"Are you sure about this. It's pretty late, man." Sam stated as he looked towards his brother who held determined eyes. They had narrowed lightly, as they focused on the door. Hannibal was besides them, his paws scratching the door in a hurry. "Easy tiger." Dean stated lightly only to have the door being banged on a moment later. " Tiny? What-"

"He's here. He's here. Lucas!"

Tiny's voice was desperate as she banged against it. Dean pushed her to the side the moment he heard her say that, ready to bust the locked door down. Tiny however put a arm before him as the scampering of feet inside was heard. The door was quickly opened by Lucas panting desperately for air with terror in his eyes. Dean looked at him with worry clear as day in those emerald orbs as he looked at him. "Lucas? Lucas?"

He turned as quickly as he came as the group rushed in. Hannibal had scampered between the loops in their legs and crossed as fast as the large puppy could towards the stairs where he raced upwards besides Lucas. Water was dripping down the stairs from under the door to the bathroom almost allowing Tiny to slip, but with just as much effort she grabbed the side of the stairs and race forwards behind the group.

Lucas was banging on the door in desperation, but Dean was quickly in tow and moved the child as he lifted his mighty leg and mashed the door down with ease. Sam was prepared to charge in and grab her hadn't Tiny pushed forwards without any notice and raced to the tub that was filled to the brim, spilling with black water. Dean could only look on wards at her as he encased Lucas in his large, strong arms as he hid him from the terror that unraveled before him. He took his small body to his own and let his body be used as a shield to a world so cruel for a mind of innocence already tainted.

She had keeled to the ground, as her arms dove down into the murky depths and grasped the bare flesh that struggled beneath. Her hands no longer had the gloves she wore before as she grasped her flesh, bare on bare, as she gripped her tightly and began to pull her up. She grunted lightly as she was pulled down a bit herself. She took a deep breath and with all her might she pulled up, straining her muscles to give everything she could. Her necklace glowed a soft hue, flashing ever so like a flame upon her chest. Within moments the grip beneath the water let go and she had managed to wrap her arms around Andrea's gasping frame. She was sucking in air, coughing and wheezing as the water had once filled her lungs and chocked her grasp on life.

However with that moment's chance he had attempted to bring her down again only for a chocked noise to come from Tiny as her head was in the water again. "No!" where he disfigured words as she tugged one last time with everything she had as Sam wrapped his own arms around her and gave one last cool tug to the surface where the smaller female had managed to take her away from the water.

There tiny feel upon her knees, falling back on them uncomfortably as Andrea's body was pressed against her own. Her large sleeves covered some of her bare flesh, as Tiny moved lightly so that her back was facings the boys, hiding the bare body of the mother before them. Andrea held a labored breath, sucking in all she could as she coughed and struggled to understand what was happening. The Intoxication of a mind missing it necessity was torturous. It was such a burning sensation unimaginable that raked the body to a cruel and torturous demise. Here the mother suffered the aftermath of survive. It was much more harsher than if the action would have succeeded, for if it had worked, her body would feel nothing but the peace of her mind or the calamity of the world. But now she survived, and what was left was the flashes of our life and the burning pain that would never leave, that caused pain never understood before the arise and to leave a traumatic scar all over.

Andrea was suffering at this moment was a nightmare she could never had imagined.

Tiny had softly pulled her carefully, and with weak arms could not do much but attempted to tug her already battered body. Sam however was besides her, lifting up her body from her bed upon the small hunter and quickly as it was placed her upon the bed of her room. There Lucas had come towards his mother in fear and worry. Her bare body was quickly covered by Tiny's jacket for the moment for her son to see her. As quick as it was Sam was there besides the door and besides Lucas as she went to the dresser, fetching something appropriate to cover her at the moment. Her eyes however turned to Dean was besides the doorway of the room. His eyes where filled with a look she could not recognize but his brows where tightly knitted and she saw the clash of his jaw. She had pulled out her robe for a moment, walking to him quickly as his eyes never left from the woman suffering upon the bed.

