The Fright

Chapter III

"Sorry about how messy it is… This is really all I could do on short notice." Jen smiled apologetically at the brothers as she cleared twin beds of boxes of decorations.

"Speaking of which, sorry about that. Y'know, we just want to figure this whole thing out for you." Sam replied quietly to Jen as he helped her grab a cardboard box labeled 'x-mas décor' in messy, black sharpie. Nodding Jen smiled half-heartedly at the two men before taking the worn out box from Sam and stacking it onto the other ones she was carrying.

"Thank you, Agents. You have no idea how much that means."

"Hey, don't sweat it. Now, why don't we sit down for dinner, eh? Pizza's on me." Dean laughed and patted Jen on the back, causing her to nearly drop all of the boxes. Noticing his mistake, Dean quickly helped Jen stabilize her balance and the boxes. Laughing nervously, Jen nodded and thanked him.

As the trio made their way down the hall, Jen pointed out her room, which was across from the upstairs bathroom and just down the hall from the guest room. As Jen continued down the hall, she passed the door that had a sign on it which read, "THE WITCH IS IN" in bold black letters. Sighing, Jen explained that was Meg's room. Above her head, Jen carefully balanced the boxes on one arm, as the other grabbed a dangling string and pulled down, leading to the attic. Oak stairs came down and Jen quickly went up to put the boxes away.

Sam and Dean looked at one another, before both calling out at the same time, "I hate attics."

"Yeah?" Jen's voice sounded far away, distant, "Me too, too dark. Too creepy. But, hey, there's room up there for storage." Jen came back down the stairs and hauled the stairs back up, closing the ceiling door behind them. Leading the way downstairs, Sam took in his surroundings.

The small white townhouse was warm and welcoming, with pictures of Jen and Meg and their families hanging about. Passing one of her and the deceased friend, Sam noticed how shy, timid she was with anyone else, but Meg. Pictures truly to do tell a thousand words. The occasional Halloween decoration was scattered about, including a witch that hung ceremoniously from the front door. The shades were up, letting as much light in as possible as the sun started to go down, and Sam couldn't help but feel… Content? He liked the house, they taste wasn't too homey, but it wasn't too witchy. Ha… witchy.

Passing the large, mahogany grandfather clock in the foyer which stared back at the trio menacingly, all three adults entered the small kitchen where they sat down in the wooden stool at the counter. Jen offered them something to drink and they both accepted a bottle of beer. Jen grabbed a glass of water from the tap before sitting down.

"So, you got the number of the local pizza place?" Dean asked smoothly, raising an eyebrow at Jen's grin, "I said pizza was on me."

"Agent Gering, please-"

"Call me Dean. And c'mon, you're offering us a place to stay. The least I can do is buy us all pizza." Dean smiled innocently at Jen who after a second of staring into his eyes she walked across the room and grabbed a menu off the fridge. She handed it to him, defeated, as Sam let out a chuckle.

"Alright! Cheese sound good? Or pepperoni?" Dean pondered aloud receiving reactions from both Sam and Jen.

"Cheese, please." The two said at the same time. Looking at one another, they two furrowed their brows before laughing.

"Well, at least we all get along?" Dean shrugged and took a cheerful swig of his beer. Looking down at the menu Jen gave him; Dean flipped it over and found the phone number. Dialing the number into his phone. A young girl picked up sounding bored out of her mind. Dean quickly ordered the large cheese pizza, and Jen told the address for the delivery guy. As soon as Dean hung up, the sun was underneath the thick trees behind the house. Looking out the back window, Sam saw the ghostly figures of the foliage swayed slowly to the rhythm of the chilled wind. He knew, now that the sun was no longer holding itself in the sky that things were going to start to happen… And happen fast.

Jen knew too, from the look on her face. She looked uncomfortable, and no doubt, the 21 year old was having second thoughts about staying the house tonight. Why couldn't I have gone to the motel down the street? Let these guys deal with the spooks them selves… After all, they do seem like true Hardy Boys, Jen thought nonchalantly. She ran a hand through her hair once again, trying to tame the long copper beast. Once again, sighing deeply, Jen tried to calm her self down.

Throwing her a reassuring smile across the table, Sam looked to his brothers who was busy looking through the notepad with the notes from Jen's story earlier. Making a face at his notes, he shook his head. Dean looked up at the two people in front of him and shook his head in a disapproving manner. Dean began to ramble on about his hate of witches. His eyes squinted with hate, and his hands added to his expressions.

