Is what's happening only in Sam's head or is it on his head?

Author's note: Please forgive me for what I am about to write. I know not where it came from and I really don't know where it is going to go, but I hope you have fun along the way. I had a blast writing one of the characters, you can guess which one. :-) If you love it or hate it and if you want to read more of it, just hit that little purple button at the bottom and drop me a review. Reviews are like chocolate, dearly treasured.

Oh, and I own nothing. Kripke and Company are my God and I worship at the feet of Jared and Jensen.

The Case of the Ghostly Head Lice

Sam awoke that morning with a start. He could have swore he heard someone talking to him but Dean was no where to be found. Apparently he had gone to get coffee and breakfast. He had just lain back down on the pillow when he thought he heard it again.

Oh most noble ruler, we beseech you to allow the heaven's to rain down upon us.

"Huh?"

Our crops need the rain to sustain our harvest.

"What?"

Please, almighty, give us your blessings.

"Who are you?"

My name your majesty is Garknar. I have lived on you my entire life.

"How old are you, Garknar?"

According to history I am 47 blitherins old, as witnessed by the light you shine down upon us.

"How long is a blitherin?"

I believe it amounts to your days, your royal leader.

"Why do you think I am your leader?"

Even though we cannot see you, you are always with us, you provide us a place to live, food to eat, light to see, water for our crops, you provide for us and bestow upon us many blessings.

"How exactly do I provide water for your crops?"

Each new blitherin during the early part, it rains down upon us a most fragrant bouquet of heavenly scents that help water our crops and in turn deliver unto us, food for our village.

"You say you have a village, how many people are in your village?"

There are 87 of us, your highness.

"EIGHTY-SEVEN?!"

Yes sire. We live, work and play among the tall brown grasses.

"You mean in my hair? You live in my hair? How…Why….What?"

Yes your most humble king. However it is odd to hear the grass referred to as "hair". Isn't that what is on the top of everyone's head?

Sam doesn't know how to respond to this. He has officially lost it. He is hearing voices from tiny beings claiming to inhabit his hair. Of all the weird things that have happened to him, this has definitely got to be towards the top of the list, if not in the number one spot. He wonders for a moment how to get rid of them and whether or not he should tell Dean and Bobby, but they would probably laugh him out of the room. For now he decides to keep this to himself.

"Garknar, yes you are living in my hair. The hair that is on the top of my head. I don't know how you got there or where you came from."

Oh Garknar knows the legend as it has been passed down for generations in my family.

"Excuse me, did you say generations? How many?"

Oh the generations are too numerous to number. We have been with you since the dawn of all time. We only exist because you exist.

"Why am I only hearing you now Garknar?"

I don't know your majesty. You have been God for as long as time has existed.

"You think I am God?"

Of course you are the most holy lord. We would be nothing without you.

"Please stop calling me holy this and majesty that, my name is Sam."

Oh Sam, I am blest to be able to be the one to converse with you. Do you have a message you wish me to relay to those of my village?

"Not right now. This is all rather overwhelming; I will have to think it over."

Just then the motel door opens to reveal Dean carrying 2 cups of coffee and a fast food bag containing what smells like sausage and egg biscuits and hash browns.

"Dude, some jackass cut me off and nearly ran me off the road. If I didn't have cat like reflexes, my baby would be in a ditch right now."

Are you sure you don't have anything to say to your loyal subjects, Sam?

"No, I don't have anything to say."

"Anything to say about what geek boy?"

"Nothing, never mind."

Oh Sam, please do not forsake me. I beg your most humble forgiveness. Please give me a sign that you still care.

"Um, excuse me; I need to go to the bathroom."

"Ok, freak boy, weird much?"

Sam rushes into the bathroom, quickly shuts the door and turns the water on in the sink.

"Garknar, I have not forsaken you. I am still here, there are just going to be times that I cannot talk to you because I am talking to other people."

I think I understand, Sam, but what if I really need you.

"We will cross that bridge when we get to it."

Ah, you are familiar with the Fring Bridge? It is a beautiful spot, must be one of the best things you have created Sam.

"Do I really want to know that there is an imaginary bridge on my head?"

Sam, I can assure you the bridge is real, as real as the conversation we are having right now.

"I believe you Garknar."

Just then there is a loud knock on the door.

"Hey Sammy, let me in, I need to drain the main vein."

"Garknar, I have to go and deal with something right now, I will have to talk to you later, but believe me when I say I have not and will not forsake you."

"Dude, hurry the hell up. I know it takes you a while to do your make up but geez Sammy, you take longer than a girl in there sometimes."

I believe you Sam. Until we speak again, may YOU bless and be with you.

"Bless you too."

"Bless who? Who are you talking to in their Sam? I didn't see you take the phone in there. Open the door. What is going on?"

"Nothing." Sam replies as he quickly opens the door and exits the bathroom while still leaving the water running in the sink.

"Man, what is wrong with you, you look like you have seen a ghost and you left the freaking water running in the sink. Are you sick? Coming down with something? I knew we should have taken a break after that nest of vamps. You look completely run down."

"I'm fine Dean."

"Say that again and maybe this time I will believe you."

"Really I am okay and starving, did I see a food bag around here somewhere."

"Yeah, it's over on the table."

Later that night while lying in bed halfway between reality and the land of nod, Sam hears someone call his name but it doesn't sound like Dean.

Sam?

...

Sam? You there?

"Garknar?"

Yes sir, you remember me, I am elated.

"What do you what?" Sam whispers, only hoping that Dean continues snoring lightly.

The village didn't believe me when I told them that I had spoken to you. They think I am crazy. Is there anyway you could tell me something to pass along to them to relay their fears?

"I don't know what you want me to say."

You are a very old and wise God, there must be some nugget of brilliance to share with the masses?

"I'll have to think about it and let you know."

"Think about what Sammy, let who know what?" Dean interjects.

"Uh, nothing."

Okay Sam, you are wise and I will give you time to come up with just the right thing to say.

"That is not going to work this time, who the hell are you talking to?"

"Okay. Um, no one. Nothing."

What Sam?

"Sammy, if you don't start making sense right now, I am going to come over there and drag you to the hospital to get you checked out. I think those vamps hit you too hard in the head."

"Just talking to myself out loud 's all."

Oh, I thought you were talking to me Sam.

"Since when do you talk to yourself in the middle of the night? Dude, seriously, I am worried about you." Dean says as he sits up and turns the bedside table lamp on illuminating the small room with ghostly yellow light.

"Everything's fine. Sometimes I talk to myself, it's really no big deal. I think we should get some sleep, we have an early morning tomorrow with interviewing the witnesses."

Alright, goodnight Sam.

"Goodnight."

"See that right there. Who are you telling goodnight too? It certainly wasn't me. Who in the hell are you talking to? Are you hearing voices, are you at the right age for schizophrenia? Sammy, talk to ME, what is going on? Please I just want to help you."

"Dude, chill out, I don't have freaking schizophrenia and I am perfectly fine. Now shut up and let's get some sleep." Sam says as he proceeds to roll over on his side facing away from Dean.

"Fine you want to let this go tonight, that's fine by me. But tomorrow morning, bright and early, we are discussing this and I mean both of us. Do you hear my Sam? Am I making myself clear?"

"Yeah, whatever, goodnight."

"Goodnight."

TBC...?

AN2: Please let me know if you wish for me to continue this. I love reviews but very rarely get them. Even if you just say it was good or bad, I would greatly appreciate it.