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DISCLAIMER

Nightmare on Elm Street belongs to Wes Cravenn and Supernatural belongs to the CW. I checked my World Atlas and Virginia and New Jersey are like three states away, which means they're only a few hours apart. If I'm wrong, I apologize. Okay, I just realized that I totally forgot to show them checking in to a hotel, but they did so before going to Greenwood Hospital. And I know there's been a debate on whether or not the grey stripes were on the right or left side of Nancy's head, but I always thought they were on both sides, so that's how it's gonna be for the story. And I'm making up the name of the hospital where Nancy works.

"Okay, then. I'll be there in a few hours," Nancy promised.

"Thanks, Nancy. I---I really appreciate this," Sam told her.

"Hey, anything to get that freak," Nancy responded. He told her where he was staying, made plans to meet her there, and then she hung up. Sam blew out a breath and hung up his own cell. He walked up to the car.

"Dude, what's up?" Dean asked.

"A friend of mine will be here in a few hours to help us nail that psychopath," Sam replied. Then, they went back to the hotel to wait. About three hours later, there was a knock on the door. Sam went to the door.

"Code word," he said.

"Dream Fighters," was the answer. With that, Sam opened the door.

"Come on in, Nancy," he said. Dean watched as a woman a little younger than his father with strips of grey hair on either side of her face.

"Listen, thanks for coming. I really appreciate this," the younger man said.

"Hey, anything for a fellow survivor," she told him.

"Who's she? And what's she doing here?" the older hunter asked.

"Nancy Thompson, top dream researcher at the Elm Street Psychiatric Hospital," Sam replied.

"Still doesn't explain what she's doing here, Sammy," Dean persisted.

"We need her help, Dean. Brian's freaked and I can't fight this guy by myself," Sam stated.

"Who?" Dean asked. Sam started to say something, but then hesitated. "Sammy?" Dean asked in concern. Seeing Sam's panicked look, Nancy decided to take over.

"It's a man with a dirty brown hat in a red and green sweater and on his right hand, he wears a glove with four knives," the woman stated. As she talked, Brian grew rigid as he recognized her description. Dean looked at the trio.

"His name's Freddy Krueger," Sam added. Dean turned to his brother sharply.

"You've fought him before?" he questioned.

"Yeah," came the curt response. Then, "Nancy, I---I don't know if I can do this. I---I barely survived the last time."

"Sam, I'm not going to let anything happen to you," Nancy promised.

"Yeah. I---I know," Sam said softly.

"You're still taking your hypnocil, right?" Nancy checked.

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

"Hypnocil? You mean the stuff I found in your bag?" Dean questioned.

"Yes," Sam admitted.

"What exactly is that stuff?" Dean wondered.

"Dream suppressant. Apparently, it doesn't stop visions though," Sam responded.

"Wait. You're a psychic?" Nancy questioned.

"For about six months now," Sam confirmed.

"Wow. That's amazing," Nancy stated.

"What does my brother's shining got to do with anything?" Dean asked.

"That could be used against Krueger," Nancy told him.

"Really?" Sam asked fearfully, yet with some interest.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. No. No way. It's not happenin'. Sammy is not goin' up against this thing," Dean objected as he realized what they were insinuating.

"At least...not until we have a plan," Sam added.

"No! Forget it! I don't like it, Sammy," Dean protested.

"You didn't like my plan for going up against Bloody Mary either but that turned out fine," Sam pointed out.

"Yeah, if you call nearly bleedin' to death fine," Dean retorted.

"Stop it! Both of you!" Nancy snapped. "This is just what Krueger wants. When we start fighting, we start fearing, and his power grows."

"Dean, please. You've got to let me fight him," Sam said softly. The older man looked at his brother, who was staring at him imploringly. Dang it, he thought. He could never say 'no' to those eyes. Even Dad sometimes had trouble with it.

"Okay," he conceded. "But I don't like it," he added.

"Opinion noted and understood," Nancy assured him.

"Guess I don't take my hypnocil tonight, huh?" Sam asked.

"I wouldn't advise it," Nancy replied. "But don't worry. I won't take mine either," she hastened to add.

"Great. I'm trustin' my brother's life to the heavily medicated," Dean said sarcastically. Sam smacked him on the side of the head.

"So what's the plan?" Brian wondered as Dean rubbed his head and glared at his younger brother.

"We go back to Greenwood Psychiatric and tell them we know what's going on," Nancy stated.

"Let's go," Sam agreed. They headed out.

"I can't believe we're takin' orders from this chick," Dean grumbled.

"Stop it, Dean. Just stop it. I owe Nancy my life. So the least you could do is show her a little respect," Sam snapped softly. With a huff, he passed his brother and let his strides match hers. Dean's eyes clouded and he fellowed the trio out.