Supernatural One Shots

Anna

A/N: This isn't a sick fic but I didn't have anywhere else to publish it.

"Damn, I know what it is. It's on the tip of my tongue but I just can't remember," Sam says. "Let's go over it again."

Dean clears his throat and speaks. "Three men murdered. All of them cheated on their wives."

"We thought it was a woman in white but –"

"With women in white, the men always disappear. We found these men's bodies. Each of them were drowned in the lake which isn't the MO of a woman in white."

"There was also the red hair found on them all but we don't know of any redhead who knew them. We didn't find anything at the lake itself. The truth is, we don't know why they were out in the lake in the first place." Sam pauses. "I think I got it." Sam's got a smile on his face, glad that he finally cracked the case.

Dean raises his eyebrows. "Don't leave me in suspense."

"Rusalka."

"Yeah... you're gonna have to give me more than that, man."

Sam grabs the laptop and pulls it close. "So, there are a ton of variations on this thing but one of them is like the woman in white which is why I kept thinking of that. Rusalkas are like a combination of water nymphs, mermaids, or sirens. The thing that all the lore agrees on is that they're beautiful young women who live in bodies of water and lure men into the lake and then kill them. Well, they used to be good, helped keep forests and fields alive, but the lore consistently changed over the years."

"So how do we kill it?" Dean asks.

"I'm getting there. First, we have to find out who she was before she died. Sometimes they're the spirits of women whose husbands or boyfriends cheated on them. Other theories have to do with virginity and uncleanliness. Young women who jump in the lake to kill themselves because they were pregnant out of wedlock. Any virgin who dies within a certain vicinity of the lake. Some even say babies who weren't baptized."

"Yikes. That's dark."

"No kidding."

"Wait," Dean says.

Sam looks up at him. Dean just raises his eyebrows. "What?" he asks, annoyed.

"How the hell do we kill this bitch? How do we even find out who she is? I mean, she could be anyone."

"Well, we were looking for the wrong thing so I guess we have to kind of start over." Dean groans loudly. "We were just looking for married women who died in that lake. Now we need to look at all the unmarried women who died in or near that lake. And that includes teens and younger." Dean groans again. "Shut up, loser. I'm the one doing all the research." Sam looks back down at the computer and resumes his typing. "Just go out for a beer or something. I might even be done by the time you get back."

Dean grins. "Don't wait up."

"Whatever."

• • •

About ten minutes after Dean leaves, Sam gets a text from Detective Rosewood, the cop who showed them the crime scene. HELP Another one quickly follows. LAKE and then a third HURRY.

"Shit, shit, shit." Sam slams the laptop and scrambles to get his coat while simultaneously going through his phone into his contacts to call Dean. He's about to exit the door when he hears the phone ringing, Dean's phone. He sees the keys Dean left on the table; he'd decided to walk to the bar rather than drive since it was so close. Sam takes the keys and leaves the phone.