Okay, the final chapter of Dead in the Water. Don't own SPN.

Chapter 10: Come Play With Me

Dawn was breaking. Sam, George, and Andrea were sitting in the living room. Andrea was dry and wore comfortable clothing.

"Can you tell me?" Sam asked.

"No." Andrea replied. Dean was looking through notebooks on bookshelves. "It doesn't make any sense." Andrea started crying. "I'm going crazy." She put her face in her hands.

"No, you're not," Sam reassured, "Tell me what happened. Everything."

"I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice." Andrea admitted.

"What did it say?" George asked.

"It said...it said 'come play with me'." Andrea sobbed. "What's happening?"

Back at the bookshelves, Dean pulled out a scrapbook that says 'Jake - 12 years old' and opened it, flipping pages. He closed it again and went to Sam, George, and Andrea; he put the book down in front of Andrea, open to a picture of Explorer Troop 37. "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 moved her finger over to another picture of Jake as a child; he is standing next to Peter. Dean glanced at the other hunters.

"Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the Sheriff." Dean realized.

"Bill and the Sheriff-they were both involved with Peter." George said.

"What about Chris? My dad-what are you talking about?" Andrea asked.

Dean looked sideways. "Lucas?" Lucas was staring out the window. "Lucas, what is it?"

Lucas opened the door and walked outside. Everyone followed. "Lucas, honey?" Andrea said. "Lucas stopped and looked at the ground, then at Dean.

"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Dean ordered.

Andrea pulled Lucas back to the house. The trio of hunters fetched shovels from the Impala, before they started digging. Sam's shovel clanked against something. They dug with their hands and pulled out a red bicycle. "Peter's bike." Sam stated.

"Who are you?"

They turned around; Jake was there, pointing a gun at them.

"Put the gun down, Jake."

They all dropped the shovels.

"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." George told him.

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

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell she's talking about."

Andrea ran up. "Dad!"

"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit." Dean told him.

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love," Sam listed, "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."

"Yeah, and how do you know that?" Jake spat.

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

"Listen to yourselves, all three 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." Dean said.

"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea asked, not wanting to believe it.

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

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me." Jake looked at Andrea. "Tell me you-you didn't kill anyone." Andrea stuttered. Jake looked away. "Oh my God."

"Billy and I were at the lake," Jake admitted. "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." Dean glanced at the other two hunters. "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 ordered.

Andrea turned her head and spotted Lucas going down to the lake. She gasped.

"Lucas!" Jake called out.

They all ran up to the dock. Lucas was leaning over the side, reaching for a toy soldier in the water.

"Lucas!" George yelled.

"Lucas! Baby, stay where you are!" Andrea said.

A hand came up and pulls Lucas into the water. Everyone had reached the edge of the lake. Jake stopped. The ghostly head of Peter Sweeney was visible; Jake recognized him. The three hunters kept running to the end of the dock and dove in.

"Oh my God!" Andrea took off her jacket to jump in.

"Andrea, stay there!" Sam popped up from underwater.

"No! Lucas!"

Georges head reached the surface, "We'll get him! Just stay on the dock!"

They both dove under again. Dean came up. A minute later, so does Sam, then George.

"Sam?" Sam shook his head.

"George?" George shook her head as well.

"Lucas, where are you?" Andrea called out.

Jake took off his jacket as the hunters dove back down. Jake waded in. Andrea looked over. "Peter, if you can hear me...please, Peter, I'm sorry. I'm so-I'm so sorry." Jake apologized.

"Daddy, no!" It was faint, but George heard it.

'Daddy!' Blood was everywhere

Snap out of it you piece of crap.

"Peter. Lucas-he's, he's just a little boy. Please, it's not his fault, it's mine. Please take me." Jake pleaded.

The three hunters came up for air.

"Jake, no!" Dean called out.

Peter surfaced.

"Just let it be over!" Jake was dragged down.

"Daddy! Daddy! No!"

'No!' His body was lifeless.

Stop it.

The three of them dove down again.

"No!"

'Wake up Daddy,' she sniffed, 'Please.'

Sam came up, shaking his head. Andrea mouthed 'no!'

George rose as well, shaking her head solemnly

Dean came up, holding Lucas, who wasn't moving.

Dean, Sam, and George walked out of the motel. Dean opened the car door and Sam tossed a duffel in. "Look, we're not gonna save everybody." Sam reminded them. George had been impacted by Jake's death. Not because she liked the guy, but because she was hoping that Andrea wouldn't have to go through what she did. True, she was an adult while George was only eight at the time, but she still thought it must've felt the same, or even worse.

"I know," Dean said.

"Yeah, you're right."

"Sam, Dean, George." Andrea walked up with Lucas.

"Hey," Dean greeted.

"We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road." Lucas was carrying a tray of sandwiches. "Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."

"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas asked.

"Of course." Andrea smiled and kissed Lucas' head.

"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car," Dean said.

"How you holding up?" Sam asked.

"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?"

Sam sighed. "Andrea, I'm sorry."

"Trust me Andrea, I know what it's like." George said.

Andrea 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."

Dean pus 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!" Lucas cheered.

"That's right. Up high."

Dean held his hand up for a high-five. Lucas obliged, grinning.

"Kid's got good taste." George laughed.

"You take care of your mom, okay?"

"All right."

"Hey Lucas," George walked over to him, "Don't I get a high-five too?" She held her hand up. Lucas high-fived her, still grinning.

Andrea came up and kissed Dean. "Thank you."

Dean scratched his head and goes around the car.

"Sam, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road."

Dean got in to the car, then Sam. George opened the backseat door and got in.

They all smiled at Andrea and Lucas waving goodbye.

They drove away.

They stopped at a diner on the road. A waitress, named Julia took their order.

"And what can I get for you?"

"I'll have the salad," Sam ordered, "Coffee, black."

"And for you?" Julia asked George.

"I'll take the special," George said, "Make that two black coffees."

"And you?"

"Make that three," Dean said, "And, I'll have the large burger."

"With or without fries?"

"Definitely with," Dean winked. Julia walked away.

"Now, I gotta go to the bathroom. I don't want you two lovebirds having too much fun while I'm gone," Dean said.

"I will kill you." George threatened, pointing at Dean, "It will be slow and painful."

"Sure," Dean chuckled. He got up and left the table to go to the bathroom.

"Hey," Sam got her attention, "Are you okay?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" George asked.

"Well, the recent case and all, with Andrea and her losing her-"

"Oh, you mean about my dad?" George cut him off. "It's fine really," she lied, "I'm over it."

Okay so thanks to the lovely reviewer, switchblade-heart, up next will NOT be Phantom Traveler, but instead will be an original hunt. I'm warning you though, it may be terrible, it may be good as well. Tell me what you thought of this chapter, I always accept CC.