Ghostfacers Part 2

"Sammy!" Dean yelled.

"Corbett! Sam!" Ed called.

"Sam!" Angela shouted.

"Corbett! Talk to us!" Harry shouted.

"Sam!" Dean called.

"Corbett! Corbett!"

"Sam!" Angela yelled.

The camera swung around to center on Maggie and Harry.

"God, I am so scared. I'm so scared." Maggie whispered.

"It's gonna be okay." Harry replied. "It's gonna be okay, Maggie."

Maggie and Harry started to kiss.

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Ed was in the hallway.

"Corbett!" he shouted.

Maggie and Harry were still making out.

"Bom-chicka-bow-wow…whoa." Spruce said.

Ed found Maggie and Harry.

"My best friend… and my best sister."

"Ed." Harry said.

"Harry."

"Ed."

"Harry."

"Ed. Listen, Ed." Harry tried.

"Are you banging my sister?"

"No! No!" Harry exclaimed.

"Hold my glasses." Ed told Spruce.

"You got it."

"Ed." Harry said.

Ed attacked Harry.

"Ed! Ed! Ed! Ed! Ed!"

"Guys!" Spruce shouted.

Dean and Angela showed up and broke up the fight.

"What the f- are you doing?!" Angela yelled. "Cut it out!"

"We're down by two people." Dean added. "Sam! Sammy!"

"Great." Maggie muttered.

"Sorry." Harry mumbled.

"I'm sorry." Ed said. "Give me my glasses. Did he knock my, my tooth there?"

"Uh, no." Spruce replied.

"I won that, right?" Ed asked.

"Yep. You're good." Spruce nodded.

"Thanks, Spruce." Harry said sarcastically.

"Yeah, it's my fault." Spruce said.

"That's real great. That's nice. Thanks." Maggie said.

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'It's My Party' was playing in the background. There was a take with a cake and confetti.

"Corbett. Corbett." Sam said. "Hey. Corbett, hey."

"Sam?" Corbett asked.

"Corbett, hey, you got to keep listening to my voice, okay?" Sam replied. "I'm right here. Stay awake."

"Don't listen." Daggett replied. He picked up a knife. "It stops hurting, so don't worry."

"Corbett, stay with me." Sam said. "Stay with me, you got it? I'm right here. Hey. Stay with me. Don't. Don't."

Daggett stabbed Corbett through the throat.

"No. Corbett! No! Corbett!" Sam yelled.

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"Corbett!" Harry shouted. "Where'd you guys go?"

"Where are you guys?" Maggie asked.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Harry asked.

"Okay, so Daggett was a cold war nut, okay?" Dean replied. "He was, he was an amateur taxidermist. He liked to slow dance with cadavers, and all he ate were c-rations, so what the hell are we looking for?!"

"Horrible little life." Maggie said.

"Yeah, a lonely life… a cold war life." Angela replied. "He was scared. He was scared… he was scared."

"Scared of what?" Harry asked. "What? Angela, what are you doing?"

"Wait, don't leave me in here, you guys." Maggie said.

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"Get away from me." Sam said.

"This won't hurt." Daggett replied. "It's okay. It's okay. Relax. Relax."

Daggett strapped a part hat onto Sam, who was tied to a chair, while Corbett slumped dead at the other end of the table.

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"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Maggie said. "Where are you two going?"

"Guys like Daggett back then, the one who were really scared of the Russkies, they built bomb shelters." Dean replied.

"We're guessing he's got one. I'll bet you it's in the basement." Angela added.

The door slammed behind Dean and Angela, cutting them and Spruce off from Harry, Ed and Maggie.

"Whoa!" Harry exclaimed.

"Whoa! That is not funny!" Ed yelled.

"Um, who closed the door?" Spruce asked.

"It did." Dean replied. "It wants to separate us." He said.

"Ed! Listen to me!" Angela said to the door.

"What?" Ed asked.

"There's some salt in Dean's duffel. Make a circle and get inside."

"Inside?" Ed asked.

"That's stupid." Harry added.

"Inside his duffel bag?" Ed asked.

"In the salt, you idiots!" Angela shouted.

"Oh, okay." Ed replied. "Yeah. Yeah."

Dean and Angela continued down the basement stairs.

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"Hey, can I ask you something?" Spruce asked.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Earlier, you, Sam and Angela, he said you had two months left?"

"Yeah, it's complicated." Dean replied. "A while ago, Sam and Angie… no. No. No. I'm not gonna whine about my b- problems to some b- reality show. I'm gonna do my f- job."

"Is it cancer?" Spruce asked.

"Shut up." Angela replied. "You hear that?"

~/~\~

"I've been waiting for some more friends." Daggett said. "I get lonely. But you're coming to my party, aren't you?"

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"Is that music?" Spruce asked.

"Yeah, it's coming from behind this wall." Dean said.

He singlehandedly pushed a cabinet away from the wall.

"Wow, you're strong." Spruce said.

Dean flipped a pixelated middle finger to the camera.

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"You'll stay a good, long time." Daggett said.

Angela broke the door open to the bomb shelter. "Sam!" She exclaimed.

Dean shot Daggett, then untied Sam.

"Oh god." Spruce said.

They saw the whole birthday table, with the party guests of old corpses and one new corpse, Corbett.

"Oh, no, Corbett." Spruce said.

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"What's this Daggett guy's problem anyway?" Spruce asked.

"Loneliness." Sam replied, wrapping an arm around Angela's waist.

"What, he's never heard of a Realdoll?" Dean asked.

"No, no, no, Daggett was the Norman Bates, stuff-your-mother kind of lonely." Sam said. "I mean, that's why he lifted these bodies from the morgue, threw himself a birthday party, except they were the only ones who would come. Anyway, so, at midnight, he sealed them in the bomb shelter and went upstairs and o.d.'d on horse tranqs."

