A/N: I don't know what the school system is like in a America as I'm from the UK so it'll be the UK system. Ages 6 months to 4 years old is nursery. Then it's reception at age five. Then Primary School is years 1-6 (ages 6-11). Then High School is years 7-11 or 12 in some schools (ages 11-16/17).
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Chapter Six, Dead in the Water

November 25th - 30th 2005

Dean smiled as his precious daughter gave him another shot, the third one. They'd been having a tea party when he coughed and Amélie decided she'd be a doctor and make him all better.
"Thank you baby. I'm all better now." Dean said, smiling at his daughter.
"No. One more Daddy." Amélie argued, just as Sam walked back into the apartment to see his brother having a doctor tea party by the looks of it.
"What's going on?" He asked confusedly, a newspaper held in his hands.
"Daddy's sick. I made him better." Amélie said proudly, sitting back at the table and drinking her imaginary tea.

"You did, thank you, baby. I mean Dr Amélie Winchester." Dean said, beaming when Amélie giggled.
"Daddy, two pwincesses pease?" She asked excitedly, giggling a little.
"Dean, I need to show you something." Sam interrupted. "Why don't you go play in your room, Amélie."
"No Sam. You don't get to tell my daughter where to play. And second we will talk about whatever it is when Amélie has her nap. Not before." Dean said coldly.
"Fine." Sam huffed, jealousy coursing through him as he watched them.
"Of course baby." Dean said to his confused daughter, putting the wig and crown back on his head, making Amélie beam at him. "Come on Sam. You said you wanted to get along with Amie, but so far you've played with her once and for ten minutes." Dean said firmly, glaring at his brother.

"Fine." Sam sighed, accepting the red wig that had a crown attached, but acting very put upon as he followed Dean's lead. Amélie smiled and giggled at her Daddy but frowned at her Uncle Sammy. Which Dean noticed.
After they'd had some lunch it was time for Amélie's nap.
"Come on baby." Dean said, holding out his hand which Amélie took without argument. Entering her bedroom Amélie was yawning and rubbing her eyes, Dean smiled softly at her as he tucked her into bed with Coco.
"Sleep well my Witchy Princess. I love you." Dean whispered, kissing her forehead.
"Love you Daddy." Amélie mumbled sleepily.
Smiling softly at her, Dean switched on her nightlight and gently closed the door.

He'd barely made it back into the living room before Sam jumped on him before Dean could have it out with Sam himself.
"Here, take a look at this." Sam said, handing Dean a newspaper with a circled article about a teenager. "Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week, Sophie Carlton, 18. Walked into the lake and didn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water. Nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the bodies were found either. Had a funeral two days ago." Sam explained. Dean looked at the newspaper.
"Funeral?" Dean asked, looking up from the newspaper.
"Yeah, it's weird. They buried an empty coffin." Sam said.
"Maybe, for closure." Dean suggested, shrugging his shoulders, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them." Sam said hotly.
"Keep your voice down." Dean hissed. "And is there something you want to say to me?" Dean insisted.
"The trail for Dad is getting colder everyday." Sam said, agitated.
"Exactly. So, what are we supposed to do?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. Something. Anything. Instead we're here, with you playing Princesses, playing baby with her doll and having tea parties." Sam argued.
"You know what, I'm sick of this attitude!" Dean snapped.

"I told you could leave if you wanted! But do you really think I'm going to deprive my daughter of Thanksgiving with her grandparents? With me? No I don't think so! Do you not think I want to find him as much as you? And I saw how you acted while playing with Amélie! You acted like it was such a hardship! Well news flash! I play princesses because I'm all she's got and it makes her happy. That's all I care about. Not hunting! Not Dad, especially after what he said about my wife and daughter! I care about Amélie's health and well-being!" Dean snapped in a heated whisper. Trying to keep his voice down so he doesn't wake Amélie. Before Sam could say anything Dean's phone started ringing, it was Bobby.

"Hey Bobby." Dean greeted, his voice still tight with anger.
"Hey Dean. Sorry I couldn't make Thanksgiving yesterday. Rufus and I were up to our necks in Ghoul." Bobby said annoyed, while someone, likely Rufus, mumbled in the background. "Oh, shut it you, moron!" Bobby snapped to Rufus. "Anyway, what's wrong, why do you sound so angry?"
"I'll put you on speaker." Dean answered instead, nodding to Sam with a glare.
"Hiya Bobby." Sam greeted hesitantly.
"That would explain it. What the hell did you do this time, Sam?" Bobby asked, annoyed. "I don't know what you did, but do you really think behaving the way you are is going to get Dean and Amélie to trust you? You idjit!

You're a stranger to her, boy! You really think she's gonna warm up to ya with the way you've been? You've missed three birthdays, two easters, three Halloween's... you get my point! Stop acting like John before I come over there and shoot you myself! You weren't there when you were really needed and that breaks trust! Now buck up you idjit!" Bobby shouted down the phone beside himself with anger. "I'm sorry for your loss." He said more calmly to Sam, before he turned to Dean. "Where's my little pumpkin?"

