Hello my fans and others! Welcome to another chapter of Restarting! I also have one question for you guys. Should I write a new story for each season, or should I make it one gigantic one? Anyway on with the chapter!

Chapter 9: It's Worse Than Dying

Dean was inside the motel room sitting on a bed. Sam opened the door and came in, George following.

"So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked. Sam sat down next to Dean.

George leaned against the door frame. "Just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead."

"He drowned?" Dean asked.

"Yep," George nodded

"In the sink," Sam clarified.

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

"Yeah, but what?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. Maybe a..." George looked for the word, "Water wraith? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water that comes from the Same source."

"The lake," Dean replied.

"Yeah," Sam 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." Dean stood up. "This is gonna happen again soon." Dean sat 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," Dean replied.

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

"Well you know what I think?" George walked into the room. "I think we should pay Mr. Number One Lead a visit."

Bill Carlton was sitting on the bench on the dock.

"Mr. Carlton?

Bill looked up. Sam, Dean, and George approached. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind," Sam said.

"We're from the, the Department-" George was cut off.

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today."

Sam continued, "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."

The trio of hunters headed back to the car. "What do you think?"

"Aw, I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something," Dean replied.

Sam leaned on the Impala. "So now what?" Dean went still.

"What is it?" George asked.

"Huh." Dean was looking at the Carlton house. "Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something." Dean pulled out the picture Lucas brought him, which was of the Carlton house. Dean looked at the other two.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea," Andrea said.

"We just need to talk to him," George pleaded.

Sam, Dean, and George were inside Andrea's house.

"Just for a few minutes," compromised.

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

"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there." Sam told her.

"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all." Andrea told them.

"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 us talk to your son."

Lucas was coloring, toy soldiers standing around him. Dean, George, Andrea, and Sam approached the doorway. Dean entered and crouched down by Lucas, George standing next to him.

"Hey, Lucas. Remember us?" George asked.

Lucas had drawn two more pictures of a red bicycle.

"You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again."

Lucas was drawing a person in water. Dean opened the house picture and put it down in front of LUCAS.

"Now, how did you know to draw this?" George crouched down next to him. "Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me."

Lucas kept coloring.

"You're scared. It's okay. I understand," Dean told him, "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 the two. He handed Dean 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."

12 Years Ago

"DADDY!" George screamed, looking at the scene that held out before her. There was a werewolf tearing her father to shreds. His gun had been out of reach, and this werewolf was not happy about hunters on it's trail.

"Georgia, stay away!" Scott ordered. Silently, George was hoping her screaming could distract the werewolf, but it seemed fixed on murdering her father.

Instead of doing the just-ripping-the-heart-out routine, it ripped Scott Waters to shreds.

Once Scott was ripped to shreds, the werewolf walked away. George couldn't hold herself back anymore, and ran towards her father, or what was left of her father. She crumpled to her knees and burst into tears. "Daddy," she whimpered, "No."

George woke up with a start. This had been happening a lot now. Ever since she had found out what had killed her father, she had nightmares involving how he was killed, and her no being able to do anything about it. The rational part of her brain told her there was nothing she could do about it. The other part said there must have been something that she could do. The first thing she noticed was the fact that her pillow was wet. She sat up and saw Dean sleeping on the couch of the motel and Sam sleeping on the other bed. She collapsed back into the pillow and felt tears escaping her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

Dean and Sam were in the front seats of The Impala, George lying down in the back. Sam was holding the church picture.

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

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

"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," Dean replied.

"All right, we got another house to find."

"The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone."

Sam looked 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 mocked.

"You know, um..." Sam trailed off, "What you said about Mom... You never told me that before."

"It's no big deal." Dean said, "Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?"

George pretended to hold a camera between the two of them, "Now kiss!"

"I will kill you," Dean promised.

The three of them approached a white church shaped like the one in Lucas' picture. Dean held up the picture and looked at it, as he compared it to the scene in front of him; there was a yellow house next to the church and a wooden fence was near the house. Sam looked at Dean. The trio of hunters looked up at the church and crossed the street to the house.

