Chapter 7 in Rose's story. I hope you guys are enjoying the story as much as I enjoy writing this story.I also wanted to thank the two people who reviewed. I own nothing but Rose and her part. ~ The Bloody Hellhound.
Sam and I walked in the motel room. Dean was sitting on the bed cleaning his gun. "So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie." Sam announced as we walked in. Dean looked up at us. Sam threw the Impala keys on the table.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked him. Sam sits next to Dean.
"We just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead." Sam said leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. Damn he has a nice body. Rose! Bad thoughts, naughty Rose. I cleared my head from the dirty thoughts I started to get.
"He drowned?" Dean asked us.
"Yep. Get this. In the sink." I said as I pulled my gun from my pants and sat next to Sam.
"What the hell? So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else." Dean agreed with me. I smiled. I know it's kind of childish but I like being right. It made me feel like I had purpose here on this earth.
"Yeah, but what?" Sam asked. Great we're only half away there.
"Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean something that controls water,...water that comes from the same source." I said trying to give them some help for ideas.
"The lake." Sam said looked at us. Yeah all the victims but Will was killed in the lake and Wills right next to the lake.
"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." I tell the boys, already getting up.
"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere." Dean then stands as well. "This is gonna happen again soon."
"And we do know one other thing for sure. We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton." That's an understatement. It took both his kids.
"Yeah, it took both his kids." Dean noted as he got ready.
"I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris—Bill Carlton's godson." I looked at the boys. Sam looked kind of confused on when I was asking around but glad to see that I got more info.
"Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit." Dean said as he put on his jacket.
We pulled up to the Carlton's house and walked towards that back. Bill was sitting on the bench on the dock, looking out in the lake.
"Hey, do you think he is okay?" Dean asked us. I looked up at him like he was dumb as hell.
"He just lost his only two kids, under a week. I do not think he is okay."
"Mr. Carlton?" Sam asked him. Bill looked up as we approached. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind." Sam continued once he saw he had Bill's attention.
"We're from the, the Department—" Dean started but Bill cut him off in a sad almost emotionless voice. It reminded me of how I was after I miscarried.
"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today." My heart broke for the old man but getting this case done is more important. I knelt in front of the old man.
"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." I said trying to get him to help us.
"My children are gone. It's...its worse than dying. Go away. Please." Dean and Sam started to head back to the car. I stayed where I was. Bill didn't look away from me.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what your fully feel but at the same time I kind of do. There is nothing that can fix this. I lost my baby. I miscarried. I know how hard it is." Bill looked back out towards the lake. I caught up to Sam and Dean.
"Where the hell were you?" Dean asked. I glared at him.
"I was telling how I was sorry that he lost his kids." I growled at him as I walked toward the back of the Impala and pulled out a cig.
"What do you think?" Sam asked, trying to change the subject.
"Aw, I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Sam leans on the Impala, sighing.
"So now what?" He asked looking from Dean and I. I had no fucking clue. Dean goes still. I looked over at him.
"What is it?" I followed where Dean was looking.
"Huh." DEAN was looking at the Carlton house. Wait a minute…didn't Lucas draw… "Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something." Dean said as he pulled out the picture Lucas had give him. It was the Carlton's house.
"Guess we are heading out?" Sam asked as I stomped out my cigarette. I got in and slammed the door.
"What's what with you sweetheart?" Dean asked as he started the car.
"Just bad memories. That's it." I still can feel the pain of miscarrying. Like it just happened.
"What bad memories?" Sam turned to look at me.
"I don't want to talk about." I said it hard and cold. Sam looked at Dean and dropped it thankfully.
We pulled up to Andrea's house. Dean knocked on the door and Andrea opened it. "Dean. What are you doing here?" She moved to the side. "Come on in." We walked and stood at the end of the stair way.
"I need to talk to Lucas. It's important." Dean said in a rush and hoping she would say yes.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea."
"I just need to talk to him. Just for a few minutes." Dean said trying to get her to say yes. Hell I was hoping she would. We need to talk to him before anyone else dies.