"She's having a nap at the moment." Dean said apologetically. "So, what happened in the case?" Dean asked, talking with Bobby and sometimes Rufus when he pitched in until Amélie woke up so they could talk to her. While Sam sat quietly mulling over his berating from Bobby. There's only one time he's seen Bobby that angry and that was at his own father.
Was he really acting like John Winchester. II?

"Daddy." Amélie called sleepily, an hour later as she padded into the living room Coco in one hand while the other rubbed her eyes.
"Hi baby." Dean said, picking her up and kissing all over her face making her giggle. "Did you have a good sleep, baby?" Amélie nodded snuggling into her Dad. "There's someone on the phone for you."
"Hi Pumpkin." Bobby said, both he and Rufus laughing when Amélie squealed excitedly.
"Grandpa Bobby!" Amélie said happily, her little face lighting up.
"I'm here too." Rufus added.

"Unca Wufus!" Amélie squealed again. Dean beamed happily as Amélie babbled happily away to them.
"I miss you." Amélie said, making Dean's heart clench.
"We miss you too. But it's Christmas soon so we'll see you then, pumpkin." Bobby assured, his own heart clenching. He missed that sweet little girl.

***

Two hours later, they were packed up and saying their goodbyes to Claudette and Charles while Dean swore they'd be back for Christmas.
"There's no way she's not having a Christmas. I promised you we'd be back during every birthday and holiday, if not before." Dean said strongly, strapping Amélie into the Impala after she said her goodbyes.
"We know Dean. We'll see you soon." Claudette said, pulling Dean in for a hug which he returned.
"If you need any more sachets give us a call and be careful." Charles said firmly, clapping Dean on the back.
"I promise." Dean swore.
After Sam got another stern talking to by Claudette and Charles they were on the road with Charles and Claudette waving to them until they were out of sight.

***

Lake Manitoc, Carlton Residence.

The Impala pulled to a stop in front of a wooden house near the lake. The brothers got out of the car with Amélie held on Dean's hip. As they walked past the lake Amélie shivered as she heard a cold voice come from it.
'Come play with me.'
Amélie whimpered and buried her head into her Daddy's neck.
"What's the matter baby?" Dean asked concerned, looking around them to see what had spooked his baby girl so badly. Amélie just snuggled as close as she could to Dean and pointed her hand to the lake.

Dean frowned as he looked at the lake wondering what Amélie had sensed coming from the lake with her magic. Well, whatever it was; it was not getting his light. He will keep his daughter away from it at all costs.
"Come on Dean!" Sam shouted, he was standing by the door of the house waiting on Dean so he could knock. Casting another cursory look around him specifically at the lake; Dean walked up to the door as Sam knocked.
"Don't worry baby. I don't let anything get you." Dean promised, kissing Amélie's head as the door was opened by a short man in his mid twenties.
"Will Carlton?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, that's right." Will nodded.
"I'm Agent Ford." Dean introduced himself. He motioned to Sam. "This is Agent Hamill. We're with the U.S wildlife service." He explained, while showing his badge.
"And the kid?" Will asked, motioned towards Amélie.
"It's bring your kid to work day." Dean explained, as Amélie smiled shyly at Will, her face still half buried in Dean's neck. Will took them near the lake where an older man was sitting on the dock looking out into the water. Amélie looked at the lake with wide eyes, she didn't want to go near it. Dean rubbed her back soothingly.
"She was about 100 yards out, that's where she got dragged down." Will explained, while looking at the lake.

"You sure she didn't just drown?" Dean asked carefully. Will looked at the lake before looking back at them.
"Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer, she practically grew up in that lake. She was safe out there as if she was in her own bathtub." He told them.
"So, no splashing, no signs of distress?" Sam questioned.
"No. That's what I'm telling you." Will said, agitated.
"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe... some big shape coming up to the surface?" Sam asked again.
"She was really far out." Will replied, as he crossed his arms.

"Have you seen any strange prints on the shoreline?" Dean asked, pulling Amélie higher up on his hip.
"No I haven't. Why? What do you think's out there?" Will pondered in concern.
"We'll let you know as soon as we do." Dean told him, as he and Amélie made their way back to the car, who was not taking her eyes off the lake.
"Don't go near the lake okay." Dean said sternly, wanting to be sure she'd be safe.
"Otay." Amélie said, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and holding Coco tightly. 
"What about your father?" Sam asked , still standing in front of Will.

Dean turned back to him as they looked at Will's father by the dock. Dean felt sorry for the man, as he held his own daughter closer as if he could protect her from everything by that one act.
"Can we talk to him?" Sam asked again. Will looked at his father then turned back to Sam.
"Look, if you don't mind. He didn't see anything and he has been through a lot." Will explained.
"We understand." Dean assured, and walked back to the car. As Amélie was being strapped in she heard the voice again.
'Come play with me.'

***

Police station.

