Will led us outside and in the distance I could see a dock where a man who I assumed was Bill Carlton was sitting, just looking out at the water. We were standing on some loose rocks and were very near the lake. The lake itself was surrounded by an expansive forest that made me squirm on the inside, nervous. Even though it had been years ago that I had been attacked by that thing, it still terrified me because for all I knew, it was still out there.

"She was about a hundred yards out." Will said, looking out at the water before looking to Dean, Sam and I. "That's where she got dragged down."

"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Dean asked, looking at Will.

Will smiled sadly and looked out at the deep waters again. "Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer." His smile fell as he continued speaking. "She practically grew up on that lake." He turned back to Dean. "She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub."

Dean glanced out at the lake, pursing his lips slightly. Will looked down at the ground for a moment as Sam started to speak. "So, no splashing?" Will looked at Sam and Sam stared at him as he continued talking. "No signs of distress?"

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

"Did you see any shadows in the water?" Sam asked, his voice kind. Dean looked over at him as I peered out at the lake. "Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?"

Dean turned back to Will as he started speaking. "No. Again she was really far out there."

I glanced up at Dean before looking at Will. "Has anything seemed off about the lake lately?"

"No. Not really." Will answered. "Apart from my sister going missing."

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

"No, never. Why?" He took a step towards us, his voice confused. "What do you think's out there?"

Dean took a deep breath. "We'll let you know as soon as we do." With that he turned and walked off past Sam and I.

Sam had taken to looking at the dock. "What about you father? Can we talk to him?"

Dean had turned to look back at us and Will seemed nervous as he glanced back at his father.

Will turned back to us. "Look, if you don't mind...he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot."

"We understand." Sam murmured and Will nodded. Sam and I turned and headed for the Impala with Dean. We climbed in and then headed for the station.

Once we were clear of the trees, I let out the breath I had been holding, relieved to be out of there. "Harsh."

"Hmm?" Dean asked, glancing back at me before focusing on the road again.

"Losing a sibling." I elaborated, brushing my hair behind my ear. "Or a daughter. It doesn't seem like something you would ever get over."

"No." Sam said, leaning against the window. "I don't think you ever do get over losing a family member."

I clambered out of the car when we arrived at the police station and Sam and Dean quickly followed. We soon found Sheriff Jake Devins and Dean quickly inquired about the drowing.

"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?" The Sheriif asked, walking around one of the desks and over to us.

Sam walked forward and the Sheriff fell into step with him, leaving me and Dean to trail behind. "You sure it's accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister."

The Sheriff turned to look at us as he continued walking into his office. "Like what?" He motioned to some chairs in front of his desk with the file he held. "Here, sit please. There's no indigenous carnivores in that lake." His voice sounded as if he had gone over this a few times. As we sat down he continued speaking. "There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Lochness Monster."

Dean rose his eyebrows and smiled a tiny bit. "Yeah." He laughed once. "Right." Him and Sam exchanged meaningful glances before focusing back on the Sheriff.

The Sheriff leaned on his desk as he spoke. "Will Carlton was traumatized and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still..." He sat down, interlacing his fingers on the desk. "We dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there."

Sam had a hand raised up to his face and he ran his fingers under his chin before having his index finger rest lightly on his cheek. For some reason I got the feeling that the Sheriff knew something about what was going on.

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

"I know." The Sheriff said, glancing between Dean, Sam, and I. "These are people are from my town. These are the people I care about."

"I know." Dean said, sincerely.

"Anyway..." The Sheriff leaned back in his chair and sighed, resting his arms on the armrests. "All this...It won't be a problem much longer."

"Why?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing as I tilted my head to the side.

"Well, the dam, of course." The Sheriff said as if it were obvious. Sam seemed to be thinking about all this.

"Of course, the dam." Dean said, looking to Sam before back to the Sheriff. "It's, uh, it sprung a leak."

"It's falling apart." The Sheriff said, and we all acted as if this wasn't news to us. "And the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they've opened the spill way." He looked between us. "In another six months, there won't be much of a lake." He continued, leaning forward and interlacing his fingers again. Dean frowned a little. "There won't be much of a town either, but as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that."

"Exactly." Dean said, nodding.

I looked over at the door as there was a tap on it.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?" She had long brown hair, brown eyes, and was wearing a white floral shirt and skirt, though the skirt had a slight pink tint to it. Sam and Dean both stood up. "I can come back later."

She moved to leave but the Sheriff stood and spoke. "Gentlemen, Ma'am, this is my daughter."

I grimaced a bit at the ma'am thing as I stood, but kept quiet.

Dean walked forward a bit, a smirk on his face as he held out his hand. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean."

She shook his hand and smiled back. "Andrea Barr. Hi."

"Hi." Dean said, gazing into her eyes. I rolled my eyes at him.

