So I promised you guys I'd get it up in three days and I didn't follow through... again. I was sitting down to write it but not feeling the motivation. That's when it hit me, I need to stop giving promises I can't keep. I don't want to post a chapter that is mediocre just to get it done by a deadline. I want to post great chapters for such great readers. That being said, although I can't promise 3 day updates, I CAN promise good chapters. So please continue to review and I will try to get great chapters up as soon as possible.

Chapter 5…

The air felt like water, as Sam choked in every breath, sobs spewing from him like they were water falling down a waterfall.

Just a dream. Just a dream…. Just… a….dream.

He thought over and over again, trying to calm down in Dean's hold.

But was it really just a dream? Or is it something more?

"Shhh calm down Sammy, calm down buddy." Dean whispered into Sam's ears for only him to hear.

Sam's wild eyes gazed around the room looking for his father. He didn't have to look far, his Dad was standing next to him also, with his hand on Sam's shoulder.

Oh so that's where the third hand came from…

As the familiar hands of Dean rubbed his back, he finally felt himself relaxing. He was with Dean now… he was safe. He was no longer with that dark creature… no longer with…

"Oh god, the boggart!" Sam cried out, realizing suddenly and fearfully, that the scary creature in his dreams, the terrorizing terrifying being… was no other than the boggart.

And he was its next victim…

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"What?" Dean asked suddenly when Sam cried out about the boggart, starting to calm down and wriggling out of Dean's hold.

"It's after me, it's after… me!" Sam whispered, sounding a little crazy.

Now Dean was really worried. Just what was wrong with his little brother anyways?

"Sam… what's after you?" Dean asked once more, calmly putting his hands on Sam's shoulder, and exchanging a worried and annoyed glance with his father.

The look said, Now you realize something's wrong with him yeah?

At that his Dad looked the other way, ashamed maybe?

Dean focused his attention back on Sam as he finally seemed able to talk normally.

"The boggart… it's after me." He said in again, patiently. "It was in my dreams when I fainted from… uhhh yeah."

"When you fainted from what Sam?" Dean asked suspiciously, willing to overlook the boogeyman thing for just one minute… because he sensed there was something else going on too.

"From… oh, I don't know! I'm not the boggart!" he said annoyed all of a sudden.

"No you were about to say something, what was it?" Dean pressed on.

"Seriously Dean… why does it matter! Isn't the only important thing the fact that the boggart is after me?!" He yelled back.

Dean opened his mouth to retort, but suddenly his Dad decided to enter the conversation.

Seriously this interrupting thing is getting old… Dean scowled.

"Yes, it is the only important thing." John said worriedly, "But Sam are you sure about this? Are you sure it was the boogeyman?"

Once Dean decided to let go of their argument something hit him, "Yeah it would make sense right? I mean when Sam fainted he also turned ice cold, is that a sign of the boogeyman?"

Sam paled, fear building up again. What Dean had just said proved the boggart was after him.

"Yes… that's right Dean. When a boggart haunts someone's dreams it makes them visibly white and physically freezing on the outside." He said looking to his big brother, "When the boggart chooses it's next victim it doesn't just kill the person on the first night… instead it spends about a week just haunting the person's nightmares until it's strong enough to… you know."

"takes their soul…" Dean finished, also paling.

Great. First he had to worry about Sam's health… but now…

"So what do we do now?" Sam asked fearfully, "In all the research I've done on boggarts, I couldn't find a way to kill it."

"Now… now we go to our original plan. The one we had even before it chose you Sam…" John said, his fear and concern completely hidden once again by his masked 'John façade', "Dean, you go to the local library and research as much as you can, and I'll call Bobby."

"What about me?" Sam asked defiantly "I'm ok when I'm awake you know…"

Again Dean's stupid guts told him Sam was lying, but at this point he really had no proof. So he didn't speak up.

"I know that Sam, it's just that this is a small town and everyone here thinks you're in the hospital. So if anyone saw you there they'd get suspicious don't you think?" John said easily.

Of course he wouldn't tell Sam that half the reason he didn't want him to go was because he was worried.

"Oh… well then I guess I'll be on my computer again."

And they all left to do their own part of the plan.

As Dean was walking out the door to go to the library, he stole one more glance back, to see Sam walking painfully slow towards his computer…

What. Is. Wrong. With. Him?

He wondered for the millionth time, before going against his nerves, and his protectiveness telling him to stay…

And he walked out into the cold night air.

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John sat at the old cheap table in the kitchenette, talking to Bobby.

"Bobby you've got to know something… anything that can be used to kill a boogeyman." John asked desperately, he hated sounding desperate to him, or to anyone really, but this was his youngest son, his life.

And he just felt so damn stupid and guilty for treating Sammy so badly that week. Had it been the boogeyman chasing him for the past week? Was that the reason why Sam was off?

