outtake from chapter 2
Cant you do anything with your hoodoo shit
First of all, it's not hoodoo. Secondly, it's too fast
or
guys, wait i wanted to drive
No, Dean gruffly said
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The Winchesters and Connie were in-between hunts at the moment. Connie and Dean were enjoying their food at a diner, while Sam had gone to the bathroom. Dean was circling obituaries in the newspaper, looking for a new case. Connie was texting somebody. Dean circled an obituary about a mysterious water death in Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin.
An attractive waitress, whose nametag says WENDY, approached their table and asked them if she could get them anything else. Both dean and Connie stop what they are doing and smile at the waitress, dean grinning around the pen he was chewing on. Sam came over and sat down, next to Connie, who was across from Dean and asked for the check.
Wendy walked away and Dean admonished Sam telling him that they could afford to have fun sometimes, pointing at Wendy saying that that was fun.
Dean presented the case to Sam and Connie.
"Here, take a look at this, I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water; nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago."
"A funeral?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever." Dean said.
"Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them." Sam said aggressively. Connie was watching them like a ping pong game.
"Something you want to say to me?"
"The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day."
"Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?"
"I don't know. Something. Anything." Sam exploded.
"Sam…" Connie said gently, putting a hand gingerly on his arm.
"You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?" Dean questioned Sam, pissed off.
"Yeah, I know you do, it's just—" Sam's excuse was interrupted by his older brother.
"I'm the one that's been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?" Sam rolled his eyes at the response. Wendy walked past their table distracting Dean, Connie too had her eyes glued on Wendy. Sam called their attention, and asked how far Lake Manitoc was.
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They arrived at the town without much fanfare and promptly went to the Carltons' house.
Dean knocked on the door. Will Carlton, Sophie's brother, opened it.
"Will Carlton?" Dean started.
"Yeah, that's right." Will replied
"I'm Agent Ford. These are agents Hamill and 're with the US Wildlife Service." Dean held up a fake id. Sam huffed in exasperation, only Connie had noticed. Will let them inside the house and he led them to where they could see that his father, Bill,was sitting on a bench on the deck. They asked him if they could tell them what happened.
"She was about a hundred yards 's where she got dragged down." Connie put a sympathetic hand on his arm.
"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer." The mourning brother answered."She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub." Connie perked up, she got a feeling that would be important later.
"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" Sam asked.
"No, that's what I'm telling you." Will emphasised.
"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?" Sam questioned.
"No. Again, she was really far out there." Will answered.
"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?"
"No, never. Why? Why, what do you think's out there?"
"We'll let you know as soon as we do." Dean promised.
The trio headed back to the car, but Sam and Connie were a step behind Dean and Sam stopped to ask one more question, Connie beside him."What about your father?Can we talk to him?"
Will turned to look at his father, then turned back to them. "Look, if you don't mind, I mean...he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot."
"We understand." Connie patted his arm in support, and she and Sam went to the car, where Dean was waiting. They got in and started driving.
"So what did you see this time with your freaky powers?
Connie pursed her lips in annoyance. "He really saw nothing, something dragged his sister down and then the lake stood still." She said.
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Next, they headed to the police station. The sheriff, Jack Devins, talked to the Winchesters and Connie, asking why would wildlife service care about an accidental drowning.
"You sure it's accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister." Sam said
"Like what?" Sheriff Devins asked as he led them to his office, motioning to the chairs across his deck. There is an awkward pause where the trio look at the three chairs. Dean sits down without a word, and Sam gestures to the free chair with his hand, urging Connie on. She gave him a small smile that showed her mouth corner dimples, which drew his eyes, and sat down.
"There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake." The sheriff said as they sat down."There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness Monster." Dean nodded and laughed awkwardly. Sam shared a glance with Dean from where he was standing next to Connie's chair.
"Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still, we dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there." the sheriff continued.
"That's weird, though, I mean, that's, that's the third missing body this year." Dean said.
"I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about." Devins
"We know," said Connie gently.
