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Chapter 6

The Chevy Impala slowly pulled up to the Petersons' home, which was now completely engulfed with ambulances and police cars. The horrified neighbors stood behind the yellow crime scene tape, all shaking their heads.

"Oh now what?" Dean sighed.

"Maybe you should park around the corner." Sam suggested.

Dean drove passed the house and parked the car on the opposite side of the street. They quickly got out and ran up to the crowd of neighbors, pushing there way passed them to see what had happened. Dean glanced at two of the paramedics wheeling a stretcher covered up with a white sheet out of the home.

"Excuse me, do you know what's going on?" Sam asked.

"Jake Peterson was found dead just a while ago. I overheard the officer say it was a homicide." the middle-aged man replied.

Sam noticed Jake's dad being escorted out of the house by a police officer, his hands handcuffed behind his back. He made eye contact with the two boys, before his head was lowered into the patrol car. His eyes were pleading with theirs, as if to ask for their help.

"I personally think his father did it." a man said.

" I don't believe Dan would ever do that, I always thought he was such a nice and caring person." a woman chimed in.

Dean nudged Sam, bringing him out of his daze. "Let's go around to the back."

They carefully slipped out of the crowd and went around to the back of the house. They waited shortly behind the trees for the ambulances and police men to dissipate before they went in. Dean was surprised when he found that the backdoor was unlocked. Entering the house, Sam slowly shut the door behind them, making a small squeaking noise.

"What are you two doing here?" Kathy said, coldness radiating from her voice.

"What happened Mrs. Peterson?" Dean asked.

She gave no answer. Instead she just folded up a tissue, dabbing her eyes of the tears that would soon escape them. She seemed to be lost in thought, like she wasn't in her own body.

"My dad is a murderer, that's what happened."

Dean and Sam turned their attention to the doorway. Jake's younger brother Michael stood in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest. His face was enraged with anger, yet his eyes blinked harder than usual to keep the tears of sadness from rolling down his face.

"No, Mike, you've got it all wrong….." Dean said.

"Don't call me Mike! My name is Michael." The grief stricken teen ran off towards his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

"I'll go talk to him." Sam said, patting Dean's shoulder.

Dean causally walked over to the kitchen table and sat down next to Kathy.

"Mrs. Peterson, I know your husband didn't do this, I know he didn't kill Jake."

"Of course he did." Her hand make a tight fist around the sodden tissue. " I left for ten minutes, I asked for Dan to watch Jake for ten minutes while I was gone. When I came back, Jake was….he was…. Dan didn't do anything too…"

"It wasn't his fault, he didn't do this Mrs. Peterson, and you know it."

"I didn't want to believe he was back. He can't be back. Why couldn't he have taken me? why did he take my baby away from me? Away from us?"

"It's going to be okay Mrs. Peterson. My brother and I, were going to put an end to this."

"How?"

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Sam knocked on the bedroom door. "Hey Michael, its me Sam, can I come in?" Sam put his ear up to the door, only to hear sobs and sniffling from the boy inside.

When no answer came, he slowly opened the door. Michael laid sprawled out on his bed, his face towards the window. Sam walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, gently rubbing the boy's back. "It's going to be okay."

Michael quickly wiped the tears from his eyes, fixing them on Sam's. "I didn't mean to yell at your brother, its just that Jake was the only person I would allow call me Mike."

"Yeah, my brother does have a problem people's names." Sam said, smirking at the fact that Dean would continually call him Sammy against his wishes.

"God, I can't believe he's gone. He was my brother… you know. He would always tease me for smarter than him, or being younger, even though we're only 4 years apart. I was always jealous of him, he had the better looks, he could get any girl, he even had a closer relationship with our dad. We were like worlds apart, but at the end of the day he would be the one I'd go to for help. I would never admit it to him but….he was like my hero."

Sam let a smile form on his lips. Michael had just described the relationship he also shared with Dean.

"I didn't think …..my dad would ever…"

"Michael, your dad didn't kill your brother."

"Then who did huh? He was the only one here, he was the only one watching him. He went out to the shed and got the 4 bladed knife that we used for skinning deer when we went out hunting. Blood was found all over it, you would think the idiot could have cleaned it off and stashed it instead of leaving it beside the body. "

"No he didn't do this…it was someone else."

"Who?" Michael said, his tone sounded more demanding than a request.

"I…I can't tell you." Sam said, shaking his head.

"What? Why the hell not, I mean I deserve to know." Michael said, his eyes welling up with anger and tears.

"It was….Freddy Kruegar."

"Are you serious, Freddy Kruegar…man are you off your nut?"

"No, this isn't a joke. He killed your brother and your brother's roommate."

"What are you talking about, Dylan killed himself, and my dad killed Jake. This doesn't make any sense, Freddy Krueger isn't real and you know that."

"No, Michael its true I…"

"Get out."

"Michael, I'm just trying to help…"

"Just get out!"

Michael quickly stood up, pointing his index finger to the door. Sam hurriedly walked out the room, the slamming shut behind him. Sam walked in the kitchen, watching Dean trying to comfort Mrs. Peterson.

Dean's eyes met with Sam's, or they would have, but Sam kept his head drooped down, looking towards the floor.

"What happened Sam?"

"I told him the truth." Sam said, his voice almost inaudible.

"The truth, what truth?" Kathy said, quickly arising from her chair.

"About what really happened to Jake, and Dylan." Sam said.

"No, no you didn't! Please tell me your lying."

"Yeah Sam, you didn't tell him that Freddy Kruegar killed them did you?" Dean said, hoping that his brother's answer would be no.

"I had no choice but to tell him, he needed to know."

"I have already lost one son to that monster, and now you have just handed the other one over to him."

"What are you talking about?" Sam questioned.

"If Michael starts to believe in him, fear him, then he is just as good as dead."

"Mrs. Peterson, you know we would never let that happen, I told you he isn't going to hurt anyone else." Dean said.

"No! You two have just killed my other son. Get out of my house."

"Mrs. Peterson I….." Sam said, feeling remorse for what he has just done.

"Now!" She yelled.

Dean grabbed Sam's arm and led him out of the house. They quickly walked down the street to the Impala. Sam felt a small smack to the back of the head, making him wince in pain.

"Ouch, what the hell Dean." He said.

"How could you tell that kid that? now he is going to start believing in Freddy."

"I didn't think okay."

"Yeah that's right, you didn't think. Now you may have just cost that kid his life because of your ignorance."

"I'm sorry." Sam said, lowering his head to the ground once more.

Dean let out a small sigh. "Look, there isn't much time. We'll come back here tonight. Over my dead body will I let this son-of-a-bitch kill anyone else.