Lila took a deep breath as she hid inside Mighty Pete. This was not what she had in mind for Gerald and Phoebe's rehearsal dinner. It was so uncharacteristic. Usually Mr. Johansson was such a kind person. It was a warm summer night so Lila knew she shouldn't have been cold, but she felt a chill in the air none the less. She rubbed her hands together and stopped when she saw the droplets of blood. She hoped everyone was alright. Arnold had told her to meet him here while he tried helping the others. She tried not to worry, but she was worried sick anyway. She wanted to check her phone, but that wouldn't do any good. She had fallen and shattered the screen while she ran to the tree house. She hadn't been here in years. She couldn't help but think back to times in here. Once she had a sleepover in this treehouse with Phoebe, Rhonda, Nadine, and Sheena. Rhonda was opposed to sleeping in an 'old shack', but she'd ended up having fun. This had been where she and Arnold had their first date when she was sixteen. It had been such a fun and romantic evening. It was eight years later and she still cared deeply for Arnold, but sometimes she couldn't help but think that their relationship didn't have that ever-so special something that it had had before. Still, now was no time to think about her relationship and what to do with it. She was just glad she and Arnold weren't married. That would have made it ever-so much more complicated.

She heard someone - or something climbing the rope ladder up the tree house and she held her breath while shrinking into the shadows. She couldn't see who it was. They weren't alone. As soon as the first person was up the ladder a second person followed. Then a third...a fourth...a fifth...that was it...she hoped.

"Lila?" The voice was a whisper, but she recognized it at once. She sprung up and out of the shadows before running to Arnold and wrapping her arms tightly around him, sobbing hysterically at last.

"Oh Arnold, I'm so frightened!" She wept.

Arnold shushed her comfortingly and ran a hand down her back. "It's okay, we're safe now."

"If there was ever an omen for us to not get married then this was a doozy." Phoebe muttered, stalking back and forth and running her hands down the front of her purple chiffon cocktail dress.

"Babe, this has nothing to do with us getting married." Gerald exclaimed. "I mean, come on, that is totally not my dad."

"You're either blind or totally crazy, man, because that was your dad." Sid exclaimed frantically.

Nadine put a hand on his shoulder and tried to shush him, but it didn't do much good. Sid was having a panic attack. It wasn't easy to come back from that. "Sid, sweetheart, calm down. This isn't easy for not Gerald. It's not his fault."

"Damn right it's not my fault!" Gerald exclaimed. "I don't know what happened, he just went crazy!"

"It doesn't seem right." Arnold commented. "I've known your dad basically all my life. It's almost like he was possessed or something."

Phoebe rolled her eyes, "Yeah, my future father-in-law got possessed by ghosts and went bat-shit crazy and decided to rip my cousin's arteries out with his teeth just for kicks and giggles. That sounds realistic and reasonable."

"I'm not saying this is normal, I'm just saying...I don't know what I'm saying." Arnold heaved a sigh, trying to make sense of this entire mess. "Let's just get somewhere safe and try and get our heads on right."

"What about my parents?" Phoebe exclaimed.

"What about Jamie O and Timberly?" Gerald chimed in.

"We're no good to them dead, let's go!" Sid declared.

No one felt good about leaving the others behind, but they also knew that Sid was right, despite his hysterical state. Laden with guilt they left the tree house and hugged the shadows, searching for a safe place, at least for now.

~.~.~.~

"I don't know how many times we have to have this conversation, Sammy." Dean snapped after he finished his bite of hamburger, placing the food down

Sam rolled his eyes and dropped the newspaper he had been reading in front of his older brother. "We can fight about Chuck Norris and Bruce Lee later. Check it out. Hillwood, Washington."

Dean picked up the paper, "Ah, the good old evergreen state. I don't think we've worked a case there since we were working cases with dad." He read the highlights of article aloud. "Alright so a rehearsal dinner and the father of the groom loses his marbles and rips out three of the wedding guests' carotid arteries...with his teeth." He winced and shook his head. God, that was gross. "So, what? Daddy's a vamp?"

Sam shook his head, "That's what I thought too, keep reading."

"Martin Johansson claims to have no memory of the incident. Three dead and more than ten wedding guests and members of the wedding party are still missing." Dean folded the paper and passed it back to Sam. "Sounds like our kind of thing. Why does Hillwood Washington sound so familiar though?"

Sam shrugged, "Beats me. I'll do some digging once we get there."

Dean shrugged. He couldn't argue with that. He wasn't going to leave without finishing his burger first though.

~.~.~.~

"What kind of a town doesn't have a crappy motel?" Dean complained as they started settling into their room.

Sam rolled his eyes, "It's not the first time we've stayed in a boarding house before. Besides, it was this or the car."

"Yeah I know." Dean plopped down on the bed and covered his face with his arm. "Wake me up when dawn breaks."

~.~.~.~

Sam was stumped. At least for now. The Winchesters always figured out what was going on. Eventually anyway. While Dean was doing another sweep on the crime scene so he was interrogating Martin Johansson. Af first glance he didn't look like a killer, but they never did.
Still, he tried keeping an open mind.

When he shut the door behind him Martin jumped. It was probably a shock being on the other side of the table. "Mr. Johansson, my name is agent Carter with the FBI. I'd just like to ask you a couple of questions about your son's rehearsal dinner."

"I've already told the police what happened." Officer Johansson retorted briskly.

