A/N: This is my own chapter, it does not have to do with an episode. Sorry for any mistakes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of supernatural.
We walked back to Bobby's house. We stayed at the dock for three more hours, just talking about anything that came to mind. The lights were on, and there was no doubt that my brothers were probably wondering where the hell I was. I mentally face palmed myself for not bringing my phone or keeping track of time.
We walked back into the house quietly. Sam and Dean were walking all over the house, picking up lying clothes and weapons and throwing them into duffel bags. Bobby was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee.
When he saw up, he bolted out of his seat, "Where the hell have you guys been?" He turned to Braden, "Are you asking for a death wish? Sam and Dean—"
"What's going on?" Dean walked into the kitchen, "Are you serious?" he volume rose with every word, "Are you serious? Sam!" Sam ran into the room after his name was called. "I cant do this right now. You take care of this," he waved his hands towards Braden and I. I rolled my eyes. "I am getting the rest of this shit in the car and we're leaving."
"Leaving?" I asked, "We just got here."
"Leaving." He repeated and slammed the door behind him.
I looked at Sam and Bobby and rocked back and forth on my feet. "Well, uh, this is awkward, so uh…"
I didn't even finish my sentence. I walked upstairs to my room and threw on jeans, a black cami underneath a flannel. I tossed my hair into a messy pony tail and brushed my teeth.
When I walked back into the room, Sam was sitting on my bed. I sighed and continued packing, without speaking a word.
"Need help?" He asked as I struggled to carry down two duffel bags.
I gave him and look and nodded.
We walked to the car and threw our things in the trunk. Dean had the car already started with the music blaring. I hopped in the back seat while Sam took the front.
Dean stepped on the gas as soon as the doors were closed and we drove in silence for at least two hours.
/
After two hours, I couldn't take the silence anymore. I didn't really care that Dean was mad at me, cause in my defense I didn't absolutely nothing wrong. I could understand why he was mad about sleeping with Braden, but it is no different than him having one-night stands with random strangers. Maybe it was different because I was his little sister, but from my point of view, I hate it knowing my brother is banging chicks off the streets.
"So where are we going?"
"Colorado," Sam answered after looking at Dean figuring he wasn't going to answer me, "The Morton House."
"Okay," I nodded, "And you were so quick to find a hunt because…"
"Shut it, Maddie." Dean said.
"Oh come on, Dean. Isn't it obvious?" I laughed, "As soon as Braden walked through that door, you couldn't wait to put at least a 100 mile radius between us."
"I don't like him. I don't like the way he talks to you, to Sam, or to me. Madds, he is an asshole and took things way to far."
"What because he slept with me? He didn't know me, Dean. I didn't know him it was a drunken mistake at the time."
"Oh, so you were drunk when it happened too?" Dean shook his head, "Just wonderful."
That's when I had enough.
"Yeah because I was trying to get rid of the pain from being told that you liked Sam a hell of a lot more than you would ever like me," I spat, "So yeah, I drank, I got drunk, and I slept with someone I met at the bar. But tell me Dean, if it were you in the situation what would you have done differently?" His silence was my answer, "That is exactly right. You would do the same thing I did. The difference is, you wouldn't be patronized for it by me or Sam. And if it were Sam, you would give him a slap on the back for finally scoring someone. You would be proud of him. And you know what? You don't have to keep trying to make me feel guilty for everything, because you have already accomplished that. I have come to the conclusion that nothing I ever do will impress you and that I do everything wrong in your eyes."
The car was filled with tension and silence. Sam didn't even look at Dean. I settled back into my seat and stared out the window, holding the tears in, never realizing how true my words were until now. The words rolled off my tongue like I had been planning that rant for months, but in fact I said everything on the spot. But the speech held so much truth in it, that it overwhelmed me.
We got to western Colorado six hours later. I fell asleep for most of it so didn't know if Sam and Dean spoke while I was out.
I don't want to be mad at Dean, and I figured this would pass over in the next week or two—Winchesters are good at holding grudges. But Dean only had two more months left of his deal, and I didn't want to spend them fighting.
