A/N: Thanks once again for the reviews! This chapter is a bit longer... I guess I should've pointed out before, for the sake of all the Jersey readers, that the Jersey Devil legend isn't the main center of this story. It just gets everything going. So there will be much, much more to come. :)

WinchestersGirl: Aw, man, I totally forgot about the wooden stakes thing! I wrote that chapter before the episode aired, but still, I read over it, and I should've caught that. Well, props to you for reading so thoroughly. :)

Ashley: I'm actually surprised no one's done the Jersey Devil before. It's such a big thing here that sometimes I forget that the rest of the country doesn't know much about it.

CHAPTER FOUR - ANSWERS

"Alright, so you go in and talk to her, and I'll see if there's any place in the yellow pages that'll do forensic tests or something," Dean said.

"Good luck," Sam muttered, smirking slightly.

"Just go," Dean grumbled.

"Can I help you with something?" A man, presumably the manager, asked Sam as he walked into the diner.

"Uh, yeah. I was wondering if I could talk to…" he finally spotted her. "…her," he finished, pointing over at the same waitress he'd talked to the day before.

"I'm pretty sure she's free…" the manager replied. "Angela? Angela, there's someone who wants tospeak to you."

She walked over almost immediately. "You again," she said as soon as she noticed Sam.

"Hey," Sam said.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

"The Jersey Devil. I checked the website you told me to, and they've got nothing."

"Really? Did you look everywhere? It sort of hard to come upon."

"Oh. Well…" Sam admitted that he hadn't combed through the entire site.

"The article's under Unexplained Phenomena," Angela informed. She turned to walk away.

"I don't want to go back to a website; I came to talk to you," Sam said, stopping her from leaving.

"Why do you care so much about a stupid urban legend, anyway? Something tells me you'd have a much better time down the shore…"

"I'm not a 'shoobie,'" Sam said. "I'm from Kansas."

"You came all the way from Kansas just to learn about the monster in our woods?"

"…Yeah. Sort of. Look, this is just what I do. My brother and I, we travel across the country to stop these things."

"Stop them? What are you, exorcists? Witches? Priests?"

"Just Good Samaritans," Sam answered. "And since you're a descendant of the Leeds family, we'd appreciate it if you could offer us some insight."

Angela looked over at her boss. "I need the rest of the day off. I'll make it up later." She took off her change apron. "C'mon, let's go."

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When they approached the car, Dean was already sitting in the drivers' seat. Sam suspected that he'd never actually left to find a phone book. He climbed in, and Angela followed.

"Dean, this is Angela Leeds. She's gonna teach us about the Jersey Devil," Sam introduced.

"Angie, cool," Dean said, not even looking at her as he started the car.

"So, how do you kill it?" Sam asked.

"I dunno," Angela replied.

Dean groaned. "Great…"

"No one does. There's accounts where people have seen him shot, burned, electrocuted… but he never dies," Angela explained.

"Perfect," Dean muttered. "So where are we headed to?" he asked as they started to pull out of the parking lot.

"I can show you where the Leeds cabin used to be if you want."

"What is it, like a family secret or something?"

"No… a lot of people know where it is now, they've just never published it."

"So, what's the real story behind the whole thing? Was he born a devil?" Sam asked.

"Just because my name is Leeds doesn't mean I magically know everything about this," Angela reminded. "You know, back then, any child with a physical disability was thought to have been born to a witch."

"Mother Leeds was a witch?" Dean asked.

"Some versions of the legend say that. But most say that she didn't have anything to do with what her son was born as."

"So he killed her for no reason at all," Sam mumbled.

"No, he didn't kill her," Angela stated.

"He-" Dean looked over at Angela for the first time since she'd gotten in the car. "He didn't?"

"You got the gory version of the legend. Traditionally, the only things he kills are chickens and stuff like that. Livestock, y'know."

"Now that sounds more like a demon," Dean stated. "So what made him switch to red meat all of a sudden?"

"You really believe that this is what killed Jason Feldman?" Angela asked.

"You don't?" Sam asked her.

