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"The Boogeyman? You're sure?" Dean asked. Sam nodded.

"Dang. This is bad. From what I recall, that thing was nasty," Dean stated.

"If you guys came across this before why is it still around?" Jessica wondered.

"'Cuz I messed up," Sam snapped.

"Sammy," Dean said reproachingly.

"Could we just---could we just go?" Sam asked angrily.

"Yeah. Sure," Dean agreed. With that, they left. Back at the hotel room, Sam blew out a breath. Oh, man. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe this freak is back, he thought to himself. What were they going to do? Dean looked at his brother.

"Just take it easy, Sammy. We'll figure out what to do," he assured.

"Dean, this is all my fault," Sam stated.

"Sammy, come on," Dean chided. "This isn't like you," he continued.

"Let's just face it, Dean. I messed up and whole bunch of other kids have gotten hurt because of it," the younger boy snapped.

"Sam, hey. What's going on with you?" Jessica asked, putting a hand on his arm.

"Jess, please don't touch me! Just---don't!" Sam exclaimed, jerking away. Jess stared, a hurt expression on her face. Sam had never spoken like this to her. The boy grabbed his wallet from the bed and pocketed it. "I'm goin' out. I won't be back for a while," he said.

"Sam," Jessica said.

"It's better this way, Jess. Don't wait up," Sam responded. Then, he walked out. Moments later, they heard the sound of his motorcycle taking off.

"Wha---" Confused, Jessica turned to Dean.

"I've got no idea," was the response. Moments later, Sam arrived at a bar, parked his bike, and then walked in.

"Double Hennessey, Soda Back," he ordered, flashing his driver's license. The bartender said nothing, but instantly made the drink. Sam took a drink and grimaced. However, he kept drinking. From the deepest depth of his mind, he heard a child's screams. His eyes clouded. He couldn't believe this was happening again. If he had only killed the freak when he had a chance. But he had gotten scared...weak. Sam continue to drink. Back at the hotel, Dean checked his watch.

"I don't like this. Sammy looked really wound," he commented.

"Let's go check him on him," Jessica suggested.

"Yeah. Good idea," Dean agreed. With that, they both walked out of the hotel room and got into the Impala. Then, they drove into town.

"Where do you think he'd go?" Jessica questioned after awhile.

"In this state, I'm not sure," Dean admitted. Then, "There's his bike!" He carefully manuevered the Impala into the lot and parked it next to a truck. Then the two exited the car and walked into the bar.

"Sam!" Dean cried, seeing his brother's lanky form on a stool in front of the bar. The younger hunter made no indication that he had heard his brother.

"Sam!" Jess exclaimed as she and the other man walked up to him.

"Barkeep, cut him off," Dean instructed. The bartender nodded in consent.

"Come on, Sammy. Let's go back to the hotel," Dean said.

"It's all my fault. I froze," Sam stated.

"What are you talking about?" Jessica questioned.

"I shouldn't be hunting. I just mess everything up. It's why Mom and Dad exiled me to Stanford," Sam said.

"Okay, little brother. It's time for us to leave," Dean decided. He reached for Sam, who pushed him away angrily.

"I'm not goin' anywhere with you!" Sam shouted.

"Okay," Dean agreed. He turned to leave. Sam got off the stool. Then, Dean turned back around and punched his brother in the face. With a moan, he staggered back. However, Dean was quick to to catch him.

"Sorry, Sammy," the older boy apologized to his unconscious brother. "Come on. Let's get him out of here," he continued.

"He's all paid up, right?" Jessica checked.

"Yeah. It's all covered," the bartender assured them. With that, Jessica and Dean led Sam to the Impala.

"Thank God he doesn't pull stunts like this often," Dean muttered as they put the lanky man in the backseat. "You grab Sammy's bike. I'm good here," he stated after buckling him in. Jessica went to where Sam had parked the bike and put on his helmet. Then, the two went back to the hotel. After arriving, they disembarked from their respective vehicles, with Jessica removing the headgear. Jessica and Dean laid Sam on the bed.

"What do you think he was talking about back there?" she wondered.

"Honestly, I've got no clue," he responded.

"He's going to be okay, right?" Jessica asked.

"Oh, yeah. He'll just have a splitting headache when he wakes up," Dean assured her. As Dean watched his brother, Jessica went over to where he kept his things. She rifled through it until she found his journal. Then, she started flipping through the pages.

"What are you looking for?" Dean asked.

"Information on the Boogeyman," Jessica replied.

"I don't think it'd be in his journal. Why don't you you try Mom or Dad's?" Dean suggested.

"You sure?" Jess asked.

"Pretty sure," Dean answered.

"Okay," Jess agreed. With that, Dean pulled out the two journals and together, the hunters perused them.