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Minutes later, Sam sighed as they stopped in front of a house.

"I don't know if I can take much more of this. We're starting to look like morbid freaks," Sam muttered.

"You're not wrong there," Dean agreed in the same tone. True, he wasn't quite as touchy-feely as his brother, but he certainly wasn't heartless.

"I'll tell you one thing: this thing is goin' down. I want it dead," Sam harshly murmured.

"We'll get it, Sammy," Jess comforted, putting a hand on his shoulder. He smiled softly at her touch. He didn't know how or why, but her touch always made him calm. Dean saw the gesture between the two and felt a certain pang of longing. He wished he could have something like that. Then, he shook his head, clearing his thoughts. They had a job to do.

"You think the Boogeyman will come back to the Jamesons?" Jessica asked.

"Doubtful. Once it's confronted, it searches for a new feeding ground," Sam responded. "Pretty much a coward that way," he added.

"So, where do we look?" Jessica wondered. Sam shrugged.

"My guess would be the house next door," he stated.

"This goes against all my hunter instincts and everything Mom and Dad taught us, but I think we should split up. We'll cover more ground that way," Dean declared.

"Dean?" Sam asked, turning to his brother. Was he serious? They never split up unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Yes, Sammy," Dean confirmed.

"All right. You go left and Jess and I will go right," Sam stated. They went their separate ways.

"Hey!" Sam turned. "You be careful, little brother."

"Always am, big brother." With that, they went on their way. Sam and Jessica walked past the houses, listening for any sounds of disturbances.

"Sam, don't take this the wrong way, but I'm scared," Jess admitted.

"Oh, I don't blame you, Jess. The Boogeyman's really nasty," Sam responded. Just then, they heard sounds of a struggle.

"Over there!" The two ran towards the commotion. There came a scream and Sam kicked down the door and he and Jess hurried towards the sound. As they ran, Jess turned on her cell phone and then dialed Dean's number.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"We found it," she told him and then gave him the address.

"Be right there," Dean stated. They hung up. When the two got to the room, a little girl was struggling with something. Without even a second thought, Sam took his gun from the back of his pants and fired. The Boogeyman hissed and turned. Seeing Sam, it lunged towards the hunter, knocking his gun to the ground.

"SAM!" Jessica exclaimed.

"Jess, get her out of here!" Sam cried as he struggled underneath the creature. Jessica ran towards the girl, took her into her arms, and ran off. Sam tried to get the upper hand, but was pinned to the ground. It placed of its hand on the hunter's throat. Sam's eyes widened as he felt his trachea collapsing. Oh, man. This must've been how he killed George, he realized. He continued to fight. He wasn't just gonna let this thing kill him.

"D---D---" he tried to say. Then everything began to go black. From far away, he heard a gunshot. He gasped as the air came rushing back. He crawled to his knees. Raising his head slowly, he saw his brother and girlfriend fighting the Boogeyman. His hand reached until he felt the semi-cool of his gun underneath his fingers. All of a sudden, he heard a familiar strangled gasp.

"JESS!" Adrenaline raced through his veins and he lunged towards the creature, yanking it away from his girlfriend. He lined it up so that they were level, aimed, and fired. It gurgled and Sam put his hands around its neck and twisted. Then, he turned to her.

"You okay?" he asked, taking her into his arms.

"I'm all right. A little shaken, but---" Jessica's voice trailed off.

"Hey. Gettin' ruthless ain'tcha, kiddo?" Dean asked, trying to hide his surprise.

"Let's get it out of here and do a salt and torch," Sam answered. The trio grabbed the thing and dragged it out. Once they had found a secluded area, they poured salt and alcohol on it.

"What's the point of this?" Jessica wondered.

"It makes sure the creature doesn't come back," Sam explained as he lit a match and dropped it onto the body. Then, they took off.