"They're from the Wildlife Service." The Sheriff explained. "About the Lake."

"Oh." Andrea said, looking at us. The mood in the room seemed to darken.

I glanced down as a little boy peered out from behind Andrea.

"Hi, there." Dean said, smiling at him. "What's your name?"

The boy looked down and turned, leaving the room. Andrea looked over at us, her smile falling before she followed after who was most likely her son.

"His name is Lucas." The Sheriff said and I watched as Andrea handed Lucas some crayons.

"Is he okay?" Sam wondered, turning to the Sheriff. I turned to him as well.

"My grandson's been through a lot." The Sheriff said and I peered at him, curious."We all have." He headed for the office door. "Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know."

"Thanks." Dean said and as he walked through the office door and into the main room, the Sheriff, patted him on the back. Me and Sam followed him out. "You know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?"

Halfway through speaking he turned to look at Andrea as she straightened up.

"Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It's two blocks south." She said, smiling.

Dean pointed toward the door. "Two.." He looked back to Andrea. "Would you mind showing us?"

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

Sam shifted his weight behind Dean and I crossed my arms as I stared at Dean.

"Not if it's any trouble." Dean said and Andrea smiled.

"I'm headed that way anyway." She turned to the Sheriff. "I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three." Andrea bent down to kiss Lucas on top of the head. "We'll go to the park, okay, sweetie?"

I turned and headed out of the station, leaning against the wall as I waited for Sam and Dean. As I looked around at the people milling around, I felt a slight start when I saw someone who looked very much like the thing that had been in my house and in the woods at BlackWater Ridge when I was twelve. I straightened, my heart racing as it started to come toward me. Glancing back at the station, I saw Sam and Dean coming out with Andrea and I quickly spun back around to find the thing in front of me, it's eyes glowing fire under it's hood. I blinked and it was gone. The others reached me and I frantically looked around for the creature, but it wasn't there.

"Are you okay?" Andrea asked, her eyes kind.

I gave her a false smile and nodded. "Yeah, just thought I'd heard something. That's all."

Dean, Sam, and Andrea nodded and continued on while I trailed behind them, glancing around.

"So, cute kid." Dean said, smiling at Andrea as he walked beside her.

"Thanks." She said, smiling back. I sighed and turned away from my searching. It was quite obvious I wasn't going to find him.

As we crossed the street Dean spoke again. "Kids are the best, huh?"

Andrea glanced at him before ignoring his comment. Sam shot him an incredulous look. What was that for? I wondered, frowning. We continued walking and stopped in front of building that said, Lakefront Motel.

"There it is, like I said. Two blocks." Andrea said, turning to face Dean.

"Thanks." Sam said from behind her and I crossed my arms across my chest as I watched Dean.

"Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line." Andrea said before turning and leaving, yelling over her shoulder. "Enjoy your stay!"

For the first time in a while I burst out laughing. After a moment Dean glared and I felt slight fear rush through me and I quickly stopped laughing, though it took some effort.

"'Kids are the best'?" Sam wondered, neither of my brothers noticing my sudden mood change. "You don't even like kids."

"I love kids." Dean protested.

"Name three children that you even know." Sam challenged, holding his arms out.

Dean held his hand up, about to count off of his fingers, but he had to stop and think. He came up empty and Sam just shook his head and headed for the motel. Dean looked after him before scratching his head and I frowned. He had to at least know one right.

"I'm thinking!" Dean called after Sam before following him with me behind him.

I rolled my eyes as I headed into the motel, Sam had already gotten us a room and we quickly went up. As soon as I got into the room, I plopped down on one of the beds. I was glad to find that there was three. Sam had been set on me taking the second bed while he slept on the couch. The only person who was able to convince him otherwise was Dean, who also wouldn't have me sleeping on the couch. It was frustrating and a bit frightening to me.

For the better part of my life, I hadn't really been treated kindly. Ryan hadn't been one for that sort of thing. He would've made me sleep outside if he could've. As it was I usually had to sleep on the floor. Only recently before the night I met Sam and Dean had I earned the right to sleep in a bed. I'd had to buy it myself and pay Ryan an additional two hundred dollars to be allowed to put it in my room AND I had to clean the entire house.

Sam and Dean however just offered me the bed and didn't even ask for anything in return and on top of that they were sleeping on the hard lumpy couch. At first I had thought they were playing a trick on me, in fact I had expected them to leave me on the side of the road the first night I met them. I was suspicious when they let me stay with them, surprised when they had saved my life, and I had slowly begun to get comfortable with them. I couldn't however shake the feeling that this was something like what had happened with Ryan. Some sick joke.

I felt guilty for feeling this way, since Dean had saved me when the Wendigo had attacked and probably saved me from Constance as well. But I couldn't change how I was feeling. I knew I needed to be more open and willing to trust, but when you spend your entire life being tossed aside, it can seem like the most difficult thing in the world.

