DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of this. For those reading it I skipped episode 2 because there wasn't enough material for me to add Bridget into the mix. This one thankfully did.

S1 EP3 DEAD IN THE WATER

Bridget sat in the booth of the restaurant, reading one of her Rachel Caine novels while Dean flirted with the blonde waitress, a newspaper in front of him and Sam was in the bathroom. He'd come a long way in the last two weeks following Jess's death by the bastard demon that had not only killed their mother but her brother, nephew, and sister-in-law in the same fashion, not to mention the blonde glowy eyed demon that had shot her fiancé the same night years ago. He was doing better than she could have imagined, but that's what these Winchesters did apparently. Swallow away emotion and move on with it. She did the same thing though the emotion tended to rear its ugly head now and then.

Dean smiled at the waitress as she walked past and Sam sat back down next to her in the booth. "Dude you do know we're allowed to have fun," he pointed at the blonde. "That's fun."

"For you," Sam mumbled.

Dean pushed the newspaper towards him and Bridget. "Here, take a look at this, I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, 18, 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."

"A funeral?" Bridget questioned. "With no body?"

"For closure or whatever," he shrugged his shoulders.

"Closure," Sam repeated. "People don't just disappear. Other people just stop looking for them."

"What are you trying to say, Sam?" Dean asked.

Bridget sat back, recognizing that tone. It was his getting pissed off tone and once Dean was mad – he was mad.

"I'm just saying the trail for dad gets colder and colder every day."

"Exactly, so what are we supposed to do?" Dean asked raising his eyebrows.

"I don't know, something, anything."

"You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I want to find Dad as much as you do," Dean said with a sneer.

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

Dean cut him off, leaning a bit over the table. "I'm the one who's been with him every single day for the last four years, while you've been off going to college and pep rallies. Hell, Bridget's been there the last three. We will find Dad, but until then, we are going to kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?"

Bridget would have found it to be a good speech had the waitress not walked by and Dean's head hadn't followed her. She snorted, meeting Sam's eyes who shrugged his shoulders. "Okay," he said to Dean and snapped his fingers in front of his brother's face. "How far to this lake?"

The car ride was only four hours and Bridge was starting to see the benefits of getting the back seat, she could stretch her legs out across the seat more comfortably. It was better than being cramped under the dashboard all day. Easier to read her books too. They pulled up to a cabin and got out of the car, Bridget adjusted her denim skirt and retied her boots, noticing Dean watching her with a smile, taking in her legs.

She asked without looking up at him, "Dean, do you want to eat dirt?"

"If I get to tap that it may be worth it," he admitted.

"Then I hope the dirt is real sweet today," she said and took a step towards him, but Sam's arm blocked her and redirected her towards the house. "You two can settle this later, I promise, because I think I'll get a kick out of seeing it, but we have work to do." He handed her an ID from the lockbox in the back of the car.

She sighed and walked up the stairs with the two. A young man answered the door then.

"Will Carlton?" Dean asked.

He nodded. "Yeah. That's right."

"I'm Agent Ford, this is Agent Hammil and Agent Fisher," he pointed at Sam then Bridget. "We're with the U.S. Wildlife Service."

He nodded and walked out with them to stand near the lake. His father was sitting on a bench by the dock as Will talked. "She was about a 100 yards out. That's where she got dragged down."

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

He nodded. "She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in the lake. She was as safe out there as she was in our own bathtub."

"No splashing?" Sam asked. "No signs of a struggle?"

He shook his head, "No that's what I'm telling you."

"Did you ever see any shadows in the water, Mr. Carlton?" Bridget asked.

He shook his head and gave her a warm smile. "No and you can call me Will."

She hid the wince that wanted to come out from the name alone of her dead fiancé but was pretty sure she didn't hide the tension in her body as she felt Dean briefly touch her elbow. "I like to keep things formal, Mr. Carlton. Part of the job. Did you ever see any strange tracks in the sand?"

