Sam and I are packing up the Impala while Dean was in the diner getting some food. We head over to the diner to see a waitress in obscenely short shorts flirting with Dean, who had been circling something in the paper, and looked up at her, grinning around the pen in his mouth. I go back to the motel room to grab the last of my stuff and to check out. Sam heads over towards Dean and I hear a bit of the conversation. Dean stares at Sam and drops his head.
"You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while." Dean says watching the waitress walk into the kitchen, staring at her ass. "That was fun." He says, and I clear my throat. He drops the pen.
"Fun, huh?" I ask, crossing my arms. Sam stifles a laugh, and Dean's eyes are wide.
"Uh, babe.." He starts but I stop him by grabbing the paper from the counter, and 'accidentally' flaunt certain parts of my body I know Dean likes. He swallows and I smirk at him. Sam laughs. I wink.
"Do anything other than flirt with the slutty waitress, like find a case?" I ask him, playing with the hole in my jeans, which completely exposes my knee. Dean nods, watching me. I snap my fingers at him.
"Anything for you two?" Slutty waitress asks us, and I shake m head.
"Just the check, thanks." I tell her and she walks away. Sam starts laughing.
"Oh, man. You're good." He tells me, and Dean clears his throat. I look at him.
"So what did you find?" I ask taking a the pen out of his hand and biting hit. His eyes darken.
"Uh, 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 the funeral two days ago."
"A funeral?" Sam asks confused.
"Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever." Dean says shrugging.
"Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear. Other people just stop looking for them."
"Something you want to say to me?" Dean asks defensively. I sigh.
"Come on guys. Let's not do this now." I said trying to break it up.
"The trail for dad. It's getting colder everyday." Sam says, ignoring me.
"Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?" Dean asks.
"I don't know. Something. Anything." Sam tells him.
"You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find dad as much as you do? Or Sophie?"
"Yeah, I know you do, it's just-" Sam starts but Dean interrupts.
"We're the ones that've been with him every single day the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find dad, but until then, we're going to kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?" Dean says, as Wendy walks by shooting me a glare, I just wave at her and grab Dean's hand. He smirks at me and kisses my hand before nudging me out of the seat and we all head to the Impala.
We drive over a bridge and past a sign saying 'Welcome to Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin.' A few minutes later we're at the Carlton house. We get out and knock on the door, and a teenage boy answers the door.
"Will Carlton?" Dean asks.
"Yeah." Will responds.
"I'm Agent Ford, this is Agent Hamill and Agent Black. We're with the US wildlife service." Dean tells him, all of us holding up our ID's.
Will brings Sam and Dean out by the dock, where Bill Carlton was siting on a bench at the end.
"She was about a hundred yards out. That's where she got dragged down." Will tells us, pointing.
"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Dean asked him.
"She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub." He told us.
"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" Sam asked him.
"No, that's what I'm telling you." Will said.
"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?" I asked him.
No, again she was really far out there." Will said.
"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline." Dean asked him.
"No, never. Why? What do you think's out there?" Will asked us.
"We'll let you know as soon as we do." Dean tells him turning towards the car, then back to Will.
"What about your father?" He asks.
"Can we talk to him?" Sam asks. Will turns to look at his father than back to us.
"Look, if you don't mind, I mean.. he didn't see anything and he's kinda been through a lot."
"We understand." I tell him, and we start walking towards the car.
We head to the police station, and start talking to Sheriff Devins.
"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?" He asks us.
"You sure it's accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister." I told him.
"Like what?" He asks us as we walk into his office and he offers us a seat.
"There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake." He tells us as we sit down.
"There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the loch ness monster."
Dean laughs and Sam shoots him a look. Then the sheriff's daughter, Andrea, comes in with her son, Lucas. She walks us to the motel down the street. Once we get to the hotel, Sam starts researching on his laptop, and since I'm still mad about the 'fun' comment, he gets to do the laundry.
"So three drowning victims this year." Sam tells us and I nod, looking through earlier articles.
"Any before that?" Dean asks, as he folds the laundry.
"Yeah, six more spread over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up it's pace." I say and then look up to see Dean frowning.
"What?" I ask him, and he hold up my red lace nightie. My eyes widen and I reach my hand out.
"Give me that!" I tell him and he shakes his head.
"How come you don't wear this anymore?" He asks, with that sexy smirk on his face. I sigh.
"Well, we never have any time alone.." I glance at Sam. "And you keep flirting with slutty waitresses. And it's not like it ever stays on very long anyway." I say and then realize that I said that out loud.
Sam clears his throat and I grab the nightie and put it in my duffel bag. I look at Dean to see him grinning, and I blush. Sam grimaces and shakes his head. I clear my throat and look at Sam.
"Sorry, Sammy." I tell him, embarrassed. He just nods, not looking at me. Dean just laughs.
After that awkward conversation, we figure out that Christopher Barr was a drowning victim, and Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. We head to the park to see Andrea at the bench and Lucas drawing.
"Can we join you?" Sam asks her and Andrea looks up at us.
"I'm here with my son." She tells us. Dean looks at Lucas and back to Andrea.
"Oh. Mind if I say hi?" Dean asks as he walks over to Lucas."
"Tell your friend this whole 'Jerry Maguire' thing is not gonna work on me." Andrea tells us, looking at me when she says friend.
"It's not like that." I tell her, looking at Dean drawing with Lucas. He thinks he's bad with kids, but he's so good with them. I smile as I watch him playing with Lucas.
"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident." Andrea says and Dean walks over.
"Yeah. We heard. Sorry." Dean told her giving her a sympathetic look.
"What are the doctors saying?" Sam asks.
