I don't own the sexiness that is the Winchester brothers. But, if I have it my way, one day I will.

Chase took a deep breath. Her heart felt like it was going to pound its way through her ribcage. "I don't know."

"You don't know?" A strangled laugh escaped his lips. "You don't know?"

"No," she leaned back against the door. Chase knew it was crazy, but she felt like that thing would burst in at any moment.

"Chase?" a timid voice opened her eyes. Lilly stood in front of her, wringing her hands and looking from Dean to the door of the living room and back again.

"What's wrong?" She asked immediately. Lilly looked like someone had taken a bite out of her.

"There's someone….Sam. Sam came by." Lilly sighed, "He's been waiting for about thirty minutes."

"Thank God," Dean muttered. Without so much as a 'thank you' he turned and strode into the next room.

Lilly's eyes darkened as soon as he was out of earshot. "I hate to say it Chase, but things are getting really screwed up."

"I know," she replied shortly.

"No, I really don't think you do." Lilly hissed. "Sam arrived seconds after Maddy walked in. Now, I have no doubt about the girl's self-control or the fact that Chris can stop her, but, please, have some respect for what she's doing!"

"I'm sorry, Lilly, but he was bound to come here sooner or later, especially since his brother's been practically MIA for the past day."

"And who's fault is that?" Lilly put her hands on her hips. "And it's not just Maddy. Kist doesn't get what's going on between you and Dean. All she knows is that Dean appeals to her and you won't let her have him."

"Well, I think its time your sister learns some willpower, Lill. She can't always get what she wants."

"As much as I agree with that, I don't think this is the situation to teach her such a lesson."

"She's right, Chase. Kisten's only been doing this for a few years." Chris ambled up behind his wife.

"One hundred and sixty years. She's been exposed to this life for one hundred and six years. Maddy's only been in it a few months and she's more adult about the situation!" Chase eyed the door to the den and prayed that the brothers were occupying themselves. They didn't need to hear all this.

"Madison came into it an adult. Kist is the baby of the family. Theoretically, even Maddy's got a few hundred years on her." Chris sighed, "Look, I get what you're doing and how you feel and all that shit, but you've got to understand where the rest of us are coming from. Things don't need to get any more unbalanced around here."

Chase nodded, "I know."

"Get things with the town back in order," Lilly said, "And then get them out."

Again, Chase nodded. "Fine."

"Thank you." Lilly went back to her kitchen.

"I don't want this to turn into an argument between all five of us," Chris explained. "We need each other."

"I know," Chase conceded, "I know."

XxXxX

Sam tapped his fingers on the arm of the dark blue sofa. It wasn't like Dean to not even leave a quick note. He had ignored it for a few hours, telling himself that his brother had just gone to some bar to, ah, get to know the locals, but after midnight came and went Sam started to get worried. So he came to Chase's hoping someone would know where Dean was.

"He should be here soon." A woman that reminded Sam faintly of Jess's mom stepped into the room. "I can hear footsteps."

"Oh." Sam didn't know what else to say. She could hear footsteps. That was great.

The woman laughed quietly. "You know, for your relation, you're very quiet and polite."

Sam shrugged, "Yeah, well, I guess someone's gotta make up for it."

She laughed again. "That's very considerate of you." She glanced at the door closing off the room from the rest of the house, "Sounds like they're here." Smiling at Sam she continued, "My name's Lilly, by the way. I'll go get your brother." Straightening up a few odds and ends as she went, Lilly swept out the door. It shut firmly behind her.

Sam continued tapping his fingers on the arm of the sofa. He started counting the cracks in the fireplace across from him, and had reached nine when a familiar voice pulled him out of it.

"Hey, Sammy. Long time no see."

He gripped the couch in an effort not to break every bone in Dean's arm. "Where've you been, Dean?"

"Well, it's a funny story actually." Dean plopped himself down across from Sam in a hard chair that matched patterns with the couch. "You see, after you left, Chase and I talked, and decided it would be better for you and me to stay here. Closer to the scene of the…whatever."

"Okay, so why did you just leave? Without your phone," Sam pulled the slim, black cell from his pocket and tossed it at his brother.

"Now that's where the funny comes in."

"Okay." Sam leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. This had better be where the funny came in.

"Yeah," Dean said after a moment of silence. "I guess it's not so much funny as slightly disturbing and hot as hell."

"I don't want to know," Sam said with a wave of his hand.

"Good choice, Geek Boy." Dean reclined in the chair. "So, what do you know about floating heads?"

"Floating heads?"

"Heads that are made out of flying bugs?"

Sam stared at his brother. "What are you talking about?"

"I think I ran into what's been offing those kids." Dean continued with a blank look from Sam. "I thought it was just a gaggle/herd/school of fireflies at first, but when I got close enough to see, the things turned into this chic's head. Not a pretty head either."

"Just her head?" Sam asked with wrinkles in his forehead.

"Kind of. Her guts were with it."

"Like beside it?"

"Like hanging out of her neck."

"Huh." Sam reached for the bag that housed his laptop. "Anything else?" It didn't even occur to him how weird the conversation was getting.

