A/N: Hey guys! So, I'm not sure about this story. It's clearly a crossover but the lore is so different. I haven't decide whether or not I'm going to go with the Sleepy Hollow lore or the Supernatural lore or if I'm going to try and weave them together. Hell, I don't even know if I'm going to write anymore. Let me know what you think about this chapter. Let me know what you think about Abbie and Ichabod. My sister says it's good but I don't know.
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Fic Rec: Looking for a Prophet by Princess976. It's her first SPN fic. Show her some support. :D
The Winchesters pulled into the Sleepyhead Motel. They were on a demon hunt that had had them all over the Eastern seaboard. They pinned up their research all over the walls and Sam began to search on his laptop and Dean began to clean his gun while he studied the wall.
"Dean." Sam said looking up.
"What?"
"Look at this." he said as he brought his laptop to his older brother.
"Why does this look familiar?" Dean asked as he put the computer in front of him.
"Because we've seen all of these signs before." Sam said pacing the room. "Large clusters of lightening storms, cattle mutilations, nuns dead in a convent."
"Apocalypse?" Dean questioned. "No way. We ended that."
"I thought so too."
"No, not you thought so. We ended that shit. You jumped in the cage and walked around soulless for an entire year."
"Well explain this Dean; because I have no idea where to start." Sam said running his fingers through his hair.
"I don't know. We're not going to focus on this right now, Sammy. We're working a straight forward demon case. That's all."
"But Dean..."
"No Sam. This is what we're doing. Tomorrow morning we're going to the police station and we're gonna get all the information we can and we're gonna gank us a demon." Dean said. "Alright."
"Yeah. Alright." Sam said.
"Get some sleep." Dean said handing Sam his laptop back. "I need your head in the game." Sam nodded his head as he headed toward the bathroom. Dean began to clean his gun again. He couldn't wrap his mind around all the things he had seen on Sam's laptop.
'The Apocalypse? No way. It was over. They dropped Lucifer back in the box and the Earth was still a balmy 88 degrees (thank you global warming). So these signs had to be something else. They had to be.' Dean thought. He sighed as Sam came out of the bathroom. Dean put his gun away, grabbed a shower and went to bed.
The next morning they dressed in their best bargain warehouse suits and headed to the Sleepy Hollow Police Department.
"Good morning. I'm Special Agent Sam McVie and this is my partner Special Agent Dean Buckingham." Sam said as he and Dean flashed their badges.
"How can I help you?" the desk sergeant asked.
"Have there been any reports of any thefts?" Sam questioned.
"Well obviously. We're not a thriving metropolis but people do steal." the chubby man said.
"Ok smartass." Dean said. "We're gonna need to see all the latest reports of theft. Say past two weeks."
"Wait here." the man said as he got out of his chair and headed toward the back. He came back empty handed but followed by a tall African-American man.
"I'm Captain Frank Irving." he said shaking each of their hands. "What can I help you with?"
"I'm Special Agent Sam McVie and this is my partner Special Agent Dean Buckingham." Sam said shaking his hand and showing his badge. "We're investigating a series of thefts on the Eastern seaboard."
"What kind of thefts?" Capt. Irving asked.
"Oh you know, the weird kind." Dean said. "I mean we got no idea why anyone would want to steal relics from churches."
"What kind of relics?"
"We have reports from The Church of Her Holy Tears in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and Scared Cross of Wood and Thorns in Raleigh, North Carolina, that a shard of the sword that was used to defeated to Lucifer were taken." Sam said. "Among other things."
"Lucifer?" Capt. Irving said.
"Yes." Sam said. Capt. Irving glanced over his shoulder at the desk sergeant. "Follow me." he murmured. Sam and Dean shared a look and followed him through the station. They got to a back room and the captain pushed a large filing cabinet to the side.
"What the hell..." Dean whispered as they followed them through the wall.
"What do you know about the Four Horsemen?" Capt. Irving asked.
"Why would we know anything about the...what was it?" Sam asked.
"The Four Horsemen? Death, War, etc.?" the Capt. said looking back over his shoulder at him.
"Why would you think we know something about that kind of stuff?" Dean said. "We're just investigating some thefts."
"Right well, those are fake FBI badges and cheap suits you're sporting. I figure either you know something about something, or you're whack jobs." he said as he pushed a large, heavy wooden door open to reveal a room with high ceilings, books and filing cabinets.
"Captain?" the beautiful black woman asked standing behind a tall cabinet. "Who's this?"
"Lieutenant Abbie Mills this Sam and Dean." Capt. Irving said.
"Sam and Dean what?" Abbie asked.
"Winchester." Sam answered his eyes on the tall man standing next to Abbie in strange old fashioned clothing.
"Well, like the Captian said, I'm Lt. Abbie Mills and this is my partner, Ichabod Crane."
"Since when did the cops start using impersonators to help solve crimes?" Sam asked shaking Ichabod's hand.
"Excuse me?" he questioned with a glance to Abbie. "I assure you that no one impersonates me. I am Ichabod Crane."
"There's no way..." Sam started.
"Why do I know that name?" Dean interrupted. "Ichabod Crane. I know that name."
"Are you a connoisseur history?" Ichabod asked.
"What? No." Dean said.
"I do not understand."
"I got it!" Dean exclaimed. "I should have thought of it when we first got to town."
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.
"Sleepy Hollow, Sam."
"That's where we are." Sam said. "Are you have a slow day or something?"
Dean rolled his eyes, stood the way Ichabod was standing, arms behind his back and he put on a serious face before he spoke, "Villiany wears many masks; none of which so dangerous as virtue." They all just looked at him. "Ichabod Crane? Sleepy Hollow? Johnny Depp?" he asked them. "No?" he asked looking at Capt. Irving. "No?" he asked looking at Abbie. "No?" he asked looking at Sam. "Come on man. I know you know that line. Look at you in that get-up."
"This is the real Ichabod Crane." Abbie said with a chuckle.
"Ichabod Crane died..." Sam began.
"During the Revolutionary War." Ichabod finished for him. "Yes, I did indeed die; but my wife..."
"Katrina." Dean interrupted.
"Yes, Katrina, put a spell on me in order for my resurrection to take place."
"Meaning what?" Sam asked.
"My life, my blood was tied to that of the Headless Horsemen. When he rose as did I."
"Wait. You're the real Ichabod Crane." Sam said his eyes wide.
"Hmph." Dean said.
"Ok, but why are we here?" Sam asked.
"Mills, Crane. I think these boys can help you." Capt. Irving said.
"How so?" Abbie asked.
"They were asking about some relics. Shards of the Micheal Sword. The sword that killed Lucifer." he explained.
"What do you know of the Horsemen?" Ichabod questioned.
"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?" Dean asked. "A bit. Why?"
"The Headless Horsemen." Abbie said. "That's who we're up against."
"There's a headless guy running around here somewhere?" the older Winchester asked as he leaned against a cabinet.
"Yes. He is Death." the Colonial man said. "That is our foe."
