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I went from saving Damon directly to the Winchester brothers. Dean only had a few days left now and I had promised him that I'd come and see him again. Instead of hanging out like normal people would, we decided to do one last hunt together. Once a year the old Morton House in Appleton Wisconsin became one of the most haunted places in all of America. According to the research Sam did before I showed up, tonight was said night.

"Are you sure about this?" I muttered from the backseat of Dean's Impala "I mean, 'one of the most haunted places'? That sounds a bit… poetic, doesn't it?"

Sam looked over his shoulder "The least we can do is check it out. And there are quite a few people who went missing there," he shrugged. With that said, he turned back to the passenger side window, shining his flashlight towards the Morton House before we drove off again. We still had things to prepare before we could go in.

About an hour later, we were about to enter the house when we saw lights inside "It seems as if we are not alone," I pointed out "Hunter, do you think?"

"Possibly," Dean muttered "But I doubt it. No one I know would make it this obvious… There's way too much light in there for a good Hunter." He pulled out his gun, handing me another one "We're going in as police. You'll need this."

I grumbled but took the weapon obediently, following the two boys into the house. They were carrying flashlights, while I was looking around the house cautiously. There was something in here… I could feel it coming out of the walls but it felt weird… sick.

"Freeze," Dean shouted, coming face to face with two of the people who were in here "Police officers! Don't move."

"Alright. Alright. Alright," Sam called "Take it easy, take it easy."

Dean shifted to stand in front of me "Let's see some identification."

"Come on," Sam nodded "Let's see some ID."

The younger one with the weird clothes handed his over "What – are we under – under arrest?" he stuttered.

"We are unarmed," the other man told us.

"Oh, God. Oh, God."

Dean looked at the ID and back up at the younger guy "Want to explain that weirdo outfit, Mr. Corbett?"

"I know you," the other man remarked, looking at us closely. My head snapped over to him and as soon as I recognized him, I couldn't stop the laughter.

Dean rolled his eyes "Yeah, sure you do. Give me some identification."

I snorted "No, Dean. Look at him. He really does know us…"

"Holy Shit," Sam muttered, making his brother blink at us in confusion "Uh, West Texas… the… the Tulpa we had to take out. Those two goofballs that almost got us killed… Hellhounds or something?"

Dean looked at Ed, I think his name was for a few seconds "Fuck me," he groaned.

"Yeah, we're not Hellhounds anymore, okay?" Ed spoke up in irritation "It didn't test that well."

"You don't say," I mocked with a sarcastic smile on my face. Some people should just stay out of the hunting life forever and he and his buddy were two of them.

"Ed, what's going on?" Corbett questioned quietly.

Ed turned to his new partner "They're not cops, buddy – No, not at all."

"Ed, Ed, you had a partner too, didn't you?" Dean mused, obviously trying to think back to the Tulpa incident "A different guy?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah," Ed nodded.

Dean rolled his eyes in annoyance "Is he around here somewhere?"

"He's running around, chasing ghosts," Ed smirked in victory.

I rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath "Or he's being chased by ghosts."

"Okay, well, listen," Dean started, talking slowly "You and Rambo need to get your girlfriends and get out of here."

The amateur Hunter didn't take too well to that apparently "Alright. Listen here, chisel chest, okay? We were here first. We've already set up base camp. We beat you."

Dean snorted, looking at Sam and me "They were here first." He grabbed the shirt of the idiot harshly "Ed… Where's your partner?"

"We'll show you," Corbett held up his hands in surrender.

"Fine," Dean nodded, letting go of the idiot. We started walking into the living room "What are you doing in the Morton House, Ed – on leap year – what are you thinking?"

Ed set his chin stubbornly, making my lips twitch. That guy really deserved the title of idiot more than anyone else. More than even Damon ever deserved it… "We're here to spend the night, okay? It's for our TV show."

"What?" Sam startled "Great. Perfect." I patted his shoulder and raised my finger to my lips in amusement. I had an idea but I couldn't tell them here. If I judged them right then we wouldn't be left alone by them the whole time we were here. After all, they were well aware that we could take care of ourselves better than they ever could.

Corbett nodded "Yeah, nobody's ever spent the night before."

"Uh, actually, yeah, they have," Dean rolled his eyes.

I shook my head "No, well, actually he is right." I pointed my finger at the younger man "If you add something to the sentence that is. Nobody's ever spent the night before and survived." I took the papers from Sam and leafed through them "Missing person reports going back around fifty years. John Graham stayed on a dare – gone. Julie Wilkerson – gone. There are dozens 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."

"These look legit," Ed mused, looking over my shoulder.

I threw down the papers and hit him over the head "That's because they are, you fucking idiot. You put everyone in this house in danger because of your stupid TV show. Is that really worth one of your friends dying?"