"I don't mean to take you're mind from this, but Jake told us to leave and he could be here any time. It's best if one of us goes out and see what we can on this connection precisely." she lightly ushered. Dean had finally turned to her with a nod of his head as his eyes remained focused on the child crying within the arms of his weak mother. His eyes had turned to her, that faint harshness in his eyes. "I'll go. You stay with Sammy and Lucas and check to see if she's alright." His large hand clasped on her soft bare shoulders that held a light texture of scars and wear. As soon as he did he turned and went out of the room.

Tiny shook her head lightly, going to the chocking girl and covering her good. She was disoriented, with her trembling figure as she looked out towards them like a scared animal. "Sh…" she softly stated to her, her hands where hesitant, falling upon the strange material placed upon her frame and rubbed smooth little circles. Lucas had then gripped Tiny's leg, leaving her to look down as he possessed worried eyes. Quickly she had picked Lucas up and brought him to her mother who had gradually adapted to the air once more and was beginning to calm. Her arms embraced him now and for a moment she shared her fears with that embrace. There was her son, holding his mother back as he stayed strong and firm for her to hold. Tiny had then stood up and edged away lightly towards Sam's side as he watched the exchange.

"I can't believe you where right." He softly breathed out as he looked down upon the girl who held a distant look in her eyes. " In truth I was hoping it would have ended to be honest. But it doesn't matter. Now what matters is that we have to end this once and more all." Her voice too was labored and chilled to a lightly stutter. Her cold hands held within the embrace of her jean pockets as her jacket now laid to the side. "You where rather quick there." He added. Tiny had just nodded. "You kind of have to be don't you?"

And there the air was silent. All except for her soft morns as she held her little one for a moment. Within time they where ushered out so the woman may properly change. And then she came out. With her red eyes, puffed and rimmed with the lack of air and the tears, she climbed down the stairs. The wet noise echoed and there close behind her was her watching son.

She climbed down to see a steaming cup of tea being poured lightly into a mug. She saw it there before her as she register the movements she made to sit there and to cup her trembling hands around the steaming mugs and a few moments more for the heat to come to her as the hot liquid softly trailed down her throat.

Tiny had put the stuff away, carefully from where she found them and then grasped Lucas' hands lightly. The worry and the fear still brimmed his eyes. He grasped onto her as he looked at his mother. There she softly crouched and spoke nothing but the sweet things she could. She was not very good with children, her words much different from theirs. But she tried, and she tried and she tried and he held onto those dear words to held suffice for the rapture of his mind.

Sam looked at Andrea, her dullness, her tremble, and her whole being. His eyes looked at her softly and he spoke careful words. The only thing that he noticed when he sat besides her and looked at her where those chirps from the birds that twinkled so lightly. That the sparks of light and a new day where drifting before them as they themselves pretended to be immortal to the challenge of time. His lips pursed and then spoke words that he tried to bring out.

"What can you tell me?"

"No."

Dean was below where the light was dim and the lamp held enough glow to illuminate the papers where there. His callous fingers dug quickly through the archive in search for what he need to complete the mystery he knew they must uncover. His eyes quickly filled through the shelves and turned, grabbing a spiraled book, a photo album, as he glanced lightly turned it over quickly and placed it down to the side, grabbing another one and another one.

"It doesn't make any sense." Andrea's face was of a dullness, a fearful tone of the almost death experience. The light outside was bright, and it illuminate the tired features upon her face. It would look to have been any happy day, a lovely day, hadn't it been for the torments of the truth and of the mind.

"I'm going crazy." she cried out as she shook her head in disbelief. Her hands rose to her face and covered it as her cries sounded softly before the youngest Winchester. "No, you're not." Sam stated softly, in a sweet and calm manner that could only be perfected by the youth with his sympathy and his hardened laugh so shattered and sought for.

"Tell me what happened - everything."

