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Mimifoxlove: That's okay. I totally understand. Good luck with that. Yeah, I know this Sam is quite different from the one we all know and love, but since this is gonna be a series, I'm gonna cover that as I go along. I agree with you that education is important, but as stated earlier in the fic, Sam had been ordered to go to college, but didn't necessarily want to, so for him---in this universe at least---the scholarship's no big deal. No prob. I enjoyed it.

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Midnight.Heartbeat: New reviewer! Awesome! Thanks. Glad you like. Thanks for the pointer, but I think that the 'm' comes from 'magnetic' so it would be EMF. Thanks. I will. Hope this is soon enough.

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4everdreaming: New reviewer...I think. Good to see ya. Thanks. Uh, not quite what I was workin' with, but I'll take it into consideration. No guarantees though. Thanks. I will. Hope this is soon enough.

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DISCLAIMER

Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. Has some elemnts of the Pilot and Provenance episodes, along with a couple of lines from the Pilot that were just so dang good. Any information on black dogs is from the Supernatural Gate site.

That night, Sam, Jessica, and Dean were back at the highway. Sam and Dean were carrying guns, but Jessica was unarmed, much to Sam's unease.

"So, tell me again what we're doing here," Jessica requested.

"Well, we think we're dealing with a black dog, but we need to be sure," Sam replied.

"And if we are?" Jessica wondered.

"Rock salt/silver combo will smoke its' butt," Dean answered, cocking his gun.

"Really?" Jessica asked.

"Yeah. That's what I remember," Sam replied. They approached a railing. Suddenly, they heard growling.

"Sam?" Jessica asked nervously.

"It's here," Sam realized. He and Dean took defensive stances and pointed their weapons.

"Jess, I want you to get out of here," Sam stated.

"No," Jessica said.

"Jess---" Sam's voice trailed off as a black dog with sinister red eyes suddenly appeared. It growled.

"Run!" Sam shouted. The three took off, the dog hot on their trail. It began to bark. The brothers let out a shot. However, the canine kept coming.

"I thought you said it didn't attack!" Jessica cried.

"Run now, nitpick later!" Dean shouted. The three continued to run. Without even thinking, they each jumped the bridge railing. Sam panted and looked around from his position on the railing.

"Jess! Dean!" he called.

"Right here," his girlfriend replied. He looked to see her about two inches below him.

"Oh, thank God," he sighed in relief. "Dean!" he yelled.

"What?" came the annoyed question. Sam and Jessica looked down to see Dean lying in the mud.

"Hey! You okay?" the younger Winchester asked.

"Peachy keen, Pinky Lee," came the response. Sam laughed.

"Dude, you gotta stop watchin' Grease," he said, jumping down.

"Hey! You promised to never mention that!" his older brother exclaimed in mock-anger. Sam laughed again as he held out his arms for girlfriend to jump into. Then, the two sniffed the air.

"Dude, you smell like a toilet," Sam complained. Dean threw him a dirty look. They headed back for their hotel room, where Dean promptly entered the bathroom to take a shower. Meanwhile, Sam began looking around the room.

"What are you looking for?" Jessica asked.

"Coordinates. Mom and Dad often leave us a set if they have to leave us by ourselves," Sam replied.

"So you think they're not here?" Jessica queried.

"I really don't know. But it can't hurt to check," Sam answered. Jessica nodded. That made sense. Jessica looked at her watch.

"Wow. I didn't realize it was so late. You want me to grab us somethin' to eat?" she offered.

"Yeah. That'd be great," he responded. "Actually, you know what? Let me grab my cell and I'll go with you," he continued. He grabbed his cell phone, turned it on, and then crossed over to the bathroom door and opened it just enough so that his brother could hear him.

"Dean, Jess and I are gonna grab a bite, you want us to bring you anything?" he called.

"Burger, fries, and a coke!" came the answer.

"Okey-doke," Sam responded. Then, "That...wasn't supposed to rhyme." As he closed the door and turned away, he heard a faint chuckle.

"So, what does he want?" Jessica wondered.

"Oh, just his usual order of burger, fries, and a coke," Sam told her. Then they walked out of the hotel. They had only gone a little out of sight when Sam's phone rang. Surprised, he looked down at the number. It was Dean.

"Talk to me," the younger boy said.

"Dude, 5-0. Take off," his brother instructed.

"What about you?" Sam wondered. Jessica looked at him in confusion. What was going on?

"Yeah. They, uh, already kinda spotted me," Dean responded.

"Okay," Sam said. Then, he snapped his cell phone off.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Jessica asked.

"Cops. Come on. We gotta go," Sam replied. With that, he took her arm and led her away from the hotel. Meanwhile, Dean was taken down to the station.

"You're in a lot of trouble, boy," the sheriff told him.

"We talkin' 'forgot to clean my room' trouble or 'Daddy's comin' at me with a shotgun' trouble?" Dean quipped.

"This ain't no joke, boy. You've exhibited some awfully strange behavior," the sheriff stated.

"What are you talkin' about?" Dean wondered.

"Well, for starters, let's deal with your fake marshal badge and your fake credit cards. Is there anything about you that's real?" the sheriff asked.

"My boobs," Dean answered, smirking.

"I'm not playing around, boy," the sheriff snarled, slamming a hand on the desk. Dean didn't even flinch. "I want to know what you have to do with these attacks," the man continued.

"Right. 'Cuz I'm obviously Freddy Kruger," Dean said sarcastically.

"Fine, you won't talk to me about the attacks. Maybe you'll explain these to me," the sheriff stated. He threw two books onto the desk. Dean felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. It couldn't be. They wouldn't leave town without them. But it was. Dean knew it was. He and Sam had seen them and read them enough times to know what they were with their eyes closed. On the desk lay Mom and Dad's journals.