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Fallon was sitting at the bar of a diner people watching. Although there were only two people of interest there. The two men next to her were eating together and god were they hot. She was having a hard time picking between the two. The taller one had somewhat of a puppy dog face, but he was well built and intelligent looking. The other had the prettiest face of anyone she'd ever known. He was more obviously muscular than his companion and apparently had a bigger appetite. She was currently watching him circle some girl's picture in the obits. Reading over the man's shoulder she read skimmed the article about some poor girl dying in a drowning accident. She thought the two boys must be in for her funeral.

A waitress walked over to the two boys then and asked, "Can I get you anything else?"

The pretty boy reading the newspaper smiled flirtatiously up at her but his companion answered, "Just the check please." The waitress nodded and walked.

"You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while," he said pointedly looking over at the waitress. "That's fun."

Fallon snorted. "Figures you're that type of guy," she scoffed.

To her shock the man actually looked over at her. "And what type of guy would that be?" he asked teasingly.

She whipped her head around to look at him so fast her copper brown hair fell in her face. "You can see me?" she asked incredulously and then blushed when the man looked at her as if she were crazy. She quickly tried to back pedal. "It's just that most people don't notice me."

He smiled at her again. "I find that hard to believe," he replied and started to lean closer when his companion made a coughing noise to get his attention. The man scowled but turned back around and began to talk to his friend. Fallon couldn't help but listen in. "Here, take a look at this, I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlson, 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 the funeral two days ago."

Fallon perked up at this news. So these boys weren't in for the funeral. But what were they looking at the obits for then? She listened more closely to their conversation then. "Something you want to say to me," the boy who'd talked to her asked.

"The trail for dad," Sam replied. "It's getting colder every day."

"Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?" the other asked.

"I don't know. Something. Anything," Sam pushed. Fallon felt sympathetic. Their father was missing, that could explain why they were looking in the obituary but it didn't explain why they were fixated on this drowning victim. Focusing back on the two brothers she realized they were arguing.

"I'm the one who's been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies," the brother with the huskier voice accused. "We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?" This startled Fallon. The two brothers didn't look dangerous, but they were talking about killing things. She also couldn't shake that they weren't talking about human beings either.

They had just gotten up from the bar when she blurted out, "What do you mean everything bad?"

The two boys froze before turning back around to stare at her. The one named Sam smiled what was supposed to be a reassuring smile at her and replied, "Nothing. We just meant…"

But Fallon interrupted him. "You don't mean nothing," she said looking back and forth between the two of them. They knew something about the supernatural; she was sure of it. She felt a surge of hope that maybe they could help her. "Are you two vampire hunters or something?"

Sam opened his mouth to answer but his brother beat him to it. "Or something," he responded. "We hunt vampires but we also hunt other monsters, like werewolves, ghosts, or demons."

"Dean!" Sam hissed.

"What?" Dean asked. "She guessed. Besides she doesn't look too freaked out about it."

"I'm not!" she cried stepping forward. "I've always been interested in the supernatural. Does this drowning accident have something to do with the supernatural?"

Once again, the two brothers looked at each other, unsure whether to answer the question. Finally, the taller brother, Sam answered. "We're not sure," he said, "but the disappearance of the bodies is suspicious."

"But it could always just be a serial killer," pretty boy Dean said. "Either way we're heading out that way to check it out."

"I'll come with you!" she pushed. "I'll help."

"It could be dangerous," Sam tried to dissuade her.

"I'll take my chances," she replied firmly.

"Alright," Dean conceded smiling at her interestedly.

"I don't think this is the best idea," Sam argued.

"We told her the risk," Dean said. "She's old enough to make her own decisions."

Sam looked back at her. "Do you want to call someone and tell them where you're going?" he asked.

Fallon shook her head. "No one to call," she replied. "I don't live at home anymore."

"It's settled then," Dean said. "Welcome to the team."

The trio walked out of the diner together and up to an Impala parked across the road. "Is this your car?" she asked incredulously.

"Yep," Dean replied. "Sweet ride right."

"The sweetest," she exclaimed.

"You can have shot gun," Dean said.

"What?" Sam exclaimed.

"Aw c'mon, Sammy," Dean encouraged. "It's her first time in the car."

Sam opened his mouth to argue but Fallon cut in. "I'm okay in the back," she said. "Honestly, I don't even think Sam could fit in the back seat. He'd be packed like a sardine back here." Both Dean and Fallon glanced over at Sam and appraised his ridiculous height.

"Funny," Sam replied sarcastically but he was smiling as he climbed into the passenger seat. Fallon slid in the back and sighed contentedly at her luck. She was thrilled she decided to stop inside that diner.

"Let's hit the road," Dean said and the three headed to Wisconsin. After a long time in the car they finally pulled up to an old, weathered lake house. Dean cut the engine and turned around to look at Fallon. "You're not a stickler for the law right?"

