Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Supernatural or the characters. However I do own the AU universe and the OCs. The universe of Silthrims and Royalia are mine. Some dialogues used in this chapter are also based on the ones used in the original show along with many of my own - to fit things into the storyline.

The story is UnBeta'd as of now, so all errors, grammar or spellings, etc, are all mine. And I am really sorry for them. I do read it before uploading. But sometimes it's so hard spot your own errors. Hope you guys can overlook them.

A/N : Hi again guys… So I've tried playing with Dead In the Water… inserting Matt and Ryan into the picture and tweaking it to suit the storyline. So it's a bit longish. In case you feel bored or are totally disappointed with what I did, do please let me know… I wanted to try out this style here… and if you like this we can go ahead with some more chappies based on other epis… please tell me what you think… so please review… okay, so I guess am a bit greedy… hehe…

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Dead In The Water I

"Hey, I'm still thinking…" Dean scowled.

Sam rolled his eyes and Matt scowled.

"That's the third time you've said that… so what are you thinking…?" Matt liked the fact that they had finally formed an unspoken truce…

"I like kids…I'm just trying to figure out my favorites…"

Matt snorted. "You like kids…? How come we didn't know that…?"

"Fine… whatever…" Dean hated it when they ganged up against him. Looking for a diversion, his face lit up when he found the perfect one. He was evil when he wanted to be. "Hey, wakey, wakey, Sleeping Beauty…" He knew Ryan was suffering a mammoth headache… but the kid needed some food… and fresh air…

"De…" Ryan wasn't happy… "ughhh my head! Wh't happn'd- ?"

Dean scowled. Okay so that wasn't a good idea… "Well, come on, Princess, its past noon… you've gotta eat something…"

"Go aw'y!" Ryan burrowed deep within the covers again.

Dean was about say something about that but Sam chose that exact moment to interrupt. "So there's the three drowning victims this year." His eyes were as usual glued to his laptop.

"And before that?"

"Uh yeah…six more… spread out over the past 35 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? That sounds crazy, Sammy!" Matt snorted.

"This whole lake monster thing—It, It just bugs me."

"Why?"

"Loch Ness, uh Lake Champlain—There are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing. Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it." Sam's scowl was getting worse.

Something on the webpage caught Dean's attention. "Wait, Bar, Christopher Bar. Where have I heard that name before?"

"Christopher Bar, the victim in May." Sam opens the link. "Oh…Christopher Bar was Andrea's husband. Lucas' 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."

"No wonder that kid was so freaked out." Dean knew how that felt… he had never got over Mary's death. His heart went out to the kid… "Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over."

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Come play with me… come play with me…

Ryan woke with a start. That voice….

"Hey, you okay…?" Matt asked. Ryan seemed a bit off color lately.

"Here" Dean put the paper on the bed and handed him the glass of water.

Ryan took a sip and then the paper caught his attention. It was the picture of a house. "What's this?"

"Well, Dean, um, he was playing Jerry Maguire"

"What-? Shut up, Matt! That's what Lucas drew me…" He said with a faint hint of a smile.

"Lucas…oh yeah… the poor kid… he drew this for you… I thought he wasn't responding to anyone…"

"Like I told Andrea, kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with."

Matt and Ryan knew exactly what he meant. An ominous silent fell over the room, broken by Sam entering the room. "So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie."

"What do you mean?"

"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?" Matt couldn't believe what he heard.

"So you're right, this isn't a creature; we're dealing with something else." Dean frowned.

"Yeah, but what?"

"Water wraith maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water…" Matt knew he was rambling but both his elder siblings looked at each other and then at him even as a realization hit them. Matt knew where they were headed…"Water that comes from the same source."

"The lake" Dean and Sam said in unison.

"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." Sam's brain was thrumming.

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere. This is gonna happen again soon." Dean added.

"And we do know one other thing for sure. We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton" Matt could almost see the pieces coming together.

"Yeah, It took both his kids." Dean wasn't happy about this at all… he had a sick feeling in his gut…

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

"Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit."

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"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean said thoughtfully.

"There are cases going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." Sam tried to reason out.

"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. If you got a better lead, please…"

Sam had to concede to that. "All right…we got another house to find."

"The only problem is , there are about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Matt was already scanning his side of the scenery.

Sam looked back at the picture again. "See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of that around here."

"Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart." Dean smirked and Sam has to smile to that…but then he looked at Dean with thoughtful eyes.

"You know, um…what you said about mom…you never told me that before." Sam really had no idea about it before.

"It's no big deal…" Dean shrugged it off like he always did but Sam looked at him intently. "Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?"

Both Matt and Sam couldn't help smiling. They rode on in warm silence.

"Hey, pull over…!" Ryan said urgently after a while.

"Hey you gonna be sick?"

"Ha-ha… funny Dean… but look over there…"

They look to where he's pointing… it's the white church and across the road… the yellow house… Lucas' picture seemed to have come to life…

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"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 used his best soothing voice.

The old lady looked crestfallen, her voice wavering when she replied. "No sir. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for 35 years now. The police never—I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." Her voice broke as she turned away from the frame.

Ryan noticed the little green soldiers and nudged Sam.

"Losing him— You know, it's…It's worse than dying"

It broke their heart they way she said it… it must have been so much worse for her…

"Did he disappear from here—I mean, from this house?" Dean asked gently

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up."

Ryan pulled a picture off of the lady's table – it showed two boys, one with a red bicycle. He turned it over. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, 1970."

As soon as he had read aloud he knew what his brothers were thinking…

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"Okay this little boy, Peter Sweeney, vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow." Matt frowned… he wished he could have heard it firsthand… but of course four's a crowd.

"Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?" Dean knew his gut feeling.

"And Bill—The people he loves—Are all getting punished." Sam added.

Dean agreed. "Yep…So what if Bill did something to Peter?"

Matt knows where this was leading "What if Bill killed him?"

They exchanged looks among themselves.

"Then Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible."

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"So great… you think the Shreiff's mad…. He's turning us away…kicking us out!" Matt wasn't happy.

They stopped at the red signal, the sign reading Milwaukee is to the left.

"He gave us the option…" Ryan reasoned calmly.

Sam shook his head and looked back at the signal. "Green."

"What?" It snapped Dean out of his thoughts.

"Light's green"

Dean's face's set and then he turned the other way.

"Uh, the interstate's the other way."

"I know."

"But Dean, this job-I think it's over." Sam's not sure where Dean's going with this.

"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." Matt hates to side with Sam but this time he thinks Sammy's right.

"All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done. You know, what if we missed something? What if more people get hurt?"

"But why would you think that?" Sam doesn't understand why Dean's so obsessed with this one.

"Because Lucas was really scared."

"So that's what this is about?"

"I just don't want to leave town till I know the kid's okay."

"Who are you, and what have you done with our brother?"

"Shut up."

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"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late man." Sam isn't very comfortable walking up to Andrea.

Come play with me

Ryan gasped but checked himself… Something didn't feel right to him. Dean rings the doorbell, and Lucas flings the door open, panting.

"Lucas! Lucas?"

Lucas ran back, the brothers close at his heels. They find him banging on the bathroom door… water pouring out from under it. Deans pushes him aside to Sam and kicks open the door. As the door burst open, Dean pulls Lucas into his arms, as Sam, Matt and Ryan race in… They know Andrea's below the water but even with them grunting together they cannot bring her out…And then Ryan knows… Panting he pulls opens his bandaged hand below water… and tries to open his wound. Just as he feels the warm seep out, Sam and Matt have Andrea out of the tub… They roll onto the floor heaving and she starts coughing up water.

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"Can you tell me?" Sam asks as gently as he could. He knows it not easy for her.

"No. It doesn't make any sense." She starts crying. All this is too much for her handle alone. "I'm going crazy."

"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."….."

Ryan checks himself from gasping… but he can feel Matt's eyes on him…

Andrea doesn't know what to think anymore. "What's happening…?"

Dean lays down an old scrapbook that says, "Jake – 12 years old" before her. "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 12 in these pictures." She moves her finger over to a different picture of her father as a kid, and he is standing right next to another kid his age.

The brothers look up. Peter Sweeney.

Dean knows what this means. "Chris Bar's drowning-The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to sheriff."

Sam corrects him. "Bill and the sheriff—they were both involved with Peter."

Andrea's confused. "What about Chris? My dad—what are you talking about?"

Dean notices Lucas staring outside the window. "Lucas? Lucas, what is it?"

He ignores them and walks outside. They all follow him.

A strange fear grips Andrea's heart. "Lucas, honey?"

He keeps walking till he stops at a grassy patch and looks to Dean.

Dean frowns. "You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" He doesn't want Lucas and Andrea outside… She does follow his orders…

They start digging… till they hear a very distinct metallic thud… falling to the ground, they use their hands to dig up the source of the sound.

"Peter's bike" Sam says, pulling it upright.

"Who are you?"

They turn to find Jake aiming a gun at them… he seems furious and somewhat spooked.

"Put the gun down, Jake." Sam can see his hands shaking.

"How did you know that was there?" Jake, of course, doesn't give up easy…

"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." Dean's voice is even but has the same iron it held for guys like Peter.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney 35 years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about." Dean doesn't mince his words…

"Dad!" Andrea cannot believe her ears as she comes running to them…

"And now you got one seriously pissed off spirit." Matt finishes for him.

"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." Sam hates the fact that they have to do this before Andrea but it has to be done.

"Yeah, and how do you know that?"

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton."

"Listen to you all… you guys are insane…"

Dean's had enough. "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."

Come play with me.

Ryan blinks back the pain. What the hell was that again?He didn't have time for this…

"Dad, is any of this true?"

"No. Don't listen to them, they're liars and they're dangerous."

Andrea hates the feeling she has in her stomach. "Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me." He does…"Tell me you—you didn't kill anyone." He does want to say it but can't… he can't look into her anymore and she knows… "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. 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."

Come play with me.

Ryan gasps and falls to the ground holding his head…Dean rushes to him… "Ry… Ry.. hey what's wrong?"

You can't save them… I won't let you…

He wants to scream at Dean to save Lucas… to finish off Peter… but hurts even to open his mouth… he cannot think straight anymore as unbearable pain hits him…

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TBC

"We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can fly only by embracing each other."
-Lucian de Crescenzo.

Gosh, That was a huge one…at least by my standard…hope it doesn't bore you all to death… we're almost at the end of this epi… and did you guys notice what Ryan heard… it's not full of suspense when you follow epis, right? Its definitely not at all easy to bend the episodes to suit ones end… But I'm trying to add some twists… needless to say next chappie also deals with the same epi to some extent... of course I'll try to add some twists… but first you've gotta tell me what you guys think… meanwhile I'll be working the next chapter… so if u feel this requires some major change then drop me a review… so that I can do so before posting the next chappie… may be sometime next week… !

And oh, am not gonna kill off Matt… I like him much too… but I had to ask what you thought… this fic is for you all as much as it is for me…so if you wanted me to kill off Matt, I had to arrange that though it'd have hurt me as well… thank God, I don't have to murder my own OCs…

Keep smiling as always….

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