There is a mostly empty plate in front of Olive, who is circling obituaries in a newspaper.
An attractive waitress approaches. "Can I get you anything else?" Dean looks up and grins around the pen he's chewing on.
Sam comes over and sits down. "Just the check, please."
"Okay." The waitress walks away. Dean drops his head, then looks at Sam.
"You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while." Dean points to the waitress walking away; she's wearing short shorts. "That's fun."
Sam looks at him. Olive hands 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." Olive tells them, swiping a lock of hair behind her ear to keep it out of her face.
"A funeral? I thought they didn't find the body." Dean says, looking at Olive.
"Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever." Olive shrugsm
"Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear. Other people just stop looking for them." Sam butts in.
"Something you want to say?" Dean challenges.
"The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day."
"Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?" Dean asks, eyebrows raised.
"I don't know. Something. Anything."
"You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think we wanna find Dad as much as you do?" Olive asks.
"Yeah, I know you do, it's just-" Sam starts.
"We're the ones that've 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. 'Kay?" Olive says, irritation showing in her voice.
Sam rolls his eyes. The waitress walks by, distracting Dean.
"All right, Lake Manitoc. Hey!" Sam snaps in Dean's face.
Dean returns his attention to Sam. "Huh?" Olive rolls her eyes.
"How far?"
Dean knocks on the door while Sam and Olive stand the to sides of him, waiting until someone opens the door. Will Carlton opens it.
"Will Carlton?" Dean asks.
"Yeah, that's right."
"I'm Agent Crosby. This is Agent Stills," he gestures to Sam. "And Agent Nash." he gestures to Olive. "We're with the US Wildlife Service." Dean holds up an ID.
Bill Carlton is sitting on a bench on the dock. Will brings the siblings around to see him. "She was about a hundred yards out. That's where she got dragged down."
"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Dean suggests.
"Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub."
"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" Sam pulls out a notepad, looking intently at Will.
"No, that's what I'm telling you."
"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?"
"No. Again, she was really far out there."
"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?" Olive asks.
"No, never. Why? Why, what do you think's out there?"
"We'll let you know as soon as we do." Olive nods and heads back to the car, Dean in tow.
"What about your father?" Dean and Olive stop, and turn back. "Can we talk to him?"
Will turns to look at Bill, then turns back. "Look, if you don't mind, I mean...he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot."
"We understand." Sam, Dean and Olive go to the car.
Sheriff Jake Devins talks to Sam, Olive and Dean. "Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?"
"You sure it's accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister."
"Like what?" They walk into Jake's office. Jake motions to chairs in front of his desk. "Here, sit, please. There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake." Sam, Dean and Olive sit. "There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness Monster."
"Yeah." Dean laughs. "Right." Sam and Olive glance at Dean.
"Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still," Jake sits down. "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." Olive reminds him.
"I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about."
"I know."
"Anyways..." Jake sighs. "All this...it won't be a problem much longer."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the dam, of course."
"Of course, the dam. It's, uh, it sprung a leak?" Olive says slowly.
"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".
A young woman taps on the door. "Sorry, am I interrupting?" The Winchesters stand up. "I can come back later."
"Gentlemen, and lady," he adds hastily. "This is my daughter."
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean." Dean shakes the womans's hand.
"Andrea Barr. Hi."
"Hi."
"They're from the Wildlife Service. About the lake."
"Oh." A boy walks in around Andrea.
"Oh, hey there. What's your name?" Olive questions softly, sending how shy the boy is due to the bowed head.
The boy walks away without speaking. Andrea follows. "His name is Lucas."
Lucas and Andrea are in the main room, and Andrea gives him some crayons out of a box. "Is he okay?" Sam asks.
"My grandson's been through a lot. We all have." Jake stands and goes to the office door. "Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know."
Dean, Sam, Olive, and Jake leave the office.
"Thanks. You know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Dean inquires.
"Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It's about two blocks south." Andrea suggests.
"Two-would you mind showing us?" Dean requests.
Andrea laughs. "You want me to walk you two blocks?"
"Not if it's any trouble."
"I'm headed that way anyway." Andrea turns to Jake. "I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three." Andrea turns to Lucas. "We'll go to the park, okay, sweetie?" Andrea kisses Lucas on the head.
