Dead In The Water Supernatural
Aired on Tuesday, September 27, 2005, on The CW
Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin - A pretty blond girl kisses her father. "All these workouts--guys don't like buff girls," teases her brother, who is sitting on the kitchen counter, slurping the last of his cereal. "Girls don't like guys who still live at home," she shoots back, and apparently scores, because his only retort is a lame, "Ha ha ha." "Be careful," warns her father. "I will," she promises, and leaves.
However, her scenes are far too reminiscent of JAWS as she swims in the lake... read more Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin - A pretty blond girl kisses her father. "All these workouts--guys don't like buff girls," teases her brother, who is sitting on the kitchen counter, slurping the last of his cereal. "Girls don't like guys who still live at home," she shoots back, and apparently scores, because his only retort is a lame, "Ha ha ha." "Be careful," warns her father. "I will," she promises, and leaves.
However, her scenes are far too reminiscent of JAWS as she swims in the lake; something is watching her from below as she kicks with the surety of an experienced swimmer. Within moments, she is pulled down into the murky depths, gone.
"What a Way to Go" by Black Toast Music plays. Deans sits at a counter, breakfast finished, circling newspaper articles, at a hotel restaurant. A comely waitress asks if he wants anything else. He looks up and gives her a panties-moistening smile around the pen in his mouth. Sam, looking dour, joins him at the table. "Just the check, please," he says. "OK," says the waitress, beaming at Dean, and walks away. Dean droops his head. "You know, Sam, we are allowed to have FUN once in a while," he s...
"What a Way to Go" by Black Toast Music plays. Deans sits at a counter, breakfast finished, circling newspaper articles, at a hotel restaurant. A comely waitress asks if he wants anything else. He looks up and gives her a panties-moistening smile around the pen in his mouth. Sam, looking dour, joins him at the table. "Just the check, please," he says. "OK," says the waitress, beaming at Dean, and walks away. Dean droops his head. "You know, Sam, we are allowed to have FUN once in a while," he says, pointing to the retreating waitress, "THAT'S fun." Sam gives him sad-eyes, so Dean shows him the article he found about 18-year-old Sophie who walked into the lake and didn't walk out; authorities dragged the lake--nothing. That's the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year, and none of the other bodies were found, either--they had a funeral two days ago, buried an empty coffin, for closure. "What closure?" asks Sam--"people don't just disappear, others just stop lookin' for them." The trail for Dad is getting colder every day, Sam points out. So what are we supposed to do? asks Dean. I don't know, says Sam, SOMETHING, ANYTHING. Dean is sick of Sam's attitude--you don't think I want to find Dad as much as you do? I know you do, says Sam, it's just. . . I'm the one that was with him the past two years, Dean reminds him, while you were going to pep rallies--we will find Dad, but we will kill everything bad between here and there--OK? Sam rolls his eyes in agreement. Dean eyes the pretty waitress as she passes by. "All right, Lake Manitoc, says Sam, trying to get Dean's attention off the girl's hindquarters, "how far?"
"Round and Round" by Ratt plays as The Impala drives past impressive scenery: laundry hanging on a line, a man fishing, all against backdrops of beautiful sky, green grass, bushes and trees. They pull up to the Carlton house and introduce themselves as Agents Ford and Hamill from the US Wildlife Service to the dead girl's somber-faced brother. He takes them to the lake, where her father sits in a chair, staring out. "She was about 100 yards out," Will Carlton explains, "that's where she got dragged down." "You sure she didn't just drown?" asks Dean. "She was a varsity swimmer," says Will, "she practically grew up in that lake--she's as safe out there as in her own bathtub." "So no splashing?" asks Sam--"no signs of distress?" "That's what I've been telling you," says Will, somewhat annoyed. "Did you see any shadows in the water?" asks Sam--"maybe some dark shape on the surface?" "Again, she was really far out," Bill replies. "Any strange tracks by the shoreline?" queries Dean. "No, why, what do you think is out there?" Will asks. "We'll let you know as soon as we do," promises Dean. Sam gently asks about speaking to Will's father. "If you don't mind, he didn't see anything," Will says, "and he's kinda been through a lot." "We understand," says Sam.
