A/N: Yes, I realize that Holly Gilmore just did her Halloween chapter in "Next, On Gilmore Girls" but I am NOT copying her. Its pure coincidence and I realized this last night when I was typing this part up. So please, don't think I'm trying to steal ideas or anything. It just happened. :/

A/N: Despite my promise to myself that I would start being nicer to Dean... I failed... I'm sorry...

"Your horns are crooked."

Jess looked in the mirror and straightened the pair of red horns that seemed to protrude from his forehead.

Luke shook his head. "It's creepy how real those look."

Jess shrugged and straightened out his black slacks and matching dress shirt. "How do you know they're fake?"

Luke raised an eyebrow at the red tail that was protruding from the back of his nephew's slacks. It really did look all too real. "What are you supposed to be, anyways?"

"Lucifer."

"Now, that's fitting," Luke snorted out.

"Yeah?" Jess asked, glancing at his uncle. "Going as yourself isn't gonna cut it."

"Not going."

"Why?"

"Don't want to."

Jess smirked. "This wouldn't have to do with a certain neurotic inn keeper, now, would it?"

"No," Luke snapped, sitting on the couch in his apartment. "I just don't wanna go."

"I don't believe you."

"I don't care."

"You just don't wanna see Lorelai."

Luke rolled his eyes. "Shut up. It's not true."

"Prove it."

Luke glared.

******

Luke grumbled as he followed Jess into the Dragonfly that night. Most of the town had showed up for the event, obviously getting there a little early to beat the rain that was now pouring steadily outside.

Luke fussed with his tuxedo. "I can't believe you talked me into this."

Jess shrugged.

"What am I supposed to be, anyways?"

"Two options," Jess replied. "James Bond, or a waiter. Take your pick."

"Bond is fine," Luke nodded grimly. "I'm gonna go... hide... or... mingle... or... I'm just gonna go walk around."

"Have fun with that," Jess told him. He watched his uncle walk off, and then looked around at the inhabitants of the Inn, all of which were dressed up in costumes.

He spotted Kirk, who was wearing what looked to be a superman suit, only with a K instead of the traditional S on the chest. Lane, Dave, Brian and Zach were dressed as The Beatles, wearing stuffy-looking suits and mop wigs. He glanced around and saw Richard Gilmore done up in a tuxedo with a long cape and a half-mask. Next to him, Emily wore a plain pink dress. Jess assumed she was supposed to be the Christine to Richard's Phantom of the Opera.

Sookie, Lorelai and Jackson all looked like they'd just stepped out of Gone with the Wind,' the girls wearing old-time southern belle dresses, and Jackson wearing a nice civil war era suit.

And then he spotted Dean and Lindsay, who were dressed as Robin Hood and Maid Marian.

Jess studied their costumes carefully, right down to Lindsay's elaborate hair band, and Dean's green tights.

Tights.

Dean. In tight.

Dean.

In.

Tights.

Jess smiled. Really smiled. "If God exists... He loves me."

"She certainly does."

He jumped ever-so-slightly and turned to see Rory standing behind him. Her knee-length dress was white, and had wings attached to the back of it. Her hair was down, but pulled away from her face, and she was covered head to sandal-covered feet in soft glitter.

All thoughts of Tormenting Dean were forgotten.

"Wow."

She smiled and blushed. "Nice horns."

He smirked and shrugged, offering her an arm. "So, God..."

"Yes, Lucifer?" Rory replied, taking his arm.

"When do I get to spike the punch with the blood of the damned?"

"When I let you back into heaven."

"Huh... SOL, then."

"Exactly."

Jess blinked, remembering the green tights. "Have you seen Dean?"

"I have," Rory nodded.

"He's wearing tights."

"He said the costumes were Lindsay's idea."

Jess raised an eyebrow. "You're talking?"

She nodded. "Since over the summer... I've gotten to know Lindsay a little better; too... she's really nice."

"Huh."

"Jess..."

"He's wearing tights, Rory."

"Do not saying anything mean," she ordered. "If we run into them, be civil."

"They're green."

"Jess!"

"He's causing trouble already?" Gloria asked, walking over to them. She was wearing a Chilton uniform and a blond wig that was tightly braided.

Jess blinked at her. "What are you?"

"Paris Gellar. Rory let me borrow her uniform."

"Terrifying," Jess nodded.

"You know what's even more terrifying?" Rory asked. She nodded to Paris, who was wearing a short skirt, a clingy tank top and a dark, curly wig.

Jess laughed.

Gloria glared as Paris walked over.

"Hello, all," she said. "God... Satan..." She glared at Gloria. "Paris."

Rory giggled.

Gloria raised an eyebrow at Paris. "Gloria."

"How's Asher?"

"Sixty and still going strong," Gloria replied in her best Paris impersonation. "The Viagra helps."

Paris stared in shock as Rory buried her face in Jess's arm, trying not to laugh.

"How's Jamie?" Gloria asked.

"Still dumb as hell, but a good lay," Paris replied.

Gloria snickered. "Gloria, you ignorant slut."

"I don't know who's more annoying," Jess said.

Paris punched him in the arm, and he blinked down at it and then back at her.