She was silent for a moment, her hands covering her mouth as her whimpers laid silent. Her eyes remained closed. And for a moment it seemed like she would say nothing. "I heard-" she began to say with the softness of her tired voice and a rasp raw from fright and tears. "I thought I heard… there was this voice." Her hands unfolded from before her and turned to look at him with her wide eyes.

"What did it say?"

"It said- it said, 'come play with me.'" And the quiet sobs came from her throat. "What's happening to me?" and there her face folded into her hands again as she cried.

His callous hands finally enveloped a hard covered book. The tap on the front held a note, a simple little note.

Jake - 12 Years Old

His narrowed eyes fell into a trance for a moment as he gripped it. As quickly as he did, the eldest Winchester of the party flipped through the pages as his eyes quickly scanned the photos and the scribbles before him. However he stopped for a moment. His narrow eyes had then turned wide and that serious turn had turned to understanding and surprise. He quickly shut it and brought the book with him, leaving the scene to provide the evidence.

"Do you recognize the kids in this picture?"

Tiny stood by the doorway, with little Lucas gripping her leg as he looked out with large eyes. Dean had brought the photo album before Andrea, where Sam had sat besides her. Dean had rested his palms upon the table as he leaned forwards, looking towards Andrea.

"What?" She asked for a moment as she then looked down towards the image. "Um, no, I mean, except that's my dad right there." She spoke as she glanced at them. Her hand coming forwards as she looked at the images. "He must have been about 12 in these pictures."

" Chris Bar's drowning - the connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been the sheriff." Dean informed as he looked at them and then to Sam. "Bill and the sheriff - they were both involved with Peter." "What about Chris? My Dad-what are you talking about?" Andrea asked.

Lucas softly tugged Tiny's leg who looked down to see the boy. Hannibal was dutifully besides him with sharp eyes that looked around, holding a whimper in his own throat. "Lucas, is there something wrong?" She stated in a soft voice. His eyes turned to her and then motioned towards the window. Quickly she had followed his step and held onto his shoulder as he looked out. His eyes then casted back to her and then outside. Her eyes where there, seeing what was before her as he pointed outside.

Tiny's eyes fell wide as she realized what this was about. "Oh, goodness."

"Lucas? Lucas, what is it?"

Tiny turned to see Dean look at them with concerned eyes. Her own with a wide mouth and eyes to match as she nodded towards him. Lucas didn't say anything as they all turned to look at the child. Quickly Tiny had walked towards the door knowing he was going out as he looked at her and then out the door. Tiny glanced at Dean motioning for him to follow as Hannibal and herself where quickly at his heel.

She stood besides Lucas as he held a light grip on her hand as he walked forwards. Dean, Sam, and Andrea where quick to follow as Hannibal had raced forwards before them all. "Tiny what's happening?" Dean voiced as he looked at her. She took a light gulp. "Bicycle…?"

She wasn't completely sure but her guess was him. It wasn't a pleasant thought at all, but it was there and most likely it was the only thing to share. "Bicycle, what bicycle?' Andrea asked as she then shook her head. "Lucas, Honey?" She called out.

He then froze upon a spot where Hannibal sat. Flat and covered with grass he looked up to Dean was stood before him. "You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" He spoke as he looked at the boy, turning his head to Andrea. His eyes then landed on Tiny. "I want you to stay with them, alright?" Dean spoke as she nodded. "Of course." she spoke lightly as she saw Andrea grab her son and tug him along as he looked up and followed. Tiny trailed behind them close to their heel as she turned back to look at Sam and Dean, and evidently Hannibal as well.

Sam and Dean had quickly gone out to grab shovels, already to come back and see that Hannibal had already begun digging, his paws quickly digging into the dirt as he made a direct hole at a certain point. He barked as he looked up at them as they came. Yipped again, and then went back to his digging only to jump to the side as both of them dug the shovels on his spot. Every quickly beneath a light layer of moss, Sam's shovel hits something metallic. Quickly they both go on their knees and start digging with their hands only to be helped by the pup as well.

