Chapter X

This is a fairly long chapter so... enjoy!

Two days later, Andrea was released from the hospital. When she got to the motel and saw her car, she ran over and hugged it.

"Oh, I missed you!" she said hugging the car.

Dean looked at Sam. "Maybe we should have left her at the hospital for a few more days."

"Ha ha Dean." Andrea rolled her eyes. "When you're stuck in the hospital with only soap operas to watch you want to get out of there. But I didn't have my car."

"Winny."

They didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"What is it Kyle?"

"You never called me that morning. Your brothers said you were sick."

"Got a problem with that?"

"No. You going to help me?"

"Put you in a coffin? Be glad to."

"You know that's not what I meant."

The three siblings turned around to face him.

"Listen Kyle." Andrea sighed. "I'm in the middle of something. I'll deal with your problem once I finish the first one."

"Which means you never will."

"Kyle, get your head out of your ass. I'll call you when I have time."

Kyle chuckled before leaving.

"I'm really starting to hate that guy." Dean said.

"Try spending two years with him in Baghdad. The only way to get away from him was to be wounded badly enough to go home or die." Andrea smiled. "Or kill him. The third options probably the best."

Dean and Sam laughed.

"Now I'm going to take a shower. I reek of the hospital."

While Andrea cleaned herself up, Sam searched the internet for things on the Jersey Devil and Dean looked in their father's journal.

Dean sighed and closed the journal. "Nothing in dad's journal."

"I think I might have something."

Andrea had stepped out of the shower with a pink and black bath towel over her hair and fresh clothes.

"The legend?"

Sam nodded.

Dean stared at her. "You bring your own towels?"

"Yeah. You don't know what people have done with those ones. I don't plan on finding out."

"Anyways, legend has it that a woman was pregnant with her thirteenth child. When she was in labor on a stormy night she cursed the child saying "Let this child be a devil." She forgot the curse when a boy came out. It then started to mutate.

"The head changed into a bat's, long dark wings sprouted from his shoulder blades, the legs got long and thin with hoof-like feel. His fingers grew into claws and eyes glowed yellow. After letting out an ear piercing scream it busted through the roof and flew into the night."

Andrea was untangling her messed up black hair with a brush. "What was the name of that lady?"

"Wasn't it Mrs. Shoultz or Mrs. Reeds or something?" Dean tried to remember.

"It's Mrs. Leeds or Mrs. Shrouds depending on the version of the legend." Sam told them.

"I think I might know someone who can help us with this. She knows more about it than us combined." Andrea pulled out a laptop from the bottom of her duffel bag.

She hooked up a webcam to the top of the computer and set it on the table. It chimed to life as she IMed someone. Frankie's upper body popped onto the screen. Her blue eyes were sullen and her red hair fell into them.

"Andrea!" Frankie laughed. "What's going on?"

"So that's Frankie." Dean smirked. She's not a bad looking woman.

Frankie's eyes shifted to the boys. "Who are they?"

"My brother's Sam and Dean."

"You guys don't really look alike. Did you want something?"

"To ask you some questions." Sam said.

Frankie focused back on Andrea. "Would you rather date Orlando Bloom or Johnny Depp?"

"Well Togo (guy from CSI: Miami) but Orlando's good too."

Frankie got up and looked the bedroom door.

"What was that?" Dean asked.

"It's a code. We ask that and if you answer Orlando Bloom it's related to a hunt, Johnny means it's not." Andrea grinned.

Frankie came back onto the screen and sat down at the desk. "What is it?"

"The Jersey Devil… what do you know about it?" Dean was the one to ask.

Frankie looked at Andrea.

Andrea looked at her with concern. "I know it's a bad time and a sore topic but… we need to know."

"It's alright. What do you need to know?"

"Whatever you know."

"Alright. Summer has just started so that means so did its hunting. It hides in some place dark and damp, usually a cave. When it wakes up it eats everything er… person that it sees and than stores the remaining victims for when it hibernates. Here's the kicker: it has human followers that grab most of the victims and stores them. Normally the followers are older than twenty. That really doesn't narrow it down."

"How do you kill it?" Sam asked.

"Well it has a fascination with fire. You can lure it in with fire. That's it's biggest down fall. You can burn it or a gold knife to the heart. Only two ways you can kill the damn thing."

"I've never seen a gold knife." Andrea said.

"They are expensive and very rare. Not many hunters know about them. I have a few connections to people who make them." Frankie's eyes dropped to the marks on Andrea's neck. "It attacked you. That's why you were in a hurry."

She nodded.

Frankie leaned in closer, her eyes seeming empty. "Remember Andy… it never forgets your scent. It'll always be after you now. It will never stop hunting you. I want to help you find it. I'll be there tomorrow."

With that Frankie disconnected.