"How are you so sure that one of us is going to die? It could be you or one of them," Ed pointed out with a superior look.

Dean snorted "Yeah, right. Ray is more experienced than all of us put together multiplied by a hundred and Sammy and I really do know better than just to run around with flashlights. You are delusional if you think that this is going to end well."

Suddenly, we heard footsteps rushing down the stairs in a hurry before three more people burst into the room "Oh my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Guys. Guys. Oh, my God. We got one. Corbett. Corbett, we saw one. We saw one."

"Ge out of here," Ed shot back wide-eyed.

I exchanged a look with Sam and Dean. What are we supposed to do now? They won't listen to reason… The only thing we could do is make sure that all of them survive the night.

"It was a full apparition," Harry nodded excitedly "It was like a class four. It was a spectral illumination. It…"

The only girl of the group sighed contently "It was amazing."

It was then that Harry finally noticed us standing there "Hey, aren't those that assholes from Texas?"

"Yes," his partner nodded.

I rolled my eyes, already bored with the conversation "Where exactly did you see the ghost?"

"You gonna check it out?" Dean asked.

"Better now than later," I nodded, checking the gun that was full of salt-encrusted bullets "So?"

The girl frowned at me "What do you need that for?"

"Security," I shrugged "Second floor?" I tried again to get some sort of answer to my question. When they only stared at me again, I huffed "Fuck it. I'll see you later."

"Hey," Corbett shouted after me "You shouldn't go alone if there are real ghosts here."

I ignored him, sprinting up the stairs. Down in the living room, I could vaguely hear Dean telling the others that I knew what I was doing. Now, ghost… Not that I doubted them but it was almost impossible that they were this unscathed if there was a spirit here. I froze in my steps when I heard heavy breathing behind me "What are you doing here?" I hissed at the stupid kid who followed me up here.

"I… I just want to communicate with the restless spirits in here," he gave back with a small voice.

I groaned "No. Come on. Let's get you back to the others…" With a swift move, I pulled him behind me, shielding him from the tall ghostly figure that appeared a few feet away from me.

"Oh God," Corbett breathed when I cocked the gun and fired two shots into the spirit quickly. One in the head, the other in the heart. As soon as the salt touched it, he vanished. I grabbed the stunned boy's arm and dragged him down the stairs to the others.

With a shove, he landed on the floor in front of Ed "Can't you keep track of your idiots better?" I snarled at him "If I hadn't been up there your little friend would have died." To Sam and Dean, I said "We have a spirit up there. Not too violent but rather… mental."

Sam frowned "Spirit, are you sure? The footage they had was a death echo."

My eyebrows shot up in surprise "Spirit and death echo? That's a weird combination."

"Wait. Wait. Where's Corbett?" Ed cut in. I whirled around to look at the place the boy had been in before.

"Fuck, seriously?" I rubbed my hand over my face "Do you honestly care for him that little to let him run off twice?"

An anguished scream was heard, coming from upstairs "That was Corbett." Ed, Harry and the girl all ran upstairs with Sam and Dean shouting for them to stop. Dammit… Stupid, fucking idiots. Were they trying to die? I just saved the one guy from a spirit and the next second he goes running off again… I jogged up the stairs behind the others with only the cameraman following me behind. I should really ask for his name…

"Let me go," Corbett's voice sounded "Guys!"

"Corbett," Ed shouted, turning around in a circle "You need to come back, Corbett."

There was another scream when Dean finally had enough "Hey! Hey, come on." The screaming continued, finally fading away.

Sam sighed, looking at the group "Corbett's… He's not here. Let's go. Let's go."

"No. No. No. But that's Corbett. No, that was Corbett. Didn't you hear that?" Harry shouted.

The two Winchesters herded the group down to the living room again and I followed behind. I would make sure that the other four made it out alive, if they liked it or not. Over the millennia, I had helped a lot of humans but only rarely idiots who ran into stupid and dangerous situations without being properly equipped.

"Oh God, what happened?" I blinked at the one I had so cheerfully dubbed idiot back in Texas. They sure used my father's name often, didn't they? "Oh, God. He's gone. He just disappeared."

While they were going through the cameras, I walked over to Sam and Dean "Well, it's 12:04, Dean," Sam muttered "You good? You happy?"

"Yeah, I'm happy," Dean nodded, slinging an arm around my shoulders.

"'Let's go hunt the Morton house,' you said 'it's our Grand Canyon.'"

Dean sighed wearily "Sam, I don't want to hear this."

"You got days left, Dean, days. Instead, we're going to die tonight," the younger of the two hissed, picking up a chair. Sam smashed it against the sealed front door.