Dean waves as they leave. Jake nods.
"Thanks again." Sam shouts over his shoulder.
Andrea leads Dean, Sam, and Olive along the street. "So, cute kid." Dean says, trying to spark a conversation.
"Thanks." They cross a street.
"Kids are the best, huh?"
Andrea glances at him and ignores him. They keep walking. They stop in front of a building that says Lakefront Motel.
"There it is. Like I said, two blocks."
"Thanks."
Andrea addresses Dean. "Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line." Andrea leaves, calling back over her shoulder. "Enjoy your stay!"
"'Kids are the best'? You don't even like kids."
"I love kids." Dean argues.
"Name three children that you even know." Dean thinks and comes up empty. Sam waves a hand and walks into the motel. Dean scratches his head.
"I'm thinking!" Olive walks up to him, laughing, and snacks the back of his head.
"Just shut up and go inside before you dig the hole any deeper, dumbass."
Olive is working on Sam's laptop. Dean is going through his clothing. Sam is leafing through a book called 'Supernatural Creatures In Water' that they picked up from the library.
"So there's the three drowning victims this year." Olive breaks the silence.
Sam looks up at Olive. "Any before that?"
"Uh, yeah. 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."
Dean tosses an item of clothing onto a bed. "So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?"
"This whole lake monster theory, it, it just bugs me." Olive says.
Dean goes over to read over Olive's shoulder. "Why?"
"Loch Ness, uh, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing." She bites her lip, thinking hard. "Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it."
Olive scrolls to the comments section of an article. Sam gets up and walks over, pointing at the screen. "Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?"
Olive reads from the page. "Um, Christopher Barr, he was the victim in May." Olive clicks a link, opening a new page, and sees a picture of Lucas and a police man. "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." She winces in sympathy. Olive clicks the picture for a better look, then scratches her 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."
Andrea sits on a bench and watches Lucas, who is at another bench coloring and playing with toy soldiers. "Can we join you?"
Andrea looks up to see Sam, Olive and Dean. "I'm here with my son."
Olive looks over at Lucas. "Oh. Mind if I say hi?" When Andrea nods her approval, Olive goes over to Lucas.
"If she's trying to get Lucas to talk, this whole 'You've Got A Friend In Me' thing isn't gonna work. Every therapist tried that exact method, and he still hasn't talked." Sam sits next to Andrea.
"I don't think that's what this is about." Dean says, narrowing his eyes to watch Olive and Lucas.
Olive approaches Lucas. "How's it going?"
Olive kneels down next to the bench where Lucas is coloring; when Lucas doesn't look up, Olive picks up one of the toy soldiers. "Oh, my brothers and I used to love these things." She imitates guns and explosions, then tosses the toy soldier down.
"So crayons are more your thing? That's cool. Chicks dig artists." Lucas has a pile of drawings on the bench. Olive takes a look. The top one is of a big black swirl; the second one is of a red bicycle. "Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if I sit and draw with you for a while?"
Olive picks up a crayon. "I'm not so bad myself." Olive sits on the bench, picks up a pad of paper, and starts drawing.
"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. When I was a kid, a little younger than you, I saw something." There is a pause as Olive sighs, getting back on track. "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." Olive's voice is soft and calm. "Okay, no problem. This is for you."
Olive holds out the picture of stick figures she drew to Lucas. "This is my family."
Olive points at each person as she names them. "That's my dad. That's...," she takes a deep breath. "That's my mom. That's my geek of a younger brother. That's my doofus of an older brother. And that's me, the one with the great hair." She smiles. A pause.
"All right, so I'm a sucky artist. I'll see you 'round, Lucas." Olive gets up and heads back to Sam, Dean, and Andrea. Lucas picks up the picture.
"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident."
"Yeah, we heard. Sorry." Andrea nods, smiling sadly at Olive.
"What are the doctors saying?" Dean glances at Olive
"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress."
"That can't be easy. For either of you."
"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..." A pause.
"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." Olive nods.
Lucas leaves the bench, heading for the group. "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-"
Lucas walks up, carrying a picture. "Hi sweetie."
Lucas hands Olive the picture. She blinks, surprised, before smiling down at him. "Thanks. Thanks, Lucas." . Lucas heads back to the bench.
Dean is inside the motel room sitting on a bed, Olive is on the computer. Sam opens the door and comes in. "So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie."