The Winchesters talk to the Sheriff, who can't understand why the Wildlife Service is concerned over an accidental drowning. Perhaps it wasn't accidental, says Sam, Will says he saw something grab his sister. There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake, insists the Sheriff, or even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness Monster. Dean finds this amusing. Will was traumatized, says the Sheriff, and besides, they dragged that entire lake and ran a sonar sweep--and found nothing. (Sam is doing the thinky-thought gesture with the steepled fingers here.) Weird, though, says Dean, it's the third missing body this year. I know, says the Sheriff, and this is my town, my people, I care about them. It won't be a problem much longer, anyway, there's the dam. Yeah, the dam, agrees Dean, like he knows all about it--it's sprung a leak. It's falling apart, corrects the Sheriff, and the Feds won't give us a grant to repair it, so they've opened the spillway; in another six months, there won't be much of a lake OR a town, but as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that. "Exactly," agrees Dean, bluffing badly. A pretty young women enters, apologizing for interrupting. It's Andrea Barr, the Sheriff's daughter, who introduces Sam and Dean as being here "about the lake." Dean is smitten immediately, shaking her hand, grinning like a fool. "Oh," she says. A little boy with too-long hair comes in, but retreats when Dean asks his name. Andrea goes after and kneels beside him, handing him crayons from a box. "His name is Lucas," says the Sheriff. "Is he OK?" asks Sam. "My grandson's been through a lot," says the Sheriff, "we all have." He ushers them out, offering them further help if they need it. Dean asks for a reasonably priced motel. Andrea gives him directions to the Lakefront Motel, but he pretends not to understand her simple directions while Sam squirms at his transparency. "You want me to walk you two blocks?" she asks. "If it's not any trouble," Dean says. "I'm headed that way anyway," she grins, and tells her father she'll pick up Lucas at three. She kisses her son and promises to take him to the park. "Cute kid," praises Dean as Andrea leads them to the motel, "kids are the best, huh?" "There it is," she says, "like I said, two blocks. Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up line." She slips away, leaving Dean shot down and Sam smiling. "Enjoy your stay!" she grins, heading off. "'Kids are the best'?" repeats Sam--"you don't even like kids. Name three children that you even know." Dean tries, but can't. Sam waves a dismissive hand at him and walks away. Dean scratches his head. "I'm thinking!" he protests.
Motel room - While Dean sniffs his laundry to decide what needs washing, Sam, on his computer, researches the three drowning victims this year, and six more spread out over the past 35 years--those bodies weren't recovered, either. Do they have a lake monster on a binge? That theory bugs Sam. Loch Ness, Lake Champlain, there are hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, nothing--whatever is here, no one is living to talk about it. Gazing over Sam's shoulder, they read about Christopher Barr--Andrea's husband, Lucas' father. Lucas was out swimming with his father and trapped for two hours on a floating wooden platform before he got rescued. Maybe they have an eye witness after all? Poor kid, says Dean, no wonder he was so freaked out; watching a parent die isn't something you just get over.
Playground - Andrea sits by herself, watching as Lucas, also alone, draws pictures. When the Winchesters offer to join her, Andrea is reluctant, saying she's with her son, but Dean wants to go talk to Lucas, and invites himself: "Mind if I say hi?" without waiting for her answer. "Tell your friend this Jerry McGuire thing isn't going to work on me," she warns Sam, who sits beside her on the bench. "I don't think that's what this is about," says Sam.
Dean sits with Lucas, who has a bunch of green toy soldiers and is drawing pictures. "I used to love these things," says Dean, making shooting noises with one of the soldiers he picks up. "So crayons is more your thing--that's cool--chicks dig artists." He looks at Lucas' drawings of a black eye in the center of black circles and of a red bike. "These are pretty good--mind if I sit and draw with you a while? I'm not so bad myself." Dean sits on the table with Lucas' other pad of paper and begins to draw. "You know, I'm thinkin' you can hear me, you just don't wanna talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was somethin' real bad. I think I know how you feel; when I was your age, I saw somethin'. Anyway, maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you, or believe you, but I want you to know that I will. You know you don't have to say anything, you can draw me a picture about what you saw that day, about your dad, on the lake. OK, no problem, this is for you." Dean shows him the picture he drew, all stick figures. "This is my family--that's my dad. . .that's my mom, that's my geek brother, and that's me. All right, so I'm a sucky artist. I'll see you around, Lucas." Dean leaves, looking at the boy over his shoulder. Lucas picks up and looks at Dean's simple drawing of his family.