"No, I'm sorry. But why does the wildlife service care about accidental drowning?" asked the Sheriff, as he let the brothers walk in. Amélie was holding Dean's hand as they followed the man into his office.
"Are you sure it was accidental?" Sam asked, as he was behind the Sheriff. "Will Carlton said he saw something drag his sister down." Sam explained. A weird emotion flickered across the Sherif's face as he turned back to face them.
"Like what?" He asked, as they entered his office. "Please sit." He said, as he motioned to the chairs. Sam and Dean sat down in the chairs, the latter with his daughter perched on his lap, Dean halting the conversation while he got the iPad out so Amélie could be distracted by her Disney films. Once Tangled was playing he turned back to the others.

"Sorry I don't want her to hear this. She's three." Dean apologised, motioning to the Sheriff to continue.
"There's nothing in that lake and there's nothing big enough to drag a person down. Unless it was the Loch Ness monster." He finished sarcastically.
"Yeah. Right." Dean said with a chuckle. Sam and Dean exchanged a look before turning back to the Sheriff.
"Will Carlton was traumatised, sometimes that can play tricks on the mind. Still we dragged that entire lake, even ran a sonar sweep. There was nothing down there." He explained, as he sat down in his chair.
"That's weird though." Dean said, confused. "That's the third missing body this year." He continued.

"I know. These are people from this town. These are the people I care about." The Sheriff told them.
"Oh, I know." Dean said sympathetically.   "Anyways. All this won't be a problem much longer." He told them with a sigh, while leaning back into his chair.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked, tilting his head.
"Well, the dam of course." He stated, Dean leaned back in his seat.
"Of course. The dam has sprung a leak." Dean said, smiling a little as Amélie giggled at something in the film.
"It's falling apart." The Sheriff continued. "The government won't give us the money to repair it, they've opened the spillway. In another six months." He leaned forward. "There won't be much of a lake, there won't be much of a town either. Well, being federals of wildlife, I bet you already knew that." He finished.

"Exactly." Dean admitted. A knock came from the door and everyone looked towards it spotting a lady with brown hair and brown eyes.
"Sorry. Am I interrupting something?" She asked, as the men stood, Dean slower than the others as he got Amélie to pause and turn off the film then slipped the iPad into her rucksack. "I can come back later." She told them.
"Gentleman, sweetheart. This is my daughter." The Sheriff introduced the three.
"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean and this is my daughter Amélie and my brother Sam." He introduced himself. They shook hands.
"Andrea Bar." She replied. "Hi Amélie." Andrea smiled gently but Amélie hid her head in her Daddy's shoulder.

"She's shy." Dean explained, rubbing his daughter's back.
"They're from the wildlife service. About the lake." The Sheriff explained.
"Oh." Andrea replied, as her voice cracked. A little boy, around four years older than Amélie, with shoulder length brown hair, stood behind her and looked down shyly.
"Well, hey there. What's your name?" Sam asked, as Amélie smiled shyly and waved at him. The boy gave no response and just walked away. Amélie sighed sadly and put her hand down. Andrea smiled apologetically before she too turned away and followed the boy.
"His name is Lucas." The Sheriff explained.
"Is he okay ?" Dean questioned.
"My grandson has been through a lot. We all have." The Sheriff told them, as he made his way to the door. "If there is anything else I can help you with, please let me know." He continued.

"Thanks." Dean replied.  He walked out the door with Amélie now holding his hand and Sam following behind. "Actually, can you point us to a reasonably priced motel?"
"Lakefront motel, around the corner and two blocks up." Andrea explained.
"Thanks." Dean said gratefully. He bid goodbye to the three, and left the police station talking rapidly with Amélie and leaving Sam to follow along behind them.

***

In the motel room, Sam was doing research on his laptop, Dean was watching the rest of Tangled with Amélie as she snuggled into him with Coco.
"There's been three drownings this year." Sam stated, still looking at the laptop.
"Before that?" Dean asked, absently, only half listening.
"Uh... yeah. Six more, spread over the past 35 years. Those bodies were never recovered." Sam explained, as he looked at the information. "If there's anything out there. It's picking up its pace." Sam pointed out.

"So, we've got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean questioned.
"The whole lake monster theory bugs me."Sam said. Dean gave Amélie some water before putting it in her cup and having her drink it, and went to stand behind Sam.
"Why?" Dean asked. Sam shook his head.
"Lochness. Lake Manitoc, there are a hundred eyewitness accounts. Down to almost nothing. Whatever's out there, no one is living to talk about." Sam explained.
"Wait." Dean paused. "Bar." Dean pointed towards the screen. "Christopher Bar, where have I heard that name before?" Dean asked.

"Christopher Bar, victim in May." Sam said, as he clicked on the name and it opened to an article with a picture showing Lucas wrapped in a blanket. "Christopher Bar 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." Sam finished explaining.  "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all." Sam said, as he scratched his head.
"No wonder that kids so freaked out." Dean stated. "Watching one of your parents die, that's something you can't get over." He confessed. "But there is definitely something wrong with that lake, Amélie freaked out when we went near it. I think she sensed something with her magic." Sam looked at his brother dubiously but said nothing as he was already on thin ice with Dean.