But that wouldn't make any sense. The boogeyman killed another girl the night before so Sam must be a new victim… then what was it that had been making Sam so off recently?

"John… John? Hello you there?" Bobby asked in his gruff annoyed voice.

"Huh? Oh sorry Bobby I was lost in thought there for a minute."

Something along the lines of 'damn Winchesters' could be heard before Bobby continued, "Like I tried to say, I found a book on the boogeyman that might help, I am only about an hour off where you guys are so I'll come down and bring it to ya."

"Oh really! Ok. Good that's good Bobby." John continued relieved.

"Ok, I'll see you soon then." Bobby said, and hung up.

John leaned back into the chair, some of his nerves already cooling down a bit. No, he knew they weren't anywhere close to safe or 100% sure that they knew how to off the bastard… but he did know that they were one step closer.

And even one step sounded amazing at this point.

John pulled out his laptop to get researching, just logging onto his computer when he heard a blood curdling scream from the bathroom, and his blood ran cold.

Oh no… not again…

"Sammy!"

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Sam had been working somewhat peacefully on his laptop… somewhat. I mean if he could foregt about his aching side, gurgling stomach, and stupid fears that is.

Anyways he was working hard on the internet trying to find any new information on the boggart that he didn't already know, when he realized he really needed to pee.

Walking to the bathroom extremely slowly, he proceeded to unbutton his pants with shaky hands…

"Agh that hurts." He said, as the pants rubbed at his side, before falling to the ground.

Looking down at his side he was shocked and disgusted at what he saw.

His wound was definitely infected, a nasty color of green and orange, with puss trickling out of the sides.

"I thought I was taking better care of this…" He mumbled fearfully.

And for a second he considered telling his brother and dad, but thought better of it. He'd come this long with the secret he'd be fine. He just needed to… to…

"Clean the wound." He whispered to himself, "Clean the wound. That's it… I'll be fine… just gotta clean it."

With shaking hands he turned on the water faucet, grabbed a cloth and wet in water, then shakily brought it down onto his wound.

Big mistake.

The pain bubbled up until it spilled over the side, and it felt like his side was on fire, then slowly the fire moved until it was encasing his entire body. His eyes watered as he dropped the cloth to the floor, and his eyes started to water.

Can't scream… won't scream.

He thought to himself.

Can't pass out…

Can't let them know…

Can't tell them I'm weak…

Can't let the boggart come again…

Suck it up… suck it up… suck it…

Giving into the pain, finally and against his will he let out a terrible scream. A scream full of pain and misery.

Before he finally gave into the need to just make it all stop… and he crashed to the ground, in blackness once more.

And of course, in the darkness, he was not alone.

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Dean looked through the books in the library tiredly, when he arrived it had been around 2 in the morning, and the library was technically 'closed' since when Sam had woken up screaming it had already been late in the night and they had no time to lose.

But luckily since it was such a small town, the library wasn't locked so he got in easily, taking to a chair in the very corner of the one roomed library, and gotten started right away.

But a small library meant not very many books, and especially not many books on supernatural beings. There was like two.

So after not finding anything in those, he went to the library's ancient computer and started researching there.

I could have totally just stayed at the motel…

He thought as he clicked to open yet another article on the boogeyman.

Boogeyman notes, from The Boogey hunter.

The boogeyman although thought to only attack at night, in reality attacks whenever the human victim is asleep or unconscious.

Usually looks for the easier target, a child or a defenseless human being… not the most courageous beast on the face of the earth.

Despite what people may think, the boogeyman is UNABLE to bring a human being into unconsciousness, it has to wait until the victim is already unconscious before it can strike.

Dean slammed his hands down on the keyboard in anger, annoyance, and especially worry.

The Boogeyman cannot bring a human into unconsciousness…

That meant that earlier that day when the boogeyman attacked Sam, it had to wait for Sam to fall unconscious… so Sam fainted for another reason that had nothing to do with the boogeyman.

"That's it Sammy I'm coming home and you're going to tell me what's wrong with you whether you like it or not."

Jumping up he started to rush towards the door when his phone started to ring.

Giving off an annoyed sigh he answered, "What is it dad?"

"It's Sam. I'm taking him to the hospital for real. Me me there in five."

All the color drained out of Dean as his dad said this, "What… what's wrong?" he asked almost afraid to know.

"It's his side. It's infected." His dad answered short and sweet in a hilariously horrible guilty tone.

Dean couldn't speak, couldn't even open his mouth, as all of his suspicions over Sam's health for the past week came crumbling down in a heap on top of him.

And before you could even count to two, he was running out the door and into the impala.

Hating on himself for being so damned stupid…

TBC….

Hey guys so I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. Again, I'm sorry for not following through with the chapter on time, but I'd rather give you awesome people a good chapter, not a barely ok one. So please continue to REVIEW and if you haven't yet please start, reviews give me motivation and with motivation comes quicker and better chapters. Peace.