Dean returns to Andrea and Sam. She's explaining that Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to her, since his dad's accident. "We heard--sorry," says Dean. "What did the doctors say?" asks Sam. "It's a kind of post traumatic stress," replies Andrea. It's been hard, she admits, but her father had helped them. "It's just, when I think of what Lucas went through, what he saw. . ." "Kids are strong, you'd be surprised with what they can deal with," says Dean. "He used to have such life," says Andrea, "he was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth; now he just sits there, drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish. . ." Lucas comes over and hands Dean a beautifully-drawn picture of a house with a red roof. "Thanks, Lucas," says Dean. The boy slips away. The adults exchange glances.
Will Carlton urges his father to eat; he's making dinner. The kid washes and cuts the head off a fish. Even though the plug isn't in, the sink backs up, filling with filthy water. Will rolls up a sleeve and removes the plug from the sink; the water level remains high. When he reaches in to clear away the drain, he is pulled into the water by something unseen, submerging his head completely. Struggling, Will is unable to free himself, and is held under until he drowns in the sink-full of water. Afterward, as he lies still, the sink empties, leaving Will dead. read less
Sam enters the hotel and reports, "I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie--I just drove by the Carlton house, there was an ambulance there--Will Carlton is dead--he drowned--in the sink." Dean suggests perhaps they're dealing with a water wraith or some kind of demon--something that controls water from the same source. Which would explain why it's upping the body count, adds Sam--the lake is being drained, it knows it's running out of time to complete what it wants to do. If it can get ...
Sam enters the hotel and reports, "I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie--I just drove by the Carlton house, there was an ambulance there--Will Carlton is dead--he drowned--in the sink." Dean suggests perhaps they're dealing with a water wraith or some kind of demon--something that controls water from the same source. Which would explain why it's upping the body count, adds Sam--the lake is being drained, it knows it's running out of time to complete what it wants to do. If it can get through the pipes, says Dean, it can get to anyone, anywhere, this is going to happen again, soon. It has something to do with Bill Carlton, since it took both his kids, says Sam. Lucas' Dad, Chris, was Bill Carlton's godson. "Let's go pay Bill Carlton a visit," says Dean.
Bill Carlton sits by the lake, a picture of misery. He doesn't care who they are or what they're with. "I've answered enough questions today," he says. "Your son said he saw something in that lake," says Sam, "what about you?--you ever see anything out there?" Sophie's drowning, Will's death, they think there might be a connection to Bill and his family. "My children are GONE," cries Bill, "it's worse than dying. Go away. Please." The brothers return to the car, knowing the poor guy's been through hell. Dean also thinks he's not telling them something. Dean spies a house that makes him take the drawing Lucas gave him from his pocket. The drawing matches the house!
At Andrea's house, Dean asks to speak to Lucas. She thinks it a bad idea; he won't say anything, what good's it going to do? Gently, Sam tells her they think more people might get hurt; something is happening out there. "My husband, the others, they just drowned, that's all," she insists. "If that's what you really believe, we'll go," says Dean, "but if there's even a possibility that something else might be going on here, please let me talk to your son."
The three go upstairs to Lucas' room, but only Dean goes inside and kneels next to the boy. "Remember me?" asks Dean, and looks at the stack of Lucas' drawings--two red bikes. Dean thanks him for the drawing, but needs his help: "How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was going to happen? Maybe you could nod, yes or no, for me. You're scared. It's OK. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw somethin' real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too, I didn't feel like talkin', just like you. But see, my mom, I know she wanted me to be brave, and 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 drops the crayon and stares up at Dean, sadly, hopefully, then looks at his mother, standing in the doorway. He hands Dean another drawing. "Thanks, Lucas," says Dean.
