SUPERNATURAL S1 EP #03: "Dead in the Water"
TRANSCRIBED BY: penguingal
LINKS BY: darkhavens

ORIGINALLY AIRED: September 27, 2005
WRITTEN BY: Raelle Tucker, Sera Gamble
DIRECTED BY: Kim Manners


SAM WINCHESTER: Jared Padalecki
SHERIFF JAKE: Daniel Hugh Kelley
BILL CARLTON: Bruce Dawson


"What A Way To Go" by Black Toast
"Round And Round" by Ratt
"Too Daze Gone" by Billy Squier
"Movin' On" by Bad Company




(Two men are sitting the kitchen of a cabin by the lake, one older, sitting at a table, the other younger sitting on the counter by the sink)

SOPHIE: (walking through the living room) 'Morning, Daddy.

(She kisses him on the back of his head)

BILL: (reading the newspaper) 'Morning, sweetheart.

(Sophie gets a water bottle out of the fridge)

WILL CARLTON: All these workouts, Soph. I dunno. Guys don't like buff girls.

SOPHIE: Yeah, well, girls don't like guys who still live at home.

WILL: (teasing) huh he ha

SOPHIE: ha ha

(She walks past him out the back door)

BILL: Be careful.

SOPHIE: (turning) I will.


(Sophie stands, looking out at the water before diving in and swimming. She surfaces and treads water, looking around. She dives back under the water, swimming for a while and then surfacing again as if she hears something. She looks increasingly distressed before she is pulled under the water.)


(A tractor truck blows its horn as it goes past. There are train tracks in the foreground.)

Cut to: INT. DINER - DAY

Cue: "What a Way to Go"

(Dean is seated, obits laid out in front of him, some of them circled, including Sophie Carlton's)

WAITRESS: (leaning over the table) Can I get you anything else?

(Dean looks up, his pen between his teeth, and slowly smiles)

SAM: (entering) Just the check, please.

WAITRESS: Okay. (smiling at Dean as she walks away)

(Dean drops his head down and licks his lips as he looks at Sam)

DEAN: You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while.

(He checks out the Waitress and points in her direction)

DEAN (cont.): That's fun.

(Sam just looks at him)

DEAN (cont.): Here, take a look at this.

(He shows him Sophie's obit)

DEAN (cont.): I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week. Sophie Carlton, 18, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water. Nothing. Sophie Carlton was the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found, either. They had a funeral two days ago.

SAM: A funeral?

DEAN: Yeah, it's weird. They buried an empty coffin, for uh, closure or whatever.

SAM: Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean, other people just stop looking for 'em.

DEAN: Something you wanna say to me?

SAM: The trail for Dad. It's getting colder, every day.

DEAN: Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?

SAM: I dunno. Something. Anything.

DEAN: You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I want to find Dad as much as you do?

SAM: Yeah, I know you do. It's just-

DEAN: 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 going to kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?

(Sam sighs and Dean gets distracted by the passing waitress)

SAM: All right, Lake Manitoc. Hey! How far?


Cue: "Round and Round"

(The Impala passes some farmland and a fisherman standing on the bridge before passing a sign "Welcome to Lake Manitoc WI.")


(Dean knocks on the door. Through the glass, Will Carlton can be seen coming to answer it)

DEAN: Will Carlton?

WILL: Yeah, that's right?

DEAN: I'm Agent Ford. This is Agent... Hamill, we're with the US Wildlife Service.

(He shows him a badge and ID)


(Bill Carlton sits on a bench on the dock, looking out at the water. Dean, Sam, and Will stand on the shore near the lake)

WILL: She was about a 100 yards out. That's where she got dragged down.

DEAN: And you're sure she didn't just drown?

WILL: Yeah. She was a Varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub.

SAM: So, no splashing? No signs of distress?

WILL: No. That's what I'm telling you.

SAM: Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some... dark shape breached the surface?

WILL: No. No, again she was really far out there.

DEAN: You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?

