"So, I think it's safe to say we can definitely, 100%, rule out Nessie," declared Sam as he entered the motel room.

He stopped dead when he saw Lynn and Dean sprawled out on the floor with the coloring papers that Lucas gave her laid out in front of them. They looked up, Dean's mouth full of sandwich and Lynn taking a long swig of smoothie and waited for him to continue as though nothing was going on at all.

"I, uh, I just, erm, drove past the Carlton house," continued Sam as he carefully stepped around the layout to sit on the bed next to them. "There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead."

"He drowned?" Dean asked, still chewing.

"Yep, in the sink."

Dean swallowed and said, "Spirit for the win."

"I think that was obvious this whole time, but ok." Lynn muttered as she put down her smoothie and looked over the drawings again. "I think I figured it out."

"Great, what is it?" Sam curiously asked as he carefully lowered himself to the floor.

"Ok, it starts here with the house and the boy with a red bicycle, then the faceless figure in the lake. Next, is the house but no boy and no red bicycle, and then a lot of figures drowning in the lake. Only instead of being horizontal like the one on its own, they're vertical. After that is Lucas floating on the lake with someone on the bottom."

"His dad?" Dean asked.

"I don't think so, because look –" she pointed to the faceless figure from the second drawing. "It's the same thing. And then the one after is me and Lucas on the dock and the last –"

"Is you drowning." Dean growled.

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" he and Sam asked together.

"I might've accidently switched those two after Lucas took the red bicycle out to give to Sam."

Dean leaned over the papers and said, "Either way, we need to keep you away from that lake."

"Ok, so, what's the story?" Sam questioned further. "What's Lucas trying to tell you?"

Lynn glanced at him before bringing her eyes back to the pictures. "House with bike. Drowning figure. House with no bike. The spirit killing people in the lake is a child. He lived here and never came back home because he drowned. And this one, with all the figures drowning, they're vertical because he's drowning them. That's why it's like he's floating underwater. He lives there now."

She brought their attention to the last half of the pictures. "He didn't drown Lucas because… Well, I think he wanted Lucas to see him. To know the truth by experiencing this trauma. Which then leads to me. But I'm not sure what my part is exactly yet."

"Well, no matter what your part is, we do know one thing for sure," said Sam. "We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton."

"Yeah, it took both his kids." Dean thought aloud with his brother.

"And I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris – Bill Carlton's godson."

Dean shot Sam a look and responded, "Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit."

The Winchesters got up and immediately got ready to head out, leaving Lynn on the floor. She watched as Dean put on his shoes and get his keys while Sam threw out the empty wrappers and grabbed his jacket. When they reached the door, both brothers stopped and turned around. Lynn still sat on the floor surrounded by papers, staring up at them all wide-eyed. No one said a word until she held out her hands.

"Help."

"There's that cute little voice again," groaned Sam as he and Dean each took a hand and pulled her up.

Lynn openly smiled and replied, "It's important to help with the little things as well as the big things."

"Oh, shut up," teased Dean. "Let's go."

He was on the dock again, staring out to the lake, ready for it to take him back to his children. Lynn stayed behind Sam and Dean in order to look for Peter in the water.

"Mr. Carlton?" Sam approached the grieving father and sympathetically said, "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

"We're from the department –"

"I don't care who you're with." Mr. Carlton cut Dean off. There was no anger in his voice, only sorrow. "I've answered enough questions today."

However, this didn't stop Sam from speaking with the man. "Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there?"

Lynn tried to step forward, to see more of the other side where Mr. Carlton was sitting, but Dean stopped her from getting closer to the water. She tried to be annoyed, but Dead being so protective was one of the best things Lynn had ever experienced.

"Mr. Carlton," Sam pressed when he didn't answer. "Sophie's drowning and Will's death – We think there might be a connection to you or your family."

"My children are gone." The pain in his voice brought Lynn attention away from the water. "It's… It's worse than dying." The tears could hardly contain how unbearable the pain was of his grief and Lynn could feel it rising in her throat. "Go away… Please."

Sam, Dean, and Lynn walked back to the Impala. As they opened the doors, Lynn stopped and looked back to the lake. She knew the childless father would give himself to the vengeful child of the lake and that he would prefer it to living the rest of his years without his family, but it hurt her anyway.

"What is it?" Dean called out to her.

"He's gonna let himself die."

"What?" they both shouted as they closed the doors and walked toward the lake. Lynn stopped them by turning around and heading for the Impala.

"We need to finish the story, so Mr. Carlton's death is the last one." She looked at them before getting in the car. "We need to go to the house in Lucas's drawing."

"I don't like leaving Mr. Carlton alone." Sam said as they drove.

Dean glanced at Lynn who was scrutinizing the picture and replied, "I know but you heard Lynn. There's no saving him, at least not right now."

"Did Andrea mention anything about Lucas's drawing while I was with him at the park?" Lynn suddenly asked.

"Yeah, uh, she said the kid never drew like that til his dad died," answered Dean.

Sam shifted in his seat and added, "There are cases going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies."

"Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow? And the only way he can deal with it is by drawing all these pictures? Why else would he draw the whole thing for Lynn? Another sensitive person."

Lynn lifted her eyes to catch them both taking a moment to stare at her. "It's like you want to crash the car with the amount of time you spend staring at me like I'm gonna spout another head."

They instantly fell back into their seats, facing the windshield. Sam, however, stole a few more glances and asked, "Is that how you know everything? A traumatic experience gave you psychic tendencies?"

Lynn twisted her neck to face the window. "No, it wasn't one experience."

Following the details of the picture, they found the church and yellow house behind it. They knocked on the door and were met by an older woman.

"We're sorry to bother you, ma'am," greeted Dean. "But does a little boy live here by chance?" Lynn handed her the drawing as Dean finished, "He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle."

She took the picture with trembling hands and whimpered, "No sir. Not for a very long time." She wandered into her living room, running her fingertips over the drawing of her son. "Peter's been gone 35 years now."

Lynn followed her inside with Sam and Dean behind her. She saw a photograph of Peter as the woman wept, "The police never – I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." She looked up at them and asked, "Where did you get this? Who drew it?"

Lynn stepped forward as Dean pointed out the toy army men to Sam. "A young boy about Peter's age when he…"

The elderly woman placed the drawing over her heart and wept, "Losing him… You know, it's… It's worse than dying."

"I'm so sorry for your loss," Lynn tried to soothe. The woman reached out and grabbed her hand, looking into Lynn with teary eyes drowning in the unbearable pain the Mr. Carlton now knew too well.

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school," she told Lynn. "And he never showed up."

Lynn let the grieving mother cling to her hand as she saw Dean take an old photo of Peter and a friend off the mirror. He flipped it over and read, "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, 1970."

"Ok, this little boy, Peter Sweeney, vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow." Sam thought aloud as they drove back to the house on the lake.

"Yeah, and Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding somethin' huh?"

"And Bill, the people he loves, they're all getting punished."

"I think it's pretty obvious that Bill killed him. Drowned him in the lake," Lynn connected the dots for them. She suspected that she didn't do a good job at hiding the annoyance in her voice when they sneered at her over their shoulders.

Leaning into it, Lynn rolled her eyes and said, "What? It is! I mean, I felt the spirit's presence since the first time we were at the lake, Lucas literally drew us the ghost's entire story, and now there's photographic proof that Peter and Bill knew each other as kids, which is why all of Bill's kids are dead now! Because Peter drowned them like Bill drowned him." She huffed back into her seat and folded her arms. "It couldn't have been more spelled out for you."

The sneers worsened before they disappeared. "Yeah, sure if you say it like…" Dean started but stopped when an actual point wouldn't form to the argument he tried to make. "I mean, really this whole…" He glanced at her smirking in the back and finally said, "Shut up!"

The Impala rolled up to the Carlton house just in time to see him get into a motorboat and steer himself into the middle of the lake. Sam and Dean sprinted to the dock, calling out for him to come back, but Mr. Carlton ignored them. It was his time. Peter was waiting.

Lynn stayed by the grassy shore and gasped when the boat was harshly flung into the air from beneath and the burst was so powerful that once the metal collided with the lake, its waves swallowed it whole, sending the man so far under that he would never be found. Lynn crouched lower, trying to see anything in the disturbed waves, but there was nothing to be seen. Only the feeling, but this time Lynn knew that Peter was definitely watching her.

Lucas rocked back and forth in the chair as his mom tried to comfort him. He saw it. He saw it all, but the worst of it wasn't watching Bill Carlton die… it was seeing Lynn through Peter's eyes. There was a need. It was as cold and dark as the unknowable depth of the lake and as certain as death.

The moment the doors opened, Lucas lunged out of the chair and threw his arms around Lynn's waist. Lucas heard her speak, saying everything would be ok, but all he could see was her underwater. Lynn was lost in the lake, being brought lower and lower, all because Peter wanted to play.

The young boy whimpered in terror and lifted his eyes up to plead with her. Lynn leaned down and held him steady. "What is it, Lucas? Did you…" He nodded. He nodded so furiously that it felt like his head would snap off. "Ok, ok, easy," cooed Lynn and brought him into a more comforting hug.

Andrea leaned down next to them and lovingly rubbed her son's back. "Lucas, baby, what's wrong?"

Lynn softly hushed him and rocked back and forth. "I know this is scary. Really, really scary. But you have to trust me. Everything will be ok." Lucas stared at her then and she smiled. "I wouldn't make that promise if I couldn't keep it."

Lucas started to breathe more evenly, but he wouldn't let go of Lynn. Sighing in a bit of relief, Andrea got to her feet and told her dad, "I, uh, brought you dinner."

"Oh," the sheriff saw the bags of food and said, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I don't really have the time."

Andrea glanced at her son and quietly asked, "I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?"

"Right now, we don't know what the truth is, but I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home."

Suddenly, Lucas began to whimper. Louder and louder until only Lynn's jacket muffled it. He pulled at the fabric and this time, Lynn wasn't able to soothe him. Dean crouched beside them and patted the child's shoulder. "Hey, Lucas, it's ok. It's ok."

