DEATH IN THE WATER

Alice leaned against her motorcycle with an opened newspaper in one hand and a marker in the other. She searched through the local articles and found a strange one about Sophie Carlton, an 18 year old girl who drowned in a lake. The sources said they never found the body, nor anything big enough to pull her under.

Since it sounded weird enough, Alice took this article and marked it red as a potential hunt. She got off her bike and began heading towards a restaurant that Sam and Dean were in. Once inside, she saw Dean gesturing towards something.

"That's fun," Dean said, pointing to an attractive waitress that walked by.

Alice clicked her tongue and walked up behind Dean, smacking him in the back of the head with the newspaper.

Dean jerked up. "What?!" He grabbed the back of his head and quickly looked over his shoulder, seeing Alice looming behind him. "What was that for?" he exclaimed.

Alice didn't answer him. Instead, she placed the news article between the boys and sat down with them. "Got a case," she said. "Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, 18 years old, walked into the lake but didn't walk out. The authoritative searched through the water but came up with nothing. She's been the third lake drowning this year. None of the bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago," Alice finished and waited for the boys to start asking questions.

"A funeral?" Sam asked.

"That's weird. They buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever," Dean responded back.

"Closure?" Sam said in a mocking tone. "What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them."

His tone caught Dean's attention. "Something you want to say to me?"

"The tail for Dad. It's getting colder every day," he anxiously stated.

Alice raised a brow and leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. "Then what do you suppose we do then?"

"I don't know. Something. Anything."

Dean suddenly cut in. "You know what? I'm sick of this attitude," he said. "You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?"

"Yeah, I know you do, it's just-"

Dean cut Sam 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." He pointed to the article. "Okay?"

Sam rolled his eyes while Dean got distracted by a waitress that walked by. His eyes locked on her like a missile.

Sam shook his head. "All right, Manitoc?" He looked at Alice.

The hunter nodded. "Yeah, and its-" She was about to carry on when she noticed Dean was still distracted. "Hey!" She snapped her fingers in his face.

"Huh?" Dean snapped out of it.

Alice rolled her eye. "Anyways...it's-"

Alice took the lead and drove in front of the Impala, occasionally giving the boys hand signals, like turning left or right, 'hold' or 'pull over'. She looked on ahead and saw her destination with a big sign reading 'Welcome to Lake Manitoc WI.' It was a vacation spot, by the looks of it, with the lake and boat advertisement.

They first pulled up to the Carlton house, which was pretty remote and located right beside the lake where the victim drowned in. They headed to the house and had Dean knock on the front door. It opened up a moment later to the brother, Will Carlton.

"Will Carlton?" Dean asked.

The young man gave a slight nod in response. "Yeah, that's right."

"I'm Agent Ford," he said, pointing to Sam and Alice before pulling out a fake ID badge. "This is Agent Hamill and Carter. We're with the US Wildlife Service."

Will brought Sam, Dean, and Alice out around the house to where Bill Carlton could be seen, sitting on a bench at the dock. The grieving father remained motionless like a lifeless doll without strings, gazing out into the lake with a dead and empty look in his eyes.

Alice glanced out towards the eerie lake and felt her skin crawl just by looking at it. She felt something raise in the pit of her stomach and quickly looked away from the calm waters. "How far was she out?" she asked Will.

Will buried his hands deep in his pockets. "About a hundred yards," he said with a sullen voice, forcing himself to get the rest of the words out. "That's when she got dragged down," he nearly choked out.

"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Dean asked.

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

Sam spoke up. "So no splashing? No signs of distress?"

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

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

"No." Will only shook his head again. "Again, she was really far out there."

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

"No, never. Why? Why, what do you think is out there?"

Dean glanced at Alice as she surveyed the lake with her eyes. "We'll let you know as soon as we do," he said as Alice walked off.

Sam glanced out toward Bill. "What about your father?" he asked, making Dean and Alice stop and turn back. "Can we talk to him?"

Will looked back to his father and grimaced a little. "Look, if you don't mind, I mean...he didn't see anything, and he's kind of been through a lot."

Sam gave a nod. "We understand."

They waved Will off before heading back to the Impala.

The next stop was the police station, meeting up with the sheriff, Jake Devins, who walked them into his office.

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

"Are you sure it was an accident?" Alice asked him with a cocked eyebrow. "Will Carlton saw something grab his sister."

Jake gave her a look like he didn't believe her. "Like what?" He motioned them to sit across from his desk. "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."

Dean started to chuckle. "Yeah. Right." He gave a glance to Sam and Alice who looked unimpressed by the joke.

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

Alice crossed her legs and leaned on her arm. "Strange isn't it. This is the third missing body this year."

