A/N: So sorry for the long wait and to get such a short chapter *pulls hair* I am sorry but I think if I type short chapters I'll be able to do this better. I'll try my best to type more for the next chapter :) So for now, enjoy~

Title: Quell the Wind
Words: 349
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural; I just happen to have some of their merchandise
Characters: Jennifer "Jenny" Richardson, mentions Sari and Ritchie Richardson
Warning: Nothing, for now...
Spoilers: Season 1 Episode 9, Home - but not very much
Summary: Sequel to Broken. The afterlife isn't easy. Trouble is brewing and Mary is doing her best to control it & to take care of Dean and their new housemates.

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22nd March '06

Jennifer "Jenny" Richardson sat on the floor to her new home, Sari and Ritchie both tucked into bed for the night. She quietly shifted through their belongings, removing their trinkets and frames from the box in front of her.

It was a difficult decision, moving away from Wichita but she knew that they all needed a new start; to get away from the looks of pity and over sympathetic neighbours and the amounts of casserole being shoved into her already full hands.

She stared at the photo of her late husband sadly, his arms around her as he smiled at the camera. Jenny brushed the tips of her fingers against his cheek before she placed the framed photo down beside her.

She heard the skittering sound of small feet, rapidly running across the room and then lights flickered. She huffed, well, not every new beginning starts with perfection. She'd need to call an animal exterminator and an electrician.

There was more scratching and Jenny abandoned her work, following the noise to the basement. Could there be a nest of rats down there? She cautiously walked down the steps, groping the wall till she found a switch and with a swift flick of her fingers, a light was turned on.

Even with the light she had trouble seeing through the dim basement. She shuffles down the remaining steps and she kept her eyes on the ground, she didn't want to accidentally step on a disgusting rat.

She reached the bottom and blinked. There, sitting near the wall, was a small box. 'Did the last tenants leave something behind?'

She crouched down and slowly opened the box, the hinges creaking. 'Must've been kept here a long time,' she noted, coughing slightly as the dust clouded the air.

Inside the box were pieces of paper. She picked one up and it showed a man and a woman holding a young boy in front of their house. She flipped the picture over and it read, "The Winchesters. John, Mary and Dean."

Then Sari screamed.

To be continued?