Close Encounters of the Fictional Kind

Chapter 6: Taken

Another collaborative chapter brought to you by Ismira Diogenes & Queenoftheslayers. Please view chapter 1 for more detail on the purpose of these short stories. Disclaimer at bottom.

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"Marie, I can't believe you got us kidnapped by an evil spirit! What the hell did you do? Go around chanting for a ghost or something…" Elise paused, looking at Marie who nodded slightly. "OH MY GOD! Are you serious!"

"It's not like I thought that it was going to work or anything. It shouldn't have worked! It wasn't even a real spell!" Marie defended herself.

"Evil spirits Marie! EVIL!"

"Yeah, yeah I know…"

"If we ever get out of here, I am going to kill you myself," Elise muttered.

"Oh I am so scared, why don't you just call your glittery lover to save us!" Marie snapped back.

"He is NOT my lover! And you know what… I wish the Goblin King would send me back to my dorm room!"

"Not without me! Elise! What about me? Damn it! I'm sorry Elise, please don't leave me here!" Marie called to no avail.

It was too late; Elise was gone, leaving Marie behind breathing in a lung full of glitter. Marie looked around the damp dank area she was in, probably a basement of some house in town. A small amount of light was coming in from the window across the room; enough that she could tell it was night out and that the street lamp really wasn't that close to the house. "Where are the Winchesters when you need them? Huh, that would be my luck, they show up just too late," Marie complained.

Time went by and Marie was wondering how long Elise was going to keep her here until she wished for her. After what seemed like forever, but was probably only thirty minutes or so, Marie heard thumping noises upstairs and soon the door was opened at the top of the staircase. She heard a masculine voice, "Sammy, yeah, going into the basement, I'll call you back soon."

"Oh thank god someone finally came!" Marie cried out in exasperation. "Do you know how boring it is down here?"

"Holy crap! Who are you?" the man asked coming down the stairs, a fire poker in his hand held like a weapon.

"Marie. Look, could you untie me before the evil ghost lady comes back? This rope hurts and I've been sitting on my pocketknife all night, not able to get at it. LOOK OUT!" Marie yelled as he neared her.

The guy turned around and swung the fire poker through the ghost who had reappeared, and she disappeared only to rematerialize to his left. This went on for another minute, the guy cursing like a sailor, until the ghost went poof in a cloud of fiery death.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number before bending over to untie Marie and help her up. "What too so long Sammy?" he asked into the phone. "She could have gotten the girl down here! Yeah, yeah, just get everything covered. I'll be there soon and then we can drop off the girl. Bye," he snapped the phone shut. "I'm Dean, Marie, where are we taking you?"

"You're really Dean Winchester? For real?" Marie asked brushing herself off.

"God damn it Chuck!"

"It wasn't the books! I swear! Look, I won't tell anyone; can I just please get a ride bake to campus?" Marie said quickly.

"Yeah, we have to stop at the cemetery on the way to get my brother though. Want to answer how you do know us?" Dean asked leading the way out of the basement.

Marie smiled at him, "I've run into other supernatural creatures/beings before."

"Huh, okay…" he said letting it drop.

The car ride to the cemetery in the 1969 Impala was fast. As they pulled up, a bag and a male dropped over the fence. "Sammy, get in," Dean called out to his brother.

"Hi here," Sammy said looking at Marie in the backseat.

"Hi Sam. Thanks for getting the ghost," Marie thanked him.

"No problem. So where are we taking you?"

"The main campus, no point going back to Elise's place. Hey, do you think you two could help me out with something? You see there is this other creeper in town, name's the Gob…" Marie started, but was poofed away before she could finish her sentence, and found herself in Elise's desk chair, Jareth the Goblin King glaring down at her.

"No hunters!" he growled furiously.

"Just evening the playing field Glitter Boy," Marie addressed the Goblin King nonchalantly. "Plus, who would have thought they'd actually scare you."

Back in the Impala, stopped on the side of the road, the two brothers stared at the backseat, now full of glitter. "Dude, Sammy…"

"No clue Dean… no freakin' idea how she got involved with him."

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Disclaimer:

Dean and Sam Winchester from Supernatural (c) Erik Kripke

Jareth the Goblin King from Labyrinth (c) Henson & Co.