Prologue: Dean and Sam are still searching for their father, even after all the things they've been through.
When Dean suddenly gets a call from someone he and their dad had helped in the past, it sees him and Sam heading to California. As soon as the two hit the road in Dean's black '67 Chevy Impala, they pick up a hitchhiker who seems to be heading in the direction they're going- Yosemite Village. As soon as they arrive, they know something is definitely wrong. The townspeople are hiding things, no matter how deadly the secret could be. Will the two Winchester brother's be able to figure out what the problem is?
The Headless Horseman PT.1
It was still hard to believe that the two Winchester brothers, Dean and Sam, were still travelling around looking for their missing father, John, who wanted revenge on the demon that had killed his beloved wife, and the boy's mother. Even though Sam watched his mother die and erupt into flames right above his head, he was still too young to remember anything, yet Dean, who was four when the tragedy had occurred, could never have gotten the thought from his head, and it had scared him, even though he appeared to be afraid of nothing. I guess that could be the reason why Dean would never show his feelings, not even around his younger brother.
It seemed that everywhere the two brothers went, their dad was always one step ahead of them, leaving them with jobs he didn't get to finish. Was he just too busy to finish the jobs himself? Was it to prepare the two brothers for what was yet to come?
Dean and Sam now sat inside a small cafe, waiting for the meals they had ordered. The two deserved a break after hunting many abnormal things over the past few months. So, now the two brothers sat in a booth, sitting opposite one another. Sam drummed his fingers on the surface of the table, his mind obviously somewhere else. It was hard enough for him to quit college and start hunting supernatural things after four years- but why so soon after his girlfriend's death? Of course he wanted revenge on the thing that had killed her, but he couldn't attend her funeral, even though he knew she had left this world and he wasn't ever going to see her again. But still- his older brother appeared on his doorstep one night, wanting his help. He just couldn't have said no and let him hunt things on his own, but then again, Dean hadn't stopped hunting. He continued to hunt abnormal things, while Sam tried to live a normal life, by going to college and trying to forget about his past. But like they always say, your past does catch up with you. And still, after hearing it so many times from his older brother Dean, Sam still believed that he was responsible for his girlfriend Jessica's death, despite what his brother said- because he wasn't there to protect her. Dean always retorted by saying that he wasn't there, so it wasn't his fault. But then Sam would agree and say that was the reason why she died- because he wasn't there to protect her from the thing that killed her!
Dean's hazel eyes suddenly looked up from the piece of paper he was writing on. "Sammy!" he called, causing his brother to look at him. "Stop it or I'll make you stop!" he demanded, before he put pen to paper.
Sam gave a sigh. Saving the world from supernatural things was cool and all, but the heroes did need a break once in a while. All he wanted was a normal life, where he could get married, have a couple of kids, a couple of pets, and a nice house. But that dream was very far from reality. The sound of footsteps brought him back to reality, and he looked up as a waitress approached, with the meals they had ordered in her hands.
"There you go boys," she said, placing the meals in front of them.
Dean looked up at the waitress that had just walked away, giving a smirk. Obviously he was impressed by the way she looked. Remembering that he had ordered something, he looked down at the food that was placed in front of him. "You know Sammy, the food here's supposed to be really good," he stated, as he put the pen and paper away into his duffel bag, which was sitting on the seat beside him.
Sam looked up at Dean with his bluey green eyes. He always got annoyed when his older brother called him 'Sammy.' Dean knew that Sam hated the nickname, but the name sorta stuck with him throughout the years. Even though Sam was a few years younger than Dean, he stood at 6'5, while Dean stood at 6'1, four inches shorter than Sam. "You know, my name is Sam, not Sammy," Sam said calmly, as he pulled his plate of food towards him. "Sammy was the name given to me when I was twelve years old, not twenty two."
Dean flashed his younger brother a smirk. "You still look like that chubby, twelve year old to me Sammy," he said, annoying his younger brother. Just as he was about to take a bite of the burger sitting on the plate in front of him, his cell phone began to ring, and Dean gave a long, low sigh. He hated to be interrupted when he was eating- especially if it was good food at that! Reaching into one of the pockets of his leather jacket, he pulled out a black cell phone, which he flipped open.
