Sam and Dean Winchester were riding along in the 1967 Chevy Impala. They were in New England, driving along on Route 101.
Sam looked up from his computer.
"Hey," he said to Dean, "I think I got something, in New Hampshire. There have been reports of missing children."
"Hmm," Dean thought for a minute. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a look. Where is it?"
Sam looked at his computer, "Raymond." He took out the map, "Whoa, whoa, wait! This is our exit!"
Dean swerved to make the exit, nearly hit five cars, all of which blared their horns.
"Watch where you're going asshole!" a guy yelled out of his window.
They pulled up onto a road, Old Manchester Road. They traveled up it until they pulled out into a small town. People were walking through a common and there were stores and a pizza place.
"Alright is there a motel or something around here?" Dean asked.
"No... but there's an apartment complex right down this road, to our right."
Dean turned right onto Main Street. They pulled in, parked, and got out of the car. They looked around, there was a teenager, about 16 years of age. Dean and Sam walked up to the kid and pulled out their fake badges.
"Hey kid," Dean said, flipping open his badge, "My name is Jerry Wanek, this is my partner, Robert Singer. We're with Homeland Security."
The kid looked at him for a moment and then finally said, "Are... are you here about the disappearances?"
The Winchesters looked at each other.
Sam spoke this time, "Yeah, you know anyone that was taken?"
"Yeah, my aunt. Her daughter was taken. Her and uncle are really upset about it. They live over on route 27, near Grant's Towing."
"Alright," Dean said, writing down what the kid said, "and do you know if we can rent a room here or something?"
"You can ask my parents," the boy said, "They would be able to help you."
"Thanks, kid," Dean said as they walked up to the man and woman standing in the doorway.
After renting a room, Sam and Dean decided they would get a pizza and then they would go see the aunt of the kid they had talked to.
"So," Sam started as they pulled back onto main street, heading left. "I'm trying to think, what kind of creature takes children?"
Dean smirked, "The kind of thing that goes bump in the night I suppose?"
"Yes, but what?"
"Sammy, lets actually ask the questions and then decide what it is."
"Alright, alright, I'm just trying to brainstorm here."
They pulled up to a mobile home on the side of Route 27 heading toward Candia. Dean knocked on the door. A middle-aged woman answered the door, "Yes?" she asked, she had been crying.
"Hey there," Dean said holding up his badge, Sam did the same. "Homeland Security, mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"Yes, of course, come in. Please excuse the mess."
They walked into a small living-room there was a couch along the wall to their left. There was a yet another teenager about 16 on a laptop. Tear streaks running down his cheeks. He looked up at them with a look of suspicion.
"Hey... er... sport," Dean said with a forced grin, Sam looked at Dean with a look that said, "What the hell?" as he mouthed, "Sport?"
"Hi..." the kid said.
"I'm..." Dean started but the kid cut across.
"Dean Winchester," he said, "your brother," he nodded toward Sam, "Sam Winchester."
Sam and Dean looked at each other.
"Er, no," Dean said, "my name is Jerry Wanek, this is my partner..."
"Dean I have read the Supernatural books." The kid said, rolling his eyes. "I know that the author, Chuck, is a prophet of god."
"How," Sam started.
"I was visited not long ago by a man, he called himself God. He said that everything about the books was real."
"And you believed him?" Sam asked, "Just like that?"
"Well yeah, he... he showed me things... things that..."
"Chris... that is enough," the mother snapped. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "He has a very vivid imagination."
The kid, Chris, sighed, rolled his eyes and got up. He walked out the door mumbling, "I'm going out." And slammed the door behind him.
"So..." Sam broke the awkward silence. "Tell us what happened that night when your daughter... you know."
"Well," the woman started, "she came running out of her room crying, balling her eyes out really, saying there was a monster in her closet. I told her, 'There's no such thing as monsters,' but she insisted. So I walked into her room and opened her closet. There was nothing there. So she laid back down and I shut off the light and walked out. That was the last I saw of her..." she stopped and seemed to be unable to go on, she broke down into a sob.
Sam and Dean looked at each other, clearly thinking the same thing.
"Well... ma'am," Sam said, feeling a bit awkward, "We will look into it and see if we can't find anything."
"Okay," she said between sobs.
"We will let you know if there we find anything," Dean said with a reassuring smile.
They left the mobile home and got into their car and pulled away. They got back to their temporary apartment and sat down at the table. Sam opened his computer, Dean laid down on the couch.
After a few minutes, Sam looked up at Dean. "Well," he said, "I think I found out what this thing is, and you're going to mind it ridiculous."
"Lemme have, Sammy," Dean sat up.
"Well," Sam said, rubbing his forehead, "It looks to be a..."
Just then there was a knock on the door. Sam and Dean looked at each other. They went to the door, guns behind their backs, ready to shoot if necessary. They opened the door, and the teenager from the mobile home, Chris, was standing before them.
"Hey... sport?" Dean said with the same fake smile.
"Don't call me sport man," Chris said. "Listen I wanna help hunt for this monster!"
"Chris," Sam said, "We are Homeland Security."
"I know who you are!" Chris snapped. "You are Sam and Dean Winchester, hunters of the make believe and nonexsistant."
Dean looked at Sam, Sam nodded.
"Okay," Dean said. "Fine, no more charades. You're right. We are the Winchesters, but there is nothing you can do."
"I know what it is that you're after!" Chris told them.
"Oh, really?" Sam asked. "What then?"
"A boogeyman!"
Dean let out a laugh, "A boogeyman! Ha, ha! You hear that Sammy? We are hunting the boogeyman!"
"Well not the boogeyman," Chris said, "a boogeyman."
Dean was crying, he was laughing so hard. He looked at Sam, "Tell him what we are really after Sammy!"
Sam shifted uneasily, "We... er... we are hunting... a boogeyman."
"Sam, come on," Dean looked back at his brother. "Tell us what we are really after."
"Dean... we are after a boogeyman."
Dean looked back at Sam, but Sam shrugged, "I told you you weren't going to like it."