"What?" Paris asked. "I'm trying to be in character."

"You did it wrong," Gloria chastised. She slugged Jess in the same arm.

He flinched. "Ow."

"Hey!" Rory cried, hugging Jess possessively. "Don't break my boyfriend."

"I can't," Gloria lamented. "I've tried."

"Hey, Rory."

The group turned to see Dean and Lindsay walk up.

Jess blinked.

Tights.

So easy.

"Hey, Dean, hey, Lindsay," Rory smiled, her arms still around Jess. "Having fun?"

"Oh, yeah, this is great," Lindsay smiled back. "You guys?"

Rory nodded. "Yeah."

Dean blinked from Gloria to Paris. "Nice costumes."

"Thanks!" Gloria beamed. Paris just rolled her eyes.

Rory placed a foot directly over Jess's.

He glanced down and blinked. He knew this position. This position said "Say anything mean, and your toes don't live to see the sunrise."

Jess sighed silently, tortured.

******

"Luke! Don't you look handsome!"

He turned to see Miss Patty make her way over to him, and silently panicked. She was wearing a 20's flapper outfit. "Uh... Hey, Patty... Thanks..."

"Who are you supposed to be?" Patty asked with a wide smile.

"I'm... James Bond..." Luke muttered.

Patty's smile grew wider. "Really now..."

"Luke!"

His eyes shot up and he turned around to see Lorelai waving him over. She was wearing a white and green southern belle dress and her hair was pulled back into a neat bun.

"Uhm... excuse me," Luke said, rushing away in a hurry.

Patty snickered. "Don't stay away too long!"

He cringed and rushed over to Lorelai. "Thanks for the save."

She nodded. "You looked like you needed a save."

"Oh, yeah."

"So... I thought you said you weren't coming," Lorelai inquired, her tone slightly nervous.

He shifted on his feet a little. "Well... Jess decided that if he had to be put through this so did I."

Lorelai glanced over to Rory and Jess. He looked like she'd he was in pain, and Rory was smiling politely. 'Good girl,' she thought, and then turned back to Luke. "Oh... well... Good! I'm glad you came. Nice tux."

"Thanks."

She snickered a little. "I didn't know you owned one."

He smiled and laughed a little. "Neither did I actually... Jess found it in there... it was a last minute deal."

"Well, anything is better than Super Kirk," Lorelai said, nodding to where Kirk was standing.

Luke followed her gaze and smirked. "True."

They stood in silence for a moment.

Lorelai sighed. "Listen, Luke... About what happened last week... at Sofia's... I'm really sorry if my kissing you threw you for a loop... It was so spontaneous and out of the blue, and I'm really sorry..."

"Hey, no it's okay," Luke replied, putting up his hands. "I understand. That Jamie kid is pretty creepy."

"Yeah, thank god he's not here tonight," Lorelai said. "Gloria told me he's in jail again, and we're instructed not to tell Jess."

Luke smirked. "Check."

"I hope that we're still... friends, after what happened," Lorelai said. "I know it was really wrong of me to just... grab like I did, and-"

"Of course we're friends," Luke replied. "Just... let's just pretend it... it never happened."

"Uhm... okay," Lorelai said, forcing a smile. "That... that works."

Luke nodded, still feeling a little self conscious. "Do you ah... do you want something to drink?"

Lorelai smiled for real this time. "Sure."

He nodded and walked off.

She gave a slightly depressed sigh. "What happen to the original plan of asking him out?" she muttered to herself. "God, I'm such a chicken!"

"Are you talking to yourself?" Emily asked, walking up to her daughter.

"What?" Lorelai jumped. "Mom! Hi! Having fun?"

Emily smiled. "Yes, actually. This is quite the party. Your father is enjoying himself immensely."

Lorelai smiled. "Great!"

Luke walked back over. "Here ya go," he said, handing Lorelai a drink. "Oh, Hi, Mrs. Gilmore."

"Luke, yes?" Emily asked. "Jess's uncle?"

Luke nodded. "That would be me."

"What, Rory?!"

Rory stormed over, dragging Jess by the arm. "I said be nice!"

"All I said was 'nice tights,'" Jess defended himself.

"Right before you muttered something derogatory about his manhood," Rory pointed out.

"Those things looked a little on the snug side. It's not like he heard me... and also? It was about his lack of manhood."

"He was being nice," Rory said. "You should be nice, too!"

"I'm not used to him being nice," Jess replied. "I'm used to him trying to pulp my insides."

"Trouble in paradise?" Lorelai asked.

"Jess is being a jerk," Rory told her.

"I am a jerk," Jess told her. "You know that."

"Can't you at least try and be nice?" Rory pleaded. "Please? For the sake of my sanity?"

Jess rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Fine."

"What did you say?" Luke asked, not at all surprised that his nephew was causing trouble yet again.

"I'm not allowed to repeat it," Jess grumbled. "If I say it again, Rory says I'm not allowed to touch her for a week..."

Lorelai smiled and put a proud arm around her daughter. "Good girl."

Rory giggled.

Emily cleared her throat, and all eyes went to her.

Rory blushed, and Jess cleared his throat a little.

