A/N: Written for a picture prompt shared by Kalliel (on LJ) of a note reading:
Hello,
We hope your exorcism was successful last night.
We do ask, as a courtesy to us and the other neighbors on this floor, that you limit expelling demons to Friday & Saturday nights.
Thank you, in advance
Make a Strange Request...
Jane wasn't actually expecting a reply when she stuck the Post-It note on the neighbors' door. The two men hadn't been around long enough for her to even learn their names; she'd heard them talking a few times late at night, but never loudly enough for her to make out anything they said. They kept to themselves and rarely stopped to do more than smile at anyone in the parking lot. They didn't even turn their TV and radio up very loud, at least not at night.
That was what had made the screaming racket the night before so inexplicable. It had sounded like something out of a horror movie, complete with furniture falling and glass breaking, which was what had prompted a badly sleep-deprived Jane to write the snarky note about exorcisms in the first place. But surely it had been only a domestic quarrel, right?
So when she dragged herself home from the day's grocery run that morning, she was stunned to find a note on her door. She let herself in, set her first load on the table, and went back to retrieve the note. The firm masculine handwriting wasn't much of a surprise, but the words definitely were:
Don't worry, that was the last of them. We'll be out of your hair tonight. If anything else weird happens, though, call 785-555-9847 or pray to Castiel, and we'll come back and take care of it.
DW
Jane blinked at the note, read it again, set it aside, brought in the rest of the groceries, poured a fresh cup of coffee, drank most of it, and read the note again. It didn't make any more sense than it had the first time.
But sure enough, the apartment next door was empty, and the men never came back.