Hey guys sorry it took so long! I was on a ski trip with no service one of my friends died and I got really sick. Altogether it's been a shitty week. Me and sweetkiwi604 agreed that till I get my head cleared after my friends death that I shouldn't be writing. BUT lucky for you I already had the next few chapters done! Credit goes to my bff Alanna and sweetkiwi604!

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Chapter 3 - You Never Know What's In The Water.

Dean, Sam, and I had one hell of a ride on our Wendigo hunt and now we're looking for a new one. Sam and I are on better terms now considering I totally saved his fucking ass a few times, being a college boy for two years definitely made him rusty. I looked up from my book at Dean who was circling an article or obituary in the news paper, maybe we've got a new gig after all.

Our waitress comes over, "Can I get either of you anything else?"

Dean just looks up and grins around the pen he's chewing on, I kick him in the shin under the table and he snaps out of his daze and glares at me. Sam walks over and sits down in the empty chair at our table.

"Just the check, please," I smiled.

As the waitress walked away Dean dropped his head and looks at me, "You know, Kat, we are allowed to have fun once in a while," he motioned to our waitress who was wearing very short shorts, "That's fun."

I kicked him in the leg again, "You're so disgusting. You know that?" Dean looked at me with a smirk and handed Sam the newspaper, "Here, take a look at this, I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, 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."

Sam and I looked at each other confused before I asked the question we were both thinking, "A funeral?"

"Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever."

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

"Something you want to say to me?" Dean caught on to the tone in Sammy's voice and I already had an idea of what he was going to say.

"The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day." Sam started.

"Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?" Dean questioned.

"Ugh, here we go. Shit gonna go down," I sighed knowing that this was quickly becoming an argument.

"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?"

"Or as much as me." I mumbled to myself which thankfully neither of my brothers heard because I said it with a snarky attitude.

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

"Kat and I are the ones that have 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?" Just then the waitress walked by again, and of course Dean tracked her with his eyes. Sam just rolled his eyes at Dean.

"All right, Lake Manitoc." I started but Dean wasn't paying any attention, Sammy and I exchanged an annoyed look before I kicked him in the leg again, "Hey!"

"Huh, what?" He asked innocently.

"How far is Lake Manitoc?" Sammy asks.

When we got to the Carlton's house Dean knocked on the door. I stood behind Sam and Dean who were standing right in front of the door.

"Guys, I'm a little young to pass as an agent of any sort," I whispered loudly just as the one of the Carlton's opened the door.

"Will Carlton?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah, that's right."

"I'm Agent Ford. This is Agent Hamill, and our assistant Anna. We're with the U.S. Wildlife Service." Dean explained holding up a fake ID.

Will showed us around to the backyard, where his father was, and started telling us what happened, "She was about a hundred yards out. That's where she got dragged down."

"So, you're sure she didn't just drown?" I asked.

"Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer." He explained, "She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as she was in her own bathtub."

"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" Dean asked.

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

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

"No. Again, she was really far out there."

"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?" I questioned trying to cover all of our bases.

"No, never. Why? Why, what do you thinks out there?"

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

Dean and Sam turned around to start heading back to the car but I stayed to ask Will another question, "What about your father? Can we talk to him?" Dean and Sam stopped and turned back around for an answer.

"Look, if you don't mind, I mean...he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot."

"We understand. Thank you for your time." I smiled politely as I turned and followed Sam and Dean to the car.

"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?" The Sheriff questioned clearly skeptical about our visit.

"You sure it's accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister," I brought up.

"Like what?" he asks, as he walks to his office, we follow and he motions for us to sit in the chairs in front of his desk. There are only two so I lean against the wall. He continues, "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."

Dean chuckles, "Yeah, I guess you're right." Sam shares a look with Dean and me, sure it's not Nessie but it could be something else, something worse, a lot worse.

"Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still," the Sheriff says as he sits down at his desk, "We dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there."

"That's weird, though, I mean, that's, that's the third missing body this year," Dean pointed out and he had a point, that is out of the ordinary, the Sheriff has to realize that something is out there.

"I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about. Anyway... All this...it won't be a problem much longer."

"What do you mean?" I ask thinking maybe he does know something about what's going on.

"Well, the dam, of course."

"Of course, the dam. It's, uh, it sprung a leak." Dean said trying to cover up my question as he glances at Sam then me. That probably has something to do with this.
"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." Sam nodded as there was a knock on the door, we all turn as it opens, a young woman walks in and Dean and Sam stand up.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?" she says, "I can come back later."

"Gentlemen, this is my daughter."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Dean," Dean smiles as he shakes her hand and I can't help but roll my eyes.

"Andrea Barr. Hi."

