Sam's eyes narrowed as he was finally able to focus on Michael Myers and Freddy Krueger, who were still fighting. "How long have they been going at it?"

"Not long. I've got my money on Freddy, though. He seems a lot more vengeful than Michael."

"You're sick," Sam responded, putting an elbow under himself to get up. Unfortunately, he soon discovered that he wasn't on a pillow on the floor, when he heard Dean yelp.

"Watch it!" he snapped.

Sam turned his head to look back, realised where he was laying, and started laughing involuntarily.

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"What are you laughing at?" Dean grumbled to his brother.

"Dude, I've had a bad day, and you've had a bad day; let's just forget it," Sam said as he gained control over himself. "How long do you think the two of them will keep it up?"

"I imagine they'll fight until one of them dies."

"Wasn't that the point of Freddy Vs. Jason?" Sam asked.

"Did you see that movie?"

"No, but I heard they both lived, and so I doubt they can kill each other."

"I'm pretty sure Jason won that fight," Dean said thoughtfully.

"Which is funny, considering that he was the easiest to kill out of the three of them."

"You think that was easy? I have a broken cast and a concussion that says that wasn't easy."

Sam shrugged, sitting up and leaning back against the wall so his shoulder was touching his brother's but they were no longer in an uncomfortably close proximity. "In comparison, I mean. I still don't know how to kill Michael Myers."

"Or Freddy."

"How did Jason do it?"

"I think they fell in a lake and Jason came out with Freddy's head."

"Could we–"

"No, Sam, we're not jumping in a lake with Freddy Krueger."

The younger Winchester huffed and let his head fall back against the wall. "I'm actually glad it's turned out like this so far," he announced. "We really needed this break, and I don't think we would have gotten it any other way."

"You're probably right," Dean conceded. "At least now we have some time to come up with a plan."

"Yeah, because those have really been working out well for us so far."

They sat in silence for a few seconds, watching as Freddy gashed Michael's leg with his claws and received a knife in the shoulder for his efforts. Both brothers winced at the violence the two villains were inflicting on each other.

"Glad that's not me," Dean muttered.

"Well, any ideas?"

"Me? Why me? I came up with the last plan we had!"

"And it was better than anything I came up with, so it stands to reason that you'll be able to think of something better again."

Dean snarled something under his breath and closed his eyes in thought.

"Don't fall asleep or unconscious," Sam warned.

"I'm not."

"Good, cause you have a concussion and I don't want you to die on me. That would really mess up my day and make it hard for me to kill these guys."

"Thanks for caring, Sam."

"Don't mention it."

Sam watched the fight with renewed interest when Michael Myers suddenly growled – they hadn't heard a noise from him up to that point and the hunter figured that whatever Freddy had just done must have caused some serious damage. Unfortunately, he had no idea what that was, since Freddy Krueger apparently didn't bleed and Michael Myers oozed a deep red liquid that didn't even begin to slow him down. He winced when Myers retaliated by slashing the knife across Freddy's throat, creating a line of open skin but no gore.

"That's disgusting," Dean said, suddenly drawing his brother's attention again.

"I completely agree."

"We should do something."

"Why? They're keeping themselves busy enough. We might just make them mad at us again. I'm too tired for that."

Dean shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. But we can't let them do this forever. I mean, someone is bound to have heard some noises by now and come to check out what's going on."

"What are you going to tell them?"

"Me again? Why me?"

"You're a better liar."

"You gain people's trust easier."

"You're quicker on your feet."

"You're not wanted for murder."

"Hey – I'm an accomplice!"

Rolling his eyes, hte elder Winchester said, "It's not a competition, Sammy. Now, let's think up something to say if someone wants to know what's going on."

"It's Sam," came the reply. "And I don't think it will matter if they're still fighting when someone gets here. That's why we have to stop them."

"You can only stop Freddy by killing him."

"He doesn't die."

"Seriously, Sam, I think we should hack these two guys into little pieces and salt and burn them. Even if they somehow come back to life, at least it will have been gratifying for us."

Sam smirked. "Good point. Let's get to it." He drew out the knife that he had concealed in his pants and started to get up.

"Wait – what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to chop one of Freddy's hands off and use it to cut up Michael Myers."

Dean crinkled his nose. "It sounds really gross when you say it like that. Anyway, you're going to chop off Freddy's hand with that?"

The younger hunter looked down at the blade in his grip. "Yeah, why?"

"You'd have to saw his hand off with that. And something tells me he won't want to stand around waiting for you to finish."

"Fine. You think up a better plan, then."

At that moment, there was a knock on what was left of the splintered door. "Hello? Management . . . open up! Uh . . ." The voice trailed off as the man saw what was going on in the room.

"Not good," Sam muttered. "Go talk to him."

"I thought we had this conversation already. You go."

Fortunately, the decision was made for them. Unfortunately, it was made because both Freddy Krueger and Michael Myers reacted to the knocking, effectively ending their fight as their attention was drawn to the door. Freddy practically leapt at the man, claws extended. The manager recoiled as he saw the scarred dream villain rushing at him, turning and running with a shriek fading out as he got away. Freddy paused at the threshold, as though deciding whether to continue his fight or kill the random bystander. Michael slashing at his back with the knife made the decision for him. He turned back to his current enemy.

"That worked out better than I'd hoped," Sam observed.

"Did you see the way that guy ran for his life? These two are kind of handy to have around. Maybe we could –"

"Not a chance, Dean," Sam interrupted. "Don't even finish that thought."

"But–"

"NO!"

This loud outburst once again drew the unwanted attention of the fighting murderers, who seemed to remember that the other two people in the room were enemies to them, as well.

"Now look what you've done," Dean groused.

"Don't you dare blame this on me," came the seething response.

Sam, who was still standing from when he was going to "chop" off Freddy's hand earlier, reached down for his brother's arm to drag him to his feet. Dean may not be able to run quickly, but he had a better chance at stumbling away than he did sitting against the wall not doing anything to defend himself.

"Son of a –" Dean stopped himself from cursing as his little brother dragged him up; it seemed to waste too much energy to speak when he was trying to concentrate on staying upright. And when he felt Sam's muscles twitch at the extra weight they were supporting, he knew he needed to suck it up. After all, both of them were wounded, and he just couldn't convince himself to be taken care of by his younger brother when both of them could use a hospital. "Where are we running to?" he finally ground out, shrugging Sam's hand off so he could stand on his own.

"I have no idea. Somewhere else, I guess."

Dean rolled his eyes and was about to say something characteristically rude when he saw Sam jump toward Freddy Krueger. And before he could ask why his brother was doing something so painfully stupid, they collided. The younger hunter had apparently had enough and, while kneeling on each of Freddy's wrists, he started sawing the arm off. "Distract Myers!" he shouted over his shoulder.

"I had to distract Jason," Dean whined, already waving his arms around in an attempt to get Michael Myers to look at him. "This plan sucks!"

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