"Well, it looks like we are going to the park." Sam said, getting up from his chair. Dean walked over to Amélie who was sitting on the bed drinking her water and playing with Coco while they watched the film.
"Come on sweetheart we're going to the park." Dean told her. Amélie immediately looked up and jumped off the bed, grabbing Coco. She ran to put on her shoes, eager to go to the park. Sam and Dean watched her with amused expressions. Amélie finished putting her shoes on and stood at the door with a wide smile, not noticing her shoes were on the wrong feet.
"Let's go to park." She cheered, jumping up and down. Dean chuckled at his precious little girl and walked over to pick her up.

"Well, first we may need to put your shoes on the right feet." Dean said, gently bobbing her on the nose and sitting her on the bed, before taking her shoes off and putting them back on the right way. "All done." Amélie jumped back off the bed, grabbing Dean's hand and jumping up and down excitedly.
"Daddy come on." Amélie said, making Dean chuckle as he scooped her up and held her above his head making aeroplane noises while Amélie screeched with laughter.

***

At the local park, kids were running around and Andrea was sitting on a bench watching Lucas who was drawing on a small table, surrounded by army men and paper. Amélie was skipping by Dean's side holding his hand as the Winchesters walked. Hopping from one foot to the other as she jumped over the cracks giggling, especially when Dean joined in.
"Can I join in, Amie?" Sam asked.
"Yeah yeah." Amélie said sassily, giving him a look identical to Dean's.
"You brought it on yourself, Sammy." Dean said, shrugging his shoulders and not even bothering to tell her off. "She saw how you acted at home when she asked you to play. Come on my Princess." Dean said to Amélie, fed up with the same conversation with Sam.

"Can we join you?" Sam asked, as they reached the bench. Andrea turned to face them and smiled politely.
"I'm here with my son." She replied. Sam and Dean turned their heads to look where Lucas was drawing.
"Mind if we say hi?" Dean asked, but didn't wait for a response as he walked towards Lucas with Amélie. "How's it going?" Dean asked, as he crouched down in front of Lucas.
"Hi Lucas." Amélie smiled. Lucas didn't respond and just carried on drawing. Dean reached over the table and picked up one of the army men.

"Oh, I used to love these things." Dean stated. He made a machine gun noise in Amélie's face which made the girl giggle.
"Silly Daddy." Amélie giggled.
Dean smiled at the sound of her giggle and put the little man down. Lucas didn't react and was still drawing.
"So crayons are more your thing?" Dean questioned, but got no response. "That's cool, chicks dig artists." Dean told him. Amélie looked at the drawings Lucas made and Dean followed her gaze. He picked up a picture of a black swirl and a red bicycle. "These are pretty good." Dean complimented. "Do you mind if Amélie and I join you?" Dean asked him. He didn't get a response so he picked up a crayon and a piece of paper and gave it to Amélie who sat down opposite Lucas. She started drawing with her tongue sticking out on the side. 

'Just like her mother.' Dean thought sadly, kissing her forehead before he too grabbed a crayon and a piece of paper.
"I'm not bad myself." He told him, as he started drawing. "You know, I'm thinking you can hear me. You just don't wanna talk. I don't know what exactly happened to your dad, but I know it was something really bad." Dean glanced at him. "I think I know how you feel. When I was your age, I saw something ...." he trailed off, and he stopped drawing. "Anyway. Maybe you don't think anyone would listen to you, or believe you. I want you to know that I will and I'm sure Amélie will too." Dean told him, as he looked at the children who were busy colouring.

"You don't even need to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw that day. With your dad. On the lake." Dean suggested. "No problem. Here I drew this for you." Dean showed him the picture he drew of eight stick figures. "This is my family. That's my Dad." He pointed to a stick figure. "That's my M-Mum." He pointed to the second one. "That's my geek brother." He pointed to the third one. "That's my adorable daughter and that's my w -wife, Amélie's Mum." He pointed to the fourth and fifth ones before he pointed out the rest. "That's me and these are Amélie's grandparents from her Mum's side." He finished explaining. Lucas didn't acknowledge him and Dean took the hint. "All right, so I'm a sucky artist. Not like Amélie and her mother." Dean said, setting down his crayon.

"See ya around Lucas." Dean said goodbye, as he got up placing his drawing on the bench. Dean turned to Amélie and saw his beloved daughter was engaged in her drawing. He didn't want to bother but he didn't want to leave her alone either. After deliberating for a moment he leant down and kissed the top of her head.
"I'll be right over there when you finish your drawing, okay Princess?" He asked, only to receive a nod from the little girl. Dean stood up straight and walked back over to Sam and Andrea. When Dean left, Lucas picked up the drawing and looked at it. He looked at Amélie before going back to finishing his drawing.
"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his Dad's accident." Andrea explained, as Dean walked up to them.  