"Hi." Sam says then he looks and sees that Dean is checking her out, Sam steps on Deans foot, "Oh, sorry." Dean glares at him.

"They're from the Wildlife Service. About the lake."

"Oh." She says as a young boy enters the room and stands behind her.

"Oh, hey there. What's your name?" I ask crouching down so I am at his level but he just walks out of the room without saying a word, Ms. Barr follows him.

"His name is Lucas." The sheriff answers for him.

I peek out of the door and see him drawing with crayons as his mom tries to speak to him. "Is he okay?" I ask.

"My grandson's been through a lot. We all have." He stands up and walks to the door, "Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know." We all follow him out of the office.

"Thanks. You know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Sam asks.

"Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It's about two blocks south." She says, I thank her and start to walk away with Sam but Dean stopped and turned around.

"Two blocks—would you mind showing us?" Dean asked with a smirk, Sam and I look at each other, Sam sighs and I just roll my eyes.

She laughs, "You want me to walk you two blocks?"

"Not if it's any trouble."

"I'm headed that way anyway." She says and turns to her father, "I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three." She crouches down to Lucas, "We'll go to the park, okay, sweetie?" She kisses him and we follow her out the door. Dean walks beside Andrea and Sam and I walk behind them.

"Thanks again." He says, "So, cute kid."

"Thanks." She says while we cross the street.

"Kids are the best, huh?" Dean looks at her and she just ignores him.

Sam leans down and whispers to me, "Wow, he is really struggling with this one." I look at him and we both start laughing, Dean glares back at us and we just keep walking.

Andrea glances at him and ignores him. We keep walking. We stopped in front of a building that says 'LAKEFRONT MOTEL.'

"There it is. Like I said, two blocks. Must be hard, with your sense of direction," She smiles, "never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line." She calls back over her shoulder, "Enjoy your stay!"

Sam and I start laughing again and I ask, "Kids are the best?"

"You don't even like kids!" Sam exclaims.

"I love kids." Dean says, while he crosses his arms and looks at us.

"Name three children that you even know." I say, as Sam and I stop laughing and start walking to get a room, Dean follows behind up scratching his head and I look back at him and raise my eyebrow.

"I'm thinking!"

Kat 16

Sammy 20

Dean 24

"RUN!" Dean screams at Sam and I, he was running frantically from the barn bleeding from a large gash he had on his head. We obeyed and started running towards the cornfield, the Impala was parked on the other side as far as we knew. I looked back and saw that the farmer that lived in the house was loading a rifle as he walked moderately fast towards us. As he put it up to aim I saw that his eyes were completely black, no color in them at all.

"What happened?!" Sam yells, as Dean starts to catch up with Sam, I fall slightly behind because I'm not as good a runner as the boys. "Down!" I barked as I practically tackled the boys to the ground just as the farmer shot a few rounds at us. We take cover behind a nearby tractor and wait for him to finish off his clip,

"The demon caught on and threw me up against the side of the barn," he says panting as we take cover, I keep my eyes on the farmer, "I was able to get some holy water on the bitch, and when I did, he got right back up and threw something at my head."

"He's reloading, go!" I say darting for the cornfield, Sam and Dean follow me and we make it into the cornfield, somehow we managed to get separated. As I tried to navigate through the field I hear someone nearing me. I immediately fall on one knee and walk silently trying not to be seen, which apparently didn't do much because just a few seconds later I was being held up by a hand around my neck, the demon possessed farmer had got to me. I tried to call out for Sam or Dean but I couldn't make a sound. The man took his rifle and put it to my temple, just as he was going to pull the trigger he drops me and starts screaming in pain. I fall to the ground with a thud, gasping for air when my dad comes from behind the farmer and helps me up.

"Come on, now, we don't have much time. Dean made it to the car, go to him and I'll find Sam." He said pushing me in the direction of what I guessed was the lot where he had parked the Impala.

"Where were you?" I manage to say.

"Don't ask." He turns and runs in the opposite direction. I start running to where he told me to go, holding my neck with my hands when I run into what feels like a brick wall, I fall to the ground and look up to see Sam.

"Damn it! Sammy, I think you broke my nose!" I say as my hands find my face which is bleeding profusely, he grabs my arm and helps me up. He mutters sorry as he pulls me into a random direction. We hear the sound of the farmer's rifle and look at each other, "Dad!" we both yell as we start running in the direction of the gunshot. When we arrive we see the farmer dead on the ground as a cloud of black smoke came out of the man and flew into the wind.

"Damn it! He got away." We look up to see dad holding the rifle, "Come on kids lets get out of here. Someone was bound to have heard the gunshots." He says as he starts leading us away, I start to follow him then look back at Sam who is looking at the dead body.

