Supernatural: Playthings

A/N: Here's the next chapter, folks, not big on the talking today.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds; I just own the characters that I happen to create.

CHAPTER FOUR: A KILLER GHOST

"She hath killed her beasts; she hath mingled her wine; she hath also furnished her table."

Proverbs 9: 2

Later that same day, Susan walked outside and placed a box in the trunk of a small red car parked outside; Sherwin pulled up in a red pickup truck.

"I can lug those boxes for you," he offered.

Susan smiled at him. "I got it, Sherwin, thanks."

Sherwin nodded. "Okay then. See you later." And he drove off.

Still refusing to pack up, Tyler wind up a toy and watched it go back and forth; meanwhile, the miniature swing-set beside her started moving on its own, and she stared at it, at first with surprise and then it seemed as if she was going into a trance…again.

A creepy wind began blowing, and Susan stared as the full-sized swing-set also began moving on its own. She approached the playground cautiously; all the play-sets were moving, and the car started behind her. She laid a hand on the teeter-totter to stop it.

Everything started moving faster, and suddenly the car revved its engine and came straight at her; at the last moment Sam appeared, tackling her out of the way, and the car collided with a tree instead.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I think so," Susan gasped.

Both Dean and Liz ran up. "Come on, come on. Let's get inside, let's go." And they helped her into the inn.

The Winchesters guided Susan into the bar and to a table.

"Whiskey."

"Sure," Sam agreed, going to get the requested drink. "I know the feeling."

"What the hell happened out there?" Susan asked, trembling.

Dean and Liz exchanged a look. "You want the truth?"

Susan nodded. "Of course."

Dean sighed, wondering how to put this. "Well, at first we thought it was some sort of hoodoo curse, but that out there? That was definitely a spirit."

Sam handed her a glass of whiskey. "Here."

Susan accepted the glass and stared at them, shocked. "You're insane."

Liz chuckled. "Yeah, it's been said."

"Look, I'm sorry, Susan," Sam told her. "We don't exactly have time to ease you into this, but we need to know when your mother had the stroke."

Susan frowned. "What does that have to do with any-?"

"Just answer the question," Sam requested.

Susan shrugged. "About a month ago."

Sam quickly did the math. "Right before the killings began." He then looked at his siblings. "See? So what if Rose was working hoodoo, but not to hurt anyone. To protect them."

Dean nodded, realizing that he was right. "She was using the five spot urns to ward off the spirit."

"Right, until she had a stroke and she couldn't anymore," Liz added.

Susan looked between them, confused. "I don't believe this."

Dean sighed. "Listen, sister, that car didn't try to run you down by itself, okay? I mean, I guess it did, technically, but, but the spirit can – forget it."

"Look, believe what you want," Sam interrupted. "But the fact is you and your family are in danger, all right? So you need to clear everybody out of here: your employees, your mother, your daughters, everyone."

"Um, I only have one daughter," Susan said, correcting him.

Sam blinked. "One?"

Dean and Liz exchanged a confused look. Hadn't they seen two girls running around when they first checked in? "I thought Tyler had a sister named Maggie."

Susan shook her head. "Maggie's imaginary."

Sam didn't like where this was going. "Where's Tyler?"

Up in the attic, Maggie was standing in front of a terrified Rose.

"She's going to stay here with me," Maggie told her, referring to Tyler. "And you can't stop me. There's nothing you can do about it." And Rose whimpered, wishing that she could still talk.

Tyler entered the room. "Maggie, don't! You're not supposed to bother grandma," she protested.

Maggie smiled. "I know. Come on. Let's play."

"Can we have a tea party?" Tyler asked, excited.

Maggie nodded. "We can have lots of tea parties," she agreed as they left the room and Rose. "Forever and ever and ever."

A while later, Susan led the Winchesters up to the playroom.

"Tyler!"

They went into the room and made a horrible discovery; the floor was littered with broken dolls, and Susan started to panic.

"Oh my god. Tyler. Tyler! She's not here!"

"Susan. Tell us what you know about Maggie," Sam requested.

Susan thought for a moment. "Uh, not much," she admitted. "Um, Tyler's been talking about her since Mom got sick."

Sam nodded, it was a start. "Okay, did you ever know anyone by that name?"

Susan shook her head. "Uh, no…"

"Think, think, I mean, somebody that could have lived here, might have passed away?" Dean asked.

"Oh my god," Susan gasped, remembering. "My mom. My mom had a sister named Margaret. She barely spoke about her."

"Did Margaret happen to die here when she was a kid?" Liz asked.

Susan nodded. "She drowned in the pool."

"Come on," said Dean.

"Wait," Sam said, getting an idea, and they looked at him. "You three go on, I'm going to check on Rose."