"Y'know… I really hate witches… Ugh. The whole broom stick-," Sam tuned out of his older brother's rambling to something outside, "… Ew. And the warts. You have no idea. It's like an iss-"

"Dean?"

Dean's head snapped to his brother quickly, "Huh?"

"What's that noise…?" Jen asked curiously, picking up on Sam's hearing. She paused before standing up and looking around the room. The noise was getting loude. Soon, Winchesters were helping Jen try to find the source of it by peering out windows and seeing nothing.

Suddenly, a trash can outside fell over with a clatter.

Standing near the door, Jen put her ear up to it. She paused. Her eyes went wide and she backed away from the door on all fours.

"Uh… Agents? It's behind the door…" She stuttered, the fear evident in her voice. Sam and Dean exchanged glances before pulling their guns out of the holsters. Dean tossed his suit jacket in the nearest chair and loosed his tie.

"On the count of three… One… Two… THREE!" Dean comically planted his boot on the door, shoving it open with such force, the being behind it was shoved forcefully against the wall.

"Ah, Jesus! Sonavabitch!"

Jen and Sam looked at one another with confused expressions. Dean, on the other hand, ran around the side of the door and kicked the culprit into the house, his gun drawn.

"Ho, ho, ho shit."

The creature scrambled to its feet, muttering curse words loudly. Looking up, the short creature noticed Jen.

"Well, hello there, beautiful." It wiggled its eyebrows.

Jen's jaw dropped and with in seconds, her blood curdling scream was echoing throughout the house. Shocked, the creature stumbled about, only to have Dean's suite coat thrown on top of it. Jen continued to scream, her eyes planted on the lump under the coat. Dean dove on top of the jacket, pinning the creature down and laughing triumphantly. It's squirmed more, letting out vulgar phrases and Sam cringed.

"Jen! You can stop now! We caught it!" Sam placed a hand on her shoulder. Jen stared at Dean who was sprawled out uncomfortably on the black and white tiled floor.

"Wh-what was that thing? I thought Gremlins weren't real!" Her green eyes were the size of saucer plates as she stared at Dean and then at Sam. Dean laughed loudly.

"Oh, don't worry. It's not a gremlin… Those things are pains in the a-"

"Dean…" Sam warned, but it was too late.

"What do you mean it's not a gremlin! How do you… You're not FBI… are you?" Jen dropped her arms in shock as the two men shook their heads, "Who the hell are you guys!"

Jen leapt across the floor, grabbing one of the steak knives from a block on the granite counter. Sam and Dean went wide eyed as she held it defensively.

"I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean." Sam explained, holding his hands up. Jen's jaw dropped to the floor once again, as she realized she was housing two complete strangers and she cursed, before launching herself at Sam.

Before Jen could deliver a stab to Sam's face, the creature under the blanket kicked and fought screaming, "The Winchesters! Dear lord, I'm going to die!"

Jen looked at the creature and dropped her knife and her brows knotted up…

"That thing knows who you two are?"

"I got news for ya, toots, everyone from where I come from knows who the Winchesters are." The creature stopped squirming and its voice was muffled. Dean looked at Sam and Jen and raised his eyebrow.

"All thanks to Lilith?" Sam asked crossing his arms boredly.

"Oh, yeah. Lilly-poo never shuds app about ya," The creature paused and shifted under Dean, "Jesus, that chick's got problems."

"Lilith?" Jen asked raising her voice in Sam's face, "I thought she was made up… like, destroyer of children?"

Dean started to laugh and so did Sam, looking to one another the laughed even harder before both abruptly stopping.

"Yeah, she's real. She's also got a thing for me, so, y'know. We're sorta in a rut." Dean frowned and shook his head. Jen green eyes darted across the room and finally to the thing on the floor.

"W-well….? What is it?"

"A Bogey...It's like a smaller version of the boogeyman." Sam explained, glancing at Dean. He crossed the kitchen and shut the door, "Here, Dean, get up."

Dean cautiously warned the creature not to move, and if he did he would shoot his brains out, before standing back to full height and removing his suite coat.

On the floor, a small form sat in a rather defeated position. It's shoulder were slumped, and it's head hung low. Jen leaned down on her haunches, and looked closer to notice… Stitching? The creature stirred and looked up slowly, revealing a two gaping hollow holes for eyes and a shallow black mouth was curved downward into a comical frown. The tip of it's head came to a floppy point of fabric, and it's hands and tiny feet were the same. Her mind reeling, Jen sudden realized…

This thing was a burlap sack.