"Two Days Gone" by Billy Squire plays as the boys talk things over in the Impala. "Andrea said the kid never drew like that until his Dad died," says Dean. Sam, staring at the picture, says that certain traumatic experiences can make some people more susceptible to premonitions and psychic tendencies. Maybe Lucas is tapping into it somehow, suggests Dean, it's only a matter of time before someone else drowns, if you've got a better lead, PLEASE! We've got another house to find, says Sam. There are a thousand yellow two-stories in this town, says Dean. Sam points out the white church in the picture, betting there are less than a thousand of those. "College boy, thinks he's so smart," mocks Dean. Sam chuckles, then hesitantly brings up what Dean had said about Mom--"You never told me that before." "It's no big deal," insists Dean, but when he sees the sympathy in Sam's eyes, says, "Oh, God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?" Sam smiles indulgently.
The brothers approach a church matching the one in Lucas' drawing. There is also a fence surrounding a yellow house. In front of the fence, a boy stands next to a red bike. Sam gazes at Dean, who surveys the entire scene, straight out of Lucas' drawings. Inside, Dean asks an elderly lady if a young boy lives here--he would wear a blue ball cap and ride a red bicycle. "No sir," she says sorrowfully, "not for a very long time." "Peter's been gone 35 years now." There's a photo of a smiling, gap-toothed boy, presumably this woman's dead child. Neither the police nor she had any idea what happened--he just disappeared. "Losing him. . .it's worse than dying!" she says, echoing another grieving parent. Sam and Dean exchange glances. "Did he disappear from here?" asks Dean, "I mean from this house?" She explains that Peter was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, but he never showed up. The brothers check out another photo, of Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, both dressed as Boy Scouts, 1970.
Bill Carlton sits by the lake, muttering, Taken everything. . .everyone. I've got nothin' left. I didn't understand, didn't believe. . .now I think I do--I think I finally know what you want."
Dean and Sam hash it all out as they ride in the Impala. Sam: "This little boy Peter Sweeney disappears and it's all connected to Bill Carlton somehow." Dean agrees Bill is sure hiding something. "And the people Bill loves are all being punished," adds Sam. So what if Bill did something to Peter? suggests Dean. "What if Bill killed him?" asks Sam. Peter's spirit would be furious, says Dean, and would want revenge, if possible. They drive up to Bill's little cottage. Sam gets out and calls to him. To their consternation, Bill has taken his motorboat out on the lake. The brothers run toward the water, screaming to him, urging him to come back, but he speeds up, refusing to hear them. Suddenly, his boat is lifted up and tipped over, capsizing both Bill and his boat into the lake. read less
Sheriff's Station - "Baby, what's wrong?" Andrea asks her agitated son. "Sam, Dean, I didn't expect to see you here." "So now you're on a first-name basis," notes her father, who came in with them. She brought her father dinner, but he doesn't have time to eat it. Dean notices Lucas' nervous rocking. "I heard about Bill Carlton," she says, "is it true?--is something going on with the lake?" "Right now, we don't know what the truth is," admits the Sheriff, "but right now, it would be better if yo...
Sheriff's Station - "Baby, what's wrong?" Andrea asks her agitated son. "Sam, Dean, I didn't expect to see you here." "So now you're on a first-name basis," notes her father, who came in with them. She brought her father dinner, but he doesn't have time to eat it. Dean notices Lucas' nervous rocking. "I heard about Bill Carlton," she says, "is it true?--is something going on with the lake?" "Right now, we don't know what the truth is," admits the Sheriff, "but right now, it would be better if you and Lucas went on home." Lucas whimpers and grabs hold of Dean's arm. Andrea pries him free, but even though Dean assures him everything is OK, Lucas stares after him with huge, terror-stricken eyes as his mother leads him from the police station.
The Sheriff talks to the brothers, seated across his desk from him. "Okay," he says, "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," agrees Dean. "And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake, and what you're describing is impossible--and you're not really Wildlife Service?" Dean looks surprised. "That's right, I checked," says the Sheriff--the department's never heard of you two. "See, now we can explain that," says Dean blithely. "Enough please," insists the Sheriff. "The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rear-view mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again." He finishes this speech with a stabbing forefinger and a growl in his voice. "Door number two sounds good," says Sam. "That's the one I'd pick," agrees the Sheriff.
Concerned at the late hour, Andrea finds her son in his room, soldiers in front of him as he draws a big black circle, over and over. She helps him back into bed.
Sam and Dean arrive at the turnoff for the Interstate, but when the light turns green, Dean doesn't take it.
