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Wicked.

The sunlight began to slowly creep into the lounge room. Dean held out a mug of hot tea to Callie who was now on the couch. She took it with a small smile and shaking hands. She was dry now, dressed in fluffy yellow duck pyjamas and a t-shirt. Dean held back a small smile. It was just another thing he added to the ever growing list of things that hadn't changed with Callie. Her go to clothes when she was scared or not feeling great was the fluffy ducks. Sam was looking over the old notebooks that decorated the bookshelves.
"Can you tell me?" Dean asked as he sat next to her. She shook her head and curled her feet underneath her. She was withdrawing within herself. It wasn't healthy. She and they needed to know exactly what happened.

"It doesn't make sense." She said softly. Dean ran a hand over her back in small circles. "It…it just doesn't…" she tampered off as she began to cry. Dean sighed and against his brain telling him to not cross the boundaries, he pulled her into his arms. She buried her head into his chest and cried freely..

"I'm going crazy." She sobbed. Sam was frowning in sympathy at her. Dean sighed and rubbed small circles on her back and held her close.
"You're not crazy. Tell me what happened." He asked. She shook her head in his chest.
"I heard…well I think I heard…I thought I heard a voice." She muttered. Dean looked up at Sam who raised his eyebrows. There may be more truth to this whole revengeful spirit thing after all.
"What did it say?" he asked. She pulled away and sniffled. She was always an ugly crier. Her words not his. Her eyes went red as well as her cheeks and nose and it was never a delicate cry. It was loud and messy. Dean thought she looked beautiful. Always had. Young and innocent. He longed to wipe the tears away but knew that would be crossing the line.
"You believe me?" she asked wiping her nose on her wrist before grimacing.
"Why wouldn't I?" he asked still not removing his arm from around her.
"Because I admitted I heard a voice? Oh god I really am crazy!" she put her face back into her hands. Dean rubbed her back again.
"I just pulled you from a bathtub that was determined to drown you…you are not crazy." He smiled as he heard her chuckle.

"It…it said 'come play with me.'" She mumbled a few moments later.
"What was that?" Sam asked, unable to hear her. She removed her hands and turned to his brother.
"It…the voice said 'come play with me.'" Her bottom lip trembled again and she dissolved in tears. Dean pulled her back into a hug. Sam was frowning at him, probably wondering why he was hugging some strange crying chick. He didn't blame him. Dean didn't do tears. Or hugs. And he definitely didn't do hugging crying chicks. But it was Callie, not that Sam knew that but he couldn't let her go through this alone.

"What the hell is happening?" She asked pulling away from his chest again. She sniffled and wiped her tears. "Why is this happening?" before he had a chance to answer the front door burst open showing a worried and red faced Andrea.

"Oh my god! Callie! Are you ok? What happened? Where's Lucas is he okay?" she said, rushing over and wrapping Callie in a hug. Callie smiled weakly as Dean moved to stand next to his brother.
"I'm ok. Your bathtub attacked me and I am pretty sure I am going crazy but Lucas is fine. He's upstairs drawing. He is fine I promise. I am so sorry." Callie said, biting her quivering bottom lip again. They could see that Andrea was torn between staying and making sure her friend was okay and getting some answers or checking on her son. The knowledge that her son was drawing upstairs and safe obviously made her mind ease and she stayed with her friend.
"Oh honey don't be sorry." Andrea hugged her again before turning to the brothers who were looking at a scrapbook titled "Jake -12 years old"
"Does someone want to explain what the hell is going on?" she asked the brothers. Dean took the book out of Sam's hands and placed it down in front of the girls.

"Do you know these boys?" he asked. Callie frowned and peered at the picture. Andrea looked confused.
"What? Um, um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there." Andrea pointed to the middle child standing net to Peter. "He must have been about twelve in these pictures." She raised an eyebrow at the brothers. Callie tilted her head and sniffled again.
"Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff." Dean said to Sam. Callie's eyebrows rose.
"Bill and the sheriff—they were both involved with Peter." Sam nodded. Andrea held up for hands.
"Wait what? What about Chris? My dad—what are you talking about?" Callie placed a hand on her arm. Dean held back a smile. Even when she was out of her mind with fear and confusion, her first instinct is to help others. Something caught Dean's eye.