It looked up directly at Jen, causing her to stumble backwards. It's mouth slowly curved north, into a devilishly large smile that screamed 'trouble'. It's eyes never left Jen's, and as the creature was about to say something, Dean took a step forward, causing the creature to shrink back down.

"Harmless, see?" Sam smiled at Jen, who was still on the floor.

"Why is it here then…?" Jen's face turned towards Sam's and Dean's, her eyes full of fear, "Meg summoned dark forces not a harmless little burlap sack."

"Now, baby, that's where you're wrong." Jen and Sam turned back to the sack, which was now a crumpled piece of fabric on the tile floor. Looking around, Sam and Dean searched for the voice. Laughter echoed of the walls in rumbles, causing the cabinets to rattle.

"Okay, Mr. Bookworm. Can Bogeys do that?" Dean's voice rose over the sounds of glasses clanging at his brother. Sam's face was covered in confusion and Jen found it hard to keep her cool.

"Ah, well… Obviously, it's not a bogey." Jen said quickly.

"Stupid dumbass of a spirit thinks' he can eff around with us? Ok. Bring it on, bitch." Dean's gruff voice challenged the spirit and almost suddenly, the clattering and commotion stopped.

From across the room, a glass flew from a cabinet, almost hitting Dean and crashing against the wall to the right of his head.

"Aw, shit."

Within seconds, glasses plates and silverware were flying through the air at Jen, Sam and Dean. As Sam darted across the kitchen, a trail of silverware became lodged into the wall, each piece of cutlery missing him by an inch. From across the room, Jen had grabbed a metal cookie sheet, and slid across the floor to the safety of the kitchen island, were items continued to fly across the room above her head. Sam and Dean hiding under the kitchen table to the far right of the room.

"C'mon boys, why don't we show Jen what a little fun is? Do a little shootin'? 'Ow about an exorcism! That sounds fun!" The spirit continued taunt the trio, as glasses began to slide back and forth across the counter all at once.

Jen took a deep breath from where she was behind the island and quickly dove across the floor and across the shards of glass, colliding into Dean under the table. She held up the cookie sheet just in time as glasses came flying in their direction. Breathing heavily, and in obvious shock, Jen didn't bother to move out of Dean's lap. The hunter cursed silently as Jen's elbow dug into his groin, his face becoming twisted and in pain.

"Ow." Dean whispered an octave higher than his usual voice, before lightly pushing Jen off of his lap and onto the floor between him and Sam. The three sat there as more dishes clattered into the cookie sheet, when out of no where, the doorbell rang.

"Pizza's here!" The voice called out, and suddenly the door to the kitchen swung open from an invisible force. Dean and Sam cursed at the same time, running after the spirit. But, they were too late. The pizza delivery boy stood there in fear, as an invisible creature took the pizza and laughed.

"Thanks buddy! Have a nice evening!" The door slammed in the teenager's face, before a shriek was heard from behind the door. Standing in the door way, the spirit stood there with the pizza, watching Dean and Sam. As the frantic squeal of tires came from the driveway, Jen emerged from the kitchen on her hands and knees. She had a pot over her head, and oven mitts on.

"My god. Jennifer, you look exactly like your gram, y'know that?" The spirit chuckled lightly, before opening the box and grabbing a slice of cheese pizza. Jen watched in shock as the pizza slowly disappeared.

"Show yourself, now." Sam commanded, fed up with the spirits antics. With a huff the spirit turned from a black cloud of smoke, to a human.

The man was tall, with a stocky build. His features were younger looking, with a strong jaw, and a pointed nose. His chin came to a rather tedious point, while his high cheek bones accentuated his toothy, malicious smile. Large black eyes laid underneath pointed black eyebrows which were raised at a comical expression. His black messy hair made him look like he hadn't touched days, but kept it like that purposely. Burping loudly into a clenched fist, the black shirt and tied man smiled flirtatiously at Jen, before offering the brothers each a slice of pizza.

"Who are you?" Dean questioned, glaring at the figure as Jen silently crawled down the hall. She came to a stop behind Sam and Dean, then raised her self to her feet, throwing the pot and the mitts to the floor.

"The name's Rill," The man pointed to Jen with a smile before adding, "And you're grandmother owes me big time."