"Why? Are we about to do something illegal?" she asked with an amused look on her face.

Dean made a face. "Part of our job requires that we pretend to belong to some agency to get information out of our witnesses," he explained. "I just don't want to make you uncomfortable. I probably should have warned you before."

"I'm not uncomfortable," she assured him. "You do what you need to do."

"Okay," he replied smiling at her. "We don't have any fake IDs for you so you'll have to stay in the car."

Fallon made a face. "My legs are really stiff," she told him. "Can I at least get out of the car and walk around."

Dean smirked at her not at all fooled by her excuse. "The witness may not appreciate his conversation being over heard," he argued.

"He can't do anything about it if I do over hear," she pointed out. "As far as he knows I'm just a civilian. Besides, he won't even notice me. I think he's probably going to have other things on his mind." She looked out at the lake as she said it.

Dean nodded. "Alright," he sighed, "but if he's uncomfortable with your presence you have to get back in the car."

"Deal," Fallon said immediately and slipped out past him walking over to a spot where she would be able to listen to their conversation.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asked. "We don't have a fake ID for her."

"She's not going to be doing the questioning," Dean told Sam. "Besides, worse comes to worse we could always tell the guy she's a reporter." Sam didn't look happy but didn't argue as the two stepped onto the porch and knocked on the door. A few seconds later Fallon could see a man open it. "Will Carlton?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, that's right," the man confirmed.

"I'm Agent Ford," Dean said as he and his brother flashed fake badges at the witness. "This is Agent Hamill. We're with the U.S. Wildlife Service."

"I guess you're here to ask about my sister?" Will asked.

"Just a few questions," Sam assured him.

"Okay," Will said walking out of the house and down the steps. Dean and Sam both turned and beckoned for her to hide, but Will Carlton walked by her without seeming to care if she was there. Fallon shrugged and walked a short distance behind the man as Dean and Sam hurried to catch up. When they got closer to the lake they could all see an elderly man sitting on the dock.

"How far out was she in the lake?" Dean asked.

"She was about a hundred yards out," Will informed him. "That's where she got dragged down."

"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Dean asked a little insensitively. Fallon had to restrain herself from snorting.

"Yeah," Will replied. "She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub."

"So no splashing?" Sam asked. "No signs of distress?"

"No, that's what I'm telling you," Will insisted.

"Did you see any shadows in the water?" Sam pressed. "Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?"

"No," Will shook his head. "Again, she was really far out there."

"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?" Dean questioned.

"No, never," Will replied. "Why? Why, what do you think's out there?"

"We'll let you know as soon as we do," Dean hedged the question and started to head back to the car.

"What about your father?" Sam asked and Dean turned back. "Can we talk to him?"

Will sighed and looked over at his father before turning his attention back to Sam. "Look, if you don't mind, I mean…" he started. "He didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot."

"We understand," Sam said and turned to join Dean and Fallon heading back to the car.

"See," Fallon said. "I told you he wouldn't pay attention to me being there. He's got too much on his mind."

"Yeah, you were right," Dean agreed. "What's our next move Sammy?"

"I say we talk to the sheriff," Sam replied and then looked back at Fallon. "There's no way he won't question why you're with us."

"I'll stay in the car," she agreed. "Or at least out of the police station."

"We'll tell you what we find out," Sam assured her. A few minutes later and they'd reached the police station. "We'll be out as soon as we can."

"Take your time," Fallon replied. "I'm just going to be chilling over here." She walked over to a bench outside the station while the two boys headed inside. This was the best she'd felt in a long time. It seemed like forever she'd been stuck on this earth without any purpose and now these two boys were giving her a sense of direction. The boys thought this was her first dip in the supernatural but she'd known about this world for over a year now. She was growing desperate, but she truly believed that these two could help her. She just had to wait for the right moment to ask. About thirty minutes later the two boys came out following a woman.

"The motel is just this way," the woman said.

"Oh hold on we just have to…" Sam started, but Fallon quickly rushed in.

"I'm coming," she called and rushed over to them.

"Did you need something?" the woman asked.

"Uh…no," Sam replied quickly giving Fallon a contemplative look. Fallon smiled weakly at him as they began to follow the woman again.

"So, cute kid," Dean said.

"Thanks," the woman answered not missing a beat.

"Kids are the best, huh?" Dean asked. Fallon couldn't stop herself from snorting this time. Clearly, Dean would do anything to pick up a girl. The woman did not respond and didn't speak again until they reached their destination.

"There it is," the woman announced. "Like I said, two blocks."

"Thanks," Sam said.

The woman turned towards Dean and said, "Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line. Enjoy your stay!"

Sam raised his eyebrows at Dean. "Kids are the best?" he asked laughing. "You don't even like kids."

"I love kids," Dean exclaimed.