Jake nodded. "I know. These people are from my town. These are people I care about." He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Anyway... All this...it won't be a problem much longer."

That caught Dean's attention, and he furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"

"Well, the dam, of course," Jake spoke like Dean was supposed to know.

Dean nodded and tried to play it cool like he knew what was happening. "Of course, the dam it's...uh, sprung a leak."

"It's falling apart," Jake corrected. " 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 a lake. There won't be much of a town, either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that."

"Exactly," Dean lied.

A woman then peered through the open door and looked into the room. She smiled and tapped the door to get their attention. "Sorry, am I interrupting?" she asked. "I can come back later."

Sam, Dean, and Alice stood up as Jake introduced her. "Gentlemen, this is my daughter."

Dean immediately shook her hand and smiled, turning on the charm to the attractive lady. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean."

She smiled widely. "Andrea Barr. Hi."

"Hi."

"They're from the Wildlife Service. About the lake," Jake said to her.

A small boy then walked around Andrea into the room.

Dean noticed him and smiled. "Oh, hey there. What your name?"

He tried to be nice, but the kid had a strange reaction and didn't even glance at him. He just turned around and left the room without a word. Andrea followed after, but this time her smile fell solemnly.

"His name is Lucas," Jake answered almost sadly.

Alice stared at the child with her eyebrows raised in suspicion. She turned back to Jake. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

"My grandson's been through a lot. We all have." His words carried a deep meaning, and it told Alice that he probably lost someone too. "Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know. " Jake said and walked them out of his office.

Dean stopped and turned around to face Andrea. "Thanks. You know that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?"

Andrea smiled and answered with a kind voice. "Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It's about two blocks south."

"Two..." Dean pointed and tried to act like he couldn't understand. "Would you mind showing us?"

Andrea laughed when Dean played dumb. "You want me to walk you two blocks?"

Alice cut in with a confused look. "Dude, it's only two blocks." She lifted her hand in a 'what the hell' manner.

Dean shook off Alice's snarky comment. "Not if it's any trouble."

Andrea nodded. "I'm heading that way anyway." She saw no problem and got up, turning to Jake. "I'll be back to pick Lucas at three." Andrea leaned down and kissed Lucas on the head. "We'll go to the park, okay, sweetie?"

Dean gave Jake a wave as they left.

"Thanks again," Alice called back.

As promised, Andrea took them down the sidewalk as Dean tried to come up with a conversation. All the while, Alice wished she could just bury her head away at Dean's attempt at a pick-up.

Alice lifted her head and saw the sign for their motel. "I see it from here," she called to Andrea, smiling sarcastically. "Thanks."

Andrea nodded with a small laugh. "Two blocks like I said."

Alice laughed. "Just like you said."

Sam tried to hold his lips together to not laugh at how Alice just immediately shut down Dean's attempt to hook up with Andrea, and Dean dumbfounded face didn't help either. Alice and Andrea even started a conversation themselves and left Dean and Sam in the dust.

"It must be hard for you." Andrea glanced back to the boys, then to Alice.

Alice snickered and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm still new, but I'm sure I can handle it." They stopped in front of the motel. "All right. Thank you, Andrea." She gave one last smile to Andrea as she walked away.

"Enjoy your stay!" Andrea called back.

Once she was gone, Alice spoke again, but this time she turned to Dean. "That was just painful. I swore I thought you were smoother than this." She shook her head like she was disappointed, but the smirk on her face was apparent.

Alice walked away from the boys and headed inside the motel to check them in, leaving Dean looking shocked.

Dean turned to Sam and pointed. "You see what she did just now?"

Sam laughed and began to walk to the motel as well. "You brought it upon yourself, dude."

Sam stared at his laptop while Alice peered over his shoulder at the articles on screen. "So there's the three drowning victims this year," Sam read off.

"Any before that?" Dean asked while unpacking his clothes.

Alice looked closely. "By the looks of it. Six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. The bodies were never recovered either. Whatever's doing the plunge, it's picking up the pace."

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

Sam shook his head. "This whole monster theory, it, it just bugs me."

Dean walked beside Alice and looked over Sam's shoulder to read the article. "Why?" He asked.

"Loch Ness, uh, Lake Chaplain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing. Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it," Sam said while scrolling through the homepage.

"Wait," Dean noticed something and pointed to the screen with a familiar name on it. "Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?"

Alice pondered on the name too before remembering it and snapping her fingers. "Andrea Barr."

Sam read the page the name came from. "Christopher Barr, the victim in may," he said and opened a new page and saw a familiar face in a picture. A picture of Lucas. He was wet and wrapped up in a blanket, staring at the camera with frightened eyes. "Oh. Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently, he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Three hours before the kid got rescued." Sam scratched the back of his head. "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all."