Liz frowned. "Why?"

"I'll tell you later," Sam promised and hurried for the stairs, leaving them confused.

Meanwhile, Maggie and Tyler were hanging on the ledge above the pool.

"I don't like it up here," Tyler whimpered. "I'm scared."

"It's okay," Maggie said reassuringly. "All you have to do is jump."

Tyler shook her head. "I can't swim."

"I know. But it won't hurt. I promise," Maggie promised. "And then we can be together forever. And no one will bother us."

Tyler didn't look convinced. "Why don't you just come with me and mommy?"

Maggie sighed, wishing that she could. "Because I can't leave here. And you can't leave me. Please. I don't want to be alone."

Sam entered the attic and went over to Rose, who was fully aware of what was going on, but couldn't do anything about it.

"Rose," he said softly, focusing on his empathic ability, which had been tracking a lot of different emotions that he couldn't make of until now. "I know that you can hear me, and I'm sure that you know that your sister, Maggie, is going to kill your granddaughter, Tyler. Please, please try and call out to your sister with your mind, Rose, please try."

Rose moved her eyes to look at him and then looked away; Sam could sense that she was trying to send out a message on a mental level.

Outside, Susan, Liz, and Dean ran through the gardens to the pool house; they reached the door and pounded on it, but it was locked tight, and both Liz and Dean started pounding at the glass to break it.

"Tyler!" Susan cried.

Tyler heard her through the glass and she turned her head slightly. `"Mommy!"`

Maggie grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward; she fell into the pool with a scream.

"No!" Susan screamed.

"Is there another entrance?" Dean asked.

Susan nodded, terrified. "Around back."

"All right, let's go," Dean said and nodded to Liz. "Keep working."

As they ran around the building, Liz continued to pound at the door; she looked back and saw a large potted plant. She pulled the plant out, picked up the heavy pot, and started pounding the door with it.

Inside, Tyler floundered in the water as Maggie held her head down.

Dean approached the back door and held Susan aside. "Stand back."

He front-kicked the door, twice, but it hardly budged. "Son of a bitch!"

As Maggie continued holding Tyler's head under the water, a wavering voice called her from above.

`"Margaret. Margaret!"`

Hearing the voice, Maggie looked up for a moment and then disappeared.

Liz finally broke through the glass and wriggled through the opening; without hesitation, she leap over the railing and into the pool. She pushed past the plastic covering the pool to reach Tyler, lifting her in her arms, and she was unconscious.

Dean broke through the back door and he and Susan rushed in to meet Liz as she exited the pool. After a tense moment, Tyler coughed and woke up.

"Thank god!" Susan gasped, taking her wet daughter into her arms.

"Mommy!" Tyler cried.

"Yeah, baby, I'm here," Susan wept.

"Tyler, do you see Maggie anywhere?" Liz asked as Dean helped her out of the pool.

Tyler shook her head, clinging to her mom. "No, she's gone. Mommy."

Back in the attic, Sam stepped back and watched as Maggie appeared and approached Rose, who had determination in her eyes and they spoke with their minds.

"You'd really do that for me?" Maggie asked, listening to her sister for the first time in years. "Yes. If you did, I'd let them go. But I don't understand. You kept me away for so long. I thought you didn't love me anymore." She listened again and then smiled. "Okay. Little sister."

She then looked at Sam gratefully before stepping next to Rose and gently touched her aged face with tenderness and warmth she'd hadn't felt in years. In response, Rose shut her eyes and let out a peaceful sigh of surrender.

Susan held Tyler close to her as they went up towards Rose's room.

"Don't worry, honey," she promised, "we're leaving in two minutes, we've just got to get Grandma."

Dean looked at Liz, who was still wet from her dive into the pool. "I don't get it, did Maggie just stop?"

Liz shrugged. "Seems like it."

"Well, where the hell did she go?" Dean wondered, and at that moment Sam came down the stairs with a sad expression on his face, which stopped Susan and Tyler. "Sam?"

Sam didn't answer right away and looked at Susan sadly. "I'm sorry, it's Rose."

Susan's eyes went wide as she let Tyler go and ran up the stairs, shoving past Sam; moments later, Susan screamed, and the Winchester twins ran up the stairs next, while Sam remained with Tyler and gently told her what'd happen.

Dean and Liz ran into the room and found Rose slumped in her wheelchair, dead. Now they knew why Maggie had left, Rose had allowed herself to die in order to be with her sister, doing this to protect both her daughter and her granddaughter, and was no longer in pain.

A/N: I admit that I teared up when I wrote this, and even now I'm tearing up since I have sisters of my own and I would never forgive myself if anything happen to them.

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