Screaming.

Splashing.

Shit.

Lynn sprinted up the stairs and straight past Lucas as he opened his bedroom door in a silent panic. She tried the doorknob, but it wouldn't turn. Lucas panted in fear, staring at Lynn as though it would save them. The huntress stared back and ordered, "Go downstairs to let Sam and Dean in. I'll get your mom. Go!"

Lucas turned and ran as fast as he could. Lynn didn't know if her boys were even there yet, but Lucas didn't need to see this. She took out her concealed gun and aimed it at the locked handle. With the release of breath, Lynn pulled the trigger and the handle blasted off. She rushed to Andrea trying desperately to claw her way out of the tub. The spirit hadn't pulled her under yet, so Lynn grabbed her before it could.

"Pull yourself over the edge!" shouted Lynn.

Andrea coughed up the darkened water as she fought against it. "I can't!"

Lynn yanked her arms as hard as she could, but it felt like they would break before she could free Andrea from the spirit's grasp. Lynn looked into the raging water and thought, 'No, not spirit. Peter.'

"Peter!" she called over the splashing. "Peter, you have to stop! She's not who you want!"

Andrea suddenly took a whole breath and was able to pull her top half out of the tub. Lynn let go of her and knelt over the other side to try to find Peter. Nothing. Only murky swirls. She cautiously placed her hand on the wet surface and whispered, "Peter? I'm here. Please… let me help you."

A wave rolled over her skin when Andrea fell onto the floor and Lynn gasped as a chilled hand grabbed her wrist. There was no time to react. It pulled her down. Lynn plunged headfirst into the tub and felt magnetized to the bottom. That small hand was still holding her down, but it moved with the water – flowed like a wild current – and faded into the black. Peter wouldn't show himself, but Lynn heard him.

"Come play with me."

"Lynn!" Sam and Dean bellowed from above.

They burst into the bathroom with Lucas behind them. Sam immediately reached in to grab Lynn while Dean helped Andrea cover up, guiding her and Lucas out. Once they were in the hallway, Dean hurried back to help Sam lift Lynn out of the tub.

Only Peter wasn't letting go.

Come play with me! Please come play with me…

Lynn struggled against the pull, but she was losing strength and couldn't hold her breath much longer. It felt like her head and lungs were going to explode. Sam and Dean hoisted her up together and finally, in one fluid motion, freed her from the water. Lynn heaved for air as they fell back onto the floor.

Lynn sat on the couch with a towel draped over her damp shoulders. She clutched a new mug of warm tea, only drinking it when Sam would sweetly press a finger underneath it and slowly lift it until she took over for a sip.

"I need you to tell me," Sam softly urged. "Please, Lynn. What happened?"

She glanced at him, focusing on the sunrise lighting up the compassion in his eyes. "Peter… listened to me," admitted Lynn. "He was pulling Andrea under and stopped when I told him to."

"Then he pulled you in?" asked Sam kindly.

Lynn nodded, holding back tears. "He's so lonely, Sam. It's not just anger and revenge. He's scared of being alone… and he's been alone so long." Her voice cracked and Sam's hand instinctively reached out to hold hers.

"Could you feel it?" Sam whispered.

She nodded again and replied, "And it's the way he said it."

"Said what?"

"Come play with me."

Sam's eyes widened and he moved closer to her as he remembered, "You said that before, the first time at the lake. You thought he…" Sam trailed off when a few tears spilled from her eyes.

Lynn quickly wiped them and said, "I still can't tell."

"Tell what?"

"Why he wants to play with me."

Before Sam could respond, Dean walked into the room with Andrea and a photo album saying, "Hey. I think I found a connection. He placed the open album down and pointed to a group of young boys in their explorer uniforms. "Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?"

Andrea looked and answered, "Um, no, I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about 12 in these pictures." She looked at all of them, the fear and exhaustion evident on her face and asked, "What's going on? Please, I don't understand –"

"Chris Bar's drowning –" interrupted Dean. "The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff."

Sam looked at the photos, recognizing Peter, and replied, "Bill and the sheriff, they were both involved with Peter."

"What about Chris? My dad – What are you talking about?" questioned Andrea, but everyone stopped when Lynn turned around to watch Lucas at the window.

