Authors Note: I just want to say that the first chapter starts out kind of slow, and I understand that you might lose interest but if you'll bear with me I don't think you'll be disappointed. As the story goes on and we get more into the plot, trust me, it WILL pick up. This is going to be a long story so, we're just getting started. Thank you, to all of you who choose to stick with me and see where this story ends up. Hope you all enjoy: )

Guardian of the Hollow

Chapter One: The Dream

"You hungry?" Dean asked as he put his leather jacket on "I'm heading to the diner down the street, want anything?"

"Wow, of course I haven't had diner food in a whole five hours!" Sam exclaimed his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Shut up, Sammy boy." Dean snapped , causing Sam to look up from his laptop.

"What the hell is your problem the past couple days?" Sam demanded

"Look, I just haven't been sleeping well and your sarcasm isn't helping my growing headache." Dean said quietly and much to Sam's surprise sincerely.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you haven't been feeling good." Sam said with the same sincere tone. "Is there anything I can do?" That of course triggering Deans armor to reappear.

"Yeah, you can buy a breathe right strip, and clear up that snoring, that kept my ass up all night!" Dean said with his cocky grin as he threw a pillow at Sam's head.

"Screw you!" Sam shot back.

"Oh, and college boy comes out swinging!" Dean laughed

Sam just shook his head and asked Dean if he wanted to know what he'd found for them or not.

"Hit me" Dean laughed, sitting down on the chair next to the door.

"Get this, in Columbus, Ohio, several people were found locked in their apartments, with every bone in their body broken. Like they had sustained a fall of over 8 stories, only they were found in their beds every door and window locked from the inside." Sam explained looking over at Dean, who was, as Sam could always tell, thinking intensely. Dean then looked up with a look on his face that Sam knew well.

"Now THIS is definitely our kind of gig!" Dean said with his famous smirk, referring to the time Sam wanted to help out a friend and at first Dean hadn't thought it was their kind of gig. Although over time he realized it was.

"Great!" Sam exclaimed excited to get going "When do we leave?"

"Well," Dean said "I'm pretty exhausted so why don't we eat, get some rest and get started tomorrow?"

"Sounds good to me, although I can't say Diner food sounds good, but I'm with you on the plan." Sam laughed

"Well Sammy, I'd ask them to hold the grease but somehow I doubt they can do that!" Dean laughed back.

After choking down yet another dinner of greasy diner food, they decided to hit the sack so they could get an early start. Later that night Dean was fast asleep, looking peaceful. With his hand securely under his pillow his hand on the butt of his knife, he keeps there for "Precaution". Sam on the other hand was tossing and turning, you could see his eye's moving back and forth under his lids. It's obvious he's in REM sleep, and having another one of his dreams/premonitions...

A Girl is running down a trail through the woods, with a frightened look on her face. She runs past a sign that reads Sleepy Hollow State Park Bath, Michigan There is a voice, it seems to float through on the wind. "Don't run sweeeetie, I only want to talk to yooooou." It came again, the sound seeping it's way into her bones. "Reeeeebeeeca, oh, Rebecca"

The girl trips, falling face first into the dirt below. She screams "I'm not afraid of you!" As she wipes the dirt off her face, trying to calm herself. "Whatever you are, I will never let you take me!" she snarled "Alive or Dead"

Suddenly everything was still, no wind, no owls hooing, nothing. The calm before the storm. The being came swooping down on the fierce new wind. "Now, Rebecca we both know I can't afford to let you get awaaaay." The being cooed " Your too important wether you know that or nooooot. Don't worry I'll make it quuuuick!" As it said that it opened it's cape and swooped down, covering the girl and disappearing as quick as it came. Leaving nothing but the cold wind blowing the leaves across the bare dirt floor.

Sam sat up with a start and a gasp. Thoughts swirled through his head. Who was that girl? Why was she so important? And what was that thing? But even with all the questions flowing through his head, one thing he knew was he HAD to go to Michigan and find that girl. The answers to his questions would then follow.