WILL: No, never. Why? Why, what do you think's out there?

DEAN: Well, we'll let you know as soon as we do.

(He turns to leave)

SAM: What about your father? Can we talk to him?

WILL: (looking over his shoulder) Look, if you don't mind, he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot.

SAM: (nodding) We understand.

(After a pause, he turns to go)


SHERIFF JAKE: Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?

SAM: Are you sure it's accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister.

JAKE: Like what? Here, sit please. There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake. There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness Monster.

DEAN: (lifting his eyebrows) Yeah. Right.

(He looks significantly at Sam)

JAKE: 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.

DEAN: (leaning forward) Yeah, but it's weird though. I mean, that's-that's the third missing body this year.

JAKE: I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about.

DEAN: I know.

JAKE: Anyway, all this... it won't be a problem much longer.

DEAN: What do you mean?

JAKE: Well, the dam of course.

(Sam nods and does his best to look like he knows what the Sheriff is talking about.)

DEAN: (lifting his eyebrows again and sitting back) Of course. The dam. It's, uh, yeah sprung a leak.

JAKE: It's falling apart. And the Feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they've opened the spillway. In another six months, there won't be much of a lake. Won't be much of a town either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that.

DEAN: Exactly.

ANDREA BARR: (entering) Sorry. Am I interrupting? I can come back later.

(Dean, Sam, and Jake all stand)

JAKE: Gentleman, this is my daughter.

DEAN: (walking over to her, flirting) Pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean.

ANDREA: (smiling but not buying it) Andrea Barr. Hi.


JAKE: They're from the Wildlife Service. About the lake.

ANDREA: (quietly) Oh.

(A little boy steps out from behind her.)

DEAN: Oh, well, hey there. What's your name?

(The boy doesn't say anything, just turns and walks away. Andrea follows him.)

JAKE: His name is Lucas.

(Sam and Dean look at each other, confused and concerned, and then watch as Andrea sets Lucas up with some drawing paper and crayons)

SAM: Is he okay?

JAKE: My grandson's been through a lot. We all have. Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please, let me know.

DEAN: Thanks. Hey, you know, now that you've mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?

ANDREA: Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner, it's two blocks up.

DEAN: (looking confused) Two... would you mind showing us?

ANDREA: (laughing) You want me to walk you two blocks?

DEAN: Not if it's any trouble.

ANDREA: I'm headed that way anyway. (to Jake) I'll be back to pick Lucas up at three. We'll go to the park, okay sweetie?

(She kisses Lucas goodbye and leads Dean out, who waves at Jake)

SAM: Thanks again.


(Dean and Sam are following Andrea down the street)

DEAN: So, cute kid.

ANDREA: (glancing back over her shoulder) Thanks.

DEAN: Kids are the best, huh?

(Andrea looks back at him quickly and Dean and Sam exchange a look before they stop in front of the Lakefront Motel)

ANDREA: There it is.

(She turns to Dean)

ANDREA (cont.): Like I said, two blocks.

SAM: Thanks.

ANDREA: It must be hard, with your sense of direction...

(Dean shifts on his feet, putting his hands in his pockets and smiling at her)

ANDREA (cont.): ... never being able to find your way to a decent pick up line?

(She walks away, leaving Dean looking after her, confused)

ANDREA (cont.): Enjoy your stay!

(She jogs off down the street)

SAM: (looking at Dean) Kids are the best? You don't even like kids.

DEAN: I love kids!

SAM: Name three children that you even know.

(Dean gets set to respond, holding out his thumb as if ready to tick them off one by one for Sam, but then pauses. Sam waves him off and walks away)

DEAN: (scratching his head) I'm thinking...

(He follows Sam)


(Sam is seated with the laptop open in front of him as Dean sorts through his clothes, giving one of his shirts a "sniff test")

SAM: So, there's the three drowning victims this year...

DEAN: And before that?

SAM: Uh, yeah... six more, spread out over the past 35 years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace.

DEAN: So, what we got a lake monster on a binge?

