DISCLAIMER

Nightmare On Elm Street belongs to Wes Craven and Supernatural belongs to the CW. Slightly AU in that Nancy wasn't killed and Freddy Vs. Jason never happened. I only own the plot and anything you don't recognize. I use a scene from "Dream Warriors" that I'm particularly fond of and I admit, I got the name Chris Keller from "One Tree Hill", but I just like the sound of the name.

Hours later, the boys passed the welcome sign for New Jersey. As soon as they did, Sam was on his cellphone, trying to find the right Greenwood Hospital.

"Hello? Yes, my name is Chris Keller with the state board and I was told to check out some strange happenings at a Greenwood Hospital, but I'm having trouble finding the right one," Sam said. Dean stared at Sam. He didn't get it. Usually the kid had trouble with lying to people, but now he was doing it as if it was second nature. Then Sam spoke up again. "Really? Greenwood Psychiatrist Hospital? Would it be all right if my colleague and I stopped by?" Dean listened as his brother took some attentive notes. He wished Sammy would just tell him what was going on. What were they hunting? Why was he so tense? Finally, the other boy was done. Sam gave Dean the directions, which the older hunter followed.

"So Sammy, are you gonna tell me what exactly we're huntin'?" Dean demanded.

"Everybody's worst nightmare," was Sam's response. When they got there, Sam grabbed two fake i.d.'s and then practically ran from the car.

"Dude, wait up," Dean requested, trying to keep up with his brother's long strides. Man, what's his hurry? he wondered. Hearing a commotion, they quickened their pace. As they did, they heard someone singing. Sam's brows furrowed. Was that what he thought it was?

"What is that? It sounds like a jump rope song or somethin'," Dean commented. He looked to his brother, who didn't even answer.

"Five, six, grab a crucifix. Seven, eight, gonna stay up late. Nine, ten, never---never---" Dean saw a boy no more than sixteen holding some kind of a knife as a small group of people looked at him warily. Whoa. He looks really freaked...not to mention scary, Dean thought.

"Nine, ten, never sleep again," Sam finished. Oh, man. I can't believe I was right, he thought to himself. Dean turned to his brother in surprise. How did he know it? Sam ignored his brother's look and walked to the teen, who let him take the knife.

"When did you start hearing that rhyme?" he questioned.