The car rolled down a dark road, the only light coming from the car's headlights and Sam's flashlight he spot out of his window. They thought they had heard talking near the house that was surrounded by gates and a huge sign that said DO NOT ENTER. Classic. Sam didn't see anyone though, so Dean moved on, looking for a spot to park his car.
/
"We don't know exactly what this is," Sam said as we took everything out of the trunk, "I think we just bring the whole bag including the research."
Dean nodded in agreement. I grabbed my own duffel bag.
We walked inside, and when we did, the mumbling of voices and small screams filled the empty Morton house
The house was very old; everything was made out of wood. With every step we took, the floorboards creaked.
My brothers glanced at each other and we pulled out our guns and stomped forward.
"Freeze! Police Officers! Don't move!" Dean shouted.
We walked into a room with three nerdy boys and one girl. All were wearing some sort of digital gadgets or flashlights somewhere on their bodies.
"All right. All right. All right. Take it easy, take it easy," Sam said.
"Let's see some identification."
"Come on, let's see some i.d."
One of the men started stuttering and looked like he was going to pee he his pants. I seriously didn't feel like dealing with these kind of people right now. "What—are we under—under arrest?"
"We are unarmed!" Another one exclaimed.
"Oh, god. Oh, god."
"Want to explain that weirdo outfit," Dean said while looking at his I.D, "Mr. uh, Corbett?"
The ginger stopped in his track. He had a beard and glasses and looked at my brothers with narrowed eyes, "I know you."
"Yeah, sure you do," Dean said, glancing at Sam with an eye roll, "Give me some identification."
"Yeah, ho—whoa," I shined my lights in his eyes, "Ah," he winced back. "I know the both of you guys," he said after I took the light off of him.
How did Sam and Dean know these freaks?
"What?" Corbett looked at his friends with confusion.
"Holy shit," Sam said when he finally realized who these weirdos were.
Dean looked at him, "What?"
"Uh, West Texas... the... the tulpa we had to take out. Those two goofballs that almost got us killed... The hellhounds or something?" Sam snapped is fingers as he tried to remember.
Obviously this was when they left me back in Kansas and went on hunts on their own.
Dean rolled his eyes, understanding who exactly they were, "Fuck me."
"Yeah, we're not hellhounds anymore, okay? It didn't test that well." One said.
"I don't understand," I said, looking at Sam, "Who are these people?"
"Ed, what's going on?" Corbett asked.
"They're not cops, buddy," The one known as Ed smirked, "No, not at all," he looked me up and down, "Except I don't recognize you, honey," I felt vomit build up in my stomach at the nickname, "What are you doing with these losers?"
"Hey, Ed," Dean stepped in front of me, "Next time you say anything like that, I will shove all your camera stands up your ass till you use them as tongues."
Ed put his hands up in surrender, but continued to smirk towards me. I grimaced and walked past him.
"Ed, didn't you have a partner?" Sam asked
"Oh, yeah, yeah," he turned to me, "See, what we do is dangerous. I mean I could do this alone—"
"Is he around here somewhere?" Dean asked, cutting Ed off.
I rolled my eyes and walked around him.
"He's running around, chasing ghost," he answered
"Okay, well, listen, you and Rambo need to get your girlfriends and get out of here."
"All right. Listen here, chisel chest, okay?" Ed said. I raised an eyebrow in amusement. Chisel Chest. HA. "We were here first. We've already set up base camp. We beat you."
Dean turned to Sam, "They were here first."
"Mm hmm," Ed crossed his arms over his chest. Dean grabbed Ed by the collar of his shirt, "Oh god."
"Ed…"
"Yeah?"
"…Where's your partner?"
"He's in here some where," he struggled.
Dean let him down.
"What are you doing in the Morton House, Ed - on leap year - what are you thinking?"
"We're here to spend the night, okay? It's for our TV show."
"TV show?" I scoffed, "You made ghost hunting into a TV show? What's your name?"
"Ghostfacers."
"That's funny," I smiled.
"Nobody has ever spent the night before," Corbett said.