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

"We'll let you know as soon as we do."

Sam gestured at the older gentleman by the shore. "What about your father? Can we talk to him?"

He glanced over at his father and sighed heavily. "Look…if you don't mind, I mean…he didn't see anything and he's been through a lot."

Bridget nodded her head. "We understand."

They turned and walked back to the car. "Where to next?" she asked as she got in the back seat.

"Ranger station," Dean answered and started the car as she leaned forward between the two.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, turning his head to look at her.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, his name…"

She shrugged. "So, it was Will. It's going to take a lot more than someone having the same name as my fiancés to get me to break down, Sammy," she ruffled his hair with a smile. "I'm like a rock."

"Just checking," he said.

"Thank you for the concern," she nodded.

"That's my brother," Dean said. "Always takes care of the emotional bullshit."

"Aweee, I saw you cared," she nudged his shoulder. "You touched my arm."

"Yeah, so? It was because he was flirting. Only I can do that."

"Whatever you say, Han Solo," she snorted.

They pulled up to the Ranger station and went straight in and ended up speaking to a man named Jake for fifteen minutes in an unending argument. Even the air conditioning wasn't worth it to her.

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

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

"Like what?" he asked and gesture for the three to finally sit down. Bridget was more than happy to take a seat. "There are no carnivores in the lake. There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it's the Lochness Monster."

"Yeah," Dean chuckled humorlessly. "Right."

The Ranger shook his head sadly, "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, and there was nothing down there."

"That's weird though," Bridget said with a fake puzzled frown. "I mean that this is the third body to go missing in that lake in a year."

"I know," he seemed older in that instant. "These are people in my town. People I care about. Anyway it won't be a problem much longer."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Well, the dam of course."

"Oh yeah…" Dean nodded. "It uh…sprung a leak."

"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."

Dean nodded eagerly. "Oh yeah. Of course."

The door opened behind them and they turned to see a young woman standing there. She was very plain Jane looking but in this town she might as well be Miss America, very girl next door looking and judging by Dean's posture, she was good enough.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized. "I'll come back later."

"Gentlemen and lady, this is my daughter," Jake said, motioning her into the room.

Of course Dean was first to put his hand out. "Hello, I'm Dean."

"Andrea Barr, hi," she said with a smile.

"They're here from the Wildlife Service about the Lake," her father said.

A small boy no older than seven walked around her into the room then.

"Well hi there," Dean said. "What's your name?"

He walked out of the room and Andrea followed him out.

"His name is Lucas," Jake said.

"Is he okay?" Bridget asked.

"My grandson's been through a lot. We all have. If there's anything else I can do for you, just let me know."

"Thanks," Dean nodded as they followed him out. "Now that you mention it you can point us in the direction of a hotel."

"Lakefront motel," Andrea said. "Go around the corner. Its two blocks down."

"Two?" Dean said. "Would you mind showing us?"

She laughed. "You want me to walk you two blocks?"

Bridget and Sam rolled their eyes.

"Not if it's any trouble," he smiled.

"I'm going that way anyway," she turned to her father. "I'll be back to get Lucas at three."

She walked out of the station and they were walking down the street, Sam and Bridget a little behind Andrea and Dean but still in earshot.

"So cute kid," Dean said.

"Thanks," she nodded.

"Kids are the best, huh?" Dean said.

Bridget snorted and turned it into a cough.

"There it is," Andrea pointed to the hotel. "Like I said. Two blocks."

"Thanks," Dean said.

She smiled as she started to walk away. "Must be hard with your sense of direction. Never being able to find a way to a decent pick up line."

Bridget laughed out loud now as she walked away. "Oh, I like her because you, Dean, are pathetic."

"Kids are the best," Sam repeated staring at Dean. "You don't even like kids."

"I love kids!"

Bridget folded her arms over her chest. "Name three kids you know."

