Sam sat staring at Dean, still on the rooftop.

"Hey!" someone yelled. Sam looked down, nearly losing his balance. "Do you enjoy being on the roof?" It was Rory. She stood below, a hot chocolate in her hand, smiling up at them.

"Actually, yes, it's peaceful up here," Dean answered, now coming to the part of the roof where Rory could see him.

"What? You guys like time to yourselves up there?" Rory laughed a bit to herself. "Mind if I come up?" She used the dumpster and swung herself up there fairly fast. "Wow, you're right," Rory said. "You can see the whole town from up here."

"There's not much to see," Dean said, commenting on the small size of the town.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Rory was looking at her wrist funny. "What?" Sam asked. Rory shook her head as if she didn't know.

"My bracelet. It must have fallen off," There was something in her voice that was peculiar. "They keep falling off. I find them all around my mom's house, when I come home, where I know I didn't put them. Either way, I'm sure mom must have moved them." She didn't seem to like that idea. Sam exchanged a look with Dean while Rory was looking down.

"Anything else?" Dean asked.

"Like what?" Rory laughed. "Lights floating out of no where?" She looked over at Gypsy's hanging contraption. "Actually, a lot of things have been stolen from Doose's Market. Taylor was complaining about it earlier. But no one could have gotten into Doose's. It was locked and barred up. Creepy, right?" Rory smiled. She obviously didn't believe in the paranormal aspect of it. Then again, lots of people didn't.

They shimmied off the roof and went back into town's square. It was packed, now, with mothers and fathers and families. "Dean?" Dean involuntarily turned around. Who could know his name here? A guy with messy black hair and a black leather jacket stood about ten feet behind them. Sam and Rory turned around as well. "I can't believe it." He rolled his eyes and stalked away.

"Hey! Come back!" Rory yelled.

'Who the hell was that?" Dean asked.

"Just...an old friend." Rory looked like she didn't know whether to follow the guy or not. "He just...it was just a misunderstanding. He thinks you're someone else."

"Someone named Dean?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Rory sighed.

"I'm confused," Sam said. Do I really look that much like that guy?

"What else is new?" Dean replied and Sam shot a look at him.

"I'm gonna find him," Rory said, and jogged off after her friend.

"We could have some fun with this," Dean said. "You could pretend to be that Dean and it could be like-" Dean cut off because Sam was glaring at him. "You know, that could be a drinking game. Everytime you glare at me, we take a drink, I'd be drunk in an hour." Sam kept glaring.

"You know, if you took a drink every time you acted like a five year old, you'd be singing along at the Rocky Horror Picture Show by tonight."

"Oh, I don't do drunk karaoke," Dean said through the new bit of laughing he had started. "That's your thing."

"What? No I don't."

"You just don't remember. I do." Sam raised an eyebrow. "Trust me. You almost puked on my bed afterwards. I remember."

The night was almost over, and the town center was almost empty. The lights were being shut off now. Sam and Dean had begun walking back to the Dragonfly, when they heard bells.

"What the heck?" Dean said, spinning around and looking up at the church tower, where the nose was coming from. Taylor was running up to the church steps with another man. Sam and Dean jogged up to them.

"There's no one in there!" the other man said. He was the pastor, or so it looked from the chain hanging around his neck or the bible sticking out of his bag, which had Star's Hollow Bible Study embroidered on it.

"Well, if no one's in there, then how's it going off?" Taylor asked.

"Well that was a stupid question," Dean said under his breath.

"I obviously don't know, Taylor," the pastor said, finally wrenching the door open. The four guys flooded inside, amidst the bells, which were becoming increasingly more annoying. "The steps to the bells are over there." The pastor pointed and tossed keys to Taylor. "I'll make sure no one comes down the other set of steps."

Taylor couldn't unlock the door, his hands were shaking too much. "Oh, give me the keys," Dean said, unlocking the door within ten seconds. Dean probably could have kicked down the door faster. He rolled his eyes, as he, Sam and Taylor raced up the to get to the bells.

Sam, who was first up the steps, knocked down the second door with an easy kick to get to the bell. Sam and Dean flooded into the room, and Taylor was behind them by about a minute. Taylor's jaw dropped when he got inside. Sam and Dean were staring as well. No one was up there, pulling the rope to the bells. But the bell kept swinging.

Sam reached out to touch the bell pull and felt like an electric shock had traveled up and down his spine. He yanked his hand back and stood a few steps back.

The room got suddenly colder and then freakishly warm as the bell stopped ringing. Sam looked out the tower window, and down at the town square, and he thought he was seeing things. The lights to the town square were flashing on and off and the merry go round had started up again. Sam saw the other staircase and started off down it, in case a person had decided to run down there, to the pastor waiting at the bottom.

He got all the way down the second set of winding steps, and the pastor was standing alone. "Did you guys get him?"

"No one ran down this way?" Sam asked, nearly out of breath.

"No, why? No one was up there?!" The pastor asked. Dean and Taylor were now coming down the other stairs. Dean locked the door up again. Taylor looked severly scared as they walked toward Sam and the pastor. They all exchanged looks.

"Must have been the wind," Taylor suggested after a moment.

"The wind?" The pastor was skeptical.

"You have a better explanation?" Taylor asked, his voice jumping about twelve octaves. Dean fought back a laugh. Taylor looked outside to the functioning festival outside. "The lights must have been on a timer," Taylor said, regaining his composure and going outside to, once again, shut off the lights and the attractions. The moon bounce was blowing itself up again. He tried to deflate it, to much defeat.

"You boys have a good night," the pastor said, sighing, unsatisfied. Sam and Dean began to walk away. "Do you really think it's the wind?"

Sam turned around. "There was a pretty strong breeze in there." The pastor nodded.

"People are too gullible, that's the problem," Dean said, as they walked away, back to the Dragonfly to try to figure out how to solve the problem.

A/N: Alright people, end of the chapter which means... DINGDINGDING.. TIME TO REVIEW. crowd goes wild, yaaaaaaay hope y'all liked it... it sure was fun writing it! Tell me your feedback, AND: Write in to tell me the creepiest thing that's ever happened to you or someone you know that you can't explain. I'm COUNTING on your input! Luv Yah!