Tugging, and pulling, Hannibal jumped back as the males of the party pulled out the bicycle that Tiny said would possibly be the thing Lucas had lead them to. " Peter's bike." Sam breathed out. Hannibal quickly barked and growled at the coming stranger. The brothers had both turned as Jake cocked his gun and pointed it at them. "Who are you?"

"Put the gun down, Jake." Sam stated as he lightly began to drop the bike.

"How did you know that was there?"

"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 stated as he looked at him straight on with a gun ready to shot at him.

Andrea and Tiny where by the window, looking at Jake hold a gun to the boys. Tiny scowled lightly as she saw this. "Dang it." She stated. She heard her pup barking and yipping from all the way over here. Andrea turned to her son quickly, crouched down as looked at him, "Go to you room, sweetie. Now lock the door and wait for me. Don't come out" She stated.

"Andrea-"

"Stay with Lucas." Andrea stated as she looked at the hunter. "But I have to watch the both of you, we have to stay together." Tiny voiced as she looked at him. She shook her head. "I'll handle my dad, go get Lucas please. Another gun won't help this one, he's my dad." She begged her as her hand had instinctively fallen towards the hilt of her pistol. She nodded with as she looked at her. " I'll be by the house, if anything happens I'm going over there." She spoke honestly.

Andrea nodded as she quickly turned to the door and rushed out.

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

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney 35 years ago. That's what the hell we're talking about.-"

"Dad!"

"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit." Dean spoke as he looked towards the both of them. "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 finished off.

"How do you know that?" Jack stated with the gun pointed at him. "Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." Sam stated as he looked at him. "Listen to yourselves, both of you. 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. Tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake."

"Lucas."

Tiny spoke to Lucas who was by her side, looking through the window as he did. She stood besides him. "Things don't always turn out okay do they." She asked. Of course the child was told to go into his room and lock the door, but Lucas didn't want to do that. He knew what was happening whither the other adults believed it or not, he knew what was to come.

He looked up towards her, her arms where crossed and her eyes where narrowed, looking out towards the stretch before them where Lucas' grandfather held a gun up to her companion's forehead. She wanted to go out there, but she also knew that she could. Dean was with Andrea, and she had Lucas to watch over, she couldn't let him go. He could be anywhere, come from anywhere and he wasn't going to risk that.

She looked down at him, holding a hand on his shoulder. "I'm gonna get my jacket real quick alright?" she asked as she looked at him. He did nothing but look out and she did. She took careful steps towards the couch where her jacket resided and placed it upon her arm. The bundle was neatly folded and then she turned to go back to where the child was. Her eyes looked out in surprise. Lucas was no where in sight and she began to panic.

"Lucas"

She quickly looked all over from where she was, rushing upstairs and checking his bedroom. Quickly she went in there to see no sign of life within the house and quickly there she looked through the window to see none other than Lucas running out. Her eyes widened as she yelled out "Let's just talk about this!" She scampered down the stairs, almost tripping as she raced after him, running as fast as her legs could. " Stupid! Stupid!" She called out to herself as she trailed behind him quickly.

"Come play with me."

Her skin crawled as she heard the voice echo and whisper. Her blood ran cold. She began to pant as she realized what was happening. She raced outside towards Lucas as she watched him run out.

"Lucas!"

"Dad, is any of this true?"

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

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me! Tell me you didn't kill anyone."

Jake had turned silent. His eyes drifted away from her as he took a deep breath. His body almost in a panic as he couldn't believe his past was unwind him in such a manner. "Oh my God." She spoke as she realized her father truly did such a thing.

"Billy and I were at the lake." he began to say, his gun lowered as he looked at his daughter slightly. "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."

Silence fell though the air as he breathed out raspy breaths, his voice shallow and saddened by the past he never wanted. There eyes gazed on, listening towards the story he told as the sadness did linger. "Oh, Andrea." He stated with a deep breath and tired eyes. "We were kids. We were so scared." He tired to reason. "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 spoke to her as her face gazed else where, her body trembling again.

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

"Lucas!"