"What are you thinking about?" Sam asked, breaking me from my thoughts and I noticed that while I had been spacing one of them had gone and gotten our stuff from the Impala.

I looked over at Sam, seeing he was on his computer gave me a pretty good lie. "Just thinking about the case is all. Trying to figure it out."

Sam frowned and for a moment I didn't think he'd believe me, but then he nodded. "Okay." He looked up at the door as Dean walked in, going over to his bag and going through his clothes. "So there was the three drowning victims this year."

"Any before that?" Dean asked and I stood, going over to sit in the chair next to Sam. He was on a page labeled 'The Lake Manitoc Tribune. DROWNING TAINTS ICE FISHING FESTIVAL.'

"Uh, yeah." Sam responded, pulling up a webpage that said 'Tribune: 12-YEAR-OLD GIRL DROWNS IN LAKE, Second drowning in 6 months at Lake Manitoc'. "Six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either." Sam glanced back at Dean before looking to the screen again. "If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace."

Dean tossed a shirt onto the bed I had been sitting on before looking over to us. "So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?"

"This whole lake monster theory, it just, it just bugs me." Sam said, not looking away from the screen. I glanced at him before looking back to the screen.

"Why?" Dean asked, coming over to us. As he leaned over my shoulder to see the screen, I squirmed a bit.

"Loch Ness, uh, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing." Sam said, still looking at the article he'd pulled up. "Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it." He scrolled down to the comments section.

Dean pointed at it. "Wait. Barr. Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?"

Sam read from the page. "Christopher Barr, the victim in May." He clicked a link, opening a new page which had a picture of Lucas with a police officer and the headline read ' LOCAL MAN IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT.' "Oh. Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued." As Sam was speaking, Dean slowly straightened. Sam clicked the picture, and scratched his head. "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all."

"No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over." Dean said, his voice understanding.

"Your mother?" I asked, looking over at him. He nodded. "I'm sorry."

He didn't say anything instead going to sit on the bed. "So what was up earlier?"

"Hmm?" I asked, turning to him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"When we left the Police Station?" Dean elaborated, raising his eyebrows and Sam looked over at me as well. "You looked completely freaked."

I frowned and looked down, trying to decide if I should tell them or not. On the one hand if they were playing me they might hand me over to him, but if they weren't playing me they might be able to help and if I didn't tell them I would eventually be found by him.

I sighed. Might as well tell them. "I saw...him."

"Him?" Dean asked, an eyebrow raising.

"The thing that attacked me when I was twelve and killed Ryan on the night you met me." I explained, playing with the hem of my shirt. "He was here."

At this they looked surprised and worried. "What did he do?"

"He just walked up to me." I said, looking up again. "And then you guys came out and he wasn't there anymore."

"What, he just disappeared?" Dean asked, confused.

I sighed. "I told you he could move fast." I looked between the two of them. "Anyways, we're working one job already. No need to add another one on. I'll let you know if he shows again."

Dean seemed conflicted, but eventually nodded before standing. "Come on. Let's go talk to Lucas."

I nodded and stood, going out to the car and climbing into the backseat. I hadn't bothered to wait for Sam and Dean because I knew that they would want to talk over what I had just told them. I was giving them that time as I took a moment to compose myself. The incident had terrified me, even though I had expected him to show up eventually. He always did. He would probably show up once or twice more before disappearing for a few months. Each time he would try to kill me. It was like a game to him. Cat and mouse.

I frowned and quickly grabbed a paper and pen from the front seat, writing a note for Dean and Sam, letting them know that I would meet them at the park. There was something I had to do. With that I dropped the note in the front seat and climbed out of the car, heading down the sidewalk.

I quickly made it to the police station and as I walked in I spotted the Sheriff again. Shaking my head, I lowered my head so that my face wasn't visible and went over to one of the officers and started up a conversation.

"You seem kind of young to be an officer?" I said, smiling at him and brushing some hair behind my ear, but being sure the Sheriff wouldn't spot me.

"You seem kind of young to be someone from the Wildlife Service." He countered.

I smiled wider. "I'm actually more of an apprentice."

"Doesn't seem like a fun job." He commented, leaning back against his desk.

"Well, my mom loved it." I said, dropping my smile a bit and sighing. "She had big plans...until she died."

"Oh, wow." He seemed slightly shocked and a bit uncomfortable.

I glanced over to see that the Sheriff had left for a moment, so I turned back to the officer. "I should let you get back to work. I don't want to cause you problems."

He nodded and I turned away from him walking around slowly and looking at things before ducking into the Sheriff's office and closing the door and blinds. With that I started going through his things, until I found the file for Sophie. I flipped through it, not really expecting to find anything. Nothing. On his desk were pictures of Andrea and Lucas. There was nothing helpful in here. I sighed and then my head snapped up as I heard the turning of a knob. I quickly looked around for an out and saw that the window was open, so I quickly ran and jumped out of it, rolling to break the impact before rising in a run. When I was about a block away from the station I slowed to a walk and after I had started to breathe normally again I asked for directions to the park.

