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Chapter 4
Dean pulled up in front of the apartment complex, he put the car in park and shut off the engine.
"What are we doing back here? I thought he left with his mom an hour ago." Sam said.
"Well we have to go in and find some letter or whatever so we can get the address to his parents house. So get out your lock-picking kit." Dean said, shutting the door of the impala.
Dean walked down the main hall with Sam closely following behind him. They stopped when they noticed a man in his late 30's coming out of Jake's apartment. Dean pretended to take out his keys and open one of the doors on the right, as Sam tucked the lock-picking kit into his back pocket. The man was holding a small box that rattled when he walked. Dean gave him a nod of hello when he noticed that the man looked distressed and rushed passed him without recognition.
"Boy he must be in a hurry." Dean huffed.
As soon as the man left, they continued down the hall to Jake's apartment. Sam picked the lock and carefully opened the door. Dean walked in first, surveying the room up and down.
"You go check his room, I look around out here."
Sam walked down he small corridor. The small 'Genius at work' door hanger on the knob clicked as he opened the door to his left. The room was clean and ineradicable, containing only a desk and a bed. Sam could see the remnants of blood stains beneath the desk. He realized that he was in Dylan's room. Feeling the disquietude of the room, Sam walked out shutting the door behind him. He then tried the door on the right. The room was very disheveled and askew, as a boy's room in college would be. Sam looked around at the posters of cars and women, fumbling with the small bobble-head of Payton Manning on the nightstand, almost knocking it over when he heard a crash come from the kitchen.
Dean…
He quickly left the room to find Dean standing over a box of, now broken, shot glasses.
"Um, why don't you clean this up while I go to the bathroom." Dean said, putting on his most sheepish 'sorry' face.
Sam shook his head as he walked into the kitchen to grab the broom. He bent down and swept the broken iridescent pieces of glass onto an envelope that was on the counter. After brushing the envelope off into the trash, Sam noticed an address in the corner, from Mr. And Mrs.
Peterson. He folded up and tucked it into his pocket.
Dean was his hands and dried them with the towel. He rubbed his temples, feeling a slight headache starting to appear.
"I wonder if this guy has any aspirin." Dean said, slowly opening the medicine cabinet. Two small bottles fell out and onto the floor. Dean bent down , picking them up he read the label.
"No Z's ?"
Dean looked at the bottle with confusion. He glanced down into the trash can next to the bathtub, it was filled with these small pill bottles. He flicked off the light and went into the kitchen to meet up with Sam.
"Hey I got the address, lets go. What's that your holding?" Sam said ,pointing the small blue bottle in Dean's hand.
"There caffeine pills. Why would he be taking these?"
"Well your up late a lot studying in college Dean, maybe he was using them so he wouldn't fall asleep in class."
"Yeah maybe, or maybe so he wouldn't fall asleep at all." Dean said, rolling the bottle between his fingers.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Sam asked.
"Never mind, we have to get to that house."
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Three knocks rapped on the door of the small house. A women with light brown hair answered the door, her eyes red from crying. "May I help you?"
"Uh yes, we're friends of Jake's. Is he around?" Sam asked.
"He's resting right now, could you come back later?"
"Mom, let them in." A voice called from the couch.
"Alright, but just for a few minutes." She said, opening the door wider to let the boys in.
"Thank you." they said in unison.
They walked over to the long couch where Jake lay with his eyes closed. They were shocked to see that his cheek had a large white bandage on it, small blood drops started to seep through. Sam sat down on the floral-print loveseat, his eyes still locked on Jake.
"Um, can I get you boys something to drink? Lemonade perhaps?" Kathy said.
"Yeah that'll be great, thank you." Dean said with a smile. Dean sat down next to Sam as she left the room. Jake rolled over on the couch, a slight grimace crossed his face from the pain. Dean noticed another bottle of No Z's along with aspirin on the table next to glass of water.
"So Jake, what happened?" Sam asked.
"Oh you mean this? " He said, pointing to the bandage. " He did it."
"He, he who?"
"I don't like to say his name out, hell, no one does."
Dean slid over the paper pad and pen next to Jake. "Could you write it down for us?"
Jake nodded as he took the pen in his hand, but then slowly lowered it back onto the table.
"You know, I still don't believe in him. But the dreams, they are so real."
"Dreams ..what dreams?" Sam questioned.
"He's just not in my dreams anymore, he's everywhere, at school, at home. Sooner or later I'll have to stop running, these damn things aren't going to last forever." He said, throwing down the pill bottle.
Kathy entered the room with a tray of lemonade and set it down on the table. She sat down in the chair across from the couch. "So, I guess Jakey has told you about the accident, out in the shed."
Dean and Sam exchanged glances. "Accident?"
"Mom, don't lie to them. This wasn't an accident and you know it."
"Oh honey your delusional. He had an accident earlier today with one of his Dad's power tools."
"Kathy, I think it's time we tell him the truth."
Kathy swallowed hard as she looked back out her husband. The brothers recognized the man that had entered the room. He was the one they passed earlier back at Jake's apartment.
"Tell me what Dad?" Jake asked.
"Son, we know who killed your roommate Dylan, and who has done this to your face."
"How do you know?" Jake said incredulously.
"Because our friends were killed by his hands also."
"Who killed them?" Dean asked.
"Freddy." Kathy said in almost a whisper.
"Wait, as in 'The' Freddy, Freddy Krueger?" Dean said with utter disbelief.
"I know it sounds crazy but, thirteen years ago is when he came. He killed my friends one by one, until we found away to send his ass back to hell. He took my life away from me once, I'm not going to let him get my son." he said with anger.
"It's okay Dad." Jake soothed.
"So is that why you take the caffeine pills? To stay wake?"
"Well yeah. As long as your awake he can't get you."
Dean made a grunt at the fact that they were actually being serious. He would've have told them that they were crazy if Sam hadn't nudge him to shut up.
"Well we better be going." Sam said. They boys thanked them as they let out of the door.
"Don't fear him, that's the worst thing you can do." Jake's father called after them.
After five minutes of silence, Dean finally spoke up. " Those people are nuts, I mean Freddy Kruegar? C'mon that's ridiculous."
"But it does make sense Dean if you think about it."
"How, in what way does it make sense?"
Sam pulled out the envelope that was incased in his pocket. " Look at Jake's address, 1428 Elmstead, Freddy Kruegar lived at 1428 Elm."
"Yeah Sam, in the movies. That isn't real life, he's a fictional character."
"Remember what I said about things being real just because people believed in them, I think that is the same deal here."
"Okay let's say I believe that 'Freddy Kruegar' is doing this. Why is has he started back up again after thirteen years?"
"Revenge, he as getting back at the Petersons for sending him back to hell. So now he is going after their son."
"Why doesn't he just go after them?"
"That I don't know yet."
"Yeah well I say we go back the motel and do some 'research' " Dean said with sarcasm.
"We have to hurry though, I have a feeling that those pills will be running on empty real soon."
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