All eyes had turned towards Tiny running off towards Lucas who was running towards the water. Her body was going as fast as it can from her short legs. He had quickly keeled by the pier and placed his hand down, reaching for the water. Tiny had quickly snatched him up, holding him up in her arms tightly. Lucas turned to go back into the water but she had tugged him fiercely this time. " No Lucas! No, this is dangerous, you're in danger! Lucas!" and she pulled him again and again as she managed to pull him towards the middle as she struggled.

A ghosts allure was sometimes hard to resist from a child and she knew this one was using all it's might on Lucas. She lifted him up instead and was about to run out.

"Lucas!"

"Lucas!"

"Lucas! Stay where you are!"

"Tiny get him out of there!"

Dean ran faster the moment he saw that gray arm emerge from the water, grasping her ankle and tugging her down into the water. Her scream was loud the moment she felt it, kicking it away only to fall on her back as Lucas got out of her arms. Just as fast it emerged from the depths to snatch the arm out towards the water and tug him down.

"Lucas!" She cried out as she quickly got up, and dove into the dark murky waters below. She swam as quickly as she could, her body doing deeper and deeper to see his outstretched hands reaching and flailing for her. Her hand quickly grasped it, as her necklace illuminated a speck of the water and the spirit below sent a loud screech within the water, loosening his grip for a moment as she pulled him up. Quickly she brought Lucas up to the water again and with all her might she swam over towards the platform, but she was too far out.

Dean and Sam had quickly raced upon the planks of wood and dove down into the depths themselves. "Oh, my god!" She cried out, ready to take her jacket off and jump in. Sam had surfaced up however and yelled back out. "Andrea, stay there!"

"No, Lucas!"

"We'll get him. Stay on the dock."

Dean had came up to the surface again, gasping for air as they looked. " Sam?" Both of them dove down in the water again. Dean had swam to where Tiny was and a glow of light fell upon his eyes again and within a moment there she was with her arms around him as she struggled to get up. She had launched herself up, her hair flipped back as she pushed Lucas above her, his body barely grasping air as she pushed him to Dean. He had quickly swam to grab him only to see Tiny launched to the side of the dock. Her back arched as she hit it straight on and she cried out.

"Tiny!" Sam cried out as he saw her crash against it with a large amount of force. Dean held his grip however it wasn't as powerful against this spirit as quickly as it was he was being pulled down too by the spirit. He struggled to get up as his breath was burning him from holding it for so long.

"Peter, if you can hear me, please, Peter, I'm sorry. I'm so-I'm so sorry." Jake cried out as he removed his jacket and climbed down into the water. "Peter! Lucas-he's just a little boy. Please. It's not his fault. It's mine. Please take me!" "Jake, no!" Dean yelled out when he lost the struggle and dove up quickly only wanting to dive down again.

"Just let it be over!"

With that his body was dragged from below, deep into the murky depths below. Dean immediately dove under again and this time he had come up with Lucas in his arms, lifting him high above the water.

The world was numb. There was no sound, no sense of touch but that of a burning sensation. Was it built by the cold or the hold of darkness in your eyes. She wasn't sure what to think as Tiny opened her eyes to see the dullest hues of colors paint the waves before her. His emerald eyes of fresh grass with hints of morning due was the only color she could recognize now. Shut off from the world, blackened from a mess of thorns. Above him with the mass dug deep from below the water.

It was silence. And with such silence comes the never ending numbness of time.

Tiny fell in step with the Winchester, her bags where with her and her jacket placed upon her body once more. Dean himself carried his own cargo bag and with it he tossed it in as well as Sam. The eldest placed his hands within his jeans and dug for the keys of the car.

"Look, we're not gonna save everybody." Sam stated as he opened his hands to his sides as he looked towards his brother. "I know." Dean spoke simply as he looked out in front of him. His eyes narrowed into that constant look of concentration he had, that constant look of times where thoughts would never drift away.

"Sam, Dean, Tiny."

