. Bill looks up.

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

"We're from the, the Department—" Dean gets cut off by Bill.

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today," Bill says.

"Your son said he saw something in that lake. 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," Sam says.

"My children are gone. It's… it's worse than dying," Bill says, turning around. "Go away. Please."

Sam and Dean get back to the Impala.

"So what do you think?" Sam asks.

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

"So now what?" Sam asks. Dean stops.

"What is it?"

"Huh," Dean says. He is looking at the Carlton house. "Maybe Bill not's the only one who knows something."

The house in the picture Lucas gave Dean is the same house as Bill Carlton's.

DEVINS/BARR HOUSE

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea," Andrea tells Sam and Dean.

"I just need to talk to him," Dean pleads. "Just for a few minutes."

"He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?" Andrea asks.

"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there," Sam explains.

"My husband, the others, they drowned. That's all," Andrea insists.

"If that's what you really believe, then we'll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son," Dean says.

She takes them to Lucas's bedroom. He is on the floor, coloring. Dean crouches down next to him.

"Hey, Lucas. You remember me?" Dean asks.

"You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for the last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again," Dean starts. He pulls out the last picture. "How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me."

Lucas keeps drawing.

"You're scared. It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see—my mom, I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too," Dean tells Lucas.

Lucas looks up at him. He hands Dean a picture of another house and a church, with a bike and a little boy.

"Thanks, Lucas," Dean says.

IMPALA

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that before his dad died," Dean says.

"There are cases—going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies," Sam explains.

"Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow? I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you got a better lead, please," Dean says.

"Alright, we got another house to find," Sam says.

"The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two story houses in this county," Dean complains.

"See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here," Sam says.

"Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart," Dean jokes.

"You know, um, what you said about Mom… you never told me that before," Sam says.

"It's no big deal. Oh God, we're not going to have to hug or anything, are we?" Dean says. Sam just smiles.

SWEENEY HOUSE

Sam and Dean approach a white church and yellow house that matches Lucas's drawing. They knock on the door. An old lady answers.

"We're sorry to bother you, ma'am—but does a little boy live here, by any chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle?" Dean asks.

The woman frowns. "No sir. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now. The police never—I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared."

"Losing him, you know—it's worse than dying," she says.

"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Dean asks.

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up," the woman says sadly.

Dean picks up a picture from one of the tables and turns it over. The back reads 'Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy.'

LAKE

"You've taken everything, everyone. I've got nothing left. I didn't understand. I didn't believe. Now I think I do. I think I finally know what you want," Bill says to the lake.

IMPALA

"Okay, this little boy Peter Sweeney vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow," Sam says.

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

"And Bill, the people he loves, they're all getting punished," Sam finishes.

"So what if Bill did something to Peter?" Dean suggests.

"What if Bill killed him?" Sam suggests.

"Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible," Dean says.

The Impala pulls up to the Carlton house. As they get out of the car they hear an engine roaring.

"Mr. Carlton?" Sam yells.

"Hey, check it out," Dean says. Bill is taking his boat out.

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

"Mr. Carlton!" Sam yells one last time as the boat suddenly flips and Bill disappears.

POLICE STATION

Lucas seems agitated. "Baby, what's wrong?" Andrea asks. "Sam, Dean. I didn't expect to see you here."

"So now you're on a first name basis. What are you doing here?" Jake asks.

"I brought you dinner," Andrea says."I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time," Jake apologizes.

"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?" Andrea asks.

"Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home," Jake says.

Lucas looks up and whines and grabs Dean's arm.

"Lucas, hey, what is it?" Dean asks gently. "Lucas?"

"Lucas?" Andrea says.

"Lucas, it's okay, you can tell me," Dean says.

Andrea pulls Lucas away and drags him outside. Jake leads Sam and Dean into his office.

"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 lake, and you never see him again?" Jake says incredulously.

"Yeah, that about sums it up," Dean says."And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible? And you're not really Wildlife Service?" Jake says.

Sam and Dean glance at each other.

"That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you two," Jake says.

"Ha! Busted!" Charlie yells.

"Okay, don't get too excited, that almost never happens," Dean whines.

"Yeah, well, it just did," Jo says with a smile, and she high fives Charlie.

"See now, we can explain that," Dean tries.

"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 into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again."

"Door number two sounds good," Sam says before Dean gets them into more trouble.