"Name three children you even know," Sam shot back at him.

Dean paused trying to come up with an answer. Sam rolled his and walked into the motel. "I'm thinking!" Dean called after him.

"You make it look hard," Fallon replied teasingly and followed after Sam leaving Dean staring at her with a gaping mouth. He quickly caught up to her though and pushed her gently. She laughed as he continued to walk up to the motel desk.

"We need a room with two beds and," Sam was saying but Fallon broke in again.

"I'll get my own room," she blurted out. "Don't worry about it, I can cover it."

Sam blinked in surprise but turned back to the desk lady who was looking at him expectantly. "Yeah, just that one room," he said. A few minutes later and Sam and Dean were ready to head to their room.

"I'll knock on your door when I get settled," she told them and stepped up to the desk and started talking before they could agree. She sighed in relief when they got on the elevator without looking back. When the doors had shut she walked away from the front desk and began to wander around. When fifteen minutes had passed she made her way up to her companions' room and knocked on the door.

"Hey, there you are," Dean said. "You have your room all settled?"

"Yeah," she answered walking deeper into the room. "I'm actually a floor below you…"

"When were you going to tell us?" Sam interrupted her.

Fallon stared at him torn between panic and confusion. "Tell you what?" she asked trying to sound puzzled.

"That you're a ghost," he answered her bluntly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied weakly.

"Sure you do," Sam disagreed. "That's why you said no one ever notices you at the diner. That's why Will Carlton didn't so much as spare you a glance at the lake today, and why you didn't want to be introduced to Andrea or have us get a room for you. You have no use for a hotel room do you?"

"No," Fallon replied looking away from him. "No, I have no use for a hotel room."

"You're a fucking ghost?" Dean cried angrily stepping in front of her. "Why can we feel you?"

"I don't know," Fallon said feeling her eyes swim. "You're the first people who have been able to see me in a year. I didn't mean to lie but…"

"Didn't mean to lie?" Dean yelled. "You sure as hell meant to lie. You knew we'd never let you come if we knew what you really were!"

"I'm sorry," Fallon whispered her tears spilling down her face now. "If you'll just let me explain…"

"Explain what?!" Dean shouted. "I'd just love to hear what else you could possibly have to say."

"Dean," Sam said firmly laying a hand on his shoulder and pulling him away from Fallon. Dean shoved him off but quit screaming before turning his back on her. Sam looked at her, and although his eyes had been accusatory before they were gentle now. "How did you die?"

Fallon shook her head and brushed her tears away. "I don't know," she told him. "I don't remember a thing about my life. The only reason I know I'm a ghost is because no one ever sees me or hears me when I talk to them." She paused before adding. "The fact that a car drove right through me kind of made it obvious too."

Sam smiled and choked back a laugh. "Sorry," he replied. "That's really not funny."

"It's okay," she said.

"Why didn't you tell us when we met?" Sam asked her. "You guessed that we knew about the supernatural."

Fallon smiled ruefully at him. "How could I tell you what I was after hearing Dean talk about killing everything bad, like ghosts," she replied. "I was just so happy to be noticed for once. I didn't want to lose that by telling you what I really was. You never would have let me come."

"No we sure as hell wouldn't have," Dean said acidly.

"Dean," Sam shouted. "Cool it. She hasn't caused any harm."

"She's a ghost, Sam," Dean shot back. "All ghosts are evil or they become evil eventually. She needs to go."

"No please!" Fallon cried rushing to stand in front of Dean. "I can help you with this case."

"We'll be fine without your help," Dean said briskly and tried to step away from her but she reached out and got hold of his arm.

"Please," she said again. "I don't want to go back to being unnoticed by the rest of the world. I can't. Please let me stay and help you."

Dean finally looked directly at her. His green eyes searched her eyes and she let him look for any untruths to be found there. He sighed and said, "Fine, but after this case you leave."

"Thank you," she said. He nodded and walked over to a bed and began to unpack his suitcase. Sam sat at the table with his laptop. The room was silent for a few moments and Fallon finally walked over and sat across from Sam. She relaxed when he didn't object her presence.

"So there's the three drowning victims this year," Sam said finally.

"Any before that?" Dean asked all the anger out of his voice now as they got back to business.

"Um, yeah," Sam replied. "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 the pace."

"So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean inquired.

"This whole lake monster theory, it, it just bugs me," Sam said.

"Stay out of the water," Fallon replied. "You should be fine." Sam shot her a look but smiled.

"Why?" Dean asked ignoring Fallon's comment.

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

Dean walked over to read whatever article Sam has up on his computer. "Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr," he puzzled. "Where have I heard that name before?"

"Christopher Barr, the victim in May," Sam said looking more closely at the page. "Oh. Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued."

"That's horrible," Fallon said softly. "That poor kid."

Sam nodded his head in agreement but said, "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all."