"Hello?" he asked, placing the phone to his ear.
Sam watched and listened as his older brother spoke to someone on the other end, and by the sounds of it, it was someone that Dean knew. As soon as the conversation had started, it was over. Sam watched as Dean placed his cell phone into his pocket, and watched as he rose to his feet.
"We're heading out Sammy," he stated, as he rummaged through his faded jeans pockets before pulling out some money. "We're heading for California."
Sam followed suit, and looked down at his older brother. Why were they going to California? Dean threw the money for the meals he and his brother hadn't eaten onto the table, before he picked up a duffel bag. He then threw the other to Sam, who easily caught it.
"Where in California are we going to?" Sam questioned, as he sat in the front passenger seat of Dean's black '67 Chevy Impala. Not getting a reply from his older brother, he continued. "And what exactly are we dealing with?"
Dean glanced at his younger brother, while trying to keep his eyes on the road ahead. The Impala was currently going one hundred kilometres an hour, on a road which was surrounded nothing. Driving was the best sort of transport according to Dean, because he had a fear of flying. He had to overcome that fear when a demon was possessing people on planes, causing him and Sam to go aboard and destroy it. Luckily the two were able to stop the plane from crashing after forty minutes into the flight, because they managed to destroy the demon with five or so minutes to go.
Seeing no cars up ahead on the other side of the road or ahead of him, Dean quickly reached over the console and grabbed an over-stuffed journal that had been sitting on the backseat. Glancing down at the journal, he flicked through to a page, before he handed the journal to Sam. "We're heading to Yosemite Village, and I think this is what we're dealing with."
Sam looked down at the journal in his hands. When Dean had gone back to the police station with the police, he was given their dad's journal after the police officer had found it, while the two brothers were hunting a 'Woman in White.' The last time the brothers had seen each other had been four years earlier- when Sam had sworn he'd never hunt anything again. But still, the two pulled through for each other, and having their dad's journal, only pointed them into the path of more problems- where they then faced a Wendigo, in Blackwater Ridge, Colorado.
"You think we're facing the Headless Horseman?" he questioned, looking at his older brother. "You think it actually exists?"
"Well, if the Hookman's real, I think the Headless Horseman is," said Dean, before he turned to another page, which had a drawing of a headless man sitting on the back of a horse.
"Okay, so we're dealing with the Headless Horseman," Sam stated reluctantly, as he turned to face his brother, while he still held their dad's journal. "How do we stop him? He only kills because he's searching for his head."
Dean looked at his brother, and he nodded his head. Just as he was about to say something, he looked back at the road, and saw a figure standing off to the side up ahead. Realising that it was a girl standing on the side of the road, his lips turned into a smirk. "Mind if we pick up a hitchhiker?" he asked, glancing at Sam, who simply shook his head with disgust.
Sam gave a sigh as the Impala turned off the road, and rolled to a stop. He watched as the girl that stood in front of the car lowered her arm, and jogged over to his window, which he rolled down. "Thanks for stopping," she thanked, out of breath.
"No problem," Dean answered, seeing as how Sam wasn't going to say anything. "Where you heading?"
The girl placed her hand to her forehead, trying to keep the sun out of her eyes. "Uhh... California?" A strong gust of warm wind blew, causing her long, wavy, dark brown hair to fly across her face. "If you're not heading there, I'll gladly wait for another car."
Dean shook his head as he gave a cheeky smirk. No way was he going to let this girl wait for another car! "Actually, we're heading in that direction ourselves. We can drop you off at wherever you need to go."
The girl gave a smile, and her hazel green eyes seemed to sparkle. "Thanks. I'm heading for Yosemite Village," she continued.
Sam looked over at Dean. Why did she need to go there? Obviously she didn't know about the Headless Horseman which seemed to be lurking around. Now since she was joining them, he and Dean couldn't talk about their plan on destroying the ghost. But then again, being in the company of a girl was a much better option then talking about supernatural things, like ghosts and spirits. Sam gave a smile as the girl opened one of the doors and jumped into the backseat of Dean's Impala. Shutting the door behind her, she placed her duffel bag on the ground.
