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DISCLAIMER

Supernatural belongs to the CW and NOES belongs to Wes Craven. I only own characters you don't recognize. References to the first and third NOES movies. There is one swear word, but only 'cuz the situation calls for it. I realize that having the doctor sign the patients out is unrealistic, but I need it for the story. And I know I didn't say it, but Nancy brought stuff with her to battle Freddy, which she stashed in Sam and Dean's hotel room. Meg alert. Nicki Aycox is on Criminal Minds.

A little while later, Dean leaned against a wall watching as Sammy and Nancy argued with the man, Dr. Feldman. The trio had told the man everything, how the kids were being killed in their sleep, but the man refused to believe them.

"Look, these are my patients and---" the head doctor began.

"Well your ignorance is killing them!" Sam interrupted. Man, we don't have time for this! Someone in here could die! he thought. "Don't you get it!? You can't let them die!" he continued.

"Boy, I don't care too much for your tone," Dr. Feldman snapped. Sam was about to retort when they heard a scream.

"No!" Sam cried.

"Sam?" Dean questioned.

"He's here! I can feel him!" Sam stated.

"Lead the way," Nancy said. Sam began running and the others followed him. The younger hunter threw open the door to one of the rooms and then froze.

"No," he said in fear. Dean watched as a young girl screamed and began struggling against something unseen. Four razor-like scratches covered her body. Sam's mind flashed back.

Sam and the group watched as one their friends, Claire Harding was tossed around the room.

"NO! CLAIRE!" Larry Rogers screamed.

"CLAIRE!" Sam yelled. They all heard sinister laughter and watched as their friend was cut by what appeared to be four razors.

"NO!" everyone yelled.

"NO! Claire!" Sam cried. The young girl gave one last scream and then fell limp.

"NO!" Sam cried again, his voice thick with emotion. Nancy took Sam into her arms and held him so that he couldn't see the damage.

"Don't look, Sam. Just don't look," the psychiatrist said. "Now do you believe us?" she questioned.

"Okay, say that I'm buying into this malarky. How would this guy be able to kill them in real life?" Dr. Feldman asked.

"How can you ask that?! Look at what just happened!" Dean yelled. Man, this guy is an idiot! he thought to himself. Just then, they heard running footsteps. Sam, Nancy, and Dean turned to see a group of teens.

"What happened?" a girl asked. Nancy quickly walked over to them.

"No, no, no, no. Don't look. Don't look," she advised as she and the hunters blocked their way. However, some of the kids managed to get a look.

"Oh, no," they gasped.

"It was him, wasn't it?" Andrea asked. "It was the burned man with the finger knives," she continued.

"Yes, we're sure it was him," Sam confirmed.

"We're all gonna die, aren't we?" Andrea queried.

"No. Absolutely. We won't let you," Sam assured. "Now, if it's okay with her, Nancy and I will meet you all in a room and talk this out," Sam said. The kids nodded and Nancy led the group out. Sam started to follow, but Dean grabbed his arm.

"Okay Sammy, start talking. How do you know about this freak?" he demanded.

"I'm only gonna tell the this story once Dean, so you better just follow me," the younger hunter snapped. Then, he yanked out of his brother's grasp and headed after the group.

"So, who is he? What does he want?" a boy asked.

"His name's Freddy Krueger and he was a child killer when he was alive. After he was burned by a bunch of parents, he---he became something a lot worse," Sam answered.

"I first encountered him when I was sixteen-years old. I defeated him by ignoring him and taking away his power. Then I faced him again when I started working at the Elm Street Psychiatric Hospital," Nancy told them.

"How'd you defeat him that time?" Dean wondered.

"We burned his bones," Nancy replied.

"So how does he keep coming back?" Dean asked.

"I don't know," Nancy answered truthfully.

"You. You knew about him," Brian said to Sam. "When did you first come across him?" he questioned. Dean turned to Sam. That was something he wanted to know himself.

"Nancy was a guest speaker at my college for a mythology class. She knew a lot about dreams," Sam responded. "Then my classmates started dying one-one-by-one," he continued.

"Whoa. That musta been creepy," Andrea stated.

"It was. But at least I had someone who knew what they were doing on my side when we fought him," Sam responded.

"Hey, you seemed prettty knowledgeable too," Nancy commented.

"Yeah, well, I kinda grew up with it," Sam said.

"We're gonna die. No one can stop him," Brian worried.

"No one's gonna die. We will stop him," Sam assured.

"Wait a minute. I don't approve of you encouraging this collective delusion and---" Before anybody could stop her, Nancy lunged at the doctor and pinned him against the wall.