"Yes, I know, I just need to do my own report." Sam explained, trying to offer a smile.

Martin sighed, his head drooping below his shoulders. "I know what happened, but I don't remember it at all. All I remember is getting ready for the rehearsal dinner and then everything went black. Next thing I know I'm on the other side of town, passed out in Tina Park, covered in blood and getting picked up by one of the men in my squadron."

Sam scribbled down the account in a notepad in front of him. "So you have no idea where your son and the other missing guests are?"

Martin Johansson looked shocked, "What? My-my son is...he's missing? Which one?"

Martin may have been responsible, but he hadn't been responsible knowingly. "Both of them, last I heard." Sam answered.

"What about Timberly?" Martin asked frantically. "And my wife?"

"We're doing all we can to find them." Sam assured him. He asked a few more questions, despite the fact he had more than he needed, just to avoid looking suspicious before he took his leave. He took out his phone once he wasn't within earshot of anyone and he called his brother. On the other end Dean asked what Sam found out and he told him. It was time to hit the books.

~.~.~.~

This was awful. All they had wanted was a place to squat until things cooled down. They shouldn't have been imprisoned by the goddamn Sewer King. Arnold hadn't seen him since he was a kid, but that didn't mean that high disgusting majesty didn't have it out for him. He just hoped that everything was alright. Arnold and the others had found Timberly, Jamie O, Harold, and Stinky while they were trying to think things over. He wasn't sure why they'd decided the sewers was their best course of action, but they'd ended up getting found out by the Sewer King. He was older, and frankly more terrifying than before. He was just...watching them, his skin so thin and pale that you could see nearly every vein in his face and neck. Arnold honestly hoped that everything would be alright in the end.

"You remember the last time we were in this jam?" Gerald asked Arnold, a small trace of amusement in his voice. He and Arnold were the only ones awake at the moment.

Arnold smirked, "Yeah. I was picking up my grandpa's watch and I dropped it in a hole and won it back in a chess game."

"Man, we were always doing crazy things when we were kids." Gerald chuckled, glad for the bit of happy nostalgia to get them through the madness. "You remember that time Rhonda's 'marriage predictor' said you were going to marry Helga Pataki?"

Arnold smiled and shook his head, "One-hundred-and-ten times."

"Kinda makes you think." Gerald observed. "Not that you and Lila are a bad couple or anything, but ya know, what would have happened had Helga not…"

"Been brutally murdered by her father?" Arnold finished a bit coldly. Having a friend die like that wasn't just someone anyone forgot about. Arnold knew that Bob Pataki had been a royal dick, but he never would have thought he'd go as far as to murder his entire family. Sometimes Arnold still thought about it, and it still filled him with rage that Bob Pataki had gotten away with it and was still out there, somewhere.

"Hey! Stop that chatter!" The Sewer King yelled hysterically, waking up Lila, Phoebe, Sid, Jamie O, and Timberly in the process.

"We were just talking." Gerald replied coldly. "If you'd let us go then you wouldn't be bothered by the idle chatter."

The Sewer King began to advance on them, wielding a wrench over his head, ready to strike them down. Before he could get too close to them he stopped dead in his tracks as a stream of thick, black smoke rushed into his mouth, choking off his screams as his body spasmed. Sid, Phoebe, and Lila screamed, waking the others. Arnold, Gerald, Jamie O, and Timberly were too shocked to scream. When the smoke stopped rushing down his throat he looked at them, his eyes an ungodly shade of black. He smiled. It was the most horrifying thing he could have done. "Well well well. Ten years later and one of you is next in line. Too bad daddy's not here. He was so...disgustingly good. It was so much fun to make him start ripping your family apart." Gerald looked at his siblings and they looked back at him, still filled with terror. The Sewer King laughed, "Oh, don't worry. Everything will be fine when you're dead. Up to heaven. Or...down to hell, I suppose."

"Don't you touch them!" Arnold shouted defensively. Since his grandparents died the Johanssons were the closest thing he had to family.

"Do you want to die with them?" The Sewer King asked with a laugh.

He moved slowly, advancing on them with tedious precision. No one saw the bullet move over their heads and into the Sewer King's mouth. Despite this, his head snapped back upright and he glared at the intruders. "Hunters!...you've not seen the last of me!" HIs mouth opened and as quickly as the smoke entered the Sewer King it was gone again. Once the smoke was gone the Sewer King dropped down dead. Dean and Sam came around the collection of the P.S. 118 gang, their guns at the ready, just in case.

"Are you Gerald Johansson?" Sam asked Jamie O, who shook his head and frantically pointed at his younger brother. "It's alright. We're here to help you. I'm Sam, that's my brother, Dean."

"He said he was going to kill my family!" Gerald exclaimed.

"Did he say anything else? Anything weird?" Dean asked, putting his gun away.

"I don't know, man!" Gerald shouted, "This is all nuts!"

Arnold thought back and he remembered, "He said he had come back ten years later and Gerald's family was next."

Sam and Dean looked at each other before they got back to getting everyone back home safely. There was a lot of questions that needed to be answered. What was this demon up to?

I know, I know, I have a cussload of unfinished fics, but this has been driving me nuts for a while so it had to be done. It's kind of a crappy starter. It'll get better. Please review. It's my first time writing Sam and Dean so I"m a bit concerned that I totally screwed them up. Love you all.