Is This Even Possible?

You're My Son, Damn It!

Chapter Ten

You're My Son, Damn It!

September 2nd, 2013 - Mannowac, Wisconsin - The Barr Home - 4:30 PM

Dean and John ran for the lake as soon as they saw Lucas on the edge of the dock. Lucas was tugged into the water and Dean didn't even stop and think, he just jumped face first in the lake.

It was dark, and murky and Dean couldn't see anything. Dean went maybe 10 feet down in the water before making his way back up for air. John was right beside him, looking at him worriedly but questioningly but Dean just shook his head and looked at Sam, Mary, Andrea, and Jake were standing at the water's edge, shocked and scared that Lucas wouldn't see daylight again.

John's hand was on his shoulder. "Dean, he's probably gone-"

Dean didn't hear the rest of John's words because he had already dived back under into the dark waters. Dean went deeper and deeper into the lake, not caring he was running out of breathe.

Five feet.

Ten feet.

Twenty feet.

Thirty feet.

Above Water

"Damn it Dean!" John shouted at nothing while Mary was asking what was wrong.

"Dean's playing hero again! Just like he did with the 'Bloody Mary' incident!" He yelled so she could hear him. None of them noticed Jake walking into the lake until they heard him muttering.

"Peter. Don't do this, Peter, please." Jake said with a few little tears on his face.

"Jake, get back on land right now!" John yelled.

"He's just a little boy." Jake continued. "He doesn't have anything to do with this. Take me Peter."

"Daddy, no!" Andrea screamed.

"Jake, stop this madness!" Mary yelled.

"Take me but give my daughter back her son." Jake said. A grey hand slowly but surely became more noticeable as it drew closer and closer to the surface. The grey hand gripped Jake's hand and yanked him into the lake.

"No!" All four of them yelled.

Jake never resurfaced.

It was silent for a few moments before Mary shouted worriedly.

"John! Shouldn't be Dean be up by now?" She yelled. John recounted the minutes in his head.

It had already been almost five.

"Damn it Dean!" He wanted to go down into the lake and return his son to land where it's safer than this lake but he couldn't risk it. So they waited.

Below Water

Dean struggled to stay conscious but could you blame him. He had been searching for this kid for almost four minutes now and he was almost out of air. Dean whipped his hands through the air and tried to find something that felt like the kid when the kid literally came into his hands.

The seven year old child was barely breathing and Dean didn't waste any time seeing as he barely had any oxygen left in his body. He could've swore he saw a grey form in his eyesight for a second though but didn't question it.

Dean swam towards the surface, the light getting dimmer and dimmer with each stroke.

Twenty feet. C'mon Winchester! You can do this!