"That's the one I'd pick," Jake says.

DEVINS/BARR HOUSE

Andrea walks by Lucas's room late at night to see him still awake.

"Baby, what are you doing up? Come on. Let's go to bed."

IMPALA

The light turns green and the Impala doesn't move.

"Green," Sam says.

"What?" Dean asks.

"Light's green," Sam repeats.

Dean turns the wrong way.

"Uh, the interstate's the other way," Sam points out.

"I know," Dean says.

"But Dean, this job, I think it's over," Sam says.

"I'm not so sure," Dean says.

"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got it's revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest," Sam says.

"Alright, so what if we take off and this thing isn't over? You know, what if we've missed something? What if more people get hurt?"

"But why would you think that?"

"Because Lucas was really scared," Dean says.

"That's what this is about?"

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

"Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?"

Dean glances at Sam. "Shut up."

DEVINS/BARR HOUSE

Andrea has started a bath. The water from the faucet starts to turn green, but Andrea doesn't notice.

Suddenly something pulls her down and she starts screaming. Lucas starts pounding on the door from the outside.

Andrea continues to struggle, but the spirit is winning.

Outside the house, Dean rings the doorbell, and Lucas immediately opens the door, breathing hard. They run after him to the bathroom door, where water is flooding the hallway.

Dean kicks in the door and Sam runs in while Dean holds Lucas. Sam keeps pulling Andrea up until he finally gets her out of the bathtub. He holds her as the water slowly retreats into the drain.

Later, Andrea is sitting on the couch wrapped in a towel.

"Can you tell me?" Sam asks.

"No. It doesn't make any sense," Andrea responds. "I'm going crazy."

"No, you're not. Tell me what happened. Everything," Sam says.

"I heard… I thought I heard… there was this voice," Andrea says.

"What did it say?" Sam asks.

"It said… it said 'come play with me.' What's happening," Andrea cries.

Dean is flipping through a book that says 'Jake—12 years old.'

"Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?" He asks Andrea.

"What? Um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures."

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

"Bill and the sheriff—they were both involved with Peter," Sam says.

"What about Chris? My dad—what are you talking about?" Andrea asks.

"Lucas?" Dean says, looking at Lucas, who is staring out the window. "Lucas, what is it?"

Lucas opens the door and walks outside. Everyone follows.

"Lucas, honey?" Andrea says.

Lucas stops and looks at the ground, then at Dean.

"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Dean tells Andrea.

She nods and reluctantly pulls Lucas back to the house.

Sam and Dean get shovels and start digging. Eventually the shovels clank and they dig out a red bike.

"Peter's bike," Sam says.

"Who are you?" Jake says from behind them. He is pointing his gun at them.

"Put the gun down, Jake," Sam says.

"How did you know that was there?" Jake asks.

"What happened? 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," Dean says.

Andrea sees Jake pointing a gun at them and turns to Lucas, "Go to your room, sweetie. Now. Lock the door and wait for me. Don't come out."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jake says. Andrea comes up behind him.

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about," Dean responds.

"Dad!" Andrea says.

"And now you got one seriously pissed off spirit," Dean says.

"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 says.

"Yeah, and how do you know that?" Jake asks.

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton," Sam says.

"Listen to yourselves, both of you. You're insane," Jake yells.

"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 says.

"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea asks.

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

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me," Andrea yells, and he does. "Tell me you—you didn't kill anyone."

Jake looks away. "Oh my god," Andrea says.

"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," Jake explains.

"Oh god. That's horrible," Jess says and everyone nods their head in agreement.

"Yeah. But he made it right, in a way," Dean says.

"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 says.

"Alright, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now," Dean says.

Andrea looks at the lake and gasps. "Lucas!" Jake yells.

"Lucas!" Dean yells.

"Lucas! Baby, stay where you are!" Andrea yells.

A hand comes up and grabs Lucas and pulls him under. Jake sees Peter's head and stops. He recognizes him.

Sam and Dean run to the dock and jump in.

"Oh my god!" Andrea yells, taking off her jacket to jump in.

"Andrea, stay there!" Sam yells.

"No! Lucas!" Andrea yells.

"We'll get him! Just stay on the dock!" Sam yells again.

Dean comes up for air and Sam follows a few seconds later.