Dean was silent biting his lip and Sam and Bridget exchanged a glance.

"I'm thinking!" he argued.

Bridget tossed her bag on a bed that she was sharing with Dean once again, in other words it would be a long night of blocking every pass he tried to make. Sam was currently busy on his laptop. "So besides the three drownings this year we have six more spread out over a 35 year period."

"So we got a lake monster on a binge?" Bridget asked and sat down on the end of the bed.

"The whole monster thing is bugging me," Sam said.

Dean frowned at the web page. "Christopher Barr. Where have we heard that?"

Sam read on. "He was one of the drowning victims. Andrea's husband. He took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a wooden platform when his dad drowned…it was two hours til he was rescued…looks like there was an eye witness after all."

"No wonder the kid was freaked out…watching your parent die isn't something you get over."

She touched the chain around her neck, "No, it's not. Poor kid…" She stood up, adjusting her top. "Looks like we're going to the park."

"Why?" Dean asked.

"Andrea's there," she grabbed the room key and that was enough to get Dean out the door. With a chuckle Sam and her followed after the puppy dog.

Sam walked over to the bench Andrea was sitting on. "Mind if we join you?"

She pointed at Lucas sitting at a table coloring. "I'm with my son."

"Oh," Dean touched Bridget's arm. "Mind if we go talk to him." They walked over to Lucas. Dean sat up on the table while Bridget stood at the end of the table next to Lucas.

"Hey Lucas. I'm Bridget, this is my friend Dean," she smiled at him. He glanced at her and went back to coloring.

"So how's it goin'?" Dean asked him and picked up one of his toy soldiers. "I used to love these as a kid," he noticed Lucas was more into coloring. "Okay, you like coloring. That's cool. Chicks dig artist."

Bridget nodded, "Very true. We like sensitive guys."

Dean stuck his tongue at her and she looked over the drawings handing them to Dean. One was a giant swirly black thing, the other a red bike. "I like drawing too, I'm not so bad at it," he handed a paper and crayon to Bridget. "Neither is she." Dean drew on the paper. "You know. I think 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. And Bridget, she can relate."

She nodded, drawing on her pad on paper. "Yeah, I lost my family a few years ago…something got them…not sure what it was though, just like you and I didn't tell anyone except Dean because it sounded crazy. But it didn't mean it wasn't real."

"Anyway," Dean continued. "Well maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you, or uh…or believe you. I want you to know that we will. You don't even have to say anything, you could draw me or Bridge a picture about what you saw that day with your dad on the lake. Okay, no problem. This is for you." He handed the picture to him. "That's me, my mom, my dad, and my geek brother…okay I suck at drawing."

Bridget handed hers to him, even in crayon Dean was impressed. It was a picture of her, Dean, and Sam, realistic looking too though it was in purple. "This is for you too…it's a rough sketch, but…this is me…and my new family now." She ruffled his hair as he looked at the drawings. "We'll see you later."

"I didn't know you could draw," Dean said in awe.

"I was going to school to be a fashion designer. You need art skills. Besides, you never bothered looking through my sketch book."

"What sketch book?"

She rolled her eyes. "The one I keep in the back seat and I draw in at least once a day."

"That's what you're doing. I thought you were writing."

She rolled her eyes, "You're unbelievable."

"Lucas hasn't said a word," Andrea was saying. "Not since his dad died."

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

"What are the doctor's saying?" Sam asked.

"Post traumatic stress disorder."

"That can't be easy, for either of you," Bridget said.

"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 trailed off.

"Kids are strong," Dean said. "You'd be surprised what they can deal with."

Lucas came running up to them then and handed Dean a picture, he glanced at it then back at the kid handing it to Bridget. "Thanks buddy…we better be going though. Got lots of work to do."