SAM: This whole lake monster theory, it-it just bugs me.

DEAN: Why?

(He steps up behind Sam to look at the laptop over his shoulder)

SAM: Loch Ness, uh Lake Champlain, there are literally *hundreds* of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing. Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it.

(Dean points at the laptop screen)

DEAN: Wait. Barr, Christopher Barr, where have I heard that name before?

(He leans over Sam's shoulder)

SAM: Christopher Barr, the victim in May... oh. Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father.

(Dean stands)

SAM (cont.): Apparently, he took Lucas out swimming; Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued. Maybe we have an eyewitness after all.

DEAN: No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over.

Cut to: EXT. PARK - DAY

(While other kids are running around, playing, Lucas is kneeling on the ground, leaning on a bench so he can draw and color with his crayons. Andrea is watching him from a distance when Sam and Dean come to stand next to her)

SAM: Can we join you?

ANDREA: (looks up and smiles indulgently) I'm here with my son.

DEAN: (looking over at Lucas) Oh! Mind if I say hi?

(Without waiting for an answer, he heads toward Lucas)

ANDREA: (to Sam) Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing's not going to work on me.

SAM: I don't think that's what this is about.

(Dean approaches Lucas, who has green army men positioned next to him on the bench)

DEAN: (kneeling down in front of Lucas) How's it going? Ahhh... hehe.

(He looks at Lucas, who doesn't stop his drawing, and then notices the army men, picking one up)

DEAN (cont.): Oh, I used to love these things.

(He makes sounds like a machine gun firing and then something exploding)

DEAN (cont.): Waahh...

(He drops the army man. Lucas still doesn't seem to notice Dean)

DEAN (cont.): So, crayons is more your thing? That's cool. Chicks dig artists.

(He looks through some of Lucas's nearby drawings)

DEAN (cont.): Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if I sit and draw with you for a while? I'm not so bad myself.

(He sits next to Lucas and starts to draw)

DEAN (cont.): You know, I'm thinking you can hear me, you just don't wanna 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... anyway, maybe you don't think anyone will-will listen to you or uh or believe you, but 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.

(Lucas continues what he's doing)

DEAN (cont.): Okay. No problem. This is for you.

(He shows Lucas his drawing)

DEAN (cont.): This is my family. That's my dad. And that's-that's my mom. That's my geek brother. And that's me. All right, so I'm a sucky artist. See you around, Lucas.

(He leaves, putting the drawing down on the bench and looking back over his shoulder at Lucas. Lucas pulls the drawing over to him, looking at it)

ANDREA: Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me, not since... his Dad's accident.

DEAN: (approaching) Yeah, we heard. Sorry.

(Andrea just nods)

SAM: What do the doctors say?

ANDREA: That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress...

SAM: That can't be easy. For either of you

ANDREA: We moved in with my Dad. He helps out a lot and it's just... when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw...

DEAN: Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with.

ANDREA: You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there, drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish...

(Lucas walks up)

ANDREA (cont.): Hey sweetie!

(Lucas walks past Andrea and hands a drawing to Dean. Andrea looks at Dean, amazed.)

DEAN: (taking the picture) Thanks! Thanks Lucas.

(Lucas walks away as everyone looks at each other)


(Bill Carlton is sitting in the living room in the dark)

WILL: Hey Dad? Y-You should probably eat something.

(Bill doesn't respond)

WILL (cont.): Well, I'm going to make some dinner, okay?

(Bill still doesn't respond and Will goes to the sink. He cleans a fish under the tap. The water is clear as he starts to cut the fish up, but then gurgles and runs dirty, a greenish color. Will notices and turns off the water, but the water backs up through the drain, fast, nearly black until it fills the sink. A disembodied voice says, "Come play with me." Will reaches into the sink and pulls the plug, but the water doesn't drain. He reaches in again and roots around. Just as he's about to pull his arm out again, he is pulled forward, hard, until his head is under water. The voice is heard again. Will struggles, but he can't lift his head out and he drowns. Once he's dead, the water drains out of the sink.)


