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Chapter 4 - You Never Know What's In The Water Part 2
"Mr. Carlton?" Sam announced our presence while we walked up to the dock that Bill Carlton was sitting on, "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind. We're from the, the Department-"
"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today."
"Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there?" Dean asked, "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." We walked back to the car respecting the man's statement.
"What do you think?" I questioned.
"Aw, I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Dean answers.
"So, now what?" Sam asked leaning against the Impala. Dean however stood still and stared at the house.
"What is it?" I asked, not understanding what he was doing.
"Huh, maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something," Dean said as he pulled out the drawing Lucas gave him out of his pocket and showed it to Sam and I, the drawing of the Carlton's house.
"That kid drew a picture of this house for you?" I asked.
"Maybe it's time to talk to Lucas again," Dean said as he slid into the driver's seat.
We made our way up to the door and I knock a couple times before ringing the doorbell, "What exactly are you gonna do? He doesn't talk."
"Maybe I can get him to draw me another picture," Dean replied just before Ms. Barr opens the door.
"Oh, hello. Can I help you?" She asked, clearly surprised to see us standing on her front porch.
"If you don't mind, we need to see Lucas," Sam answered as she invited us in.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea."
"I just need to talk to him," Dean said, "Just for a few minutes."
"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." I confessed.
"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all."
"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 then please let Dean talk to your son," I almost pleaded with her.
She showed us to Lucas' room where he was sitting on the floor coloring with the toy soldiers standing around him almost like they were keeping guard. Sam, Andrea, and I stood in the doorway while Dean walked over and crouched down by Lucas.
"Hey, Lucas. You remember me?" Dean asked as he looked at the pictures Lucas has drawn; there are two of a red bicycle and he's drawing a picture of someone in the water, "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is I need your help again. How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me." Lucas ignored him and kept coloring. "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."
Lucas dropped his crayon and looked up at Dean, we thought for a brief moment maybe Dean had gotten through to him but he just handed Dean a picture of a white church next to a yellow house, a boy with a blue baseball cap and red bicycle in front of a wooden fence.
"Thanks, Lucas."
Sam, Dean, and I found the house from Lucas' picture, Dean held up the picture to confirm that it's the same house. We walked over to the door and I stood off to the side as they knocked.
"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 asks the older woman who opened the door.
"No sir. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now."
She graciously invited us in and showed us a few pictures of the boy then took us to his room.
"May I ask what happened to him?" I asked politely not wanting to upset her.
"The police never—I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared," she explained sadly when I noticed the little figurine soldiers sitting on the floor and discretely pointed them out to Sam and Dean, they looked exactly like the ones Lucas had, "Losing him—you know, it's...it's worse than dying."
Sam and I looked at each other and Dean glanced over to me.
"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" I asked.
"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up."
Dean looked at the mirror and pointed to a picture with two boys on it before he took it off and flipped it over. He read the back of it and looked at Sammy as handed me the picture, "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy."
"Thank you for your time," Sam told the woman after we asked her a few more questions before leaving. We all slid into the Impala and the engine roared to life as Dean started her up and we drove away from the house.
"Okay, this little boy Peter Sweeney vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow," Sammy stated.
"Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?" I replied in a way that made it sound like I was saying duh dumbass but as usual they ignored me.
"And Bill, the people he loves, they're all getting punished," Sam continued.
"So what if Bill did something to Peter?" Dean questions.
"Holy fuck," I breathed out and they both looked at me, "What if he's the one that killed him? Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge; I'd want to kill them all. It's possible."
As we came closer to the Carlton's house the engine died down to a purr as Dean slowed it to a stop.
"Mr. Carlton?" he yells, "Mr. Carlton!"
"He must be around back?" I said forming my statement as a question.
Sam and Dean led the way to the back of the house just as Mr. Carlton was going out on the lake in his boat. Dean sees this and punched Sam's arm to get his attention as well all start running towards the dock, "Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!" Dean was yelled furiously.
"Mr. Carlton! Mr. Carlton, please!" Sam and I were waving our arms as we ran trying to get his attention but he ignored us and kept going. The water suddenly rose up and flipped boat over, both him and the boat vanish in the water. "Shit!"
We walked into the sheriff's office and see Andrea there with Lucas.
"Sam, Dean, Kat. I didn't expect to see you here," She said sounding somewhat annoyed.
The sheriff walked in the room, "So now you're on a first-name basis. What are you doing here?"
