I was panicking. Saving Lucas was worth it, but I didn't want to lose my life! I couldn't breathe! I couldn't think! It was cold and my vision was blurry, my lungs were burning!

You probably figured out by now that I'm drowning. I was slipping, and on the verge of losing consciousness. I couldn't help but think about why the hell I was in this situation in the first place.

(Earlier that day)

I couldn't do it, I just couldn't do it! So there I sat, like a coward, against the door of the motel, because I couldn't bare to be there when Will got the news.

I've been there, on the the receiving end, and I know how much it hurts when someone you love is taken from you like that. I just can't do this!

I exhaled sharply and put my head in my hands, 'I don't want to think about this right now! Think sunshine, daisies... Misha Collins!'

I was knocked from my thoughts, quite literally, when the door I was sitting against opened.

I fell in with a thunk and an "Oof!"

Ow...

I looked up to see who had opened the door. It was Will. He had tears running down his face and it was obvious he had tried to bolt. Sam and Dean appeared to be trying to stop him.

"Uh, Will?" I asked, "I'm guessing they broke the news."

He simply sobbed.

This was exactly what I was avoiding, my heart clenched. What was I going to do? I couldn't possibly say anything that would make him feel any better. I froze, and I hate it.

I just stood there opening and closing my mouth like a fish, before giving up and shutting it.

They seemed to notice this, so Sam spoke up.

"Look we know you're hurting, but the thing's still after you so you can't leave," Sam told him, trying to reason with him.

If not for the situation, I would've commented on the irony of the statement.

"Why should I trust you?" He demanded, "You said you'd handle it and now my dad's dead!"

"I know, and I am so sorry! I know we can't make up for something like that, so we won't even try... But I can make sure find that ghost and send it to meet it's maker," I promised.

"Becca's right, we'll gank that mother. That much you can be sure of." Dean said.

It's actually kinda sad. Angels and demons aside, vengeful spirit's are the most tragic. Hurt, confused people, that the veil twists until they loose their minds.

Will sniveled and glared at us, "I hate you, you know that? Everything is stupid! Stupid you! Stupid ghost! Stupid Everything!" He yelled in rage, at us, at himself, and from the sound of it the whole damn world. He was far to mad to think up something really cutting.

"Look we are so sorry," Sam said to him.

I zoned out then, I'm sad to say. I don't see how the Winchester's did it! I have yet to do anything useful and I keep freezing up! How exactly am I going to make this place better? Huh, tell me that! I didn't save Jess, my idea for this case didn't work, and I can't even imagine being the one to tell someone their loved one died...

'Snap out of it Rebecca! Stop feeling sorry for yourself and do something! You've done plenty. Will wouldn't be alive if not for you!' I mentally scolded myself. After all, it was true. I was the one to save Will, so maybe I'm not completely terrible at this.

"Yeah well, so am I," Will said bleakly, as if he'd lost his fight. "Just leave me alone!"

We nodded and I motioned to the door. Knowing what I meant Sam and Dean followed me out of the room.

"So what're we going to do?" Sam asked.

"Well canonically you go down to the station, the sheriff pretty much kicks you out of the town. You go back, find the bike, the sheriff finds and confronts you, he dies and Lucas almost drowns, so I don't know what we're going to do but we should stay away from cannon this time, rip up the script. You know?" I reasoned.

"Yeah sure ok," Dean agreed, "Just tell me one thing... What is cannon?"

"It's like what actually happens in the show, book, or movie, or just about anything else that has a fandom. We're going to move into fannon territory, which means changing the outcomes to suit your needs and feelings, although not really always... It'll take to long to explain," I told them. "... Fandoms are probably confusing to you because you're not in one."

"Uh... What?"

I rolled my eyes, "Fannon: what doesn't happen. Cannon: what does."

Sam nodded; Dean stared at me blankly for a while before he nodded.

I rolled my eyes, "Just focus on the part about ripping up the script."

"Ok, if we're not going with the "script" then what the hell are we going to do?"

"Save them," I said simply, "and we need to hurry."

Lucas was in his room drawing yet another black spiral. Little green army men were scattered all around him.

Andrea walked by his door in her robe, about to take a bath.

"Baby? What are you doing up?" She asked concerned. "Let's get you to bed."

She scooped Lucas up.

"You're sure about this?" Dean asked, hands clutching the steering wheel as he drove.

I nodded, "Positive."

Sam was silent with his eyes fixed on the road.

Andrea was in the bathroom. She walked over humming slightly, plugs the drain of the tub and turns the water on.

"Come on, come on," I whispered urgently not really directing the words at anyone in particular .

I was worried, this wasn't over yet. We still have people to save.

I hoped to God that this time around no else died.

Sam looked at me questioningly.

I ignored him.

Once the water was high enough, she got it. The hot water rose to meet her. She smiled at the warmth. This was nice. But the feeling didn't last. She felt something change. The water was getting colder. Confused, she opened her eyes and screamed at the sight that met her.

