"So what's going on in Intercourse, Pennsylvania that we have to worry about?" asked Dean gruffly

"We're going to Scranton, not Intercourse." explains Sam for the third time that day

"Yeah I know. I just really love that there's a town called Intercourse" replies Dean with an impish grin

"Whatever." Sam rolls his eyes. "There's a beet farm up there and the owner thinks it may be haunted"

"A what farm?"

"I said beet farm"

"Yeah I know what you said but who the hell owns a beet farm? I mean… a farm… just for beets. Gross!"

Sam laughs at Dean's rant over the dark red vegetable.

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"Damn it, Jim!" exclaims Dwight as he pulls a plate of green jello out from his desk, his most valued bobble head figurine nestled right in the center of the jiggly dessert.

Jim looks over with his most commonly used I'm-trying-not-to-laugh-at-you-right-now-so-I'll-pretend-I-don't-know-what's-going-on expression. Pam, seated right across from Dwight and next to her mischievous husband, smiles quietly making sure the annoyed salesman doesn't catch a glimpse at her amused reaction.

"I don't know why you still use that same old prank" she murmured, still not looking up from the paper on her desk, as Dwight stormed off into the boss's office.

"It's a classic, Pam. Classics never die" he explains, looking up at his gorgeous wife and smiling even wider. Of course, new pranks are better but he didn't want to give too much away lest she accidentally spill the beans like last time. It wasn't that he trusted her but if she knew what he was doing she would never be able to keep a straight face

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"Oh which one is that" Jim inquired earnestly as he walked into the break room, dollar in hand, for a drink from the soda machine

"Why do you care? It's not like you know about these anyways… idiot." retorted Dwight, looking up from his novel.

"No I was just wondering. I couldn't tell from the cover if that was Wendigo or Scarecrow but now that I look at it…" Jim squints theatrically at the paperback in Dwight's hand. "Yeah… yup… that's definitely Scarecrow. That's a good one."

"How did you- ? But when did- ? Why-?" sputtered Jim's tongue-tied conversational partner before he finally stated "You've never read any of these!"

"What? How couldn't I? The Supernatural series is like the best one out there… after Harry Potter, of course. It's too bad there haven't been any more written." he replied, calmly retrieving his grape soda from the machine and heading back to his desk.

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"Hi, Mr. Schrute. My name's Keith and this is my brother Dave. Our friend, Joe, told us you were having some pest control problems around here we may be able to help you with…" Sam politely shook the farmer's hand.

"Yeah looks like there may be ghosts or something. I found these weird symbols on my wall one day and there's more every time I come home. I salted certain rooms and the symbols are gone there but these are still here." explained Dwight expertly to the two hunters

Aside from the fact that this guy knew a thing or two about hunters and was able to get a hold of them through a mutual friend, the situation still didn't sound right to Sam. "Right… but have you actually seen the ghost?" he inquired, suspiciously.

"No but I know how these things work. Ghosts can't get past salt or iron. I've read the Supernatural books!" he retorted indignantly.

"Of course you have" Dean rolled his eyes at the obviously delusional fanatic they had traveled 1,000 miles to help. He'd have to sock Joe right in the jaw for leading them right to this loony.

Dwight looked like he was ready to go off on a rant when Sam thought it better to interject and calm him down

"Alright no need to worry. We'll take a look around and see if we find anything else."

Dean quickly pulled his seemingly delirious brother to the side

"What? Are you seriously thinking of wasting our time here? You know very well this isn't ghosts. Probably just a bunch of kids messing with the local nut job."

"I know, I know" conceded Sam "But it wouldn't hurt to give the place a once over. If there's nothing here, and there probably wont be, we can hit the road again. No big deal."

"Alright. Fine. But let's make this quick, the place smells like manure."

The brothers looked around the graffitied room for any other clues as to whether or not there was really anything in the house. They circled the small living room giving it a half assed glance when Sam paused and stooped down near the window.

"Uh oh" he muttered, wiping off a yellow powder from the floor and giving it a whiff. "Sulfur"

"Well, would you look at that? Guess the guy's not as crazy as we thought." Dean mused with a lopsided grin that said oops.

"Yeah but he's definitely in more danger."