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Chapter 6: Don't Go Chasing Waterfalls

Alex, Sam and Dean were at a diner eating breakfast. Dean was looking through the local paper for mysterious deaths. He circled one and pointed it out to Sam and Alex.

"I found one. Sophie Carlton, drowned in Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Third this year."

Sam shoved some hash browns in his mouth and then took a swig of apple juice.

"Okay. Let's go."

He slipped on his jacket and headed for the door, Alex and Dean following directly behind him.

Dean parked his Impala and looked at Alex in the backseat.

"Alex, wait here."

Alex waved him off with her hand while Dean and Sam both got out of their car and walked up the front porch steps of a small house. They knocked on the door and a teenage boy answered. He looked at them warily.

"Hi. We're with the U.S. Wildlife Service. We have some questions about your sister's death," said Dean.

The boy glanced inside quickly and then shut the door behind him.

"Okay."

He sat on a chair on the front porch while Sam and Dean stood in front of him.

"Did your sister often swim in the lake?" asked Dean.

"Yeah. Every single day. This is why her death doesn't make any sense."

The kid put his head in his hands while Sam looked at Dean quickly.

"Was there any splashing?"

The kid shook his head.

"No."

"No signs of distress at all?" asked Sam.

"None. She just got pulled under."

Sam wrote the information down in his small notepad and smiled warmly at the kid.

"Thanks for your time."

He and Dean stepped off of the porch and headed for their car.

Sam and Dean had left Alex at the motel and were at the police station, talking to the chief police of the local small town. A young woman appeared at the door.

"Excuse me. Am I interrupting something?" she asked.

"Gentlemen, this is my daughter," explained the chief.

She entered the room and shook both of their hands.

"I'm Dean."

"Andrea Bar."

A little boy peeked out from behind Andrea's leg, looking up at Dean.

"Hi, there," said Dean, smiling.

The boy quickly turned away and his mom sighed.

"His name's Lucas," said the chief.

"Is he okay?" asked Sam.

The police chief sighed sadly.

"My grandson's been through a lot."

"Hey, guys," said Alex as Sam and Dean walked through the motel room door.

"Hey, sis. Did you get any research done?" asked Dean.

"Yeah. Besides the three drownings this year, there have been six more. Spread out over twelve years. If there's something out there, no one's lived to tell about it."

Alex clicked on a page on the laptop and a picture popped up.

"Wait a minute, Bar. That's Andrea's last name," said Dean, looking at the picture over Alex's shoulder.

Sam came over as well and looked at it, too.

"That's Lucas," said Dean, pointing to the picture.

Alex looked at the picture more closely, taking in the small boy.

"I guess we have an eyewitness after all," said Sam.

"You know this kid?" asked Alex, looking between her brothers.

"Yeah. Let's go see him."

The siblings made a trip to the only local park and saw Andrea sitting on a bench alone. They walked up to her.

"Can we join you?" asked Sam.

"I'm here with my son," said Andrea, looking between all three of them.

"Oh, cool. Mind if I say hi?"

Dean didn't wait for an answer, but walked over to Lucas. Sam sat next to Andrea on the bench.

"Andrea, this is my sister, Alex."

Andrea smiled over at Alex.

"You are so gorgeous," said Andrea.

"Thank you. You have a beautiful son."

"Well, thank you."

Dean walked up to Lucas and plopped down next to him.

"Hey, there."

Lucas said nothing and continued drawing.

"Mind if I sit and draw with you?" asked Dean.

He grabbed a crayon and a piece of paper and began to draw. He looked at Lucas, who hadn't moved an inch. Dean looked back at his own paper and began to talk to Lucas.

"I know something bad happened to you and your dad on the lake. I just want you to know, I'll believe you."

He handed Lucas the picture that he had drawn.

"This is for you."

Dean pointed to each little stick figure as he named them off.

"That's my dad, my mom, my little sister, and my little geek brother. That's me."

Dean set the crayon down that he had drawn with.

"See you around, Lucas."

Dean walked away and Lucas watched him leave.

"Lucas hasn't said a word since the accident," said Andrea.

"Well, kids are tough. You'd be surprised what they can go through," said Sam, looking up as Dean approached.

"Ready to go?" asked Alex.

Dean nodded and looked down when he felt a tug on his jacket sleeve. Lucas handed Dean a picture that he had drawn of a small, red house and ran back to his coloring area. They watched him go and Sam stared at his brother.

Alex and Sam were watching TV when Dean came storming into the motel room.

"Whoa, slow down. What's the matter?" asked Alex.

"I just drove past the Carlton house. Will Carlton, the son, is dead. He drowned… in the sink."