Back at the hotel, Dean was watching TV on the bed. Bridget had her sketch pad out, pencil moving swiftly across the pad as inspiration hit her, while Sam was out getting food. She glanced at Dean, hand moving over the paper without looking for a moment as she took in the details, though she'd drawn Dean quite a few times before. Still there was always something new she could find in him to reflect on paper. Him relaxing on the bed, not a thought in his mind was a rarity she had to capture.

Sam came in the room just as she was adding final touches and set the food bags on the table with the keys.

"So I think its safe to say we can rule out Nessie," Sam said.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked sitting up.

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

Bridget set her sketch pad down. "He drowned?"

"Yep, in the sink," Sam said with a nod.

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

"Yeah," he sat down in a chair. "But what is it?"

"I don't know. A water wraith maybe. Some kind of demon? I mean something that can control water…from the same source."

"Like the lake," Bridget added on.

"Which would explain why it's upping the body count," Sam said. "The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months. Whatever this thing is, it knows it's running out of time."

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get anyone, anywhere. This is going to happen again soon," Bridget said.

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

"It killed both his kids," Dean nodded his head and grabbed at his car keys, then reached into the bag and grabbed a burger. "Let's go pay him a visit."

Mr. Carlton was sitting on the bench near the lake, grumpy with reason at them. "I don't care who you are. I've answered enough questions today."

"Your son said he saw something in the lake," Bridget asked. "What about you, Mr. Carlton? With Sophie and Will's death we think there may be a connection to your family."

"My children are gone," he said wearily, looking out over the lake. "It's…it's worse than dying…go away…please."

She nodded and they walked back to the car.

"What do you think?" Sam asked.

"I think the poor guy has been through hell," Dean admitted. "I also think he's hiding something."

Bridget stopped and looked at the house with a frown. "Maybe he's not the only one who knows something," she tapped Dean's arm and pointed at the house.

"I'll be damned," he took out the drawing Lucas made him from his jacket pocket. The Carlton house was identical to it.

After stopping by at Andrea's and getting another drawing from Lucas of a church, a town and a boy on a red bike in front of a yellow house, the three found themselves driving around town, looking for it.

"Andrea said Lucas never drew like that til his dad died," Bridget said from the back seat, holding the drawing out so the two could see it over the back of the front seat.

"So what if he's tapping into it somehow," Dean said.

"Looks like we have another house to find. It's the only lead we have," Sam admitted taking the drawing from Bridget.

"Only thing is there's a thousand yellow houses here," Dean muttered.

"Yeah," Bridget pointed out the window. "But that church looks unique."

Dean put the car in park in an empty slot and the three got out, looking at the church and at the drawing and there was a yellow house next door. "We have a match."

He knocked on the front door and an older lady answered and let them in after an introduction. "We're sorry to bother you ma'am," he apologized standing in the yellow painted living room. "But does a little boy live here. Might wear a blue baseball cap, ride a red bike."

"No, not for a long time. Peter's been gone 35 years. The police never – I never had any idea what happened, he just disappeared." Bridget tapped Dean's arm and pointed to the toy soldiers on the table.

"Did he disappear from here? The house?" Sam questioned.

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home from school, he never showed up," she said.

Dean looked at a picture on the mantle and read the bottom "Peter Sweeney and Bill Carlton". He showed it to Sam and Bridget, the missing link of another puzzle. It was time to talk to ol' Bill again.

"Thank you for your time ma'am," Bridget said and hustled the boys out.

They were driving to Mr. Carlton's not two minutes later.

"Okay, this Sweeney kid vanishes, and it's connected to Bill Carlton somehow," Dean stated the obvious.

"Yeah, Bill sure as hell is hiding something," Bridget nodded in agreement.

"And Bill – the people he loves – are all being punished," Sam added.

"So what if Bill did something to Peter," Bridget asked.

"What if he killed him?" Dean asked.

"Then Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge," she answered as they pulled up to the Carlton house.

They walked around the back towards the lake. "Mr. Carlton!"