"Uh, actually, yeah, they have," Dean scoffed.
"Uh, we've never heard of them," Ed said like he was the smartest human being alive, and if he didn't hear anything than it's not true.
"Yeah you wanna know why? 'Casue the ones that have haven't lived to talk about it!"
"They're all dead, you door knob," I said.
"Oh come on. I don't believe you."
Sam slammed some files down on the table next to the computers, "Look - missing-persons reports going back almost a half century. John Graham stayed on a dare - gone. Julie Wilkerson - gone. There are tons more. All of them came to just stay the night through, always on a leap year. The only body they ever found was the last owner, Freeman Daggett."
"Whoa, those look legit."
"They are legit. Look, Ed, we ain't got much time here, buddy. Starting at midnight, your friends are going to die."
A couple seconds later, three other people sprint down the stairs and into the living room. Two boys and a girl.
"Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Guys! Guys! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! We got one! Corbett! Corbett, we saw one! We saw one!" One really hyper guy jumped up and down. The girl started wiring up her camera to the computer.
"Get outta here!" Ed slapped him with excitement.
"It was a full apparition! It was like a class four. It was a spectral illumination! It…"
"It was amazing!" The girl exclaimed.
The one guy stopped and stared at my older brothers and pointed, "Hey, arent those the assholes from Texas?"
"Yes," Ed answered.
"Who's the girl?"
"All right, let's have this reunion across the street, guys," Dean tried hustling them out of there but to no avail.
"Crap," The other one said, "What are you guys doing here? Who is she?"
"She's our sister, dumbass," Sam spat.
"Sister?" Ed jumped in surprise.
"Come on, come on. We'll get you ice cream—our treat. What do you say? Let's go."
"Yeah, I say no," The guy said. His name was Harry.
"Look at this," the girl, Maggie, waved us over. She was ignoring the bickering a focusing on the footage, "Look, look. Ed, Ed. No. No. Look at this. Okay, honest-to-god proof, all right?"
"Is she on some kind of crack?" I asked no one in particular.
Maggie showed everyone the footage on the screen.
The video showed a man in a suit and hat from the twenties. He was standing in the middle of the room talking to no one in mid conversation. The other people, Maggie, Harry, and Spruce, stood off to the side as they ogled what was in front of them. Then all of a sudden, the spirit was shot three times. And then he disappeared.
"Are you kidding me?" Ed looked at the others, ecstatic.
"Yeah, no. Not kidding," Harry waved his hands.
"What kind of reading did we get?" Spruce asked
"Uh, it was a 10.9," Harry answered
"10.9?"
"Yeah it was a 10.9. It was almost 11. I came out and I was like, 'what's going on?' and I was like—wait watch this," he rewound to the part where he was shot, "Oh! He got blasted. It was crazy."
I looked at my brothers and back to the screen. We walked away into the hallway so we could talk without them listening to us.
"Think we were off on this?" Sam asked, "I mean, that was just a death echo."
"Yeah, but what's it doing here? Did anybody get shot here?" Dean asked.
"No, not that I could find."
"Well what if—"
I was cut off by Spruce who was walking closer and closer to us with his camera in his hand, "What's a death echo?"
"Look, we got a problem here," I said, "And that ghost aint it."
"Echoes are trapped in a loop, okay? They keep replaying how they died over and over and over again, usually in the place where they were ganked. It's about as dangerous as a scary movie." Dean explained.
"So maybe the echo's not dangerous, but maybe something else is," Sam said.
"You're right. All right, we need to get out of here, guys. Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Pack it up."
"Guys, time is running out!" Sam yelled.
"We're moving!"
"What about all of out equipment? What are we gonna…"
"Lot's of fun. Let's go," Dean moved her.
"We got more material," Harry tried to make us change our mind, "We got all kinds of stuff. We'll make you guys recurring guest stars."
"Wait! Wait!" Ed stopped everyone, "Where is Corbett."
We looked around, and of course he was nowhere to be seen. The geek with camouflage, as if it as going to protect him from ghosts was missing.