"Lucas?" he said surprised. The little boy was staring out the window with no indication he had heard Dean.
"Are you okay Lucas?" Callie asked starting to stand. Lucas opened the door and walked outside. Callie threw a frown at Dean before the group followed the wandering child.
"Lucas honey? What are you doing?" Andrea said. Lucas was staring at the ground. He looked up at Dean as they stopped by him. Dean clenched his jaw.

"Andrea, you and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" he said gruffly. Andrea grabbed Lucas and went back into the house. "Callie…"
"No way Dean. You are not sending me away. I am staying right here." She butted in crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow as if daring him to tell her differently. He sighed.
"Fine but you follow our orders clear?" she nodded. Sam went and got the shovels from the back of the impala while Dean stayed with Callie.
"Are you ever going to tell me what is going on?" she sighed. Dean opened his mouth to tell her something…what e wasn't so sure of but he was going to attempt something…before Sam came back with the shovels.
"What are you guys doing? Callie asked.
"Lucas seemed to think something was here. We're going to see what." Sam replied throwing her a small smile before beginning to dig.

Callie stood watch as the brothers dug and dug until Sam's shovel clanked against something. They shared a look before throwing down the shovels and digging with their hands. Callie gasped as they pulled out a red bicycle. The brothers got to their feet.

"Peter's bike." Sam whispered. They heard a click and spun around. Jake stood there pointing a gun at them.

"Who are you?" he barked.

"Jake!" Callie squeaked. Dean grabbed her arm and pulled her to stand behind him.
"Put the gun down, Jake." Sam said dropping the shovel.

"How did you know that was there?" The Sheriff said not lowering his gun.
"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 snapped keeping a firm hand on Callie who had gripped the back of his jacket.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Jake snapped.
"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about." He knew he was being harsh but he was threatening his brother and his girl and no one got away with that. The door from the house slammed and Andrea came running over. "And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit." Callie whimpered slightly behind him and he ran his thumb over her wrist in a poor attempt to calm her down.

"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 said in a soft soothing voice. Andrea gasped.
"Dad!"

"Yeah, and how do you know that?" Jake barked, ignoring his daughter.
"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." Sam answered. Jake spat out a almost hysterical laugh.
"Listen to yourselves, both of you. You're insane. Callie, get away from them." Callie gripped Deans jacket as he gripped her wrist. He wasn't letting her go over to that man.
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 almost begged him. It was going to be a bitch get salt and burn something at the bottom of a damn lake.

"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea asked softly.
"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous. Callie, come here now."
"I am perfectly okay right here Jake." Callie piped up surprising Dean with the strength in her voice. "Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Tell the truth Jake. What did you do?"

"Daddy," Jake looked at his daughter. "Tell me you—you didn't kill anyone." Jake broke eye contact and Andrea raised her hands to her mouth in horror.

"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. We let the body go, and it sank." Jake dropped the gun to his side and sighed deeply.

"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 drowning's, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational." Jake said.
"Sometimes irrational things happen Jake. How else can you explain this?" Callie snapped waving her hand around and stepping out from behind Dean who reluctantly. "I almost drown in a damn bathtub! I know what I saw and heard okay? There is no logical answer to this thing!"
"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 tried to defuse the situation. He knew just how angry Callie could get and it would not help the situation right now. Andrea suddenly gasped.
"LUCAS!" Jake yelled. Callie was the first to take off, Dean following close by as they all ran down to the dock where Lucas was leaning over reaching for a fallen toy.

"LUCAS!" Callie yelled picking up her speed.
"Lucas! Baby, stay where you are!" Andrea yelled louder. Suddenly a hand shot out of the water and pulled Lucas in. The group reached the edge of the lake and Andrea screamed in horror. There was a pale face shinning out of the water, dark circles around the eyes. Jake stopped and gasped. They were right. It was Peter. Dean, Sam and Callie kept running to the end of the dock. Andrea starts to take off her jacket to jump in but Sam tells her not to.
"Well get him just stay there!" Sam yelled back before diving into the lake. Dean had jumped in a few seconds earlier and was still under. Callie had stopped at the edge of the dock at Dean's insistence and was searching the surface, looking for any sign. Five minutes had passed with both brothers popping up and down with no result.