Alice walked over to the bed and slumped down. She felt a bit nauseous when hearing the story and gave a deep breath, rubbing her eyes that suddenly felt heavy. Lucas differently saw something out in the lake that day. She was sure he was acting this way now because he saw his father get dragged down before his eyes, unable to do anything or understand what was going on. In the reality of it all, it probably took a while to sink in for the kid.

Dean spoke up. "No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you get over," he said.

Alice stared at Dean from the corner of her eyes. "No, it's not..."

Seeing the death of a family member is the hardest thing for someone to go through. For herself, Alice could still remember the day Aiden died like it was only yesterday. The figged cold of the mountain and the sudden warmth of his fresh blood on her skin. Even now, the feeling was surreal.

Dean looked over his shoulder at Alice and saw a dark and distant look in her eyes. It was a harsh kind of gaze that made him shutter. Dean wanted to ask what was wrong, but he kinda already had an idea of what was going on in her head.

The park was full of kids the following day. They all ran around like crazy, climbing on everything and playing with their friends. All except for Lucas, who sat silently by himself, coloring with his toy soldier around him like they were his friends.

Andrea looked away from Lucas and saw Sam, Dean, and Alice approaching.

"Can we join you?" Sam asked.

Andrea looked over towards Lucus. "I'm here with my son," she said awkwardly.

Dean followed her gaze. "Oh. Mind if I say hi?" he said and began to make his way over to the child.

Andrea sighed when Alice took a seat next to her. "Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing is not gonna work on me," she said with an amused look.

Alice gave her a side glance and looked back at Dean and Lucas. "I don't think it's about that."

Dean strode over to Lucas, who didn't even lift his head or acknowledge him.

"How's it going?" Dean asked and kneeled down next to the bench where Lucas was coloring. He picked up one of the green army men and smiled. "Oh, I used to love these things." He then imitated a gun and explosion sound before knocking the toy soldier down. "So crayons is more your thing? That's cool." Taking a closer look, Dean noticed what Lucas was coloring. One was nothing but a big black swirl, while the other was a red bike. Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if I sit and draw with you for a while?" Dean took a seat down on the bench and grabbed a crayon. "I'm not so bad myself."

There was nothing but silence for a while as Lucas continued to mind his own business as Dean drew on a sheet of paper next to him.

"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 really bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was your age, I saw something," Dean paused. "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 of what you saw that day, with your dad, on the lake." he tried to get through to Lucus, but the child said nothing as usual. "Okay, no problem. This is for you." Dean held up his drawing, which was nothing but four crudely drawn stick figures. "This is my family." He pointed to each person. "That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, and that me." Once again, he got nothing. Lucus wasn't budging no matter how many times he meddled. "All right, so I'm a sucky artist. I'll see you around, Lucas." Dean got up and walked back over to his friends.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident," Andrea stated.

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry," Dean apologized.

Alice leaned back on the bench. "What are the doctors saying?"

"That it's kind of post-traumatic stress."

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

"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..." she paused, leaving her words unfinished.

"Kids are strong," Alice said firmly. "They can hold in and deal with a lot of things." She spoke like she had the experience that the boys knew was true.

"You know, he used to have such a life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with his army men. I just wish..." She held her words back when Lucas suddenly walked over to them with a drawing in hand. "Hey, sweetie."

Lucas said nothing but handed one of his drawings over to Dean. He looked down and saw that it was a picture of a house. A cabin, actually. Alice cocked a brow and stared at it for a while, getting a familiar feeling from it.

"Thanks. Thanks, Lucas," Dean said.

Dean and Sam turned their head when the door to their motel room opened up, and Alice walked through. She gave them a grim look while tossing her black jacket on the chair. "So..." she began while sitting down. "I just drove by the Carlton house, and there was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead," she said in a bleak tone.

Dean gave her a baffled look. "He drowned?"

Alice nodded. "In the sink." She reached for her bag on the table and pulled out her journal. She ran her hands across the old purple leather that had a pentagram on the front. "This thing is upping its body count. The lake's draining and it knows," she spoke in a sharp panic before opening the journal. "It's running out of time."

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere," Dean said while sitting up. "This is gonna happen again soon."

Alice flipped through the pages that were cascaded in ink from decades of Cromwell hunters using it. "It took both of Bill Carlton's kids, so, it does have something to do with him, but that's not all." She looked over her shoulder as the boys grabbed their jackets to leave. "Lucus's dad, Chris—Bill Carlton's grandson."

"So we go talk to Mr. Carlton," Dean stated, seeing how that might be their only lead, but Alice only shook her head.