An engine sounded in the distance and they watched as Mr. Carlton drove his boat out onto the lake. "Oh God," Bridge muttered and the three ran towards the dock shouting.

"MR. CARLTON!" Dean yelled. "YOU GOTTA COME BACK!"

"DON'T GO OUT THERE!" Bridget shouted coming to a stop at the end of the dock, waving her arms.

"TURN THE BOAT AROUND!" Sam yelled.

It seemed to be to no avail and the three jumped startled as the boat was hit by a massive force that sent it into the air and crashing into the water, capsized, but there was no sign of Mister Carlton. Sometime during the explosion, Sam had put his arm protectively around Bridget and she grabbed on, never seeing anything like that before. It was one very pissed off ghost. And it had annihilated the entire Carlton family.

They were walking into the sheriff's office thirty minutes later, seeing Andrea and a very uncomfortable looking Lucas. "Sam, Dean, Bridget, what are you three doing here."

"So you're on a first name basis now?" her father asked her.

She held out a bag to her father, "I brought you dinner."

"I don't have time sweetheart."

"I heard about Bill, is something wrong with the lake?" she asked.

"Right now we don't know. Why don't you take Lucas home," he suggested.

Lucas whimpered and grabbed onto Bridget's arm with one hand, clutching Dean's with the other. "Hey, what's wrong, sweetheart?" Bridget asked him.

"It's okay, Lucas, it's okay," Dean reassured him.

Andrea managed to move her son from the two of them and take him outside. Once the door shut did the Sheriff start on them. "Okay let me get this straight…you see…something attack Bill's boat, who is a very good swimmer by the way, into the drink, and you never see him again?"

Dean nodded, "That about sums it up."

"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? I called, they never heard of you three."

"Look we can explain," Sam started but he got cut off.

"The only reason you're all breathing free air is because a neighbor said she saw Bill drive his boat onto the lake. 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 admitted.

"That's the one I'd pick," the Sheriff agreed.

It was dark out now as they were driving down the street, stopped at a light. Bridget rested her chin on the front seat, staring out at nothing just as Dean was. She imagined he was thinking of Lucas too. Of how scared that little boy was and how he clung to them, so afraid.

"Green, Dean. The light is green."

To even her surprise he turned left.

"Uh, Dean, the interstate is the other way," Sam said.

"I know," he said.

"Dean, the job is over," Sam said.

"I'm not so sure…"

"Neither am I," Bridget admitted.

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

Bridget added in, "All right, Sam, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done. You know, what if we missed something? What if more people get hurt?"

"But why would you think that?"

Dean answered for both of them, "Because Lucas was really scared."

"That's what this is about?" he questioned.

"I just don't want to leave town till I know the kid's okay," he told him.

"I'm with you on that," she patted his shoulder.

"Okay, Dean, who are you and what have you done with my brother," Sam asked.

"Bite me," he said and parked outside Andrea's house.

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late man."

"We just want to make sure he's okay," Bridget said, she reached out for the doorbell but the door flew open and Lucas stood there panting, alarming her. "Lucas? What's wrong?"

He grabbed her hand and hurried her up the stairs, Dean and Sam right behind her and pointed at the bathroom door where water was pouring out. He let go of her hand and pounded on the door.

"Shit," Dean muttered and hurried to the door. "Lucas, out of the way!"

Bridget was already pulling him back, hugging him to her while Dean kicked down the door. Bridget moved to go in but Lucas clung to her so she watched from the doorway as Sam and Dean both reached into the tub, trying to pull Andrea out. Finally Sam managed to pull her out of the tub and the three fell to the floor, Andrea coughing up water. Bridget handed Sam the robe she found on the back of the door to cover her up in, still holding onto Lucas.

They managed to get Andrea calmed down and dressed and downstairs after awhile, by that time the sun was coming up. Sam sat next to her on the couch while Bridget sat across from them with Lucas still attached to her as Dean went through scrapbooks and photo albums in one of his must find modes.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"No it doesn't make any sense," she said and started crying. "I'm going crazy?"

