Syd leaned against the wall for support. Athlete she was not, and even she was impressed by her own bravery. The two men, who had come to save them, were also winded. Two tall, handsome guys had come to their rescue. Syd couldn't help thinking that maybe this all was a long, strange dream.

Knocking interrupted Syd's thoughts, and she let out a groan. Not this again, please, Syd thought as she prepped herself for the yelling that would surely follow. However, what followed was a wordless roar that nearly took Syd to her knees.

"Not a happy camper," the shorter one remarked, and the taller one threw him a look.

Syd couldn't restrain a small laugh, but she wasn't sure whether it was genuine amusement or nervous laughter. She calmed herself down with a few deep breaths then asked, "Either of you know what that thing is?"

"Not really," the tall one replied. "Thanks for your help out there. I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean."

"Oh, I'm Sydney. That's Charlie," Syd said as she gestured toward Charlie, who gave a small wave. "And that's Nick." As Syd introduced him, she noticed that Nick was acting strange. He also gave a small wave but overall looked uncomfortable at being introduced. Sam and Dean didn't seem to notice any awkwardness and were checking the barracades that Syd made.

"Has it tried to get in before?" Sam asked.

"Not really. Other than it screaming and banging at the door."

Dean was still looking around and almost stepped on a book. He bent down and picked it up.

"'Spells and Enchantments'," Dean said with a raised eyebrow, and he noticed another book on the table. "And… 'Sociopaths of the USA.' Quite the collection, don'tcha think?"

"She's a writer," Charlie spoke up. "That's why she has all of these… strange books."

"Says the one who reads romance novels," Syd quipped.

Dean and Sam shared a look before Charlie snapped back, "It's still better than psychopaths. I'll admit that it's still a sick fascination, but it's still better."

"I quite like this one," Nick interjected, holding up a copy of 'The Italian Tycoon's Blackmail Bride' as Syd put her hand in front of her face to hide her smirk.

"Well, thanks to one of my 'sick fascinations' I may have found out who our mystery man is."

"What?" Dean stopped snooping as he turned to Syd.

Syd walked over to the table and opened her laptop. Sam followed and watched as she brought up her saved webpage.

"At least that's what I think he is. There's an old urban legend in a town in Maryland. There was a doctor named Stephen Fletcher, whose wife was sick… and dying. So he started experiments to try to find a way to save her, and one of the things he brought to life was called 'The Goatman'.

Or at least that's how the story goes."

"Is there any way to stop it?" Sam asked, surprised at the information she found.

"Not really, but he's supposed to be carrying an axe. So we should definitely keep an eye out for that. Also it can mimic a person's voice, but I think it has to hear them say a phrase. It can even copy the tone, but when it tries to speak on its own… you'll know. It almost sounds like when people teach their dogs to speak words. It just doesn't sound right."

"But there's no info on how to keep it from busting in here like the kool-aid man," Dean commented snarkily from across the room.

"Oh yeah. Sorry. Couldn't help myself," replied Syd, looking over at Sam's pained expression and Dean's look of delight. "According to this, it can only get in if a door or window is unlocked."

"So as long as we stay here, it can't get us?" Charlie asked as Ollie the corgi jumped on the couch next to her looking for reassurance.

"In theory. And if he could, he most likely would have by now."

"Is there anything else?" Sam asked as though desperately trying to find a way out of this mess.

"I'm no Goatman expert, but it seems to be the most dangerous at night," Syd responded hesitantly. "We heard a crash. Was that you?"

"Yeah. Not our car. It was Ranger Daniel's. It's pretty much totaled."

"It got our car too. Tore one of the wheels right off. What happened to the ranger?"

Sam and Dean exchanged sad looks, and Syd's face fell as well. It would appear that he didn't make it.

"Well, we can decide what to do while we wait for the storm to settle down." Syd gestured to the only window not blockaded as thunder roared outside.