"Anyway…" Devins sighed. "All this...it won't be a problem much longer.'
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"Well, the dam, of course." the sheriff looked askance.
Connie got a feeling and interjected before either brother could reply."Of course, the dam is falling apart and you don't have the funds to repair it, so the spillway was opened. It will make the lake disappear, and eventually the town." Connie explained looking straight into the sheriff's eyes, where she had gotten the information. The brothers shared an incredulous look over Connie's head.
A young woman suddenly tapped on the door and asked if she was interrupting. Dean and Connie stood up to look at her, Sam also turned from where he was standing.
"I can come back later." The woman said.
"Folks, this is my daughter." The sheriff introduced.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean." He shook Andrea's hand.
"Andrea Barr. Hi." she said.
"Hi." In Connie's opinion Dean looked a little dumb looking at her.
"They're from the Wildlife Service. About the lake." Devins explained, and his daughter let out a small oh. A redhead boy walked in around Andrea.
"Oh, hey there. What's your name?" Dean said with a smile. The boy walked away without speaking a word, and Andrea followed after him.
"His name is Lucas." Devins said.
"Is he okay?" Sam asked softly.
"My grandson's been through a lot. We all have." The sheriff said, standing and walking to the door.
"Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know." The sheriff offered. They all left the office.
"Thanks. You know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Dean asked.
"Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It's about two blocks south." Andrea responded.
"Two—would you mind showing us?" Dean asked, and Andrea let out a laugh.
"You want me to walk you two blocks?" she asked incredulously.
"Not if it's any trouble." Dean said, flirting.
"I'm headed that way anyway." She noted. She turned to her father and told him when she was picking her son up. She then addressed Lucas, telling him they would go to the park, kissing him on the head.
Andrea lead Sam, Dean, and Connie along the street.
"So, cute kid." Dean commented as they walked. Andrea thanked him.
"Kids are the best, huh?" Dean tried to keep the conversation going, Sam gave him a sideways glance. Andrea ignored him, they kept walking for a short while and stopped at the sight of a motel.
"There it is. Like I said, two blocks." Andrea smiled at Dean and Sam thanked her for guiding them.
"Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line." Andrea sassed Dean. She left, telling them to enjoy their stay over her shoulder.
"Your game sucks dude." Said Connie, with a wide grin.
"'Kids are the best'? You don't even like kids." Teased Sam, joining in the fun.
"I love kids." Retorted Dean.
"Name three children that you even know." Sam challenged him. Dean thought for a second and came up empty. Sam waved a hand, and along with Connie who was snickering at Dean's expense, walked into the motel. Dean scratched his head and called out that he was thinking.
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They had been unlucky and got a room with a double bed and a single in it instead of the two rooms they wanted to book or alternately a triple single bed room. After a brief argument, where they drew sticks for who got the single (Connie had won (by cheating, but there was no way she was telling the brothers that)), Dean was going through his clothes, Connie was still texting, and Sam was working on his laptop.
"So there's the three drowning victims this year." Sam said, after looking at some information.
"Any before that?" Dean asked, now looking up from his clothes. Sam replied in the positive.
"Six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace." Sam explained.
"So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean questioned.
"This whole lake monster theory, it, it just bugs me." Sam said. Dean dropped the clothes he was holding and walked over to look at the articles over Sam's shoulder, asking why he felt that way.
"Loch Ness, uh, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing." Sam said. "Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it."
"If you ask me, it's definitely not a lake monster," Connie contributed, suddenly.
"What do you mean?" Both brothers looked at her, Connie was sitting criss-cross on her claimed bed, with her purple flip phone discarded in the middle of her legs.
"Different creatures, that being werewolves, monsters, demons or ghosts leave different… impressions for a lack of a better word."
"So, do you know what it is?"
"No, it's too deep in the lake and I don't know if you noticed but I don't have much practical experience. I just know it's not a lake monster, they feel… slimy." She said, wrinkling her nose cutely.
