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"Okay, let's just try to figure this out. Obviously, there was somebody else in that dream with us," Nancy declared.

"Yeah. But who?" Sam asked. "Who would take on Krueger? Who would be brave enough?" he continued.

"Hey. We went in there. We went after Krueger. We fought him," Nancy reminded him.

"Yeah. I---I know. But---we've faced him before. We know what to expect," Sam responded. "Anybody else---they'd be walkin' blind. They'd have no reason to go into the dreamworld," he continued.

"True," she agreed.

"But if that's the case, who was there and why were they invisible?" Dean wondered.

"I have no idea," the psychiatrist replied. She blew out a breath. She wasn't sure what to do. Someone had obviously saved her, and she wanted to know who it had been. Then, Dean moaned and rubbed his hand over his face.

"Uh-oh," Sam said, recognizing his brother's signature move of tiredness.

"Don't worry, Sammy. I'm good," Dean assured.

"You sure?" Sam checked.

"Absolutely," Dean confirmed. "Hey, you think some psycho with a claw can kill me?" he asked, flashing a grin. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Jerk," he muttered.

"Love ya too, Sammy," came the response. Nancy laughed at the banter. Dean yawned.

"Dean, don't go to sleep," Sam warned.

"I'll be fine, Sammy," Dean said. He went to a chair and closed his eyes. Dean looked around. Where the heck was he? SCREE! The hunter jumped and turned around. SCREE! Dean frowned. Okay, that was really getting annoying. He continued down the street. As he did, he caught a glimpse of three kids playing jump rope.

One, two, Freddy's comin' for you.

Three, four, better lock your door.

Five, six, grab your crucifix.

Seven, eight, gonna stay up late.

Nine, ten, never seep again.

"Okay, that is seriously freaky," Dean muttered, realizing that this was the same song that Brian and Sammy had sung As he walked, he continued to hear the horrible sound. There was a rustling and evil laughter.

"Come on out, you freak," Dean said. Something rattled in the distance. Dean turned and somebody jumped him! The hunter began to strike.

"Easy, easy. I'm not gonna hurt you! I'm not gonna hurt you!" a male voice exclaimed. Dean stared at the sixteen year old.

"You gotta tell Nancy---the knives. It's his knives" he stressed. Dean jerked awake.

"Whoa. Weird," he muttered.

"Dean? What is it?" Sam asked.

"I need you to draw something for me," Dean requested.

"O...kay," Sam agreed slowly. He got out a pen and paper. Dean began describing the boy. Nancy watched as Sam drew his brother's description. Her eyes widened and she grabbed the paper.

"What?" Dean asked.

"What is it?" Sam questioned at the same.

"Rod," she said in surprise. "It's Rod."