"Anyway, thanks again for picking me up. Pretty much every car that passed me completely ignored me," she said, "I'm Carli by the way, Carli Anderson."
Sam turned around in his seat, so then he could face her. "I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my older brother Dean," he introduced, as he extended his head. Carli happily shook Sam's hand. "How did you end up on the side of the road?"
"I got a ride from someone. He literally threw me out of the car because I thought he was a perverted son of a bitch," Carli explained. "So are you guys from around here?" she then asked, saying the question with a bit of an accent.
Sam shook his head. "We're actually from Kansas," he said, "what about you?"
"New Jersey. I moved there when I was eighteen, after being born in Australia," Carli explained. Well, that explained the odd accent.
Dean watched the road carefully before he put his foot on the gas, which caused his car to return to the road. "Very interesting. So is it true that everyone over there ride kangaroos to get to places?"
Sam was actually quite embarrassed by the question his brother had just asked. Of course they didn't! He should've known that by now!
"What are you on? Pot?" Carli questioned, giving a smile. "Of course we don't. Kangaroos are wild animals. We drive cars on real roads to get to places."
After that brief conversation where Carli embarrassed Dean quite a bit, the three didn't talk. Of course it felt awkward to Carli, because she was in a car with two guys she didn't know. "So... how old are you guys?" she asked, trying to make conversation.
"I'm twenty seven, and Sammy here is twenty two," Dean clarified, as he looked at Carli through the mirror. "What about you?"
"Twenty four," she answered, giving a smile. "Hopefully it's not too young for ya."
"Not at all," Dean replied, before he turned back to the road.
"Where in California are you guys going? 'cos I'm really sorry if I've gotten in the way," Carli apologised, but Sam simply shook his head.
"We're actually heading to Yosemite Village ourselves," Sam answered, giving a smile.
Carli immediately returned the smile. There was something about Sam that made her feel- happy. He was also kind to her, not asking too many questions, not really caring what her business was. He also gave off an aura that seemed to tell her that he had witnessed something horrific, and would protect anyone close to him- even at the cost of his own life. Actually, there was something about the two brothers that she liked. Sam appeared to be more open with his emotions, while Dean seemed to have a wall built around his heart. Why was he so withdrawn? She wouldn't have a clue. He also gave off a bad boy aura, and seemed to be a player by the way he kept glancing at her.
But then again, Carli did like bad boys, so this situation wasn't new to her. Tearing her eyes away from the front, Carli stared out one of the windows, and she watched as the paddocks of grass ran past her. Everywhere she looked, it reminded her of home, especially in Australia, when she had been a young teenager. Carli had lived on a property of twenty or so acres, where her family had dogs, cats, cows, sheep and horses. Some people referred to her home as a farm, but she and her family just called it home. But when her family were forced to move, they decided to move overseas, to start a new life. There was nothing Australian in New Jersey, except for some of the things they had brought from their old home. They moved into a two storey suburban home, on half an acre. There was no Aussie Rules, Netball- none of the things Carli loved to play and watch, so she forced her parents to buy a satellite dish, just so she could keep in touch with the footy.
Carli broke out of her thoughts and looked up as the car began to pass by houses of all shapes and sizes. "Where would you like us to drop you off?" Dean questioned, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Anywhere, I don't care," Carli replied, which caused the Impala to suddenly stop.
"Well, here's your stop," said Dean, as Carli picked up her duffel bag and placed it on her lap.
"I didn't literally mean anywhere," Carli stated, as Dean turned around in his seat to face her. Seeing a smirk on his face, she knew he was just trying to get to her. "Very funny," she said with sarcasm, as she opened the door closest to her.
"I find it hilarious," Dean replied, as Carli got out of his car and closed the door behind her. She then stood outside Sam's window, which he rolled down.
"Thanks," she said, "maybe I'll see you guys again."
Sam gave a smile. "Can I have your cell phone?" he asked, causing both Carli and his older brother to look at him oddly. "Just in case you need us."
Understanding, Carli pulled out her cell phone, which was a blue, Motorola V3x. She looked down at the small screen before she gave it to Sam. 5:30pm. Pressing a few buttons, Sam entered his number into Carli's phone, as well as Dean's. "Thanks," said Carli, as Sam handed her back her phone.
