DISCLAIMER
Supernatural and its characters belong to the CW. I only whatever you don't recognize. I got some of the information for the monster on Wikpedia, but I had to make a lot of it up because it was so obscure. And even though they're not in Chicago right now, I was going with the idea that papers sometimes mention things that occurred in nearby cities and towns. From now on, this series may have a minimum amount of swearing. I believe the Chicago Tribune is an actual newspaper, so I don't own that either.
CHAPTER ONE:
Sam and Dean ran into the burning building. Jessica's twin sister Rachel was pinned to the ceiling, abdomen slashed.
"Jess!" Sam yelled, squinting through the fire. Rachel looked at him accusingly.
"Why Sam?" she asked. Fire lunged around the apartment. With a gasp, Sam Winchester jerked awake.
"Are you okay?" his girlfriend, Jessica Moore, asked in concern.
"Bad dream," Sam replied. Just then, his older brother, Dean walked into the hotel room.
"Up and at 'em, guys. I got breakfast," he announced.
"Whatever it is, it better come with a half-caff double vanilla latte," Sam muttered.
"Sorry, Princess. They only had black regular," Dean responded. Sam made a noise of dissatisfaction, but got out of bed, revealing the previous day's clothes. Jessica wrinkled her nose in distate, but kept her mouth shut. They had had a hard night and Sam had been so exhausted from their previous hunt that they had been barely able to get him to the bed. The younger hunter took the food and drink offered to him and began eating. Dean pulled out a newspaper and perused it.
"Whoa," he said suddenly. Sam looked at his brother.
"What?" he asked.
"Son of a---" the older man started to say, but cut himself off when he remembered that there was a lady present. "Sorry," he apologized.
"What'd you find?" Jessica questioned.
"Chicago PD was called to a home in Jollet to investigate a disappearance of an eight-year old girl from a residence," Dean reported. Sam froze, his meal forgotten.
"A kid?" he repeated. His stomach knotted uncomfortably. He hated when their hunts involved children.
"Does it say how?" Jessica questioned.
"Says here Peter Jameson checked on his daughter and her friend to say good-night and then went to bed himself. He wakes up to his kid screaming and her friend's nowhere to be found," Dean reported.
"They got any leads on what did it?" Sam asked.
"Daughter claims there was a monster under the bed," Dean stated. "It also states that there have been other similar disappearences in the past three months. The Jameson kid is the only known survivor," he continued.
"Well, I say we go check it out," Jessica determined.
"Right. Let's go," Sam agreed. With that, they all grabbed their things and headed for their vehicles.
"You got an address?" Sam questioned.
"Yeah. Just follow me," Dean answered before getting in his 1967 Chevy Impala. Sam and Jessica fastened their helmets and mounted Sam's 1987 Honda 250. Then, they took off. About half an hour later, they arrived in the city.
"Where's he taking us?" Jessica shouted over the roar of the engine. Sam merely shrugged. Then, they were at the residence. Sam and Dean pulled out fake i.d's and walked up to the door, with Jessica at their heels. Dean rang the doorbell and it was opened to reveal a tall man with brown hair and a haggard appearance.
"May I help you?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm Tony Kellerman, and these is my partners Benny Krupke and Alicia Baker. We're from the Chicago Tribune," Sam replied. "Are you Peter Jameson?" he continued.
"Yes. What can I do for you?" Mr. Jameson questioned.
"We don't mean to be a bother, but we were wondering if we could possibly talk to your daughter," Sam requested.
"She's really shook up," Mr. Jameson said hesitantly.
"We understand that and we'll tread softly. If we could just have a few minutes," Sam said in his soothing way. Dean hid a smirk as the trio were granted entrance. Sammy was good.
"Chrissy's room's upstairs. It's the first one to the right. She hasn't left since it happened," Mr. Jameson told them. They went upstairs.
"Chrissy?" Sam asked. A an eight-year old girl with blonde hair wordlessly turned to them.
"Chrissy, honey, can you tell us what happened tonight?" Sam queried.
"It took her," Chrissy answered.
"Took who?" Jessica questioned.
"Kelly," Chrissy answered.
"Chrissy, you said something took her. What was it?" Sam wondered.
"I---I don't know exactly. But it---it had a large boney hand and it pulled her under the bed," Chrissy answered. She went to her dresser where she took something out and dropped it in Sam's hand. His breath hitched. Six-year old Sam watched as a large, boney hand reached out from underneath the bed.
"Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh," Sam said, dropping the bone on the floor.
"Sammy?" Dean asked suspiciously.
"I'm---I'm gonna be sick," Sam stated.
"Middle of the hall," Chrissy said in an automatic monotone. Instantly, Sam took off, Jessica close behind. Once Sam was in the bathroom, he placed his hands on the sides of the sink and wretched into the drain.
"Hey, you all right?" Jessica asked in concern. After he was done, he washed out his mouth and turned around. "Sam, what's going on?" she questioned.
"Oh, man. Oh, man," Sam murmured. Presently, Dean came in.
"Is he all right?" he questioned.
"I'm...really not sure," the girl confessed.
"Dean, I know what she saw," Sam stated hoarsely.
"What?" Dean wondered.
"The Boogeyman," Sam responded.