"We heard. Sorry." Dean responded sympathetically.
"What are the doctors saying?" Sam asked.
"That it's some post traumatic stress." Andrea replied.
"That can't be easy. For either of you ." Dean shook his head.
"We moved in with my Dad, he helps out a lot." She told them. Andrea looked at Dean before looking at her son. "It's just, when I think about what Lucas went through. What he saw." She admitted. There was a pause.
"Kids are strong. You'll be surprised what they can deal with. Even if we wish they didn't have to." Dean stated.

At the bench Lucas stood up and held his hand out for Amélie. Amélie looked at his hand unsurely before she grabbed it and allowed him to help her up. They both grabbed their pictures, Amélie also grabbing Coco, and started walking back towards the adults.
"You know, he used to have such a life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth." Andrea explained, with a sad smile. "Now he just sits there drawing and with his army men." She stopped, as Lucas came next to them, still holding Amélie's hand. "Hey sweetie." She said, as she looked down at Lucas. Lucas stared at the ground and held his picture up to Dean.   "Thanks. Thanks Lucas." Dean said, as he took the picture of a house. Lucas dropped Amélie's hand and turned around and walked back to the bench they'd been drawing at.

The adults exchanged looks. Amélie waved and Lucas waved back and the adults all looked at her shocked.
"You ready to go, Amélie?" Dean asked.  Amélie nodded her head.
"I draw picture for you Daddy, you too Sammy." Amélie smiled, and handed her Dad and Uncle the drawings. Dean picked her up and took the picture.
"Aww, thank you, baby." Dean told her. Amélie smiled happily, kissing her Dad's cheek.
"Thanks Pumpkin." Sam told her, with a smile as he looked at the picture of a flower.
"We'll see you around." Dean told Andrea, who was watching the moment with a small smile. Amélie waved as they started walking away, Andrea smiling and waved back.

"Can we pweaseeee get ice cream Daddy?" Amélie begged, hanging off of Dean's neck.
"I'm not sure you need anymore sugar." Sam said Dean and Amélie gave him matching glares making him raise his hands in surrender.
"Do you promise to lay down for your nap without arguing?" Dean asked seriously.
"Yep!" Amélie nodded.
"I guess we can get ice cream." Dean agreed.
"Yay!!" Amélie squealed, and her Dad and Uncle laughed along with her.

***

At the motel, it was just Dean and Amélie while Sam went out. As promised, Amélie was taking a nap and Dean was sitting on the bed running his fingers through her hair. He was looking at Amélie's drawing while smiling sadly. It was like the picture she drew a few months ago but this time it only had him, Amélie, a large cat he guessed to be Coco and Simone but she didn't have angel wings this time, she was alive. And they were all standing in front of their house in New Orleans. Tears in his eyes he leaned down and cuddled with his Princess while sending another silent promise to Simone. Just then the door opener and Dean put the drawing away in one of the folders he'd brought for Amélie's drawings and school work while they were on the road.

Sam walked in pausing for a second when he saw the tears on Dean's face before he spoke.
"I think it's safe to say we can rule out nessie." Sam stated, as he closed the door behind him. He walked over to the bed next to Dean's.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked, brushing away his tears and turning to look at him.
"I just drove past the Carlton's. They have an ambulance, Will Carlton is dead." He reported, as he sat down.
"He drowned?" Dean questioned.
"Yep. In the sink." Sam replied casually.   "What the hell? So, you're right this isn't a creature, this is something else." Dean said.
"Yeah but what?" Sam questioned.

"I don't know." Dean said. "Water wraith, maybe?" He suggested. "Some kind of demon? Something that controls water." He paused.  "Water that comes from the same source." He realised.
"The lake." Sam catches on.
"Yeah." Dean agreed.
"Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining and it will be dry in a few months. So whatever this thing is and whatever it wants, it's running out of time." Sam explained.
"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone. Almost anywhere, it's going to happen again soon. Remind me not to let Amélie have a bath tonight by the way. I'm not losing my daughter too." Dean stated, as he got up and walked over to his shoes.

"Yeah good luck with that. She likes having baths especially playing with the bubbles and you. Anyway, we do know one thing, that's for sure. It has something to do with Bill Carlton." Sam said.
"Yeah, it took both of his kids. Poor bloke." Dean responded, while putting on his shoes.
"Well, I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris. Bill Carlton's godson." Sam revealed.
"Well, let's go pay Mr Carlton a visit." Dean stated. He made his way to the bed Amélie was sleeping on and picked her up, not forgetting to grab Coco. She stirred a little but didn't wake up. They made their way out of the room and to the car. Dean put Amélie in her seat before joining Sam in the front and drove to the Carlton's house. 

***

After driving to the Carlton house and striking out with Bill Carlton, Dean decided that they needed to pay Lucas another visit. When they arrived at the front steps of Andrea's house, Dean held a cranky Amélie who was not happy about being woken up, she was like both her parents that way. Dean was now trying to talk Andrea into letting him speak to Lucas.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." Andrea told Dean, who was bouncing Amélie.
"I just need to talk to him." Dean said. "Just for a few minutes."
"He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?" Andrea asked.

