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Lexi's POV:

Dean and I were sitting in a diner looking for a job like usual. Dean was scratching and circling things in the newspaper while Sam went to the bathroom.

Our waitress came back to our table. "Can I get you anything else?" She knelt down on the table and her boobs nearly fell out of her top. She looked at Dean and you could tell she meant 'anything else' as in anything else, he grinned. I could see Dean already planning how to escape from me and Sam. Thank god, Sam saved me from a really awkward situation.

"Just the check, please," Sam slid in next to me and smiled a little up at her.

"Okay," She walked away with a huge smile on her face directed to Dean.

"You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while," Dean pointed at the waitress who was wearing really short shorts walking into the kitchen. "That's fun." When Sam didn't say anything to him, Dean just handed him the newspaper he was circling a while ago. "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?" I asked Dean.

"They buried an empty coffin. For uh, a closure or whatever," Dean shrugged.

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

"Something you want to say to me?" Dean raised his eyebrow.

"The trail for dad—it's getting colder every day," Sam said again for the millionth time.

"Exactly, so what are we supposed to do?" Dean asked him.

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

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

"Yeah, I know you do, it's just—"

"I'm the one that's been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?" Dean interrupted him. They had a stare down till a waitress walked by, distracting Dean.

"All right, Lake Manitoc. Hey!" Sam snapped his fingers in front of Dean's face.

"Huh?" Dean said.

"How far?" I asked him.

We pulled up in front of the house that was supposed to be Sophie's, the dead girl's house. We got out of the car while Sam moved quickly to the door to ring the bell. A guy not very old answered it.

"Will Carlton?" Dean asked; the guy had such a sad look on his face.

"Yeah, that's right," he answered.

"I'm Agent Ford; this is Agent Hamill and Agent Aniston. We're with the U.S. Wildlife Service." Dean introduced us.

"We're here to investigate your sister's death," I spoke up for the first time, watching as Will flinched at the word death.

Will stepped outside and we moved aside for him to pass; he closed the door and started heading for the lake in the distance. For the first time, I noticed someone sitting on a chair at the edge of the dock.

"She was about 100 yards out. That's where she got dragged down." As we got closer, I could see that it was actually an old man on a bench just staring at the lake.

"Are you sure she didn't just drown?" Dean asked, it was after all a possibility and we always had to make sure that it was something supernatural that did this.

"Yeah; she was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as she was in her own bathtub," Will muttered in answer. There goes the idea of a normal death.

"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" Sam asked softly this time.

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

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

"No. Again, she was really far out there." I sighed as I already saw the mental picture of me doing research.

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

"No, never. Why? What do you think's out there?" Will asked us, but I just shook my head while Dean answered.

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

I sympathized for that boy, I really did. He looked awful, too many sleepless nights and no food entering the body could do that to you.

Just when Dean turned to walk back to the car, Sam spoke. "What about your father? Can we talk to him?"

He turned to look at his father, still sitting on the bench out on the dock. "Look, if you don't mind, I mean…he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot." I sighed at his answer.

"We understand," I said to him and he nodded in relief. I gave him a small smile then walked with Sam and Dean back to the Impala.

Once we got in, I asked the question that I was most dreading. "Research time?"

"Yup, unfortunately; so where do you think, Sammy? Library or…?" Dean let the question trail off. I, too, didn't know where we should go next; the library didn't seem like a good place to look for information. I mean, what were we gonna look for when we only knew that a girl drowned in a lake, nothing else.

Clearly, Sam had already figured it out. "The ranger station. We can look for records of drownings in the lake before," Sam suggested. I agreed and Dean nodded his head.

Pretty soon we were pulling up in front of what looked like a police or ranger station. We got out of the car and went in. We saw an old officer or possibly a sheriff with gray hair and a wrinkly face. He looked tired and upset. Dean went to introduce us to him.

Sam and Dean filled him in on who we were and what we were doing here. I stood next to Sam just listening and nodding.

"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?" Jake, who turned out to be sheriff, asked with suspicion. But we knew how to handle people who questioned us.

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

"Like what?" Jake started walking and we followed him into an office. He motioned to chairs. "Here sit please. There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake. There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness monster," Jake joked and we laughed humorlessly.

"Yeah…right," Dean mumbled through his lifeless chuckles.

"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," he tried to assure us.

"That's weird though I mean that's…that's the third missing body this year," I retorted, I mean, how dumb could these people actually be?

"I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about," I sighed at his answer. If he really cared about them, he would have searched more. The girl was a varsity swimmer, for Christ's sake!

"I know," Dean sighed. I could tell he was thinking the exact same thing as me.

"Anyway," Jake sighed, "all this—it won't be a problem much longer."

I cocked my head to the side, at least now the story got more interesting. "What do you mean?" I asked Jake.

"Well, the dam, of course!" Jake exclaimed like we were idiots for not realizing the dam. I looked at Dean and Sam; they tried to act like they knew but I was at a loss.

"Of course…the dam. It's uh…sprung a leak," Dean quickly tried to make-up an excuse for our lack of knowledge.

"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."

"Exactly," Dean said.

A young lady then knocked on the door and we all turned to look at her. She had black hair and a nice face but she seemed sad. This is apparently a very sad town. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dean and Sam get up, so I got up too. When I looked at Dean, I saw a big smirk on his face.

"Sorry, am I interrupting? I can come back later," The woman politely asked and I liked her.

"Guys, this is my daughter," Jake introduced us and we smiled.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean," he stretched his hand out so that she can shake it.

"Andrea Bar. Hi," she smiled and I waved a little when her eyes landed on me.

"Hi," Dean said once again and I could feel the tension start to grow, thankfully though, Jake broke it.

"They're from the Wildlife Service about the lake," Jake clarified and Andrea looked taken aback. That sad look on her face just increased.

"Oh," she said and then a little boy came walking in. He had long brown hair and red cheeks. He was very cute. But he had his head down and just stood there, quietly.

"Oh, hey there. What's your name?" Dean tried to talk to the boy but he just walked away without speaking, and Andrea left to follow him. I turned to Jake with questioning eyes.

Jake stood up and started walking out and we followed him. "His name is Lucas," We saw Lucas and Andrea in the other room; she was giving him something out of a box.

"Is he okay?" I asked, feeling sad for Lucas for no reason. The town must be getting to me.

"My grandson's been through a lot. We all have," Jake starred off at Lucas for a moment then turned back to us, "well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know."

We started walking out but Dean turned back to Jake. We were now in front of the exit and we saw Andrea standing to our left. "Thanks. You know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced hotel," Dean asked Andrea.

Andrea spoke. "Lakefront motel, go around the corner, it's about two blocks south," she motioned with her hands to the motel's general direction.

"Two…" Dean paused, "would you mind showing us?" That was when I figured out Dean's side plans. I saw Sam ever-so-slightly shake his head with a hint of a smile forming on his lips.

Andrea laughed, "You want me to walk you two blocks?"

I laughed too at the way it sounded.

"Not if it's any trouble," he smiled sheepishly but still he managed to make it look arrogant, somehow.

"I'm headed that way anyway," Andrea turned to her father and talked to him, "I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three." Then she looked at Lucas, "We'll go to the park, okay sweetie?" She kissed him on his head then started walking. I waved back at Jake and he nodded at me with a small smile.

"Thanks, again."

We all followed Andrea outside but Sam and I let Dean walk next to her while we fell behind a little so we can listen and watch.

"So…cute kid," Dean started. I nudged Sam and he snickered with me; we both knew Dean hated kids.

"Thanks," she said.

"Kids are the best, huh?" I heard Dean say and I laughed loudly but Sam put his hand over my mouth while he stifled his chuckle.

Andrea ignored his comment and we walked a little further. Dean walked awkwardly for a moment and I tried my best not to laugh. We stopped suddenly and I saw the name of the building and realized we were already here. "There it is. Like I said; two blocks." The building said, 'Lakefront Motel'.

"Thanks," I said with a smile. I was already embarrassed by Dean. I tried to show a little respect.

