Reviewer Responses

Kay05-Thanks for reviewing, and don't worry, you'll find out all about the demon.

Vincesbabe- Ask, and you shall recieve.

Ghostwriter- Thanks for the compliment, and I would've voted except I had to work ALL day and didn't feel like dealing with bureacracy.

LorGilFan- Thanks for the compliment on how I'm portraying Jessica. Personally, I think all the Winchester Women (Mary, Cassie: for Dean, and Jessica) were the kidn of women who wouldn't let their men get away with anything. And here's your action.

Author's Note: From now on, whenever they speak in Latin or another language it will be bolded.

CHAPTER 7

It was midnight when Jessica and Sam drove the few streets over to the McHenry Mansion and found that this area of downtown was mostly quiet. Jessica stood shaking her head at the way her life had changed in the last few days as she held the flashlight for Sam.

"Remind me why I wanted to come and help you with this," Jessica asked as she watched Sam disable the alarm system.

Sam turned and flashed her a grin, "Because you love me and didn't want me to get myself killed."

Jessica rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. Truth be told, even though they'd only known each other for four days it seemed like they had known each other for longer and she was falling in love with him.

Finishing with the alarm, Sam motioned for them to head to the back door of the mansion. A little wary, Jessica trusted her boyfriend and it wasn't too long before they both stood on the back porch, Jess keeping watch and holding the flashlight to give Sam some light as he picked the lock.

A few moments later, they heard the click of the lock opening and Sam looked up at Jess, "Ready?" he questioned.

"As I'll ever be. All I have to do is recite the exorcism right?" Sam nodded. "Well at least all those years in Catholic School and taking Latin will be useful for once."

"You're kidding?" Sam said incredulously as they walked quietly into the house, "I can't picture you as a Catholic School girl."

Jess rolled her eyes as they made their way into the living room. "Oh yeah. It was the whole nine yards, I hated it. But mom and dad were born and raised die hard Catholics, I mean their not as strict as some could be, but they are still conservative," she explained.

"Oh," Sam replied as he came to a stop in the middle of the room, "well. We should stop here and get ready to…." Before he could finish what he was saying, the form of a young man in his mid to late twenties emerged before them.

"What are you doing in my house? It is cursed, get out, get out before IT comes to claim you as well!" it roared.

Jess stared wide eyed at the sight of the ghostly form of William McHenry. Never in her whole life had she ever seen anything like this. And to think, she was all ignorant of this just four days earlier.

"Jess," the sound of Sam saying her name brought her back to the present, "start the ritual."

As Sam held off the spirit, Jessica began reading the ritual had in his journal, "Deus, audite votum illae vestri humilis vernula. Sententia is locus taedium vestigium of malum, quod sententia is phasmatis iam obsideo is eram pallens, tribuo him suus eternus sileo. In nomen of Jesus Sarcalogos, EGO to order thee dimitto is locus." (God, hear the prayer of this your humble servant. Though this place bore the mark of evil, and though this spirit now haunting it was weak, grant him his eternal rest. In the name of Jesus Christ, I command thee to leave this place.)

Jessica continued to recite the ritual over and over again as Sam shot at the ghost using his rock salt bullets. But even though the salt caused the spirit to dissipate for a few moments, it reappeared moments later, throwing anything and everything that was easily thrown.

"LEAVE THIS HOUSE," it bellowed, "THE DEMON WILL RETURN AND IT WILL TAKE YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES!"

Sam dodged the latest projectile and bellowed back, "And I told you, THE DEMON IS GONE! I KILLED IT!"

Flashback

Three Years Ago…Somewhere in Ohio

"Sammy, get that ritual started," Dean yelled as he tied up the unconscious and possessed teen.

"I know, Dean," Sam replied as he opened the book and began reading a loud the words which would allow them to exorcise the demon. "Deus, audite votum illae vestri humilis vernula…" (God, hear the prayer of this your humble servant…)

Suddenly, the demonically possessed teen woke up within the circle of salt Dean had laid around the chair. IT laughed as Sam continued the ritual, "You two are pathetic; Do you really think you can save this child? This child is dead already," it smiled evilly, "Oh, didn't you know, I can only possess the dead. And once I finish with you, I'll go after her family…again, and once they are gone, I will find someone else."

"No, you won't you fucker," Dean replied as he cocked the shotgun. "Sam, will you hurry up already!"

"I'm doing the best I can Dean," came the irritated reply. Ignoring the swearing Dean replied with, Sam continued reading, "…is eram pallens, tribuo him suus eternus sileo. In nomen of Jesus Sarcalogos, EGO to order thee dimitto is locus." (…it was weak, grant him his eternal rest. In the name of Jesus Christ, I command thee to leave this place.)

"Arghhhhhh!" Dean cried out as a knife came flying towards him and cut his arm, "Sammy, what the fuck is taking so long? Are you trying to let it kill me!"