"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there." Sam jumped in.
"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all." Andrea shook her head unwilling to believe otherwise.
"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." Dean said. Finally, Andrea led the Winchesters up the stairs and to Lucas's bedroom, Dean handed Amélie over to Sam before approaching Lucas.
"Sammy?" Amélie whispered.
"What is it, Amie?" Sam asked.
"Why don't you wike me?" Amélie asked sadly, shocking all those who heard her, including Dean who paused his conversation with Lucas to look at his daughter concerned.

"Why would you say that?" Sam asked, shocked.
"You don't pway with me wike Daddy does and don't wike too." Amélie explained as best she could.
"Sweetheart," Sam said, crouching down in front of her knowing Dean was listening. "I do like you. I just feel bad because I wasn't there for you and your Daddy when your Mummy went to Heaven. I missed so much I don't know how to make up for it." Sam confessed.
"You say sowwy." Amélie said as if it was obvious, making Sam and Andrea laugh but Dean did not laugh.
"I'm sorry Amie." Sam apologised, the little girl seemed to assess him before she nodded but didn't accept it as Sam thought she would.

And he realised then he's never actually apologised to her before. This will take more work than he thought. Sighing, he tuned back into the conversation Dean was trying to have with Lucas.
"You're scared. It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my Mum, and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my Mum - 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." Dean said, as Sam looked at his brother sadly. Lucas dropped his crayon and looked up at Dean, and handed him 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.

"Thanks, Lucas." Dean said he stood back up and walked back over to his daughter and brother when Amélie heard the voice again.
"Come play with me."
Amélie whimpered as she looked around, frowning when she saw nothing, but her eyes were slowly turning indigo. Amélie turned back around and locked eyes with Lucas, before Dean carried her outside.  

***

The Winchesters are back in the Impala, after stopping to get something to eat and Amélie can't stop thinking about the voice she heard. She wondered if Lucas had heard it and was barely paying attention to what she was watching.
"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean said.
"There are cases— going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." Sam said.
"Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow? Like Amélie with her magic. I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you got a better lead, please." Dean said, looking at his daughter worriedly through the rear view mirror.

"All right, we got another house to find." Sam said.
"The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Dean said, as Sam looked at the picture.
"See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here." He suggested.
"Oh, College Boy thinks he's so smart." Dean teased.
"You know, um..." Sam said, "what you said about Mum, you've never told me that before."
"It's no big deal." Dean dismissed, "oh god we're not going to have to hug or anything are we?"
"But Daddy, you said you loved hugs." Amélie said with a frown.
"Only your hugs baby." Dean smiled and she nodded happily.

***

Sam and Dean approach a white church shaped like the one in Lucas's picture, Dean holding Amélie who insists that she was too worn out to walk. When really Dean knew she was terrified over what was going on and he wanted to keep her close so he didn't complain. Dean held up the picture and looked at it, comparing it to the scene in front of him; there's a yellow house next to the church and a wooden fence near the house. Sam looks at Dean. They both look up at the church and cross the street to the house.
"We're sorry to bother you, ma'am. But does a little boy live here by any chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, and has a red bicycle." Dean asked, before noticing how the woman's face paled.

"No sir. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." Mrs Sweeney said. There's a picture of Peter on the side table. Mrs Sweeney sighs. "The police never— I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." She said soberly. Sam points out to Dean a number of toy soldiers on a table.  "Losing him— you know, it's... it's worse than dying." Mrs Sweeney said. Dean glances at Amélie.
"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Dean asked, adjusting Amélie on his hip.

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." She said, as Dean picks a picture off the mirror. There are two boys in the picture, one Peter with a bicycle. Dean reads from the back of the picture.
'Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy.'
"Take care of that little one, while you've still got her." Mrs Sweeney said, making Dean hold on tighter to Amélie.
"I will." Dean assured her.

***

After talking to Mrs Sweeney and finding that picture of Bill with Peter, the boys decided that they needed to talk to Bill again.
"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 asked.
"And Bill, the people he loves, they're all getting punished." Sam said.
"So what if Bill did something to Peter?" Dean asked.
"What if Bill killed him?" Sam asked.

"Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible." Dean nodded, he then looked back to Amélie who was sitting eating an apple and grape bag in the backseat. "Amélie, I want you to stay in the car when we get there okay?" Dean said firmly.
"Otay Daddy." Amélie nodded, albeit unsurely.

***

The impala pulled up to the Carlton house, after making sure that Amélie would stay in the car Dean and Sam jumped out.
"Mr. Carlton?" Sam said, as they approached the house.
'Come play with me.'
Amélie heard again, she frowned when she looked around and saw nothing before nervously going back to her colouring book of Disney Princesses that her Daddy bought her. The boys heard an engine roar before running outback.

When they get around the side of the house they see Bill going out on the lake in his boat.
"Hey, check it out." Dean pointed out. Sam and Dean run to the end of the dock, yelling.
"Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!" Dean yelled.
"Mr. Carlton!" Sam yelled. Bill ignores them and keeps going. The water rises up and flips Bill's boat over. The boat and he vanish leaving the two brothers standing there gobsmacked while Amélie hears the voice again and again and covers her ears.