"The man lost his whole family. I don't think he'll talk anytime soon." Alice blinked when something popped in her head. "But I noticed something else when I was down at the house. You have the drawing that Luca's gave you?"

Dean lifted a brow and took out the folded-up picture from his jacket pocket. "Why?" he asked while handing it to her.

Alice unfolded the picture and stared at it for a moment. "I knew something about this looked familiar." She lifted the picture for them to see. "I think this is the Carlton's house."

Both Sam and Dean stared at the picture before it clicked in their heads, and it was there that they figured out that Mr. Carlton wasn't the only one who knew something. Lucas did too.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea," Andrea said to Alice and the boys that stood in her doorway after hours.

"I just need a minute," Dean tried to convince her

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

"We all know something is happening out there. More people will get hurt at this rate," Alice spoke sternly to her, getting frustrated with their lack of time.

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

Alice took a breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Do you really believe that?'" Her ice eyes stared right into Andrea's. "You can believe that, but if there's even a possibility that something else is going on, let us talk to your son. Doing something is better than doing nothing. But please..." Alice tried her best to hide her frustration so she wouldn't scare Andrea. "Let us talk to him."

Andrea could see Alice's eyes. They were as firm as a stone, and she knew Alice wouldn't give up.

Lucas sat on the floor in his room and colored away with his crayons like usual, with a dead expression on his young face. Andrea, Alice, and the boys approached the doorway and stared into his room.

Dean slowly approached the child and kneeled in front of him, speaking as gently as he could. "Hey, Lucas. You remember me?" he asked, but Lucas was unresponsive.

Alice watched from the doorway and stared at the pictures, noticing that Lucas had drawn two more pictures of the same red bicycle.

"You know, I, uh, I wanted to think you for the last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again." Dean pulled out the drawing of the house and placed it in front of Lucas. "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 didn't say a word, make a sound, or even look up to acknowledge that Dean was even there. He just kept on coloring.

"You're scared," Dean said, finally understanding what was going through the child's head. "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.

Lucas dropped his crayon and finally looked up to Dean. He reached down and picked up a drawing and handed it to Dean. The picture this time had a white church, a yellow house, and a boy in a blue baseball cap with a red bicycle.

Dean nodded. "Thanks, Lucas."

Dean drove down the road with Alice leading the way as usual while Sam looked over the picture that Lucas drew.

"Andrea said that kid never drew like that till his dad died," Dean said, glancing over to the drawing.

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

"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 said with a frustrated voice.

"All right, we got another house to find."

"The only problem is there are about thousand yellow two-stories In this country alone." Dean rolled his eyes.

Sam pointed to the church on the picture. "See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."

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

Sam scoffed and looked away, but what Dean said to Lucas still bothered him. "You know, um...what you said about mom... You never told me that before."

"It's no big deal." Dean shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?"

Sam cracked a smile and looked away.

Sam, Dean, and Alice came up to the church that was exactly like the one in Lucas's drawing, down to the staple. They glanced over and saw the yellow house with the wooden fence.

They looked at each other before crossing the fence to make their way over to the house.

They stood inside the house that belonged to an old lady, Mrs. Sweeney.

"We're 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." Dean asked the lady and Mrs. Sweeney's eye became glossy.

"No, sir." She said in a breathy tone, lowing her head and shaking it. "Not for a long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." Her voice shook. "The police never—I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared."

Alice looked over to the framed picture of Peter and lifted it up, looking at the young boy. Something green caught her eyes though. Green army men. She bumbled Dean in the side and gestured her head over to them.

"Losing him..." Mrs. Sweeney took a breath. "It's...it's worse than dying." She looked at them with her old yet sorrowful eyes that were red with potential tears.

"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Sam asked.

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." She explained.

Alice picked a picture off the mirror and looked at it. One was the boy Peter and the other next to him...

She flipped the picture over and took a deep sigh when she saw the name. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy."

Alice and the boys were breaking the speed limit to get back to Bill's house, knowing that he does have something to do with Peter's death. He was hiding something. There's a chance that it was Bill who killed Peter, and Peter came back as a pissed off spirit, looking for revenge. Either way, Bill's in trouble.

They finally got the Carlton's house and skid to a halt. Alice ripped her helmet off her head to look at the docks but saw no one there.

Sam then pointed out the sound of an engine. "Hey, check it out." He pointed to Bill going out on the lake with his boat.

They took off down the shore as their feet slammed against the sand before breaking it down the dock but came to a halt at the edge. They began to scream out to Bill to come back but the man didn't turn around. Suddenly, some unknown force caused the water to rise up and flip Bill's boat over. Bill fell into the water but didn't resurface. They were only able to watch on in horror as the water rippled like mad.