Sam considered her words and absentmindedly scrolled to the comments section of an article. Dean suddenly pointed at it.
"Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?"
"That's Andrea's and Lucas' last name." Connie answered.
"And the victim in May." Sam read off of the page.
Sam clicked a link, opening a new page. LOCAL MAN IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT. The picture loaded: it shows a police officer with Lucas dripping wet.
"Oh. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued." Sam summarised from the page. Sam clicked the picture to get a better look, then scratched his head.
"Well, whatever it is, we now have an eye witness." Sam said.
"No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over." Dean said.
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They decided to head to the park, where they knew that Andrea would be with Lucas. They found her on a bench, watching Lucas, who was at another bench colouring and playing with toy soldiers. Sam asked if they could join her. Andrea looked up and found that Sam, Dean, and Connie were there.
"I'm here with my son." She responded. Dean looked towards Lucas and asked if he and Connie could say hi, wanting her to use her powers to interrogate him. They walked over to him.
"How's it going?" "Hi, Lucas," they said at almost the same time. Dean knelt down to the bench where Lucas was colouring and Connie sat on the floor right next to the child. When Lucas did not even look up to acknowledge their presence, Dean picked up one of the toy soldiers and played with them telling Lucas that he used to love them. After getting no reaction again, he tried a different approach.
"So crayons is more your thing? That's cool. Chicks dig artists." Connie pinched him at that comment and smiled sweetly at Lucas, knowing what direction Dean wanted to take.
"You're pretty good at drawing," Connie said looking at the pile of drawings, one big black swirl, and the other a red bicycle, "Mind if we join you for a bit?" Connie took a pen from her pocket and Dean grabbed a crayon, sitting on the bench, he grabbed a paper and passed Connie one as well.
"I'm not so bad myself." Dean bragged. "You know, I'm thinking you can hear me, you just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was your age, I saw something." Dean paused for a moment. "Anyway. Well, maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you, or, uh...or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw that day, with your dad, on the lake. Okay, no problem. This is for you." Dean held out the picture that he drew to Lucas, it was stick figures.
"This is my family." Dean pointed to each person." "That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, and that's me." Dean paused.
"All right, so I'm a sucky artist. I'll see you around, Lucas." Dean started to head out, Connie stayed behind for just a moment.
Connie had drawn a pretty simple but accurate sketch of Christopher Barr. She silently placed it where Dean had left his, patted Lucas on the head to see what he had on the day his father had passed, and went in the direction of Sam and Andrea, a few steps behind Dean. Lucas picked up both pictures.
"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident." Andrea offered.
"Yeah, we heard. Sorry." Dean stated and Andrea nodded.
"What are the doctors saying?" Sam asked.
"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress." she responded, with her arms crossed.
"That can't be easy. For either of you." Sam comforted.
"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot." Andrea explained. "It's just...when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw…" she pondered.
"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." Dean said.
Lucas left the bench, heading towards the group.
"You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth." Andrea emphasised. "Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish—" Andrea was interrupted by Lucas, who walked up to them carrying a picture.
"Hey sweetie." Andrea greeted. and Lucas handed Dean the drawing, stared at Connie for a while and headed back to the bench.
What Lucas had handed Dean was a picture of the Carlton house.
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Sam had decided to go for a drive and Connie had tagged along. They took the impala to drive around town. They were chatting about people they both knew from college when they drove past the Carlton house. The place had an ambulance in front of it. They stopped to ask what had happened, Will Carlton was dead. They rushed back to the motel to tell Dean.
Dean was inside the motel room sitting on his and Sam's bed. Sam and Connie burst into the room.
"I was right, it's no Nessie." Connie said smugly as Sam shut the door behind them.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked them. Sam sat next to him and Connie sat on her bed.
"We just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead."
"He drowned?" Dean frowned.
"Yep. In the sink."
"What the hell? So you're both right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else."
"Yeah, but what?" Sam asked.
"I don't know. Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water that comes from the same source." Dean said.
