I don't own any of the characters from Supernatural sob but it would be nice. Megan is mine though. Hope you enjoy the story!

Megan's Revenge

Megan stepped into the shower. She yelled and leapt backwards as the hot water hit her scared stomach. It had been three days since she was rescued from the thing, and two of those days had been spent recovering from the numerous cuts and bruises that she had received from her little adventure. The water cooled a bit and she stepped underneath it. Her whole body stung as she scrubbed away at her arms and legs. She still hadn't thought of a suitable punishment for the boys yet, but at the present time, she wasn't interested in hurting them…badly.

She stepped out of the shower and rapped a towel around herself. She dressed quickly and then stepped out into the motel room. The blood in her body drained away and she went cold as she noticed that the window, the same window that the monster had come in from, was wide open. She rushed over to it and slammed it closed, locking it and shutting the curtains. Only then did she notice that Sam and Dean were sitting there watching her freak out about the open window. She spun around and glared at Dean as he burst into uncontrollable laughter. "So now you are scared…hahahaha…of windows?" he said when he had recovered from his fit of laughter. Sam was trying not to laugh but Megan could see the corners of his mouth twitching with the effort.

"Well in case you haven't been informed" she growled "I was dragged through that OPEN widow by the ugliest damn thing that I have ever SEEN!"

She turned on her heel and stormed back into the bathroom, followed by fits of laughter coming from both boys.

She paced in the bathroom, trying to cool down. "Those two are just so…so…" And then the idea hit her, well actually the floor hit her when she slipped on the wet tiles. "DAMN IT!" She yelled as she picked her self up. "Any way, back to my plan" she thought as she flipped open her phone. She quickly dialed a number and held the phone to her ear. "Hello, I'm Megan Thomson and I'm thinking of throwing a party…"

Two days later

Sam was sitting on his bed looking through some articles about cattle mutilations and various other things on his laptop. He had to find a new gig soon other wise he and Dean would be out of a job for a while. Dean was out and about, trying to find out some information about a young woman who had been found dead; missing quite a few body parts, and Megan, well Sam had no-idea where Megan was but he wasn't too worried about that. She had been promising that he would be seeing an early grave because of the little window incident, and quite frankly, he was happy to not be in her company for the time being.

Three sharp taps on the door made Sam jump and he nearly dropped his laptop. He stared at the door, deciding weather he should answer it or not. If it was Dean, he could let himself in, but if it was Megan, he didn't even want to know. The three taps repeated themselves, so Sam sighed and jumped to his feet. He opened the door, not even thinking about what could be on the other side.

"Hi, I am Trixi the clown!"

Sam nearly fell over backwards as the overly colorful clown jumped around excitedly. Sam's heart continued to thud with shock as he stared up at the red and white painted face that smiled down at him.

"Now where would the birthday boy be?" Trixi asked as she jumped from foot to foot.

Sam finally found his voice and said

"I-im sorry b-but I think you have the w-wrong room."

"Oh, ok, I'm very sorry then for disturbing you" Trixi said, a little too happily for some one who had just made an embarrassing mistake. She honked her big red nose and jumped out of the room, dancing away down to the next room where she could spring her rain of 'happiness' on another un-suspecting family of travelers. (by the way I mean no offence to people who do have a fear of clowns, because to tell you the truth I am PETRIFIED of them)

Sam slumped into a chair next to the door and tried to calm his thudding heart. "Stupid, damn, overly excited bloody clowns" he thought to himself as he rubbed his temples and sighed. "Who the hell could have sent that clown here…Oh my god…" It suddenly dawned on him that the only person, apart from Dean, who new that he had a fear of clowns was…

"MEGAN!" He shouted, not caring if she was there to hear him or not. He heard a door from the next room shut as Megan appeared beside him with an overly innocent grin on her face.

"Yes Sammy, is there anything wrong?" she asked him quietly and stared up at him with her big blue eyes.

"Did you, or did you not, send and ugly, overly excited clown here to come and visit me?" Sam asked, trying not to raise his voice over a whisper. Megan just stared at him as an evil grin crossed her face.

"Well I thought that you needed just a little bit of laughter in your life." And with that she turned around and headed out of the motel room, laughing like a parrot that was high on caffeine. Sam just stared after her with his mouth hanging wide open.

"My god" he thought. "I am living with a MONSTER"

Hehe, hope you liked it. I am in the middle of writing the next chapter that covers what evil surprise Dean is in for so Stay Tune for the next chapter of Megan's Revenge : )