"Lucas, where are you?" Andrea sobbed now standing next to Callie. Callie rubbed her back, not taking her eyes off the water.
"Peter, if you can hear me...please, Peter, I'm sorry. I'm so—I'm so sorry." The girls looked over to see Jake wadding into the water.
"Daddy! No!' Andrea cried.
"Jake, don't!" Callie called horrified for her father figure. But he ignored them and kept wadding further out.
"Peter. Lucas—he's, he's just a little boy. Please, it's not his fault, it's mine. Please take me." He said, showing only a small amount of fear. Callie's attention was ripped away from Jake as the brothers surfaced again, still with no Lucas. Her heart pounded painfully. God please let him be okay. The dead face of Peter surfaced again, this time closer to Jake and suddenly Jake was pulled down. Callie was tempted to jump in after him and try and rescue him, but holding Andrea back and together seemed like the better option. It didn't mean that she liked it though. Her heart ached for the man she thought of as a father. Dean and Sam dived again. Sam surfaced first after a minute or so and shook his head. Her heart sunk further as her friend started to collapse in her arms. When she began to give up hope, Dean broke through the surface with an armful of Lucas.
They swam over to the dock and Callie let go of Andrea to grab the wet, unresponsive child. Pulling him up and out of the water, she laid him flat and placed an ear to his chest. Thankfully she heard his heart beating.
"Andrea, call an ambulance." She barked turning his head to the side and began compressing his small chest. Dean and Sam pulled themselves out of the water and rushed over to Callie and Lucas.
"He going to be ok?" Sam asked out of breath. Callie nodded and blew into the young boys' mouth. She moved and pressed his chest again. Two…Three…Four…Five. Another breath. He was fine. He was going to make it. It will all be ok.

EPILOGUE

Dean didn't want to leave. He didn't know how he wanted to handle the whole Callie thing but he knew he didn't want to leave her. He only just found her. Even though she couldn't remember him, she was still his Callie. He sighed and threw his bags in the Impala. He saw Sam closing the hotel room and rolled his eyes. Here is comes. The spiel about "we can't save everyone" crap.

"Dean." The soft sweet voice interrupts what obviously was about to be an epic chick flick. There she was, his Callie walking shyly over to him.
"You guys leaving without saying goodbye?" She asked reaching him. Dean smiled.
"Thought it would be better." If I was being forced to leave I didn't have the balls to face you and say goodbye again. He thought.
"Bad choice dude." She shook her head.
"You gunna be ok?"
"Yeah. Maybe?" She titled her head. "I dunno Dean. It's like the Goosebumps have come alive everywhere you know?"
"Trust me sugar I know."
"You keep calling me that."
"What?" he frowned.
"Sugar."
"Well you are all kinds of sweet." He wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk.
"Oh you are smooth." She waggled a finger at him with a smile.
"Like peanut butter…"
"Cause crunchy is for losers." They finished at the same time. They smiled at each other,
"Callie…I" Dean began but was interrupted by his idiot brother. He wanted to face palm. He didn't know what he was going to say but there was a moment and now that moment was ruined by his stupid brother. Why couldn't he have waited another minute?

"Callie hey!" Sam smiled.
"Sam hey!" She returned the smile.
"How you doing?" His brother frowned in concern.
"Well, I was almost drowned in a bathtub by a vengeful spirit purely because I was the unofficial adopted daughter of a man who killed his friend when they were kids and now I know that the supernatural exists." She said sarcastically.

"Oh. Stupid question I guess." Sam replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Don't stress dude I was teasing. I actually am a lot better than what I thought I was going to be. Explains so much." She smiled.

"Oh?" Dean had to ask. Was this it? Was she getting her memories back? Why did his heart have to sped up?
"Well I found a degree in Demonology and Religious Studies and I couldn't work out why I would have that. Apparently subconsciously I knew it all existed." She held out her hands in a 'what can you do' fashion.
"How did you not know what degree you have? Sam chuckled.
"Sam!" Dean hissed elbowing his brother.

"I was attacked over eighteen months and lost the last five years of my life leading up to the attack." Callie said. Dean could see that she was shutting down her emotions. It was a defensive mechanism that he was sure she learnt from him.