Lucas sat beside his mother in the police station and rocked back and forth almost nervously like a frightened child.

Andrea noticed and grabbed his shoulder. "Baby, what's wrong?" Just then Jake walked in along with Alice and the boys. "Alice, I didn't expect to see you and the guys here." She got up from her chair.

Jake eyed her. "So now you're on first-name basis? What are you doing here?" He walked up to her.

"I brought you lunch." She gestured to a big bag.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time."

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

That's what Alice wanted to know too. Bill was the only person they knew of that could answer the questions about Peter Sweeney's death, but now he's dead. If Bill's dead then the death's should stop as well since the spirit got what he wanted.

"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 insisted.

The color on Lucas's face drained instantly as panic set in. He jumped off his chair and grabbed Dena's arm, whining and desperate.

"Lucas, hey, what is it?" Dean tried to ask the scared child but Lucas only whined some more. "Lucas."

Andrea tried to pull Lucas away. "Lucas." She called to him.

"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." Dean patted him on the head as Lucas was dragged away.

Andrea pulled Lucas out of the station but Lucas didn't break eye contact with Dean the whole time till he was completely out of sight.

This was a whole new side of Lucas that Alice never thought she could see. He was pale and panicked to the point where he was trying to force Dean to stay for whatever reason. Alice didn't know what to think about this new situation, but she knew that it left an awful feeling in her chest when she saw his scared eyes pleading for help.

Jake throws down his jacket and went to his office to which they followed right after him. Jake sat down on his desk and Alice and the boys sat down on the chairs in front of him.

"Okay, just so I'm clear." Jake began. "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?"

Dean glanced over to Sam. "Yeah, that about sums it up." He 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 your not Wildlife Service." That remark caused their eyes to widen. "That's right, I checked. Department never heard of you three."

Alice clicked her tongue and looked away. She hated it when cops took the extra mile to confirm their identity. It always screwed things up. She could already tell where this was going.

Dean tried to explain themselves. "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 into your car, you put this town in your rear view mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again."

Hit the nail on the head with that one.

Alice groaned loudly and got up off her chair and gestured for the boys to get up as well. "Fine. We'll leave. We'll put this town in our rear view mirror and never come back, but only...and only...on one condition." She turned around and looked Jake directly in the eyes with a stony look on her face.

Jake scoffed at her. "Do you really think you have the right to make demands?" He crossed his arms and leaned back. "Go ahead, I'm curious about what it is?"

Alice smiled as she did back in Black Water Ridge. The smile that didn't reach her ears and left a chill in the air. She was pissed and when she spoke she was serious. "Then you pay for the funeral." She saw Jake's sarcastic smile fall. "You hammer the last nail into the coffin, and you dig that damn hole by yourself." She gave him the sharpest, iciest glare before storming out of the room.

Dean walked beside Sam as they headed out after her. He looked at his brother and mouth the word 'Wow'.

It was the middle of the night as Alice's sped off down the road with the Impala behind her. As promised, they were heading out of town and putting it in their rear view mirror for good, but something just didn't sit right with Alice. She had too many questions that needed to be answered. Yes, she believes that Peter was after Bill, but why was Lucas so scared and did Chris Barr really just drown or did something pull him down? Alice didn't know what to think, but it was all too strange, strange to just leave.

Alice pulled on the breaks and burned the rubber off her tires before coming to a screeching halt. Dean quickly slammed the breaks as the Impala swerved to the side to avoid hitting Alice.

Dean rolled down the window and called out to her. "Alice, what the hell are you doing!? I could've hit you!"

Alice groaned loudly and pulled her helmet off and began to shout back at them. "Are were really just gonna leave like this?" She asked.

Sam looked at her confused. "Isn't is over? If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest."

Alice's face contorted into concern. "But what if it's not? What if we leave and the murders continue. What if we missed something?"

"But why would you think that?"

This time Dean spoke. "Because Lucas was really scared, right?" He looked at her, completely understand what she was getting at because it was bothering him too.

Alice rolled up closer to the window and leaned her head in to speak clearly. "I can't help to think that it's not over." She frowned.

Sam looked between the two. "That's what this is about?"

Dean spoke. "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 rolled his eyes." Shut up."

The blaze red bike and Impala slowly drove up to Andrea's house and quickly got out, seeing the light still on even after dark.

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late, guys." Sam gave Alice and Dean a concerned look.

Dean walked up to the door and ring the bell but the moment it buzzed Lucas swung open the door, desperately afraid and breathing like mad.

"Lucas? Lucas!" Dean tried to consul the terrified child.

Alice looked passed Lucas and saw water trickling down the stairs. In an instant, she rushed past Lucas and bolted up the slippery steps, skipping almost every other one.