"I brought you dinner," She said to him picking up the bag she had sitting on the counter.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time."
"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?" she asked him.
"Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home," he said concerned.
Lucas looked up from his drawing and started whimpering. He jumped up and tugged Dean's sleeve, "Lucas, hey, what is it? Lucas?" Lucas started freaking out and started pulling really hard on Dean's arm; Dean leaned down on one knee, "Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." Andrea pulled Lucas away from Dean and ushered him outside as the sheriff led us into his office.
"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?"
Dean looked at Sam and Sam looked over to me. "Yeah, that about sums it up," Dean chuckled.
"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?" Dean looked up surprised, "That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you two."
"See, now, we can explain that."
"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. 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. 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."
Sam quickly answered, "Door number two sounds good." We left and got into the Impala. Dean seemed troubled as we got into the car. He drove without speaking. Dean was stopped at light as we were about to leave the town. The light turned green and the car didn't move.
"Green," I stated.
"What?" He questioned and clearly I had interrupted a deep thought that was going through his mind.
"Light's green," I repeated but Dean turned right.
"Uh, the interstate's the other way," Sam spoke up.
"I know," Dean replied simply as he floored the car back into town.
"But Dean, this job, I think it's over." Sam said confused.
Dean thought about it for a moment, "I'm not so sure."
"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest," I interject.
"All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done?" Dean challenged, "You know, what if we've missed something? What if more people get hurt?"
"But why would you think that?" Sam asked looking over to Dean, who paused before answering.
"Because Lucas was really scared," Dean finally admitted.
Sam chuckled and through my own laughter I asked, "That's what this is about?"
"I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay."
"Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?" Sam teased and I giggled.
"Shut up."
"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late." Sam asked Dean as we walked up to the backdoor. I looked at them, silently agreeing with Sam as I rang the doorbell. The same exact time my finger hit the button Lucas swung the door open looking desperate and very afraid.
"Lucas? Lucas!" Dean yelled as we all ran after him as he frantically made his way up the stairs that had water flowing down every step. Lucas pounded on the bathroom door repeatedly as water seemed out from under it.
Dean grabbed Lucas and moved him from the door as Sam ran over and kicked in the door. Lucas clung on to Dean, scared and crying. Sam and I ran into the bathroom, the water in the bathtub was so filthy it looked almost like mud. Sam ran to the tub and stuck his arms in, trying to find Andrea in the deep tub, when he finally did he started desperately to pull her out but it looked as if she was being pulled down the drain. I threw my jacket to the side and tried to help Sammy. We pulled and pulled until she came crashing down on the floor on top of us. The water turned clear and emptied down the drain.
In the morning Andrea sat across from Sam still very upset over what happened while Dean went through some old notebooks he found on the bookshelves.
"I'm going crazy," she said putting her face in her hands.
"No, you're not. Tell me what happened. Everything," Sam gently.
"I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice."
I walked over and sat on the armrest of the chair that Sam was sitting on, "What did it say?"
"It said...it said 'come play with me'," she cried harder wiping her hair from her face, "What's happening?"
Dean took out one of the scrapbooks and flipped through it, he threw it on the table in front of Andrea, "Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?"
"What? Um, um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures."
"Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff," I realized looking from one brother to the other.
"Bill and the sheriff—they were both involved with Peter," Sam corrected me.
"What about Chris? My dad—what are you talking about?" Andrea said confused.
"Lucas?" Dean asked as he saw him staring out the window, "Lucas, what is it?"
Lucas opened the door and walked outside; we all got up from our places and followed him.
"Lucas, honey?" Andrea called after him.
Lucas stopped walking and looked at the ground before looking at Dean.
"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Dean instructed seeing something in his eyes.
Andrea guided Lucas back into the house as Dean, Sam and I got shovels from the Impala before we started digging. My shovel clanks against something and we started digging with our hands until we pulled out a red bicycle.
"Peter's bike. Damn it," I muttered under my breath.
"Who are you?"
We all turned around at the same time to find Jake standing there pointing a gun at us.
"Put the gun down Jake," Sam told him.
"How did you know that was there?"
"What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake, nothing stays buried," I snapped. I have never liked having guns pointed at me and this dude was about three seconds away from me kicking his ass six was from Sunday. Just when I was about to make my move Andrea came out of the house and saw Jake pointing the gun at me and my brothers.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Jake argued.
"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell she's talking about," Dean declared.
