Title: Narcolepsy
Chapter: 5/?
Series: Supernatural
Author:
Alex Graves/frayed1989
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Ruby implied.
Rating:
R overall, PG13 for this chapter.
Warnings: Spoilers for 4.16, angst, violence, and slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. It belongs to its creators and the network that runs it. No copywrite infringement intended.
A/N:
PIE TIME!

Summary: The Winchesters visit a town that seems to suffer the nightmares of a narcoleptic. Can the boys save them or will it be the last straw for Dean?

Chapter Five
And there's a demon in my head who starts to play
A nightmare tape loop of what went wrong yesterday

"Tell me again why we're not buying any pie?" Dean asked Sam as he pulled out his keys to the impala. Sam sighed and shook his head as he watched his brother from over the hood of the car.

"Because they would have had to bake a new one and we don't have time to wait for it. We still have research to do and I'm sure Cas is waiting for us back at the room." Dean nodded, tilting his head to the side before he opened the door and slit into the driver's seat as Sam followed suit.

"What kind of diner runs out of pie? Seriously?"

"A seriously bad one?" Sam chuckled while Dean gave a small laugh of agreement as he leaned forward to start the car before turning his attention to the box of taps settled between the seats to search for music to fit his mood. "Dean."

"Nu-uh Sammy. I've caved in the last two times and listened to your chick music. It's my turn to choose the tune-age," Dean groused as he batted Sam's hand away which had begun swatting at his back.

"Dean!" Sam said louder, still hitting at Dean who swatted back as he continued rummaging through his cassette tape collection.

"I mean it Sam. I've been pretty cool with lettin' you pick the music but it's my damn turn!"

"DEAN!" Sam shouted and Dean shot up in his seat, fixing Sam with his most menacing glare but found his brother staring out the windshield rather than looking at him.

"What-" he started before turning his attention to whatever had his brother's rapt attention only to see that approaching his car was a black figure on an equally black, giant looking horse. "What the-" Dean squinted his eyes as a thick fog began to overtake the parking lot. "Is that?" he began as he took in the figure's hunched shoulders and lack of head.

"The Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow?" Sam finished, watching as the figure raised one arm upwards to the sky his hand gripping a giant ax. "I'm thinking yes."

"Is he about to do what I think he is about to do?" Dean asked warily watching the Headless Horseman. The Horseman reared his horse back almost as if in warning before he brought his arm down, ax thumping heavily onto the impala, denting the hood of the car as Sam jumped in his seat yelling while Dean grappled at the door handle, trying to get it open but failing in his haste. "Son-of-a-bitch! I'm gonna kill him!" Finally Dean threw the car door open, ignoring Sam's calls as he slammed the door shut and scrambled to the trunk. He could hear people screaming and the horse snuffling angrily a few feet away. He could also hear the hoof beats of the giant horse drawing closer as he fumbled with his keys, trying to get the trunk open, accomplishing it a few seconds later.

"Dean!" Sam cried as he watched the Headless Horseman, who had made his way around the car to Dean, raise his arm over his head as Dean rummaged through the trunk, grabbing a small shotgun and a few rounds of rock salt. The Headless Horseman's arm came down heavily, shutting the trunk with Dean's hand almost still in it but the Winchester had pulled away just in time, falling back onto the concrete, gun and rounds in hand. The horse reared back yet again, its giant hooves threatening as Dean scrambled backwards to the passenger side of the car. He sat back, pressed against the door as he shoved a round into the gun while listening to the hooves. "Dean!" Dean looked up to see Sam at the window of the car, palms pressed to the window as he looked down at his brother, worry and fear etched across his face.

"Stay in the car, Sammy!" Dean yelled as he cocked the gun, his gaze fixed on the Headless Horseman who was now coming towards him. Dean took aim and pulled the trigger, feeling the backlash against his stomach, watching as the rounds hit the horse which reared back, confused and angry before in continued moving closer. "Fuck!" Dean scrambled up, making his way around the car while fire off reloading the shogun before firing off another round in hopes to slow the Horseman down. "Why isn't it working?"

"It's not a spirit Dean! It's the actual thing!" Sam yelled from inside the car. "It's undead!"

"That means nothing!" Dean spat as he reloaded the gun yet again, firing at the Horseman who only continued slowly towards Dean, now unfazed.

"It does this time! He's not real so he's immune to conventional methods!" Sam replied, watching in horror as his brother continued running around the car, the Horseman fallowing menacingly behind.

"Then how the hell am I supposed to kill it?"

"I don't know! I don't think you can!"

"Damn it Sam!" Dean cursed, watching as the Horseman changed course, opting to stalk towards a family that had just left the diner. "No!" Dean yelled, firing off another shot at the Horseman, hitting him square in the back. But again the Horseman continued on, unfazed. "Come on you son of a bitch! You don't want them! You want me!" The family was standing in front of the diner, the father stepping out in front of his wife and two kids, trying to protect them.

Dean cursed loudly yet again as he jumped into the impala, the engine firing to life a few seconds later as Dean whipped out of the parking spot. "Dean, what are you doing?" Dean didn't answer, just griped the steering wheel tighter as he turned to car towards the Horseman, pressing on the gas. "Dean, stop!"

"Not gonna let anyone die today, Sammy," Dean ground out as they began to hurtle towards the Horseman who seemed unaware of the impala, only concentrating on the cowering family in front of him. He raised his giant arm, ready to strike when Dean plowed the impala into the horse which dispersed around them, both horse and Horseman disappearing into the vanishing fog. Dean slammed on the breaks quickly and the two Sat in the car, both taking deep breaths as they looked about the parking lot before looking at each other. Dean sighed; closing his eyes as he rested his forehead on the steering wheel while Sam rolled down his window and looked at the family. "

You guys okay?" he asked, the father nodding quietly while the mother hugged her kids. "Right."