She answered Dean though, "Must be hard with your sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line." She started walking away then turned back to us one more time and shouted, "Enjoy your stay!" She strolled away, and I kept starring at her back as she disappeared. I stood there with my mouth open and then…I let out the loudest laugh ever.

"Oh my god, Dean! Haha, she completely blew you off!" I was still laughing and I could hear Sam's chuckles too. I couldn't see him though 'because I was really into Dean's facial expression, it was hilarious.

"'Kids are the best?' You don't even like kids," Sam said.

"I love kids," Dean protested.

"Name three children that you even know," Sam challenged Dean knowing that he'll lose. Dean tried to think and it was a moment before Sam just waved his hand in a 'forget it' manner and walked into the motel. Dean scratched his head still racking his brain for an answer. I rolled my eyes still watching him.

"I'm thinking," he shouted after Sam.

"What a rare thing for you, Dean," I teased as I headed after Sam; I could hear Dean's footsteps as he followed me inside. Just as I walked in, Sam turned to us with a room key. We all went upstairs and followed Sam as we walked through the hallway and came to a stop at a door. He opened it and we headed inside.

There were two beds in the middle of the room. Off to the side, were a table and two chairs. The other side of the room had a couch and a small ancient looking TV. The bathroom was off to the side. As I looked around the room, I realized that our bags weren't here.

"Dean? The bags—" Just as I started talking, I saw Dean come into the room with our bags and I frowned. Usually, I was very aware of everything around me; I hadn't realized that Dean went out of the room, closed the door, took some time, and came back with the bags.

"Already a step ahead of you," Dean winked then proceeded to dump all the bags onto the floor; after Sam took his laptop bag, of course. I just shook my head and went to take my bag. I was eyeing one of the beds a lot but after another minute of thinking, decided to take a shower first. I was jumpy since I woke up this morning, maybe a nice hot shower can help calm me a little. I walked to the bathroom and called out to Dean and Sam that I was gonna take a shower. When I heard no protest, I went in and locked the door behind me.

The bathroom was beige; it had a mirror on a wall and the sink under it. The toilet was to the side and shower stall was in the corner. I shrugged and turned to start stripping. This wasn't exactly what I wanted in life, but I wasn't about to argue for a result that wasn't going to happen.

I took off my jacket, and then my shirt came off. I remembered that I needed to turn on the water, so that's what I did next. After I adjusted the water to the temperature I wanted, the rest of my clothes were off. I stepped in the shower, letting the hot water run over my hair and then my body.

The water was hot but it did miraculous things to my muscles; I was so tense that I could actually feel my muscles straighten out and relax. I sighed in relief and just leaned against the wall enjoying the feeling. I didn't get a lot of moments like this and I hated the fact that most of the time, I had to be wide awake and alert. The only time I had to myself to relax was in my sleep. Sometimes though I had nightmares, it was very unusual still since…

I never dream.

It wasn't something that I hated but it never bothered me before. Whenever I sleep, I just…sleep; like all-I-can-see-is-black kind of sleep. It was never a problem and I never cared. From time to time nonetheless, I still question my inability to dream, but I always shrugged it off as something ordinary.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I noticed that the water had gone cold. I shivered; it was really cold. I quickly turned off the water and stepped out. I grabbed a towel and dried myself. I saw my bag next to the door and I opened it, got a clean pair of underwear and put them on. I found my jeans on the floor and put that on. Then I dug though my bag till I found my favorite black shirt. Lastly, I pulled the shirt over my head then I pulled it down. I quickly towel-dried my hair; it became wavy. I brushed it to get all the tangles out. When I was younger, I wanted my hair to be really straight, now that I'm older, I happen to really like my hair. It was cut so that it wasn't all the same length. From the front, it was short and then it became longer the further back the hair went. All in all, it was the shape of a V. And I liked it that way.

Once I was finished, I unlocked the door and walked out. The steam inside the bathroom slithered past me. I saw Dean and Sam talking with the laptop facing them so I went and sat on one of the beds to listen to the conversation.

"So there's the three drowning victims this year," Sam said while starring at his laptop.

"Any before that?" Dean questioned; he was unpacking.

"Uh yeah…six more spread out over the past 35 years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace," Sam guessed, I agreed with him.

"So what, we got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean questioned again. But something, I couldn't place my finger on, irritated me.

"This whole lake monster theory—it, it just bugs me," I confessed, Sam and Dean both directed questioning eyes at me.

"Why?" Dean asked me.

"Loch Ness, uh Lake Champlain—there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing. Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it," I stated; earlier today, Jake said that there was nothing at all in the lake. It was a bit weird if it was a monster that lived down there.

Dean walked to where Sam was sitting and starred at his laptop, he pointed to something on the screen that I couldn't see. "Wait, Bar, Christopher Bar. Lex, where have I heard that name before?" Dean starred at me.

"Bar…Andrea Bar," I recalled from my memory. Sam and Dean usually reserved questions like this to me; I had a really good memory. That's what I thought at least.

Sam started reading from whatever webpage he had opened, "Christopher Bar, the victim in May," I came to stand next to him and sat on the armchair. I saw Sam open a link for more information. "Oh…Christopher Bar was Andrea's husband. Lucas's father. Apparently, he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned, two hours before the kid got rescued. Maybe we have an eyewitness after all," well, that explains why that kid was so freaked out. Sam pressed on a picture and it showed us Lucas. He was wet; he wasn't crying or anything though but his eyes, they looked terrified.

"No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over," Dean said. I starred at Dean; I was reminded of the fact that Dean was old enough to remember mom dying. I looked down and listened to the silence that stretched on and on. We were all thinking of the same thing.

I stopped myself from thinking more about mom and her death and started thinking of Lucas again. So he saw what happened and we needed to know what happened. The tricky part was, how are we going to make Lucas talk?

The park was full of little children, some running around and some were crying to their mothers while pointing at another small child. Most of them were on the slides and swings. But what I noticed the most was their laughs and smiles. It made me smile. Must be nice to not have a single care in the world.

Sam, Dean, and I walked a little further and spotted Andrea. She was sitting on a bench starring off at a little small someone. A closer inspection showed that that little person was Lucas.

"Can we join you?" Sam asked politely. She looked back and forth between us.

"I'm here with my son," she said with a smile.

"Oh…mind if I say hi?" Dean said before I could. I wanted to talk to Lucas but since Dean asked first, I let him go. He didn't wait for Andrea to answer; he just started walking towards Lucas.

Andrea turned to us with a half smile on her face. "Tell your friend this whole "Jerry Maguire" thing's not gonna work on me," she said.

"I don't think that's what this is about," Sam smiled back at her. He sat down after I motioned to him that I'll go after Dean. I saw him talking to Lucas. I was curious, so I started walking towards them. I heard Sam and Andrea talk again and I walked a little faster to them. I didn't really want Dean and Lucas to see me so I stood back a little but still in hearing range.

I saw Dean take a seat next to Lucas, but his back was still to me. I inched a little closer so now I could see what they were doing. Lucas had white papers in front of him. There were some that were drawn on; a red bicycle was on one and another paper had a picture of a black hole. He was currently working on something, but I couldn't see; I wasn't that close. Dean started talking again and I just listened.

"You know, I'm thinking you can hear me; you just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel," Dean paused as he took a deep breath, "when I was your age, I…I saw something." He paused again here; I could see him stare off in the distance like he was seeing something other than the park we were in, probably reliving her death. "Anyway…well, maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you, or uh…or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything; you could draw me a picture about what you saw that day with your dad on the lake." Dean stopped talking and waited for Lucas to give any sort of reaction but got none. "Okay, no problem. This is for you," Dean handed Lucas a paper; I noticed then that Dean was drawing something, too. I couldn't see what was on it however. "This is my family," Dean pointed to the people he drew; guess it was a picture of us. "That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, my silly sister, and that's me," I smiled a little; it was very rare for me to see that side of Dean. "All right, so I'm a sucky artist. I'll see you around, Lucas."

