"So uh, what is all this?" I ask, a nervous smile on my face.

Spruce spreads his open palms and gives a laid-back smile. "Relax Hen, this is just part of being a Ghostfacer, you'll have to get used to always being on camera."

I swallow, a wave of self-doubt washing over me. Need make-up stat. I've been with the Ghostfacers for a few days now, enduring what they call "training."

"Training" is having Maggie explain how all the cameras work and how to use them.

"Training" is having Harry try to throw me by asking random ghost questions.

"Training" is having Spruce, the most mellow dude in the world, interview me.

One thing that isn't part of training however, is staring at Ed when he isn't looking. I grin.

"Something funny?" Spruce asks, flipping a switch on his camera.

I immediately clear my face. "No."

"So, what do you think so far of life as a Ghostfacer?"

"It's great." I smile...and then frown. "Wait, is that camera on?"

"Yes." Spruce admits, shrugging. "But just ignore it."

I roll my eyes. Interviews.

"What do you think of the team?"

I raise an eyebrow. "If you want me to tell you what I think of you, all you have to do is ask."

Spruce chuckles.

I shrug. "Maggie's nice, really friendly. Harry...he's kind of quirky but you got to love him. You're...really mellow. Are you on drugs or something?"

Spruce laughs again. "No. What do you think of Ed?"

"Um...he's uh..." A handsome, nerdy, take charge guy, that has exceptional beardage and glasses. Drool. "Fine." I clear my throat and look away.

Okay, so I like Ed. That doesn't make my reasons to be here superficial though! I'm here to protect these idjiots. They're getting into things they can't protect themselves from. Two interns have been taken out of the picture because of this. Sooner or later it'll be Ed, or one of the others that gets hurt. I can't allow that. I've made it my personal mission to infiltrate their club and protect them.

"You like him don't you?" Spruce says, peering at me suspiciously from behind his glasses.

My eyes widen; in my surprise my face betraying me. "What? No."

Spruce shifts in his seat and chuckles to himself. "What is it about Ed? Every intern." He mumbles to himself.

My eyes become slits. "You are editing this damn tape. If you tell Ed I will personally kill you." I hiss, both mortified and angry.

Spruce's eyes widen in surprise, but he still looks chill. "Okaaaaaay."

"Next question."

He collects himself. "What were you doing before you came here?"

What was I doing before I came here? I was hunting. And before that...well, before that doesn't matter. "Just college." I lie. I notice a dart board on the wall behind Spruce. "Is that Sam and Dean?" I ask, staring at the dart-ridden pics of the Winchester boys on the board.

Spruce leans back and looks behind him. "Yeah, Harry and Ed especially hate them. You must have read about them off our site?"

I nod, but it's not true. I know the Winchester boys because I've met them. It's been a long time since I last saw them though. Really, I haven't seen any of my friends in a long time. When Bobby died and the Angels (That's what we called our little all girl hunting group) separated, my best friend Diamond disappeared, my big sis Brandi went with Dean and I...well, I went with nobody.

"You alright, Hen?" Spruce asks.

I get up. "No, I'm done answering questions."