"What do you mean?" Sam sits next to Dean, Olive closes the computer and sits on the end of the bed
"I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead."
"He drowned?"
"Yep. In the sink."
"What the hell? So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else."
"Yeah, but what?"
"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." Olive mumbles. "Shit."
"Yeah, what she said."
"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."
"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere."
"Double shit."
Dean stands up. "This is gonna happen again soon." Dean sits down on a chair.
"And we do know one other thing for sure. We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton."
"Yeah, it took both his kids."
"And I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris-Bill Carlton's godson."
"Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit." Dean stands up, grabs his keys, pulls on his jacket and walks out the door, followed by Sam and Olive.
"Mr. Carlton?" Bill looks up. The siblings approach. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."
"We're from the, the Department-" Dean starts, but Bill cuts him off.
"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? 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."
Sam starts to protest, but Olive stops him. "Let's go guys, give the guy some space. He's been through enough for one day." Sam and Dean head back to the car, but before Olive walks away, she turns back to Bill. "It may not amount to much, but I truly am sorry for your loss." Bill nods and turns to the water.
"So, what do you guys think?" Sam asks when Olive gets to the car.
"Aw, I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Dean leans on the Impala, Sam does too.
"So now what?"
Olive goes to say something but then suddenly goes still.
"What is it?" Sam straightens.
"Huh." Olive is looking at the Carlton house. "Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something."
Olive pulls out the picture Lucas brought her, which is of the Carlton house. Dean looks at Sam, then they both look at Olive.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." Andrea tried to convince the Winchesters, but Olive persists;
"I just need to talk to him. 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." Sam explains.
"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, please let me talk to your son." Olive pleads.
Lucas is coloring, toy soldiers standing around him. Dean, Andrea, Olive, and Sam approach the doorway. Olive enters and crouches down by Lucas. "Hey, Lucas. You remember me?" Lucas, as expected, didn't reply. "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again."
Lucas is drawing a person in water. Olive opens the house picture and puts it down in front of Lucas. "How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me?" Olive suggests. Lucas keeps coloring.
"You're scared. It's okay. I understand. See, when I was a little younger than you, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't know what had happened, but I knew that I probably wouldn't see my mom again... and that hurt, that hurt real bad. But, you see, my mom-I knew she would've wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe...maybe your dad wants you to be brave too." Her voice was soft and low, a voice her brothers knew she only used around children. Lucas drops his crayon and looks up at Olive. He hands her a picture of a white church, a yellow house, and a boy with a blue baseball cap and red bicycle in front of a wooden fence. "Thanks, Lucas."
The siblings are in the Impala, Sam holding the church picture. "Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean tells Sam and Olive.
"There are cases-going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." Sam nods as he talks.
"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, so if you got a better lead, please." Olive looks between her brothers.
"All right, we got another house to find."
"The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Olive sighs.
Sam looks at the picture. "See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."
"Oh, College Boy thinks he's so smart." Dean teases.
"You know, um...what you said about Mom...you never talked about that before." Sam looks at Olive.
"It's no big deal, dude."
"Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?" Dean breaks the moment, leaving Olive grateful that she didn't have share her feelings anymore.
Olive, Dean and Sam are inside the house, speaking to Mrs. Sweeney.
"We're sorry to bother you, but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle." Dean asks.
"No sir. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." Mrs. Sweeney sighs. "The police never-I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." Sam points out to his siblings a number of toy soldiers on a table. "Losing him-you know, it's...it's worse than dying."
"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Olive asks.
"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up."
Dean picks a picture off the mirror and reads from the back of the picture. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy."
Dean, Olive, and Sam are driving.
"Okay, this little boy Peter Sweeney vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow." Sam says.
"Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?" Dean asks, looking between Sam and Olive.
"And Bill, the people he loves, they're all getting punished." Sam finishes.
"So what if Bill did something to Peter?" Olive bites her bottom lip in thought. "What if Bill killed him?"
"Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible."
The Impala pulls up in front of the Carlton house. Olive, Sam, and Dean approach the house. "Mr. Carlton?" An engine roars. Sam, Olive, and Dean go around the house to see Bill going out on the lake in his boat.
"Oh, fucknuggets." Olive mutters.