***

After what happened back at the Carlton house, the Winchesters were then escorted back to the Police Station.
"Daddy, are we in twouble?" Amélie asked, looking at the police car behind them.
"No baby, everything is fine." Dean said. They pull into the Station, Dean unbuckles Amélie and holds her to his hip and he and Sam follow the Sheriff into the station.
"Sam, Dean, Amélie." Andrea says, as they walk in, Amélie waved at her and Lucas. "I didn't expect to see you here."
"So now you're on a first-name basis. What are you doing here?" Jake asked.
"I brought you dinner." Andrea told him.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time." Jake said.
"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?" Andrea asked.
"Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went home." Jake said, as soon as those words were out of his mouth Lucas looked up and whined, looking stricken; he jumps up and grabs Dean's arm that isn't holding Amélie.
"Lucas, hey, what is it?" Dean asked, as he sat down Amélie so he didn't drop her with Lucas yanking him. "Lucas."
"Lucas." Andrea said. Lucas looked to Amélie as if he was trying to tell her something with his eyes.

"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." Dean said, as Andrea pulls Lucas away from Dean and leads him outside. Lucas doesn't look away from Amélie and the boys notice this. Jake throws down his jacket and goes into his office, the Winchesters follow.
"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?" Jake asked, as Dean glanced at Sam.
"Yeah, that about sums it up." Dean said.

"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 in the Wildlife Service?" Jake said, causing Dean to look surprised. "That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you two."
"See, now, we can explain that." Dean said.
"Enough. Please. The only reason you're breathing free air and your daughter isn't under CPS, is because one of Bill's neighbours 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 and turn the kid into CPS.

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." Jake said, Dean tensed holding onto Amélie tighter.
"Door number two sounds good." Sam said.
"That's the one I'd pick." Jake nodded. Amélie stuck her tongue out at Jake as they walked out of the station.
"I can't believe that she's already reached the sassy phase." Dean told Sam.
"Well, she is your daughter." Sam shrugged, and Dean rolled his eyes.

***

Dean, Amélie, and Sam are in the Impala, waiting at a traffic light. A sign says I-43 North to Milwaukee is to the left. The light turns green. The Impala doesn't move as Dean seems to be lost in thought.
"Green." Sam said.
"What?" Dean asked, confused.
"Light's green." Sam said again, Dean turns right. "Uh, the interstate's the other way." Sam said, confused.
"I know." Dean said.

"But Dean, this job, I think it's over." Sam said.
"I'm not so sure." Dean said.
"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest." Sam said.
"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?" Dean asked.
"But why would you think that?" Sam asked  "Because Lucas was really scared. Amélie, my daughter is really scared." Dean said.
"That's what this is about?" Sam asked. "Amélie, I can understand. But Lucas?"
"A kid is a kid. I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay." Dean said.

Sam wanted to comment but knew it wouldn't be right as he wasn't around. Obviously having Amélie would've softened Dean. What Sam didn't notice was Amélie shaking in the backseat, but Dean did.
'Come play with me.'
"Baby? What's wrong?" Dean asked, attracting Sam's attention.
"It not gone. It not gone." Amélie muttered fearfully. Dean shared a fearful look with Sam wondering why Peter was going after his daughter and Lucas.

*** 

The Winchesters pull up outside the Devins/Barr house, Dean turns around and looks to Amélie.
"Stay here." He told her, before he and Sam jumped out of the car. Amélie watched with a sigh as her Daddy and Uncle approached the house before the door opened and they ran in.  

***

It's the next morning, it turns out that the spirit of Peter Sweeney went after Andrea last night. Now Amélie is sitting in Lucas's room with him colouring in her colouring book. Suddenly, Amélie gets a weird feeling, like her body is moving by itself. She gets up and follows Lucas down the stairs. Lucas and Amélie walk down the stairs and stare out the window.
"Amélie?" Dean asks, as Andrea asks her own child, but neither child responds.  "Amélie, what is it?" Dean asked again, as Lucas opened the door and walked outside Amélie right beside him. Everyone gets up and follows the two.
"Lucas honey?" Andrea says scared.
"Amélie, what is it baby?" Dean asks, scared as well.

"Amie?" Sam asked. The two kids stop and look at the ground before looking up at the adults.
"You take the kids and stay inside." Dean tells Andrea, who grabs both kids' hands before leading them inside. The kids are sitting on the couch staring off into space when Andrea gasps, looking outside seeing Jake pointing a gun at Sam and Dean.
"Lucas, sweetheart, take Amélie and go up to your room. Now. Lock the door, wait for me. Don't come out. Till I or Amelie's Daddy comes to get either of you." Andrea said firmly.
Lucas grabs Amélie's hand and they run off. Amélie and Lucas didn't go up to Lucas's room, instead they walked outside and listened into the conversation.