Dean got up and turned around. He was surprised to see me standing there but then he shrugged and started walking towards me. I waited for him to reach me so we could start walking back together to Sam. I didn't want to bring up anything from what Dean said. I was probably better off not getting into that conversation with Dean. That was our way of dealing with things; shrug it off, ignore it, or never mention it and move on.

We reached Sam and Andrea, and she noticed our disappointed faces. "Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me—not since his dad's accident," Andrea told us.

"Yeah we heard. Sorry," I said. Andrea looked at me and nodded.

"What are the doctors saying?" Sam asked her.

"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress," she said, but her tone implied that she did not believe them.

"That can't be easy, for either of you," Sam had that pity look on his face that I knew so well.

"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…"

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with," Dean told her; it was true. Based on personal experience, that was one hundred and one percent true.

"You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish…" She trailed off as she saw someone coming; we turned around and saw Lucas heading our way. "Hey sweetie."

Silently, Lucas handed Dean a picture and I smiled. Yeah, kids were strong.

"Thanks…Thanks Lucas," Dean said as Lucas walked back to the bench he was at. Even Andrea looked impressed. Sam and I looked at each other. This was a start.

I tried to get a glimpse of the picture. When Dean noticed, he moved a little closer to me so that I could see. It was a picture of a house. The top was red and it had black windows. The picture didn't really tell much, but we would try.

"Well, it was nice seeing you again, Andrea, but we have to go," Dean said. She nodded and waved to us. We walked back to the Impala and got in.

"Where to now?" I asked. I hope it wasn't anywhere else but the motel. I was really tired, especially since I saw that bed.

"The motel, I'm tired." Dean said.

I sighed in relief and daydreamed about the bed and how comfortable it would be. Okay, so maybe I knew it wouldn't be that comfortable but it didn't hurt to imagine. It was weird though, I wasn't usually this tired; I just shrugged. I was so exhausted that I didn't bother to try to understand my sudden lust for a bed.

Once we reached the motel, I lifted myself out of the car and stomped all the way up to the room.

I could hear Sam and Dean's footsteps behind me. Once they reached it, they both gave me strange looks.

"Lexi, are you okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, just really sleepy," I shrugged. I didn't miss the look Dean shot Sam but before they could say anything, Sam opened the door and walked in. I followed after and once I saw one of the beds, I sighed happily and flung myself, shoes and all, on the bed.

"At least take your shoes off, Lex," Sam said, but I ignored him and snuggled deeper in the pillow. I heard a sigh then I felt my shoes being pulled off. I just moaned in thanks and I think Sam understood me. Next I felt my jacket being pulled off, but this required me moving my arms and I protested, but Sam just pulled it off somehow still.

I felt really happy now and just sighed once more. "Thanks," I mumbled, but the pillow muffled my voice. Nonetheless, I heard Sam's whispered 'you're welcome' and I faintly recall something touching my hair. I think it was Dean's pat but by then I was too far gone to really notice or answer back.

Somehow though, this unnatural sleep…it didn't feel quite right.

It was dark and cold. I turned around in a circle to get some sort of sense of where I was, but it was night, I could see very little. I could see trees to one side and to the other was nothing.

Literally nothing, it looked like I was in some sort of desert but the mist made it hard to tell. All I could make out was the shape of trees in the distance. I looked up and I noticed clouds hanging above. They were dark and gray and I heard thunder in the distance. I turned back around and just stood there waiting…I was waiting for something. I didn't know what though. I looked around but all I could see was the white fog that was everywhere.

I shivered as I heard another loud bang that clouds made when they hit each other. I looked down and realized that I was barefoot. I was only wearing my jeans and black shirt from earlier. I looked back up and behind me when I felt something. I couldn't see anything but the hair on my neck stood up and goose bumps rose all over my arms.

My instincts told me to run but I was scared to move. Actually, I was more like terrified. The place looked haunted and I could feel my arms shake. Where were Sam and Dean? Why weren't they here?

I felt haunted. I don't know why I was feeling it but I felt so alone and cold. It smelled like…like death.

Right then, I heard the loudest clash and it snapped me back to myself. I took off running.

I started running towards the trees, I was scared and when I felt something wet hit my cheeks, I realized I was crying. I pushed myself to run faster. Running wasn't a problem but I didn't know what I was running from.

I ran and I didn't stop. The trees now were passing me by in a blur. It was really dark under the trees and I couldn't see where I was going. I was getting winded but I pushed myself more and ran faster.

I faintly heard my name being shouted and it made me lose focus on where I was placing my feet. I tripped and I fell hard. My hands and knees took the fall and I discovered that I landed in mud, my clothes were destroyed. I shook my head and ignored the pain in my palms. I just started running again on the same path I was on before.

I heard my name being called again, but louder this time. I ran faster. It seemed, the louder the voice got the faster I ran.

"Lexine?"

Faster.

"Lexi?"

Faster.

"Lexi!"

I reached my top speed; I just couldn't force my legs to run any quicker and then…

Everything just disappeared.

The trees were gone and so was that haunting feeling. It was morning again. The sudden light hurt my eyes. I stopped running then and I doubled over as I held my chest. I couldn't take my breath fast enough.

When I did however, I stood back up and as I looked down at myself, I realized how much that fall affected me. I was covered in mud from head to toe but thank god, it was just on my clothes.

I looked around me; apparently I was in the trees still. But instead of the trees looking scary, they looked beautiful. I heard the sound of water and defined the sound as a waterfall. When I turned around to find the waterfall, I froze.

In front of me was the most gorgeous boy I have ever seen in my life. And I've seen a lot. He was…beautiful. And handsome. And…innocent, well, he looked innocent although the smirk on his face said the exact opposite. He looked like he was trouble too, but it was the kind of trouble that you wanted to get in.

But it wasn't any of that that had me gaping like a fish. It was his eyes. They were so blue, that I didn't think they were real. He had eyes the color of the ocean but his eyes were light and dark and they had a hint of gray in them. They were also twinkling with humor.

"Lexi?" The boy said, "Why are you covered in mud?"

And then I woke up.

I shot straight up from the bed. A quick scan of the room told me I was in the motel with Sam and Dean. My heart was beating so fast, and my breath was coming in short gasps.

"Lexi?" Sam sat up next to me. When his face came in view, I noticed that his eyes were wide with alarm. "What happened?"

"I…had…a…nightmare," I said between gasps. I was starting to calm down now; I knew I was safe with Sam and Dean.

"Nightmare?" Sam nearly shouted; I winced at his loud voice. I didn't want him to wake up Dean.

I looked up at Sam and shrugged. I mean, was a nightmare that impossible?

"Lexi, it looks like you ran across Canada then hugged a brownie," Sam said. I let out a laugh then stopped when I realized he wasn't kidding.

"What?" I got out of bed and went to the mirror that was hanging on the wall.

What I saw made my blood run cold. I was still dressed in my black shirt and jeans but I was covered in mud from head to toe. My face was really pale, my hair was windswept, and my eyes were wide with alarm. I starred in horror as I made the connection in my mind. But that wasn't possible. It just wasn't.

"I'm trying to sleep here, you idiots. Keep it down." Dean mumbled. I couldn't answer him however, I was still in shock.

"Lexi?" Sam pulled me out of thoughts. He was inching closer slowly like he was afraid I would run. How would I explain this to him?

Dean woke up when he heard Sam. He got up slowly and took a good look at the both of us. When his eyes landed on me, they widened.

"Lexi? What the fuck happened?"

"Where did you go?" Sam asked me slowly.

"I…I didn't go anywhere, I swear…I had a…nightmare," But as I said nightmare, I hesitated; it didn't sound convincing even to me. It was either I was crazy or…crazy.

"Why don't you go shower first? We'll talk about this more later," Sam suggested. I sighed gratefully, at least that gave me some time to think of a believable excuse.

"Will someone explain to me what happened?" Dean fumed.