Without looking back at Carli, Dean put his foot on the gas, and his Impala rolled back out onto the road. "What a nice girl," said Dean, as he glanced over at Sam.
Sam gave a sigh as he rolled his eyes. "Yeah. One that only interests you because she looks nice," he stated.
Dean completely ignored his younger brother's statement. "You wanna check out Joey's place?" he asked.
"Who's Joey?" questioned Sam, but as soon as he had asked, he had already figured out. "Do you even know where he lives?"
"Of course I do," Dean replied, as he flicked the indicator on and the Impala turned around a corner.
"This is where he lives?" Sam asked, as the black '67 Chevy Impala rolled to a stop outside a bunch of flats.
Dean pulled the keys out of the ignition and looked at his younger brother. "Yeah. Why? Is there something wrong?" he asked, as he got out of his car. Sam followed suit, and the two walked up the small footpath leading to the small front porch.
"No. I just expected- something else," Sam replied, as the two stopped in front of the wooden front door. He watched as Dean leaned forward and knocked on the door a couple of times, before the two began to wait patiently for their dad's friend to answer the door.
Not getting a reply, Dean knocked on the door again, his patience beginning to run out. He then knocked a few more times after that, which resulted in Sam grabbing his arm and pulling him away.
"Dean, take it easy," said Sam, as he pulled his brother away from the door. "I guess he's not home."
Dean impatiently shook his head as he shoved his hands into his faded jeans pockets, and he stood on his edge of the porch, where he tapped the ground with his black biker boots. "There's something wrong," he said finally, as he looked over his shoulder at Sam. "And I'm pretty sure the neighbors know why."
Sam looked around, and noticed that people were watching them from the comfort of their homes. But whenever he looked at them, they'd close the curtains, before they'd continue to watch them.
"And I'm not going to wait around for an answer." Sam quickly turned around and watched as Dean kicked the front door, smashing it open.
"Dean!" Sam called quietly, as he watched his older brother enter the dark house. Feeling awkward that the whole neighbourhood was watching him, he quickly slipped into the house. "Dean!" Sam called again, as he slowly made his way through the dark house. He had to shield his eyes from the light when Dean switched them on. "What are we doing in here?"
Dean waited until his brother's eyes adjusted to the light before he began to explain. Handing Sam a piece of folded paper, Dean began to pace around the room. "Something's strange about this place, as if everyone's keeping a secret," he began, as Sam quickly read the words that were written onto the piece of paper. "I feel as if we're being watched the whole time."
"Do you think this has something to do with the Headless Horseman?" asked Sam, looking up from the paper. "Do you think everyone knows about him?"
Dean shrugged his shoulders. "I'll go search the kitchen," he said, causing Sam to sigh.
"And that leaves me with the bedroom," he said quietly, as he began to walk in that direction. Seeing as how it was now around seven o'clock, it was dark outside, so as Sam walked down the hallway to the bedroom, he had to turn on the lights. The floorboards underneath his brown biker boots creaked as he finally arrived at the bedroom. Seeing a shadow sitting on the bed, he knew that someone or something was in the room. Feeling for the gun on his belt, he quickly switched on the light, and to his horror, he found Joey- sitting dead in front of him.
"Dean! Dean!" he called, before he cautiously entered the room. Joey's body was tied to the bed, which caused it to be sitting upright, while his head, lay on the bed next to his body. Someone or something had cut his head off.
Dean ran into the room, and stopped, shocked, at the end of the bed, where Sam was standing. "He's dead?" he choked, as he took a step closer.
Sam nodded his head as he pulled out the folded piece of paper. "Do you think it has anything to do with the Headless Horseman?"
I'm sorry if I'm gone when you arrive. I'm paying a visit
to the cemetery, just to visit the grave of my uncle.
I'll talk to you soon.
Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Possibly," he said simply, before he walked to the side of the bed, and he gently poked Joey's head with his index finger.
Sam wrinkled his nose with disgust as Joey's head rolled to the side, leaving a patch of blood from where it had been sitting earlier. "Maybe we should get out of here, just in case the cops decide to check this place out," Sam suggested, and, as if on cue, the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.
