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The first thing Sam was aware of when he woke up two hours later was the throbbing in his head.
"Oh, man," he moaned, sitting up carefully.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty," Dean smirked.
"You hit me," Sam petulantly accused.
"Yeah, you were drunk," Dean stated.
"You hit me," Sam emphasized.
"We'll do the whole tortured little brother thing later. Right now, we gotta figure out what to do about the Boogeyman," Dean stated.
"What do the journals say?" Sam wondered.
"Ah, the information's totally obscure," Dean said. "I mean, Mom and Dad are masters at info gathering, but this---they didn't have much," he continued.
"You're sure? I mean, Dad's thought process---it's iffy at best," Sam reminded him.
"Yeah, I know. And, yes, I'm sure," Dean responded.
"So how do we even fight the freak?" Jessica wondered.
"We're gonna have to sneak in and kill it," Dean answered.
"But how do we get them out of the house?" Sam questioned. "What story do we give them and does anybody have any advil?" he continued with a slight moan. Jessica gave her boyfriend a sympathetic look and rummaged through her bag.
"It's not advil, but---" Jessica handed Sam the pain reliever which he opened and swallowed two pills dry.
"We could tell them that we'd like to check under the kid's bed and see if we could find anymore evidence," Dean surmised.
"You really think he'd go for that?" Sam questioned.
"Hmm. Yeah, you're right," Dean agreed.
"We could always tell him the truth," Jessica stated. They all looked at each other.
"Nah," they chorused, shaking their heads.
"Let's get something to eat. I'm hungry," Sam suggested.
"No wonder. Let's go," Dean agreed. With that, they all went to a local diner, making sure to be armed, just in case. As they ate, the three talked quietly. Sam stared at his brother and girlfriend. He knew that they wanted to kill the Boogeyman, he did too. But he didn't want them to know how he had messed up. They wouldn't understand. After their meal, the three walked around town.
"It's pretty quiet tonight," Jessica commented.
"Yeah. Almost too quiet," Dean muttered.
"You're very paranoid, you know that?" Jessica kidded.
"No, Dean's right. There's not even dogs barking or anything," Sam stated. Just then, they heard crashing.
"Over there! Go!" They raced towards the sound. As they neared the house, they all realized it was the same residence that they had been in before. With almost no effort, Dean and Sam broke down the door and then raced upstairs to the girl's room. Chrissy screamed as the Boogeyman tried to pull her under the bed. Sam took his gun and pulled the trigger. The thing hissed and let the little girl go. Jessica quickly grabbed the girl and hurried away. In the commotion, Mr. Jameson ran into the room took his daughter in his arms. Sam kept shooting until it disappeared. After it disappeared back under the bed, Sam panted and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Oh, man. Oh, man," he moaned.
"Easy, Sammy. Don't you lose it," Dean cautioned.
"You three wanna explain to me what the heck is goin' on around here?" Mr. Jameson demanded.
"Don't worry. We'll kill this thing. We'll make sure it doesn't take anybody else," Sam said.
"Mr. Jameson, we're gonna have to ask you to leave this house for the night. Maybe stay at a neighbors," Dean suggested.
"Hey, I don't appreciate---" Mr. Jameson angrily started to stay.
"Daddy, please do as they say," Chrissy interrupted.
"All right," Mr. Jameson agreed. He wasn't sure what was going on, but if Chrissy wanted him out of the house, he'd get out of there. The man walked out.
"Sammy, you wanna explain what's goin' on with you, or what?" Dean queried. Sam made a noise of distress and shook his head.
"Okay, let me rephrase that: tell me what's goin' on with you: now," Dean ordered. Sam's shoulders slumped.
"Okay," he agreed softly. "Okay."