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Chapter 19 is up!

Thanks to everyone who reviewed! :D

I'll be skipping Phantom Traveler, 'cuz I really don't think it's necessary. Besides, I'm really, really anxious to do Bloody Mary. ;)

On with it, shall we?

CHAPTER NINETEEN- THE WATERY DEPTHS OF OBLIVION

The Winchesters had been staring at me oddly ever since my plea to Lucas.

Sam with concern, Dean with suspicion.

I wished they would stop.

Hoping to distract myself, I examined Lucas' picture again.

It depicted a white church and a neighboring house.

What was most baffling, however, was the boy drawn in front of the house, riding a red bicycle.

"That is your desired destination," an unmistakable voice remarked.

The car swerved as Dean lost his grip on the steering wheel.

My ears turned pink as Dean cursed rather….. creatively.

"Frigging angels," he finished with a glare in the direction of where Castiel was pointing.

My own heart was hammering at an impossibly fast rate with the shock of seeing Castiel simply….materialize.

But, as it was, Castiel was right.

The church was the same as the one Lucas had drawn.

We stepped out, and rang the doorbell of the tiny house.

An old woman with candyfloss-like white, fluffy hair hobbled to the door.

Sam showed her his fake badge, and she let us in.

Castiel remained in the car, silent and inscrutable.

We walked into the living room, and Dean immediately noticed something.

A picture of a boy with a much younger, yet still recognizable Bill Carlton.

The same boy Lucas had drawn.

"Miss, who is this?" he asked, picking up the photo.

"That's my son, Peter," she quavered, eyes rheumy and lost.

"He went missing thirty-five years ago."

~Supernatural~

"So, Bill Carlton probably killed Peter Sweeney, and now he's haunting the lake and killing everyone who's related to him." Sam's brow furrowed in concentration.

"Looks like it," Dean answered. "We better get to him pronto."

But we weren't fast enough.

By the time we reached, Bill was rowing his boat in the middle of the lake.

"Bill, come back!" Dean bellowed.

"You're going to get yourself killed!" Sam echoed.

We were too late.

In a split second, the boat exploded, and Bill Carlton disappeared.

For good.

~Supernatural~

"How 'bout I give you an ultimatum? I know you're pretending. You either get the hell out of my town, or I cuff you and drag you to jail."

Dean swallowed noisily. "Getting the hell out of town sounds good."

The sheriff had somehow figured out that Dean and Sam were not federal wildlife officers, which was why we were leaving Wisconsin in such haste.

I'd nodded off somewhere along the line, and I woke up to an argument.

"The case is finished, Dean, drop it."

"I don't know, Sam, I just have this feeling it isn't."

"Bill Carlton is dead! Let it go!"

"Go back," came a third voice.

The car jerked.

"Damn it, Castiel, stop doing that!" Dean grumbled irritably.

He received a blank blue stare in return.

We snuck into town carefully, painstakingly.

Castiel had gone again, leaving us only an order.

Or advice, depending on how you looked at it.

"Go back to the house."

"Go back to the house," Dean muttered, sarcasm dripping from his every syllable. "Frigging angels and their frigging cryptic statements."

"He was only trying to help," I surprised myself by saying it.

Why was I defending him?

I regretted it instantly as Dean shot me a hostile look.

We slipped into Andrea's house, to be met by a frantic Lucas.

"What's the matter, Lucas?"

He pointed wildly at the stairs.

We ran up them, two at a time, to see water streaming from Andrea's bathroom.

Lake water.

We struggled futilely with the door, until Sam kicked it open.

Andrea was writhing in the bathtub; the water turned a sickly green.

Sam plunged his hands in the bathtub, pulling at her hand.

With a Herculean effort, he finally tugged an exhausted Andrea out, gasping on the floor.

~Supernatural~

"It said 'come play with me'," Andrea's voice shook, along with the rest of her body.'

"I don't understand why you were targeted," Sam said in frustration.

"Can I see your photo album?" Dean asked unexpectedly.

She looked at him as if he were crazy, but brought it out, nonetheless.

I instantly saw what he meant.

There was a picture of Jake Devins with Peter Sweeney.

~Supernatural~

Lucas grabbed my hand and pulled me along, until we reached a sandy spot by the lake.

Dean and Sam were behind me, silent and watchful, along with a panicky, confused Andrea.

"Is this it, Lucas?" I asked him.

He looked at me.

I nodded at Sam.

They started digging, and then their spade hit metal.

Buried in the sand was Peter Sweeney's faded red bicycle.

Seconds later, I felt the cold muzzle of a gun pressed to my neck.

~Supernatural~

Andrea screamed behind me, and Sam and Dean tensed, ready for combat.

But they couldn't do anything, not when there was a gun to my head.

"Didn't I tell you to leave town, boys?" Jake said coldly.

"And now look, I'll have to kill you."

"You son of a-"

The gun pressed deeper.

"It was an accident. We meant it to be a joke. Bill and I, we ducked Peter under the lake for too long. We didn't mean to drown him."

"So we hid the body, buried the cycle. Shame, you won't be breathing much longer to tell everyone."

His finger curled around the trigger and I closed my eyes, trying not to tremble.

But then, Lucas was dragged into the lake by a translucent hand.

Devins dropped the gun in shock, and Andrea shrieked once more.

Dean and Sam jumped in at once, and I followed.

Something grabbed at my ankles, but I stubbornly shook off the cold fingers, searching for Lucas, Lucas who was dying, Lucas who reminded me of him.

Sam and Dean came up empty.

Then Jake walked into the lake.

"Take me, Peter. Leave my grandson. He has nothing to do with this."

My hand touched something warm and small, a foot.

I hung on, and pulled Lucas onto shore, while Jake Devins descended into the lake.

Dean and Sam emerged as well, pulling me to a better position with a steady hand on my back as I heaved up all the water I'd ingested.

Dean kept his hand there too.

~Supernatural~

"I don't know how to thank you. You saved my life, and Lucas' too."

Andrea looked at us gratefully.

"Don't mention it," Dean smirked.

"Thanks, Odette," Lucas smiled at me.

"You're welcome," I croaked, my throat still sore from the salt water.

I wondered if they would ever know that they would be dead if not for one angel who'd told us to go back.

I supposed not.

I glanced at Lucas again, his ginger-blond hair in disarray.

His eyes were still bitter, still haunted. My heart sank once again.

I could hear Dean quite clearly.

"Alright, if you're goin' to be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it back to me one more time."

I could hear Lucas' excited squeak. "Zeppelin rules!"

"That's right, up high!"

I hid a smile, just as Sam stifled a laugh.

There was hope for Lucas yet.