A/N: The song used in this chapter is the totally awesome "Helter Skelter" by The Beatles. :) It took me a while to decide which song to put in here... this one just seemed to fit best... even if it has nothing really to do with the story!

Eternal Dragon101: Thanks for the compliment on the Jersey Devil info... I guess it's pretty easy when you live in NJ and you've heard the story 100 times, right? lol. I was actually in Pennsylvania a few weeks ago and I mentioned something about it, and no one there had heard the legend before. They all turned to face me and were like, "Tell us!" :)

4supernaturalgirl: Don't worry, there's SO much more to come! And what are these spelling errors you speak of? Blasphemy! lol. Microsoft Word must be letting me down...

CHAPTER FIVE – STUPID IDEAS PAY OFF

"Maybe we should come back in the morning," Angela suggested warily as they walked through the woods back to the Leeds Cabin. "We'll have a better chance of seeing him."

"And risk someone else getting killed?" Dean asked as he repositioned the gas cans in his hands. "We finally got all of this crap, so I say we use it." The local stores had closed unexpectedly early, so they'd had to drive three towns away just to find what they needed.

Suddenly, a familiar ear-piercing shriek was heard from the distance.

"That's him," Sam recalled.

Angela shined her flashlight all around, hoping to find some glimpse of the monster before it could catch them off-guard. "Over there!" she said as she spotted the glowing yellow eyes.

"He's coming this way," Sam commented. "Dean, torch the place, now!"

"I'm on it…" Dean answered, pouring gasoline all over the foundation. "Good riddance," he muttered as he lit a match and tossed it, igniting what remained of the home.

Just then, the Devil stopped in its tracks and began to shriek again. However, this time, the cry sounded different. It sounded painful.

"Oh my God," Angela whispered, finally getting a good look at the long-famed Jersey Devil. "I can't believe it."

The Devil suddenly became engulfed in flames along with the house, and disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Nothing was left behind.

"That's it? Just like that?" Angela asked. "All these years… and now it really will be no more than a squirrel in the woods."

"How exactly are we going to put that out?" Sam asked, pointed at the still-flaming cabin.

"We won't," Dean replied as he pressed buttons on his cell phone. "Yeah, I'm calling to report a fire in the Pine Barrens. Near the Leeds' Cabin. Some crazed homeless guy." He hung up the phone. "Okay, let's get out of here before they show up and arrest us." They left.

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As they drove Angela back to her apartment, reports began to come in over the radio about the fire. The police were now looking for a mentally ill person, and were wondering if this occurrence possibly had anything to do with the murder of Jason Feldman.

"Maybe Bryan won't have to go to jail after all," Angela commented as they pulled into the parking lot. Everyone got out of the car.

"Well, bye," Sam said. "Thanks for all your help."

"No problem," Angela replied.

"One question," Sam asked, "If you don't believe the myths, how come you know so much about them anyway?"

"Well that's simple," Angela smirked. "I'm a nerd. Hey, I watch The X-Files. Did you really expect me to be the inept at this stuff?"

"True," Sam commented. "Too bad you have to go. We could use someone like you."

"I could come with you guys if you want me to," Angela suggested.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. I can't pay my bills anyway. Just let me get some stuff. It'll only take a minute." She hurried off into the apartment complex.

Dean smacked Sam on the back of the head.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"What the hell are you thinking? This is a stupid idea. Now we're gonna be stuck dragging a chick around."

"That chick happens to be a pretty good source of information for the kind of stuff we do," Sam reminded. "And based on how she reacted to the Jersey Devil, I don't think she's gonna be the type to squeal, run, and hide. We need a break from the routine. And besides, stupid ideas have been working out for us lately."

"How are we supposed to find the thing that killed mom with her here?"

"I don't think she'll mind. Hunting supernatural entities is basically what she's coming along to do," Sam said. "I know you'd rather have Chrissie Hynde, Dean, but seeing as she's like, 55…"

"Shut up," Dean ordered, not amused.

Angela re-emerged from the building with a duffel bag in one hand. "Okay. Let's go."

They walked over to the car and got in. Angela searched through her bag and took out her iPod.

"Good luck trying to hear that in here," Dean commented, pointing at his box of cassette tapes.

"Y'know, I've got an adapter for thisso it playsthrough tape decks," Angela commented.

"Really?" Sam asked. "How does that work, exactly?" He smirked at Dean, who sneered in return. It was obvious that his brother was trying to get on his nerves as much as possible.

Angela rummaged through her bag and took out what looked like a cassette tape with a wire sticking out of one end. She plugged the wire into her iPod and stuck the cassette into the tape deck. "Voila."

"Just like that?" Sam asked, observing the adapter. "Sweet."

"Isn't it?" Angela replied. She hit the play button, and the sound of electric guitars and blistering drums instantly filled the car.

When I get to the bottom, I go back to the top of the slide

Then I stop and I turn and I go for a ride

Then I get to the bottom and I see you again

Yeah yeah yeah…

Dean looked a bit puzzled when he heard the song.

"What?" Angela asked.

"I'm just surprised you're not an emo drone," Dean commented.

Angela made a gagging noise. "Please. I hate that crap. The closest thing to that that I'll listen to is My Chemical Romance, and that's only because they're home-boys."

"Huh?" Dean asked, entirely puzzled.

"It means they're from New Jersey," Angela replied. "Now can we stop talking and enjoy The Beatles?"

Do you, don't you want me to love you?

I'm comin' down fast, but I'm miles above you…

"I'd rather here the Mötley Crüe version…" Dean muttered.

Angela looked at him and raised her eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"He's a metalhead," Sam advised.

"Oh…" Angela said. "You have a lot to learn, my friend."

"Great," Dean mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer

You may be a lover, but you ain't no dancer

Helter Skelter

Helter Skelter

Helter Skelter…

A/N: More to come! I know it might sound stupid to have a girl tag along, just a few weeks after the episode where Sarah refused to tag along with Sam and Dean... but I've had this idea in my head a while before that, honest. Just wondering, did anyone get the slight in-joke about the "blistering drums"? At the end of Helter Skelter, the Beatles' drummer Ringo Starr shouts out, "I've got blisters on my fingers!" so I just put that in there as a stupid little thing. :)