Glancing at Sam, Dean followed his brother out of Joey's room, leaving his body and head in the way they were before. Quickly running out of the small flat, the two brothers jumped into the black '67 Chevy Impala, with no time to lose. Putting the keys into ignition, the engine roared to life, and before they knew it, Sam and Dean were back out on the road.
Sam gave a sigh as he leaned back into the front passenger seat. "You should've left Joey's head alone," he said, looking up at his older brother, who was sitting next to him. "When the cops find your fingerprints on his head, they'll come looking for you."
"Don't worry so much Sammy," Dean replied casually, as the Impala drove down another street. "It's not like I have a criminal record or anything."
"In fact you do," said Sam, "because everyone believed that the shapeshifter was actually you."
On one of Sam and Dean's travels, Sam had received an email from one of his close friends named Rebecca, saying that her brother Zach had been charged with murder, which caused the two Winchester brothers to help out. Finding out that Zach had been in two places at the one time, Sam and Dean went and found out that a shapeshifter had caused all the problems. Eventually the creature had taken form of Dean, and therefore it caused him to have a criminal record, even though he had done nothing. A very unfair call if you ask me.
"Well, that wasn't entirely my fault," answered Dean, before he noticed a motel up ahead. "Wanna crash here for the night?" he asked, looking over at Sam.
Sam shrugged his shoulders as the Impala drove off the road and into a parking lot. Rolling to a stop, Sam got out of the car, followed by Dean. "You know what we have to do, don't you?" Sam questioned his older sibling, as the two brothers headed for the front desk of the motel. Entering through a pair of glass doors, the two stopped in front of a large wooden desk, where a man sat behind it, typing on a computer.
"Can I help you?" he asked, looking up from the computer screen sitting in front of him.
Sam quickly nodded his head. "We'd like a room for one night," he said, before Dean could even say a word.
The man gave a smile. "That'll be $250 for the two of you," he said, before he held out his hand to receive the money.
Giving a sigh, Dean dug deep into his jeans pockets before he pulled out a handful of cash. "Here you go," he said, plopping it heavily into the man's palm. "Keep the change."
A greedy smile appeared on the man's face as he placed the cash on the desk next to him. Opening a draw, he pulled out a key, with the number 81 engraved into it. "Your room's off in that direction," he stated, pointing in the direction of the room. Completely ignoring the man's help, Dean took the key from him, and headed out, followed by Sam.
"You could learn to be nice once in a while," he stated, as the two walked back to Dean's Impala.
Opening one of the backdoors, Dean reached in and pulled out two duffel bags. Tossing one to Sam, he closed the door behind him, before he locked his car. "Why should I be nice to a greedy bastard like him?" he questioned, looking up at Sam. Seeing as how Sam was a few inches taller than Dean, Dean always had to look up just to make eye contact.
Shaking his head, Dean slung his bag over his shoulder, before he began to search for their room. Finding their room with ease, Dean slid the key into the lock, before he opened it. "Hurry up Sammy! I'd like to find this headless dude sometime soon!" Dean called over his shoulder, as he entered the small motel room.
Tossing his duffel bag onto one of the two single beds of the room, Dean entered the bathroom, before he reentered the bedroom. "You took your time," Dean said, as Sam finally entered the room, and turned on the light.
"You spend way too much time in the dark," said Sam, as he placed his duffel bag onto the other bed, where he opened it. He pulled out a clean t-shirt, which was a blue colour. "I think we should go looking for the Headless Horseman tomorrow night. You know, so then we can talk to the locals."
Dean simply rolled his eyes at Sam's statement, before his younger brother continued, "you should change too."
Dean gave a small laugh as he pulled his duffel bag towards him, and he opened it, before pulling out a black t-shirt. Rising to his feet, he pulled off his leather jacket, along with the blue t-shirt he had been wearing earlier. About to pull on his clean t-shirt, there was a small knock at the door.
"Do you want me to get it?" Sam asked, as he quickly pulled his clean t-shirt over his head and body.