Dean, Sam, and George were inside the house, they were to an old woman, Mrs. Sweeney.

"-but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle." Dean continued.

"No sir." Mrs. Sweeney answered, "Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now."

There was a picture of Peter on the side table. Mrs. Sweeney sighed. "The police never-I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared.

Sam pointed out to Dean and George a number of toy soldiers on a table.

"Losing him-you know, it's...it's worse than dying."

Didn't Bill Carlton say that? Dean obvious thought the same as he glanced at Sam, then George.

"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" George asked.

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

Dean picked a picture off the mirror. There were two boys in the picture, one Peter with a bicycle. Dean read from the back of the picture. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy."

The trio were in The Impala, in their usual spots.

"Okay, this little boy Peter Sweeney vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow." Sam stated.

"Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?" George said.

"And Bill, the people he loves, they're all getting punished." Sam said.

"So what if Bill did something to Peter?"

"What if Bill killed him?"

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

George attempted (but failed) to hide her laughter with a cough. Sam turned around, "What?"

"Kill Bill?" George joked.

Sam sighed while Dean snickered..

The Impala pulled up in front of the Carlton house. The three of them approached the house. "Mr. Carlton?" An engine roared.

The trio went around the house. Bill was going out on the lake in his boat.

"Hey, check it out."

They ran to the end of the dock, yelling.

"Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!" Dean yelled.

"Come back!" George shouted out.

"Mr. Carlton!" Sam called out.

Bill ignored them and kept going. The water rose up and flipped Bill's boat over. It and he vanished.

In the police station, Lucas was sitting in a chair, rocking back and forth. Andrea was sitting next to him, she held a paper bag and a plastic container. "Baby, what's wrong?" She asked. Sam, Dean, George, and Jake Devins walked in the door. Andrea looked over. "Sam, Dean, George." Andrea stood up, she put 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 demanded.

"I brought you dinner." She told him.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Jake apologized, "I don't really have the time."

"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?" Andrea asked.

"Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home." Jake responded.

Lucas looks up and whines, looking stricken; he jumped up and grabbed Dean's arm. "Lucas, hey, what is it?" Dean asked, "Lucas."

"Lucas." Andrea said.

"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." Dean comforted.

Andrea pulled Lucas away from Dean and lead him outside. Lucas didn't look away from Dean.

Jake threw down his jacket and went into his office. The three hunters followed. "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 glanced at Sam, the George. "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?" George's eyes widened. Shit. "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."

"Door number two sounds good." Sam said.

"That's the one I'd pick."

The three hunters were in the Impala. Dean was driving, Sam was riding shotgun, and George was stuffing her face with as much candy she could find that wasn't going to give a lethal illness. They were waiting at a traffic light. A sign said I-43 North to Milwaukee is to the left. The light turned green. The Impala didn't move.

"Green." Sam stated.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Light's green dumbass." George said with her mouth full of a snickers bar.

Dean turned right.

"Uh, the interstate's the other way." Sam reminded him.

"I know."

They were in the car

"But Dean, 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." Sam reminded.

"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?" Sam asked.

"Because Lucas was really scared."

"He's got a point," George wiped her face with her hand,"the kid looked terrified."

"That's what this is about?"

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

"Until then, we stay."

"Who are you? And what have you done with my brother and George Waters?"

Dean glanced at Sam. "Shut up."

George just kicked the back of Sam's seat.

The three hunters arrived.

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late."

Dean rang the doorbell. At that moment, Lucas opened the door, desperately afraid.

"Lucas, what's wrong?" George asked.

"Lucas? Lucas!" Dean exclaimed.

Lucas took off. The other three followed him to the hallway.

Water was pouring out from under the bathroom door and down the stairs. Lucas started pounding on the bathroom door again. Dean pushed him over to Sam and kicked in the door. Lucas grabbed Dean, so Sam and George ran into the bathroom. Sam stuck his arms in the tub, trying to pull Andrea out. She is pulled back under. George stuck her arms to help. They kept pulling until Andrea was all the way out. She started coughing up water.

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