SAM: (entering) So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie.

DEAN: What do you mean?

SAM: (sitting on the bed) I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead.

DEAN: He drowned?

SAM: Yeah. In the sink.

DEAN: What the hell?

(Sam shakes his head.)

DEAN (cont.): So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else.

SAM: Yeah, but what?

DEAN: I dunno. Water wraith maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water - water that comes from the same source.

SAM: The lake.

DEAN: Yeah.

SAM: Which would explain why it's upping the body count. If the lake is draining, it'll be dry in a few months. Whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it's running out of time.

DEAN: And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere. This is gonna happen again, soon.

(He gets up and goes to the chair, putting his boots on)

SAM: And we do know one other thing for sure, we know that this *has* got something to do with Bill Carlton.

DEAN: Yeah, it took both his kids.

SAM: And I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris? Bill Carlton's godson.

DEAN: Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit.


(Bill Carlton is sitting on the bench again, looking out at the lake)

SAM: Mr. Carlton?

(Bill looks up)

SAM (cont.): We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind.

DEAN: We're from the Department-

BILL: I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today.

SAM: Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there? Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death - we think there might be a connection, to you or your family...

BILL: My children are *gone*. That's-that's worse than dying.

(He looks at Sam, tears in his eyes)

BILL (cont.): Go away. Please?

(Sam and Dean go back to the Impala)

SAM: What do you think?

DEAN: I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something.

SAM: (leaning on the Impala's roof) So now what?

(Dean doesn't respond but takes a long look at the Carlton's house)

SAM (cont.): What is it?

DEAN: Huh. Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something.

(He takes Lucas's drawing from his pocket and looks at it. It's the Carlton house.)


ANDREA: I'm sorry but I don't think it's a good idea.

DEAN: I just need to talk to him. Just for a few minutes.

ANDREA: He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?

SAM: Andrea? We think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there.

ANDREA: My husband. The others. They just drowned. That's all.

DEAN: 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.


(Lucas is sitting on the floor with his drawing paper and army men. Dean sits on the floor with him.)

DEAN: Hey Lucas. Remember me?

(He looks at the drawings again, seeing two of the same red bike)

DEAN (cont.): Hey, you know I uh I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again.

(He takes his picture out and unfolds it, showing it to Lucas)

DEAN (cont.): How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen?

(Lucas keeps drawing)

DEAN (cont.): Maybe you could... nod, yes or no for me.

(Lucas keeps drawing)

DEAN (cont): You're scared. It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my Mom. And I was scared, too.

(Sam watches Dean from the doorway)

DEAN (cont.): I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom, I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe your dad wants you to be brave, too.

(Lucas stops drawing and looks at Dean before handing him another picture from the pile. It is a picture of a yellow house with a picket fence. There's a boy at the fence wearing a blue baseball cap, and he has a red bike. There's a white church near the house.)

DEAN (cont.): (looking at the picture) Thanks Lucas.


Cue: "Too Daze Gone"

DEAN: Andrea said the kid never drew like that 'til his Dad died.

SAM: There are cases where going through a traumatic experience *could* make certain people more sensitive to premonitions, uh psychic tendencies...

DEAN: Well whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow?

SAM: (shaking his head) Ahhh...

DEAN: I mean it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns so if you got a better lead, please...

SAM: All right. We got another house to find.

DEAN: The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone.

SAM: See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here.

DEAN: Oh, college boy, thinks he's so *smart.* (glancing at Sam)

(Sam chuckles)

SAM: (hesitant) You know, um, what you said about Mom...

(Dean stiffens a little)

SAM (cont.): ... you never told me that before.

DEAN: It's no big deal.

(Sam doesn't say anything and Dean looks at him.)

DEAN (cont.): Oh god, we're not going to have to hug or anything, are we?


(Sam and Dean stand on the street corner near the church, using the drawing to orient themselves. They see the yellow house, just as it is in Lucas's drawing. They look at each other and head toward it.)