When I arrived I searched around until I spotted Sam talking to Andrea and Dean speaking to Lucas. They were sitting on a bench and Lucas was coloring. There was already a bunch of pictures lying around on the table along with some toy soldiers. None of them had noticed me yet. I cast one more quick look around and what I saw made my heart stop. HE was back. HE wouldn't really kill me in the middle of the park, would he?

"Relax. I'm not here to kill you yet." A breathy voice hissed and when I turned I saw that HE was standing right next to me. "I have a name you know."

"How did...?" I trailed off in realization. You can hear my thoughts, can't you?

"After that first bite four years ago, yes." HE said, lifting his head enough for me to see the glowing eyes under his hood. "You can call me...Kieran."

"Why are you here if not to kill me?" I asked, glaring. It made no sense.

"You were looking for me earlier, weren't you?" He said, his voice playful. "Not to mention, four years and we've never talked. If I'm not careful you might start to think I'm stalking you."

I flinched back as he raised his hand and stroked my cheek. "Don't touch me."

"Why? You're so soft." He said, stepping forward and letting his hand drop. "Are you afraid of what I might do to you? I already told you I'm not going to kill you. Not yet."

"You repulse me." I hissed, moving to back away, but his hand flashed out and his fingers closed painfully around my wrist. His skin was burning against mine and it took quite a bit of effort not to scream. Somehow I managed it, though I couldn't stop a whimper from escaping.

He moved forward until our faces were inches apart and spoke in deadly tones that were a far change from the playful tone he had been using. "You will leave when I tell you to. Today I'm not interested in the little game we've been playing." His firey orbs glared at me before he slowly turned his head to look in the direction that Sam and Dean were. I followed his gaze and saw that they were heading over to us. "I've been listening to your thoughts for quite a while now, Cameron. No one's ever survived this long against me, so I've never gotten to know anyone as well as I have you. You've made me think about trying something new."

I turned back to glare at him. "Just let me go. I don't care."

He leaned even closer and I jerked back but he pulled me forward before slamming me back against a tree nearby. I cried out as my head connected painfully with the wood and a moment later my cry was cut off by a pair of lips being shoved harshly over mine before they were suddenly gone and Kieran was facing Sam and Dean, his hand now around my throat and holding me up. "Don't come any closer or I'll kill her. It would be so easy to snap her neck like a twig."

They both stopped as they looked between the both of us. I was disgusted that Kieran had kissed me and terrified because it literally would be so easy for him to kill me right now. So why wasn't he?

"You hurt her and I'll kill you." Dean growled, glaring. If looks could kill...

"I don't want to hurt her yet. If I killed her now it would be no fun." Kieran said, lifting his head a bit. "But I will if I have to. After all, there's always more victims, though I have to admit, Cammie. You're my favorite."

"If you're not here to kill her, then why are you here?" Sam asked, his worried eyes on me.

"That's between me and your little sister." Kieran said, laughter in his voice. He turned to face me. "I'll be seeing you."

A moment later and I fell to my hands and knees. Dean and Sam hurried over to me, helping me up. I quickly looked at my wrist, it was bleeding a little. My lips seemed fine and as I calmed down I quickly wiped my mouth with my sleeve.

"Cameron!" Dean yelled and I quickly looked over at him, realizing just then they had been trying to get my attention for a bit now. "Are you okay?"

I stared at him for a moment. "I...don't know."

Dean grabbed my wrist and looked at it while Sam checked my neck over. Even though Sam's touch was gentle, I still hissed in pain. My neck was probably in pretty bad shape, though it couldn't be worse than my wrist since he'd been holding them about the same time. Sam pulled his hand away and there was a small bit of blood on it.

"Did we learn anything?" I asked, pulling away from them. "Any leads with Lucas?"

"That's what you want to talk about?" Dean asked, incredulous. "Not about the fact that you just nearly got killed?"

"He didn't kill me so I think it's time to start focusing on the case again." I replied, wiping my mouth again.

"Cameron, we need to get these taken care of and then we need to talk about what just happened." Sam said, his tone firm.

I glared. "What exactly is there to talk about? Some monster who likes to call himself Kieran wants me dead, but first he would rather play mind games with me while some other monster is killing people in the lake and upping it's body count. So really I think it's a nobrainer on which one we go after first. The one who wants to kill me but draw it out first or the one who wants to kill as many people as quickly as it possibly can. Which do you choose?"

They were both silent, though both looked pretty angry at me. I sighed and looked down and after a moment they headed off with me following them.

(Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been busy, but here you go. Enjoy and please review. :P)