A/N: Since you guys were so nice with the reviews, here's the next chapter :)

historylover: Glad you thought that part was funny. I don't think I'm that good at writing certain Dean dialogue, so I'm happy that I succeeded at that part!

PadFootCc: Wow, thanks for reading my profile. I have too many quotes, don't I? lol. ...You've seen Spamalot? Lucky! I wanted to got to that so badly... the original place that song was from was from the movie "Monty Python's Life Of Brian."

Eternal Dragon101: Nice, I've got Jersey readers! ...But now there's the pressure to make sure the legend plays out well!

I Heart TinkerBell: Another Jersey reader! In answer to your question, I don't say "joisey." I agree with what it says on the "you know you're from South Jersey when..." list, where it says "you think we should sell 'joisey' to New York for 25 cents." lol.

CHAPTER THREE – THE SEARCH FOR INFORMATION

"Dude, how could you not know a single thing about the Jersey Devil?" Dean asked as they drove to the Woodrow house.

"It wasn't exactly required learning material at Stanford," Sam replied, not taking his eyes off the computer screen. "This site that waitress told me about has information on just about every unexplained phenomenon in the entire state… but I can't find anything on the Jersey Devil."

"Snopes?" Dean asked.

"Already checked. Nothing," Sam replied.

"Well, here's the basics. The 'Mother Leeds' that your waitress was talking about was basically the Jersey Devil's old lady," Dean explained. "She'd already had twelve children when-"

"This bastard came along as unlucky thirteen," Sam finished.

"Exactly. Legend varies that he was either born looking like a devil or turned into one right after. And then it's basically your average campfire story. Evil monster, kills everyone, still lurks in the woods waiting to strike. And according to this kid, he did."

They pulled over to the side of the road and got out of the car. Dean rang the doorbell as soon as they'd walked up to the Woodrow house.

"Hello?" Came the answer from the teenage boy who opened the door.

"Bryan?" Sam asked.

"Yeah."

"I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean. We're really sorry about what happened to your friend."

"Look, if Tony sent you over here, you can tell him that I'm not in the mood for any more ridicule…" Bryan started.

"We're not here to ridicule you," Dean interrupted. "We don't even know Tony. We're… uh…"

"We're from Pennsylvania," Sam stated. "Just down for the weekend… what we're really curious about is this whole thing with the Jersey Devil."

Bryan rolled his eyes. "You've come to laugh at me too, haven't you? Just like Tony. Look, I know what I saw out there…"

"We're not saying you're wrong," Dean said. "In fact, we think you're right."

"You do?" Bryan asked, perplexed.

"We've seen a lot of weird stuff, Bryan. Only, we don't know a lot about the Jersey Devil. We thought maybe you could tell us something," Sam suggested.

Bryan was silent for a minute, apparently contemplating his choices. "Come in," he finally mumbled, stepping aside.

They sat down in the living room. "So, what do you know about the Jersey Devil?" Dean asked.

"Well, to start, there was this woman, Mother-"

"Uh, yeah, Mother Leeds, 13th child, evil bastard, kills everyone- we know that part. What else?" Dean asked.

"Well… it varies from there. It's an urban legend, y'know? A lot of people have claimed to have seen the thing. I think there was even this one guy about 100 years ago who said he shot it… so I guess bullets don't work," Bryan explained.

"What did you see?" Sam asked.

"It wasn't as tall as I'd thought a demon would be… he was probably like 5'9" or 5'10". He had wings, sharp teeth, and long fingernails… I don't know if there was a tail or not. But he had these eyes, these glowing yellow eyes…" Bryan stopped for a minute. "I've never been so scared. I hid behind a tree while I let it slaughter my own best friend. I'd always thought it was just a story, y'know… and then all of a sudden, it's real. And it had this shriek, too. I can't explain what it sounded like. It was sort of a human scream, but it was warped or something. It's a bone-chilling noise. I don't think I'll ever go in the woods again."

"Where exactly did it happen?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. It was dark. Wherever the crime scene markers are, I guess. But I doubt you'll find him there. According to the legend, he lives all over the Pine Barrens."

"Where's that?" Sam asked.

