We found Bill Carlton sitting on a wooden bench that was out on his dock. He was just staring out at the water with such a devastated expression that it almost hurt to look at him.

"Mr. Carlton?" Sam asked, his tone kind as we walked over to him. Bill looked up to us. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

I tucked my hands into the pockets of my red hoody and stared at Bill as Dean spoke. "We're from the, the Department—"

"I don't care who you're with." Bill interrupted, his voice breaking as he looked out to the lake again. Dean looked to Sam with a slightly taken aback expression before he looked back to Bill. "I've answered enough questions today."

"Your son said he saw something in that lake." Sam said softly, glancing out to the lake as Bill fought not to cry. "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."

"My children are gone. It's...it's worse than dying. Go away. Please." Bill said, his voice choked. I looked down at my feet before looking out at the pretty but now dark waters around the dock.

Sighing, I inclined my head towards Sam and Dean as they turned to head back to the car. "I'll be with you guys in a moment."

They stared at me in confusion before nodding and heading off.

Bill leaned down and covered his face with his hand. "What do you want? I don't want your condolences."

"I wasn't going to give them." I murmured, kicking a pebble into the lake. "They won't do you any good."

"Then what do you want?" He asked, turning to face me as he dropped his hand to his side.

"People are dying and they're going to keep dying...unless you help us." I replied, turning to look at him. "I know you know something and I know that right now you're thinking that nothing matters anymore and maybe to you it doesn't, but are you really willing to deal with the deaths that will happen if you don't help us?" I knelt down next to him as he turned away again. "I get it. Your children are gone and they're the things that mattered most to you, but what about Lucas? What about Andrea? If you don't help us, if you don't tell us what you know then they're probably going to be the next ones to die. Are you willing to deal with that?"

He turned to face me again, his expression dark. "You wouldn't understand. Now go away...and leave me in peace."

"So what, are you just gonna stare at this lake when Lucas drowns?" When Bill just continued to stare forward, I scoffed and angrily got to my feet. "If you're just gonna sit here while people die instead of trying to stop the thing that killed your children then maybe you should join them."

With that I turned and walked back to the car, angrily climbing in and buckling up as Dean started the car. I could understand that Bill Carlton was in pain because his children were dead and he was right I couldn't empathize with him there, but Lucas and Andrea were still very much alive and this thing wasn't slowing down any. He knew what was going on, I was sure of it and yet he didn't say anything.

"We're going to Andrea's." Sam said, looking back to me and breaking me out of my thoughts. "We think maybe Lucas might know something."

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." Andrea said, hands on her hips as she stared at Dean. We had been here for about ten minutes now, just arguing with her. I was kind of surprised she hadn't kicked us out with how much she was against the idea. My reasoning was that she wanted our help but was afraid of what she might find out if she accepted it. Which was completely understandable, but she needed to choose one or the other because frankly I was getting tired of standing here and watching Dean trying to persuade her while she shot down his every attempt when it was obvious she wanted help.

"I just need to talk to him." Dean said, messing with his fingers as he stared at her. "Just for a few minutes."

"He won't say anything." Andrea said, shrugging. "What good's it gonna do?"

"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt." Sam said, glancing over to Dean before back to Andrea. "We think something's happening out there."

Correction, we knew something was happening out there and she probably did as well, but she was scared. Normal people should be scared.

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

Sighing, I looked over towards the stairs before looking back to Andrea. "Really? Is that what you're falling back on? We both know that you don't believe that."

"They just drowned." She repeated, her tone was firm, but her eyes told a different story. They were full of doubt.

"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 me talk to your son." Dean said, his tone firm. We just stood there in silence for a few more seconds as Andrea judged what he was saying and his sincerity and then she debated whether or not to accept our help. I was fairly sure that I knew what her answer would be.

Andrea sighed and nodded before leading us up to Lucas's room. Andrea and Sam stayed in the doorway while Dean and I walked into the room though unlike Dean I remained standing as he crouched next to Lucas who had several pictures spread out in front of him and was drawing again while his toy soldiers were positioned on a drawn map.

"Hey, Lucas. You remember me?" Dean clasped his hands in front of him with his elbows resting on his knees. After a moment of silence, Dean moved a picture over to show the exact same drawing underneath. He looked back to Lucas as he settled down into a sitting position on the floor. "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again."

I moved a bit closer so I could look over Lucas's shoulder and see what he was drawing. It was a person in water and it appeared that the person was drowning. Maybe his dad? Perhaps Lucas was doing some kind of art therapy type thing. It made sense. He enjoyed drawing and he wasn't talking. He needed someway to get it all out.

Dean slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, unfolding it and setting it in front of Lucas. Upon closer inspection I realized that it was a picture of Bill Carlton's house.

"How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen?" Dean waited for a response. "Maybe you could nod yes or no for me." Dean suggested. Lucas kept coloring, not even glancing up at him. "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 glanced over to Dean, leaning against the wall behind Lucas as Dean continued to speak, his voice breaking a few times. "I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom—I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too."

