The clock in the Impala read 1:07 A.M. as Sam and Dean sat outside 91 W. Olivetree Drive. Dean's EMF meter sat at the ready on the seat between him and Sam.
"What are we packing?" asked Sam, eyeing the overstuffed dufflebag at his feet. Dean looked down at the bag, too.
"Everything, who knows what shape this freak is gonna take." Sam nodded and looked over at the dark house accross the street. The brothers sat silently for awhile. Sam's voice cut through the silence finally.
"Remember not do let it get to you, Dean." Dean chuckled.
"Yeah right."
Sam looked at him gravely. "I'm serious, you remember what it said about the Boogeyman."
Dean smirked. "I can't even hear the damn thing's name without laughing much less be bothered by it."
"Regardless, just be careful," urged Sam.
Dean laughed again and looked out the window."Yeah yeah, you too."
Sam looked at his brother for a few seconds then looked up at the house. This time, something caught his attention. A shadowy fog floated over the roof of the house and up to one of the windows. Before Sam could point it out to Dean, the EMF meter between them hummed to life and flashed it's red lights. Dean looked at the clock: 1:12 A.M. He quickly looked at Sam and jumped out of the car. Sam followed suit, throwing the dufflebag over his shoulder as he ran up the steps to house number 91. Dean slammed his booted foot against the front door, completely throwing it off it's hinges. He and Sam got to the foot of the stairs when they heard a child scream. They ran up the stairs and into the room the scream was coming from. A little girl sat up in her bed, terror-stricken by a creature not seen in anything other than one's worst nightmares. Sam quickly ran over and put his hand over the young girl's eyes.
"It's ok." he whispered. He picked up the young girl, hiding her face in his jacket. Dean was already searching through the dufflebag for an appropriate weapon to use.
"Sam!" he yelled. "Get them outside!" Sam came accross a worried mother in the hallway.
"What's going on!?" she shrieked.
"It's alright, come with me." He took her hand and lead her down the stairs and out of the house. Dean chose a shotgun from the dufflebag. He cocked the gun as he stood up and pointed it straight at the being in front of him. The second his eyes fell upon the creature, it's shape changed completely. Dean stood frozen as he stared, gun raised, at Sam.