DEAN: We're sorry to bother you, ma'am, but does a little boy live here by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle.

OLD WOMAN: No sir. Not for a very long time. (looking at a framed picture of a little boy) Peter's been gone for 35 years now. (sighs) The police never--*I* never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared. Losing him, you know...

(Sam notices some green army men on a table nearby and points them out to Dean subtly)

OLD WOMAN (cont.): ... it's-it's worse than dying.

(Dean looks at Sam)

DEAN: Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?

OLD WOMAN: He was supposed to ride his bike straight home, after school and he never showed up.

(Dean and Sam walk around what is apparently Peter's old bedroom. Dean finds a picture slid into the frame of a mirror.)

DEAN: Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton. 1970.


(Bill is still sitting on the bench out on his dock, alone)

BILL: Taken everything, everyone. I've got nothing left. I didn't understand. I didn't believe. Now I think I do. I think I finally know what you want.


SAM: Okay, this little boy, Peter Sweeney, vanishes and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow.

DEAN: Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?

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

DEAN: So what if Bill did something to Peter?

SAM: What if Bill killed him?

DEAN: Peter's spirit would be furious. He'd want revenge. It's possible.


(The Impala pulls up in front of the house)

SAM: (calling out) Mr. Carlton!

(There's the sound of a motor boat and Dean is looking toward the lake. He sees Mr. Carlton in a boat on the water)

DEAN: (getting Sam's attention) Hey! Check it out.

(They both look and then take off running down the shoreline, yelling at Bill to turn the boat around. He ignores them and a second later, something hits the front of the boat hard enough to send it flying backwards out of the water, tossing Bill into the lake. Dean and Sam can only look on in horror)


(Andrea and Lucas are sitting together. Lucas is lightly rocking back and forth)

ANDREA: Baby, what's wrong?

(Sam, Dean, and Jake enter. Andrea stands)

ANDREA (cont.): Sam, Dean, I didn't expect to see you here.

JAKE: So now you're on a first name basis. What are you doing here?

ANDREA: I brought you dinner.

JAKE: Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart, I don't really have the time.

(Andrea looks closely at her father, over at Sam and Dean, and back)

ANDREA: I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?

JAKE: (looking over his shoulder at Sam and Dean) Right now, we don't know what the truth is.

(Dean looks over and notices Lucas rocking)

JAKE (cont.): But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home.

(Lucas suddenly bolts out of his chair and grabs Dean's arm, pulling on it hard)

DEAN: Lucas? Hey, what is it? Lucas?

(Andrea tries to pull Lucas away.)

DEAN (cont.): Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay.

(Andrea wraps her arms around him and finally leads him away. Lucas looks back at Dean for as long as he can, until he and Andrea are out of sight. Jake angrily throws his jacket onto a chair and stalks into his office. Sam, and eventually Dean, follow)

JAKE: Okay, 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: Yeah. That about sums it up.

JAKE: 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 gives him a "Huh?" face)

JAKE (cont.): That's right. I checked. The Department's never heard of you two.

DEAN: See, now we can explain that...

JAKE: 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. 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 rear-view mirror, and you don't *ever darken my doorstep again.*

SAM: Door number two sounds good.

JAKE: *That's* the one I'd pick.


(Lucas has his green army men set up on the floor of his bedroom and he is drawing. Andrea comes by. She is ready for a bath)

ANDREA: Baby. What are you doing up? Come on. Let's go to bed.

(She pulls him away from his drawing, a swirl of black)


(The Impala pulls up to a stop light on a dark road. There is a sign pointing to the left for the highway.)

SAM: Green.

DEAN: What?

SAM: The light's green.

(Dean thinks for a second, pulls into the intersection and turns right.)

SAM (cont.): Uh. The interstate's the other way.

DEAN: I know.

(The Impala zooms off.)


(Andrea pushes the shower curtain aside and plugs the drain for the bathtub before turning on the water. The water is clear.)