"Well, it's not a creature then," said Alex.

Sam nodded and Dean sighed.

"Let's go pay Bill Carlton a little visit."

Bill Carlton was sitting in a chair by the lake as Sam and Dean approached him.

"Mr. Carlton? We're from the Wildlife-"

"I don't care where you're from. I'm not answering any questions. Just leave me alone, please."

Sam looked over at his older brother, who nodded and they headed back to the car.

"Hey, you know that picture Lucas drew for you?" asked Alex.

She was leaning out the passenger side window of the Impala as her older brothers approached.

"Yeah. What about it?" asked Dean.

"It looks a lot like the Carlton house to me."

Sam and Dean turned around and studied the house intently.

"Huh. Lucas may know something," said Sam, sticking his hands in the pockets of his dress pants.

The Winchesters were at Andrea's house later that same day so that Dean could talk to Lucas.

"Hey, Lucas. Remember me?"

Dean crouched down to be at the same level as Lucas. Sam, Alex, and Andrea looked on from Lucas's doorway.

"I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But I need your help again."

Dean pulled the picture out of his pocket and unfolded it. He smoothed it out and set it directly in front of Lucas.

"Did you know something bad was gonna happen?"

Lucas said nothing, but he just simply continued drawing on his other picture.

"I know you're scared. I understand. You see, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom."

Sam and Alex looked at each other warily.

"I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking. But I know that my mom wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day."

Lucas looked up at him and handed him a picture of a little boy on a bicycle in front of a vibrant bright yellow house. He also handed Dean a picture of a large white church. Dean smiled warmly.

"Thanks, Lucas."

"So, we've got another house to find," said Alex.

"There are, like, a thousand yellow two story houses around here," said Dean, anger and frustration evident in his tone of voice.

"See this church?"

Sam pointed to one of the other pictures that Lucas had recently given them.

"There aren't a thousand of those."

Alex nodded fervently and looked over at her older brother.

"Hey, Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"What you said about Mom. You've never told me that before."

"Me, either," said Sam.

Dean simply shrugged his shoulders and continued looking out of his window for the house that Lucas had drawn for them.

"It's no big deal."

"So, she said that Peter just vanished," said Sam.

He was back at the motel with Dean after visiting an old lady who had told them that a young boy had just vanished thirty-five years ago. They were currently knocking on the door for Alex to answer it, but she wasn't replying.

"And this Peter kid hung around with Bill Carlton and Andrea's dad," said Dean.

He rolled his eyes and banged even harder on their motel room door.

"Alex, open the fuckin' door!" yelled Dean.

"Dude, I have a key. Calm down."

Sam took out his key and opened the door, suddenly wishing that he hadn't. He cringed as he saw that Alex was currently making out with some guy in her bed. She was topless, but she still had on her bra. Her shorts were also still on. The boy with her had on just his boxers and was looking right at Sam and Dean.

"Oh, fuck."

Alex pushed the boy off of her and slid under the covers, covering herself. Dean barreled into the room, picked up the boy by his collared shirt, and slammed him into the wall.

"Listen, you little asshole. You come anywhere near my sister again and I'll fucking kill you. Understand?"

The kid nodded, his eyes wide with fear. Dean let him go and he scampered past Sam and out the door, never looking back.

"Alex. What the fuck were you doing?" asked Dean.

Sam chuckled.

"Really, Dean? Are you that oblivious?"

Dean glared over at him and Alex threw on her shirt. Dean turned back to her.

"I don't want to know that you're… you know…"

Dean looked down, unable to finish his sentence.

"Having sex? I lost my virginity when I was 15 years old," said Alex.

Sam's mouth gaped open at her confession.

"Look, I'm sorry. I just get really bored when I'm all alone."

She walked over to Dean and threw her arms around his waist.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Lex."

Dean kissed the top of her head, hugging her back fully, and Sam smiled at them.

The three of them were sitting at the kitchen table later that night, talking about the deaths so far in the very small town.

"So, this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow?" asked Alex.

"Yup. He used to be friends with Peter Sweeney. What if he killed Peter?" asked Dean.

"Peter's ghost would be furious. It's very possible," reasoned Sam.

"Well, let's go see if Bill's ready to talk yet."

The three Winchester siblings scrambled out of their Impala only fifteen minutes later to see Bill headed out on the lake in his boat. They rushed to the dock, but it was way too late. Bill's boat was flung into the air and he disappeared into the bottom of the lake.

"Damn it!" yelled Dean.

Alex sighed and Sam ran his hands through his semi-long hair.

They then went to the police station and entered the front double doors to see Andrea and Lucas already there. Lucas saw them and quickly ran over to Dean, tears streaming down his small face.