"He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?" Andrea asked crossing her arms. I pushed Dean over. He wasn't doing anything that was helping right now. I looked her in the eyes.
"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there." I tried to get her to understand that this was life and death. Not just some game.
"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all." Her voice broke when it came to her husband.
"If that's what you really believe, then we'll go." Dean looked at Andrea in the eyes. "But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son." Andrea looked up the stares then back at us. She sighs and crosses her arms. She nodded her.
"Okay, come on." She starts to lead us up towards Lucas room. He's door was opened and he was coloring, toy soldiers standing around him. Dean enters and crouches down by Lucas.
"Hey, Lucas. You remember me?" Dean asked him smiling There was a pile of paper that had been colored on already. There was two new one of an old time red bicycle. "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again." Dean tried again. I peeked at the drawing he was drawing now. He was drawing a person in water. Dean pulled out the drawing that Lucas had given him before. He opens it 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." Lucas ignored Dean 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." Wow I never thought that Dean would ever have felt that way. He just seems so strong all the time. "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 drops his crayon and looks up at Dean. He hands 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. Dean smiled at Lucas. Andrea looked shocked that Dean was able to get him to react to something, again. "Thanks, Lucas."
We were in the Impala driving around town. Sam was holding the church picture and I was looking at it over his shoulder.
"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean said looked at picture then back to the road.
"There are cases—going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." I said, maybe that's why he's drawing now.
"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 said. Sam sighed.
"All right, we got another house to find." Sam said. I grabbed the picture from Sam but still kept it where they could see it. I am hoping to find anything that sticks out.
"The only problem is there are about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Dean said, hopeless. Sam takes the picture again
"See this church?" Sam asked pointing to the white church. "I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here." Sam finished sarcastically.
"Oh, College Boy thinks he's so smart." Dean said snotty back. I laughed at them. I loved when they went back and forth like that. Real brother love.
Sam looked down at the picture again and then back at Dean. "You know, um…" Sam cleared his throat. "What you said about Mom...you never told me that before." Dean didn't even look at his brother. Just kept driving.
"It's no big deal." Dean said in an even tone voice. There was a moment of silence and Dean looks over at Sam. "Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?" You tell he was getting uncomfortable. I leaned closer to him.
"I could hug you." Dean looked at me over his shoulder and smile and at that same time I realized that if I move just an inch I could kiss him.
"You, I wouldn't mind." He gave me his smirk. I pulled away from him, before he could see my blush. Damn. Who knew you could crush on two people at the same time, so fast.
We approach a white church shaped like the one in Lucas's picture. Dean holds up the picture and we all looked at it, comparing it to the scene in front of us; there's a yellow house next to the church and a wooden fence near the house. Sam looks at Dean and I. Then we all look up at the church and cross the street to the house.
"Well I think this is it." I said walking up to the house. The boys followed. I knocked on the door and an old lady opened the door.
"Oh? Hello? How can I help you?" She asked in a sweet voice. I always like little old ladies. Most of them are really nice and just want someone to talk to.
"We're sorry to bother you, ma'am but does a little boy live here, by chance?" Dean asked. "He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle." Her face dropped.
"No sir. Not for a very long time." She steps to the side. "Why don't you all come in?" We followed her in. You know one time we are going to walk in and the person letting us in will be the monster or some shit. I just know it. She walked over to a side table with a picture of a young boy. "Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." She sighed sadly and turned away from the picture. "The police never—I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." Sam lightly taps my shoulder and points out the number of toy soldiers on a table.
"Losing him—you know, it's...it's worse than dying." Mrs. Sweeney said, trying not to cry. Dean glanced at Sam. I think we just figured it all out.
"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Dean asked. Mrs. Sweeney shook her head no.
"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." Dean looks over and sees a mirror with pictures in it. He picks a picture off the mirror. There are two boys in the picture, one Peter with a bicycle. Dean turns the picture over and I read from the back of it.
"Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy." I looked up at the boys. Now the pieces are falling together. I looked over at Mrs. Sweeney. "Thank you, Mrs. Sweeney." She looked up from the picture of Peter. "We should be leaving now. Tank you for your time."