"No wonder that kid was so freaked out," Dean said. "Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over." Fallon looked over at Dean after he said that. Something in his face made her think that he'd shared the experience. Before she could ask though the three of them got back on the road to go find Andrea and her son.

They finally found Andrea sitting on a bench at the park. "Can we join you?" Sam asked politely stepping into the woman's view.

"I'm here with my son," Andrea said but didn't say no.

"Oh," Dean replied. "Mind if I say hi?" He walked over to where Lucas was coloring without waiting for an answer.

"Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing is not gonna work on me," Andrea said.

"I don't think that's what this is about," Sam said softly.

"No, I don't think so either," Fallon murmured watching Dean talk to the kid. Sam smiled at her and nodded confirming what she suspected about his brother. She wanted to ask what happened, but figured it was too personal to ask right now.

A few minutes later and Dean walked back towards them. "Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me," she said. "Not since his dad's accident."

"Yeah, we heard," Dean replied. "Sorry."

"What are the doctors saying?" Sam asked.

"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress," Andrea told them.

"That's what it looks like to me," Fallon said looking over at Lucas.

"That can't be easy," Sam said comfortingly. "For either of you."

Andrea nodded her head. "We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot," she explained. "It's just… when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw…"

"Kids are strong," Dean said. "You'd be surprised what they can deal with."

"Yeah, kids are more resilient than most adults," Fallon agreed and then smiled shyly at Dean when he glanced over at her. She smiled more brightly when he gave her a small smile back.

"You know, he used to have such life," Andrea sighed watching her son come towards the group. "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…hey sweetie."

Lucas handed a picture to Dean. "Thanks," Dean said. "Thanks, Lucas."

Fallon and Dean were back in the motel room later that day. Sam had gone out to do some research and left the two alone together. Neither had said a word since he'd left them alone. Dean was polishing one of his guns and Fallon was staring blankly out the window. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. "How old were you when you saw her die?" she asked, but he didn't say anything. She pressed further. "I know it's your mom. I overheard you at the diner, I know your dad's missing at the moment."

"You seem to overhear a lot of things," he said coolly not bothering to put down his gun.

Fallon looked over at him. "Yeah, well when no one can see you there aren't a lot of other things you can do," she told him. He didn't reply. She sighed and walked over to sit next to him on the bed. "I'm sorry. I can't imagine how horrible that must have been for you."

Dean looked over at her then and stopped fiddling with his gun. "I was four," he said. "I ran into Sam's nursery when I heard my father screaming. She was pinned to the ceiling, slashed open and on fire. It's the most horrifying thing I've ever seen."

Fallon felt her eyes tear up again. She moved closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn't pull away. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

He shrugged but gripped onto her hand with his own. "It was a long time ago," he said.

"It still makes you sad," she replied softly. "And angry. Her death was caused by the supernatural wasn't it? That's why you hunt monsters."

"Yes," he answered. "That's exactly why I hunt down monsters. So no other innocent person has to lose their life to evil."

Fallon nodded. "I don't blame you for hating me," she said getting up from the bed to walk away from him but he did not release her hand from his grip.

"I don't hate you," he said pulling her gently back down on the bed next to him. "I was out of line earlier. You didn't deserve that. I imagine it must be hard to not remember who you are and not being able to communicate with people. If our situations were reversed I can't say I wouldn't have done the same thing."

"Well, I'm glad our situations aren't reversed," she said. "It's no fun being dead."

"Yeah I imagine not," Dean laughed softly and let go of her hand. He looked like he was about to say something else when the door opened and Sam came into the room.

"So I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie," he announced.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"I just drove past the Carlton house," Sam explained. "There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead."

"What?" Fallon asked shocked.

"He drowned?" Dean inquired.

"Yep," Sam confirmed. "In the sink."

"So whatever this is isn't confined to the lake," Fallon said.

"What the hell?" Dean exclaimed. "So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else."

"Yeah, but what?" Sam asked.

"I don't know," Dean shrugged. "Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water…water that comes from the same source."

"The lake," Sam said.

"Yeah," Dean agreed.

"Which would explain why it's upping the body count," Sam realized. "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."

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere," Dean said seriously and got up off the bed. "This is gonna happen again soon."

Fallon was thoughtful for a few moments. "Could it be a ghost?" she asked. "You keep telling me that ghosts can be vengeful. Whatever this is definitely has a vendetta."

"It's possible," Sam said. "And we do know one thing for sure. We know this HAS got something to do with Bill Carlton."

"Yeah, it took both his kids," Dean agreed.

"And I've been asking around," Sam added. "Lucas's dad. Chris…Bill Carlton's godson."

"So this thing is targeting his family," Fallon said slowly standing up.

"Let's g pay Mr. Carlton a visit," Dean replied.

