"I've got a bad feeling about tonight," Dean mumbled under his breath, playing with the collar of his jacket. It wasn't so much the fear as it was the suspense that tied his stomach up into knots. He had barely even touched his food at dinner tonight, and Dean being stingy with his food was a rare thing.

"I know what you mean," Sam agreed. "They seem to be getting more restless as the nights progress, and we have no answers as to why."

"And the bear," Dean added. "He still hasn't left the show stage for whatever reason."

"Well, the place is called Freddy's, after all," Sam said. "Maybe he's like, the leader or something? Sending Bonnie and Chicka out to scout us out, monitor our behavior, and then attack when-"

"I thought you said these were the spirits of children," Cas interjected. "How would children be able to plan and coordinate something like this?"

"Oh, believe me Cas, kids can do some messed up shit," Dean said. "Children of the Corn? The Omen?"

"Well, in that last one, technically he-"

"Sam!" Dean said loudly, and Sam stopped talking, holding his hands up in defeat. Dean was about to say something else as the phone started to ring.

"Hello, hello? Hey, you're doing great! Most people don't last this long. I mean, you know, they usually move on to other things by now. I'm not implying that they died. Th-that's not what I meant-" Dean and Sam exchanged nervous glances. Cas furrowed his brow and instinctively took a step closer to Dean. "Uh, anyway, I better not take up too much of your time. Things start getting real tonight."

"Great," Dean muttered through his teeth.

"Uh, hey, listen, I had an idea: if you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy suit, uhh, try playing dead. You know, go limp. Then there's a chance that, uh, maybe they'll think that you're an empty costume instead. Then again if they think you're an empty costume, they might try to…stuff a metal skeleton into you. I wonder how that would work. Yeah, nevermind, scratch that. It's best just to not get caught. Um…okay, I'll leave you to it. See you on the flip side."

"Flip side?" Cas repeated slowly, but Dean just shook his head.

"Cas, watch the left door," Sam said as he pulled up the monitor, realizing that it was already 1 AM. Cas turned to Dean who nodded, and Cas took up his position to the door guarding the West Hall.

"Give me positions, where is everybody at?" Dean asked, clapping Sam on the shoulder.

"Big Bird is already in the dining hall," Sam reported. "Wait, doesn't Bonnie usually move first?"

"I don't know," Dean sighed, turning away from the screens.

"She's gone again," Sam said quickly.

"Do you hear that?" Dean asked. "I thought I heard something. Cas?"

"I-"

"Foxy's gone."

"Cas!"

Cas flicked the lights and glared at him impatiently. Nothing there.

"We can't see what's going on in the kitchen, maybe she's in there," Sam said quickly.

Dean ran both hands through his hair at the same time. "We need to conserve the power. Where we at?"

"77% left," Sam said. "1:34 AM."

"Great," Dean sighed. "Where's Freddy? Still on stage?"

"Yes," Sam answered. "Bonnie's in the kitchen, Foxy's back in the Cove, I'm not sure where Freddy is-"

"I thought you said he was just on the stage-" Dean struggled to keep his voice down.

"I-" Sam started, but suddenly they heard a smash as Cas jumped across the room and smashed the button to close the right door, flicking the lights quickly so they could see Chica's beak pressed up against the window, eyes wild and alert.

"Big. Bird," Cas said slowly.

"Keep an eye on the bird," Dean huffed, turning to Sam.

"No one on the left?" Dean flicked the lights. Empty hallway. "Okay, good here."

"Foxy is still in the Cove," Sam said. "Coming up on 3 AM and we're at 57% power."

"Okay," Dean said. "Okay, okay. So that's more than halfway there. So we're doing good, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose," Sam answered.

Dean could feel his heart thudding in his chest. He quickly took Cas' hand in his, fumbling to interlock their fingers.

"Dean, are you sick?" Cas asked. "Your hands are quite clammy."

Sam turned to look, and Dean quickly yanked his hand out of Cas'. "Monitors, Sam!" Dean hissed through gritted teeth.

"Fox still in the Cove," Sam said.

"Bugs Bunny?" Dean asked.

"Um," Sam hesitated, flicking through the cameras. Chica had retreated and Cas opened up the door just as two rabbit ears poked through the opposite doorway. "Dean!"

"Got it," Dean raced over, slamming the button with his forearm. The door slid shut, separating them from the giant mechanical robot rabbit that was trying to kill them. "Sam, I told you to keep an eye on the monitors."

"I am," Sam said hotly, struggling to keep his voice under control. "But we have three people here. I'm watching the monitors, which leaves you and Cas to watch each door."

"We are," Dean snapped.

"Sure," Sam said, pursing his lips together and nodding to himself.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked, turning to face him.

"Foxy's still in the Cove," Sam answered coolly. "Bunny's back in the supply closet, you can open the door, Dean."