"You're welcome dears." When we got back in the impala, we started to head back to Bill Carlton's.
"Okay, this little boy Peter Sweeney vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow." Sam ran everything we just found out to Dean and I.
"Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?" Dean asked.
"And Bill, the people he loves, they're all getting punished." Sam added.
"So what if Bill did something to Peter?" Dean finished.
"What if Bill killed him?" I put in my two cents.
"Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible."
"You heard his mother. It was worst then dying. Who would ever want their mother to feel that pain?" Both the boys thought about it and agreed. I know they really didn't get to be with their mother but I know they wouldn't want her feeling that pain of losing them.
We finally pull up in front of the Carlton house. We got out and headed towards the house. Sam knocked on the front door. When there was no answer, Sam called out.
"Mr. Carlton?" An engine roars. We go around the house.
"Hey, check it out." Dean pointed to Bill who was going out on the lake in his boat.
I took off like a bat out of hell toward the end of the dock, yelling. The boys followed. "Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!"
"Mr. Carlton!" Sam yelled next to me. Bill just ignores us and keeps going. The water suddenly rises up and flips Bill's boat over. He and the boat vanishes.
"I think someone should call the cops." Sam was already pulling out his phone.
We walked in to the police station; Lucas was sitting in a chair, rocking back and forth. Andrea is sitting next to him, holding a paper bag and a plastic container, when she hears the door opened, Andrea looks over.
"Sam, Rose, Dean." Andrea stands up, putting the bag and container on her chair. "I didn't expect to see you here." I smiled at her. She has been nice so far.
"So now you're on a first-name basis. What are you doing here?" Jake asked his daughter, sounding slightly pissed off.
"I brought you dinner." Andrea said pointing to the food on her chair.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart; I don't really have the time." Jake told her in a sad, stressed out voice.
"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?" She asked. I know she wants to know what truly happened to her husband.
"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 tells her running his hand threw his hair. Lucas looks up and whines, looking stricken; he jumps up and grabs Dean's arm.
"Lucas, hey, what is it?" Dean bent down lower to Lucas. "Lucas." Andrea grabbed him and tried to pull him from Dean's arm.
"Lucas." Dean's place his hand on Lucas's face. "Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." Andrea pulls Lucas away from Dean and leads him outside. Lucas didn't look away from Dean one time. Jake throws down his jacket and goes into his office. We followed Jake. We sat down and Jake looked at us like we were killers.
"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?" I glance at Sam and Dean. Dean sighed.
"Yeah, that about sums it up." Jake leaned back in his chair.
"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 and Sam looked surprised. I wasn't, I always expect that we will get caught as some points. "That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you three." Jake pointed towards the three of us.
"See, now, we can explain that." Dean tried to get us out of trouble.
"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." Jake came around his desk and sat on it. "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." Jake finish, staring us down.
"Door number two sounds good." Sam spoke up.
"That's the one I'd pick." Jake said. "Now leave." Dean, Sam, and I all got up and walked out of his office.
We were in the Impala, waiting at a traffic light. A sign says I-43 North to Milwaukee is to the left. The light turns green but Dean doesn't move the Impala.
"Green." Sam said suddenly.
"What?" Dean asked looking at him.
"Light's green." Sam pointed to the green light. Dean turns right. Sam looked up from the map. "Uh, the interstate's the other way." Sam pointed the other. Yes, Dean is going back!
"I know." That's all that Dean said as we headed back towards town.
"But Dean, this job, I think it's over." Sam said trying to get us to leave. I mean I can understand. I don't want to get arrested but I can't help but feel like we're not done here.
"I'm not so sure." I told Sam from the back. Dean agrees with me.
"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest." Sam said laying as much as we could down.
"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?" Dean asked him. Sam thought about it.
"But why would you think that?" He asked.
"Because Lucas was really scared." Dean said. That was why I thought this wasn't done, because of Lucas. He is tapping into it some how.
"That's what this is about?" Sam asked. I lightly smacked his arm. Sam looked at me in shock.