"Dad!" Andrea yelled as she ran up to where we were.
"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit," I commented.
"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," Dean continued.
"Yeah, and how do you know that?" he asked.
"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton," I answered.
"Listen to yourselves, all of you. You're insane."
"I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us. But if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake," I yelled raising my voice with each word. I was on the verge of picking up one of the shovels and beating this guy in the head for being so damn fucking stupid!
"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea questioned.
"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous."
"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me," she begged. Jake turned his attention to her. "Tell me you—you didn't kill anyone." Jake looked away from her. "Oh my God."
"Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to. But we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go, and it sank."
Me and my brothers all glanced at each other, how could someone be so stupid? I thought to myself.
"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."
"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 said.
Andrea turned at looked out to the dock and gasped, we all followed to where her eyes were. "Lucas!" she screamed.
"Lucas!" the sheriff yelled.
We all ran towards the dock where Lucas was leaning over the side reaching for a toy soldier that he dropped in the water.
"Come play with me," an eerie voice said that must have been Peter's.
"Lucas!" Dean yelled as we ran to where he was.
"Lucas! Baby, stay where you are!" Andrea cried out.
A hand came up from the water and pulled Lucas in. When we reached the edge of the lake Sam and Dean I run to the end of the dock. I dive in with Dean right behind me.
"Oh my God!" I heard Andrea cry out. She took off her jacket to jump in.
"Andrea, stay there!" I yelled, "Sam, make her stay!" I told him before diving under the water with Dean. Sam must have gotten her to stay because no one else entered the water.
Dean and I come up for air at the same time. "Kat?" he asked and I shook my head.
"Lucas, where are you?" Andrea said from Sam's arms as he was held her tight to keep her from jumping into the water.
Dean and I dove back under, the water stung my eyes but I didn't care I just needed one of us to find the kid. It was hard to see, the water was so dark and dirty that you couldn't see more than a few feet in front of you.
Dean and I came up for air again and we see Jake walking into the water offering himself up to Peter as a peace offering.
"Jake, no!" Dean yelled but it was too late, Peter surfaced in front of Jake.
"Just let it be over!" Jake pleaded and then was yanked down under the water.
"Daddy! Daddy! No!" Andrea cried out, Sam was still holding her and he tightened his hold on her. Dean and I dove back down. I looked until I was out of breath again, I surfaced empty handed. I looked over to Sam and Andrea and shook my head.
Andrea is struggling in Sam's arms. A couple seconds later Dean's head broke the surface with Lucas in his arms.
We walked out of the motel room and Sam and I threw our bags into the trunk. Dean was just standing there; you could see on his face that he was disappointed that we couldn't save Jake.
"Look, we're not gonna save everybody," I tried.
"I know," he nodded as Andrea walked up.
"Sam, Kat, Dean," she said coming over to the Impala with Lucas was walking right next to her.
"Hey," Dean said stepping around the car.
"We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road," she said motioning to the tray Lucas was carrying, "Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."
"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas asked speaking for the first time.
"Of course," Andrea she smiled and she gave Lucas a kiss on the head.
"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car," Dean said and walked over to where we kept the cooler.
"How you holding up?" Sam questioned.
"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?"
"Andrea, I'm sorry," I said.
She just shook her head. "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."
"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 as he leaned down and whispered something into Lucas' ear.
"Zeppelin rules!" Lucas hollered.
"That's right," Dean smiled proudly, "Up high," he said with his hand up for a high-five.
"You take care of your mom, okay?" Dean said in a serious voice to Lucas
"All right," Lucas nodded. Then right after that Andrea walked up to Dean and planted one on him. She just walked right up to him and kissed him! Who the hell does that?!
"Thank you," she said but Dean didn't respond he just walked around the car.
"Sam, Kat, move your asses. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road."
We got into the car and, Bad Company's, "Movin' On" starts to play when Dean started the engine.
We smiled at Andrea and Lucas who were still standing there, Lucas waved and we drove away.
"Dean?" I asked.
"Yeah Kitty?" he said, glancing at me in the rear view mirror.
"You happy?" I questioned genuinely curious. He though about it for a minute before replying.
"Yeah, yeah I am," he said smiling to himself.
"Good then maybe we don't have to listen to you whine about having fun and shit for the next few days. Or towns, whichever comes last."
"Oh Kitty Kat, you can never have too much fun," he said with a wink.
I laid down in the back to catch up on some sleep. One monster down, a million and one to go.
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