"It screamed something when it came after us."

"Us?" Sam raised his eyebrows.

"Me and Chase."

"You and Chase, huh?" Grinning, Sam turned his attention to the silver laptop that now occupied the table in front of him.

Dean just rolled his eyes. "Got anything yet?"

'Give it some time, Dean." He typed a few words into the search engine. "What did she scream?"

"Uh, mangy? Menji? Mongy?"

"Mengilai."

Sam spun around. Chase was standing behind the couch. He hadn't even heard the door open.

"How long have you been there?" Dean asked with slight annoyance.

"Just a second." She nodded at Sam. "It was Mengilai."

"Okay…" Sam turned back to the computer. After sorting through all the junk, movie, and book sites, he came across one on mythology. "Mengilai," he thought out loud, "it's the name of the-"

"Spokesman of the dead." Chase took a seat on the floor. "I've got that much."

"You've ran into this thing before?" Dean asked.

"Once." Chase didn't look at him.

Sam continued his search. "When?"

"I was hunting at the edge of the town. Something smelled nasty. I went to check it out and I saw that thing." She stretched out her front legs, "I looked some stuff up."

"You mean you know what it is? You were going to let me get killed?" Dean asked, clearly angry.

"No. I have no clue what it is. And you were all for suicide as I recall." Her eyes flashed yellow for a split second.

Dean just glared, "You should have said something."

"I tried. You were too busy to listen."

"You should have tried harder."

Sam glanced up and could see the tension crackling in the air. He smiled to himself, Chase was probably about to murder. But the smile slowly turned into a frown when he saw that he was probably going to have to resort to a college student's online journal for some slight clue. It was the only thing that mentioned dragging intestines. With a resigned sigh, Sam clicked on the link.

"…and there has been an increased number of Malaysian Vampire sightings. What's the cause you ask? Irresponsible women. Click here for info."

Sam had to laugh at the entry, but, for lack of better link, he clicked the underlined words. Much to his surprise, a very professional looking website came on the screen. Titled "Supernatural Predators," the page had links for everything from leprechauns to black dogs. The crazy part being that most of the text was correct. Shaking his head, Sam double clicked a link titled "Malaysian Witch Women," and was lead to a brief explanation of a very disturbing picture.

"Hey," he called his brother over, "is this what you saw?"

Dean reached for the computer.

"Yup. That's her alright."

Chase leaned over his shoulder, "That picture does not do her justice."

"You're right, she's much prettier," Dean comment with dripping sarcasm.

"That's not what I meant," Chase settled on the cushions beside Sam. "What does it say?"

Sam cleared his throat. "They're called penangalangs. They feed off the blood of infants and women in labor…that explains all the kids…fly through the forest as a head and neck with their entrails dragging behind them…that's sanitary…gives off light in the manner of many fireflies…that makes it easy to attract kids…drops disease and sore causing fluid on anything it touches, and shouts that name whenever a child is born."

"As interesting as all that is, Sammy, how do we kill the bitch?" Dean lazily leaned his head back.

Sam scowled, "It says that penangalangs were kept out of houses by placing the thorns of the jeruju around doors and windows. They wouldn't enter because their entrails would get caught, but that didn't always work since some would force their way through the floor."

"Sounds great," remarked Chase.

"It also says that garlic was used against them, but there's no mention if that worked or not."

"So there's no sure way to kill it?" Dean asked.

"Well, there might be a way, but it's bad news for us."

"Isn't everything?"

Nodding in agreement, Sam continued, "A penangalang soaks its guts in vinegar every morning-"

"That's what it was," Chase stated, "vinegar."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Great sense of smell you have their, wolf. Even I know what vinegar smells like."

"You really do want to die, don't you," Chase growled.

"-And every morning when the sun comes up they re-enter her neck so that she can resume life as a normal woman." Sam finished his explanation over the noise.

Dean stared at him. "So this thing could be anyone?"

"Any woman," Chase corrected.

"And how is that a way to kill it?" Dean ignored her.

"What if it can't return to its human form when the sun comes up?" Sam prompted.

"It might die." Dean concluded.

"Or at the least, we could trap it until we figure something out."

Dean nodded. "Let's go take a look around town. Maybe we can find someone that fits the bill."

Sam nodded. As he shut down his computer, he mused, "Maybe someone should come with us. Chase, you could smell the vinegar quicker than us." He shoved the computer back into its case and eased the strap onto his shoulder.

"She's not coming," Dean told him, "You're not coming," he directed to her.

"I'll come!" An alluring voice rang out.

Both boys turned in time to see Kisten saunter though the door. "I'm not under a death threat like Chase is."

Chase glared. "You conniving, little-"

"Chase?" another voice called out, "Are you and-" the voice stopped abruptly when its owner came to a stop in front of the open door.

Sam's mouth opened and his eyes grew ten times their normal size. He didn't know what to do. She was here. He could see her. And she was okay.

Madison twirled a golden ring around her finger and shifted from foot to foot. Sam could swear he heard her whisper some obscenity under her breath, but he couldn't be sure.

"What the hell?" Dean hissed. "I thought she was dead?"