"Sam?" Dean asks. Sam shakes his head.

"Lucas, where are you?" Andrea cries.

Jake wades in down the shore.

"Peter, if you can hear me… please, Peter, I'm sorry. I'm so—I'm so sorry," Jake cries.

"Daddy, no!" Andrea yells.

"Peter. Lucas—he's, he's just a little boy. Please, it's not his fault, it's mine. Please take me," Jake says.

Sam and Dean come up for air.

"Jake, no!" Dean yells.

"Just let it be over!" Jake yells. Jake is dragged down.

"Daddy! Daddy! No!" Andrea yells.

Dean and Sam dive down again.

"No!" Andrea yells.

Sam comes up, shaking his head. Dean comes up, holding Lucas, who isn't moving.

Andrea cries no over and over again.

"Did he die! Oh god, no," Charlie cries, tears threatening to fall.

"You'll see," Dean says.

STREET

"Look, we're not gonna save everybody," Sam says.

"I know," Dean responds.

"Sam, Dean," Andrea says, walking up with Lucas.

"Hey," Dean says.

"We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road," she says. "Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."

"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas says. Dean smiles at hearing Lucas's voice.

"Of course," Andrea says, kissing his head.

"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car," Dean says, leading Lucas to the Impala.

"How you holding up?" Sam asks Andrea.

"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?" She says.

Sam sighs, "Andrea, I'm sorry."

Andrea shakes her head, "You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what I did, I just have to hold on to that."

"Alright, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time," Dean says to Lucas.

"Zeppelin rules!" Lucas says.

"That's right. Up high," Dean says, holding up his hand. Lucas high fives him.

"You take care of your mom, alright?" Dean says.

"Alright," Lucas says, grinning.

Andrea walks up to Dean and kisses him.

Dean just smiles and moves around the car. "Sam, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road."

They drive away.

"Damn. That was kind of a creepy episode," Jess says, and Dean laughs.

"That's a spirit for ya," Dean says.

"Alright, well, I'm gonna go to bed, so, 'night everyone," Sam says, heading to bed. Dean follows.

Jessica just watches him walk away.

Mary puts a hand on Jess's shoulder. "I'll talk to him."

Jessica gives her a grateful smile.

When she reaches Sam's room, she sees Dean already in there with him. She listens in on their conversation.

"Seriously, Sam, this has got to stop. It's getting out of hand," she hears Dean say, clearly angrily.

"I mean, cutting yourself? I had my suspicions, but walking in on you actually doing it? What if it was Jessica that walked in here? Or mom? Or hell, dad? He would kick your ass," Dean continues. Mary gets mad at that statement.

"Come on, Dean, just leave me alone," Sam complains.

"No, I'm not going to just leave you alone. You're killing yourself, Sam," Dean says. Mary feels a few tears begin to fall down her cheeks.

"Dean, please, I just need it to stop," she hears Sam says, which is confusing.

"You need what to stop? The headaches, I mean, are you having visions again?" Dean asks.

"No. You know what it is, don't act like you don't," Sam snaps. Mary furrows her brow in confusion.

"What, Lucifer? Sam, I thought he was gone, you know, for good. I thought Castiel took him for you," Dean says and she was really confused now.

"Dean, he took the hallucinations, and my insanity, I guess, but not the memories. I still remember what he did to me in hell. That's not going to go away. The cutting, and the drugs, and the alcohol, are the only things that can keep the nightmares and flashbacks somewhat at bay," Sam says.

Mary is really confused now, so she quickly walks into the room. They both look at her in shock.

"Oh, please, I can sneak around too. What are you boys talking about? I mean, Lucifer? Seriously?" Mary says.

"Mom! This is real. Sam sacrificed himself to save the world. And in doing so, he ended up in Lucifer's Cage, with the Devil himself, for 180 years," Dean explains.

"What?" She says in shock.

"Yeah. Lucifer was free, and long story short, I was Lucifer's 'true vessel' and Dean was Michael's, so when the time came for the big biblical battle, I let him in, fought back, took control of him while he was inside me, and jumped into the Cage to save the world. And I ended up being tortured by the Devil for 180 years," Sam explains.

Mary just looks at him in shock.

"Oh, Sammy, I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve any of that," Mary finally says, and she wraps her arms around him as she starts crying.

Eventually, they fell asleep, Mary crying for Sam.