I turned around and quickly picked my bag, I almost ran to the shower. I wanted Sam and Dean to stop starring at me like I was some kind of freak. And I definitely didn't want to answer Dean.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind. I could hear Sam and Dean talking in a hushed voice and I strained my ears to hear them.

"Sam?" I heard Dean ask in question.

"I don't know, Dean. She just flew out of bed and her clothes were all muddy." I heard Sam say.

"Where did she go?" I heard Dean repeat Sam earlier; I sighed. They weren't going to believe me.

"That's just it, Dean, she didn't. I would've felt her get up from bed if she did get up."

All I heard next was silence; I scowled at the air. Why did all the bad stuff happen to me?

I backed up from the door and stripped. I turned on the water and stepped into the hot stream. My muscles relaxed and I sighed again. All the mud that was on my skin slid down with the water. I watched as the water turned brown then back to clear. Even though, the hot water was good, it didn't calm my mind. I groaned as I realized that the shower won't help anymore so I just quickly cleaned myself then got out. I dried and dressed myself. And in almost record time, I was done.

I got out of the bathroom and saw Dean and Sam sitting on the beds in front of each other. They were both whispering to each other but once they saw me coming, they both shut-up. I rolled my eyes. I would never hear the end of this.

I dumped my bag onto the floor and padded all the way to my bed. Sam was sitting on the edge but I just went around him and sat on the bed.

For a while, no one said anything; we were just sitting there. After another awkward minute of silence, I sighed and lied down on my bed. This seemed to break the tension and I heard a few sighs and a bit of ruffling. A moment later, I heard the bed squeak and then it dropped with Sam's weight. I didn't mind though, it was comforting, and I felt safe. Dean turned the lights off and I couldn't see anything. After my eyes got used to the darkness, I could make out Dean as he slid into his bed.

"Night guys," I whispered.

"Night Lex," they both said.

I slipped into a dreamless sleep then and relished in the state of safeness that I usually didn't have.

When I woke up this morning, I only had one thing on my mind; the boy from my dream. Now, love wasn't exactly at the top of my list but every once in a while I would flirt with a guy, maybe even get around to first base, as corny as that sounded. But I wasn't so deprived from it that my subconscious had to conjure up a boy from my imagination. Weird didn't even begin to describe the situation I was in.

Okay, so I had two things on my mind. The second was the nightmare in itself. That wasn't exactly weird as much as it was crazy. Since when did I have dreams or more like nightmares just to wake up and find that it was real…I think. I spent most of the morning trying to figure it out.

When I woke up though, I didn't find Sam next to me. I guess he went out to buy coffee or research or something. When I turned over in bed, I saw Dean sleeping in the other bed. I got up and headed to the bathroom since I knew that I wasn't going back to sleep.

I did my business and then I washed my face and brushed my teeth real quick. I untangled my hair and let it loose. After that, I changed my clothes and put the dirty ones in my laundry bag. We had to do it soon, I reminded myself. I walked over to the mirror and saw how I looked for the first time. I seemed pretty normal except for the black circles under my eyes and pale face. I pinched my cheeks to add some color to it. When I was satisfied with how I looked; I took out my sketchbook, sat on a chair, and started thinking about what happened.

That was how Dean found me when he woke up. After he said 'good morning', he went through his morning routine. Pretty soon, he got out and sat on the bed to put on his shoes.

"You're drawing?" Dean asked me, surprised. I shrugged; ever since dad went missing, this sketchbook was thrown in my bag and never taken out since. I loved to draw; it was something that I only was able to do out of the Winchesters, and I was proud. I was talented, at least that's what Dean and Sam said.

My sketchbook was sort of my dairy; I drew whatever I was feeling in it. But I didn't draw beautiful scenery or a pretty flower or any of that crap. I drew my emotions; I translated all of my feelings into that sketchbook. I couldn't exactly describe it to you but it was in the way I drew things. Dean said that the pictures told you a story, showed you its feelings. Or maybe he just said that to get me to draw.

Either way, I drew and I had many pictures; of my life, of what I imagined Sam would have been like at college with Jessica, of Dean and his Impala, even of dad and mom—but I didn't like that one because mom wasn't based off my memory, it was based on pictures of her and Dean's story about her. I drew a lot of other things, too. But they were mostly of things that I didn't like to show anyone. Not even Sam or Dean, they were just too private. What I was drawing now, or what I tried to draw, has been haunting my thoughts ever since last night. The boy.

He was just too beautiful not to draw. I couldn't believe my mind could have made up someone like that. He was too out-of-this-world. I recalled him from my memory and started sketching.

He had golden brown hair, like autumn leaves ready to fall. It wasn't long, but it was long enough for you to want to run your hand through it. He had high cheekbones and his nose was straight and cute. He had lips that were red and plump. They were set into a smirk that showed his playful side. His eyes, however, were a whole story on their own. His eyes were silver bullet blue. It was a bright blue color that had a touch of silver in them. It stood prominently against his tan skin and golden brown hair that I desperately wanted to run my hand through. His blue eyes stood like arctic glaciers that were cold enough to make you shiver but warm enough to hold your gaze with a focus that couldn't make you look away even if you wanted to. He was tall and lean.

When I finally finished the drawing I looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall. Ten-minutes had only passed since I started drawing and I didn't realize that I was drawing that fast. The door to the room opened then and Sam came in.

"So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie," Sam told us. He sat down on the bed next to Dean and I quickly put away the sketchbook and all the thoughts about last night. I ignored everything that happened and decided that I wouldn't think about it anymore. We had a job to do and I couldn't afford to lose focus while on a hunt.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked Sam.

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

"He drowned?" I asked him surprised.

"Yup, in the sink," Sam said again. I looked at him in shock.

"What the hell?" Dean scowled. "So you're right, this isn't a creature; we're dealing with something else," he said to me.

"Yeah, but what?" I asked to no one in particular.

"I don't know. A water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean something that controls water," Dean trailed off; we all paused and thought about it. I think we all figured it out at the same time. "Water that comes from the same source," Dean said.

"The lake," Sam and I said at the same time.

"Yeah."

"Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months. Whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it's running out of time," I nodded to Sam, he was right. Which means someone was going to get hurt again soon.

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere. This is gonna happen again soon," I voiced my thoughts to them. Dean got up and fetched his other shoe. He sat down, put it on, and started tying it.

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

"Yeah, it took both his kids," Dean uttered.

"And I've been asking around. Lucas' dad, Chris—Bill Carlton's godson," Sam told us, humorlessly. I was shocked. So this is connected all to Bill Carlton somehow.

"Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit," Dean said. He got up and put on his jacket; I did the same and went after them outside to the car.

Sam pulled me a little away from Dean though and I could picture him lecturing me about what happened.

"Lexi—"

"Sam, I'm fine. I didn't go anywhere last night and I don't why I was covered in mud; but let's just not talk about it, okay? I bet I was just sleep-walking." By that time, Dean was at the Impala and so were we. He was listening in on the conversation and I hated every second of it. I didn't like the attention being pointed at me.

"Okay, just one more question. You said you had a nightmare, what was it about?" Sam asked me.

I didn't want to tell them, I wanted to figure it out first, before telling them anything. "I don't remember."

They seemed to accept the lie although I didn't miss the look that they sent each other. Nothing else was said on the subject and I sighed inwardly, relieved. We got into the car and drove to Bill Carlton's house.

We arrived at the same house we were at yesterday. This time though we didn't knock when we spotted the same man sitting at the bench next to the lake. He was starring off into the lake. Sam, Dean, and I all walked to Bill Carlton.

"Mr. Carlton…we'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind," Sam asked again with that same soft voice he uses with most people whom he feels pity for.

"We're from the Department—. " Dean started but Bill cut him off.

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today," Bill told us, he looked so sad. He seemed like he was being tortured, and the expression on his face was heart-wrenching. I sympathized for him.

"Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there? Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death—we think there might be a connection to you or your family," I got straight to the point; I didn't want to prolong the questioning.