Andrea draws a bath for herself.
Sam tries to tell Dean this job is over; if Bill murdered Peter, Bill is now dead, so Peter got his revenge. Case closed, the spirit should be at rest! "What if we take off and this thing isn't done?" asks Dean--"what if we missed something, what if more people get hurt?" "Why would you think that?" demands Sam. "Because Lucas was really scared," says Dean. "THAT'S what this is about?" asks Sam. "I just don't wanna leave this town until I know that kid is OK," insists Dean. "Who ARE you and what have you done with my brother?" teases Sam. "Shaddup," insists Dean.
Andrea runs her hand through the water, testing the temperature. Satisfied, she slides off her robe and slips into the tub. She takes a washcloth, runs her toes under the faucet and closes her eyes, not realizing the water coming out has turned dark. She rubs the washcloth over her face and neck. Suddenly, she is grabbed from below as the water creature snatches hold of her. She manages to drape one leg over the tub's edge, but it's grabbed back in. The battle is on; the creature starts plunging her head into the water over and over, trying to drown her, but she fights back and manages to maintain her air. Outside, Lucas hears her screams and bangs at the door, making terrible noises.
Dean and Sam stand outside Andrea's front door, dithering over what to do. "You sure about this?--it's pretty late, man," protests Sam. Just as Dean starts to ring the doorbell, Lucas, frantic, gasping for breath, opens the door. The brothers follow him upstairs, where water is flowing under the bathroom door and down the steps. Lucas gets there first and bangs at the bathroom door, but Dean pulls him away and hands him over to Sam. Dean kicks in the door and holds onto Lucas, who tries to get away and help his mother, while Sam enters the bathroom and reaches into the tub to battle the water spirit for Andrea. Pulling as hard as he can, Sam successfully wrests the naked Andrea from the spirit's grasp and they fall together on the floor. Sam holds on tightly as Andrea coughs violently, catching her breath.
Andrea and Sam sit at her dining room table. "Can you tell me?" he asks. "No," she replies.
Dean searches through books at Andrea's house.
"This doesn't make any sense," says Andrea, in tears, "I'm going crazy." She covers her face. "No, you're not," Sam assures her, "tell me what happened--everything." She thought she heard a voice saying "Come play with me. What's happening?" she sobs.
Dean, meanwhile, finds a book labeled JAKE - 12 YEARS OLD. He brings ... read more Andrea and Sam sit at her dining room table. "Can you tell me?" he asks. "No," she replies.
Dean searches through books at Andrea's house.
"This doesn't make any sense," says Andrea, in tears, "I'm going crazy." She covers her face. "No, you're not," Sam assures her, "tell me what happened--everything." She thought she heard a voice saying "Come play with me. What's happening?" she sobs.
Dean, meanwhile, finds a book labeled JAKE - 12 YEARS OLD. He brings it to Andrea and asks if she recognizes the kids in these pictures. She spots her dad in the Boy Scout troop, who was 12 in the pictures. "Chris Barr's drowning--the connection wasn't to Bill Carlton, it must have been to the Sheriff," says Dean. "Bill AND the sheriff," says Sam, "they were both involved with Peter." "What about Chris?" asks Andrea--"my dad, what are you talking about?" Lucas is staring out the window. When he opens the door, the three adults follow him. He stops and stares down at a patch of ground, then up at Dean, who tells Andrea to take Lucas back to the house and stay there. She complies. Sam and Dean both begin to dig--and find a rusty red bike. "Who are you?" demands the Sheriff, pointing a gun at them. "Put the gun down, Jake," orders Sam. "How did you know that was there?" asks the sheriff. "What happened?" asks Dean--"you and Bill kill Peter?--drown him in the lake and then bury the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothin' stays buried."
Looking outside the window at her father holding a gun on Sam and Dean, Andrea sends her son to his room. "Now," she says, "lock the door and wait for me, don't come out."