Dean awoke to Sam frantically shoving all his clothes and weapons into his back pack.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked groggily"What time is it? And WHY are you even up?"

"I'm packing, it's 4:45am, and I had another nightmare." Sam breathed trying to catch his breath. "So therefore there has been a change of plans, we're leaving soon and were going to Michigan instead of Ohio."

"Wait, WHAT, slow down Sammy boy" Dean exclaimed "You had ANOTHERdream?"

"Yes."

"Well, Ok now think for a second, how do you know that this dream has anything to do with your whole the shining thing?" Dean said trying to get Sam to stop and think, and of course give himself some time to find out what in God's name is going on.

"I can't explain it DeanI just KNOW." Sam stressed "We have to help her!"

"Ok, what do you know?" Dean asked "What did your dream tell you?"

"There was this girl in her early 20's, Blonde Hair, Blue-Green eye's, tall, long legged, now that I think about it she had the most gorgeous face and body I've ever seen..." Sam trailed off.

"Easy Tiger, and FOCUS on the task at hand. Anyway, if she really is that hot you know you don't stand a chance with her compared to me.!" Dean mused with his sexy lopsided grin. "You focus on what your good at, which is research college boy, and when we get there, I'll do what I do best, which is deal with the ladies!" He laughed with a wink.

"Riiiiiiight" Sam said just loud enough for Dean to hear. "Your just so perfect, you egomaniac." Sam then whispered low enough to not have to deal with Dean and his whole, 'did you just imply I'm not a perfect example of the male species complex.'

"Anyway, what happened in your dream to make you think she's a priority?" Dean asked trying to get back on point.

"Well, the...whatever that being was, said something like 'I can't let you go, because of how important you are, wether you know that or not'" Sam explained "So, I think it is pretty obvious that I got the vision to save her and help her find out what she's meant for."

"Wow, did you get any indication at all as to why she's so important to whatever this thing is that's after her" Dean inquired as he started getting dressed and packing up his duffel bag.

"I don't know, but if I had to take a guess I'd say she's pretty important." Sam explained "I mean seriously Dean, this thing that was after her was pretty powerful, I mean it had the ability to disappear. And it's not even a spirit!" Sam was really starting to get worried the more he thought about it. For all he knew what he saw could take place tonight, and there is no way they would be able to get there, find this girl, do research, and save her all by tonight.

"Don't worry Sammywe'll get everything donein time" Dean reassured him.

Sam looked up from his backpack, how was it he did that? Sometimes it was like Dean knew him so well he could read his mind. Other times Dean seemed to have no clue what was going on inside Sam's head. This just so happened to be the one of the times he could read his mind.

Dean was right he shouldn't worry, if they were meant to save this girl they would. Sometimes Sam lets his emotions guide him, that is one of the things that got him in trouble with his father. Marines don't let their emotions get in the way, they follow orders or people die, as his dad always said. That is one thing that Dean got from their father, the mindless obeying of orders. Although when it came to his family, he could get just as emotional as Sam.

After they were done packing and loading up the car, they were on their way. After about an half hour of silence, Sam said "Dean, do you really think dad is going to be alright by himself?" Sam had been worried ever since that night in Chicago, he was still upset that Dean had stopped him from going with them. Yet, the more he thought about it Dean was right. He had never really realized it before, but his dad was weaker around them. He was so focused on protecting his boys, a few jobs with them and he'd end up dead. Things were different now that their Dad has found the trail of what killed their Mom and Jessicaand found out it was a demon.When they were young and hunted with their Father, he was so focused on one job at a time he could keep them all safe. Yet now that it was personal their Dad has acted differentalmost determined not to lose another person he loved and cared about to that, that DEMON. He knew it was off topic, but he was worried and he hoped Dean could reassure him. He'd always been good at that when they had been kids.

