The next day, in Ed's dad's basement, the Ghostfacers showed them the roughly edited footage of what was supposed to be the pilot episode for their new show. Admittedly, it would sell.

"What do you guys think?"

Dean tried not to laugh. "I think it was half awesome."

"Half awesome?" Maggie said excitedly. "That's full on good, right?"

Sam shrugged. "Yeah, I mean it was pretty awesome how you were able to honor his memory while totally exploiting the manner of his death."

"Yeah, it's a really thin line you're walking there guys." They headed for the door.

Ed defended them. "No, it's reality man. Corbett gave his life searching for the truth and it's our job over here to share it with the world."

Kayla grimaced. "People don't like the truth. They like believing that ghosts don't exist."

"Don't be facer-haters because we happened to get the footage of the century."

"That is totally what we are, you nailed it."

They quickly made their way to the car, stopping only to hear their cries of terror as the electromagnet Sam left wiped their computers clean of all operating systems.

"See? I told you guys this would be fun!" Dean lurched the Impala onto the street. "Was I right or was I right?"

"If you say so."

"Hey awesome in the basement babe, you kicked ass." He saw her smirk but all sarcasm aside he was glad he had seen it in the footage. It eased his anxiety a little, seeing her take off on her own and helping out Sam. Maybe they should stick together after all. At least each wouldn't let anything happen to the other.

In the midst of the chaos in his mind about dying and hell and whether Sam and Kayla would survive, it wasn't the only thing that tugged at him about leaving. Especially if they stayed hunting together. A nagging thought that he'd never express out loud. Sam and Kayla were more alike than they realized, or at least admitted. The way they worked a job, the emotional attachment to the cases, they could relate to each other. How long would the professionalism last?