She got up from the couch and walked over to him. Lucas met her by the door, taking her hand to lead her outside. Sam, Dean, and Andrea followed them down the path that Lynn had kept her eyes on during the night. She had been right about the area where Peter's bike was buried, except Lucas stood right over it. He met her eyes and Lynn understood.

Dean walked up next to her and glanced back at Andrea to say, "You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, ok?"

She took her son's hand, the one holding onto Lynn, and brought him back to the safety of the house. Lynn did her best to smile at the boy, so he'd know that her promise would be kept. Dean and Sam went to digging. After only a few shovel-fulls of earth, the metal clanked against what Lucas brought them to. Lynn drew in a breath as they dig the rest of the way with their hands and freed Peter's red bike from its grave.

Sam glanced at Lynn to see her staring and panted, "You knew it was here too."

"Who are you?"

The brothers jerked around to see the sheriff holding them at gunpoint. They slowly dropped the bike as Sam calmly said, "Put the gun down, Jake."

Lynn took a few steps back as he ignored them and demanded, "How did you know that was there?"

"What happened – You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake, and then buried the bike?" challenged Dean. "You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried."

Jake's eyes kept darting between the brothers and the bike. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney 35 years ago. That's what the hell we're talking about." Dean aggressively replied as Andrea came running up to them. "And now you're got one seriously pissed off spirit."

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love." Sam explained further. "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."

"Yeah? How do you know that?" Jake asked, denial thick in his voice.

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton."

"Listen to yourselves, both of you," exclaimed Jake. "You're insane."

Dean was done and strongly said, "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."

Jake blinked as the memory surfaced in his mind and shook his head. When he still didn't answer, Andrea took a step closer to her father and asked, "Dad, is any of this true?"

"No, don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous."

"Something tried to drown me, and it would've if Lynn hadn't pulled me out, nearly drowning herself. And Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me!"

Jake finally tore his eyes away from the Winchesters and met his daughter's pleading for the truth. "Tell me you – you didn't kill anyone."

But he couldn't tell her that because it would be a lie. Jake cast his eyes down, knowing that there was no way he could continue the lie anymore. At his sudden loss of breath, Andrea gasped, "Oh my god…"

"Billy and I were at the lake," Jake finally exhaled the truth. "Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time… It got rough." After a long moment, he was able to meet his daughter's eyes and confessed, "We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to, but we held him under too long, and he drowned." Lastly, he admitted to Sam and Dean, "We let the body go, and it sank."

Sam and Dean's minds raced at what to do and when they turned to Lynn, she wasn't there. They became frantic, looking all around as Jake wholeheartedly apologized to Andrea for keeping his past a secret and swearing that he truly had nothing to do with her husband's drowning, or the others, still believing it couldn't be a ghost.

"Alright, listen to me, all of you!" Dean shouted, making everyone jump. "Lynn's gone which means it's here. So, you need to get away from this lake, as far as you can, right now!"

Sam walked farther into the trees until the dock came into view and called, "LYNN!"

He bolted for the lake and Dean was right behind them, shouting at Andrea and Jake to get Lucas and leave. However, they followed to see what was happening and soon saw that Lynn wasn't alone.

"LUCAS!" the sheriff shouted for his grandson.

None of them were fast enough.

Lynn had been standing at the edge nearly the entire time Sam and Dean were talking to Jake. She felt the spirit's pull, needing her to come to the water. He whispered over the waves, inviting her to come play, but couldn't draw her all the way in. Lynn stood alone for what felt that a long time, but then Lucas grabbed her hand.

It was his drawing.

Only Lucas pulled her the opposite way. He was trying to move her away from the lake, but no matter how hard he yanked her arm, Lucas couldn't free her from the edge. When everyone began calling for them, Lucas turned in fear because a rush of power swelled from the water. Lynn bent down and calmly took Lucas' hand from hers.

She looked into his terrified eyes and promised, one last time, "Everything will be ok."

Lynn reached out and let Peter drag her into the cold depths.

Sam and Dean sprinted over the banks, yelling for Lynn as they saw her disappear, but nothing was louder than Lucas screaming. Over and over again, his shrieks of NO pierced over the deathly silent lake. Peter rose to the surface, staring Jake down in a rage, before returning to the dark where he would play with Lynn forever.

