A/N: Short drabble that just popped into my head. With the recent release of the updated Ghostbusters I decided to jump the bandwagon. Set sometime in season five but before "The Real Ghostbusters". No copyright infringement intended. I don't own Supernatural, or Ghostbusters. All rights reserved.
Who You Gonna Call
"Well, that was weird." Sam dropped his duffel and plopped on his bed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Behind him, Dean followed suit, the soft thumping sound of his body dramatically flopping on the bed beside him echoing in the dingy motel room. "You tellin' me," he replied, closing his eyes and trying to relax his aching muscles. "And this is coming from guys who've actually seen this shit."
"We have seen some pretty crazy stuff."
"As crazy as that?"
"Two words: Carver Edlund.
Dean opened one eye, as if in deep thought. The entire literary series written by a complete stranger turned prophet of the Lord was unbelievable, to say the very least. The fact that said prophet/hack writer had known the Winchesters' lives in vivid detail, and had written about their misadventures for the public to read about (and extremely accurately too, from the food they ate to the silly pranks they had played on each other back in Richardson) had been a lot for the brothers to take in. But this, this was rediculous not because of the plausibilty or lacktherof of the event, but the shere insanity of getting a commissioned job. And not just any job, but at a Ghostbusters convention, complete with fans dressed in full jumpsuit and proton packs, and even the odd Slimer and inflatable Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. In short, the entire scenario was more than enough to convince both Winchesters to never watch the film again.
But the real kicker of the whole thing? The organizer of the convention had known the venue was haunted (fortunately, not by anything as over the top as a psychotic Ghostbusters hater pissed off at the prospect of a convention and hell bent on ruining it) and had heard from a friend of the "real" ghostbusters, the brothers Winchester. The convention centre stood on the property of an old library, which had burned to the ground, killing the janitor trapped inside. Though secretly tickled over the fact that a Ghostbusters convention was actually haunted, Marie Vickers had wisely decided to take up her friend's offer and give the brothers a call. A very wise move, considering the fact that the very irate spirit had attempted to set the building ablaze; the entire structure had been minutes away from a massive inferno before Dean had found its remains, letting out a rather lame "I ain't afraid of no ghosts" before dropping the match.
The boys lay in silence for a few moments, staring at the ceiling of their darkened motel and listening to the whisper of traffic outside the grimy window. For a moment, Sam felt sleep coming and he yawned, fully embracing the thought of a good night's sleep; but just as the younger Winchester was about to drift off, a familiar song could be heard from the next bed:
"Nah na na na nah nah..."