The Winchesters run to the end of the dock, yelling; "Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around! Mr. Carlton!"
Bill ignores them and keeps going. The water rises up and flips Bill's boat over. It and he vanish.
"Fuckin' water-ghost-thing." Olive growls, glaring out at where Bill had last been.
Lucas is sitting in a chair, rocking back and forth. Andrea is sitting next to him, holding a paper bag and a plastic container. "Baby, what's wrong?"
Sam, Dean, Olive, and Jake walk in the door. Andrea looks over. "Sam. Dean. Olive" Andrea stands up, putting the bag and container on her chair. "I didn't expect to see you here."
"So now you're on a first-name basis. What are you doing here?" Jake looks at Andrea.
"I brought you dinner."
"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?"
"Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home."
Lucas looks up and whines, looking stricken; he jumps up and grabs Olive's arm, pulling furiously.
"Lucas, hey, what is it? Lucas." She kneels in front of Lucas. "Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." She tries to reassure Lucas.
Andrea pulls Lucas away from Olive and leads him outside. Lucas doesn't look away from Olive.
Jake throws down his jacket and goes into his office. Sam, Olive, and Dean follow. "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 glances at Sam and Olive. "Yeah, that about sums it up."
"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 looks surprised. "That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you three."
"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."
"Door number two sounds good."
"That's the one I'd pick."
Dean, Sam, and Olive are in the Impala, waiting at a traffic light. Dean is in the passenger seat, while Sam is in back. Olive is driving the Impala. The light turns green, but the Impala doesn't move.
"Green." Sam tells her.
"What?"
"Light's green." Olive turns right.
"Um, the interstate's the other way, Ol." Dean points left with his thumb.
"I know." Olive keeps driving.
"But Olive, this job, I think it's over."
"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."
"All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done? You know, what if we've missed something? What if more people get hurt?"
"But why would you think that?"
"Because Lucas was really scared, Sam."
"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 our sister?" Dean asks sarcastically. Olive glances at him, then at Sam in the rearview mirror, who has the same expression on his face.
"Shut up."
"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late, man."
Olive rings the doorbell anyway. At that moment, Lucas opens the door, desperately afraid. "Lucas? Lucas!" Lucas takes off. They follow him.
Water is pouring out from under the bathroom door and down the stairs. Lucas starts pounding on the bathroom door again. Dean pushes him over to Olive and kicks in the door, then runs in. Lucas grabs at Olive, so Sam runs into the bathroom and sticks his arms in the tub, trying to help Dean pull Andrea out. She is pulled back under, but the brothers keeps pulling until Andrea is all the way out. She starts coughing up water.
Dawn is breaking. Sam and Andrea sit in the living room. Andrea is dry and wearing comfortable clothing.
"Can you tell me?"
"No."
Dean is checking through the bathroom upstairs, looking for anything to help with the case. Olive is looking through notebooks on bookshelves.
"It doesn't make any sense." Andrea starts crying. "I'm going crazy." She puts her face in her hands.
"No, you're not. Tell me what happened. Everything."
"I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice."
"What did it say?"
"It said...it said 'come play with me'." Andrea sobs. "What's happening?"
Olive pulls out a scrapbook that says "Jake - 12 years old" and opens it, flipping pages. She closes it again and goes to Sam and Andrea. Dean comes downstairs, having found nothing. Olive puts the book down 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."
She moves her finger over to another picture of Jake as a child; he is standing next to Peter. Sam looks at Dean and Olive, but Olive doesn't look up. "Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff." Olive mutters, narrowing her eyes at the photo.
"Bill and the sheriff-they were both involved with Peter." Sam reminds.
"What about Chris? My dad-what are you talking about?"
Olive looks up at her, but then turns her head. "Lucas?" Lucas is staring out the window. "Lucas, what is it?"
Lucas opens the door and walks outside. Everyone follows. "Lucas, honey?"
Lucas stops and looks at the ground, then at Olive.
"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, 'kay?"
Andrea pulls Lucas back to the house. Dean, Sam and Olive fetch shovels from the Impala, before they start digging. Sam's shovel clanks against something. They dig with their hands and pull out a red bicycle.
"Peter's bike."
"Who are you?" Olive, Sam, and Dean turn around; Jake is there, pointing a gun at them.
