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Sam stared out the window as Dean drove down the country road. They were in upstate NY and the trees blazed in autumnal red, gold, and orange. The scenery before them was so beautiful that even Martha Stewart would have to be impressed.
"You seem awfully happy," Dean commented. He had been watching Sam and for whatever reason his kid brother was grinning like an idiot.
"I'm just admiring the view," he explained. "You have to admit that it doesn't get much better than autumn in New England. Hey, what do you say we stop somewhere and get some cider and doughnuts?"
Dean chuckled and said, "Sure, and while we're at it we can buy some pumpkins and carve them. Oh, and then, we can roast the seeds while we watch 'It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown', and later if you're a good little boy I'll take you trick or treating."
"Asshole," Sam grumbled just loud enough for Dean to hear. Why did Dean always have to ruin a nice moment?
Dean could tell that he'd really hurt Sammy's feelings. "Dude, I'm sorry. If you want cider and doughnuts that bad we can stop and get them."
"Never mind," Sam sulked. "It wasn't so much the food as it was the chance to just…I don't know…" There was such longing in his voice.
"Do something normal." Dean finished for him. He took his eyes off the road long enough to see his words had hit the mark. "Sam, there is nothing normal about us. There aren't even words in the English language to describe just how far from normal we are."
Sam shrugged and sighed. "Yeah, I guess it was a stupid idea. Just forget I even mentioned it. So how far are we from Stars Commons?"
"We should be there in about thirty minutes if you read the map correctly." Dean knew Sam had changed the subject and he let him. He really did feel bad. Sam had been grinning just a moment ago and he had managed to wipe the happiness right off his face with just a few words. Dean had only meant to crack a joke, but since Jessica died Sammy just didn't know how to take a joke anymore.
Things were getting better though. He had noticed small changes in Sammy's attitude after fighting the shape shifter and the Hookman. It seemed as if a little of the guilt Sam had been carrying like a noose around his neck was lifting. Oh, he still felt guilt, to be sure, but small moments of happiness were starting to peek out, like the one Dean had just ruined.
"I'm still not convinced this isn't someone's idea of a sick prank," Sam said, interrupting Dean's thoughts. "There is no such thing as a Headless Horseman."
"All I know is what the newspaper is reporting," Dean defended. "In the past several weeks three people have had their heads cut off and when the bodies were found the next day the heads were gone."
"Still, that doesn't mean a corpse with a jack-o-lantern is walking around committing the murders."
"There was an eye witness to the last murder and she swears that she saw the Headless Horseman kill her boyfriend," Dean said.
"I'm sorry, but I don't buy it," Sam exclaimed. "The Headless Horseman isn't a myth or a legend. He was never a real person so he can't be a real ghost now. He was a figment of Washington Irving's imagination. Characters from stories don't walk out of books and come to life."
"Sammy, think about what we do for a living day in and day out. Think of all the weird shit we have come across and seen. Does a character walking out of a book suddenly sound so farfetched?"
"It's Sam, and when you put it like that, no, is doesn't, but still, I think we are dealing with a good old fashioned psychopath who is on a killing rampage and is copying something he read in a book or saw in a movie."
"And you may be right, but it won't hurt for us to go and check it out anyway, just to make sure we aren't dealing with a ghost who's suffering from head envy."
"Head envy?" Sam actually cracked a smile at that.
Dean saw his chance to make Sam happy again so he went with it. "Hey, if a man can have penis envy, then I think a ghost can have head envy."
"Are you saying you have penis envy?" Sam couldn't resist the chance to tease his brother for once.
"What! Hell no! Trust me, if it were any bigger women would faint on sight."
"Okay, let's not go there. This is a mental picture I just don't need," Sam groaned.
"You don't have to make a mental picture. I'm more than willing to show and tell," Dean grinned, "That is…unless you're afraid you won't be able to measure up afterward."
Sam groaned and leaned his head against the door window. It was going to be a long thirty minutes to Stars Common.