Andrea came up behind him and enclosed the hug with Lynn, holding him close and smoothing his hair. "We got you, baby. You're ok." Lucas was able to calm down again, but he didn't loosen his grip on Lynn. Andrea met her eyes and saw a woman, who just like her, had no idea how to help but wanted to – more than anything did she want to help.

"Lucas?" she asked her son. "Would you like Lynn to come over for dinner?" Andrea looked to Lynn, who understood that the question was also directed at her.

"That sounds great." Lynn replied. "What do you think, Lucas? Can I come over for dinner?"

Lucas nodded his head and changed his grip from both hands on her jacket to Lynn's ringed hand. She stood up and said to her boys, "Meet us there?"

Sam and Dean nodded as they watched Andrea lead them out the doors, Lucas holding onto Lynn more desperately than someone would cling to a life raft. It hurt so much to watch Lynn go because for the first time, Sam and Dean were able to partially feel what she was going through, and it was heavier than either of them imagined.

The sheriff threw his jacket on a chair and stomped into his office. It was getting to be way too much. When Sam and Dean followed him inside, he demanded, "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?"

Dean glanced at Sam and replied, "Yeah, that about sums it up."

"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?"

Damnit.

"That's right, I checked. The department's never heard of you."

"See, now, we can explain that," Dean tried, but the sheriff wasn't having it.

"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. That, and your friend seems to be the only thing helping my grandson. So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials, go interrupt my family's dinner to arrest your friend for the same thing, and hold you three as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance…

Or we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, pick up your friend, put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again."

Sam felt as though the sheriff would've preferred to point a gun at him while making the threat instead of his finger, so he responded with, "Door number two sounds good."

"That's the one I'd pick."

Lynn stared out the window and down the path that led to the lake. The sun had gone down so there wasn't much to see anymore, but Lynn knew Peter must be doing the same thing. Looking out in her direction from the waves, waiting for her.

But why?

Andrea came up behind her and handed her a cup of tea. Lynn gratefully took it and said, "I'm sorry if I'm overstaying my welcome. I don't know what's taking them so long, but I really appreciate the tea while I wait."

"Don't worry about it. You're more than welcome here. In fact," she looked up the stairs where Lucas was finally getting real sleep. "I think you being here is the only reason he was able to fall asleep."

Lynn smiled sadly and replied, "I wish I knew why it was me. Maybe I could help him more."

"More?" Andrea's voice almost broke with tears. "Since meeting you yesterday, it's like Lucas is trying to find himself again. He looks at you, draws with you, goes to you… and because of that –" She put a hand over her mouth and then rubbed her cheek before tears could fall. "He's starting to look at me again. Sharing his drawings and letting me comfort him. It's everything."

"I'm glad. You deserve help with that painful loss too."

Andrea nodded and took a sip from her own mug. "I'll be ok once I know my son will be ok."

"I understand how that is. I'm never ok unless Sam and Dean are ok, and I swear they're the same with me." Lynn giggled into the steam of her tea.

"You guys are really close, huh?"

Lynn felt her lips tug upward as she thought about all they've been through and answered, "I love them so much, I don't know what I do without them." She saw a twinge of sorrow in Andrea's face, so Lynn apologized. "It's late. I'm sorry, I'm probably keeping you up."

"Like I said, you're more than welcome here." Andrea smiled but glanced at the clock. "I am gonna get ready for the night, if that's ok?" When Lynn nodded, she finished her tea and said, "Please make yourself comfortable and don't be afraid to fall asleep on the couch."

"Will do! Thanks!" Lynn laughed as Andrea climbed the stairs. She looked back out the window, this time to the road. "Where are you guys?"

Sam and Dean pulled up to the light and waited for it to turn green.

"We took way too long getting all our stuff together," groaned Sam.

"Lynn left a mess."

"We didn't need the papers anymore!"

"You don't know that."

"No?" Sam challenged. "Dean, I think this job is over."

"I'm not so sure."

"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest."

"Alright, so what if after we take off with Lynn and this thing isn't done?" Dean challenged back. "You know, what if we missed something? What if more people get hurt?"

"But why would you think that? After spending this whole time keeping Lynn from the lake because of Lucas's drawing, why would you want us to stay here?"

Dean stared out into the darkness of the road and made a turn much like the one when Lynn came into their lives. He breathed heavily and replied, "Because I think she's like Lucas."

"What'd you mean?"

"You know how Lucas looks at her like she's the only thing that can help him? How she's the only one he goes to and needs her when he's scared?" Dean felt Sam's eyes on him as he continued, "Lucas saw something so bad it changed him. Made him see things that scare the crap outta him. And Lynn understands. She can feel it. Feel it so much that even the spirit wants her for itself."

"Dean –"

"Lynn looks at us the same way. It may not be the look of a scared little kid, but we're it for her, Sammy. We're all there is to her, and you know it."

Sam forced his gaze out the window. "Lynn won't leave Lucas because she knows what he's going through and that's why she can't tell us everything."

"And since Lucas was really scared, this isn't over."