"Sam, that little boy has been good to us." Dean nodded his head agreeing with me.
"I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay." I looked at Dean. He would make a good father, that's for sure. He really truly cares.
"Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?" Sam asked. I smacked Sam again as Dean glances at Sam.
"Rose, why are you hitting me?" Sam asked rubbing his arm.
"Because you're being mean." I told Sam in a flat voice. Dean smiled and laughed at Sam.
"Ha, she's on my side." I turned around and smacked Dean as well. "Ow, what the hell?"
"That's for laughing at him." I sat back.
We finally made to Andrea's house. Dean didn't slowly down once the car stopped. He shot out of the car and headed towards the front door.
"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late, man." Sam asked him as Dean ring the doorbell. At that moment, Lucas opens the door, desperately afraid.
"Lucas? Lucas!" Lucas takes off, and we take after him into the upstairs hallway. There was lake water is pouring out from under the bathroom door and down the stairs. Lucas starts pounding on the bathroom door. Dean pushes him over into my arms and kicks in the door. I keep a hold on Lucas as Sam runs into the bathroom and sticks his arms in the tub, trying to pull Andrea out.
Lucas puts his head in my neck and I rubbed his back trying to keep him calm as Sam continued to pull on Andrea. He gets her out a bit before she is pulled back under, but Sam keeps pulling until Andrea is all the way out. She starts coughing up water.
By the time we got the bathroom clean, Andrea calmed down and dry, dawn had starting to break. Sam and Andrea were sitting in the living room. Andrea is now dry and wearing comfortable clothing.
"Can you tell me?" Sam asked in a soft voice.
"No." Andrea's voice broke a bit. "It doesn't make any sense." She starts crying. "I'm going crazy." She puts her face in her hands. I walked up to her, knelt, and place my hand on her leg. She looked up at me.
"No, you're not. Tell us what happened. Everything." You could see her trying to get a grip on herself.
"I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice."
"What did it say?" I asked her.
"It said...it said 'come play with me'." She finishes and starts sobbing again. "What's happening?" Dean walked in the living and put a book down in front of Andrea, open to a picture of Explorer Troop 37.
"Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?" Dean asked pointed to the picture.
"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. Dean looks at us.
"Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff." No that isn't right because then Bill's kids wouldn't have died.
"No. Bill and the sheriff—they were both involved with Peter." We now have most of the story.
"What about Chris? My dad—what are you talking about?" Andrea asked us confused.
Dean looks sideways.
"Lucas?" Lucas was staring out the window. "Lucas, what is it?" Dean asked again, trying to get him to at less look at us. Lucas opens the door and walks outside. We all follow him.
"Lucas, honey?" Andrea tried to get her son's attention. Lucas stops and looks at the ground, then at Dean. Dean looked at Andrea.
"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Andrea pulls Lucas back to the house. Dean and Sam fetch shovels from the Impala, before we start digging. We didn't have to dig that far before my shovel clanks against something. We all looked at each other and then started digging with our hands, pulling out a red bicycle.
"Peter's bike." I said sighing. I really hate when it's a child who died. There was a click of a gun.
"Who are you?" We all stood and turned away. Jake was there, pointing a gun at us.
"Put the gun down, Jake." Sam said in a calm cool voice.
"How did you know that was there?" Jake asked scared. He looked at Peter's bike and than back at us. He was starting to piss me off.
"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 don't know what the hell you're talking about." Jake tried to play stupid. I growled in anger at him. I am sick of his and Bill's games.
"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about." Sam grabbed my shoulder and gave me a light shack. Telling me to calm down. Andrea comes running up.
"Dad!" Jake looked at his daughter.
"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit." Jake looked at me. I was just standing there glaring at 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 explained to him what it was going to do and Jake didn't believe it.
"Yeah and how do you know that?" He asked like a five year old.
"Because that's exactly what it fucking did to Bill Carlton." I growled out at him. Sam rubbed my shoulder.
"Listen to yourselves, all three of you. You're insane." That's it I'm done.