We ran in, not bothering to knock. The door was unlocked.

There was a sense of urgency and tension in the air.

We ran upstairs towards the sound of screaming. Lucas was banging frantically on the door. There was water rushing from under the door.

Dean moved Lucas out of the way, and Sam kicked in the door.

Inside was the source of the screaming. At Least, that was, until it pulled her under.

Sam ran in and put his hands in the tub grabbing her and trying to pull her out, but the ghost was strong.

It pulled her back under, put Sam didn't give up and pulled until she was all the way out. After what felt like a lifetime but was really only a few seconds, she began to cough up the water.

Dawn was breaking as we sat in the living room. Andrea was safe, and dry, and wearing comfortable clothes.

"Can you tell us?" Sam asked gently.

She shook her head, "No."

Dean appeared to be going through some notebooks on the shelf. It was probably the scrapbook.

"It doesn't make sense!" She burst into tears. "I'm going crazy!"

She put her face in her hands.

"No you're not, believe me. Can you tell me what happened?" I asked.

"I heard- I thought I heard... There was this voice," she told us.

"What did it say?" Sam asked.

"It- It said 'come play with me'," She told us.

She sobbed.

"What's happening?" She asked.

Dean pulled out a scrapbook that said "Jake- 12 years old", and began flipping through it. He closed it again and went over to us and set the book in front of Andrea.

It was open to a picture of "Troop 37".

"Do you recognize the kids in this picture?" Dean asked her.

"What? Uh, no... Well that one's my dad," She pointed at him in the picture, "When he was twelve."

Jake, in the picture was standing next to Peter.

"Bill and the sheriff, they were both involved. They were the ones that did it," I said solemnly.

"Did it- Dad- What are you talking about?" She demanded.

"Um... That's kinda harder to explain," I ran a hand nervously over the Wendigo scar. Yeah, it was definitely a habit.

"What do you mean hard to explain? We've already passed hard to explain! Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt!" She retorted angrily.

"Fine, When your dad was twelve he and Bill murdered another kid. His name was Peter, and now Peter is trying to get even by picking off everyone important to them," Dean told her.

"What?" She gasped disgusted.

"I'm sorry."

Lucas was staring out the window at the spot where the bike used to be before we salted and burned it.

"Lucas, what is it?" Dean asked looking concerned.

This puzzled me, we took care of the bike. So, why was Lucas still focused on the bike? Was there some important piece of the picture that we were missing?

Lucas didn't respond to Dean, just opened the door and walked outside. Oh shit! We followed him, trying to get him back inside.

Lucas stopped and looked at the spot, then back at Dean.

"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, ok?" Dean asked Andrea, "make sure Lucas stays."

Andrea gave him a weird look but pulled Lucas back to the house.

"What now?" Sammy asked turning to me. "What happens now?"

I paused to look around at my surroundings, "Well... I don't know. In the episode the sheriff comes and admits to murder. He then sacrifices himself and appeases the ghost."

But the air was undisturbed and the man was nowhere to be seen.

"Now I don't know what the hell is gonna happen," I sighed.

"Well call your angel pal!" Dean snapped.

I shook my head, "It doesn't work like that."

"Like what?" He asked irritated.

"The Cas I saw was from the future... This the present. Present Castiel can't know about me, cause' he's a tattle tale with a stick up his ass... Not to mention he doesn't have a vessel yet, and Claire needs Jimmy," I told him.

"I'll just pretend that what you just said makes sense," Dean told me.

I felt like defusing the tension, so I said, "You're just jealous that Sam didn't tell he has a tattoo of a butterfly on his ass!"

Sam blushed scarlet, "I do not!"

Dean turned to me, "What? Since when?"

"Dean! I don't have a tattoo!" Sam yelled at his brother.

I laughed. Hard.

Come play with me, the eerie voice of Peter whispered.

Lucas began to follow the voice.

I spotted movement, "Damnit!"

Lucas was on his way towards the dock.

Before I had a chance to think about it, my feet were moving. I took off running towards him. I was sprinting as hard as I could.

He was at the edge. I came to a stop and pulled him back.

But I lost balance and fell. It was as if time had stopped.

"Rebecca!" The boys screamed. They both had expressions of horror. Dean already running towards me.

The water was icy as I was plunged into it's depth.

Small slimy arms wrapped around me, pulling. Pulling me to where I'd surely meet my death. I tried to struggle. No! No, no!

Bubbles escaped my mouth and my lungs began to fill with water. My entire body burned.

As I lost consciousness the water flashed bright white with a power that made my limbs tingle. The slimy arms disappeared... And that's all I remember.

A/N: Hey guys!

I know you wanna kill me for the cliffhanger, but don't worry. Also, I finally found someone to proof read this chapter. My beta isn't responding, so I had to have someone I know do it instead.

that is all :)

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