"The lake." Sam realised.
"Which is draining, which means that whatever it is no longer has time to do whatever it is that it wants." Connie added, following Sam's train of thought.
"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere." Dean stood up from his place on the bed. "This is gonna happen again soon." He slumped on a nearby chair.
"And we do know one other thing for sure. We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton." Sam stated.
"It took both his kids. And we asked around, Chris Barr, his godson." Connie told Dean, who suggested they pay him a visit.
Said visit didnt tell them much, except that Bill Carlton had had everything taken away from him and was still keeping secrets. But when they were leaving his house Dean had noticed that Lucas had drawn a pretty good rendition of the Carlton residence. They decided right then to go ask Lucas some questions.
Between getting Lucas to talk and getting Andrea to even let them inside the house for that to happen, it looked as though the latter was going to be more difficult.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." She said with her hands on her hips.
"I just need to talk to him." Dean pleaded. "Just for a few minutes."
"He won't say anything." The mother replied, "What good's it gonna do?''
"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there." Sam insisted.
"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all." Andrea insisted.
"If that's what you really believe, then we'll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son." Andrea considered Dean's words and let them in. leading them to Lucas's bedroom where he was once again coloring.
Andrea, Connie, and Sam stood by the doorway while Dean sat down next to Lucas and tried to engage him in conversation. Sam tilted his head towards Lucas with his eyes on Connie, urging her to go use her powers on him. She shook her head and mouthed his brother's name.
Dean came back to them with a new drawing, a picture of a white church, a yellow house, and a boy with a blue baseball cap and red bicycle in front of a wooden fence.
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They were driving aimlessly while trying to figure out their next move.
"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean commented, hands on the wheel.
"There are cases—going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." Sam said, shooting a look at Connie.
"Don't look at me, I was born this way." Connie defended herself, "but yeah Lucas has definitely tapped into whatever is out there."
"It's as good a lead as any." Dean added.
"All right, we got another house to find." Sam said, holding the drawing up.
"The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Dean replied.
Connie took a good look at the picture. "Guys, what about the church?"
Sam interrupted her. "I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."
"Ooh, College Kids think they're so smart." Dean taunted.
"Dean, please…" Connie said.
Eventually, they found the church shaped like the one in Lucas's picture. Dean held up the drawing and compared it to the scene in front of him, the yellow house was next to the church. The trio cross the street to the house. Connie knocked on the door, and an old woman, Mrs. Sweeney, let them in.
"We are so sorry to bother you ma'am, but is there any chance that a little boy lives here? He might wear a blue ball cap, he has a red bicycle." Connie asked gently.
"No ma'am. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." Mrs. Sweeney turned towards a side table, where a picture of Peter sat.
"The police never—I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." The trio were hearing the old woman's words intently, and Sam spotted toy soldiers at a table, which he pointed out to his brother.
"Losing him—you know, it's..." Mrs. Sweeney struggled with her words,"It's worse than dying."
"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Dean asked.
"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." She said she then offered to make them some tea, and Connie offered to help, leaving the brothers to look around the room.
Dean picked up a picture off a mirror. There were two boys in the picture, one Peter with his red bicycle. Dean read off of the back of the picture. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy."
After having the tea that Mrs. Sweeney had made for them and thanking her for allowing her into her house, they left. In the car they deduced that Bill Carlton had something to do with Peter's disappearance, that he might've even killed him and that was why everyone he loved was being punished. Peter was getting his revenge.
By the time they arrived at the Carlton house to speak to Bill, it was already too late. Bill had taken out a boat to the lake, and no matter how much they tried he wouldn't turn around. The water rose up and flipped Bill's boat over, it alongside its owner vanished.
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The trio followed the sheriff towards his office after having informed him of what had taken place. In the police station , they ran into Andrea and an agitated Lucas.
"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?" Andrea asked her father.
"Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home." The sheriff advised. Lucas suddenly looked up and whined, looking stricken. He jumped up from where he was and grabbed Connie and Dean by the arm.