"Alice!" Dean and Sam rushed after her with Lucas behind them.

Her suspicions were confirmed in the most terrifying way possible. Alice ran down the hall and saw water spilling from underneath the door leading into the bathroom. She grabbed the doorknob and tried to open it but it didn't even budge.

"Damn it!" Alice cursed.

"Alice, get out of the way!" Dean warned her.

Alice moved out of the way as Dean raised his foot and kicked the door open, ripping it off its hinges. Inside they saw a bath full to the brim with murky cloudy water. Sam ran in and reached his hands into the tub and felt Andrea underneath the water. He tried to pull her up but some unknown force kept her submerged and tried it's very best to drown her.

"Alice!" Sam screamed for her.

Alice reached in and wrapped her arms around Andrea's body. They both began to pull and Andrea slowly rose up enough to gasp for air till her face was yanked back down into the water.

"Shit!" Alice was risking it. She stepped one leg into the murky water and began to push off the floor of the tub to more leverage.

They felt whatever force holding Andrea down began to loosen its grip. Alice made one more last effort to use her other leg and press it up again the wall and kicked off. Andrea was released for the water shackles in that instant and the force behind Sam and Alice's pulling caused all three of them to fall back into the floor. Once Andrea was out of the tub, she gasped for air and expelled all the murky water from her lungs, but luckily she began to breathe normally again.

Alice signed in relief. She took her coat off and covered Andrea's body with it before the tub caught her eye. She looked over the edge and saw the water slowly drain away, revealing that nothing was in the water at all to pull her down as it did. She feared this much. So it was Peter's spirit trying to drown Andrea while she was in the tub. So it wasn't just Bill's family, it's her's as well. Alice looked back at Dean and nodded to the tub with a grim look on her face. Dean just stood there holding a frighted Lucas back. The boy was as pale as a ghost.

Lucas wasn't the only one who was pale, Andrea was too. After she dried off and pulled on some conformable clothes, she sat at the table with Sam and Alice while Dean looked around the notebooks on the bookshelves.

Sam tried his best to talk to a devastated Andrea. "Can you tell us?"

"No." She said, shaking her head. "It doesn't make sense." Andrea then began to cry as her eyes became red and puffy. She covered her face with her hands "I'm going crazy."

"No, you're not," Alice said in a stern yet confident voice. She used her arms and pulled Andrea's hand away from her face. "Just tell us what happened, okay?" Her voice wasn't as soft as Sam's but it wasn't harsh either.

"I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice." Andrea said in a cracked whisper.

"What did it say?" Sam asked.

"It said...it said 'Come play with me'." Alice felt goosebumps running up her arm at Andrea's words.

Just then Dean walked over to them and placed a picture book down on the table in front of Andrea. "Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?"

Alice looked down at the picture Dean was trying to show Andrew. It was an old picture of a group of young boys with the words 'Explorer Troop 37' on it.

"What?" Andrea said. "Uh, no. I mean that's my dad right there. He must be about twelve in these pictures." She pointed to her young dad, but what caught Alice's eyes was who Jake was standing next too. It was Peter Sweeney.

Dean shared a look between Alice and Sam as the gears began to connect once again in their heads as pieces were placed together.

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

"Bill and the sheriff—they were both involved with Peter." Sam finally understood.

Alice signed deeply and ran her hands through her hair. She glanced to the side and noticed Lucas was staring out the window, motionless. "Lucas?" She called out.

Dean then noticed too. "Lucas, what is it?"

Lucas stopped staring out the window and went to the door, he opened it and walked out into the woods towards the shore as they followed after him.

"Lucas, honey?" Andrea called out.

Lucas stopped dead in his tracks upon a bed of moss. He looked at the ground then back at Dean.

Now he got it. Dean grabbed Alice by the shoulder and pointed back to the house. "Alice, I want you to take Lucas and Andrea back to the house and stay there, okay?" He looked at her then back at the moss spot.

Alice looked down at the moss spot with an eerie look. "Yeah, sure." She tapped Lucas on the shoulder and began to lead him and Andrea back to the house for the boys to dig up whatever was beneath the bed of moss.

After grabbing shovels from the Impala, Dean and Sam began to dig into the ground. They struck their shovel's into the dirt till Sam's hit something that made a 'clank' sound. They kneeled down and dug with their hands before they felt something and pulled it up. A rusty red bicycle.

"Peter's bike." Said Sam.

They heard the sound of a clicking gun, and they turned to see Jake pointing his gun at them, shaking.

"Who are you?" Jake demanded with a wary and panicked voice.

Alice looked out the window and her eyes slowly widened when she saw Jake pointing a gun at Sam and Dean. Instinctively, her hand moved down to the gun in her thigh holster. Her fingers tracing the handle as she watched Jake like a hawk.

