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Chapter 7

Silence. The entire trip back to the crummy motel was spent in silence. Every now and then Sam would glance over at Dean, then quickly turn away. The look that Dean had on his face was the one Sam hated the most, the look of disappointment. Sam wished his brother would say something… anything, he would even settle for a "Sammy" or two, but there was just an uneasy silence.

Sam unlocked the door to the room. Dean quickly pushed his way past him, knocking him back into the wall. Sam disregarded it, knowing that it wasn't best to pick a fight with Dean while he was upset. Dean plopped down on his bed and unlaced his boots.

"Sam, I'm going to catch some z's before we leave tonight. Try not to mess anything else up." He laid his head down on the fluffed pillow, slowly shutting his eyes.

Sam nodded, a little taken back by the comment. " I'll be in the shower."

"I don't think you can wash away the guilt Sam."

That struck a nerve, which made Sam turn toward his brother's direction. " I said I was sorry Dean, you think its easy to know that I may have killed some else."

"Someone else? What are you talking about?" Dean said, sitting up in his bed.

"You know what I'm talking about. Jess was killed because of me, and now I may have killed Michael too."

Oh no, not this again.

"Sam how many times do I have to tell you, that whole thing with Jessica wasn't your fault."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "You know what…maybe your right."

Dean cocked his head to the side. "I am?"

Sam walked over and sat down on the edge of Dean's bed. "Yeah I mean, maybe she died for a reason."

"What? Why would you say that?" Dean said, his face scrunching up with confusion.

"Maybe…they deserved to die. You know, anything that dies by fire had to be evil in some way." Sam said, his hands trembling with hostility.

Dean grabbed Sam by the collar of his shirt. " What is a matter with you?"

"Speaking of fire…."

Sam clamped the glove of protruding knives onto Dean's cheeks, bringing his face closer to his. "Mommy sends her love." He said in a deep and evil voice.

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Dean bolted up, almost falling out of his bed. Sam glanced over at him from the laptop, noticing that he was panting and sweating profusely.

"Bad dream?"

Dean wiped his hand across his face, convincing himself that it was just a dream. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure, you look pretty out of it. What were you dreaming about?"

"It was nothing, just a nightmare."

"Nightmare?" Sam echoed, a new look of concern washing over his face. " It wasn't him was it…Freddy?"

"No way, are you kidding?"

"It's just a question Dean."

"No, it wasn't him."

Sam was still unconvinced, but he decided to take Dean's word for this time. "Okay, if your sure."

Dean glanced at the clock, it was 9 p.m. "We have to get back to that house. I'm going to wash my face and then we can go."

Sam smelled a strong smell as Dean passed him on his way towards the bathroom. It smelled a lot like rotten eggs.

Sulfur….why does Dean smell like sulfur?

Dean flicked on the light of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He splashed the cold water on his face, trying to shake the dream that played over and over in his head. He stared at himself in the mirror.

He can't be real. I don't believe it….I won't believe it.

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Michael flipped his lucky coin between his fingers, his brother had given it to him for his birthday. He hadn't moved from his bed for the past couple of hours. As much as he wanted to get rid of them, the words still played back and forth in his head.

Freddy Kruegar…what a bunch of bull.

The window suddenly open, and the frigid night air rushed into the room. Michael accidentally dropped the coin, which rolled underneath his bed. He got up and shut the window, checking to make sure nothing was on the other side of it. He realized he had dropped his prize possession and bent down to retrieve it. Sticking his arm under the bed to feel around for it, he felt the cold metal and began to pull at it. When it didn't budge, he began to pull harder. He managed to pull a shiny metal blade out from underneath the bed. Fear formed on his face as he lifted the comforter, revealing the man that he had only heard stories about.

"Surprise." Freddy said with and evil grin.

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Michael screamed out for his mom. She burst in the door, taking hold of her petrified son.

"Mom, he's real. I didn't want to believe them, but it's true. He killed Jake didn't he? Please mom don't let him take me too."

"Shh Michael, its going to okay, no one is going to hurt you." Kathy soothed.

Your not taking him. You'll have to get through me first.