The three of them rushed to the lake house and found Bill Carlton sitting on the dock. "Mr. Carlton?" Sam called. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

"We're from the Department…" Dean started.

"I don't care who you're with," Mr. Carlton replied flatly. "I've answered enough questions today."

"Your son said he saw something in that lake," Sam said. "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."

"My children are gone," Mr. Carlton replied. "It's…it's worse that dying. Go away. Please."

"C'mon," Fallon said softly. "He can't tell us anything." Dean and Sam nodded and the three of them headed back up to the Impala.

"What do you think?" Sam asked.

"Aw," Dean sighed. "I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something."

"So now what?" Sam asked. Dean was about to reply when his shoulders grew stiff and he seemed to be staring at something in the distance. Sam looked at him concerned. "What is it?"

"Huh," Dean huffed looking at the Carlton house. "Maybe Bill's not the only ne who knows something." He pulled out the picture Lucas had drawn for him and showed Sam and Fallon.

"He drew a picture of Carlton's house?" Fallon said confused. "Why? What could he possibly know?"

"I guess we'll have to find out," Dean replied and slid into the car. "I say we pay Andrea a visit.

A few minutes later and they were in the upstairs of Andrea's home. "I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea," she said following them towards her son's room.

"I just need to talk to him," Dean pushed. "Just for a few minutes."

"He won't say anything," she argued. "What good's it going to do?"

"Andrea," Sam said, "we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there."

"My husband, the others, they just drowned," Andrea exclaimed. "That's all,"

"If that's what you really believe, then we'll go," Dean said, "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 still looked unsure but finally nodded her head. "Okay," she replied. "But only for a few minutes."

"Thank you," Dean said and walked into the room to speak to Lucas. "Hey, Lucas. Remember me?" Lucas didn't even look up. "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again." Dean watched patiently as Lucas continued to draw. Dean brought out the picture Lucas had made him earlier. "How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me."

Once again there was no response from the Lucas. "You're scared," Dean said. "It's okay. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared too. 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 looked up at Dean and pushed him another drawing. "Thanks, Lucas."

"God, you guys spend a lot of time in the car," Fallon sighed as she slipped back into the back seat.

Sam laughed. "You get used to it," he said. "Besides it's not like you can get cramped."

"No," she admitted. "But it's a frustrating way to travel when you can just pop up anywhere you want."

Sam chuckled again. "Think you could pop up in this house?" he asked.

"I could but what would be the point," she answered. "You two are the only people who can communicate with me and I'd have no way of getting you the directions."

"Guess we'll just have to find it the old fashioned way then," Dean said and then sat thoughtfully for a second. "Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died."

"There are some cases… going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies," Sam replied.

"Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow?" Dean questioned. "I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you got a better lead, please."

"Alright," Sam sighed. "We got another house to find."

"The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone," Dean pointed out.

"It'll be like looking for a needle in a hay stack," Fallon agreed looking distastefully out the window. "I hate the suburbs."

Sam was silent for a moment as he studied the drawing Lucas had given them and then smiled. "See this church?" he pointed out. "I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."

"Oh, College Boy, thinks he's so smart," Dean grumbled.

"Annoying isn't it?" Fallon muttered. "He's right though. That church is probably a land mark for this area. This isn't a city so this could be the only church in this community."

"God, I'm surrounded by nerds," Dean said and Sam and Fallon laughed.

It was silent for a few moments before Sam finally said, "You know, um… what you said about Mom… you never told me that before."

"Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?" Dean groaned.

"Well, that's one way to kill a moment," Fallon sighed, but Dean ignored her. Sam started to reply but then the car stopped. She looked out the window and saw that they'd reached the church. "I guess we're here."

"Looks like it," Dean said getting out of the car. Sam and Fallon followed behind and watched as Dean compared the picture to the surroundings. "That house over there," he said pointing to a yellow house nearby.

"Let's go," Sam said and they walked up to the house and knocked on the door. An elderly woman answered it. "Hello," she said. "Can I help you?"

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

"No sir," the woman responded. "Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now. The police never…never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." Mrs. Sweeney had walked over to a picture of Peter on the mantel piece. Sam pointed out to both Fallon and Dean the toy soldiers placed on a table nearby. They looked like the ones Lucas was playing with. Mrs. Sweeney turned back towards them. "Losing him… you know, it's, it's worse than dying."

Fallon picked her head up at that. That was exactly what Mr. Carlton had said to them at the lake. Dean seemed to be thinking the same thing she was and asked, "Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?"

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up," Mrs. Sweeney replied.

Dean walked over to the picture hanging on a mirror and read the back of one. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy," he read.

"They were in the same class," Fallon said excitedly. "There's a connection between them."

"Thank you for your time, Mrs. Sweeney," Sam said. Mrs. Sweeney just nodded as she led them out.

The three of them got back in the Impala and began to drive. "Okay, this little boy Peter Sweeney vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow," Sam said.

"Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?" Dean muttered.

"And Bill, the people he loves, they're all getting punished," agreed Sam.

"So what if Bill did something to Peter?" Dean suggested.

"I think you're jumping to conclusions," Fallon argued. "Bill was the same age as Peter. He couldn't have done anything to him."

"But what if he did?" Sam pushed. "What if Bill killed him?"

"Peter's spirit would be furious," Dean said. "It'd want revenge. It's possible."

"Improbable if you ask me," Fallon sighed. "Bill was just a kid. Maybe he just knows who did."

"That's possible too," Sam said. "But that's not going to make any difference to Peter's spirit."

"We keep telling you," Dean exclaimed. "Ghosts don't think like humans do. They're vengeful and angry. You may not be dangerous yet, but you will be. You don't think like you did when you were human do you? You don't see the grey areas?"

"I don't know," argued Fallon. "I told you I can't remember my human life… just little pieces here and there. And I don't see the world in black and white."

"That's because you're a newer ghost," Sam explained. "I know you don't want to hear this, Fallon, but Dean's right. One day you won't be any different than Peter Sweeney."

"I won't kill people," Fallon said firmly.

"I hope you're right," Sam said as the Impala came to a stop. They all hopped out of the car and approached the house. "Mr. Carlton?" Sam called and then they all froze as they heard a boat engine. They all rushed towards the lake.

"Hey, check it out," Dean said looking over to the dock. The three of them started running towards it as they saw Bill Carlton heading out on the lake in a speed boat. "Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!"

"Mr. Carlton!" Sam hollered but the man didn't pay attention to them. They all watched in horror as his speed boat rose out of the water and flipped. Bill Carlton did not resurface.

Awhile later they were walking into the police station with the sheriff. "Sam, Dean," Andrea greeted them. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"So now you're on a first-name basis," the Sheriff said gruffly. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought you dinner," Andrea explained.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time," the Sheriff replied.

"I heard about Bill Carlton," Andrea said. "Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?"

"Right now we don't know what the truth is," her father replied. "But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home." Suddenly Lucas started to panic and latched himself onto Dean's arm.

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

"Lucas," Andrea said trying to pry him off.

"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay," Dean assured him. "Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." Andrea managed to pull her son away and led him out of the station. Fallon noticed that he didn't look away from Dean once.

"Okay," the Sheriff said pulling Fallon's attention back into focus, "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?"

"Yeah, that about sums it up," Dean replied quickly.

"And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake?" the Sheriff asked. "And what you're describing is impossible? And you're not really Wildlife Service?" Dean and Sam looked startled. "That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you two."

"See, now, we can explain that," Dean started to say but the Sheriff shook his head.

"Enough," he said. "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 rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again."

"Door number two sounds good," Sam said quickly.

"That's the one I'd pick," the Sheriff hissed and dismissed them. The three of them left the station and headed back to the motel to get their belongings.

"Now what?" Fallon asked.

"Nothing," Sam said. "We leave."

"But what about Peter?" Fallon asked.

"We can't always help everyone, Fallon," Sam said.

"It's been nice working with you," Dean said suddenly snapping shut his suitcase.

Fallon looked over at him and felt her heart sink. Since their case was over she'd have to make good on her deal and let them go without her. She had hoped when they'd made the deal though, that by the time the case was finished they'd want her to stay. It looks like she'd been wrong. Although Sam was staring disapprovingly at his brother he wasn't sticking up for her either. Finally she nodded. "Yeah, you too," she said.

"Do you know where you'll go?" Sam asked.

"Out of the suburbs," she tried to laugh but could only grimace. "Maybe I'll find some deserted building to haunt."

"Fallon," Sam said softly.

"I gotta go," Fallon said quickly. "Maybe I'll see you around." She quickly popped out of the motel, but she didn't go to any city. Instead she headed towards the lake. She didn't feel like this case was over. She stared out at the water. "What do you want Peter?" she asked.

"Revenge," a voice hissed in her ear. She jumped and walked closer to the lake. She couldn't have just heard that could she? She walked out on the dock and leaned over peering into the murky water. A ghastly face appeared where her reflection should be and she quickly held back a scream. "Revenge," the voice said again.

Fallon took a few deep breaths. "I don't understand," she told him. "You killed Bill Carlton and his family. Why are you still here, you got your revenge."

"More," Peter said and then his face disappeared back into the water. Fallon sat back on her heels and tried to calm down. What did he mean more? Who was left to take? He'd killed Bill, his son and daughter…even his godson, Christopher Barr. Her head lifted up at that thought. It suddenly struck her as odd that Peter would bother targeting Carlton's godson. There's a possibility that the two weren't related by blood. Fallon puzzled over this new information for a moment with growing dread. She couldn't shake the feeling that Bill Carlton wasn't the only one connected to Peter's disappearance. Peter was going to target the Barr family too. Without waiting another second she quickly popped into the Barr house. She'd watch the family and make sure nothing happened to Andrea or Lucas. She just wished there was some way for her to contact Dean and Sam.

