Chapter Two

Dean was humming along to his AC/DC tape as Sam typed away on his laptop. There was no sense in looking for this demon if they didn't know anything about it's history. But they typing noise really got on Dean's nerves. He turned up his music and started singing as the chorus of "You shook me all Night Long" started playing. He finished the chorus then smiled at Sam. Sam just stared at him with a disgusted look on his face. Dean cleared his throat and turned back to the road.

"Find anything yet?" asked Dean.

"Well there was something about a family who bought cat's just to kill them and bury them in their backyard, and apparently Tarrytown is where there the Headless Horseman legend began." replied Sam, scrolling down a page on his laptop. "But none that match my vision."

"Cats, huh? Did the family have really bad luck?" asked Dean chuckling to himself. Sam gave him a questioning look. "You know the whole black cat, bad luck thing?"

Sam rolled his eyes and went back to his research. Dean's smile fell.

"Okay, it's not one of my better jokes..." began Dean.

"Ya, and you're better ones suck too." interrupted Sam.

Dean frowned at him. What's up his ass, today? He spotted a gas station up ahead.

"Need a break?" asked Dean.

"Ya, I need some caffeine. I'm falling asleep with this research that's going nowhere." replied Sam, stretching his arms above his head. He accidentally smacked Dean in the head with his elbow.

"Watch what your doing, Tinker bell!" exclaimed Dean. "Save it for the gas station."

"Sorry," said Sam, putting his arms down. "Tinker bell?"

"What?" asked Dean as he pulled up to a pump.

"I've gotten stretch, moose, Paul Bunyan, even grace." explained Sam as he got out of the Impala. Dean got out and Sam leaned on the top of the car, looking at Dean on the other side. "But never Tinker bell."

"Fill it up, Sammy." said Dean ignoring Sam's statement. "And if you slop gas on my car I will kill you."

Sam reached for the pump and dean went inside to get his provisions - coffee, a bag of chips, and an industrialized size bag of M & M's. When Sam was done he joined Dean and got a coffee, preferring not to destroy his body with junk food, which is hard when they usually eat at gas stations. He was surprised to find that this one had sandwiches and pizza, a luxury he usually didn't get. Dean also grabbed a map off the counter and double checked where Tarrytown was.

"That will be $72.83, please." said the cashier. Dean pulled out his"Dean Reeves" Mastercard and handed it over to the cashier, her name tag read "Michelle."

"Hey, do you know how far Tarrytown is from here?" asked Dean.

"Um, "replied Michelle, "I'd say about three hours, two and a half if you drive fast."

"Thanks," replied Dean as the machine beeped and Michelle handed him the receipt to sign.

"Do you mind me asking why you're going to Tarrrytown?" asked Michelle.

"Family business," replied Dean, a questioning look on his face.

"Well, there have been strange rumors from people there. " warned Michelle. "Lately there have been a lot of people coming through from Tarrytown. They are fleeing, scared of something in the town. It's killing people in families."

"Really?" asked Sam, leaning forward. "Do you think it's real?"

"I don't know," replied Michelle, "but the autopsy's show nothing and some are blaming this really weird family that have buried a whole bunch of cats in their backyard."

"Hm, " replied Dean, "Well, thank you, Michelle. Let's go, Sammy."

"So, do you think these cats have something to do with the demon?" asked Dean as they pulled back out on to the highway.

"I have no idea," replied Sam.

"Well, there's only one way to find out,"stated Dean as he quickly excellerated his speed.