"My children are gone. It's…it's worse than dying." When Bill looked at us, he had tears in his eyes. "Go away…please." I felt sorry for him, so did Sam and Dean because after a moment, we all left him sitting there. On the way to the Impala, Sam asked what we thought of what little Bill told us.

"What do you think?" Sam asked.

"Aw, I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Dean said and I nodded. He was right.

"So now what?" Sam asked. No one answered him though. When I looked at Bill's house, I noticed something. "What it is?" Sam asked again when he noticed both Dean and I starring at the house.

"Dean, the drawing," I told him.

"Huh. Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something," Dean muttered. He pulled out the picture of the house Lucas had drawn for him earlier, which resembled the Carlton's house.

"I know where we should go next," I told them. They both looked at me in question. "Andrea Bar's house."

We arrived at her house after we asked around. It wasn't hard to get to; it was a small town after all. We got out of the car and rang the door bell. Andrea answered the door for us; when we told her why we were here, she let us in but with a little hesitation.

"Andrea, we need to speak to Lucas." Dean told her. She led us to her kitchen.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." She shook her head sadly.

"I just need to talk to him, just for a few minutes," Dean asked her again.

"He won't say anything, what good's it gonna do?"

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

"My husband, the others—they just drowned. That's all," she tried to convince us but it sounded to me like she was trying to convince herself.

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

She didn't answer for a moment but then she started walking to what I assumed the direction to Lucas's room. We went up the stairs, passed one room when we came to a stop in front of an opened room.

Lucas was sitting on the floor, cross-legged, drawing. He had army men splattered on the floor in front of him. He didn't look up even when Dean entered his room and spoke to him.

"Hey Lucas. You remember me?" Dean asked him. He crouched down so he was closer to Lucas's level. Dean looked through the pictures that Lucas drew. Two of them were of a red bicycle. "You know, I, uh…I wanted to thank you for that last drawing…but the thing is, I need your help again." Lucas didn't show any reaction that he heard him. He was currently coloring something that looked like a person in water. Dean pulled out a paper from his pocket and opened it, it was the house Lucas colored for him; he settled it down in front of him. "How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen?" Again, nothing. "Maybe you could nod yes or no for me." When Lucas still didn't do anything, I started to lose hope that the boy was going to help us. "You're scared. It's okay, I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom—I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe…your dad wants you to be brave, too." I starred at Dean shocked then at Sam; he was stunned too. He didn't usually talk about that in front of anyone, even to me and Sam. I was taken aback that he told that to Lucas. It was a good thing he told him though, because Lucas dropped his crayon and looked up at Dean. He handed him a picture of almost a whole town, with a church, a house, and a boy with a red bicycle. "Thanks, Lucas," Dean smiled at him gratefully.

Dean got up and we all snapped out of the gloominess that hung above us. Andrea looked at Dean in approval and he smiled. Sam and I went ahead of them downstairs and to the car. "That was…" Sam trailed off while looking at me. I, too, didn't know what to say.

"Yeah, he doesn't talk about it much that we forget sometimes that he was old enough to understand her death," I said in a low voice. Sam just nodded when he saw Dean walking to us.

"So?" I asked Dean. He held up Lucas's drawing in answer and I knew we had to find what he drew.

We all got into the car and pulled out of the driveway. Dean drove down the road but I could tell he was focused on what did this all mean. Sam took the drawing out if Dean's hand and looked at it. I leaned into the front seat so I could see over Sam's shoulder.

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died," Dean told us. So Lucas somehow was affected by his father's death.

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

"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. If you got a better lead, please," Dean said.

"All right, we got another house to find," Sam told Dean.

"The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone," Dean said in frustration. When I looked at the picture again, still in Sam's hand, I realized something.

I pointed to the church that was on the drawing. "See this church?" I asked them.

"I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here," Sam finished for me.

"Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart," Dean made fun of Sam. I rolled my eyes. Sam laughed a little then he got serious. He looked at Dean then looked back down, then back at Dean. It was obvious he wanted to tell him something.

"You know, um…what you said about mom…you never told us that before," Sam mumbled more quietly than before. I looked at Dean curiously.

"It's no big deal," Dean shrugged. When Sam continued to look at him, Dean whined. "Oh god; we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?" I just chuckled and sat back into the backseat to watch the houses go by.

We kept making turns and taking highways back and forth till we found the church. It was a lot bigger in real life. Dean parked the car and we got out, drawing in Dean's hand. I wasn't exactly sure where we were going or what we were going to ask to whom. Basically we didn't know anything; we were going on luck and hunch here.

We reached the church and Dean held up the picture and looked at it. The white church matched the one that was in the drawing. When he put it down, we saw a yellow house across the street. We walked to the house and knocked. A very old lady answered the door. Dean spoke up.

"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 her.

She shook her head but she invited us in. We all got into her house and just stood there.

"No sir. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for 35 years now. The police never—I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared. Losing him—" She paused, starring down. It showed that it was very hard for her to talk about this. I looked around and saw a bunch of toy soldiers set out on a table. I nudged Sam who looked at them then Sam pointed them out to Dean. "You know, it's…it's worse than dying," she finally finished. I looked at her for a moment trying to figure out where I have heard that before when I remembered Bill Carlton saying the same thing about losing his children.

"Did he disappear from here—I mean, from this house?" Dean asked the lady, that I still didn't know the name of.

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up. " She answered us again. I think it was safe to say that he was dead. I looked at her house some more when I saw Dean step forward and reach for a picture that was on a mirror. It was of two boys, one was with a red bicycle. Dean flipped the picture to read the back. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, 1970," I wasn't surprised to hear his name, this was all connected to him somehow.

After we realized that Peter's mom couldn't help us anymore, I thanked her. "Thank you for your time." I turned around and opened the front door. Sam, Dean, and I all got out and started walking back to the Impala.

I ran to the car so I could reach it first and get to sit shotgun this time. I was getting tired of the backseat. Sam at first scowled but I smiled cheekily at him and he gave in.

When we were back on the road for the umpteenth time, Sam started thinking out loud. "Okay this little boy, Peter Sweeney, vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow."

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

"And Bill—the people he loves—are all getting punished," I reminded them.

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

"What if Bill killed him?" Sam asked in answer.

"Then Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible," I told them. I saw Dean pulling up and I realized that we were at Bill's house…again. I was getting dizzy. Sam got out and we all followed him. Once I was outside, I looked at the bench that was next to the lake. He wasn't there. I heard Sam call out for him.

Then I saw something that made me mad. Bill Carlton was on a boat and he was heading to the center of the lake. I didn't bother to call for Sam and Dean; I knew that they already saw him. I started running as fast as possible to the lake.

"Hey, check it out," Dean called out to Sam but I didn't pause to check.

"Mister Carlton!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!" When I reached the dock, I started to wave my arms out crazily hoping to catch his attention. Sam and Dean caught up to me and they were shouting at Bill, too, to come back.

He looked at us but he kept going; everything got quiet for a second and Sam, Dean, and I stood there watching Bill speed with the boat. Then it was like everything happened in slow motion; we saw the water rise up and flip Mr. Carlton's boat upside-down, just as Dean quickly stood in front of me and Sam, put his arms out and back us up. The boat crashed into the water after it was in the air and then everything was quiet again, yet there was no sign of Bill Carlton. We all stood there in shock waiting for something to happen again but there was absolutely nothing. I took a deep breath and Sam and Dean turned around to look at me. We all just stood there looking at each other. We started walking to the Impala without a word. We were too late. We could have saved him but we were too late.

We were back at the ranger station after the cops arrived at the murder or suicide scene depending on how you saw it. Jake, the police officer, was with us this time. We all got in when we saw Andrea and Lucas in there. He was sitting at the chair while Andrea stood up when she saw us get in.

"Sam, Lexi, Dean, I didn't expect to see you here," She smiled, at Dean specifically.

"So now you're on a first-name basis," Jake tried to joke, but we just smiled. He turned to Andrea. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought you dinner," she said while giving him a paper bag.