"Put the gun down, Jake," Sam ordered and dropped their shovels.

"How did you know that was there?" Jake seemed different from usual. His cool demeanor changed completely and he was pale.

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

"Andrea." Alice moved her head over but didn't take her eyes off Jake and the boys. "You dad's here...and he's got a gun."

"What?" Andrea looked out the window and saw the scene unfold. "Oh, God. Alice, please watch Lucas." She was about to go towards the door.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Alice called back.

"No, I'm fine." She walked outside towards the scene as Jake began to yell at the boys.

Jake sneered at them with his gun still raised. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

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

Andrea ran up to them. "Dad!"

"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit."

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love," Sam said. "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 scoffed. "Yeah, and how do you know that?"

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." Sam raised his voice.

"Listen to yourselves, both of you. You're insane." Jake didn't believe them, no—more like he didn't want to believe it.

Dean spoke. "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 feared for what Jake was going to say.

Andrea stared at her dad in disbelief. "Dad, is any of this true?"

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

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that Lake. Dad, look at me." She pleaded with him and he did, he looked at her. "Tell me you-you didn't kill anyone." Jake was silent and he looked away, saying it all for Andrea and the boys. "Oh my God."

Jake's lips quivered as his gun shakes. "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." Jake's voice cracked as the truth came flooding out of his mouth. "We let the body go, and it sank." Dean gave a glance to Sam. "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."

It was worse than they thought. Without the body, they can't put the spirit to rest. "All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we ran, right now." Dean planned.

Alice's hand finally fell away from her gun and she took a breath when she realized that Jake wasn't going to shoot the boys. Her worried were still there though, knowing what happened in the past and why this thing was trying to drown everyone involved in it, including their families. They were in danger just by being this close to the lake.

"Lucas, listen, I'm going to need-" Alice turned around but realized that Lucas was nowhere to be seen. "Lucas?" She called out and walked around the kitchen to search for the silent child. Alice turned back around and looked out the window. The color drained from her face when she the familiar gray clothes standing on the dock. "Shit!" She screamed and bolted out of the house.

Dean turned his head when he heard Alice's shriek and he saw her running towards the docks at full speed. They turned to the lake and saw Lucas leaning over the water reaching his hand down into the murky unknown.

Horror rose in their faces when Jake screamed out to him. "Lucas!"

Alice broke through the forestline and came upon the dock where she saw Lucas leaning into the water trying to grab one of his little army men. She could hear a little boy's voice mix in with the air with a soft whisperer. "Come play with us!" The voice said in a bone-chilling tone.

Alice could feel a hollow pit raise up in her stomach as she feared the worse would doom this boy if she waited any longer. "Lucas!"

Her heels slammed against the wood palettes and she slid on her knees over to Lucas, snatching his hand out from the water before anything could happen. Alice breathed heavily and her face was flushed red. She stood up, taking the boy up into her arms like a protective mama bear and finally felt the cold wave of relief wash down her spine. Her skin was crawling, leaving chill bumps, but just in time. That was all that mattered to Alice.

"All right, all right...Let's get back to the house." She said in a breathy tone, closing her eyes.

Alice spun around to walk away off the dock when she suddenly heard the sound of splashing water behind her. There was a distinct noise of wet flesh hitting the wooden floor and soon felt something tug on the back of her jacket. Alice turned around and saw Peter Sweeny's empty gray eyes staring into her with his blue lips gushing up murky water. He was half reaching out of the water and used one hand to brace himself and the other to grab her jacket. Suddenly, she felt a hard pull and immediately released Lucas when the force of the yank full her back. Alice's voice shouted out for the boys before she slashed into the water, vanishing in a standing below the murkiness.

Sam and Dean ran out of the woods just in time to see Alice fall back into the lake. Jake stopped suddenly though at the bank when he saw Peter's blue face half-submerged in the water, staring a hole into him before sinking back down.

Dean and Sam ran across the deck in a dead sprint to the edge. "Alice! No!" Dean yelled. They didn't hesitate and just dove into the water after her.

Andrea ran behind them and stopped at the edge. "Oh my, God!" She grabbed her son and pulled him back away from the docks. "Where is she!" She trembled and her eyes scanned for anyone below the surface.

Dean was the first one to emerge but came up empty-handed. He called to Sam when he came back up too. "Where the hell is she?"

"I don't know! I can't find her!" Sam shook his head.

They dove back down below the water for at least three minutes to try and make another sweep. Time ticked away for them and the chances of them finding Alice alive were becoming slim.

Jake took off his coat and began to step into the water while weeping. "Peter, if you can hear me...please, Peter, I'm sorry." He floated in the lake and looked around.