As the door slid open, Dean thought he could be sure he heard a laugh. Not a man's laugh, or a child's laugh. He couldn't really put his finger on it. The more he tried to focus on trying to deconstruct the laugh itself, the more he realized he wasn't even sure if he heard it at all.

"4:47 AM, 31%," Sam said. "We're cutting it close. Easy on the lights, Cas."

"I thought you said Freddy was still unaccounted for," Cas said.

Sam did a quick check through the cameras. "Okay, okay, good call."

"No one else heard that?" Dean asked, looking from Cas to Sam.

"Heard what?" Sam asked.

"The laugh."

"No."

"Cas?" Dean turned to Cas again, but he merely just wrinkled his nose and checked the lights to the East Hall again.

Dean checked the left door and then slammed it shut again. His hearing was starting to get fine-tuned to the tiny pit-pat the mechanics made as they approached the doorway. Eerie how they made such little sound otherwise. Even when they had seen Foxy running down the hallway with their very own eyes, they hadn't heard anything. No crunch of gears or creak of metal. They may be supernaturally-possessed robots, but they were still just robots, right?

"Big Bunny's outside," Dean said. "Freddy still camera shy?"

"Seems that way," Sam mused. "Chica's in the East Hall corner, keep an eye out Cas."

Cas just nodded, and Dean walked over and rubbed his upper arm affectionately.

"It's 5 AM, 23% power left," Sam reported. "I think we will be okay if we leave the left door shut and you two can manage the right door."

"That's fine," Dean said. He left his hand drop and felt his knuckles brush against the back of Cas' hand.

"Foxy's been holed up in the Cove," Sam said. "Bonnie's back in the supply closet."

"Long Ears got scared off, eh?" Dean asked, checking the lights as he opened the door. The hallway was indeed empty.

"Keep it open. No need to waste power if we don't have to," Sam sighed. "Still an hour to go."

"One more hour," Dean hummed under his breath. He let his eyes drift over to Cas, who was intently peering into the darkness, checking the lights every twelve seconds like clockwork.

"Foxy's gone," Sam said suddenly. At the same time, Dean thought he heard a boom, although he couldn't tell where in the restaurant it was coming from. Even still, his hand smashed the door close button, just to be safe.

At the same time, Cas closed the right side door. Chica was right outside.

"I thought if you watched the Cove it would keep the Big Bad Wolf in place," Dean huffed.

"I have been," Sam said, clearly frustrated. "Maybe we were watching him too much? He didn't like it?"

Dean sighed and ran his hand through his hair and turned to Cas. He had his head tilted up and to the side, eyebrows narrowed as he squinted, deep in thought.

"Cas, what is it?"

"I thought Foxy was a fox," Cas said.

"And?"

"You just called him a wolf."

Dean laughed, but it came out as a stifled, nervous chuckle that ended just as soon as it had passed his lips. He couldn't be sure if he had heard a laugh earlier, but the knock on the door was unmistakable.

"We're at 15%," Sam noticed. "Flash the lights, Dean. It'll scare Foxy off so you can open the door."

Dean did so, although he didn't like the door being open. Even just the one. Freddy was still unaccounted for, and it was beginning to freak him out. What if the little creep had managed to sneak into the office when they had their backs turned? He felt a cold shudder run through him, and he noticed that even though Cas was watching the dark window out into the East Hall intently, Cas took a step backwards, closer to him.

"Is the bird gone yet?" Sam asked. Cas flicked the lights and the bird was, indeed, gone. "Okay, open the door, Cas. We have 8% to last us and we still have fifteen minutes to go." Cas obediently opened the door, flashing the lights once more for good measure. The power dropped to seven percent.

"Where's everybody else?" Dean asked.

"Well, Foxy's back behind the curtain," Sam noted. "Bonnie's in the supply closet, Chica's further back up the East Hall and Freddy went back to the stage. So they're all accounted for."

"Okay," Dean sighed. "Guess they're calling it a night, then."

"Just-" Sam gestured with his hand.

"I know, I know, we're still being cautious," Dean huffed, checking the lights one more time. As if Sam had to tell him twice. "You okay, Cas?"

"What?"

"I asked if you were okay."

"Fine," Cas sighed. "It's just-" He shook his head and looked away.

"What is it, Cas?" Sam asked, craning his neck to look at him.

Cas turned to look at both of them. "Hunting is boring."

Dean laughed this time, a real one, and Sam joined in, although they both might have been laughing out of relief, for it was now 6 AM. "Come on, Cas," Dean threw an arm around Cas' shoulder, Sam's smart looks be damned. "I'm hungry, anybody hungry? Let's go grab a burger."

"Oh, now you're hungry?" Sam asked, standing up and stretching his legs.

"Very," Dean said. "Come on, Cas." He slapped Cas on the back and steered him through the open doorway. "I'll even let you have some of my fries."