The Winchesters wasted no time in diving in after her. The cold struck them to their bones and the darkness of the water kept them from seeing anything. Sam and Dean stayed under as long as they could, swimming everywhere to feel for Lynn, but there was nothing. However, no matter how deep they went, they could still hear Lucas screaming above.

Andrea came up behind her son, holding onto him so he wouldn't fall into the lake, but he was inconsolable. Jake stood next to them staring into the disturbed waves, watching as Sam and Dean kept popping up for air and looking at each other in the hopes that the other would have Lynn in their arms. Only they kept coming up without her, with no signs of Peter.

Jake leaned over the dock, holding his hand over the water, and said, "Peter, if you can hear me, please, Peter, I'm sorry." Nothing. "I'm so – I'm so sorry. Peter," he cried. "She has nothing to do with this. Please, it's not her fault. It's mine. Please take me!"

Dean burst back up for air and yelled, "Jake, no!"

"Just let it be over!"

Sam broke to the surface and seeing the sheriff, he ordered, "Get away from the water!"

"Dad, please!" Andrea begged over Lucas, whose screams turned to sobs. He turned to look at them and saw his daughter's hand reaching out for him. "Please, don't!"

Jake turned back to the lake. The brothers already went back down to search again and still, no Peter. Where was he?

Lynn floated deep into the darkness of the lake. Her limbs flowed in the water as she tried to see, but there was nothing but black. Strangely, Lynn couldn't tell how long she had been underwater. Air bubbled out in the illusion of breathing, but the pain of needing to inhale hadn't come.

Had it really only been seconds? It somehow felt like hours.

Peter suddenly appeared like a deep-sea fish, glowing a soft gray and his clothes ebbing out like long, wavy tailfins. He smiled and took her hand in his small fingers. Lynn stared at the young boy. Peter was being so gentle. Kind, even. Without opening his mouth, he said, "Come play with me."

Lynn tilted her head and thought her reply. "Why me?"

She could hear his sweet, little laugh in her head. "That's what you do with kids like me."

Lynn gasped out much needed air and blinked away the bubbles on her lashes. And then she finally understood. "What if I could do more for you?"

Before Peter could ask what she meant, they both heard Jake crying his apology into the lake. Peter looked up as Jake offered himself, but Lynn clutched his whole hand in hers to focus his attention away from the sheriff.

"You don't need to drag anyone else down here," she told him. "You don't even have to stay here anymore."

Peter floated closer and asked, "What?"

"Just let go. Let go of all of it and you'll move on to a place much better than this." Lynn placed her other hand on his cheek and Peter's spirit warmed. His ashen skin dissolved into a sun kissed glow and bright colors seeped back into his clothes. It was as if he were alive again. "You won't be cold and alone in the dark anymore. You've suffered for so long, Peter. You deserve to be at peace, and to one day see your mom again."

Peter openly smiled and asked, "Promise?"

"Promise."

The young boy let go and floated away from her. Lynn watched as light beamed from his body and shone throughout the blackness of the lake. As soon as he disappeared, Lynn could feel the depth of the cold again. She looked up in search of the sun on the surface, but the painful pressure pounded in her head and lungs. She clearly had been under for too long. Lynn thrashed her way upward, but all the air left her lungs and the lake filled them in return.

Sam plunged upward and spun around in a panic. Dean hadn't come up yet and Lucas was still crying in his mother's arms. It had to have been over three minutes, probably four. They were running out of time. Sam swam farther from the dock, hoping beyond hope that he would see something. Except no Lynn, no Dean… and the waves had calmed.

No, Sam thought. There!

Dean hurled himself out of the water, heaving as much air into his lungs as he could, while holding an unconscious Lynn against his chest. Sam instantly swam to them, helping Dean get her to the dock. Jack reached down to grab her, and they all lifted her onto the dock. Sam and Dean quickly followed and desperately leaned over Lynn to see her lying far too still.

"She's not breathing," Sam fearfully said as he tilted her head back.

Dean placed his palms over her chest and began compressions. The second he was done, Sam pinched her nose and breathed two puffs of air into her mouth. No change. The brothers did it again and again, but Lynn just lay there lifeless.

