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"Nice talking to you, too," Sam said sarcastically as he hit the end call button on his phone.

Dean glanced at Sam in the corner of his eye. "So, what'd he say?"

Sam grabbed his laptop and turned it on. "Jess said to meet him at a dance studio in thirty. So, now I have to go online to find a map of Stars Hollow to see if I can find the damn thing."

"Jess didn't say where it was?"

"Nope. He hung up the phone as soon as he could; guess he's not one for talking."

Dean shrugged. "Don't know, don't really care."

Thirty minutes later, the boys rolled into town and found Ms. Patty's Dance Studio. Dean parked the boys' shiny black, 1967 Impala on the side of the road and got out of the car.

"This is the place?" Dean asked Sam as he slammed shut his car door.

Sam nodded, walking up to the entrance. He slid open the door and the two brothers slipped inside. The interior of the studio contained a podium, rows and rows of chairs, and a boy with black, curly hair sitting in the last row with a sour look on his face.

When Jess saw Sam and Dean walk in, his face wrinkled with anger. "You've got to be kidding me," Jess said, standing up.

Sam and Dean looked at each other with confused looks. "Excuse me?" Sam said.

Jess glared at Sam. "Very funny, Dean. Decide to play hunter with your friend Ken Doll to get back at me for dating Rory?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I think somebody had one too many drinks before they came here," Dean whispered to Sam.

"I'm out of here," Jess said, turning away from the boys and walking toward the nearest exit.

"Great, Bobby sent us to help a drama king," Dean said with a roll of his eyes. "If you walk out that door, Jess, know that we're not coming back and Bobby won't send you any more help. You'll have to hunt this thing on your own."

Jess paused, turning toward the brothers. "You want me to work with you two posers?"

"What the hell is your problem?" Sam asked, sick of Jess's attitude.

Jess pointed at Sam. "You. You're my problem. You really expect me to believe you're a hunter, Dean?"

Dean raised a hand and pointed to himself. "I'm Dean." He pointed to Sam. "That's my brother Sam."

Jess shook his head. "Nice try, but I think I know what Dean looks like enough to recognize that 'Sam' is him."

"Do you need to see my birth certificate or something? Establishing that my name's Sam shouldn't be this hard," Sam said with a frustrated sigh. "Hell, you could Google me."

"Find me a laptop and I will."

"Dean, do you mind grabbing my laptop from the backseat?"

"No problem," Dean said.

Dean walked out to the car and grabbed out Sam's laptop. When he walked back inside, Sam and Jess were watching each other. Dean handed Sam his laptop so that he could look himself up. A minute later and Sam walked up to Jess, showing the boy proof that he was Sam Winchester, and not Dean.

"If you aren't Dean, then why do you look like a carbon copy of him?" Jess asked, crossing his arms.

Sam and Dean exchanged looks. "We don't look too much alike," Dean said. "I'm the handsomer one." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Not your brother Dean. The Dean that lives here. The one I mistook you for."

Sam shrugged. "I don't know."

Jess nodded. "One more thing." He looked at Dean with a questioning brow. "I read online that you died and were a murderer."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, that's what happens when you run into a homicidal shape shifter."

"Well, I guess now that we've established who you both are, we should talk about the job I've been working."

"You figure out what's been causing the Freddy Krueger killings?" Dean asked.

Jess nodded, looking up something on Sam's laptop. "Yeah, I think I figured out what we're up against. I had a run-in with it earlier this morning. Here we go." Jess flipped the laptop so that Sam and Dean could see it.

"An Illithid? What the hell is that?" Dean asked.

"A creature that dwells in the water and feeds off people's nightmares and looks like some weird thing with an octopus head," Jess answered. "I didn't know what it was, but I figured I'd check out the lake at the edge of town and it attacked me with its stupid tentacles."

"You got tentacled?" Dean asked, trying not laugh as an image of Jess getting bitch slapped by a tentacle entered his mind.

Jess glared at Dean. "Can we just focus on stopping it before somebody else drops dead?"

"How do we kill it?" Sam asked, getting everyone back on track.

"Doesn't say. Far as anyone knows they're just in some video game."

"So we don't know how to kill it. Awesome. Makes our job that much harder," Dean said with a roll of his eyes.

"I attacked it with a silver knife and cut off a tentacle earlier. So blades work," Jess said, recalling the creature's creepy, large tentacles. He could almost feel them touching him again.

"Would guns work, maybe?" Dean asked Sam.

Sam tilted his head in thought. "It's a possibility. I'd rather shoot it than get up close and personal."

Dean nodded. "So it's settled, then. I say we leave now and kill this son of a bitch before noon."

"One problem with that," Jess said. "It's daylight hours, there's going to be plenty of people passing by the bridge throughout the day. People, cars, delivery trucks; there's no way we'll through before sun down."

"Then Sam and I'll pose as FBI and say we need to shut down the bridge for a murder investigation or something." Jess shook his head.

"You're forgetting that Sam here looks like some kid in town. Taylor would never buy that."

Dean let out a frustrated growl. "Then what the hell are we supposed to do? The longer we wait, the better chance that thing has of grabbing another snack."

"Would it be possible for you to talk to this Taylor guy?" Sam asked Jess.

Jess chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, Taylor kind of hates me. He wouldn't believe me. But…." Jess trailed off, looking at Sam. "He likes Dean, so maybe you pose as him. Talk to Taylor, say you know a guy that could patch up the bridge."

Sam laughed and said, "No, no, no. What if people started talking to me, thinking I was him? I don't even know how he acts, or if we even look that much alike."

"You do. You're like his freakin' doppelganger. I could tell you all of that, give you some background information." Jess at least hoped he would be able to offer that. Truthfully, he didn't know Dean that well, aside from what he saw when Dean had been dating Rory.

Sam sighed, seeing no other option than waiting until nightfall. "You really think we could pull this off?"

"Of course," Jess said, his tone not sounding too sure.

Sam glanced down at Jess and said, "Fine. Let's start this lesson." Sam hoped they really could pull this off. Jess didn't seem too sure of himself, and Sam wasn't sure if it was because Jess was worried about giving Sam good information, Sam's acting, or both.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and a female voice said, "Is anyone in there? I thought I heard voices!"