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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Having provided a distraction to Michael Myers successfully for a few minutes, Dean was guessing that Sam had found some sort of success or there would have been noises of a fight. He ducked under Myers' swinging arm, grabbing the wrist to hold the knife away from him as he silently congratulated his brother.

Just then, a body flew by his head, landing in a groaning heap on the other side of the room. Dean, only able to take his eyes off of his enemy for a second, instantly recognised it as Sam. "Dude, did you have to do that right then?" he grumbled aloud.

In response, Sam drew himself back to his feet and held up one hand. "I got it," he said with a smirk, Freddy's severed hand in his grip.

"That is really gross," the elder hunter muttered, earning himself a hard hit to the head from Michael. Sam lurched forward, wielding the claws in front of him.

"Distract Freddy while I kill Myers," he ordered as he came toward his brother.

"Do I look like anything more than a distraction to you?" Dean shouted in frustration, turning to find Freddy Krueger right beside him, one-handed and extremely angry for having lost a limb. "Crap!"

Adrenalin allowed him to temporarily disregard his injuries. Experience gave him the moves necessary to dodge and distract the dream killer. But, unfortunately, no knowledge or logic in his mind could help him figure out how to actually take the offensive, and it bugged him. Dean Winchester was not the kind of man to defend and defend and try to out-wait someone. No, he liked to get in, maim or beat or kill or whatever the situation required, and then get out. This was about as far away from that as possible.

"Sam?" he called out casually, ducking a vicious swipe of Freddy's remaining hand. "How's it coming over there, buddy?"

"Excellent," came the strained reply, as Sam jerked his new "weapon" across Michael's chest and grinned when the undead man recoiled. "I'm nearly finished here, I think."

"Does this mean we don't get to chop them up into little pieces and salt and burn each one, after all?"

"You still can, if you want," the younger hunter offered. "I won't be offended. In fact, I'll even help you."

Dean's reply was lost on the sound of a thud, as the elder Winchester managed to plant a solid kick to Freddy's chest, knocking the nightmare villain backwards. He smiled, until pain shot up his leg and he shifted his weight to the other one to compensate. Unfortunately, agony rolled over this leg, too, and he rolled his eyes as he remembered his plight. "It never rains but it pours," he muttered under his breath, then gave a deep sigh as he realised what he'd just said. "I've been hanging out with you way too long, Sam," he said aloud.

"What?" Sam replied from the other side of the room, where his own fight was raging.

"Nothing," Dean grunted in return, putting his attention back on the enemy he was fighting. His entire body was tired. His legs were throbbing. His head hurt, and he was angry. Usually, this would be the time when he would let his anger wash over him and beat things up. But he didn't have the energy for it right now. It was hard enough to stay standing, let alone go postal as he usually did in situations like this. He could only pray that he would be able to outlast Freddy (and while that was laughable, it was a slight possibility that he couldn't afford to overlook) or that Sam would find a solution fast enough to save them both.

Freddy jerked his remaining hand around, pulling Dean from his thoughts quickly. The hunter leaned over,covering his head with his arms, not imagining that Krueger's attack was more of a tackle than a swipe, so Dean's change in position took them both by surprise. Freddy lost his balance, hit the hunter – who was a lot more stable on his feet than he thought he was – and flew over him to land in a heap on the floor. That small victory, though unintended, gave Dean a bit of extra adrenalin, and a characteristically wicked smirk crossed his face.

Sam was having his own problems. Freddy's severed hand seemed to be working to a certain point, but, in spite of his lumbering demeanor, Michael was faster than he looked. It was hard to get in even the occasional hit, and not only that, the hunter was getting tired. Like Dean, his body had been sapped of its natural energy long before Freddy had shown up in this miserable hunt. Only pure determination was keeping him on his feet right now.

He heard his brother groan at something and felt a spark of the protectiveness that was so prevalent in Dean. This spurred him on; he dodged a couple of blows that would surely have gotten him moments earlier. Knowing that his brother might need him was all it took to get him back into action. Briefly, he wondered why he hadn't thought of that before – it was always a failsafe way to get Dean to move quicker. He'd have to remember to pull the "Sam needs your help" card on his brother in the future. And with these thoughts running through his head, he found himself advancing easily on the now-shredded Myers, wielding the knives of Freddy Krueger's hand and gaining momentum as he took measured swings. And then, it seemed that his fight was at a climax.

Sam smiled at his fortuitous position, where Myers couldn't possibly block his next slash. And, in fact, Myers didn't even try to move as Freddy's claws ripped through his throat. But instead of falling down or even bleeding, Michael merely grunted and swatted Sam across the side of the head. A dark line showed where the slice was, but it barely slowed him down. Sam grumbled, crawling painfully back to his feet, and suddenly found himself too close to dodge any of Myers hits. And then he realised he had dropped his only weapon when he fell.

Frustrated at the whole stupid hunt, the younger Winchester decked Myers with all of his effort. The force of his blow knocked Michael's head back and then completely off. Sam's mouth dropped open in temporary surprise, and then he shouted his brother's name when Michael's now headless body continued to punch him. The only good news from this was that Michael Myers could no longer see him.

"Dean!"

"Not now, Sammy; I'm busy!"

"Dean, NOW! I'm serious!"

Dean cautiously took a glance away from Freddy Krueger, eyes widening when he saw what was attacking his baby brother. "Sam? Where's his head?"

"On the floor over there," Sam snapped, motioning with his head. "I don't know what to do . . . he's still moving! I don't think we can kill him!"

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Note: Sorry this is short and late, everyone! It's been a long weekend!

Okay, admittedly I've taken a lot of liberties with my artistic license here and I hope everyone stays with me. I sometimes get a bit carried away. Anyway, I think it will only be another chapter or two before I wrap things up. I know there wasn't a lot of banter and everything here, but eventually I actually need to allow the poor boys to stop talking and start fighting their way out of this situation, you know? And, if it feels like enough people are interested, perhaps I'll work on a sequel with some of the other movie villains that all of you have so kindly suggested.

Thanks again for reviewing! I got a lot of great comments back from the last chapter and I really appreciate it! You keep me going!