Lucas dropped his crayon and slowly looked up to Dean, reaching forward and picking up a picture before handing it over. Dean accepted it, looking down before back up to Lucas. "Thanks, Lucas."

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean said from the front seat of the Impala. We had just left the Barr house and were now trying to figure out the picture Lucas had given Dean. I kept finding myself looking at Dean as I thought about what he had said. He really had loved his mother and from the way he described her I was sure that she felt the same about him. I wasn't sure what to make of it. All I knew about parents was that my dad had abandoned me, my mom had died, and I'd been stuck with an abusive when drunk stepfather who blamed me for her death. I didn't fit into this family at all.

"There are cases—going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." Sam said, gesturing with his hands and receiving a few glances from Dean. I couldn't tell if he was recieving these glances because Dean thought he was insane or just because Dean was thinking it over.

"Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow?" Dean wondered, taking a hand off of the steering wheel as he glanced over to Sam who seemed hesitant on this theory. Obviously he had just been stating things that he had heard but didn't actually believe in. "I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you got a better lead, please."

Sam held a hand up relentingly before speaking. "All right, we got another house to find."

"The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Dean said, his voice irritated. Way to think outside the box, I thought a little bit amused.

"There has to be some other way to find it." I said, leaning forward and resting my head on my arms which I had folded on top of the front seat. "They can't all look exactly the same. There's always a defining feature."

"See this church?" Sam said, looking at the picture before rolling his head over to look at Dean and I. "I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."

"Oh, College Boy thinks he's so smart." Dean said, focusing on the road as he teased Sam.

Sam stared at him for another moment before chuckling a bit and turning away. I watched him as he seemed to be trying to say something but each time he fell short before he finally decided to say it. "You know, um...what you said about Mom...you never told me that before."

"It's no big deal." Dean said, his tone making it obvious he didn't want to discuss it. Sam continued to stare at him and he turned to glance at him before back to the road, grimacing. "Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?"

Sam smiled humorlessly and turned away, looking back to the picture. As I watched them interact I couldn't help but wonder where I belonged in this situation. Not just the conversation, but with them. Yeah, I was their sister and I didn't want to leave or anything, but I knew almost nothing about them. They were Sam and Dean, brothers and I was...Cameron, the sister that just tagged along and sat in the backseat, only causing problems for them. They said they wanted to help me, but it had to irritate them. At least some. Frowning, I sat back and gazed out the window, neither of my brothers noticing anything different.

We soon approached the white church that looked very similar to the one Lucas had drawn and Dean quickly pulled the picture out before comparing the scenes. The yellow house was there and so was the wooden fence. Looked like we had a match.

Sam glanced at Dean before the two of them climbed out of the car. I was about to follow, but Dean shook his head at me. "I'll explain when we get back."

Frowning, I nodded and pulled my door closed again. What his reasoning could possibly be, I didn't know, but I was willing to wait for once. After all, I was just the inexperienced girl that happened to be related to them. Sighing, I let my head fall back against the seat and closed my eyes.

After sitting in silence for a moment a voice from my left startled me. "You're probably right, you know."

My head whipped around and I was surprised to see Kieran sitting beside me in the seat with his hands folded behind his head and his feet propped up on Dean's seat. The door shut with a soft thud as I stared, fear rising in my stomach.

Several times I opened my mouth to speak, but each time I couldn't find the words as I was slowly paralyzed.

"Speechless by my good looks?" Kieran suggested, turning his head so he was able to look at me better. "Don't worry. For what I have in mind, you won't need to talk."

What the hell did that mean? I wondered, but before I could ask the question he was suddenly very close to me, his hands gripping the sides of my face painfully. The world slowly and painfully fell away from me as Kieran's sadistic eyes connected with mine. And I didn't mean that in the way that people always had it in books, I meant it literally. Everything around me was literally melting away as he held my gaze and I was incapable of stopping it. When Kieran released me, we were sitting in a void of black instead of the back of Dean's car. It was almost like he had dropped me into a pit of nothingness and I probably would've feared that he had if it weren't for the whispering around us.

"Now, then." Kieran said, standing and pulling his hood down to reveal long straggly black hair. He looked me up and down, his eyes accusatory. "I think you owe me an apology."

At this I scoffed and glared up at him. "I owe you an apology? You're the one who's been trying to kill me! I owe you nothing! You can go rot in hell for all I care."

"That would be more effective if your voice weren't shaking." Kieran murmured, tilting his head to the side as he continued to study me. It wasn't until I started to fidget nervously that he spoke again. "There's still some things I don't know about you. I mean, yeah I've been able to hear a lot of what goes on up in your pretty little head, but I can't pay attention all the time. So first thing I want to address, how many guys have taken an interest in you and gotten a reward out of it?"

For a moment I just stared at him to judge whether he was joking or not and when he just continued to look at me, I chuckled humorlessly and got to my feet. "A-Are you trying to say you like me? Cause if so that's the most revolting thing I've ever heard. And that's saying something."