Andrea looked over to see her father in the water. "Daddy, no!"

Sam and Dean surface one more and saw what Jake was trying to do.

"Jake no!" Dean called out to him.

Jake cried while sputtering out his words. "I'm so—I'm so sorry. No more...no more. Please take me. Please, Peter. Just let this be over!"

Sam and Dean jumped when there were suddenly three hallow banging noises coming from underwater with bubbles rising to the surface. They gave each other a look before diving back down.

Jake looked around and was just confused. He knew that Peter wanted him dead, but why wasn't he taking him yet? What happened?

It was all quite as the water soon calmed down for the moment before there was a break and the boys surfaced with their arms wrapped around Alice's shoulders. She gasped for air and coughed up the water that was inside her lungs as the color on her skin returned to normal. Dean helped Alice back to shore and Sam dragged a stunned Jake out too. Dean fell back and wrapped his arms around Alice from behind and gave her a pat on the shoulder, in which Alice returned with a lazy and exhausted smile

Sam sat down beside them and glanced over to her, baffled at what happened and how she got out of it. "Alice...what the hell happened down there?"

Alice took a breath and patted Dean on the arm before gesturing to her gun. "That bastard was dragging me down...so I shot him with three iron rounds."

Sam tried to process what she just said but could actually imagine Alice shooting her gun in the deep murky waters where you shouldn't be able to see anything. She was able to calm down enough to realize that she had iron rounds in her gun that would work on a spirit, and she managed to buy herself some time to get out of the water.

Dean could only laugh with a grin spread across his face. He wrapped his arms tighten around Alice's soaked body. He leaned his head down into her neck and gave a low whisperer. "You're awesome, Alice. That's my girl. "

They bodies weighed heavily with the water soaked through to their clothes. They laid along the shore with the sun beating down on them and the calm water that didn't have a suspicious ripple in sight.

Alice zipped up her riding suit and laid her helmet on the handlebars. She walked back over to the boys and tossed her bike keys into the air. "You boys ready?" She asked them.

Dean finished loading his duffel into the back of the Impala and shut the lit. "Ready when you are."

Andrea walked to them with Lucas behind her, carrying a tray of sandwiches. "Guys." She called out to them.

Alice looked past Andrea and noticed Jake trailing behind them too but his head was down, looking ashamed.

Andrea said and gestured to the tray. "We're glad we caught you. We just, uh, we made you lunch for the road."

Lucas looked to his mother and spoke with a small voice. "Can I give it to them now?"

"Of course." Andrea kissed Lucas on the head.

Dean nodded to the Impala. "Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car." He and Lucas walked away for the moment.

Sam looked at Andrea. "How are you holding up?"

"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know." She smiled weakly and looked at Alice. "Alice, are you doing fine?"

Alice shrugged. "I'm kinda used to it so..." A grin came to her lips as a laugh escaped.

Dean sat down in the car. "All right, if you're gonna talk now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time," he ordered to Lucas.

Lucas smiled. "Zeppelin rules!" He cheered.

"That's right, up high." Dean held his hand up for a high-five in which Lucas gleefully returned. "You take care of your mom, okay?"

"All right." Lucas walked back over to his mother.

Andrea smiled and wrapped her arms around Lucas before looking back at Dean. "Thank you." She said.

Alice was surprised to hear Lucas's voice, but a smile rested to her lips as she signed. She glanced over to Jake. "You gonna leave town till the lake drains, right? How are you holding up?"

Jake nodded his head slowly. "Yeah. I'm going to have Andrea, Lucas and I leave and come back when it's done." He said, but Alice noticed that he was avoiding eye contact.

Alice moved in his line of sight. "You're going to be fine. Just stay away from this town for now, okay?"

Jake nodded once more before looking her straight in the eyes. "Thank you. I don't know what else to say, just...thank you."

Alice held her hand out and Jake shook it tight. She could feel him pouring every ounce of thankfulness into his handshake and the honesty coming from his eyes too. This woman saved Lucas and almost got killed herself. There were no words he could use to satisfy his thankfulness. Just...'Thank you.'

Dean called out to Alice. "Sweetheart, we gotta go." He walked around to the driver's side of the Impala as Sam got in. "We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road."

Alice nodded and gave Jake a pat on the shoulder. She walked over to her bike and jammed her keys in, her bike roaring to life. She straddled the seat and pulled her helmet over her head.

Dean started up the Impala and Bad Company's Movin' on began to play on the radio. He gestured for Alice to take the lead as she drove up to his side. She nodded and pulled her visor down over her face, waving the family off, she burning rubber down the road, the roar of the engine screaming into their ears as she sped down off in a cloud of smoke with the Impale racing after her.