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Windyfontaine: Thanks. Dunno. Maybe he's a Tulpa like Mordecai. Well, each to their own. I've only seen the 1st and 3rd movies, and that's all I'm gonna see. Thanks, glad you approve. Here's more.

Friendly: Thanks. Glad you like it.

Spuffyshipper: Thanks, sorry this isn't soon enough. Only seen the 1st and 3rd movies, so I can't comment on the others, but maybe they're tryin' to indicate that dude's a Tulpa. Have fun with your relatives and on your day off.

DISCLAIMER

Nightmare on Elm Street belongs to Wes Craven and Supernatural belongs to the CW. Okay, last night's ep has just reaffirmed my belief that clowns are evil. Reference to "Nightmare".

Hours later, Sam blew out a breath and rubbed the sides of his neck. The rest of the group had been signed into the hotel and given different rooms. The other kids had taken some hypnocil and gone to bed. Now only, Sam, Nancy, and Dean were still up.

"Man, I am soooo tired," he moaned, leaning back in the chair he was sitting in.

"Then sleep. I'll wake you up if you start having a bad dream," his brother stated.

"Without hypnocil, a nightmare's guaranteed," Sam said ruefully.

"You can still back out. I won't be mad," Nancy assured.

"No. No, I can do this," Sam responded.

"Sammy, are you sure? You know you don't---" Dean began.

"It's okay, Dean. I can do it," Sam interrupted. Dean stared. Man, he looks freaked. But he's always been stubborn, he thought with some fondness.

"We'll be right here with you, Sammy. You won't be alone," he said, not betraying his own nervousness. He was rewarded with a relieved smile. Thank God for Dean, Sam thought. Even with Nancy here, he was completely wound. Having his older brother here just made him feel safer. Sam yawned, and then closed his eyes. Almost instantly, Sam found himself in a boiler room.

"Well, of course. He never could be original," he muttered. He silently went down the steps. As he did so, he periodically heard screeing.

"You won't get to me, Krueger. I won't let you," he whispered.

"And there he goes," Nancy commented.

"Nervous?" Sam questioned.

"A little. I know better than anyone just what Freddy can do," Nancy replied.

"So, what do you want to do?" Dean asked.

"We'll just watch him for awhile. I'll know if Krueger's here," Nancy responded. Sam had reached the bottom of the stairs when he heard something whizzing towards him. He turned around to see what looked like the cover of a garbage can. Sam stared at it with a look of concentration, and all of a sudden, it careened to the side.

"Cool," he murmured. Apparently in the dreamscape, he had control of his telekinesis. Dean and Nancy watched as Sam apparently dreamed. Dean had been surprised when his younger brother had suddenly gotten a look of intense concentration, and then had jerked his head to the side. Nancy, however, had become curious.

"Does your brother have any special gifts besides visions?" she queried.

"He had a burst of telekinesis, but it was just once," came the answer.

"Hmm," she mused. Then, she yawned.

"You all right?" Dean questioned.

"Tired. Think I'll join him," Nancy responded.

"Okay. Be careful," Dean warned her. Nancy lay on the bed and closed her eyes. Nancy found herself in an alley.

"Another alley, Krueger? All right. I'll play your game," she muttered. She went on her way. Meanwhile, Sam had just exited the boiler room and found himself in an alley.

"O...kay. Now what?" he wondered.

"Sam?" a voice asked. He turned around.

"Jess?" he gasped.

"Why Sam? Why'd you let me die?" she asked accusingly.

"Jess, I---" Sam stopped. Something was---the vibe---it was off.

"You're not her," he realized.

"What?" Jess asked.

"You're not Jessica," Sam stated. Suddenly, a rifle appeared in his hands. "Nice try, Krueger," he snarled. Then, he pulled the trigger. Krueger roared and then disappeared. Sam took off. Nancy turned at the sound.

"Sam?" she asked. Scree! She gasped when she heard the familiar noise. The woman turned. There was sinister laughter.

"Krueger," she said. She blew out a breath and steeled herself. She wasn't going to let him scare her. She continued walking down the alley.

"Nancy," Krueger hissed.

"Come on, Krueger. Stop playin' around. Just come and get me," Nancy dared. She turned around---and gasped.

"Sam, you scared me," she said.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to," Sam apologized with a smile. "Come on, let's go find Krueger," he said, holding out a hand. Nancy froze. She couldn't explain it, but something just didn't sit right. She stepped back.

"What's the matter, Nancy?" Sam asked. "Didn't you say I was nothing?" he continued, turning into Freddy. Nancy screamed and fled. Freddy laughed and pursued her. She panted as she ran.

"Nancy, drop!" she heard Sam yell. Though confused, Nancy did as she was told. A shot rang out and Krueger roared in pain. Nancy jumped to her feet and resumed running. Krueger continued after his victim, but his steps were labored. He didn't know what was in that gun and why it hurt him, but that didn't matter. What mattered was getting these stupid kids.

"Gonna get you," he hissed. Nancy tripped over a garbage can that had been knocked over and rolled over so that she was on her back. Freddy laughed and advanced towards her. Nancy tried to get up, but her legs wouldn't work.

"Nancy!" Sam shouted. The man turned around. He laughed evilly as the boy approached. Sam inched his finger around the trigger, but Krueger jumped him, causing the weapon to fall to the ground.

"Nice try, Sammy," he hissed. Then, he scraped his razors against the hunter's skin. Sam screamed.

"NOOOOOO!" Nancy shrieked. She threw something at him and the man moved away from Sam and headed for her. He grabbed her and started to strike. Suddenly, he flew back!

Dean looked at his brother and the woman who were now thrashing around as the EMF whined frantically. He looked around as he took a shot gun out of his bag. Where was this thing? Suddenly, he heard something crash. Then, the detector fell silent and the two sleepers awakened.

"You two okay?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah. We're all right," Sam replied.

"Your arm," Dean noticed. He quickly went to his duffel and got a first aid kit. Then, he began tending to the wound, while Nancy held his arm steady.

"By the way, thanks," Nancy said.

"For what?" Sam asked.

"For using your telekinesis to pull Krueger away from me," Nancy replied.

"Wh---what are you talking about? I---I didn't---" Sam's confused stammering trickled off.

"Well, then who---" it was Nancy's turn to stop mid-sentence. The trio stared at each other. Apparently, someone or something else was in the dream with them all. But who? Or what?

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I know I didn't put in the jump rope song, but I plan to use it later.