Chapter two

OK, changed my mind. No phone call to Bobby, but lots of references. So many references, in fact, I will go so far as to say it takes place in the same universe. So, yeah. Also, Norman may seem out of character to you, being cockier in here than in the movie, but I'm just going to say that growing up meant that Norman also grew out of his shyness a little. So, don't like, don't read.

I don't own Supernatural, ParaNorman, Gravity Falls, Coraline, etc.

Norman's P.O.V.

Norman was bored. As the hotel clerk, it was his job to stand there and do nothing while waiting for customers. He sighed and looked at the clock. Five more minutes left. That was the rule. If no one came for half an hour, then he could do something else in the hotel for the remaining time he had left on his shift. Which was fifteen minutes, if anyone was curious. The minute hand moved and Norman smiled. Four minutes.

"...never said I would do something like this! I agreed to help you find our Grunkles, not another job!" A feminine voice was arguing, clearly not happy about something. Norman cringed in pity for the poor sap. He had heard that tone of voice to many times from his older sister Courtney, and he knew it was not pleasant. The woman was about nineteen or twenty if he had to guess. The voice got closer, accompanied by a similar sounding voice, but deeper, so Norman knew it had to belong to a male, about the same age as the female.

"Mabel, we have to do it! People could get hurt. I promise you, I won't drag you into any more jobs." Norman's ears perked up. A job? He had heard that type of talk before. It only came from hunters and the occasional assassin. The arguing duo walked through the door and to Norman's desk.

"I'd like to get a room, please."

"Alright," Norman responded. "What type would you like?"

"A twin bed, please."

"You aren't sharing?..." Norman trailed off and the man looked confused for a moment. Then he laughed.

"Oh," he said. "Oh gosh no. She's my sister. My twin sister." Norman chuckled awkwardly.

"Heh, sorry about that. Alright, twin beds for the twin siblings. Sign here, here, and here. What method will you be paying by?"

"Cash."

"Alright, here you go. Your room is that way, sir, down the hall. May I ask that you sign our guestbook, Mr..." Norman looked at the signatures on the papers. "Fiddleford?"

Norman looked up at them. Ridiculous, clearly made-up names, arguing about a job, paying in cash, and saying that someone could get hurt? Oh yeah. These guys were definitely hunters. Mr. 'Fiddleford' chuckled.

"Yep, that's us alright. Sure thing... Norman." He looked at Norman's name tag.

"I'm... Sam and this is... Ellen." Norman chuckled again. Definitely hunters. The two signed and walked down the hall. 'Sam' stopped and turned around.

"Would you mind showing us where our room is?"

"Not at all." Norman walked down with them and led them to the elevator. They followed him to the top floor and stopped at door eighteen. He used the key to open the door and gestured for them to go inside.

"May I get your luggage?" Norman asked. 'Ellen' and 'Sam' shared a look before 'Sam' shook his head. Norman laughed. Of course not.

"You know, off the record here, you can tell me your real names. I know your line of work. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, then I guess I wasted my time. But I'm not normally wrong. Oh, another thing. This town may have a 'witchy' past, but there's nothing to hunt here. Not for you at least." 'Sam' and 'Ellen' shared a look.

"I don't know what you're talking about." 'Sam' stated

"Alright. If you change your mind, you know where I'm at." Norman began walking down the hall until he heard a "Wait!"

He turned around. "Yes?"

"My name's Mabel. Mabel Pines. This big nerd here is my brother Dipper." Norman smiled.

"Well, welcome to Blithe Hallows, Dipper and Mabel Pines."

"We sort of have a problem. Have you perchance noticed two older men checking in here a couple days ago? They went missing three days ago. Just up and vanished. They said they were staying at this motel." Norman furrowed his brow thoughtfully.

"Well, there's a way to check. Do you know their aliases?"

"Aliases?" Mabel asked.

"Other names or identities," Dipper clarified.

"So you do talk," Norman mused. Dipper bristled.

"Don't get used to it." Mabel shot him a glare, and he calmed down.

"Yeah. They went by Jacob and Joshua Brown."

