Beyond This Illusion {1} [Supernatural]

Brick House

Part I

Yeah, She's The One, The Only One,

Built Like An Amazon, Yeah

-The Commodores

...

It was official, 'Ren was bored. The Lindens had been posing as members of a women's health club for the past three days to try and find some mysterious ghost. They had found jack shit.

To top it off, Morgan had gotten kinda weird. She had gone to meet Sam before they had split from the town where Samhain had risen. 'Ren couldn't pry what happened out of her sister, but she got the feeling it was bad and probably about the demon blood. It made 'Ren wanna punch the dickwad in the face for hurting her sister, or maybe whack him with a baseball bat...

Anyway, they hadn't found shit. Well, not until they found Candace knocked out at the bottom of the stairs, naked as the day she was born. Then they knew the something was up.

"Come along, Watson. The game is afoot!" Morgan exclaimed.

"After you, Sherly."

...

They met Candace at Lucky Chin's, a local chinese restaurant. She was all indifferent through their entire chat, only telling them that someone had scared her and chased her to the stairs. She didn't even tell them if it was a ghost.

Morgan was almost to the point of banging her head on the table over their fruitless search when Candace suddenly turned into a simpering mess. She donned a pair of doe eyes and an air of vulnerability.

A quick check over her shoulder revealed Sam. Morgan sighed, grabbed her sister, and stood up to leave. Sam grabbed her arm as she tried to pass.

"Are we really going to do this?"

Morgan feigned innocence. "I have no idea what ya mean, Mr. Winchester. My sister 'n' I are late for an appointment. Good Day."

She watched as her sister yanked her arm away as if it burned her as looked at Sam with unrestrained horror. "Yer ampin' it up?! Do you want Them to kill ya?" she whispered viciously.

'Ren gripped her sister's shoulder and drug her out of Chin's before anything irreparable happened.

...

"So let's go over what we know. There's a lotto winner, trophy wife, and a pervy ghost. Did I miss anythin'?" Lauren asked her. They were sitting in the park, looking over the water in the hazy afternoon light. Something went flapping across the sky.

"A flyin' penguin."

"That's new," her sister deadpanned.

Some kids ran across the park, a big gaggle gaining on a lone runner. They tackled him just a few feet short of the Lindens. "Another one bites the dust."

"'Gan, are you sure this ain't some sorta supernatural gatherin'?"

"I keep tellin' you it's more witchy than anythin'," Morgan sighed. Her phone buzzed. "Neo's not here at the moment. Can I take a message?"

"Morgan? Heard you two were in town... You wouldn't happen to know how to deal with a little girl that's protecting a potentially​ drunk bigfoot, would you?"

"Sounds like yer day's goin' 'bout the same as ours."

"Would you just get your asses over here?"

"Just hold your tits, Winchester. We'll be there in a sec."

...

Audrey looked at the two women that the scary men had called. One was severe-looking with platinum hair and storm cloud eyes; but at the same patient and kind, like an angel. The other was more friendly looking with oaky hair and caramel eyes, but with a twinkle that promised discipline if disobeyed. Overall, they seemed like the kind of people that could help her teddy get better.