A/N: Hey guys! Thank you so much for clicking and reading this story. It means a lot. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

I know that Jenny is a little bit annoying but she's gonna get better. I promise. The next chapter will reveal who the Big Bad is and what their goal is.

I set this in the (sort of) Supernatural present season and Sleepy Hollow doesn't really have a clear time period.

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DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own: Supernatural, Sleepy Hollow, characters or places from either or anything that you can find in the real world.


When Sam and Dean returned they had changed clothes and were lugging two military green duffel bags. They cleared a space for their things and Sam pulled two corkboards out that were stashed beside a bookcase.

"Alright. Whatdya got?" Dean asked Ichabod.

"This is who our foe is." he said handing Dean an old musky book. "The Headless Horseman."

"Right. The guy who you guys think is Death." Dean said flipping some pages.

"He is Death." Jenny said.

"No, he's a weird guy with no head who rides a horse as transportation in the 21st century." Dean said cutting his eyes at her.

"This is all of the information that we've obtained since beginning our trials." Ichabod said handing Sam old parchments and books. The younger Winchester put them down on the table close to the boards and pinned up a map of Sleepy Hollow. He pinned all the information to one board and on the board with the map he pinned photos of all the victims so far. He wrote they're names on cards and pinned them below the photo.

"What are you doing?" Abbie asked as Sam took a piece of string and began to pin it to the map.

"Mapping out the locations of all the deaths." he answered.

"What will that help you to determine?" Ichabod questioned as he joined the young Winchester by the boards.

"There could be a pattern that the Headless Horseman is following." Dean said. "If we can track it, we can kill it."

"You can't kill it. It's Death." Jenny said loudly.

"Death is a skinny dude who digs deep dish. I'm not gonna say that again." Dean said.

"You don't know what you're talking about and my sister trusts you." Jenny yelled getting in Dean's face.

"You just said the magic words." Dean said his voice had a hard edge. "Your sister trusts me. I don't give a rat's ass if you trust me or not."

"Gordon was right about you." she spat. Sam's body tensed at the name he hadn't heard in years.

"Gordon?" Sam said turning to her. "Gordon Walker?"

"Yes. He said that you two were ruthless and careless and that you should never be trusted."

"Gordon was a bag of dicks." Dean commented.

"He was a good hunter." she snarled. "He died for nothing."

"He tried to kill me." Sam yelled.

"I know. He told me about this crusade to kill you." she said. "I never thought you were the anti-Christ but I figured if you keep letting people die then Gordon would be doing everyone a favor."

"That bitch got what was coming to him." Dean said. "Do you know why he had to go?"

"Sam just said..."

"No. It wasn't just that. Gordon was a vampire before he died." Dean informed her.

"That's a lie."

"It's not. He made the change, tried to kill Sam and he got iced for his troubles." he said looking her in the eyes. "You should really watch the company you keep. Hanging out with a thief and a heartless dick can obviously drive you crazy." Dean said before Jenny lunged at him. He grabbed her wrists and held her at bay. "You don't know shit about the people you're defending. Stop doing it." he said sternly, releasing her. She stepped backward and opened her mouth the speak again but was interrupted.

"Jenny. Stop it. That's enough." Abbie said. Jenny looked at Abbie, then back at a glowering Dean. She kept quiet and sat down at the table beside Capt. Irving. The room was silent for a few moments before Ichabod turned back to Sam.

"What is this point here; in the middle?" he asked touching the red pin that was surrounded by all the string.

"That's where you rose." Sam said glancing at Ichabod. Ichabod glanced back at him. Sam cleared his throat and continued. "Everything started after that event." The colonial man nodded and studied the map.

"Hello." Capt. Irving said answering his ringing phone. "Yeah. Yeah. We'll be there soon. Yeah." he said ending the call. "Crane, Mills. We got a dead body at 832 Hillgarden Lane."

"Not to be insensitive, but so?" Abbie said.

"Mrs. Barton's body was found in the front yard but the detectives on the scene can't seem to find her head." Frank said looking at Abbie then her partner.

"Let's go." Dean said slipping his shiny gun in the back of his jeans. Sam followed suit. As everyone made their way toward the door Frank stopped and turned to Jenny.

"Stop." he said looking into her brown eyes.

"I thought we were going." she said.

"No, you're right. We are going." he said pointing to himself, Abbie, Sam, Dean and Crane. "You're staying here."

"What? Why?"

"Because it's bad enough I'm showing up to the a crime scene with a "liaison" and fake FBI. I don't need a recently released mental patient with a bad attitude tagging along." he said leading her back to the table. "Here. Read this." she looked down at the book he placed in her hands.

"What the hell is this?" she asked.

"Sam's journal." He responded. "Maybe you'll gain some damn clarity." Frank said walking away from her. "You better read it. Crane's going to quiz you when we get back." he said before shutting the door on the cavernous room.

"She could have helped." Abbie said as they trekked down the darkened corridor.

"She could have, and would have, gotten in the way." Capt. Irving said sternly. "I'm not in the business of getting killed, Lt. Mills. You're sister's distrust is a one way street to the grave." he said as he followed Sam and Dean through the hole into the bright police department. Abbie glanced back down the long hall, sighed and stepped through.

"Everybody good?" Dean asked his green eyes on her as Sam pushed the filing back to cover the portal.

"Let's go." she said leading the parade of men from the back room and out of the station.