"Put the gun down, Jake." Sam pleads.
The siblings drop their shovels.
"How did you know that was there?" Jake demands.
"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." Olive says calmly.
Andrea sees Jake with the gun aimed at Sam, Dean, and Olive. She looks at Lucas. "Go to your room, sweetie. Now. Lock the door and wait for me. Don't come out."
Lucas runs off and Andrea goes outside.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Jake lies.
"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about." Olive accuses.
Andrea runs up. "Dad!"
"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit on your ass."
"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 explains.
"Yeah, and how do you know that?"
"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." Sam says.
"Listen to yourselves. 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." Dean demands.
"Dad, is any of this true?"
"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." Jake looks at her. "Tell me you-you didn't kill anyone." Jake looks away. "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." Olive isn't paying attention. She's listening to the soothing voice coming from the lake. "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."
Olive turns her head towards the lake and spots Lucas going down to the lake. "Lucas!" She snaps from her stupor and runs towards the dock. She gets to Lucas and wraps her arm around his waist, just as the ghost grabs Lucas's arm and yanks, with enough force to pull them both underwater. Olive gasps in a breath and then she hits the water.
"Lucas! Olive!" Dean calls.
"Lucas!"
The adults have reached the edge of the lake. Jake stops. Peters's head is visible; Jake recognizes him. Dean and Sam keep running to the end of the dock and dive in.
"Oh my God!" Andrea takes off her jacket to jump in.
"Andrea, stay there!"
"No! Lucas! Olive!"
"We'll get them! Just stay on the dock!"
Sam dives under again. Dean comes up. A minute later, so does Sam.
"Sam?"
Sam shakes his head. "No! Nothing!"
"Oh my God, where are they?"
The idea of letting a young girl and his grandson die for him scares Jake to no end. He takes off his jacket as Sam and Dean dive back down. Jake wades in. Aandrea looks over.
"Peter, if you can hear me...please, Peter, I'm sorry. I'm so-I'm so sorry."
"Daddy, no!"
"Peter. Please, it's not their fault, it's mine. Please take me."
Dean and Sam come up for air. "Jake, no!"
Peter surfaces. "Just let it be over!" Jake is dragged down.
"Daddy! Daddy! No!" Dean and Sam dive down again. "No!"
Dean comes up, holding Lucas, who isn't moving. "Sam!"
Sam comes up a minute later, clutching Olive as she coughs and sputters, breathing heavily and shivering. He swims over to land and lays her down, turning her on her side so she can get all the water out of her system.
Dean performs CPR on Lucas and Lucas is wakes up, coughing up water.
After Lucas is settled, Dean goes over to Olive. He takes in her appearance. From the wet, stringy hair, shivering, red cheeks, and sniffling, he guesses she's probably going to be sick by morning.
Dean, Olive, and Sam walk out of the motel. Dean opens the car door and Sam tosses a duffel in.
"Look, we're not gonna save everybody." Sam says to Dean
"I know." Dean replies.
"Sam, Dean, Olive." Andrea walks up with Lucas.
"Hey!" Olive says, then sneezes into her elbow. 'Fuckin' cold, man.'
"We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road." Lucas is carrying a tray of sandwiches. "Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."
"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas asks, surprising the siblings.
"Of course." Andrea smiles and kisses Lucas's head.
"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car."
"How you holding up?" Sam asks Andrea.
"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?"
Sam sighs. "Andrea, I'm sorry."
Andrea shakes 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."
Olive puts the sandwiches in the car. "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."
"Zeppelin rules!"
"That's right. Up high!" Olive holds his hand up for a high-five, a smile lighting up her face. Lucas obliges, grinning. "You take care of your mom, okay?"
"All right."
Andrea comes up and kisses Dean. "Thank you." Dean thinks a minute, then scratches his head and goes around the car. He gets in and turns it on, gunning the engine
Andrea then walks over to Olive and pulls her in for a hug. "Thank you so much."
"You're welcome." She returns the hug, then kneels down in front of Lucas, who hugs her too. "Bye Lucas." She stands after hugging him back, then slides into the backseat of the car. "Sam, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road."
Sam gets in the car, rolling his eyes at his impatient siblings.
The siblings smile at Andrea and Lucas waving goodbye, then they drive away.
That's chapter three, hope you enjoyed!