"No! But if you keep interrupting me…" Sam returned back, though both brothers knew neither would go through with the threat, "All right you sonofabitch," he said throwing some holy water on the demon, "Deus, audite votum illae vestri humilis vernula. Sententia is locus taedium vestigium of malum, quod sententia is phasmatis iam obsideo is eram pallens, tribuo him suus eternus sileo. In nomen of Jesus Sarcalogos, EGO to order thee dimitto is locus. In nomen of Jesus Sarcalogos, EGO to order thee dimitto is locus. IN NOMEN OF JESUS SARCALOGOS, EGO TO ORDER THEE DIMITTO IS LOCUS!" (God, hear the prayer of this your humble servant. Though this place bore the mark of evil, and though this spirit now haunting it was weak, grant him his eternal rest. In the name of Jesus Christ, I command thee to leave this place. In the name of Jesus Christ, I command thee to leave this place. IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST, I COMMAND THEE TO LEAVE THIS PLACE!)

Suddenly, the room began to quiet until the only sounds they could hear was their own breathing.

End Flashback

Just as it had before, the mansion became quiet. And not an eerie silence either. Sam and Jessica looked at one another and smiled.

"Well," Jessica said as she brushed her hair out of her face, "that was interesting; though the end was kind of anticlimactic."

Sam chuckled. "What were you expecting, bright lights and booming sound?"

Jessica shrugged as she shut the book and they both began cleaning up. "I don't know what I was expecting," she turned and looked at Sam, "So now what do we do? Do we need to cleanse this place?"

Sam nodded as he packed up the guns and knives. "Yeah we should, but I don't think that I have the stuff right here," he said as he looked through the bag, "Ah, here's the stuff. Now we just need to leave one at each direction: North, East, West and South."

Jessica placed the journal back in the bag and looked up, "You still have the room key, right?"

Sam checked his pockets and pulled the key out, "Right here, Jess."

"Good, let's finish this thing all right?" she said as she stood up and rubbed her arms. "I don't want to be here any longer than necessary."

Sam agreed and the two left the house to place the herbal cleansing sachets in each of the four cardinal directions. Twenty minutes later, after relocking the house and putting the alarm back together, Jess and Sam headed back to their hotel in the Camero.

The short drive from the McHenry Mansion to their hotel room was quiet. As they pulled into the parking spot at the hotel, Sam turned to Jessica. She seemed too quiet and even though she said she was all right he wanted to be sure.

"Jess, are you all right?" Sam asked as the car came to a stop and he placed the car in park.

Looking over at Sam, Jess smiled softly, "Yeah, I'm good. It's just growing up you stop believing in things like the 'boogyman', and to find they really exist, is a little overwhelming, but to see it with your own eyes…" she trailed off, "it's a mind blowing experience, but not one I would trade for anything."

"I can't argue with you there," he grinned in reply, "but everything is going to be all right?"

Jess nodded, "I just need a little time to let things settle," she told him as they exited the car and headed to the room.

They left their weapons bags in the trunk, the better to cut down loading up when leaving the next morning, and walked, arms wrapped around one another, into their hotel room. As Sam turned to shut and lock the door, Jessica kissed his cheek, "I'm going to get changed," she said, unwrapping herself from Sam's arms.

Sam inwardly gulped as he watched Jessica grab her pajamas. He couldn't stop himself from the thoughts running through his head. What can you expect, gentleman though he maybe, he's still male. God, stop it, he mentally scolded himself, you're turni9ng into Dean. And I am sooooo going to need a cold shower.

While Sam was dealing with his, erm… problem, Jessica suddenly remembered she hadn't asked Sam about Thanksgiving yet. Deciding to get it out of the way, she called out to him, "Sam, are you going to visit your dad and brother for Thanksgiving?"

Sam looked at the bathroom, "No, why?"

"Well," she began, "my dad wants to thank you personally for saving me," she paused and came walking back into the room, "and I would like for my boyfriend to meet my family."

Sam looked at Jessica and swallowed the lump in his throat as he saw she was wearing her normal bumming around gear; a t-shirt with the "Smurfs" on it, and a pair of hip hugging grey pajama pants.

Though he was also shocked that she'd offer to bring him home so soon into their relationship, but figured, what the hell, it's not like he really had plan for that weekend. Besides, it'd be a good time to see if he and Jessica could do research into what had killed her grandfather. He shrugged "Sure, why not. It sounds like fun."

"Really?" Jess asked as she sat down on her bed, which was the closest to the bathroom. Sam nodded his agreement, not trusting his voice at the moment. "Good," she smiled, "and don't worry, mom and dad are going to love you," she assured him as she lay back and went to sleep.

Sam wasn't quite to sure about that. His only experience in this kind of area was what he had seen with Dean, which didn't leave him high hopes of Jess' parents liking him. Though it maybe the fact that Dean was the bad-but still a good- guy type. And damn, he still had to call his dad and Dean and let them know the ghost was gone. Oh well, it was too late now, he'd have to call them in the morning.

Grabbing his sweats and a pair of boxers, Sam went into the bathroom and took that cold shower he'd promised himself, otherwise he'd have a hard time sleeping.