"Sammy," Dean groaned as Sam turned his attention back to Dean. "After we're done here, we're going straight to Bobby's." Sam only nodded while Dean stared at the giant dent on the hood of his car. "Son of a fucking bitch!"


Castiel's head snapped up immediately when he heard the bolt in the lock slide back and was up off the bed when Dean pushed the door open, stomping into the room, his shoulders hunched, mumbling to himself as he sat down in an adjacent chair. Castiel turned his gaze over to Sam who calmly closed the door before answering, "had a run in with one of the nightmares," to Castiel's unasked question. Castiel nodded and sat back down again.

"I'm gonna kill that girl," Dean growled, pointing at Sam who rolled his eyes and shook his head as he sat down at the table across from Dean. Castiel looked at him curiously, confused.

"No you won't. It wasn't exactly her fault," Sam stated as he pulled out his laptop from his backpack to continue researching.

"We don't know that!" Dean exclaimed. "She could be a witch! She could have summoned that thing!" Sam gave Dean a pointed look while Castiel continued to watch the interaction between the brothers, trying to understand what was going on. "My car has a dent in it Sam! That thing tried to ax my car!"

"Tried? It did ax your car, Dean." Dean pulled himself up in his seat, looking as if he was about to launch himself across the table at Sam and tackle him to the floor for even thinking such a thing. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes yet again. "She's fourteen, Dean. I highly doubt she's a witch. Besides, how could se summon the Headless Horseman when it doesn't exist?"

"What do you mean, doesn't exist? We thought Bloody Mary didn't exist and she did!" Dean exclaimed and Sam shook his head.

"Bloody Mary was a fluke. The Legend of Sleepy Hollow is a story Dean, written by the same guy who wrote Rip Van Winkle. The actual Legend doesn't exist," Sam stated and Dean shook his head, jumping up from his chair as he begun to pace the room.

"Well every legend has a bit of truth in it don't they? I mean, the guy had to get the idea from somewhere!"

"Yeah, he got it from another guy who recorded a similar story. Dean, I'm telling you, the Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow is just fiction! He isn't real!" Sam stated exasperated.

"Isn't real? Explain that to my car Sam!" Dean cried angrily. Sam sighed, shaking his head as he chose to ignore Dean and turn his attention back to his laptop. Dean huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked over at Castiel who had not moved since he had sat down. "Well, what do you think, Cas?"

"I agree with Sam. The girl is not a witch and the Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow is just that, a legend," he stated simply as Dean through his hands up in the air angrily.

"It was real enough when it almost killed me," he cried as Castiel cocked his head to the side, the familiar confused expression crossing his features as he looked over Dean, eyes taking in every detail of his body, checking for injuries or anything tell him that what Dean was saying was true, that he almost did die, but except for his heart rate which had picked up a bit since he left earlier, nothing seemed amiss. "Dude," Dean began, taking a step back as he watched Castiel look him over yet again. "You're creeping me out. Stop checking me out." Sam tried to hold back a laugh when Castiel only continued to look over Dean's being once again, only this time standing up, reaching out to grip Dean's left bicep, forcing him to turn around. "Dude! Seriously! Personal space! You're in mine."

"You do not have any serious injuries and you're just as loud as always," Castiel stated as he turned Dean back around, the taller man giving him a strange look. "What is it?"

"Where were you?" Dean asked and Castiel titled his head to the side, trying to understand what Dean meant. "We were in trouble," Dean clarified. "Where were you?"

"Dean-" Sam began, reaching out for his brother but Dean batted his hand away, still looking at the angel in front of him, his lips pursed while the angel stared blankly back.

"I did not know that you would have liked my help," Castiel said softly, his brows pulling together tightly as he looked up at Dean. "You have never wanted it before." Dean finally noticed the uncomfortable closeness of the angel who only stood a few inches away, so close that Dean could faintly feel the angel's breath on his neck and he wondered briefly why angels needed to breath before remembering that it was a vessel he was looking at, that someone else was in there, and that someone needed air.

"Yeah, well," Dean paused, searching for something to say, wondering why he was concentrating so hard on the angel inches away from him. "You angels are pretty handy in a fight. Could always do with more back up," he finished softly, looking down at Castiel who only titled his head and looked back up at him. Sam coughed loudly and both Dean and Castiel snapped their attention to him.

"You two want some alone time? Because I could go outside," he asked with a slight smirk, chuckling when Castiel's brows furrowed in confusion even more and then ducking his head when Dean chucked a pillow at him.

"I thought you were busy researching!" Dean growled but Sam only shook his head and threw the pillow back at his brother. Dean sighed and turned back to Castiel who took a step back as if just realizing how close he was. "Right. Well." Dean bit his lip and scratched absently at his neck as Castiel looked down at his shoes before his gaze returned to Dean's eyes.

"I shall try to help you in your future endeavors from now on." Dean nodded. "That is as long as the host allows me to," Castiel nodded after what seemed to be some thought. Dean shrugged and plopped down on the bed closest to him.

"Ok then, don't hold out. Got it," he said, taping his temple with his index finger before sighing. "Guess you don't have any intel on what it is we're exactly dealing with do you?" Dean asked, hoping for some information from the angel but not expecting any. Castiel pursed his lips in thought, his eyes boring into Dean's.

"Yes," Castiel began, his voice low and serious. "You are to save a seal."