"Come play with me." Peter told Amélie and Lucas, who both have no choice but to obey. They both follow the voice, not being able to control themselves. Amélie and Lucas walk hand in hand down to the lake.
"Lucas!" Andrea shouted terrified.
"Amélie!" Sam and Dean also shouted terrified. They all run up to the dock. Both kids are leaning over the side, reaching for a toy soldier in the water.
"Come play with me." Peter said.
"Amélie! Princess move away from the water!" Dean yelled.
"Lucas! Baby stay where you are!" Andrea yelled.

Two hands came up and pulled Amélie and Lucas into the water.
"Amélie!" The brothers yelled. They both didn't hesitate to run to the end of the dock and jump in desperate to save both kids, but especially their daughter and niece.  Under the water Amélie and Lucas are trying to escape Peter's grip. It feels like forever and Amélie can see the top of the lake looking more and more far away, and suddenly Peter lets go of both kids. Lucas started floating up still unconscious, Amélie tried to swim up but she had trouble as she's only had a few lessons. Amélie felt herself unable to stay awake and fell unconscious not hearing her Dad and Uncle yelling for her as Sam pulled Lucas up and onto the deck.

"Amélie!" Dean yelled, diving back down while Sam helped Andrea wake up Lucas. Sam stood up looking around the water for his brother and niece, holding his breath with tears in his eyes. Suddenly Dean bursts up through the water Amélie slung over his shoulder.
"Dear god!" Sam said, running towards the two.
"Sammy, I don't know if she's breathing." Dean said, terror and panic raging through him as he handed her to him before pulling himself up.
"Dean, she's not breathing." Sam said, with watery eyes.

"No, no!" Dean said, as he rolled her small cold body over and started chest compressions. "Come on baby. I already lost your mother, I'm not losing you too!" Dean gave her a breath of air before continuing compressions. Sam looked away wiping the tears off his cheeks, before he heard a gasp making him spin around.
"Oh thank God." Sam sighed with relief.
"Okay baby, keep coughing, come on." Dean said, rolling Amélie on her side as Sam rubbed her shoulder.
"You're okay." Sam said, as Amélie stopped coughing and took a deep breath before laying back against Dean in exhaustion before she burst into tears.
"You're okay, you're okay." Dean said, not sure who he was reassuring as he wrapped her in his jacket and rocked her back and forth. 

***

After making sure both kids were okay Dean and Sam drove back to the motel.
"I'm going to give her a warm bath, so she doesn't catch a cold." Dean said.
"Okay, I'll run to the pharmacy and get some medicine just in case." Sam said, and Dean nodded thankfully as he walked into the bathroom with a sleeping Amélie.
"Amélie, wake up baby." Dean gently shook her and kissed her forehead until she woke up.
"Daddy?" Amélie asked, Coco tightly clutched in her hands, she'd thankfully left it in Lucas's room.
"Hey baby, how are you feeling?" Dean asked.

"Icky." She said frowning.
"I'm sorry, Princess. How about we take a nice warm bath, okay, Sammy went to get you some medicine." Dean said.
"Otay Daddy." Amélie nodded, "can Coco come too?" Dean, not being able to tell her no, nodded his head before undressing Amélie and wrapping her in a towel before turning on the water. After making sure the water wasn't too hot he put some of her favourite strawberry body wash into the water and made lots of bubbles before gently sitting Amélie into the bath.
"I'm going to wash your hair, close your eyes, Princess." Dean said, before taking the coffee cup and running it under the tap before pouring it on her head.

After getting her clean and drying her off, Dean brought Amélie back out into the bedroom wrapped in her towel and sat her down on the bed.
"What pyjamas do you want today, sweetheart?" Dean asked.
"Can I pwease wear pwincess ones?" Amélie asked, and Dean smiled before pulling out her thick Princess pyjamas, Princess slippers and her dressing gown.
"Let's get you into bed, we'll wait for Sammy to get back with your medicine before we hit the road okay?"

"Otay." Amélie said Dean helped her under the covers before turning away. "Daddy, lay with me pwease."
"Sure baby." Dean said, sliding under the covers, Amélie rolled to lay on top of her Daddy hugging his neck. Dean smiled and kissed her forehead, rubbing her back, lulling her to sleep. He'd never say no to cuddles with his Witchy Princess. Sam came through the door and smiled at the sight in front of him. Dean was stretched out on the bed with Amélie laying on top of him, her arms around his neck Coco in the corner of Dean's neck. Chuckling to himself, Sam pulled out his phone and took a picture, knowing Dean would thank him for it. He loved taking pictures with Amélie, before placing the medicine down on the table and taking a nap himself.

***

The next morning Amélie had a slight cold and took the nasty medicine. After they had finished loading up the Impala, Andrea and Lucas came to say thank you and goodbye to them, bringing with them a tray of ham and cheese sandwiches. After hugging Sam, Dean and Amélie, Andrea thanked the elder Winchesters once more and waved goodbye with her son as they drove off. Dean in the back with Amélie after fearing he was going to lose her he needed the reassurance of holding her tiny hand and it looked like she needed it too.