"Okay look, get these people out, and I'll go look for Corbett." I said.
Dean grabbed my arm before I could make my move, "Are you out of your damn mind?"
"No, I'm thinking clearly. It's better to get most of these people out of here and possibly get two stuck in here, then the hole gang getting trapped."
"That's not happening."
"You're leaving, Dean," I whispered, "I have got to learn to do things on my own now."
We stared into each other's eyes. And before Dean could respond there was a scream from another room. It was filled with anguish and terror.
"That was Corbett," Ed said.
"That was Corbett! Corbett!" Harry screamed.
"Corbett! It's okay!" Maggie screamed into the wind.
Ed, Harry, and Maggie ran upstairs, much to our protest.
"We'll get him!" Dean screamed, "Go back!"
"Guys! Shit," Sam muttered.
We ran up the stairs after them. They were easy to follow, due to their screaming for Corbett.
"No!" I heard Corbett scream.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Dean shouted to the others, "Come on!"
The big clock struck 12 o'clock midnight. The deep ring sounded eerily through the house.
"Corbett…he's not here. Let's go. Let's go." Sam waved.
"No. No. No. But that's Corbett. No, that was Corbett. Didn't you hear that?" Harry argued.
Dean didn't care, "Go, go, go, come on."
"Here we go. Here we go. Keep it moving. Keep it moving," Sam said.
"Corbett?" Ed called.
Sam looked over his shoulder and motioned to Dean, "Hey, hey, hey. Watch him. Watch him."
Dean thumped Harry with his flashlight, "Go. Go. Move. Move. Turn it off!"
12:04
I ran down stairs and tried opening the door. It was sealed from the outside. I tried a window, punching, throwing, doing everything I could to try and break the glass but it was useless we were trapped.
"We're trapped!"
"What?" Sam ran down stairs and did the same thing I did. It was no use. "Dammit."
"Oh, god, what's happened? Oh, god. He's gone. He just disappeared." Ed had his head in his hands.
"Okay, let's just go through all the angles. Let's go through all the cameras we have." Harry said.
While the other losers sulked in the big room, my brothers and I argued in the lobby.
I sat on the stairs and with my chin resting in my hands while my brothers fought.
"Well, it 12:04, Dean. You good? You happy?" Sam spat.
"Yeah, I am happy," Dean replied.
I rolled my eyes.
"'Let's go hunt the Morton house,' you said, 'it's our Grand Canyon.'" Sam repeated the words Dean must have used to convince him to come here so quickly.
"Sam, I don't want to hear this," Dean sighed.
"You got two months left, Dean. Instead, we're gonna die tonight," Sam picked up a chair and smashed it against the door.
"Whoa! What is the hell is going on guys?" Spruce came forward with his stupid camera.
"I'll tell you what's going on. Every door, every window, I'm guessing every exit out of this house - they're all sealed."
"But why—why are they sealed," Maggie stuttered.
"It's a supernatural lockdown, okay? Whatever took Corbett doesn't want us to leave, and it's no death echo. This is a bad mother, and it wants us scared." Dean explained.
"Or it just wants us," Maggie said.
The sound of an EMF detector went off. There were more camera interferences. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry sidle up to Maggie and secretly hold her hand. No was not the time for romance.
"Uh, guys. The camera is fritzing again," Spruce said.
"Whoa. Whoa. Guys, the EMF's starting to spike. This is a big one!" Ed exclaimed.
"Everybody stay close," Sam pulled me back behind him, "Something's coming."
All of a sudden, another apparition appeared. This was one was dressed in red neck clothing. He was heavier set with a beard and he looked scared.
"Whoa!" Everyone yelled
"Is this the same echo you guys saw earlier?" Dean asked.
"No, it's a different guy," Harry answered.
"Multiple echos?" I looked at Sam, "What the hell is going on?"
"Beats me."
Dean started to yell at the apparition, "Uh, hey, buddy! Hey! Hey! Wake up! You're dead! Hello!"
"What's he doing?" Harry asked.