Connie looked Lucas right in the eye, while Dean and Andrea were comforting him. Andrea managed to pull Lucas away from the pair of blondes, Lucas never looking away from them. The sheriff headed to his office, Sam and Dean followed, while Connie stayed behind with Andrea and Lucas, already crouched to Lucas's level, now holding his hand and talking to him softly.
"Okay, just so I'm clear, you see...something attacks Bill's boat, sending Bill—who is a very good swimmer, by the way—into the drink, and you never see him again?" The sheriff questioned.
Yeah, that about sums it up." Dean glanced at Sam.
"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?" Dean looked surprised.
"That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you three."
"See, now, we can explain that." Dean tried to placate the sheriff.
"Enough. Please." The sheriff sounded tired. "The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again.
"Door number two sounds good." Sam answered.
"That's the one I'd pick." And with that, the Sheriff kicked them out of his office and town.
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When they got outside, the Barrs were gone and Connie was waiting for them, biting the side of one of her nails and looking out a window, her face in a frown underneath her bangs. They quickly told her what happened and they went to the motel to pack up and head out of town.
They were getting their bags into the Impala, when Conie stopped them.
"Guys, I don't think this is over yet," she was biting the inside of her cheek.
"I agree," said Dean.
"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest." Sam tried to reason.
"All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done? You know, what if we've missed something? What if more people get hurt?
"But why would you think that?"
"Because Lucas was really scared." Dean said.
"That's what this is about?"
"Sam, whatever is out there is not done, and its connection to Lucas wasn't severed." Connie tried to convince the younger brother.
"I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay."
"Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?" Sam teased. Dean shot a glance at Sam and told him to shut up.
Despite the late hour, they decided to go check on Lucas and Andrea. But when they rang the bell, Lucas ambushed them, frantically and desperately afraid. He ran back into the house, and up the stairs, the trio followed with urgency. Lucas had led them to a closed door from where water was pouring from, he was frantically pounding on it. Dean pushed him aside and kicked the door open.
Lucas was holding on to Dean and Connie tightly, so Sam rushed into the bathroom and stuck his arms into the bathtub, trying to pull Andrea out, who had been pulled in and was actively drowning. After some struggling, Sam successfully pulled Andrea free from the water. She wasn't waking up.
Upon seeing his mom out of the water, Lucas let go of Connie and Dean. Connie rushed to Andreas' side and cast a spell that pulled the water from her lungs. Andrea started coughing.
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Dawn was breaking. Sam, Connie, and a now dry Andrea sat in the living room, the latter's hand being held comfortingly by Connie. Dean was looking through notebooks on bookshelves.
"Can you tell us?" Sam asked gently.
"No." Andrea was still shaken, "It doesn't make any sense." She started crying. "I'm going crazy." She let go of Connie and put her face in her hands.
Connie put her hand on her back. "Andrea, you're not going crazy."
"Tell me what happened. Everything." Sam asked.
"I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice." Connie started rubbing Andrea's back to reassure her that she'd be fine.
"What did it say?" Sam coaxed.
"It said…" Andrea hesitated."It said 'come play with me'." She started sobbing again, asking what was happening.
Meanwhile Dean had found a scrapbook of the Sheriff at 12 years old, and was flipping through the pages. When he got to a photo of Explorer Troop 37, he recognised Peter Sweeney in it. He went over to where the others were and put the book in front of Andrea, pointing he asked if she recognised the kids in the picture.
"What?" Andrea was clearly confused. "Um, um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures." She moved her finger over to a nearby picture, where her dad was standing next to Peter. Dean looked at the other two.
"Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff." He told them.
"Bill and the sheriff—they were both involved with Peter." Sam realised.
"What about Chris? My dad—what are you talking about?" Andrea queried.
Dean saw movement from the corner of his eye. It was Lucas, now staring out the window towards the garden. Dean called out to him , but the child ignored him, opening the door and stepping out outside, stopping at a seemingly random spot in the ground. Connie felt nauseous.