"No, you're not," Bridget said, running her fingers through Lucas's hair. He'd fallen asleep an hour ago.

"Tell us what happened," Sam asked her. "Everything."

"I heard…I thought I heard…there was this voice," she said.

"What did it say?"

"It said…come play with me," she said. "What's happening?"

Dean brought over a scrap book and pointed at one of the pictures. "Do you recognize the kids in this picture?"

"What?" she looked at it. "Umm…um, no. Except, that's my Dad right there. He must have been twelve when that was taken."

Dean held the picture to Bridget who managed to maneuver herself away from Lucas to see it, he awoke and sat up a moment. Andrea's father was standing right next to Peter Sweeney in the picture. "Chris Barr's drowning…the connection wasn't to Bill Carlton, it was the sheriff."

"Bill and the sheriff – they were both involved with Peter," Sam agreed.

"What about Chris?" she frowned. "My dad – what are you talking about?"

Bridget looked up and saw Lucas staring out the window. "Lucas? Lucas, what is it?" She moved over and crouched down next to him. He took her hand and she stood up, following him outside. He stopped next to a couple of trees and stared at the ground. She got the message so did Dean as he patted the kids shoulder. "Good work, kiddo." He looked at Andrea. "You and Lucas should go inside."

Bridget looked at Dean and Sam, "Looks like you and Sam got some digging to do."

"Aren't you going to help?" Sam asked as they grabbed shovels out of the nearby shed.

She shook her head, "I'm in a skirt and boots, not exactly digging clothes, besides, you strapping young men can work it out."

Both grumbled and started digging as she watched. They didn't get no more than three feet when there was a thud and Bridget helped them dig up the rest with her hands and pull up the dirty bike that was clearly red despite being buried for 35 years.

"Peter's bike," Sam said.

"Who are you?"

The three looked up, eyes wide as Jake, Andrea's father, stood there with his gun drawn on them. "Put the gun down, Jake," Dean said.

"How did you know that was there?" he asked angrily.

"So what happened? You and Bill kill Peter and bury his bike? Nothing stays buried, Jake," Bridget said.

He moved the gun to her, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You and Bill killed Peter 35 years ago, that's what we're talking about," Dean said and Sam took the opportunity to move in front of Bridget, slowly moving her behind him and out of the gun's way.

"DAD!" Andrea yelled as she came hurrying towards them.

"And now he's one pissed off spirit," Dean said.

Sam kept his arm around Bridget, keeping her back, "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."

"Yeah, and how do you know that?"

"Because that's exactly what he did to Bill Carlton," Bridget answered from around Sam. Damn, he was tall even in her boots he had a good eight inches on her.

"Listen to yourselves," he said."You're insane!"

"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."

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

"No, don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous," he said.

"Look who's talking," Bridget snorted and Sam moved her behind him again though she fought to stay just behind his arm this time.

Andrea wasn't buying it, "Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me. Tell me you didn't kill anyone…" her father looked away from her and she put a hand to her mouth. "Oh my God."

"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. 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," he explained.

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

Bridget nodded and moved around Sam glancing towards the docks and grasped Sam's arm. Everyone noticed Lucas on the dock kneeling over to look at the water at the same time.

"LUCAS!" Jake shouted and the lot ran towards the deck just as he was putting his hand on the water.

"LUCAS!" Bridget shouted.

"Stay where you are, sweety!" Andrea called out. A hand reached out of the water, wrapped around Lucas's arm and pulled him in. "LUCAS!"

Dean dove into the water after him just as Andrea was taking off her jacket, Bridget grabbed her as Sam jumped in, "You stay here with me,"

"My son."

"I know, but it wants you too," she said and held onto the woman, watching the water.