"Hey, buddy. It's okay."

Dean crouched down to Lucas' level and Andrea swiftly walked over to them.

"I'm taking him home now."

She grabbed Lucas's hand and led him out of the police station. The chief led them into his office where they told their story.

"So, you saw something attack Bill Carlton's boat?" asked the chief.

"Yes, sir," said Dean.

"Well, I called the Wildlife Department. They've never heard of any of the three of you. So I suggest that you put this town in your rear-view mirror and never come back."

"Yes, sir."

The siblings quickly left the station and then headed out of the very small town.

Driving later that night, Dean was stopped at an intersection. He took a right turn, heading back the way that they had just come from.

"Dean, the interstate is the other way," said Sam.

"I don't think that this job's over. Lucas looked really scared and he was crying," said Dean.

"Um, who are you and what have you done with my brother?" asked Alex, smiling.

Dean flipped her the bird in the rear-view mirror and Sam laughed.

Dean pulled up to Andrea's house about an hour later and they all scrambled out of the Impala. They climbed up the front steps and Dean was ready to hit the doorbell when the door was swiftly pulled open. Lucas stood in the doorway, gasping for breath.

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

Lucas quickly ran back into the house and up the stairs. They followed him. He ran up to the bathroom door. Water was pouring out from under the closed door. Dean kicked it open and Sam rushed inside. Water was overflowing from the tub and Andrea was drowning in it. Sam reached into the eerily dark water, grabbing Andrea. He pulled as hard as he could, the veins in his arms flexing from the effort. Dean held Lucas in the doorway, as he and Alex looked on, wide-eyed. Finally, Sam pulled Andrea out and she gasped for air. They fell onto the floor and Alex ran to get Andrea some clothes from her master bedroom.

Andrea was now sitting at the kitchen table, talking to Alex and nursing a cup of slightly warm coffee. Dean and Sam were looking at photo albums.

"Sam, look."

Dean pushed the photo album Sam's way and pointed to a photo of three young boys.

"It's the chief, Peter, and Bill."

The boys glanced at one another. Alex stood up from her chair and walked over to the front door.

"Lucas, what is it?" she asked.

Alex followed him outside. Sam and Dean went after her with Andrea right behind. Lucas led them to a spot and pointed down at the ground.

"I think that we have to dig," said Alex.

Lucas nodded and Andrea rushed back inside. She came back, handing each of them a shovel.

"Andrea, stay inside with Lucas," warned Dean.

Ten minutes later, Sam and Dean pulled a red bike up from under the ground.

"Peter's bike," said Alex.

Suddenly, a gun was cocked right beside Alex's arm.

"How did you know that was buried there?" asked Andrea's dad, the police chief.

"You can't bury the truth, Jake," said Dean.

Andrea came rushing outside.

"Is any of this true, Dad?"

Jake looked at his daughter sadly and regretfully.

"It was just an accident. We went swimming and then we wanted to play a little joke on Peter. He was the smallest out of the three of us. We held him underwater for too long. He drowned and then we let him go in the lake."

"Okay. We need to get you all away from this lake," said Dean.

Suddenly, Alex gasped.

"Lucas, no!"

They all turned to see Lucas directly by the water's edge, reaching for a small yellow flower that was floating on the very top of the water. He was suddenly pulled under and they all ran toward the lake. Sam and Dean ran off the dock and dived into the lake effortlessly. Sam came back up after a few minutes.

"Alex, stay there with Andrea."

He dove back under the water and Alex held onto Andrea, who was crying hysterically. Alex looked over to see Jake entering the water.

"Jake, get away from there!" she yelled.

Jake looked at her sadly and then he was suddenly pulled under. Andrea screamed.

"Shh, it'll be okay," said Alex.

Sam resurfaced and looked at them, shaking his head. Andrea cried and watched Dean resurface, holding an unconscious Lucas.

At the gas station the next morning, Sam and Dean loaded their stuff into the Impala.

"Dean, we're not gonna save everyone," said Alex from the backseat.

"Alex! Dean! Sam!" yelled a young boy's voice.

They turned to look and saw Andrea walking with Lucas, heading straight towards them and their car.

"We made you all lunch. Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself," said Andrea.

Sam and Alex smiled warmly while Dean took the plate from Lucas. He handed it over to Alex in the backseat and looked over at Andrea. Andrea smiled and leaned in, kissing him on the lips gently. She pulled away quickly and smiled. Sam looked at Dean, smirking.

"Sam, move your ass," said Dean, climbing in the car and clearing his throat.

Alex laughed and waved goodbye to Andrea and Lucas as Dean drove the Impala away from them.