"Come on, Lynn!" Dean yelled. He balled his hand into a fist and struck it down on her chest. Sam winced at the sound and gave her one last breath. He looked up at Dean and the terror in his little brother's eyes made him pound his fist again. "Damnit Lynn, you can't leave us now! Come on!" He brought his fist down again.

And Lynn spewed like a fountain. Sam sighed out a wide smile of pure relief and held her back against his chest so she could finish coughing out the rest of the water from her lungs. Dean deeply exhaled his own relief and Lynn seemed to desperately inhale it, gasping for air, and clung to Sam as her body started to shake.

Dean rested a hand on her thigh and panted, "Never scare us like that again."

Lynn sat on the hood of the car with Lucas' drawing in her hands. A grin tugged at the corner of her mouth as she looked at the smile she drew on his face. She understood why Lucas had been confused, since he was trying to save her from Peter's hold, but in the end, she had kept her promise. To both of them.

Sam and Dean walked up with the rest of their things from the hotel and dropped their duffles into the trunk. However, they hung back, hidden behind the black metal. Both brothers fidgeted with the bags until Sam finally said in a hushed voice, "We – We did save her, Dean."

"I know," nodded Dean but he glanced out at her and said, "But it was way too close."

"Hey!" They heard Andrea call out and shut the trunk. "We're glad we caught you."

Lynn smiled in greeting as Lucas tucked himself under her arm with a smile of his own. Sam and Dean walked up to them all as Andrea continued, "We just, um, we made you lunch for the road. Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."

"Well, they look delicious!" Lynn thanked, rubbing Lucas' shoulders.

He looked to his mom and asked, "Can I give it to them now?"

"Of course," she happily replied.

Lucas held out the wrapped plate to Dean, who took it and said, "Come, Lucas, let's load this in the car." He led Lynn and Lucas over while Sam stayed back with Andrea.

"How're you holding up?" Sam asked.

"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know? But my dad's at Mrs. Sweeney's house now, telling her everything…" she took a breath as the worry of what would happen next flooded her, but the worry left as quickly as it came. "But no matter what, Dad loves me and Lucas and that's why he's finally able to tell the truth. We just have to hold onto that."

Sam nodded in understanding, and they walked to the Impala where Dean was sitting on the edge of the passenger seat, eye level with Lucas who was still next to Lynn. "Alright, if you're gonna be talkin' now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it back to me one more time."

"Zeppelin rules!" Lucas cheered, earning a smile from everyone.

"That's right. Up high."

Lucas high-fived Dean and Lynn leaned down to kiss the top of his red hair. "You take care, ok?"

He looked up at her and sweetly replied, "I promise."

Lynn smiled and gave him a hug, looking at Andrea to say, "You've got yourself a really good kid."

"I know." She replied, gathering Lucas in her arms. "And thank you for saving him."

Lynn gazed her boys, now standing on either side of her, and said, "It's what we do."

And I'm moving on, movin' on from town to town
Movin' on baby hey I'm never touching the ground

She could feel them systematically staring at her while they drove off. Lynn purposefully didn't meet their eyes until they were out of town. She just wanted to sit in the safety of the Impala, curled up behind Sam while facing Dean, and leave the case in the rearview.

Lynn stared out the window and sighed. As crazy as they were going with wanting to ask her what happened, they respected her not being ready yet.

"I grew up in the foster system and eventually, I was the oldest one." She finally shared. Sam and Dean immediately found her eyes as Lynn continued, "I ended up looking after the younger kids in the foster homes and then took care of all of them in the group homes. I'd… play with them, so they'd know they weren't alone. That somebody actually cared if they were ok."

She took in a shaky breath and said, "Peter knew that somehow. When he pulled me into the lake, I asked him why and he told me because it's what I did. He knew I took care of lost kids and that made him trust me."

Sam's lips parted in an amazed grin. "You helped him move on."

Lynn nodded. "It didn't feel the same though. Nothing feels the same here. It's all so much more."

"Don't worry, Lynnie," said Dean. "We'll figure that out, along with everything else."

"Together," Sam added.

Moving on moving on from town to town
Movin' on I can't seem to stop now
Movin' on I never seem to slow down