"I don't know Sammy, to be honest, but one thing I can tell you is Dad can handle himself. He doesn't need us there to protect him, there were many years that we weren't old enough to back him up and he did just fine. I mean he even kept us safe, like I keep saying Sam the man's a warrior. He taught us everything we know, so what makes you think he's not ok?" Dean inquired.

Sam put his head in his hands, sighing. "Dean, I just can't shake this feeling. I mean I should be with dad, I lost someone I love tooso we should be getting revenge TOGETHER. Heck, technically I've lost TWO people to his one.I just want revenge...for Jess."

"Sammy I understand where your coming from, and not to be selfish but I need you more then dad does." Dean said with a sad, but confused look on his face. "I mean am I really that bad to work with?"

"No Dean, that's not what I meant at all." Sam reassured as he started to feel a little guilty, he wasn't sure that Dean could ever understand fully how it was that he felt. How could he?

"Well, I'm sure Dad is fine, and there is no doubt in my mind that if he gets close enough, or things get hairy enough, he'll call...yeah, he'll call..." Dean trailed off almost as if he was trying to believe his own words.

"I'm sure your right." Sam mused "Anyway, let's get back to the task at hand. What do you need to know? I'll answer whatever questions I can from my dream."

"Let's see, do we have a name? That will make the search for her go faster."

"Um, I got a first name but no last, it's Rebecca." Sam answered

"That's a pretty name, I like her a lot already and I haven't even met her yet!" Dean laughed "Is there anything else you can think of that might be relevent? Also, could you recognize her? That's really important, if you could pick her out of a crowd the better chance we have of saving her."

"Yeah, I could recognize her." Sam said "I'll never forget that face..." Sam didn't want to say anything but the girl reminded him a lot of Jess. They don't look that much alike or anything but they had the same hair, and Jess was just as confident and fearless as this Rebecca. God, did it hurt Sam's heart to think of Jess. All he could keep seeing is the brightness of the flame, the look on her face, and the feeling of helplessness. 'Stop it Sam' he told himself 'There is nothing you can do, get your mind back on track.' He then started to try to remember as much of his dream as he could. "She was in a State Park in Bath, Michigan, Sleepy Hollow I think the name was..."

"I'll try and ignore the irony in that." Dean quirked "Was the thing you saw on a horse by any chance?"

"No, it wasn't the headless horseman Dean, it was something else."

"What do you remember about it?"

"It had a cape, it's voice was soft and eerie. The wind seemed to carry it, and it had almost a sing songy ring to it."

"Well the Cape screams Vampire, but Gnarls like to recite poem type sentences and tease their victims." Dean explained.

"Well, at least we have a couple possibilities, that's a start."

"Damn are these roads slippery." Dean muttered

"What?"

"Nothing, why don't you get online and Google this Rebecca girl, maybe we can get an address now so we have one less thing to do." Dean suggested, right as Sam pulled his silver laptop out of his backpack. "I'm right there with you." Sam laughed

For a lot of the trip, things were rather silent as Dean drove and Sam researched, except for the occasional smart ass comment here and there.

Dean had a lot on his mind, he was trying to focus on driving but he was worried about his Father, after what had happened in Chicago what was to stop the Demon from luring them into another trap? Stop it, he told himself, focus on the task at hand, that's what his dad always said. Maybe he should talk about how he was feeling to Sam, he wanted to but he hated showing weakness. To him Loving someone and being worried about someone was a weakness. Since it could easily get you killed.

"Sam, where do you think Dad is? Dean asked quietly

"Where ever he is one thing I know for sure is that he's thinking about us, and loves us." Sam reassured.

Dean has never been so surprised by his brother in his life then he is right now. He just stared a Sam his mouth gaping open. Did he really just say that?

"WATCH OUT DEAN!" Sam screamed

What did Sam just say?

"DEAN!" Sam yelled again.

Dean looked back up just in time to see a deer right in the middle of the road. As he saw the deer just standing there like...well, like a deer in headlights. He thought to himself just how pretty the sight was with the woods and the snow falling with the shining icy road in the center. Then everything went black...