"Just let me be right back. I'll check." Norman ran down the stairs, deciding it would be faster. Quickly, he ran down to the desk and flipped through the guestbook. Bingo. He ran back up the short flight of stairs to their room and seeing that they were nowhere in sight, knocked on their door. He didn't even finish knocking when the door opened, and Mabel let him in. She gestured at a table and Norman sat down.

"Did you get it?" Mabel demanded.

"Yeah. Room 203. I'll get you in later when everyone's sleeping and there'll be no one to stop us." Mabel's face screwed up in confusion.

"Isn't this a 24-hour motel? Won't there be people to stop us?" Norman smiled.

"The guy who'll be on desk duty owes me a favor."

"You're giving up a favor for us? Favors are precious things." Dipper joined them at the table.

"Yeah, Mabel's got a point. What's in it for you?"

"This town has enough hunters as it is. Some hunters bring death and despair. The sooner you two are out of here, the better. Also, you could be hunting these two because they're possessed. If they're possessed, they could hurt people. And I'm not going to let that happen." Dipper still looked incredulous but nodded never the less.

"We're not hunting them. They're our great uncles, and we think a demon took them." Dipper glared at her.

"What?" She asked. "If he can help, then I can get home sooner. Norman, they're incredibly important to us. They're practically our parents. Also, if you find them, they're not going to be possessed. They have these."

Mabel pulled down the hem of her shirt, revealing an Anti-Possession tattoo. Dipper did the same and Mabel explained, "Our Grunkles made us get them when we were fourteen."

"Grunkles?" Norman asked.

"Great Uncles," Dipper explained.

"Oh." Norman pulled down the hem of his shirt as well, revealing the same tattoo. Dipper smiled at him for the first time, and Norman felt his face get hot. He cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Thank you, Norman. We really appreciate it." Mabel smiled gratefully at him.

"Yeah, Norman," Dipper added. "Thank you."

Norman smiled. "You sure I can't get your luggage?"

Mabel and Dipper laughed. "Nope, we're sure, Norman. Thanks again. It's nice to know there's someone on our side that knows what they're doing."

Norman smiled and walked out the door. "You have no idea," he whispered.

(Line break, whoa!)

(Also, still Norman's P.O.V.)

"All right ghost-boy!" Norman's best friend Neil cheered. "You ready to kick some ghost-butt?!"

"Heck yeah!" The duo hopped out of Norman's truck and crossed the road to the abandoned gift shop. Every year at this time, the original owner of the gift shop would cause the cars or whatever that passed by to crash, killing everyone but the gay people in the vehicle. Knowing the legend, the entire high-school was going to drive by at exactly one am, seeing if the ghost stories were true. Norman and Neil had Courtney (Norman's older sister) spread it around that the ghost came out at one instead of five, the actual time it appeared, to save all of their necks. That left Norman and Neil eight hours to find the ghost, and have Neil salt and burn the body, or have Norman convince it to move on.

Neil tossed Norman the duffel bag filled with the supplies and walked to the front door. Neil jiggled the lock and took out his lock-pick. After a minute or so, the lock fell and Neil turned to Norman with a grin on his face and fire in his eyes. "We're in!"

Carefully, Norman eased open the door and the two walked inside. Neil closed the door behind them and looked at Norman. "Sensing anything yet?" He asked.

Norman shook his head and they started to explore slowly and carefully. They didn't have an EMF meter for this sort of stuff, but they had Norman, which was sort of the same thing, but better since Norman could actually point out the ghosts. Norman took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. He Felt all around him, but he couldn't seem to sense anything. "Neil, what time is it?"

"4:59. No, wait, hah! 5:00!" Just as Neil said it, he felt an extremely powerful surge of energy. Norman cried out and was thrown against a wall. The front door flew open, and Norman heard vaguely familiar voices as the blackness clouded his vision.

"What happened?" The voice demanded. Norman groaned and couldn't stop the darkness from swallowing him whole.

Whoo! Here we are, Earthlings! Chapter two is done! Yes! Please don't forget to review! Thank you so much to the people who are already following this story. I really appreciate your premature faith in me! Also, please don't hate me for the cliffhanger. If you watch BBC or Supernatural, then you already know the writers are really mean, so maybe it's our destiny? Who knows? See you next chapter! :)