"It's rare, but sometimes you can shock an echo out of its loop if you can talk to the part of the ghost that's still human, but usually you have to have some kind of connection to the deceased," Sam replied, watching Dean look stupid.
"Come on! Wake up! Be dead!" Dean yelled, only proving my point.
There was more camera interference. The ghost flickered and turned around.
"Snap out of it, buddy, huh? Come on, where we waiting for? You're gonzo! You're dead!"
Bright lights shined on the apparition. The sound a train horn approached, and then as if it was hit by the train, the apparition flew backwards.
"Where the hell did it go?" Harry yelled.
I looked at my brothers hoping they would know the answer to that question.
/
"Dude, there's no records of any of this here. No one got shot here. Obviously, no one got run over by a freaking train." Dean complained to Sam as we walked down the hallway. The rest followed.
"Stay close," Sam said to the others.
"Did the echos take Corbett?" Maggie asked.
"Yes," Dean said then changed his mind, "No. I don't know. We don't know what's doing what here; that's what we're trying to figure out, okay?"
"All right, stay close. Okay, look, um, death echoes are ghosts, okay? Now, ghosts - they usually haunt places where they lived or where they died."
"Except these mooks didn't live or die here," I reminded him.
"Right," Sam nodded.
"So, what are they doing here?" Maggie asked.
"Hey, give the lady a cigar," Dean smiled into her camera. He sighed when no one knew what he was talking about, "All right, seriously, does looking at this nightmare through that camera make you feel better or something? I mean..."
"Um...I, uh... Well, yeah. Uh, yeah. I think so."
"Oh."
We keep walking through the stupid house with my stupid brothers and these stupid nerds. Deer heads lined up the wall making the house even creepier. We entered another room that was full of stuffed animal heads on the walls and file cabinets.
Sam held up a broken frame with a certificate inside that he found on a broken table. "Freeman Daggett, house's last owner, officially commended for 20 years of fine service at the Gamble General Hospital."
"He was a doctor?" Dean asked.
"Janitor," Sam corrected.
"This looks like his den," I said, "When'd you say he died? '64?"
"Yeah, heart attack."
"Oh, come on, guys. This is ridiculous. I mean, how the hell is this supposed to find Corbett, huh? We should be digging up the friggin' floorboards right now." Ed yelled.
"Huh," Sam said, holding up some dusty pamphlet, ""Survival Under Atomic Attack." An optimist."
I flinched when I heard the loud BANG as Dean pries a safe open, and leafed through file boxes, "Crap. Crap. Taxidermy. Okay. You said Daggett was a hospital janitor?"
"Yeah."
"Ewww. Got three toe tags here - one, death by gunshots, train accident, and suicide."
"Ewww," Sam cringed as he understood.
"I hate when this happens," I said.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Well, that explains why all the death echoes are here. They're here because their bodies are here...somewhere in the house?"
"Daggett brought the remains home from the morgue. To 'play'." Dean said.
It took a few seconds but thing 1 and thing 2 finally understood, "Ewwwwww! Ugh!"
"That's nasty, dude," Spruce said.
"Harry. Harry, I got an 8.6 and climbing fast. Something huge is coming. Look. Something big is coming." Ed hit his friend.
"It's past 11 you guys," Harry said.
"What?" Dean's eyes went wide, "Nobody moved! Hold on. Hold on. Stay quiet."
In one second my hands turned really cold, there was more camera interference, and things seemed to get darker.
"It's really cold in here," Ed stated.
"Harry?" Maggie called.
"Dean," I said, "Where's Sam?"
Sam was nowhere to be seen. He was standing besides Dean and now, he was nowhere.
Dean looked around everywhere, "Sam!"
"Some kind of surge."
"Sam!" I shouted.
"Where'd he go?" Spruce asked.
"oh, no."
Dean found Sam's dropped flashlight and picked it up.
"Sam!"
/
We searched everywhere for Sammy. My throat was getting scratchy and dry by screaming for his name.
"Dean he is nowhere, I cant find him," I walked back up to him, running my hands through my hair and breathing heavily.