Later that night she watched as Andrea was getting ready to take a bath. Yeah it was a total invasion of privacy, but she couldn't leave her alone knowing that Peter might try and kill her. She watched as Andrea slipped into the water. Fallon didn't take her eyes off the faucet and stiffened when the water became as murky as the lake. "Andrea?" she said desperate to make her listen. "You need to get out of the tub. You need to get out, Andrea. Open your eyes!" She was surprised when Andrea actually did. The woman blinked in surprise and then screamed as she got pulled under. "Andrea!"

Fallon hurried over to the tub and tried to pull Andrea out but her hands kept going right through her. "Dammit!" she hissed and then turned her head when she heard frantic pounding on the door. "Go get help, Lucas!" she shouted still trying to pull Andrea out but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't touch her.

Suddenly she heard someone knocking down the door and turned her head to seem Sam burst in. "Oh thank God," she sighed. "I can't get a hold of her." Sam nodded and quickly reached into the tub and struggled to pull Andrea out. After a few tense moments Sam fell back with Andrea in his arms, both breathing heavily. Fallon sighed in relief and slid down to the floor before looking up at Dean. "Hey," she said smiling slightly.

A few minutes later she and Dean were out in the back while Sam took care of Andrea and Lucas. "What are you doing here?" Dean asked sounding slightly angry.

Fallon frowned and stared back coolly. "Helping," she replied.

"Yeah, but… how did you know to be here?" Dean asked.

"I went back to the lake when I left you," she explained. "I saw him, Dean. I saw Peter. His reflection… talked to me. He said he still wanted revenge and then I got to thinking about the people he's killed. We thought Christopher Barr was connected to Bill because he was his godson, but that doesn't seem right to me now. I think Peter went after him for another reason."

"But how?" Dean questioned rubbing his head.

"I think he's connected through someone else," Fallon replied. "I think someone else is involved with Peter's disappearance I just don't know who."

"I guess we'll have to look for a new lead," Dean sighed.

"I guess so," Fallon agreed. "C'mon, let's go see what Andrea can tell us."

They went back inside where they found Andrea with Sam. She still looked upset but she was now in dry clothes. "Can you tell me?" Sam questioned her.

"No," Andrea said shaking her head. The poor woman looked close to tears. "It doesn't make any sense. I'm going crazy."

"No, you're not," Sam said. "Tell me what happened. Everything."

"I heard," Andrea started and then stopped to take a breath. "I thought I heard… there was this voice."

"What did it say?" Sam asked.

"It said, it said 'come play with me,'" Andrea sobbed. "What's happening?"

Dean suddenly looked up from the yearbook he was searching through. "Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?" he asked showing Andrea the yearbook.

"What?" Andrea puzzled skimming through the pictures. "Um, um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures."

Dean looked back at the yearbook and saw a picture of the Sheriff standing next to Peter. He looked over at Fallon and nodded at her. "You should get something to eat," Sam said kindly to Andrea. "It'll make you feel better."

"You're right," Andrea said and got up and went to the kitchen.

Dean walked over to Sam. "Chris Barr's drowning," he said. "The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff."

"Bill AND the sheriff…they were both involved with Peter," Sam said looking back and forth between Fallon and Dean.

"What about Chris?" Andrea asked coming back into the room. "My dad… what are you talking about?"

Suddenly Dean noticed Lucas at the window. "Lucas?" he asked. "Lucas what is it?" The kid got up and walked outside.

"Lucas, honey?" Andrea called after him as they all followed him outside.

Lucas stopped and glanced up at Dean. Dean nodded and said to Andrea, "You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?"

Andrea grabbed Lucas and hurried back to the house. Fallon watched as Dean and Sam undug a red bike.

"Peter's bike," Sam said dryly.

"Who are you?" a voice asked and they all looked up to see the sheriff pointing a gun at them.

"Put the gun down, Jake," Sam ordered as both he and Dean dropped their shovels.

"How did you know that was there?" Jake asked angrily.

"What happened?" Dean asked. "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."

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," Jake replied. Fallon felt a flash of anger surge through her.

"He knows exactly what you're talking about, Dean. I can feel it. Keep pushing him," she ordered.

Dean nodded his head at her. "You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago," Dean said. "That's what the hell I'm talking about."

"Dad!" Andrea called running over to them.

"And now you got one seriously pissed off spirit," Dean continued ignoring Andrea.

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love," Sam said. "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, and how do you know that?" Jake hissed.

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton," Sam told him.

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

"I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us," Dean replied angrily. "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?" questioned Andrea.

"No," her father replied. "Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous."