"Oh crap. Callie, I'm so sorry." Sam blushed a furious red, clearly remembering the early conversation they had with Andrea. She shook her head.
"Don't be. It's okay. I'm ok and hey, a piece of the puzzle has fallen into place."

"Why don't you come with us?" Sam blurted out. What was wrong with him?!
"She has a life here" Dean wanted to strangle him. Although the thought of having Callie close was exhilarating, the thought of her being close and not knowing who he was, was devastating.

"Thank you. Really, I mean it. For saving my life and for the offer. But I am happy here. I think I need to be here you know? To work out more what exactly happened the five years I lost. Besides, I don't think I could handle doing what you guys do every day." She turned to Dean and patted his arm. "You're both brave, brave idiots." He laughed in an awkward way. Before they could say anything else. Andrea and Lucas walked over.

"You beat us to it." Andrea laughed at Callie who hastily tore her hand away from Dean's arm.
"I didn't want to risk missing them as they snuck off." Callie said.

"Well we're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road. Lucas made the sandwiches himself." She smiled at the brothers. Callie ruffled Lucas's hair.

"Can I give it to them now?" he asked.
"Looks good Lucas." Dean praised the boy who grinned at him.

"I just wanted to say thank you for everything you've done." Andrea said warmly, replacing Callie's hand on Dean's arm. He looked at Callie who looked away and towards Sam. Dean patted Andrea's hand and pulled away.
"Don't sweat it. It's what we do."

"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." She shook her head and sighed. "So really, thank you." She stepped up and kissed his cheek. Dean saw Callie grit her teeth. It made him smile. She didn't even know him anymore and she was still jealous. It was petty but it made him feel a little better about everything. He put the sandwiches in the car.

"All right, if you're gunna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time."
"Zeppelin rules!" Lucas said loudly. Andrea and Callie laughed.
"Good taste dude." Callie nodded.
"Gotta give the kid something to get by with." Dean grinned. She nodded.
"Zeppelin will do it."

"Take care of your mum and Callie okay?" Dean said turning back to Lucas who nodded and stood back with his mum. Andrea smiled and nodded.
"Thanks again." Dean waved it off. Callie bit her lip and stepped up to him.

"Thank you again for saving my life." She said softly. He tucked a hair behind her ear without realise what he was doing until it was too late. Sam moved to talk to Andrea and Lucas.
"It's what we do." He said just as quiet.

"You confuse me." She frowned.
"Why?"
"I feel like I have known you for a lot longer than a few days." She looked at him and his heart skipped just a little. He would like nothing more than to pull her in close and kiss those sweet lips one more time.
"I know what you mean." Dean grinned. "Must be my awesome personality." She giggled.
"Take care of yourself okay?" She gave him a piece of paper. "This…this ah is my number if you know…you want to check in or just for information? Now that I know it's all true I might be able to help you research things you may hunt." She blushed again. He chuckled.
"You could just say you want me to check in." He winked. She laughed and pushed his shoulder.
"Such a smartass." She bit her lip. "Will you though? Check in I mean?"
"Of course I will. Pretty lady gives me her number; I'm not going to waste it."
She stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheek, lingering longer than Andrea and sending a bolt of electricity through him. He breathed in. Still the same old Callie. It made him wish desperately of their home and happier times. All too soon she pulled away.
"Take care okay?" He said praying with all his might that she would be ok.
"I will if you do." She smiled and stepped back. "Bye Dean."
"Bye Callie. Sam, move your ass. We're gunna run out of daylight before we hit the road." Dean climbed into the Impala.

"Bye Callie." Sam squeezed her arm as he passed her.
"Bye Sam." He climbed into the car and Dean started the engine.

"Hey Dean?" Callie called.
"Yeah?" he asked, begging for one more moment and at the same time just wanting to disappear. This was killing him.
"Stay safe and shoot straight yeah?" she said frowning slightly. His heart broke just that little more. It hurt so badly.

"Stay safe." He whispered and before she could send another spike into his heart, he tore out of the carpark and off down the road. He peeked back into the rear view mirror and saw her standing there hugging herself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pushing the pain behind him. It was better this way. She would be safe and hey he had her number that she gave him so they could still talk. He absentmindedly rubbed his chest. God this sucked so freaking much.