Chapter 1

"Found anything?"

Sam glances up from his laptop to look at his brother. "Nothing much. Three murders in Florence, Oregon the past week. The police won't give out details but they have someone in custody. There's a report here of a possession in Connecticut but doesn't look like the real deal."

Dean narrows his eyes. "What makes you say that?"

Sam turns the laptop around so Dean can see the screen. "Anna Carlson, 17, claimed to be levitating, vomiting uncontrollably and…" Dean squints before raising his eyebrows, amused. He laughs as he adds, "speaking in Latin."

Sam turns the laptop back around, giving his older brother an I-told-you-so look before reaching for his beer.

"So, what, you think everything supernatural decided to take a vacation this week?" Dean asks through a mouthful of fries.

Sam half-shrugs as he types, stopping as he notices one of the results that his latest search has pulled up.

His curious expression does not go unnoticed by Dean. "What?"

Sam doesn't look up, but continues reading as he explains to his brother. "According to this two seventeen-year-old girls were found dead out in a forest yesterday and, get this, their heads were never found."

"Never found? As in they weren't attached to their bodies?"

"Yeah." Sam smirks slightly at the disgusted expression that crosses Dean's face.

"Okay, gross but what's that got to do with us?"

"The past couple of months, there's been reports of ghost sightings in the area. The Headless Horseman."

Dean's eyes go wide in a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "You're kidding me? Where?"

Sam scans the laptop screen. "Uh…Vancouver. British Columbia."

"Canada? That's a day's drive from here, long way to travel for something that could just be a murder and a bunch of scared kids."

If Sam heard Dean, he makes no indication of it. "This doesn't make any sense." Sam shakes his head as he continues to skim read the rest of the article. "The Headless Horseman legend originated in New York. I mean; there have been dozens, hundreds, of sightings on the East coast but…Canada?"

"Maybe it's not the Headless Horseman. Could just be some other headless spirit?"

Sam doesn't look up from the laptop as he replies. "Maybe."

"Worth checking out?" Dean asks. It's not like we're getting any closer to finding dad, might as well do something.

Sam shrugs. "It's the only lead we've got."

Dean studies his younger brother for a moment, knowing the same thoughts are running through his head. The trail to their dad got cold months ago. Hell, it was cold before they even started looking. Dean wasn't even sure anymore if they were still looking for John and the bastard that killed their mom. These days it seemed as if they were just hunting to pass the time, hunting because neither of them were willing to admit that they weren't going to find John Winchester.

Sam reaches for the car keys in the middle of the table but Dean, ever the faster and stronger of the two brothers, snatches them up first and stands.

"I'm driving."

He flashes Sam a quick grin and heads for the door. Sam rolls his eyes and tosses a twenty on the table for the food and drinks as he heads out of the diner.

Dean tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time to 'Enter Sandman', more to keep himself awake than anything. As the Impala speeds past a 'You are now leaving Helena' sign he sighs and glances across at Sam, asleep in the passenger seat.

Dean turns his attention back to the road, not entirely willing to wake his brother up, even if he can barely keep his eyes open. He realises the tape has stopped and leans across to open the glove compartment for another. He switches the tape, waiting to see what comes out of the speakers next. Boston. Well at least it's upbeat enough to keep him awake. For a few more minutes at least.

The song finishes and silence fills the car as the tape skips to the next track. Dean's eyelids begin to droop and he shakes his head, trying to wake himself up even if he knows it's useless. After another glance at Sam, Dean finally gives in, a mischievous smirk crossing his face as he cranks up the volume on the stereo, singing along to 'Peace of Mind'. Sam wakes up with a start.

Dean laughs and if there was any small part of Sam that wasn't pissed off before, it's gone now.

"Your turn to drive, Geek Boy."

Sam glares at him. "And you couldn't have just woke me up and told me that?"

"What are you talking about, Sammy? I did wake you up."

Dean's trademark grin that he flashes Sam winds his little brother up even more. "It's Sam," Sam insists through gritted teeth.

"Head's up!"

Sam catches the bag of peanut M&Ms seconds before it collides with the side of his head. The driver's door of the car opens and Dean climbs in, handing Sam a bottle of water from the gas station. Sam shuts the passenger door.

"So did you find anything out or were you too busy raiding the candy counter?"

"There's a motel about ten minutes from here, Dolly Daydream." Dean retorts as he starts up the engine.

Sam glares at his brother. "You're hilarious."

"Don't I know it." Dean grins, pulling out of the gas station and turning right.

"Did you ask about the girls that went missing?"

"Tried but the store clerk wasn't exactly in a chatty mood. Maybe someone at the Motel will be in a more…sharing mood."

"I wouldn't count on it. Most of the people around here look kinda…"

"Creepy?"

Sam looks thoughtfully out of the window at the depressing scenery that is Vancouver, grey sky and a drizzle of rain. The few people that are wondering the streets, appear to be cautious and in a hurry, all with similarly weary faces. Although the shops lining the street are all open no one

"Yeah…creepy," he replies.

Hope you guys enjoyed it, this is one of my first fics so I'd really appreciate any feedback good or bad. I'll post the second part later this week.