Connie offered to take the Barrs back to the house. Sam and Dean fetched shovels from the Impala and started digging. They dug for a while until Sam's shovel clinked against something. They begin digging with their hands then, and pull out a red bicycle.
"Peter's bike." Sam said. The brothers heard the sound of a safety being pushed back.
"Who are you?" The Winchesters turned around to find the Sheriff pointing a gun at them. Sam asked him to put his gun down, as he and his brother dropped the shovels.
"How did you know that was there?" The sheriff was shaking.
Dean confronted him. "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."
Connie saw the sheriff pointing the gun at the brothers, and sprinted outside. Andrea not far behind her, telling Lucas to go to his room and lock his door.
The sheriff denied any knowledge of what had happened, but Dean was having none of it. "You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about." Connie and Andrea ran up to where they were, the latter calling out for her dad.
Dean spared a glance at them before continuing. "And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit."
"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's words had a final ring to them.
The sheriff was skeptical. "Yeah, and how do you know that?"
"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." Connie said, her wide eyes looking straight into his soul.
"Listen to yourselves, the three of you. You're insane."
"I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us," Dean was getting annoyed."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."
"Dad, is any of this true?"
"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous."
"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me." The sheriff looked at his daughter. "Tell me you—you didn't kill anyone." She pleaded, but he looked away.
"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." The sheriff admitted, and the brothers shared a glance, knowing that they could no longer salt-and-burn this ghost.
"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 drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational." Despite everything, the sheriff was still in denial.
Dean was telling them that their only option was to get as far away from the lake as they possibly could when Connie and Andrea spotted Lucas at the dock, he had not gone to his room as instructed and instead was lured to the shore by Peter's ghost. They all rushed to where he was, but they were too late. A hand had come up from the lake and dragged Lucas down with it. The sheriff saw Peter briefly but clearly. He knew what he had to do to end this.
The Winchesters didn't waste a second running to the end of the dock and diving in. Andrea moved to follow them, taking off her jacket to jump in. Connie held her down, trusting the Winchesters to save the boy.
The brothers worked perfectly in sync, but they were getting nowhere. The sheriff saw this and knew what he had to do, at a moment where both brothers were underwater he took off his jacket and started wading into the water, pleading for Peter to take him instead. Connie and Andrea were telling him not to do it, as well as the Winchesters when they came back up for air, but Jake was determined. Peter's ghost grabbed Jake and vanished, the Winchesters dove back to the lake to search for Lucas.
Sam came up for air first hands empty and a regretful face. Andrea was bracing herself for the worst when Dean surfaced holding Lucas, who wasn't moving. Dean quickly placed Lucas on the dock, where Connie performed the same spell that she had on Andrea, pulling water from Lucas's lungs until he breathed again.
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The trio was getting ready to leave and Sam was telling Dean that they couldn't save everyone since the older one was upset that Jake had to die. Andrea and a healthy looking Lucas came to say goodbye and give them lunch for the road. Lucas was carrying a tray of sandwiches that he had made. He asked his mother if he could give it to them now. Connie smiled at Lucas, happy that he was now speaking.
Dean and Lucas started loading up the sandwiches talking as they went, and Andrea stayed talking to Connie and Sam, who were comforting her on her father's passing. The trio approached the car, where Dean and Lucas were, overhearing the last seconds of their conversation.
"You take care of your mom, okay?"
"All right."
Andrea leaned over the open car door and planted a brief and sweet kiss on Dean's lips. She then thanked him, he thought for a moment, then scratched his head and went around the car to the driver's side. Connie shared a glance with Sam and did everything in her power not to burst out laughing.
"C'mon you two move your asses. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road." Dean got into the Impala and shut his door.
After saying her goodbyes to Andrea and Lucas, Connie got into the backseat and put the tray of sandwiches on her lap. When they were further away from the Barrs she finally said what she had been holding back. "Dude, I can't believe after everything she still kissed you."