A/N: Happy early Halloween everyone! I love doing holiday special fics for both of my fandoms, so here's the 2014 Halloween one for Supernatural! (Guess who the boyfriend is supposed to be ;p Basically imagine Bill Hazeldine for him) Enjoy :)
"Tom…. Oh, Tom…" moaned Lauren as her boyfriend, who had transferred from a British school a few years back, kissed her neck. They were sitting in the living room, watching a horror movie on the TV. She turned suddenly, pausing the movie. "Tom?" He looked up. "Hm? What is it, love?" "I want you right now," she whispered, and Tom grinned sweetly, nodding his agreement as she pressed her lips to his.
They stumbled to her bedroom, fumbling for the doorknob and shutting her door, even though there was no one else in the house. They fell back against her plush pillows, and went back to kissing, feeling each other up and taking off their clothes.
"Ohhhh, Tom, yeah," she encouraged, and her boyfriend's breath became heavy as they finished removing each other's clothes, and Tom got down on top of her.
Lauren put her pink housecoat on.
"Bye, babe," she said promiscuously, waving Tom off. It was 1:30 in the morning, and Lauren's parents were out for the night to celebrate their anniversary. She was seventeen, just a few months away from turning 18, and so was Tom.
Tom waved back, jogging back to kiss her one last time before walking down the pathway and getting into his car.
Lauren watched him leave with a satisfied smile, and shut the door. She yawned as she padded over the hardwood floor, shutting the TV off and making sure the appliances were off and such before going back to her room.
She got into her shower, humming to herself as she felt the soothingly warm water rush over her face and through her hair. Fall was getting chilly now, as October was coming to a close, and it always felt good to warm up.
After she got out, she was drying off her hair when she heard her phone ring. She smiled to herself as she imagined it was Tom, sending her a quick goodnight before bed, but when she checked the number, it was one she'd never seen before.
She answered cautiously. "Hello?"
"Hello, Lauren," said a scratchy voice on the other end. She frowned. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" "No," the voice simply said. "Riiiight," she said, raising her eyebrows. "So, I'm just gonna-" "How was your night with Tom?" the voice asked, and Lauren's heart skipped a beat.
"Oh my god, Dad, we didn't do anything, I swear. And this isn't funny." "This isn't your dad." Lauren hesitated. "Who are you, then?" The line went dead, and Lauren got chills.
Then she laughed to herself. She had just been watching a horror movie, and those always freaked her out afterward. She went back into the bathroom, finishing drying her hair and her body, and slipped an old T-shirt and sleeping shorts on.
She was about to text Tom goodnight, when her phone rang again. Same number.
She swallowed, and answered. "Look, whoever you are, I really don't appreciate you calling me this late, okay? I'm really tired." "Oh, I'm sure you are. After fucking that much, I would be too."
Lauren gasped at the bluntness of the stranger, and she almost hung up right then and there, when the voice spoke again. "Are you wondering how I know that? Hm? Well let me ask you something, Lauren… did you remember to lock the back door?"
Lauren paled, and dropped her phone as she dashed out to the living room, where she scrambled to flick the light back on and check the door. She went over, and to her horror, found that it was unlocked.
She quickly went over, and locked it, flipping around so that her back was to the door. "I-is there somebody here?" she asked, voice wavering, and she moved slowly toward the kitchen to get a knife.
Just then, there was a shuffling noise from the closet, and she ran to the kitchen, where she grabbed a kitchen knife to defend herself. "Who's there?" she shouted, and she heard her phone ring from her room, which sparked an idea.
If she could get to her phone, she could call the police! She crept back, and slowly picked up the phone, bringing it to her ear. "H-hello?" she squeaked.
"Hello, Lauren," a voice behind her said, and she whipped around, letting out a bloodcurdling scream as she saw who it was.
"So, about what time do you think this happened?" Sam, 'Special Agent Humberson" Winchester asked the local police.
"We think around 2 in the morning," the cop answered, gazing back at the house. "Real shame." Dean, "Special Agent Motley" watched as her parents were escorted away from the crime scene, crying over their daughter. He shook his head. "Sure is."
Later, the two went into the crime scene, cringing as they saw the body on the bed. Her neck had been sliced, hair sprawled out all around her on her blood soaked sheets.
"So, what do you figure?" Dean asked, frowning as he tilted his head to look.
"Well," Sam sighed, "I think they had a fun night together, that's what." "What, her and her boyfriend spent the evening together while mom and pop were out and had a few go's before it offed her?" "The neighbour said he saw her boyfriend leave about half an hour before she was killed."