"DADDY! NO!" Andrea shouted and she turned to see Jake walking into the water, calling out for Peter to take him and leave Lucas alone, that he was the one Peter wanted. Jake suddenly disappeared dragged down and Bridget had to hold her tighter. "DADDY! DADDY! NOOO!"

She stroked the woman's hair, holding onto her as she cried and watching the water for Sam and Dean, they had surfaced once each with no luck. She was hoping Jake's sacrifice would work and that Peter would be forgiving enough to let Lucas go. Sam came back up shaking his head and Andrea screamed, and would have fallen to her knees had Bridget not braced herself for that. Dean surfaced then, holding a coughing sputtering Lucas. Andrea gasped and moved to the edge to help pull him up and hugged him to her still crying but now in relief. Bridget gave her hand to Sam, helping him out of the water, getting wet in the process before helping Dean out and standing, nearly as soaked as the rest. Dean smiled and she followed his gaze to her chest, her black bra could be seen through the tan shirt.

"One word Dean and you go back in the lake," she warned him.

"It might almost be worth it," he mumbled. "Where's Jake?"

Bridget shook her head and looked out over the lake. "He's gone…"

Dean nodded, more serious now and wiped a hand over his face. "Let's go get some dry clothes," he looked at Bridge. "You can stay wet…"

She smiled and shoved him, causing him to fall back into the lake. "So can you."

They had their stuff packed, ready to leave the motel. Bridget put her sketchbook and book in the back seat and shut the door standing with the brothers. Andrea approached them. "Sam, Dean, Bridget."

"Hey," Dean smiled as they approached.

"We're glad we caught up with you," Andrea said and pointed to the tray Lucas was carrying. "We brought you guys some lunch. Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."

"Oh sweet," Bridget smiled. "I'm a sandwich person."

"Can I give it to them now?" he asked his mom.

"Go for it," she said.

"Come on, Lucas, let's put this in the car," he said directing the boy on where to go.

Bridget watched them and stood near Sam. "So how are you holding up?"

"It's going to take a long time to sort through everything you know."

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

"You guys saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold onto that."

Dean and Lucas came back from the other side of the car and Andrea walked to Dean and kissed him. "Thank you."

He managed to scratch the back of his head and clear his throat, "Sam, Bridge, move your asses. We're gonna run out of daylight."

They waved and took off down the road. Bridget sat in the back, sketching now, drawing the endless road through the windshield. Dean switched on his radio and noticed the fold of paper for the first time on his cassettes with the word Dean written on it in elegant writing. Glancing at the empty highway he unfolded the paper and found himself looking at a drawing of himself on the bed in the motel room watching TV. He smiled and glanced at the review mirror but Bridget was drawing. "You could have drawn me doing something more manly."

"What's more manly than you watching TV…or eating…I have a few in here of you eating."

"I want to see," Sam said twisting around after seeing her realistic sketch of Dean.

She glanced up putting her pencil behind her ear. "Okay, you can go through them."

She leaned across the seat so Dean could glance. There were three or four of Dean stuffing his face and he shook his head.

"So not me."

"Yeah right," Sam snorted and skimmed through the pages.

"I have more in my older sketch book, this one I bought two weeks ago so it's all newer stuff. Mostly landscapes," she told him and he turned a page and stopped on a drawing of himself on his laptop, detailed down to the stripes on his shirt.

"Wow, Bridge…" he said in awe.

"You were so away in your head I thought you wouldn't mind."

"I don't, it's great. My favorite is still the one of Dean eating a hamburger though. Very realistic."

"Oh, I have one of him eating a sandwich too, just as great. He's got the chipmunk cheeks and everything."

"Okay, very funny," Dean said sarcastically.

Sam laughed looking at it, "That's priceless."

"All right! Enough!" Dean said.

"And here's another," she scrolled through, leaning over across Sam to turn the page. "When he was eating all these pancakes, it was all you can eat. He took advantage."

"Will you two stop!" He said, but Bridget was skipping to another drawing. It was going to be a looonng car ride.