"Oh I'm sorry sweetheart; I don't really have the time," Jake said while taking off his jacket and I saw Lucas's expression for the first time. He looked really upset, I think he was crying. He kept glancing at Dean. When I looked at him, I found him also staring at Lucas.

When Andrea noted our somber faces, she got serious. She looked at Dean before starting to speak again. "I heard about Bill Carlton, is it true? Is something going on with the lake?" She asked suspiciously.

"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 told her. She continued to stare at him when suddenly Lucas whimpered and grabbed onto Dean's arm.

He kept pulling on it and whimpering. He was trying to tell him something or more like warn him. Lucas didn't want to let Dean go but his mom grabbed onto him and tried to calm him down.

"Lucas, hey, what is it?" I saw Dean ask him. He looked so sympathetic with the boy, like he wanted to help him without knowing how. Still, Lucas didn't answer, instead he just kept whimpering and pulling.

"Lucas." Dean and Andrea both said at the same time except Andrea was trying to get Lucas to let go while Dean was trying to soothe him.

"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." Dean tried again.

He finally let him go and Dean patted him on the back. Andrea hugged him and then led him outside; Lucas kept looking at Dean until he reached the door. Sam and I looked at each other. I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.

Dean kept starring off at Lucas even after he was gone. Dean looked so sad and completely helpless.

Jake walked into his office, Sam and I followed but Dean stayed for awhile just watching the door with that same expression on his face. Soon he followed us and we sat in the same chairs that we were on a few days ago. Jake walked around the desk and sat on its edge in front of us.

"Okay, just so I'm clear, you see…something attack Bill's boat, sending Bill, who is a very good swimmer, by the way, into the drink, and you never see him again?" He asked us, but for some reason, he didn't sound convinced.

Dean looked at us and we nodded, "Yeah, that about sums it up." He said.

"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." He stated. All of us gaped at him with one hell of a surprised look on Dean's face. "That's right, I checked. The department's never heard of you three," Jack told us and we closed our mouths.

"See, now we can explain that—" Dean started saying but he soon got interrupted.

"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," Jack started fuming at us. "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," he said to us or more like seethed. I smiled widely at him. "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," he ended his speech with a pointed finger at Sam, for some reason. I snorted. He looked at me sharply and I lost the smirk. What? It wasn't like I was laughing at his dumbness and obliviousness to…life.

"Door number two sounds good," Sam said.

"That's the one I'd pick."

Sam, Dean, and I were in the Impala on our way to door number two. Earlier we went back to the motel, packed up our bags and left. I wasn't happy that we were leaving though. It didn't just seem right to me. I was sitting in the backseat of the car watching the road go by when we stopped at a red light. There was a sign that said Milwaukee and an arrow pointing to the left. The light turned green but the car didn't move. I looked at Dean in question but he seemed really deep in thought.

"Green," Sam told Dean. That seemed to snap him out of his thoughts.

"What?" Dean asked Sam.

"Light's green," Sam told him again. Dean didn't show any reaction to indicate that he heard Sam. Sam and I starred at Dean in question again when the car started moving but instead of going left, Dean made a right turn.

"Uh, the interstate's the other way," I pointed out to Dean in a monotone voice.

"I know," Dean said. He just sped up the car.

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

"I'm not so sure." Dean told him.

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

"All right, 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?" Dean asked Sam.

"But why would you think that?" Sam asked Dean.

I answered before Dean could, though. "Because Lucas was really scared."

"That's what this is about?" Sam asked us both. I shrugged.

"I just don't want to leave town till I know the kid's okay," Dean muttered.

"Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?" I heard Sam say and when I looked at him, I saw his eyes soften a bit when he looked at Dean.

"Shut up." Dean said, and the car just sped up.

Pretty soon we arrived at Andrea's house and we pulled up. We all got out and I hesitated. I was all for making sure they were safe, but it was really late. We walked up to the front house.

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late, man," Sam voiced my thoughts. I looked at Dean but he just looked at the door. He put his finger on the doorbell and pressed. Once he pulled his finger away Lucas threw the door opened and stood gasping.

"Lucas? Lucas?" Dean shouted at him.

He ran away and I was first to react. I quickly followed him up the stairs to the bathroom. The bathroom door was closed but water seeped out from under the door and ran over the stairs. "Lucas!" Dean shouted after him. I held Lucas back while Dean tried the door, when it didn't open, he kicked it and it slammed open.

The bathtub was over flowing and water was splashing everywhere. I realized Andrea was in there. A split second had passed after Dean kicked the door open and I was first to quickly run into the bathroom and stick my hand into the bathtub. I grabbed a hold of what I assumed was Andrea.

I pulled but it was like something was pulling her down. I kept pulling but it was too strong. "Sam!" He ran into the bathroom and stuck his arms and pulled with me. He groaned as he tried to pull up Andrea, and finally her head emerged, gasping. Her face though was shoved back in the water, and I let go so I can find the plug to the bathtub but Sam kept pulling and grunting until she finally came completely out of the bathtub. He grabbed her and they rolled onto the floor. She started coughing up water, while Dean reassured Lucas. I finally found the plug and pulled it out of the bathtub. I saw the water start to go down and I took a deep breath. I turned back around to Sam and Andrea and I realized she was without clothes. I grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around her. Sam got up and then pulled her with him as she got her breath back.

I saw Dean hold back Lucas, and I walked to them so I can take Lucas from him. Dean was out in the hallway and I pulled Lucas from Dean's arms. Lucas at first didn't want to let go but when Dean let him go, Lucas ran to me. I picked him up and he wrapped his arms around my neck. I left Dean and Sam to deal with Andrea while I went downstairs to the living room. I sat Lucas down in the couch while I went to find him a cup of water.

I went to the kitchen and I found a glass, I filled it with water and then I walked back to where Lucas was. He hadn't moved while I was gone, still sitting there on the couch. I handed him the glass of water but he didn't move to take it. I sighed.

"Lucas, please, can you drink this for me?" I asked him quietly, but he still didn't move to take it. "For Dean?" I tried this time; it was a moment before he took the water from me but he took it nonetheless. I smiled; Dean was very good with children even though he denied it. Sam and I were proof of that, and now Lucas, too.

I heard Dean and Sam coming down the stairs and I turned around to watch them come to us. I didn't see Andrea behind them so I guessed that she was probably too freaked out to do much. When Lucas saw Dean, he handed me the empty glass and then ran to Dean.

"Hey Lucas; your mom is upstairs in her room, how about you go check up on her?" Dean told him softly. Lucas stayed for a moment before going upstairs and disappearing through the hallway.

I stared at Dean and Sam waiting for them to say something. Instead, they came around the couch and sat on it. I raised my eyebrow in question.

"Andrea doesn't want us to leave, just in case," I nodded in understanding and rested my head against the back of the couch, pretty soon, all I could see was the black sky of sleep.

I woke up to the sound of Sam and Andrea talking. I squinted my eyes against the sunlight streaming through the window when I opened my eyes. I saw Sam and Andrea sitting at a table that was close to the couch I was lying on; a further scan of the room told me that Dean wasn't here. I got up fully and stretched out the kinks in my neck.

I saw Sam and Andrea talking and I walked over to them. When Sam noticed me coming, he smiled in 'good morning', but he looked worried. I pulled a chair and sat on it when I reached them and Andrea looked freaked out for a second when she saw me, but she relaxed when she noticed it was me.

"Thanks for letting us stay with you," I told her politely, she smiled in return but it didn't reach her eyes. "How are you?"

"I don't know," she said, her hands came up to cover her eyes and it looked like she wanted to cry.

"Can you tell me?" Sam asked her. I didn't understand at first but I think he was asking her about what happened last night.

"No. It doesn't make any sense," she told him, then she put her hands on her face and she started crying. "I'm going crazy."

"No, you're not. Tell me what happened—everything," Sam said in his softest voice.

I realized then that Sam didn't pity her or anyone really, he was just really compassionate and sensitive.

"I heard…I thought I heard…there was this voice," Andrea started telling him and I listened closely; I heard the voice, too, when we came in the house. I wondered why Sam and Dean didn't hear it. "What did it say? It said…it said 'Come play with me.' What's happening?" She cried again.