"That it's some kind of post-traumatic stress." Andrea says sadly.
"That can't be easy. For either of you." I tell her.
"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It's just.. when I think about what Lucas went through."
"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." Dean tells her, looking at me.
"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-" Andrea says as Lucas walks up.
"Hey sweetie" She tells Lucas. Lucas hand Dean a picture.
"Thanks, Lucas." He tells him. Lucas walks back to the bench where he was drawing.
Back at the motel, Dean and I were laying on the bed, talking while Sam was out. Sam walks in and we sit up.
"I drove past the Carlton house. Will Carlton is dead." Sam tells us.
"He drowned?" Dean asks, and Sam nods.
"Yep. In the sink." Sam tells us.
"What the hell? So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else." Dean says.
So after we figured out that the body count was going up because of the dam, we headed to talk to Bill Carlton, but he refused to talk to us, and I don't blame him. Dean figures out the picture Lucas drew was of the Carlton house, so we go to Andrea's and convince her to let Dean talk to Lucas.
DPOV
"Hey Lucas. Remember me?" I ask as I crouch next to him.
"You know, I, uh, wanted to thank you for the last drawing. But thing is, I need your help again."
"How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was going to happen? Maybe you could just nod yes or no for me." I ask him, showing him the picture of the Carlton house.
"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. But see, my mom- I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that everyday. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe your dad wants you to be brave too." I tell him and look over to see Sophie with tears in her eyes. I look at Lucas. He hands me a picture of a white church, a yellow house, and a boy with a blue baseball cap and a red bicycle. Then he hands me another picture with blue swirls and a figure in the middle with long hair spread out around it, and it looks like a girl in water. I thank him and we leave.
SOPHIE POV
We find out that a little boy, Peter Sweeney disappeared thirty-five years ago and it turns out that he knew Bill Carlton, and after we save Andrea, we learned that he knew Andrea's dad, Jake. Lucas walked to a patch of grass in the yard, and we started digging. We dug for a few minutes before Sam hit something.
"Peter's bike." I said.
"Who are you?" Jake said pointing his gun at us.
"Put the gun down, Jake." Sam tells him.
"How did you know that was there?" Jake asks us.
"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 tells him.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Jake says.
"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago, that's what the hell I'm talking about."
Andrea runs up to us. "Dad!"
"And now you've got one seriously pissed-off spirit." Dean says.
"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them. And drag their bodies to 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." I tell him.
"And how do you know that?" He asks, pointing the gun at me, and I see Dean step forward but Sam moves in his way, blocking him.
"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." I say to him, gun still pointed at me.
"Listen to the three of you. You're insane." He tells us. Dean steps forward.
After Dean talked to Jake we learned that it was an accident and that they let Peter's body go in the lake. Then Lucas was playing near the lake and we ran over to see him pulled in, and Peter's head come to the surface. Dean and Sam jump in and I stay with Andrea on the dock. All I keep thinking is they have to save Lucas. I wish I could help, but I'm scared of water. I have been since the car went over the bridge the night my parents died. Then I see Dean and Sam keep coming up without Lucas, and Jake started to get in the water.
"Jake! Get out of the water, now!" I yell at him, and he starts talking to Peter. Jake gets pulled under and my instincts take over and I let go of Andrea and she falls to her knees on the dock. I stare at the water for a minute and take a deep breath and jump in. I see Jake and I pull at him and try to bring him up, but it's like he's tied to cement blocks. Then I hear Peter say 'come play with me..' to my left and I look into a pale blue face, and I scream, unintentionally taking in a lungful of water, and then I see nothing as the darkness closes in.
DPOV
I found Lucas and brought him up and carried him to the dock, where Andrea's alone. Sophie.
"Where's Sophie?" I ask her and she looks at the lake, crying softly. Jake's jacket's by the grass.
I dive back down and only stop for air for what feels like forever, when I come up and spot a figure floating. It looks like the second picture Lucas gave me. Oh, god, no. Not Sophie. Please.
"Sam!" I yell, swimming over and grabbing her and dragging her to the dock. Sam takes her from me and puts her on the dock. I pull myself up and look at her. Her skin is pale and her lips are blue.
"Oh, god, Soph. Come on." I tell her, starting CPR. Sam sits next to me, worriedly staring at his best friend. Nothing happens, and Sam starts crying. He looks at me, and I keep doing CPR.
"Dean..." He tries to tell me, but I don't listen. "She's- she's gone, Dean." He says, shakily.
"No. No! You- You can't leave me, Soph. What am I gonna do without you?" I break down and let my tears fall as I pull her onto my lap and cradle her in my arms. I thought I felt her hand twitch, but chalked that up to grief. I hear gagging and look at Sophie. She coughs up water and her eyes open. I laugh, relieved and she looks at me confused. I smile at her and look at Sam, who's smiling too.
"I love you, Sophie." I tell her kissing her and she smiles at me and pulls my head down to kiss her.
SOPHIE POV
Dean and I are standing next to the impala with his arms around my waist and Sam's packing up. Andrea and Lucas come over and bring us sandwiches for the ride. Andrea pulls me aside and thanks me for trying to save her father, and tells me that I should hang onto Dean, because he really loves me.
"Believe me, Andrea. I intend too." I tell her looking at Dean talking to Lucas and I smile.
"He was a wreck when he thought you were.. gone. They both were, but- Dean more so." She said.
"I really love him, you know? This life is dangerous. He doesn't want out. Or kids." I say sadly.
"I think that'll change when he realizes what I did yesterday. You're it for him. He'll come around."
That was the last thing she told me before we drove off to find a new case, and to look for John.