"I don't like this, man."

Mac rolled his eyes and kept walking. "Don't start, Jack."

"What's not to like? At least we're all on this assignment together," Riley said in her very best placate-the-scaredy-cat voice.

"I didn't sign on for Ghostbusters!"

Riley snorted a laugh. "Ghostbusters? You're showing your age, old man. It's Buzzfeed Unsolved these days." She paused. "I can see it now. Jack and Ryan would be freaking out over in the corner, and Mac and Shane would be…"

Mac laughed, too, and called out, "Hey, demons. It's me, ya boi!"

"I don't know what you kids are even talkin' about," Jack grumbled. "But leave me out of anything with demons."

Mac punched him lightly on the arm in an attempt to lighten him up. "You mean the imaginary things that populate reruns of Scooby Doo?"

Jack gave him a funny look. "Yeah, those."

Mac rolled his eyes again and grinned at the trepidation his partner looked at him with. "Well, fortunately for you Waverly Hills just has ghosts."

Jack punched him back. "That's not even funny."

Riley laughed as the group started up the rolling hill that led to the main entrance. "It's a little funny."

Mac was about to explain exactly why it was in fact funny when all their phones chimed.

Ri pulled out her cell phone and checked the text. "I'd say it's a lot funny, but Boss Lady says there's a problem with the beacon on the package."

"Great." Mac pulled off his gloves and stuffed them in his coat so he could get his own phone out. He hit the call symbol next to the group message and turned on the speaker. "Matty, what's up?"

"Just the usual. You guys aren't even ten minutes into the actual mission and everything is already going off the rails."

One of Mac's blond eyebrows climbed involuntarily. He hadn't slept much since their last mission about a week ago. It had been busting up a drug ring up in NorCal way the hell out in the middle of nowhere and not only had it been a close call to get them and the families involved out in one piece, it had been spitting distance from Mission City.

Dreams of his mother's death, of his father leaving, of his grandfather's passing had all plagued him. He didn't have the patience for Matty being dramatic. "Care to elaborate? Or should I just start improvising based on what you've said so far?"

There was a pregnant pause. Before Matty could chew him a new one about his tone, Jack jumped in, "I think what Mac means there boss, is this was supposed to be easy. We're just picking up a briefcase for ya. Why it's in the middle of Terrortown, I'm still a little confused about, but…"

"It's hidden in the Waverly grounds because everyone thinks it's haunted, Dalton, so nobody should be around to disturb it before you guys could pick it up!"

"But?" Riley prompted.

"But the package has moved."

"How?" Jack asked nervously, at the same moment Mac asked, "Where?"

"The how, I can't say. The storm rolling in has obscured the satellite. The where is currently the third floor instead of near the entrance."

"Okay. So we can assume we aren't alone here."

"Or the ghosts have done it," Riley added.

Jack threw her a glare in the fading light. "You're lucky you're a girl."

"Or what?"

"Or he'd dead arm you," Mac replied, absently rubbing the spot on his bicep Jack had smacked on the plane when he'd made a similar joke. Then he realized he was doing so with his phone hand. "We'll proceed to the third floor right away and be back ASAP, Matty."

He almost ended the call when Matty stopped him. "There is one more thing, Blondie."

"Yes?"

"There's been a security breach at a certain black sight we all share an interest in."

Mac felt the color drain from his face and his mouth go dry. He tried to make himself ask the question, but couldn't quite get there.

Fortunately Jack asked for him. "Not Captain Crazypants?"

"It appears so. We're working on retrieving the escapees as we speak, but I'll feel better when I have eyes on you guys again anyway."

"Understood," Mac managed. He ended the call before the news could get any worse. "Alright, let's get this done."

He jogged up the imposing front steps, ignoring the looks of concern on Jack and Riley's faces. He heard them catching up even as he reached for the ornate door handle.

He didn't have a chance to open it. It swung open and he had to dance back out of the way. "What the—"

Two denim clad figures stepped outside, one about Jack's height and the other one impossibly tall. "Well, hey there cuz, Mac. How ya doin'?"

Mac felt his head swim for a second, then Jack squeezed his shoulder with a grounding reassuring pressure. "Fancy meeting you boys here," Jack drawled.

"I was just thinkin' the same thing," Dean Winchester replied right before Mac stumbled back down the steps to lose his in-flight meal in relative privacy.