I looked down at the table not wanting to make it anymore awkward than it already was. Sam too, didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, and almost out of nowhere, Dean came with a brown leather notebook in his hand. He came up next to Andrea, opened the notebook to certain page, and laid it down in front of her. The page he opened to had pictures of little children no older than twelve years old. Both Sam and I leaned a little closer to Andrea so we can see the pictures.

"Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?" Dean asked Andrea.

"What? Um…um, no; I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures," she answered him back. So I guessed right, but I didn't know what those pictures had to do with anything. Andrea pointed over to a different picture of her father as a kid; he was standing right next to Peter Sweeney.

"Chris Bar's drowning—the connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to sheriff," Dean concluded. But I shook my head. That wasn't right because if Chris' drowning was connected to the sheriff and not Bill then Bill Carlton's children should have never died.

"Bill and the sheriff—they were both involved with Peter," Sam re-concluded but this time, I nodded. That seemed more likely.

"What about Chris? My dad—what are you talking about?" Andrea asked wanting to know what was going on.

But what had my attention also had Dean's. Before I could say anything, Dean spoke, "Lucas? Lucas, what is it?" Dean asked him. Now we were all looking at Lucas who was staring outside the window watching something. Wordlessly, he walked to the door, opened it, and left. Andrea and Dean were the first to follow him and Sam and I were next. We all followed Lucas outside to a little garden with trees in front of the house. It was across the street. Lucas kept walking and we were all following but Andrea seemed really worried.

"Lucas, honey?" Andrea called out. Lucas stopped at the top of a really tiny hill. He stood there just looking from the ground to Dean and vice versa. Lucas wanted us to dig the ground up for something. Either it was Peter's body or something equally gross.

"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Dean commanded and she just pulled Lucas away from where he was standing and together started walking back to the house.

"We're gonna need shovels," Dean said.

I offered to go get them. We had a couple spare in the trunk of the Impala. I ran quickly to where the car was parked and opened the trunk. Once I had all the shovels in the trunk, I closed it and ran back to where Sam and Dean were. It wasn't a far run to where they were.

Once I reached them, I handed one to Sam and one to Dean. The third one was with me. We started digging through the spot Lucas stopped at. Usually, we would trade off or more like go with a shift system. Sam would dig for awhile then he would switch with Dean and Dean would switch with me. Oh yeah, I can dig just like them, I was stronger than any girl my age or size. I was stronger than a lot of guys I met in my life. I was proud of that, too.

By now, we were half-way through, I thought we were going to have to dig a coffin or something so I was surprised when our shovels thudded against something so soon. Silently we ditched our shovels aside and we got on our knees so we can dig with our hands the dirt that was around whatever we found.

My hand hit something hard and I started pulling on it. Sam and Dean saw what I was doing and they both started pulling with me. We pulled rather a thing that I wouldn't have expected to be buried. A red bicycle. Peter's red bicycle.

"Peter's bike," Sam stated.

Then I heard the familiar sound a gun being cocked.

"Who are you?"

We turned around to see Jake standing with a gun pointed to Sam's head. Almost like a reflex, my hand went to the gun that was in the waistband of my jeans. I waited with my breath held for what would happen next.

"Put the gun down, Jake," I warned him.

"How did you know that was there?" He asked us.

"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 told him. Jake appeared to not know what to do.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," Jake tried to lie.

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

I saw Andrea running towards us. "Dad!"

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

"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 confirmed.

"Yeah, and how do you know that?" Jake challenged us but we didn't have time for this.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." I said while clutching the gun harder in my hand.

"Listen to yourselves, the three of you. You're insane," Jake made fun of us. I just shook my head at him, sadly.

"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," Dean retorted. "Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake."

What I heard next didn't come from the circle we were all standing in. It was a whisper and it seemed to be coming from everywhere. When I looked at Dean and Sam, I saw them staring at Jake still. There wasn't any indication that they had heard something.

I focused more on that voice but I didn't hear anything else. I tried to shrug it off but I wasn't sure. Before I could dwell more on my thoughts, Andrea interrupted me.

"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea asked for the first time since she came and stood with us.

"No. Don't listen to them, they're liars and they're dangerous," Jake warned Andrea. I snorted. Andrea glanced at me then back at her father.

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake," Andrea argued. "Dad, look at me," she finally said and he shifted his eyes over to her. "Tell me you—you didn't kill anyone." This time, Jake looked away, he breathed heavily. "Oh my god."

"Billy and I were at the lake," Jake started, "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." Not once did he look at us, he had his eyes down. "We let the body go, and it sank," Jake answered Dean and I sighed. "Oh Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost…it's not rational." Jake still tried to argue with us. Unbelievable.

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

I looked around in frustration when I saw Lucas leaning over the dock into the lake with his arm outstretched.

Adrenaline coursed through my blood and I didn't pause to think. "DEAN!" I yelled but I didn't stop to see what they did.

I ran as fast as I could to where Lucas was leaning. The only thing I had on my mind was to get to him as fast as possible. I sped down to where Lucas was, breathing hard, when suddenly he was pulled down into the water. I pushed my legs even harder than before and I reached the dock.

Without even thinking about it, I dived into the water after Lucas.

3rdP POV:

Right in the moment Lexi jumped, she didn't have any care in the world other than saving the innocent boy from paying the price of another person's fault. Dean, Sam, Jake, and Andrea were running after her. But they were a few feet behind her since Lexi was much faster than any of them.

Jake reached the lake at the same time Sam and Dean did. Jake froze though when he saw Peter's head go underwater. Right at that moment, he blamed himself for all the drownings that had happened.

A few seconds later, Dean and Sam reached the edge of the dock and both jumped in after Lexi. Andrea was getting ready to jump too but Sam stopped her.

"Oh my god!" Andrea exclaimed, scared not for her life, but Lucas's.

"Andrea, stay there," Sam warned.

"No, Lucas!"

"We'll get him just stay on the dock," Sam said before he dived under the water again. Dean came up just as Sam came up shortly. They both stared at each other in silent communication before Sam shook his head and they both dived in again.

In their haste to save Lucas, neither Sam nor Dean noticed that Lexi jumped before them and has been under the water for quite awhile now.

Lexi couldn't scream for Dean or Sam since she was being held underwater. She found Lucas a few seconds ago but before she could swim back up, Peter caught her leg. Since Lexi had her eyes opened underwater, she could see Peter under her, Dean searching for Lucas and Sam on the other side looking for Lucas, too. She couldn't let Lucas go because he had gone unconscious from lack of air, if she did; he would only sink downwards toward Peter and not float upwards to either Sam or Dean.

Single-handedly Lexi tried to kick Peter's hand so he could let go of her leg and use her free hand to swim towards the surface. Lexi started seeing black spots from lack of air and she calculated in her mind that it has been almost over two minutes now since she was dragged down. Fighting harder she saw Dean finally see them. He swam quickly over to them and held his hand out.

She knew that Dean was holding out his hand for her to take but instead she pushed Lucas to him. Lexi knew that if she gave him her hand, then Peter would only succeed in pulling the three of them downwards. Lucas by now was in Dean's arms and when he hesitated to go up, she motioned with her hands towards the surface.

Thinking Lexi was going to follow him; Dean swam quickly towards the surface. Lexi however, was seeing more black spots dance in front of her eyes. Her arms were starting to go limp and her legs were going numb while Peter was holding them.

Jake, when he noticed that Peter won't give up, began walking into the water. Crying, he tried to convince Peter to let go of Lucas and take him instead.

"Peter, if you can hear me. Please Peter, I'm sorry. I'm so—I'm so sorry," Jake garbled through his tears.

"Daddy, no," Andrea tried to tell her dad.

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

Dean then breached the surface with Lucas in his arms and he saw Sam and Andrea both waiting for him. He gasped and took a deep breath while swimming quickly to the edge of the water.

Two things happened at once, Peter's hold on Lexi was gone and in the same second, Jake was pulled under with no one to the surface.