SAM: But Dean, this job... I think it's over.

DEAN: I'm not so sure.

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

DEAN: 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?

SAM: But why would you think that?

DEAN: Because Lucas was really scared.

SAM: That's what this is about?

DEAN: I just don't want to leave this town until I know that kid's okay.

SAM: Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?

DEAN: Shut up.


(The bathtub is nearly full and Andrea takes off her robe, easing herself into the bath. She relaxes and closes her eyes. She doesn't see the water start to run dark green. The dark water spreads throughout the tub. A voice saying, "Come play with me" is heard. Andrea is startled and she tries to sit up. She screams when she sees the water and tries to climb out of the tub, but she can't. She struggles and screams. Lucas pounds on the bathroom door, panicked. Andrea is pulled under the water.)


SAM: You sure about this? It's pretty late, man.

(Dean doesn't hesitate. Just as he presses the door buzzer, the door opens and Lucas is there, clearly scared and out of breath. Dean takes him by the shoulders.)

DEAN: Lucas? Lucas?

(Lucas runs off into the house. Dean and Sam follow. There is water flowing out from under the bathroom door and down the stairs. Lucas starts pounding on the bathroom door again. Dean pulls him away and hands him to Sam. He kicks the door open and Sam rushes in. Dean grabs Lucas and holds him as he tries to rush in to his mother. Sam reaches into the water to pull Andrea out. With an effort he gets her partially out so she can take a breath before she's pulled back in again. Finally, with a huge effort, he pulls her out and they collapse together on the floor, Andrea gasping for breath.)


(Sam and Andrea are seated together having a cup of coffee)

SAM: Can you tell me?


(Dean is rooting through some bookshelves. He finds some photo albums.)

ANDREA (cont.): It doesn't make any sense. (near tears) I'm going crazy!

SAM: No, you're not. Tell me what happened. Everything.

ANDREA: I heard... I *thought* I heard... there was this voice.

SAM: What did it say?

ANDREA: It said... it said, "Come play with me." (pauses, becoming distressed) What's happening?

(Dean finds a photo album marked "Jake - 12 years old". He opens it and flips through, finding something. He brings the album to Andrea, showing her a group photo of several boys all about the same age.)

DEAN: Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?

ANDREA: What? Oh, um no. I-I mean... except, that's my dad, right there. He must have been about... 12 in these pictures.

DEAN: Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton; it must have been the sheriff.

SAM: Bill *and* the sheriff, they were both involved with Peter.

ANDREA: What about Chris?

(Dean turns his head and sees Lucas looking out the window.)

ANDREA (cont.): My dad? What are you talking about?

DEAN: Lucas? Lucas what is it?

(Lucas goes to the door and opens it, heading outside. Andrea, Sam, and Dean follow.)


ANDREA: Lucas? Honey?

(Lucas stops and looks down at the ground and then up at Dean.)

DEAN (to Andrea): You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?

(Andrea takes Lucas's arm and pulls him with her back toward the house. Dean and Sam start digging on the spot where Lucas stopped. Not too far down, they hit something metallic. They pull up a red bike.)

SAM: Peter's bike.

JAKE: Who are you?

(A gun cocks. Sam and Dean turn to find Jake pointing his weapon at them.)

SAM: Put the gun down, Jake.

JAKE: How did you know that was there?

DEAN: What happened? You and Bill kill Peter - drown him in the lake and then bury the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried.


(Andrea sees her father pointing his gun at Sam and Dean from the house.)

ANDREA (to Lucas): Go to your room, sweetie. Now. Lock the door and wait for me. Don't come out!

(Lucas goes)


JAKE: I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

DEAN: You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney 35 years ago. That's what the hell we're talking about.

(Andrea runs up.)


DEAN (cont.): And now you've got one seriously pissed-off spirit.

SAM: 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.

JAKE: Yeah? And how do you know that?

SAM: Because that's *exactly* what it did to Bill Carlton.

JAKE: Listen to yourself, both of you. You're insane.