"Was that the same neighbour who said that he saw Ghostface from the Scream movies through the window?" he chuckled, "What's your favourite scary movie, Sammy?" Sam huffed. "Dean, this is serious." "Aw, come on, man! It was probably just a Halloween prank gone a little too far. I mean Ghostface? Really? Why not Jason Voorhees?" He laughed at his own joke.
Sam rolled his eyes. "That would seem like a logical explanation… if Mr. Ulrich, the neighbour over there, didn't say he saw it disappear after it killed her." Dean raised his eyebrows, and Sam went over to the windowsills and crevices, dragging his fingertips and smelling them.
"No sulphur," he murmured. "Trickster?" Dean asked with an exasperated sigh, "This seems exactly like something he would do." Sam considered it, then shook his head. "Lauren was a good kid, people say. She didn't have any reason to die." "Yeah… And the trickster only screws with and kills douche bags." Sam took out the EMF reader. "I'm gonna check the place for readings."
He crept down the hallway, and looked around as the device began to spike. It got louder as he neared the closet, and around the living room area, and especially near the television.
Sam frowned as he caught a glimpse of the title of the movie that was sitting on top of the table beside it, and then, everything made sense.
"Dean," he called, "Com'ere." Dean came out, and nodded knowingly as he saw the case.
On it, was a group of teenagers, and the name 'Scream' on the front.
The two showed their badges, and after squinting for a while, the lady at the door finally let them into the questioning room when she was convinced they were lawyers, where they found a boy, who looked about 17, shaking at the table.
He gulped as Sam and Dean sat down. He looked terrified and distressed, and wouldn't stop running his hand nervously through his flurry of blonde curls.
"I… I can't believe she's gone," he breathed, tears forming in his eyes. He looked at them. "How could anyone think I killed someone that I loved so much! My god, I…I was going to marry her. I was. I mean, after we graduated and stuff, but…" Dean looked at him in disbelief, but Sam smiled sympathetically.
Dean cleared his throat to interrupt the boy's crying. "Tom, is it?" He nodded absentmindedly. "You were the only one around Lauren near the time of her death, is that right?" "Yes, but I didn't do it!"
"It's alright," Sam said softly, "We're not here to judge you. We just want to hear what happened, from your side." Tom squeezed his eyes shut, and nodded. "Well, I went over at around, 8:30, and brought some crisps and spiked lemonade," he said, and began to cry again, "Her favourite."
Sam and Dean looked at each other, then back to the boy. "And?" He gulped. "Then, we watched a horror movie, because she always said she could snuggle into my arm if she gets, *sniff*, scared." "Alright, alright, hold it together man, next?" Dean asked.
Tom shook his head. "Right. Then, about three-quarters of the way through the movie, we…." He looked away bashfully, blushing, "We, um…you know…" Sam nodded in understanding. "Yeah, okay. And after that…" "After that, I left, promising to call her back, but when I did, she didn't answer. That's when I knew something was wrong."
They nodded, and got up. "Thank you Tom, we'll get back to you as soon as we've arranged your case. And… we're really sorry for your loss." He nodded in thanks, and broke down again as they left.
"Well, isn't he Prince Blubbery?" Dean mumbled, and Sam frowned as they walked out of the station. "Hey, it's good to know that there are still guys like that out there. That don't love and leave," he said, shooting a pointed stare at his brother, to which Dean scoffed at. He got in the Impala. "Anyway, there's no way a guy like that could kill his girlfriend. He seemed way too in love."
"But, what I don't understand," Sam continued, "Is, the reports of the neighbor saying she was on the phone. There were no traces on her cell of any number calling except for Tom's, and he said that she didn't answer." "This has got to be a ghost," Dean said. "With a sick sense of cinematic accuracy," Sam added.
"Well, it is almost Halloween," Dean grinned, "The freaks come out at night!" he shouted, turning up the music as they sped back to the motel.
Later that night, off in a different part of town, someone was alone in their house watching a movie.
A scream sounded from the TV, and the guy watching it jumped in his seat, pushing his glasses further up his nose as he watched in anticipation. The glow of the television illuminated the dark room.
Suddenly, there was a bump from the kitchen, and the boy pressed pause with the remote. "Mom? Dad? You home already?"
When there was no answer, he shrugged, and put the movie back on, biting his nails.
Just then, the noise sounded again, only louder, as well as what sounded like a potted plant crashing outside the back door. The boy, who's name was Jackson, got up from his seat, turning the lamp on and checking outside nervously. He sighed as he saw one of the hanging plants had fallen and broken, and went back to sit down as he figured he would clean it up in the morning.
As he was about to press play again, the sound came back, this time for much longer, and Jackson got up, walking cautiously to the kitchen. "Hello?!" he called, and pushed his glasses up. "Who's there?"
Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed his neck from behind, and shoved him up against a wall. Jackson cried out when he saw who it was. "This... this is impossible!"