Lexi, numbingly, finally was able to swim to the surface and when she emerged from under the water, she took the biggest breath that she could. Sam quickly swam over to her and supported her weight. They all swam to the dock and one by one, they were pulled out.

Still gasping, she saw Lucas lying in his mother's arms and she relaxed knowing that Lucas was safe. She looked around for Jake but she didn't see him and then she knew why Peter let her go. For some reason, her happiness about saving Lucas wasn't complete. They didn't save everyone. That sucked.

Lexi POV:

My lungs were burning and my throat ached from all the coughing but Andrea and Lucas were both hugging each other like there was no tomorrow. The sight of them together was what made it all worth it in the end. Slowly, and one person short, we all walked back to the house. When we reached it, Andrea invited us in but we all denied. She smiled and we got into the car.

"Sorry Dean, but your leather seats are gonna get washed," I teased him. He scowled as he realized we were all wet. Sam laughed and got into the seat. I got into the back and leaned my head against the seat. I was tired. I felt the Impala's engine start and I relished in the comfort of the warm car. I was starting to get cold.

Dean didn't have to drive long, before we knew it; we were back at Lakefront Motel. Suddenly, the promising view of the lake didn't sound so appealing.

Sam got out of the car while Dean and I waited for him, to go get us a room key. We didn't have to wait long before Sam came back with a key dangling from his fingers. He got in the car and Dean drove around the motel to get to the rooms. Once he had the car parked we all got out and took our bags from the trunk.

We weren't gonna stay the night; I knew Dean wouldn't want to stay in the town any longer than he had too. Sam opened the door to the room and he went in. Dean and I followed him inside. Once I stepping inside, I noticed how wet we actually were. I could see the water drops on the carpet from where Sam and Dean have walked. I, myself, was dripping a puddle while walking to the shower.

Just as I was about to step inside the bathroom, I saw the door slam in my face. I blinked. What just happened?

I turned around and I noticed Dean looking at me. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What? Sam went inside, not me," he raised his arms in peace. I turned around and pounded on the door.

"Sam! Let me take a shower first! You cheated!" I yelled to the door. I heard some shuffling and then the water turned on.

"Sorry, Lex, but I didn't cheat. I clearly went in before you," Sam yelled back and I gritted my teeth when I heard him laughing. I turned back around and dropped my bag on the floor.

"What happened to 'ladies first'?" I called out to him but I knew he wouldn't hear me. Dean chuckled. I looked at him. He was changing or more like taking off his clothes. He was shirtless and he was taking out clothes in which I assumed what he was going to change into. I took off my jacket too but I didn't want to take off the rest of my clothes without showering so I sat down on a spare chair waiting for Sam to finish. I noticed Dean had a gloomy expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

He just shook his head. "Nothing."

I sighed, "Dean, we can't save everyone," I told him. He looked at me for a second with a surprised face. I snorted at how he was still surprised that I knew him so well. "I've known you my entire life Dean. Don't look so surprised."

He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes, and then he went back to fishing out his clothes. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I knew Dean needed to deal with it on his own. Pushing him wasn't going to help anyone. I was starting to get cold and the wet clothes were really uncomfortable. Just as I was about to yell at Sam to hurry up, I heard the bathroom door open and then close. My head shot up to see Sam drying his hair and then throwing the towel on one of the beds with Dean nowhere in sight.

I stood up, walked to the door, and pounded on it, pissed off as hell. "DEAN! C'mon, that was my turn!" He didn't answer me and I kept pounding on the door. "Dean!"

I gave up after I heard the shower turn on. I went back to my chair and I dropped in it. I saw Sam looking at me and I glowered back at him. That's what you got for living with boys. I sighed as I rested my head back against the chair and shifted in my clothes.

After fifteen minutes, finally Dean came out of the bathroom with a cloud of steam following him. When I saw that the bathroom was finally free, I got up and went straight to the bathroom. I picked up my bag from the floor and I went in, I didn't forget to slam the door behind me. It was the revenge I could get.

I took off my clothes as fast as I could; my skin was starting to itch. Next, I turned on the shower and adjusted the water to the right temperature. Once it was to the temperature I wanted, I stepped in. The hot water made me shiver and realize how cold I actually was. I didn't waste time though; so I quickly cleaned out my hair and my body. I let the water run over me a little more and then I shut it off.

I quickly dried myself and put on fresh, dry clothes. I put my dirty clothes in my other bag that I had for laundry and I brushed my hair. Once I had everything done, I opened the door to the bathroom and stepped outside. Dean and Sam were both lying down on the bed but once they heard me, they got up and took their bags.

"Ready?" Dean asked me.

"Yeah," I answered. I walked to the door with Dean and Sam following me. I opened it and stepped outside. I saw the Impala across the street and I started walking to it. When I reached the Impala, I turned around waiting for Sam and Dean. Dean still had that gloomy look on his face and Sam was staring at him.

Dean reached the car and Sam was behind him. He opened the Impala and threw in his duffel bag, I put mine inside too and so did Sam. Dean slammed the door close and starred at his keys. Sam looked at him and I sighed.

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

Dean looked at Sam and then at me, "I know."

Just as I was about to emphasize Sam's point, I heard a familiar voice.

"Sam, Lexi, Dean," the three of us turned around to find Andrea and Lucas heading towards us.

"Hey," Dean smiled at them.

"We're glad we caught you. We just um, we made you lunch for the road," she pointed to the tray Lucas was carrying. "Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself," I smiled gratefully at them and walked to where Lucas and Andrea were standing. Sam and Dean followed behind me.

"Can I give it to them now?" I heard Lucas ask quietly his mother and I smiled big as I heard his voice for the first time.

Andrea smiled and kissed his forehead. "Of course," she said.

I saw Lucas walk towards Dean and hand him the plate. "Come on Lucas; let's load this into the car." Dean walked with Lucas back to the car. Sam and I walked to Andrea.

"How you holding up?" I asked her.

"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?" I nodded in understanding.

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

"You 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 on to that," she smiled at him but it showed how much this pained her in her eyes. I smiled sadly and excused myself to give them a moment. I went to where Dean and Lucas were.

Dean was sitting in the passenger seat with Lucas standing in front of him. I heard them talking and it made me smile to see Lucas laughing. I reached them and I winced as I heard what Dean was telling the kid.

"All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time," Dean said in a stern voice.

Lucas equally stern, answered him. "Zeppelin rules!" Lucas shouted. I shook my head at Dean.

"That's right. Up high," Dean held his hand up for Lucas to high five. They slapped their hands together and smiled at each other. "You take care of your mom, okay?" Dean said after a moment.

"All right," Lucas smiled. I decided to interrupt.

"Hey, Lucas, where's my big hug?" I asked him when I reached where he was standing.

I kneeled down and threw my arms open, Lucas threw himself at me and hugged me. I wish I had a little brother that I could take care of like Sam and Dean did with me. I let him go when I saw Sam and Andrea heading towards us.

Dean stood up when Andrea stopped at where we were. I backed up a little so I wasn't close to where Dean and Andrea stood.

And thank god I did that, because she leaned in and kissed Dean. He looked surprised and smug. I smiled at them though. They were cute together. Once they broke apart, Andrea spoke.

"Thank you," she said.

After thinking on the kiss for a moment, Dean scratched his head and started to get in the car. "Sam, Lex, move your asses. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road." I shook my head a little but got in the car with a smile. Andrea and Lucas stood together to watch us leave.

I felt the car start to move and I waved to Andrea and Lucas. They waved back and then they were out of sight. Dean turned onto a road and then we were speeding down the highway. I looked at Sam and Dean for a moment and I was glad that I had two brothers like them. They were my life and I was lucky to have them.

I looked out the window and watched the road go by; suddenly I was reminded of the boy that I dreamt of. I took out my sketch pad and flipped to the page where he was drawn. I still didn't know what happened, but I wasn't willing to think about it a lot.

I kept starring at the drawing and only one question seemed to be on my mind:

Was he real?