"Sh, it's fine we're going to find here. The house is sealed, he couldn't have gotten out," he laid a reassuring hand on the back of my shoulder.
Then, there was a lot of yelling and Maggie screaming. Dean ran to the source. Ed and Harry were fighting and Maggie tried to break it off, but Dean was better at it.
"What the fuck are you doing?! Cut it out! We're down by two people," He shook his head and walked away, "Sam! Sammy!"
"Dean what are you doing?" Harry asked after he settled his dispute with Ed.
"Okay, so Daggett was a cold war nut, okay? 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 commented.
"Yeah, a lonely life...A cold war life. He was scared. He was scared...he was scared."
"Scared of what? What? Dean, where are you going?"
I followed Dean to the basement door, knowing exactly where he was going with this. This guy was paranoid, and he knew what to do in every worst situation possible.
"Guys like Daggett back then, the ones who were really scared of the Russkies - they built bomb shelters. I'm guessing he's got one. I'll bet you it's in the basement. " I answered for him.
We started walking downstairs but the door slammed shut, cutting Spruce, Dean, and I, from the others.
"Whoa!"
"Whoa! That is not funny!"
"Um, who closed the door?" Spruce asked.
"It did," Dean answered, "It wants to separate us." Dean moved to talk to the others from the other side of the door, "Ed! Listen to me!"
"What?"
"There is some salt in my duffle. Make a circle and get inside."
"Inside?" Ed asked confused.
"That's stupid."
"Inside your duffle bag?"
I clenched my jaw. Dean rolled his eyes, "In the salt, you idiots!"
"Oh, okay. Yeah. Yeah."
/
"Can I ask you something?" Spruce asked from behind his stupid camera.
Now, was really not the time for questions. We were trying to find my brother, and his friend. I put my feelings aside and let Dean handle it because the question was directed to him.
"What?" Dean let him ask.
"Earlier, you guys were fighting, and Sam said you had two months left?"
Wow. He couldn't have picked any other subject.
Dean's jaw clenched, "Yeah, it's complicated. A while ago, Sam... No. No. No. I'm not gonna whine about my bitchy problems to some bitchy reality show. I'm gonna do my fucking job."
"Is it cancer?" He pestered.
"Shut up."
I rolled my eyes and heard a tiny crash and music come from somewhere in the basement, "Did you hear that?"
"Is that music?" Spruce asked.
"Yeah," Dean said, "It's coming from behind this wall." Dean pushed a cabinet away from the wall with his one hand.
"Wow, you're strong."
Dean responded by flicking a middle finger to the camera. Wow, we really are related.
Dean broke the door open that led to the bomb shelter. He brought his gun from his jeans and screamed, "Sam!" He shot the monster in front of him.
He fell to the ground, dead.
While Dean moved to untie Sam, I looked at the creepy ass surroundings.
The room was old, musty, and disturbing. There was a round table with dusty tea cups at each of the four chairs surrounding it. Corbett was sitting across from Sam, wearing a matching party hat as Sam. The only difference was there was a knife through his throat and his held was dropped, limped.
"Oh, god," Spruce whimpered. "Oh no, Corbett."
"What's this Daggett guy's problem, anyway?" I asked after Sam was able to bring himself back together.
"Loneliness," Sam answered.
"What, he's never heard of a Realdoll?"
Sam shook his head, "No, no, no, Daggett was the Norman Bates, stuff-your-mother kind of lonely. 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?" I asked with a grimace.
"'Cause he told me," Sam shrugged.
"Oh. yeah. Okay, so now that he's dead, what? Same song, different verse, trying to get people to come to his party?" Dean asked.
"Pretty much, yeah. Stay forever." Sam said while reloading his gun Dean gave him.
"Are those real bullets?" Spruce's voice shook.
Dean looked at him, "It's rock salt."
We moved back up the stairs to the basement door that shut on us. From behind me, I could feel Spruce's eyes staring at the back of my head. I shifted my weight from one leg to the other. I didn't want to blow up on the guy, he was actually nice and respectable, unlike that other one.
As Dean tried kicking down the door that was still keeping us separated from the others, Sam turned to Spruce, "Seriously? You're still shooting?"