"Something tried to drown me," Andrea told him. "Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me. Tell me you…you didn't kill anyone." Jake turned his head away. Admittance if Fallon had ever saw it. "Oh my God."

"Billy and I were at the lake," Jake explained. "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. 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."

"All right, listen to me, all of you," Dean stepped in. "We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now."

Suddenly Andrea gasped and they all turned to see Lucas heading down to the lake. "Lucas!" Jake shouted.

"Peter's calling him to the lake," Fallon said running down towards the dock.

"Lucas!" Dean hollered.

"Lucas! Baby, stay where you are!" Andrea called but then Lucas got pulled into the water. Sam and Dean dived in after him. "Oh my God!"

"Andrea, stay there!" Sam ordered surfacing.

"No! Lucas!" Andrea cried.

"We'll get him! Just stay on the dock!" Sam cried before diving under again.

"They'll find him," Fallon tried to tell Andrea. "Don't worry." Andrea couldn't hear her but they both watched as Dean and Sam popped back up.

"Sam?" called Dean. Sam shook his head and they both went under again.

"Lucas, where are you?" Andrea yelled. Fallon looked around the surface of the lake and then froze when she saw the sheriff wading into the lake.

"Peter, if you can hear me," Jake called out. "Please, Peter, I'm sorry. I'm so, I'm so sorry."

"Daddy, no!" Andrea shrieked.

"Jake get out of the water!" Fallon cried.

"Peter," Jake continued to walk out further. "Lucas… he's just a little boy. Please, it's not his fault, it's mine. Please take me."

"Jake, no!" Dean gasped as he came up for air. Fallon watched in horror as surfaced and dragged Jake under.

"Daddy!" Andrea sobbed. "Daddy! No! No!" Sam came back up and shook his head. Fallon felt her heart sink until Dean resurfaced carrying Lucas who looked unharmed. "Thank God!" Andrea cried rushing forward to take Lucas out of Dean's arms. "Thank you! Thank you!"

"Anytime," Dean panted as he and Sam pulled themselves up onto the dock.

"Are you alright?" Fallon asked rushing over to the two of them. They nodded. Fallon smiled and looked over at Andrea and Lucas. Lucas was conscious now and they were both clinging to each other. "Thank God it's over."

The next day and they were ready to hit the road. The car was all packed up they just had to stop for gas. "A deal is a deal," Dean argued tossing his suitcase into the trunk.

"Deals can be broken," Fallon argued.

"Not this one," Dean said slamming down the trunk.

"Oh come on!" Fallon cried. "You never would have solved this case without me. I'm a valuable asset."

"Oh really?" Dean said. "Then how come you just stood on the dock while Sam and I practically drowned trying to save Lucas."

"You know I'm transparent to everyone but you two," Fallon said. "I couldn't have helped him."

"C'mon Dean," Sam called coming in on Fallon's behalf. "Let her come. She's right she is helpful. And besides, I think we owe it to her to help her find out what happened to her."

"Please," Fallon begged staring up at Dean.

Dean looked at her and shook his head. "Fine," he sighed giving in. "You can come. But the second you become a problem I will not hesitate in dispatching you."

"Way to make a girl feel welcomed," Fallon muttered but smiled and danced a small victory dance.

"Sam, Dean," Andrea called over to them. She and Lucas were heading their way.

"Hey," Dean greeted them.

"We're glad we caught you," Andrea said. "We just, um, we made you lunch for the road. Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."

"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas asked eagerly.

"Of course," Andrea replied.

"Come on, Lucas," Dean said. "Let's load this into the car."

"How you holding up?" Sam asked.

Andrea smiled weakly. "It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?" she sighed.

"Andrea, I'm sorry," Sam told her.

"You saved my son," Andrea replied simply. "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."

"It'll get better," Fallon said and then walked over to Dean who was talking to Lucas.

"All right," Dean said, "if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time."

"Zeppelin rules!" Lucas said.

"That's right. Up high," Dean replied.

"Oh God, you're corrupting him," Fallon muttered and Dean actually smiled up at her.

"You take care of your mom, okay?" he said turning back to Lucas.

"All right," Lucas agreed.

"Thank you," Andrea said and then kissed Dean. Fallon frowned as a little twinge of jealously passed over her.

Dean smiled and then shuffled towards the driver side. "Sam, move your ass," he ordered. "We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road."

They all got in the car and started to drive away. Fallon sighed and leaned back in the seat before noticing a sack between the driver and passenger seat. Curious, she leaned forward and peered inside and saw a huge collection of cassette tapes, all classic rock. "Wow," she said flatly. "You complain about me being a ghost…I think someone's music collection has come back to haunt you."

Sam burst out laughing. "I love this girl," he laughed. "She is definitely staying." And he and Fallon laughed even harder at the look on Dean's face.

"This music's classic," Dean said but was ignored. He huffed as they drove away from this case.