At this Kieran actually seemed a little hurt before his expression became enraged and he reached forward, grabbing me roughly by the shoulders and pulling me closer to him. "You might want to think about what you say before you say it, sweetheart. If I hadn't taken an interest, you would be dead right now."

As I stared up at him, I fought to control the fear rising up in me as his grip tightened. "You're planning on killing me anyways."

"At the moment, yes." He hissed, leaning closer. "However, if you give me a chance I might change my mind."

Glaring up at him, I clenched my hands into fists and quickly brought one of them up into his stomach. He made a slight pained noise, though it could've also just been anger. The whispering around us got louder and I suddenly found my head being pushed to the side before Kieran dove forward and ripped into my throat with his teeth.

I couldn't stop the scream that tore from my throat and as he bit deeper, causing blood to flow down my neck, staining my top. I squeezed my eyes shut as I sturggled against him, frantic to get the pain to stop. After a moment I realised that someone was shaking me and at first I thought that it was Kieran trying to cause more pain for me, but as the whispers grew louder and began to form coherent words I realized that Kieran was standing still, crushing me against him as he fed.

"Cameron!" Someone was calling my name and they sounded worried, but as my eyes began to droop and I slowly went limp I couldn't discern who it was. "Cameron! Wake up!"

As the voice got louder, Kieran became less solid against me and the void which he had pulled me into faded away and after another moment I found myself back in the Impala, only instead of being alone I found that Sam and Dean were back. Dean was in the front, looking very worried and Sam was beside me, shaking my shoulder.

Gasping, I quickly sat up, my hand going to my neck to find that it was unscathed. After I had caught my breath I looked up at my two brothers. "Sorry. I'm sorry, I..."

"It's fine." Sam said before looking to Dean and then back to me. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, brushing my hair back behind my ears. Of course I knew what they were talking about, but as I had said before I wasn't used to sharing things and I was stalling for time. Time to gather myself together so I seemed alright instead of a quivering mess.

"You were screaming." Dean said, raising his eyebrows. "And frankly you looked like someone was trying to kill you."

"Oh." I murmured, looking down at my lap. "I thought someone was."

"What?" Sam asked, his tone a little dangerous.

I flinched back a little though I wasn't sure if his tone was directed at me or not. "Kieran was here or I thought he was, I don't know. Anyways he was in the car and then we weren't anymore and he was talking about liking me or something. Words were exchanged, he got angry and then he was biting into my neck. And now we're here so for all I know it was all some really bizarre and terrifying dream."

As I had explained what had happened to them, their expressions had become angry and I found myself shrinking back into the seat and wrapping my arms around myself. "Okay so I told you what happened, you guys seem to be really angry with me now. New topic. What did you find out?"

Dean rolled his eyes and turned to face the front for a moment before turning back to me. "We're not angry with you. But this creep is gonna get what's coming to him."

I blinked and stared for a moment before looking to Sam who nodded in agreement. "Oh. I just assumed, I'm sorry. I'm not used to people being angry with anyone else when I'm nearby."

Sam's eyes grew sad and he was about to say something when I cut him off. "So, what did you find?"

"The boy in the picture is Peter Sweeney, he disappeared thirty-five years ago." Dean answered as Sam moved back to the front seat. "Bill Carlton knew him though so we're going back to speak with him again."

"Do you actually think we're going to get anything from him? He's not exactly cooperative." I said, my irritation with the man seeping into my tone. "I mean, I get it. He just lost his kids, but shouldn't that make him more likely to help? Wouldn't he want revenge?"

"Not always." Sam said, looking back at me. "He lost everything, he's the definition of broken. At least right now."

I sighed and leaned back in the seat. "Still. Shouldn't that give him more reason? The human body's response to these situations is simple. He's hurt whether it's physical or not the body will still try to heal itself. In these situations, it falls back on revenge. I mean the only way that it wouldn't that I can think of would be if..." I trailed off as a lightbulb went off in my head.

"If what?" Dean asked, starting the car.

"What if Peter's dead?" I suggested, leaning over between the two seats. "I mean, yeah he could've just disappeared but how likely is it that he's still alive no matter how he disappeared? Not likely. Bill was in the picture with him so we know that they knew each other. Bill knows about what's going on at the lake and he's lost the only thing that he really cared about. What if Bill killed Peter and he doesn't want revenge because he thinks it's his fault that his kids are dead because he killed Peter in the first place?"

"Huh." Dean glanced over at me before looking back to the road as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "You might be onto something there. Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible."

Sam nodded slowly, glancing between the two of us. "Makes sense."

(Here's another chapter. Hope you guys enjoy it. Again please review and I'm also open to any ideas that you guys might have. I've more or less got this episode planned out but if there's anything you want to see in any of the other episodes that I'll be using just post in a review and I will try to fit it in though I might put a tiny bit of a twist on it, but I will try to stay with the idea if anyone offers any. The next episode is Phantom Traveler. That's the one with the plane. That'll be fun to write. So yeah, ideas post in review. So like if there's a certain kind of scene you want to happen or a conversation you want to happen between the siblings, that kind of thing. Thanks for those who are reading and extra big thanks to snn7b.)