Dean shook his head as he gave a smile. "I'll be really happy if it's a girl," he said, before he opened the door, causing cold, fresh air to fly into the room. There, standing in front of him, was a girl five or so inches shorter than him, standing at 5'8. She had long, wavy, dark brown hair, and lovely hazel green eyes. She wore a pair of black, knee high boots, a pair of black, skinny legged jeans, and a red, figure hugging t-shirt. Dean knew exactly who this girl was.
"Hey Carli," he greeted, giving a smile. "Fancy seeing you here."
Carli flushed a light shade of pink at the sight of Dean's body. All he had on were a pair of faded jeans, and his black biker boots. She also saw that he wore some odd Egyptian pendant around his neck. Standing behind him, she noticed, was Sam. Luckily he wasn't shirtless as well, or else she would've died! He was wearing a pair of jeans, brown biker boots, and a blue t-shirt, with a black hoodie over the top.
Finally being able to find her voice, Carli began to speak. "You said if I ever needed you I could come and talk to you," she said, trying to forget about Dean's body for a second.
Sam now looked worried. "Why- did something happen?" he asked, his voice full of worry.
Carli sheepishly rubbed the back of her head as Dean allowed her to enter the room. As soon as Dean had locked the door behind her, she began to explain. "I heard people talking," she began, and she glanced over at Dean, who threw on his black t-shirt. "They were saying something about a story. So I sorta... eavesdropped and they began talking about something living in the cemetery. Since I'm so curious, I decided to go check it out."
"And why do we need to know this?" Dean asked, as he pulled on his leather jacket. He then received a punch in the arm from Sam.
"Sam did say that if I needed you, I could call."
"Well, you didn't exactly call us. You sorta barged in while I was getting dressed," stated Dean.
Carli pulled a face at him. "Anyway, while I was there, I was attacked."
Sam looked at Carli with interest as she pulled up her t-shirt, only revealing her stomach. There was a huge gash running diagonally down her stomach, as if someone had run a knife through her skin. "When did you go to the cemetery?" Sam asked, pulling a face as Carli pulled her t-shirt back down.
"About half an hour ago. I got a lift from a taxi back here, 'cos this is where I'm staying. I was so scared, because I couldn't see the thing that attacked me," she continued, causing Sam to look at Dean.
To find the Headless Horseman, they had to bring Carli back with them to the cemetery, whether she liked it or not. "Do you think you can show us where you were attacked?" Dean asked, as Carli turned back to him.
With surprise, the two brothers watched as Carli nodded her head in agreement. "Sure," she said, giving the Winchesters a weak smile. "But be warned- if ya wanna die, it's your fault."
Sam looked at Carli, unsure of what to say. "Are you sure?" he questioned, hoping that she'd change her mind. "I mean, you almost got yourself killed. Why would you wanna go back there?"
"To find the thing that attacked me," Carli retorted, "hey- I'm as scared as hell, but you don't see me turning my back on this thing, do ya? No... I wanna find this thing, and tell it to back off."
"We'll tell it to back off alright..." Dean muttered under his breath. Not only did this girl have guts, but she could obviously stand up for herself, and for what she believed in. Now, that impressed him.
Sam let out a long sigh. "Fine," he said finally, before he made eye contact with Carli. "But you have to promise me you'll be careful."
Carli nodded her head once again, agreeing with Sam's conditions. "Okay."
"And we'll see ya tomorrow," Sam continued, causing Carli to cock an eyebrow. Were they going to go into the cemetery throughout the day? With people around?
"Well Princess, I guess that means you can leave," Dean stated, as he unlocked the door and opened it wide.
As Carli left the motel room, many different thoughts ran through Sam's head. Why did she trust him and Dean so much? Did she... somehow know about the supernatural? Sam thought not, so he let the thought slip by him.
Hey guys! What do ya think? Like I said, I'm revamping every chapter that I think needs to be done. Hopefully they'll be way better than before, when I left them untouched. Now, for those wanting to know, Carli lived in the outer suburbs of Melbourne, before she moved to New Jersey. The outer suburbs of Melbourne is about an hour or so away from the city itself, so it's not a hassle to make it there. When she moved to New Jersey when she was eighteen, she moved to Trenton, and, like I said earlier, on half an acre. So, hopefully that clears everything up! Please R&R if you haven't! Thanks guys!