Bryan pointed to a framed map of South Jersey that was hanging on the wall. "The dark green area."

"Holy crap," Dean said when he saw the size of it.

"There's gotta be somewhere more specific," Sam reasoned. "Why would it choose such a big area?"

"That's where the Leeds cabin was apparently. Somewhere in there. No one's really been able to pinpoint it. Maybe he can't either," Bryan suggested.

"Looking for home?" Sam wondered.

"Possibly… explains the roaming, anyway. But there's gotta be some other motive for killing people," Dean commented.

"Well, he's a devil. What else is he gonna do?" Bryan asked.

"You've seen too many horror movies. Real demons are different, they usually go after livestock and stuff… it just doesn't fit," Dean explained, perplexed.

"Anything born in a hell hole is probably gonna be extra evil," Sam stated.

"'Extra evil?' Well, thanks for that educated observation, college boy," Dean taunted.

"What do you guys do, anyway?" Bryan asked.

"Thank you for your time, Bryan," Dean interjected. "We have to go now."

Sam followed Dean outside and into the Impala. "Wow, that wasn't suspicious at all," he said sarcastically.

"How much daylight do we have left?" Dean asked.

"About… three hours. Why?"

"I think we should go check out the crime scene."

"What? Dean, how do you knowthis thingdoesn't only come out at night? And if we run into it, how are we gonna kill it? We'll be defenseless out there unless we get more information!"

"We've got shotguns, flare guns, wooden stakes… something's gotta work."

"All of those are for other things! Zombies, Wendigos, Vampires- sure, we'd have a shot. But we have no idea what to do against this."

"I guess we're gonna have to take a chance."

Sam groaned. "If you get me killed out there…"

"You'll come back and haunt my ass, yeah yeah yeah. Quit stealing my lines," Dean said as they pulled away.

……………………………………………

"So this is where it happened, huh?" Sam said as he stared at the area the yellow police tape enclosed. Some of the leaves still had blood on them.

"Why were they going to a party in the woods, anyway?" Dean asked.

"Beats me. But judging by all the beer cans we've seen lying around here, it's probably a Jersey thing," Sam said as he turned back to the crime scene.

"Look at that," Dean noticed.

"What? Where?" Sam asked. Dean reached across the tape and picked up what looked like a flattened gray pebble.

"Guess the forensics missed this one," Dean said, examining it.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"My guess… a fingernail," Dean said.

"That's gross."

"Hey, maybe if we can get someone to run tests on this, we can learn something about what we're up against."

Suddenly, they heard a loud, ear-piercing shriek. Knowing what it most likely meant, Sam and Dean scanned the area pensively.

"Where's it coming from?" Dean asked.

"There!" Sam said, pointing over to a tree in the distance. Something winged darted behind it. Dean got a gun ready. "What should I use?" Sam asked.

"I dunno, pick something!" It came back into view. Dean shot at it, but it was far too fast to be hit. "Dammit!" he said. "Did you get it?"

"No," Sam answered. "If it's gonna continue to be this fast, I think we should get out of here before we're bait."

"Maybe you're right…" Dean started. "There!" he shot at it again. This time, both brothers were certain that it had been hit, but there was no reaction. "I have no idea what I'm doing. Run!" Dean shouted. They took off.

It wasn't until they were back in the Impala that they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you think if I keep this, it'll be like a rabbit's foot or something?" Dean asked, examining the fingernail once again.

"Judging by the fact that the Devil appeared right after you picked it up, I don't think so," Sam replied.

"You're probably right," Dean said, putting it in his pocket.

"I told you going in there was a stupid idea," Sam muttered.

"Well, do you have a better one?" Dean asked irately.

"Yeah," Sam replied. "Ask the waitress at the diner for help."

A/N: If you guys from Jersey have heard different versions of the Jersey Devil legend, I'm sorry the one I'm using isn't the same, but I searched around, and there's so many different variations. Some parts later in the storyI had to make up, just to go with the plot. (Nothing majorly changing the legend though, so don't worry.) But hey, didn't I get the thing about parties in the woods right? And how many beer cans are just left lying around out there? There's gotta be about 50 in the patch of woods behind my house alone...