"I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us!" I yelled as I tried to get in his face. "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." Sam pulled me back and past me to Dean. Seeing how Dean is father from Jake then Sam. Andrea looked up at her father.
"Dad, is any of this true?" Jake didn't looked at Andrea when he answered. He just kept his gun on us.
"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous." I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me." Jake does. "Tell me you—you didn't kill anyone." Jake looked guilty and looked away. "Oh my God." Andrea asked bring up her hand to her mouth. Jake brought down his gun.
"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." Jake looked at us. "We let the body go, and it sank." Sam glances at Dean and I. "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." Dean sighed and let go of me.
"All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now." Andrea turns her head and gasps. We followed where she was looking.
"Lucas! Jake yelled out for his grandson. We all run up to the dock. Lucas was leaning over the side, reaching for a toy soldier in the water.
"Lucas! Baby, stay where you are!" You should be telling him to get away from the water. A hand comes up and pulls Lucas into the water. I put a burst a speed and keep running to the end of the dock and dive in. Thank you for swim team!
I popped my head up for a second. Andrea was starting to take off her jacket to jump in. "Sam, stay with Andrea!" Sam grabbed Andrea stopping her from jumping.
"No! Lucas!" She was screaming; looking in the water.
"We'll get him! Just stay on the dock!" I dived under again. I swam to the bottom and when I ran out of breath, I came back up.
"Rose?" Dean asked me as soon as I broke threw the water.
I shake my head no. I couldn't find him but I won't give up. I dived back under.
I come back up for air. "Just let it be over!" I looked over and see Jake in the water and then is dragged down.
"Daddy! Daddy! No!" I looked at Dean and than dive down again. I searched the whole bottom, oh where he could be. I found him floating close to the bottom of the deck. I kicked my feet as fast as they could go and grabbed him. I start close to not have any air when I hit the surface. I coughed a little bit and swam on my back, carrying Lucas who wasn't moving.
It was the next day. Dean, Sam, and I were walking out of the motel we were staying at. Dean opens the car door and Sam tosses the duffel in.
"Look, we're not gonna save everybody." Sam said looking at Dean. It's hard losing people on a case. You feel like you could save them all.
"I know." Dean said as he put his arm around my shoulders.
"Sam, Rose, Dean." Andrea called up to us as she and Lucas walked up.
"Hey." Dean called back smiling. He walked closer to her, taking me with him.
"We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road." Andrea jesters to Lucas who was carrying a tray of sandwiches. "Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself." She said smiling at the young boy.
"Can I give it to them now?" He asked looking up at his mom. After Peter was put to rest, Lucas started talking again. It was nice to hear his voice.
"Of course." Andrea smiles and kisses Lucas's head. Lucas walked right up to Dean and I.
"Come on, Lucas; let's load this into the car." Dean smiled down at the kid. Like I said before Dean would make a good dad. Dean looked up at me. "Rose?" I smiled at him.
"Ima coming." I followed them over to the Impala. Dean was putting the sandwiches in the back seat of the car. Cool I get first dibs. Dean was leaning on the side of the Impala; I was sitting in the car with the door opened.
"All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it to me." He looked down at the kid. "Zeppelin rules!" I laughed at Dean. What was he trying to do?
"Zeppelin rules!" Lucas called back in a super excited voice.
"That's right. Up high." Dean holds his hand up for a high-five. Lucas obliges, grinning.
"You take care of your mom, okay?" I looked at the kid.
"All right." Lucas said smiling up at me. I ruffled his hair a bit. Andrea comes up and kisses Dean on the lips.
"Thank you." She said quietly. Dean thinks a minute, then scratches his head and goes to the drive side of the car. Lucas watched what his mother did, before kissing me on the check.
"Thank you." He ran towards his mother. I looked up at Andrea, before smiling at the kid.
"See ya." He smiled back at me, but was also some what hiding behind his mother. I'm guessing I was his first kiss.
"Sam, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road." Dean gets in the car, then so does Sam. I closed my door not before waving at Lucas and Andrea one last time. Dean starts the engine and him and Sam smiles at Andrea and Lucas as they waved goodbye.