Their eyes turned to see Andrea and little Lucas walking towards them. Dean smiled lightly. "Hey." He stated as the group walked forwards towards the two. "We're glad we caught you." Andrea began to say. "We just, um, we made you lunch for the road. Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself." she stated. Sam smiled lightly as did Tiny with those tired eyes as she crossed her hands hooked on her jeans and she gave a lovely little smile to him.

"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas spoke in a soft, quiet voice. Dean grinned, with a closed mouth and that little way he always tended to do with the crease of his lips lifting up more on one side. "Of course." Andrea said as she leaned down to kiss his head.

"Come on, Lucas, let's load this in the car." Dean stated as he came forwards to take the plate of sandwiches. Lucas was besides him as he happily walked side by side. Sam, Andrea and Tiny stood besides one another, looking at both Dean and Lucas together as Hannibal stood besides the boy's legs.

"How you holding up?"

Andrea turned to look at Sam at that. "It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything you know?" she stated with a sigh. Sam turned to look at them. "Andrea, I'm sorry." Their eyes turned onto tiny as she looked out towards the duo by the Impala. Andrea shook her head with a small smile. "You saved my son." She stated. Tiny merely shook her head. Her eyes where tired and dull as she could barely move, sore from the hit she got earlier. " If I had watched Lucas more carefully, maybe you're father would have been fine, maybe he didn't have to do die." She spoke loosely as she looked at Andrea. "It is my fault. I messed up." Andrea shook her head. "You saved my son. You ran out there and you pulled him out and you fought back. I can't ask for more than that."

Both of them turned to look at her. Tiny held soft, saddened eyes that looked at Andrea smile lightly back at her. "Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold onto that." Sam smiled lightly and placed a hand on Tiny who held a slight awkward curve of her lips as she looked on.

Dean placed the sandwiches down on the seat and took a seat himself. "Ah. All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it back to me one more time. Zeppelin Rules!"

"Zeppelin Rules!"

"That's right. Up high."

And with that Lucas clasped his own hand against Dean's. He gave dean a toothy grin in return. "You take care of your mom, okay?" Dean asked as he looked at him. "All right." He stated back. Andrea, Sam, and Tiny had then walked off towards the Impala. Dean had then stood up only to have Andrea lean forward on the door and place a gently kiss upon his lips with a soft little click of noise. He looked at her with almost disbelief and a softness in his eyes. "Thank you." She stated with a smile.

Sam and Tiny both leaned on one another, holding that smug look on their faces as they looked at Dean. Sam raised a brow as he looked at the charming one as he rubbed the back of his neck. Those little huffs of a chuckle escaping Tiny as she stood right besides him, touching him arm and arm.

"Sam, Tiny, move your ass." He stated as he then walked off. "We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road." Sam had then sat inside the car, shutting the door. Tiny had opened the back motioning for Hannibal to come along. Lucas for once rubbed his head lightly on the dog's head who yipped lightly and jumped into the back with his master. The engine then roared to life as Andrea and Lucas stood by the side and gave a little wave.

She leaned back as the car went on. Her eyes a tad bit lidded as she turned to the side, and that little smile formed on her face. This was the Hunter's life. One where the kindness of strangers where sometimes there, one where you discover the misguided truths of the world and the sad story behind them. There always seemed to be a story behind everything. This life was one on the road. One where the home you had was simply the car you saved lives with.

This was the life she was now in. This was what was going to be. At the end of the day this is what she'll grow to be good in, and with time she knew she wouldn't be the only one to die with her in this bloody stench of a life.

Author's Note

Hello lovely people. I decided to update really quickly after the last one because I felt this was well deserved for that long week of no internet. Well I am getting less chapters that the previous episode but it's still like really, really long. I'm sorry. But I'm getting there okay. I hope you like this. I really do. Please leave a comment or review to tell me what you think. This would mean a lot to me. Or just send me a smiley. It makes me happy.

Thank You for Reading! :3

With Love,

VioletFlame14

P.S. Through this whole thing I was tempted to be Dean in the Water.