"Don't you give us that psychobabble! Krueger killed my friends, my parents, and some of my patients! Now I will be damned if I let him kill anybody else!" she screamed.

"Hey, hey, hey, whoa. Calm down," Dean soothed.

"Calm down!? After what just happened? One of his patients was just killed! She has four razor cuts on her body, and he thinks they're all just delusions!" Nancy exclaimed.

"So, he's an idiot. It doesn't mean you have to kill him," Dean responded.

"If he's not part of the solution, he's part of the problem," Sam defended his friend.

"Okay, look. If you want to figure out how to kill this freak, come with us," Dean declared.

"They're my patients. I won't let them leave," Dr. Feldman stubbornly. Without warning, Sam wrapped a hand around Dr. Feldman's throat.

"Yeah, well, right now, we're the only ones who can save them. So, unless you want to continue losin' your patients, you'll stay out of our way," Sam snapped, finally losing his patience. The man gagged.

"All right, all right. I'll sign 'em out," he rasped.

"Come on. Let's go," Nancy said. She and Sam released the doctor, who went to sign the patients out. Afterwards, the group went back to the hotel.

"I---I don't wanna fall asleep again," Brian stammered.

"Me neither," agreed Andrea. Nancy went to her bag and rummaged through it. When she found what she was looking for, she gave small chuckle of triumph.

"Here you go, boys and girls," she said, then began tossing each of the kids small medicine bottles.

"What is that stuff?" Dean wondered.

"Hypnocil," Nancy replied.

"Isn't that a dream suppressant?" one of the kids asked.

"Someone's been doin' their homework," Nancy approved.

"I had been thinkin' of orderin' it for myself," the kid admitted.

"Well, you all now have a prescription," Nancy declared.

"Thanks," the kids said. One-by-one, they opened the bottles and took one of the pills. Dean watched as Sam went to his nightstand to where his own bottle of hypnocil. He took one look and then swore.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked.

"I---I'm out," Sam stammered.

"No worries," Nancy assured. Then, she threw the hunter another bottle.

"How many bottles do you have in there, anyway?" Dean wondered in surprise.

"Enough," Nancy replied. Sam opened the bottle and then sighed.

"What?" Nancy asked.

"If I take this, I can't fight him," Sam stated. "But then again, I don't know if I want to fight him," he continued.

"You're scared," Nancy realized.

"Yeah. I---I am," Sam admitted.

"Hey, don't worry. I'm gonna be right with you," Nancy assured.

"Hey, if you don't wanna---" Dean began.

"No, I've got to," Sam interrupted. "I don't want to, but I know I have to," he said.

"Why Sammy? Why do you have to?" Dean demanded.

"Because he nearly killed me, Dean! And I'm too good of a hunter to let that happen!" Sam cried. The older hunter went rigid at the amount of agitation in his younger brother's voice.

"What happened, Sammy?" Dean asked softly. Sam sighed and his eyes clouded.

"Sammy, you've been hidin' something from the get go. Just talk to me, tell me what's goin' on," Dean encouraged.

"We had a bunch of tests and I was pullin' all nighters," Sam said.

Sam yawned and rubbed his face. He was so tired. But he had to stay awake and study. However, it was no use. He was soon asleep. SCREE! SCREE! Sam jerked awake. What the heck had that been? He stood up as he heard sinister laughter.

"Okay freak, where are you?" Sam asked. SCREE. Sam turned his head in the direction of the sound. "Come on. What are you waitin' for?" he asked. All of a sudden, he was jumped from behind. Sam grunted and twisted, managing to turn himself around.

"Dude, you're ugly," he grunted. The man growled.

"You...will...die," he rasped.

"Yeah. I've heard that before," Sam responded. Freddy tried to to lash out with his finger knives, but Sam successfully blocked him. Sam was thrown to the side and landed with a moan. Then, he felt something slash the back of his neck. He screamed.

"If Nancy hadn't woken me up and rushed me to the hospital, I would've been dead," Sam finished. Dean blew out a breath.

"Dang. Sammy, why didn't you just tell me this?" he asked.

"'Cuz I was trying to forget about it, Dean. I had Nancy prescribe me some hypnocil and I stopped dreaming," was the answer.

"Do you---can I---is it all right if I see it?" Dean asked hesitantly.

"I---guess," Sam reluctantly agreed. Dean walked up and held up the back of his brother's hair to see an angry red line across the back of his neck. The older man winced.

"Oooooh, that's nasty," he stated as his brother pulled away and then turned around.

"Yeah. Which is why I have to make sure he dies and stays that way," was the response. Dean stared at his brother.

"Okay, Sammy. Okay," he agreed.