"Hi, Grandma."

"Hi, Mrs. Gilmore."

"Rory, Jess," Emily nodded. "I trust you two are having a nice time?"

"Great," Rory nodded.

"Wonderful," Jess mumbled.

Rory tried to hold back a snicker.

******

Taylor had ended the party at around eleven, and a small group, consisting of Lorelai, Sookie, Jackson (who was mostly looking after Davie), Jess, Rory, Lane and Dave, had stayed to clean up the mess that had been left in the Dragonfly.

By the time they finished, the rain was coming down harder and faster than it had before.

Lorelai sighed as she looked out the window. "Did anyone actually drive here?"

"We got here before it started raining, remember?" Sookie said, gesturing to herself, Jackson and Davie. "So did you and Rory."

"We walked," Jess said.

"Us, too," Dave said.

Lorelai nodded and kept looking out the window. "I don't think anybody's going to be walking out in this. It's awful out there."

"So we'll wait it out," Luke shrugged.

"There's no point in that, it's really late," Sookie said. "Why don't we all just stay the night? It's no big deal."

Lorelai shrugged. "We are in an inn." She sighed and pulled out the keys to the rooms from the concierge desk. "Okay... let's see..." She began to hand out room keys.

*****

Rory sighed as the creaking noises became louder. She sat up and looked around the dark room. "Okay... it's Halloween night... you're alone in a room... not yours... in a very old inn... it's raining... and thundering..." She saw a flash of light from her window. "...And lightening... and there's a really strange... Scooby-Doo-esque creaking noise coming from..." She looked around. "...Somewhere..." She sighed and tried to turn on the bedside lamp. It didn't work. "Great... power's probably out..." She sighed again, and looked around. "It's just the wind... nothing's wrong... everything's fine... you're not scared... it's unreasonable to be scared... it's just-" She was cut off by two things. One: The loud burst of thunder from outside, and two: Her door swinging open.

Rory yelped and jumped when someone ran towards her and threw them self onto to the bed.

"I'm scared!"

Rory blinked. "Lane?!"

Lane sat next to her and hugged her. "The lightening and thunder is freaking me. And that creaking isn't helping."

"Lane, why didn't you go to Dave?"

"I tried, but he's sleeping," Lane replied. "I knew you'd be up."

"He's not sleeping anymore."

The two girls looked up to see Dave and Jess in the doorway, both looking sleepy and disheveled.

"What's with the screaming?" Jess asked, squinting in the darkness.

"Lane jumped me," Rory replied. "She's scared."

"There's nothing to be scared of," Dave said gently. "It's just a thunderstorm."

"On Halloween," Lane said. "And the creaking!"

They all listened for a moment, and the creaking came again, very loudly.

"It's probably just the wind," Rory said.

"Or Jackson and Sookie in the midst of creating a sibling for Davie," Jess muttered.

"Thanks for that," Dave said darkly. "I really needed that mental image."

"You weren't confronted with Dean Forrester in green tights," Jess replied.

"Oh, we were," Lane chimed in. "It was a neat costume."

Jess and Dave both cringed at the prospect of tights being "neat."

"I'm going back to bed," Jess grumbled.

Dave nodded. "I like that idea."

"Stay!" Lane said. "Please? We can have a sleepover."

The creaking came again, louder this time.

"God, what is that?" Rory asked, sounding slightly nervous.

Jess sighed, noticing her anxious tone. He turned around and walked over and got into the bed on Rory's other side, laying down.

Rory smiled at him, and he rolled his eyes and turned over to go to sleep.

Dave shrugged and got in on Lane's other side. "Okay. Let's just sleep."

The creaking came again and Lane held onto Dave for dear life.

*****

"I am never sleeping in a bed with three other people ever again," Jess grumbled as he made his way down the stairs to the kitchen.

Rory followed. "It wasn't that bad."

"You weren't nearly knocked off of the bed," Jess replied.

"I was," Dave said, also following them, with Lane behind him. "And Lane's feet are freezing."

"Are not!" Lane snickered.

"Oh, yes they are," Rory said.

"So are yours," Jess chimed in.

Rory pouted. "They're not that bad."

Jess smirked and put an arm around her as they walked into the kitchen.

Lorelai looked up at them from her cup of coffee. "Hey, guys. Sleep okay?"

"The room was great, Mom," Rory said. "But that creaking noise was unbearable."

Lorelai looked a little confused. "Creaking noise?"

Lane blinked as she watched Rory walk over to get coffee. "Yeah, didn't you hear it?"

Lorelai blinked, and looked at Sookie as she walked in. "Sook, did you hear a creaking noise last night?"

Sookie looked from Lorelai to the quartet of nineteen-year-olds and shrugged, before rushing away.

Luke walked in and sat down next to Lorelai with a cup of juice. "Hey, guys."

"Hey," Dave nodded. "You hear creaking last night?"

Luke blinked and glanced at Lorelai. "Creaking?"

She shrugged.

Luke shrugged at Dave.

They all glanced at each other, obviously a little confused, and started roaming around, gathering food for breakfast.

Lorelai smirked behind her coffee cup.