Gun aimed steadily at the brothers, Jake says, "I don't know what the hell you're talking about." "You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney 35 years ago," accuses Dean, "that's what the hell we're talkin' about." Hayley bursts in on them. "Dad!" she cries. "And now you've got one seriously pissed-off spirit," says Dean. "It's going to take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love," adds Sam, "it's gonna drown 'em, and 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." "And how do you know that?" asks Jake. "Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton," says Sam. "Listen to yourselves, both of you, you're insane!" rants Jake. "I don't give a rat's ass what you think of us, says Dean, "but in order to solve this problem, we have to find where this spirit is buried, salt and burn the remains 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?" pleads Hayley as her son leaves the house unknown to all of them. "No, they're liars and dangerous," insists Jake. "Something try to drown me," she says, "Chris died on that lake--Dad look at me!--tell me you didn't kill anyone." When he's unable to meet her eyes, Hayley knows the truth. "Oh my God!" cries Hayley. "Billy and I were on the lake," explains Jake, "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." Hayley is shocked. "We let the body go," continues Jake, "and it sank. Dean nods; this is very bad news. "Oh, Andrea, we were kids," pleads her father, "we were so scared, it was a mistake, but to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris--because of some ghost, it's not rational!" "Listen to me," says Dean, we need to get all of you as far away from this lake as we can right now." They realize Lucas has gone to the edge of the lake and is kneeling down. "LUCAS!" screams Jake. They all run to him, frantically yelling warnings. Lucas is trying to retrieve one of his army men, which has fallen in the water.
The adults are screaming to Lucas, but it's too late--an almost-black hand reaches from the water and pulls him in. Jake sees Billy's hideous specter rising above the water to look at him before disappearing underneath to kill his grandson. Sam and Dean dive into the water. Andrea is all set to join them, but Sam orders her not to; they will get Lucas. Sam and Dean surface to check if the other brother found the boy, then dive back in. Jake wades in, apologizing to Peter in a childlike voice, begging, "Lucas is just a little boy, please take ME!" We get a view of the Sheriff's legs kicking underwater, then Billy's ghost rising from the bottom of the lake. "Jake, NO!" shouts Dean. We see Jake being dragged down, struggling, until he disappears. Andrea, heartbroken, watches her father being taken away. Sam and Dean dive back down to find Lucas. Sam comes back empty-handed, shaking his head at a very distressed Andrea, who, in slow motion, screams her son's name at the silent water. Moments later, also in slow-mo, Dean, gulping in air, rises from the water with Lucas in his arms. On shore, Andrea, not knowing if her son is alive or dead, cries out as Dean gazes at the boy, trying to figure out which it is. read less
Sam and Dean head to the Impala. Noting his brother's somber mood, Sam says, "We're not gonna save everybody." "I know," says Dean. Andrea calls out to them, rushing over with Lucas by her side. He's holding a huge platter of sandwiches. "I'm glad we caught you," says Andrea, "we made you lunch for the road; Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself." "Can I give it to them now?" asks Lucas (he speaks)! "Of course," his mother says, kissing the top of his head. "Come on, Lucas," says Dean,...
Sam and Dean head to the Impala. Noting his brother's somber mood, Sam says, "We're not gonna save everybody." "I know," says Dean. Andrea calls out to them, rushing over with Lucas by her side. He's holding a huge platter of sandwiches. "I'm glad we caught you," says Andrea, "we made you lunch for the road; Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself." "Can I give it to them now?" asks Lucas (he speaks)! "Of course," his mother says, kissing the top of his head. "Come on, Lucas," says Dean, relieving him of the platter of sandwiches, "let's load this in the car." "How you holdin' up?" as Sam, as Dean and Lucas walk around to the other side of the car. "It's just going to take a long time to sort through everything, you know?" she says. "Andrea, I'm sorry," says Sam. "You saved my son," she sys, smiling brilliantly, "I can't ask for more than that. . .Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold onto that." Sam nods in agreement.
Dean places the sandwiches in the car, sits in the front seat facing Lucas and says, "All right, 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!" declares Lucas. "That's right," says Dean, "high five." He and Lucas slap their hands in the air, Lucas giving him a big gap-toothed smile. "You take care of your mom, OK," adds Dean. Sam and Andrea join them. She leans over the door and gives Dean a kiss on the lips. He stares at her face, surprised. "Thank you," she says, looking at Lucas. Scratching the back of his head like he's an embarrassed little kid, Dean says, "Sam, move your ass, we're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road." They smile and wave at each other, Andrea's arms around her son, as the brothers take off, "Movin' On" by Bad Company playing in the background. read less