"You okay?" I ask him slightly concerned. I knew what he was going to say, I always did. He was going to get mad at dad for killing that man, I mean, sure I was upset, but, Sam would just go ballistic. I knew that when we got into the car that there would be complete silence, but when we got back to the motel Sam and Dad were going to get in a huge fight; Sam would say he was going to leave, dad would tell him to go ahead and leave, Sam would take his backpack and go somewhere nearby for a day or two, then he would come back and they just wouldn't talk about it ever again.

But this time it was more serious than that. This time when Sam left he didn't just take a few things, he took everything. That was our last hunt as a family.

Once we get a room I sat on one of the beds and started reading one of my books, Sam researched on his laptop at the table, and Dean went through all of his dirty clothes.

"So there's the three drowning victims this year," Sam announces reading off the laptop.

I ask him, barely paying attention, "Any before that?"

"Uh, yeah." I look up at him and fold in the page I'm at and close my book, he continues, "Six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace."

"So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean asks.

"This whole lake monster theory, it, it just bugs me." Dean walked over to read the story over Sammy's shoulder.

"Why?" I questioned.

"Loch Ness, uh, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing." he continues, "Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it."

Dean points at something on the screen, "Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?"

Sam reads from the page, "Christopher Barr, the victim in May." He clicks on a link, "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."

"Maybe we have an eyewitness after all," I say.

"No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over." Dean said as he walked over to grab his car keys, "Anyone want to go to the park?"

We start walking from the Impala to the playground and we see Andrea sitting on a bench looking at Lucas, who is at another bench coloring and playing with toy soldiers.

"No flirting." I command Dean.
He grinned, "Well, you two are no fun."
"Can we join you?" Sam asks her and she looks up at us.

"I'm here with my son," she says clearly trying to politely say no but Dean didn't catch on, or didn't care.
Dean looks over at Lucas, "Oh. Mind if I say hi?" He asks then he starts to walk over to the bench that the boy is at without waiting for an answer.

"Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing isn't gonna work on me," she says as Sam and I sit down.

"I don't think that's what this is about," I tell her honestly.

"Is this still about the lake?" Sam and I nod, "This is about Lucas' father?"

"Yes, I'm sorry for your loss, but we need to know what happened. Anything you or Lucas can remember would help." Sam says, as we watch Dean, who's drawing with Lucas' crayons.

"They just went out swimming like they always did. Chris told me they were going to be gone for a couple hours, it was morning so I told them to be back for lunch. I had been inside, I made them some sandwiches and when they didn't come in I guessed that they lost track of time," she paused for a minute to collect herself, "When I went out to get them I didn't see them... After a while I called my dad, then I spotted Lucas drifting on something and he was too far out for me to swim to him. When we got Lucas out of the water he was sunburned and dried up like a prune. I asked him where his Daddy was and he didn't say anything. They spent days looking around that lake, they never found him."

"And what about Lucas?" I asked her as Dean walked up to the bench.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident."

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry." Dean says sympathetically.

"What are the doctors saying?" I ask.

"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress." She replied as she looked over to Lucas.

"That can't be easy. For either of you," Sam says following her line of sight.

"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..." She stops and looks down at her hands.

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." Dean remarks and turns to look at Lucas who is walking towards us carrying one of his drawings.

"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 stops speaking as Lucas walks and stands next to Dean, "Hey sweetie."

Lucas holds up the drawing to Dean, Andrea looks somewhat surprised that Lucas gave the picture to Dean, "Thanks. Thanks, Lucas." He holds it and looks at it as Lucas walks back to his bench. Dean looks from the picture to Sam and me, "Thank you, Andrea, but we have to be going now." She nods and Sam and I get up and walk up beside Dean who's already heading to the car.

Dean and I sit inside the motel room, Dean sitting on a bed looking at the picture that Lucas gave him, I sit at the table reading through anything in dad's journal that says anything about any kind of lake monster. Sam opens the door and walks in, locking the door behind him.

"So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie." Sam says, as he sits next to me at the table.

"What do you mean?" I ask

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

"He drowned?" Dean questioned.

"Yep. In the sink."

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

"Fuck damn, he was kinda cute too. What a shame," this of course earned me a look from both of my brothers, "Yeah, okay but what else could it be?"

"I don't know. Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water that comes from the same source."

"The lake." Sam realizes.

Dean nods, "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 interject, "And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere."

Dean stands up, "This is gonna happen again soon." He walks over and sits down at the table with Sam and me.

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

"Yeah, it took both his kids."

"And I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris—Bill Carlton's godson."

Dean gets up and grabs his coat, "Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit."

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