"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died," Dean says.
"There are cases going through a traumatic experience that could make certain people more sensitive to premonitions and psychic tendencies," Sam nods.
"Well, whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow? It's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you got a better lead, please."
"All right. We got another house to find," Sam sighs.
"The only problem is there are about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone."
"Wait, you see that church," I say. "I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."
"Oh, smart girl," Dean compliments.
"I know I am," I chuckle.
~ ~ ~
"We're sorry to bother you, ma'am, but does a little boy live here by chance," Dean asks. "He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle."
"No, sir. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone 35 years now," she admits. "The police never-- I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared. Losing him-- You know, it's... it's worse than dying."
"Did he disappear from here-- I mean, from this house," I ask.
"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." I notice a picture of two boys, making me reach forward and grab it, looking at it. I flip it over to the back.
"Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, 1970," I read.
As we're driving down the road, Sam speaks. "Okay, this little boy, Peter Sweeny, vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow."
"Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something," Dean nods.
"Bill-- the people he loves-- they're all getting punished," Sam says.
"So what if Bill did something to Peter," I suggest.
"What if Bill killed him?"
"Yeah, Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible," Dean nods.
~ ~ ~
We hop out of the car, looking around. "Mr. Carlton," Sam calls out when I notice him on a speedboat.
"Hey, check it out," I say. We rush toward the dock, speaking.
"Mr. Carlton! You need to come back," Dean shouts.
"You need to come out of the water! Turn the boat around," I also shout. His boat is suddenly flipped over and crashes back into the lake, disappearing into the water.
"Shit."
~ ~ ~
We walk in, and I hear Andrea speak. "Sam, Dean, Callie. I didn't expect to see you here."
"So now you're on a first-name basis," Jake questions. "What are you doing here?"
"I brought you dinner."
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I really don't have the time," he admits.
"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 jumps up and grabs Dean's arm, pulling on it. "Lucas, hey, what is it?"
"Lucas," Andrea says.
"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay," Dean comforts him. Andrea leads him toward the door, and he looks back at Dean, terrified.
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One More Time
Fanfiction"Please," Sam says. I look up at him, our eyes meeting. "Just one more time, that's all we're asking for." "One more time," I say, glancing between them. "One more time," Dean nods. "Okay."