"People say anything they see or hear in the woods is the Jersey Devil. I think it's just an interesting bit of folklore. Nothing more."

"One to which you're forever bound," Sam commented.

"The Leeds were one of the first to settle in South Jersey. The Jersey Devil could've been from an entirely different family, but our name was just more well-known. Personally, I think Mother Leeds, whoever she was, had a kid with some kind of birth defect, and once people saw it, they proclaimed it as a demon. And now whenever a squirrel runs by, the Jersey Devil is at it again."

"Well, think again, because we saw it yesterday," Dean said.

"What?"

"We went to look at the crime scene, and there it was. It moved real fast, and you're right, you can't shoot it. But it was definitely a demonic creature of some kind. Wings, claws, and all."

Angela was silent for a minute. "What sort of things have you guys seen, anyway?"

Sam laughed. "Where should we begin? There's Bloody Mary, the Hook Man, Women in White, Zombies… and those are just the urban legends."

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"Alright, it's just a little ways into this patch of woods," Angela informed as they got out of the car.

"Dean, can I talk to you for a minute?" Sam asked.

"Sure," Dean replied, heading around to the other side of the Impala.

"What was with you in the car back there?"

"What?"

"You know what I mean. The way you looked at Angela when you finally thought it might help to acknowledge her."

"Well… have you seen her?" Dean asked.

Sam looked over to where she was waiting for them. "So she's not tall, blonde, and brainless. What do you care?"

"Well, I figured if you were gonna get a waitress to help us, you could at least get a hot waitress. Y'know, like Chrissie Hynde in that Pretenders video."

"You think Chrissie Hynde is hot?" Sam asked.

"Uh…"

Sam rolled his eyes. "C'mon, let's just go."

Sam and Dean walked back over to meet Angela, who led them to the location of the cabin. The only things left of it were a few bricks and some boards of wood from the foundation.

"Do you have any idea why the family moved out?" Dean asked.

"My guess is that city life was just more prosperous," Angela replied.

"Or they were being terrorized by Cousin Beelzebub," Sam commented.

"It only ate animals, remember?" Dean said. "Just like all other demons in folklore. …Why would it change its diet now all of a sudden?"

"Maybe it was angry at Jason Feldman for something," Sam suggested. "Perhaps it was revenge."

"Or maybe there's just no chickens around here any more," Angela pointed out.

"Really? I thought this was the garden state," Dean said.

"It used to be. Before developers ripped out every garden they saw and planted a house."

"Urbanization," Sam realized. "It's closing in on the Pine Barrens. If this thing's gonna survive, it needs to eat something. And we're just the only species left."

"If that's the case, then we'd better stop it before more people die," Dean said.

"How?" Angela asked. "No one knows what kills it."

"Any ideas?" Dean asked. They all stood there silently, pondering.

Sam turned back to look at the cabin again. "Do you think this house has any kind of connection to him?"

"Like what?" Dean asked.

"Well, I was just thinking how easy it would be if the Jersey Devil was a ghost- all we'd have to do is burn his bones. But since he's not… what if something else has the same kind of ties to him?" Sam suggested.

"So you want to burn the cabin?" Dean asked.

"Sure, if it would work."

"There are actually some stories that say this house was built on a spiritual stronghold of some kind," Angela commented.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"I dunno. Some people say that the place is what turned the 13th Leeds child into a demon, not what his mother said."

"What did his mother say?" Sam asked.

"While she was in labor, she was so tired of it all that she shouted out, 'let this one be the devil!'" Angela explained.

"Maybe she was a witch after all," Sam wondered. "And she used whatever force the house was built on to cast a spell on her son."

Dean took out his EMF meter and held it over the cabin plot. The fluctuations were immense. "You know, at first I thought it was a stupid idea…" he said, showing them the screen on the meter. "But, this is good enough for me. C'mon, we've got gas cans to buy."

A/N: Pointless random bit of trivia: The Pretender's video I was referring to in the chapter is "Brass in Pocket." I saw it on I Love The 80s and just randomly decided to put in a joke about it. :)