I heard flickering come from his camera and he sighed, "Ah, hell guys," he looked up at us, "Get in your ghost-role thing. Something's coming."
Daggett appears behind Spruce and knocks him and his camera down to the ground. When he hits the floor, he groans and complains.
I ducked when Sam whipped out his gun, wasting no time to shoot the bullet. My heart actually stopped for a few seconds. Sam would have killed me if I didn't duck, and he didn't even seem to notice.
Daggett disappeared behind me.
I breathed hard from my crouched position. I looked at Dean who was looking at the back of Sam's head with wide eyes, probably thinking the same thing as I was.
Sam rushed down the stairs behind me and helped Spruce to his feet, "Take it easy, you all right?"
There was more camera interference and flickering. Then, the ghost Daggett, appeared behind Dean.
"Uh, guys…" Spruce said.
"Dean!" I screamed.
Daggett grabbed Dean by the shoulders and threw him to the other side of the room, did the same thing to me, and did it to Sam.
"This is bad—very bad."
"Would you shut up with your commentary!" I grunted from the floor.
A minute later, when I thought Daggett was going to kill Spruce, the ghost of Corbett appeared from behind Daggett and throws himself at it. They both disappeared in a blinding flash of light.
I picked myself up off the floor and helped Dean up next.
"You alright?" Spruce asked.
"God," Sam groaned.
Dean looked at the camera and covered the lens with his hand.
/
The Ghostfacers crew played the video back for us the next morning. At the end, all I could do was just stare at it as the credits rolled by.
"So guys, what do you think?" Ed asked. I glanced at my brothers and back at the screen. None of us answered, "Are you alright?"
After watching it all, it was obvious that the Ghostfacers crew still didn't understand the dangers of the supernatural world. Their camera work sucked, and the camera really does add ten pounds. I looked absolutely awful and right now that was all I could think about the video.
"You know, I could of think it was half-awesome," Dean admitted with a half smiled.
"Half-awesome?" Maggie asked, "That—that's full-on good, right?"
"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 coughed, "Well done."
"Is there anyway you can edit half my body weight off?" I asked. They laughed as if I was joking, "No, seriously."
"I think you look hot," Ed smirked. Dean sent him a death glare and he quickly frowned.
Sam quickly slipped something into a backpack under the table. I covered it with my legs.
"Yeah, it's a real tight rope you guys are walking there."
"Yeah, all right guys."
"Nah, that's reality, man. Yeah, Corbett gave his life searching for the truth, and it's our job over here to share it with the world." Ed gloated.
"Right. Well, um, our experience, you know what you get when you show the world the truth?" Sam asked.
"A straightjacket," I replied.
"Or a punch in the face," Dean added, "Sometimes both."
"Oh come on, guys, don't be 'facer haters just because we happen to have gotten the footage of the century."
"You got us there," Dean nodded.
"yeah."
"Seriously…about that weight thing." I said.
"Well we better get going,' Dean said after that, "See you guys around."
I sighed and reluctantly followed.
"Peace out," Spruce said.
We walked outside and I felt a small smile creep onto my face. I knew what Sam put in the bag, and honestly I had nothing to worry about when it came to my weight since the their camera was going to be wiped out.
"We clean?" Sam asked as soon as we got to the car.
As an answer, we heard one of the losers shout, "No! Are you kidding me?"
I smirked.
"Electromagnet wiped out every tape and hard drive that they have." Dean smirked as well.
Sam shrugged with a smile, "The world just isn't ready for the Ghostfacers."
"It's too bad," Dean paused before getting in the car, "I kinda liked the show."
"It had it's moments," Sam agreed.
I could only make a disgusted face in showing that I completely disagreed. My brothers shrugged and hopped into the car.
I fell asleep in the back seat, so I could avoid talking to Dean and Sam. I wasn't really mad at Sam, but his moves today scared me a little bit and I just needed time to breathe. I hope Dean and I make up soon, cause if we don't, he's gonna die thinking that I hate him, and I would never be able to live with myself.