DEAN: I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us. But if we're going to 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.


(Lucas is watching the four adults from the side of the house. He turns his head as he hears the voice say, "Come play with me." He walks off.)


ANDREA: Dad? Is any of this true?

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

ANDREA: Something tried to drown me. Chris *died* on that lake. Dad, *look at me*. Tell me you-you didn't kill anyone.

(Jake blinks a few times, his breathing picking up speed, but he doesn't say anything.)

ANDREA (cont.): Oh my god.

JAKE: 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.

(Dean nods and he looks at Sam.)

JAKE (cont.): 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 drowning, with Chris... because of some ghost. It's not rational.

DEAN: All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now.

(Andrea turns her head and sees Lucas near the lake. She gasps and everyone turns to look.)

JAKE: Lucas!

(They all take off at a run, Andrea last. Lucas is kneeling down on the dock, reaching toward the water, trying to get one of his army men that has fallen in.)


ANDREA: Lucas, honey, stay where you are!

(A hand reaches up out of the water and pulls Lucas in. Jake and Dean run out of the woods in time to see Lucas go under, with Sam right on their heels. Jake suddenly stops and Sam and Dean run past him. There is the top of a young boy's head poking out of the water, looking at Jake. It is Peter. Dean and Sam run across the dock and dive in. Andrea starts to take off her sweatshirt to follow.)

SAM: Andrea! Stay there.


SAM: We'll get him! Just stay on the dock!

(Sam and Dean dive under the water and after a moment, they come up for air with nothing.)

DEAN: Sam?

(Sam shakes his head.)

ANDREA: Lucas, where are you?

(Jake is on the edge of the lake, taking his sheriff's jacket off. Dean and Sam go under again as Jake steps into the water.)

JAKE: Peter, if you can hear me... please Peter... I'm sorry...

(He wades further in)

ANDREA: Dad... daddy, no!

JAKE: I'm so sorry! Lucas... he's-he's just a little boy. Please...

(Sam and Dean come up, again with nothing.)

JAKE (cont.): Please take me!

DEAN: Jake! No!

(The ghost of Peter Sweeney is seen rising from the bottom of the lake under water.)

JAKE: Just let it be over!

(He feels something tug at his foot and then he's pulled under.)


(Dean and Sam dive back under the water, determined to find Lucas. Sam comes back up first and shakes his head at Andrea. A few seconds later, Dean breaks the surface of the water, clutching Lucas to him.)


(Dean and Sam are carrying their bags to the Impala. They open the door and toss them inside.)

SAM: Look, we're not going to save everybody.

DEAN: I know.

ANDREA: Sam! Dean!

DEAN: Hey!

ANDREA: I'm glad we caught you. We just um... we made you lunch for the road. Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself.

LUCAS: Can I give it to them now?

(Dean and Sam smile at each other.)

ANDREA: Of course.

DEAN (taking the food): Come on, Lucas, let's load this in the car.

(Sam and Andrea watch them go.)

SAM: How you holding up?

ANDREA: It's just going to take a long time to sort through everything, you know?

SAM: Andrea... I'm sorry.

ANDREA: You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to... hold on to that.

(Dean places the food on the back seat and turns to sit on the Impala's floor.)

DEAN: All right. If you're going to be talking now, this is a very important phrase so I want you to repeat it back to me one more time.

LUCAS: Zeppelin rules!

DEAN: That's right. Up high.

(Lucas gives him a high-five.)

DEAN (cont.): You take care of your mom, okay?

(He stands as Andrea and Sam approach, leaning on the top of the open door's frame. Andrea leans over the door and kisses Dean on the lips.)

ANDREA: Thank you.

(Dean scratches the back of his head, looking down at the ground.)

DEAN: Sam, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road.

(He circles around to the driver's side of the car and Sam gets in the passenger side. Dean starts the car.)

Cue: "Movin' On"

(Andrea and Lucas wave as they back up and pull away. The Impala travels down another stretch of two-lane blacktop.)



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