"How do you know this?" Angela asked curiously.

"'Cause he told me." Sam replied.

"Oh. Yeah." Dean nodded. "Okay, so now that he's dead, what? Same song, different verse, trying to get people to come to his party?"

"Pretty much, yeah. Stay forever." Sam said.

"Are those real bullets?" Spruce asked.

"It's rock salt." Dean replied.

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Dean was attempting to break down the basement door that was sill separating Dean, Sam, Angela and Spruce from the others.

"Seriously, you're still shooting?" Sam asked.

"It makes him feel better. Don't ask." Dean replied.

There was camera interference and flickering.

"Ah, hell, guys. Get in your ghost-role thing. Something's coming." Spruce said.

His camera swung around, revealing the ghost of Daggett, who knocked Spruce and his camera to the ground.

"Oh, my, oh!" Spruce yelled.

Daggett approached Spruce, but was shot and dissipated by Angela.

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"Take it easy." Angela said. "You all right?"

There was camera interference and flickering. The ghost of Daggett appeared behind Dean.

"Uh, guys…" Spruce said.

Daggett threw Dean, then Sam and Angela against the wall, then was about to attack Spruce.

"This is bad, very bad." Spruce said.

There was more camera interference and the lights flickered again. Corbett appeared behind Daggett.

"Corbett?" Spruce asked.

Corbett's ghost attacked Daggett and the both disappeared in a blinding flash of light.

"You all right, dude?" Spruce asked.

Sam, Dean and Angela picked themselves up off the floor.

"You all right?" Spruce asked.

"God." Sam said.

Dean looked back at the camera, covering the lens with his hand.

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The door to the Morton House opened, and Ed, Sam, Dean, Angela, Harry and Maggie exited. Harry and Maggie paused to hug, Angela gave Sam a quick kiss, and afterwards Sam gave Ed his phone number on a scrap of paper.

"Leap year, February 29th, the Morton House." Ed said. "A tragic day. A day of souls bound in torment, of lives held in cruel balance. But the Ghostfacers, they did the best that they could."

"We lost a beloved friend, but gained new allies." Harry added.

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"We know this much: that every day, including today, is a new beginning. We learned more than we can say in the brutal feat of the Morton House."

"The Ghostfacers were forced to face something far more scary than ghosts. They were forced to face themselves."

"War changes man."

"And Maggie."

"War changed man. And one woman… you know Corbett, we just… ah gosh, we just like to think that you're out there, watching over us."

"As far as we're concerned, you're not an intern anymore. You have more than earned full Ghostfacer status. Plus, it would be cool to have a ghost on the team."

"Yeah. Heh heh." Ed said. "And here we were thinking that, you know, we were teaching you and all this time you were teaching us, about heart, about dedication, and about how gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day. Thank you, Alan J. Corbett."

"Go well into that starry night, young Turk. Go well.

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"Come on, Spruce, I gotta get all this stuff packed up!" Corbett said.

"So, pack and talk!"

"I don't know what to say."

"Say what comes to mind. This is one of our confessional moments, Corbett, so confess. What did you think was gonna happen tonight? What do you think is going to happen on this trip?"

"I think tonight, I really do, I think all of our dreams are going to come true. Does that sound stupid?"

"Kind of does, yeah."

In Memory of Alan J. Corbett, 1985-2008 King of the Impossible.

Sam, Dean and Angela watched all of that on the computer monitor, along with the remaining Ghostfacers.

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"So, guys, what do you think? Are you alright?" Ed asked.

"You know, I kind of think it was half-awesome." Dean replied.

"Yeah, it was okay." Angela nodded.

"Half-awesome? Okay? That, that's full-on good, right?" Maggie asked.

"Yeah, um, I mean it's bizarre how you all are able to honor Corbett's memory while grossly exploiting the manner of his death." Sam replied. "Well done."

Dean secretly slipped something into a backpack under the table. "Yeah. It's a real tight rope you guys are walking there." Dean said.

"Yeah, all right guys." Angela said.

"Nah, that's reality, guys." Ed replied. "Yeah, Corbett gave his life searching for the truth, and it's our job over here to share it with the world."

"Right." Sam nodded. "Well, um, our experience, you know what you get when you show the world the truth?"

"A straightjacket." Angela said. "Or a punch in the face. Sometimes both."

"Right." Sam nodded.

"Oh come on, guys, don't be 'facer haters just because we happen to have gotten the footage of the century." Harry said.

"Oh yeah."

"You got us there."

"Yeah, well we'll see you guys around."

"Peace out." Spruce said.

Sam, Dean and Angela left. Ed shut the door behind them.

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"We clean?" Angela asked.

"No! Are you kidding me?" Ed yelled from in the distance.

"Electromagnet wiped out every tape and hard drive that they have." Dean replied.

"The world just isn't ready for the Ghostfacers." Sam said.

"It's too bad." Deans said. "I kinda liked the show."

"It had its moments." Angela said. She smiled up at Sam and kissed him softly. "I'm glad you're safe, Sammy." She murmured.

He smiled into the kiss, pulling her close. "Me too." He whispered.

They got in the Impala and drove off.

A/N: Hey guys, I'm posting early again! It's my Dad's birthday so we're celebrating~ I have officially finished editing the rest of season 3, so yay I can dedicate most of my time to planning season 4 and writing drabbles for the side story, which I'm calling 'Pieces of Time'.

Also, reminder! If you wanna request an idea for a drabble (Ex. Dean, Sam, and Angie going to the beach on a day off) then please do! They are much appreciated.

Don't forget to review, review, review! Love you guys!

~Emily