"Woah," the camera dude blinked "What the hell is going on guys?"

"I'll tell you what's going on," Sam bitched "Every door, every window, I'm guessing every exit out of this house – they're all sealed."

The girl paled "But w – why are they sealed?"

"It's a supernatural lockdown," Dean explained "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."

"Or it just wants us," the girl shot back.

The EMF went off at that moment "Uh, guys, the camera's frizzing again," the one with the camera remarked.

"Everybody, stay close," Sam commanded "There's something coming."

Another apparition appeared suddenly. I tilted my head. What the…?

"Is this the same echo you saw earlier?" Dean asked.

Harry shook his head "No, it's a different guy."

Dean blinked "Multiple echoes? What the hell's going on? Ray?"

I shrugged "I don't… know," I frowned. There was something I was missing again, wasn't there?

"Okay. Alright," Dean sighed, starting to yell at the apparition "Uh, hey, buddy! Hey. Hey. Wake up. You're dead. Hello?"

"What's he doing?" Harry muttered from behind me.

Sam half turned to him "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."

"Sammy, where are the missing person reports?" I spoke up suddenly, startling everyone with the sudden change in topic.

"On the table, I think," the younger Winchester gave back, watching his brother and the echo closely.

Since I was sure that no harm would come from the echo, I made my way over to the table, flicking through the pages again. There had to be the page Sam had on the previous owner… I knew that I had seen it before… But where?

"Where the hell did it go?" Harry yelled after the echo disappeared. Okay, since I doubt anyone got run over by a train inside this house… Bingo!

"Guys, I think I got something," I called to the other two Hunters.

Dean and Sam were at my side in seconds "What?"

I pointed to the picture of the previous owner who died "I've seen him before. He was the guy I shot earlier. It says here that he worked at… Gamble General Hospital… Oh, gross." The pieces clicked together and I grimaced in disgust.

"What?" Dean tilted his head.

"Oh, ew," Sam groaned when he came to the same conclusion I did.

Dean looked between the two of us "No, seriously, what?"

"He worked in a hospital, Dean," I explained "There are death echoes of people around who couldn't possibly have died here. What does that tell you?"

Realization spread across the older brother's face mixed with a healthy dose of disgust "Daggett brought the remains home from the morgue…"

The others shuddered when they too got the gist "Ew… Ugh."

The ringing of a phone startled everyone in the room, including me "Shit," I cursed, digging in my pocket "Sorry about that." I looked at the caller ID and rolled my eyes "Damon… I'm kind of in the middle of something here. And why the fuck are you calling me at… one in the morning?"

"Sorry, Ray," the vampire's voice filtered across the speakers "Just wanted to ask you whether you could come over by tomorrow evening. I'm planning on having a dinner party…"

I frowned "Why do you need me for that?"

"Please? Is it wrong to want to spend time with my friend?" he pleaded.

"No," I sighed "If things go okay I should arrive sometime tonight. I'm in Wisconsin at the moment."

I could practically hear the grin that stretched over his lips and I got a bit suspicious. What was he planning? It couldn't be anything good, can it? "Thanks, Ray. I'll see you." With that, he hung up and I sighed in exasperation. Knowing people was exhausting…

"Who was that?" Ed questioned curiously.

I shrugged "Why do you care? Damon's an old friend who needed my help recently. Apparently, that now gives him the right to call me whenever he damn well pleases."

"You don't mind," Sam noted.

"I really don't," I shook my head with a smile "Damon – he helped me through some things. It's only fair that I do the same."

The sound of the EMF brought us back to the subject at hand "Harry. Harry, I got an 8.6 and climbing fast," Ed called out "Something huge is coming. Look. Something big is coming." The cameras showed more interference again "It's past 11, you guys."

"What?" Dean snapped in surprise "Nobody move. Hold on. Stay quiet."

I suddenly felt a cold hand wrap around my throat and then I was gone from the room I've been in just a second ago. The hand dropped me onto the floor harshly and I saw that Daggett took Sammy as well.

"Corbett," Sam whispered, recognizing the boy through the darkness "Corbett. Hey."

"Sam?" Corbett's quiet voice reached my ears.

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

"Don't listen," an unfamiliar voice rang through the room as Daggett picked up a knife, positioning himself behind the younger man "It stops hurting, so don't worry."

Within a second, I had pulled my Blade out of my sleeve and had stabbed the ghost through the chin and up into his brain. The man had time for a short scream before he disappeared into a flash of light "You're safe," I muttered to the frightened Corbett, untying his hands gently "Are you hurt?"

The boy sniffled but shook his head "No," he whispered.

I smiled "Okay, stay here for a moment. I'll just help Sammy, okay?" A shaking hand reached out to grab my wrist "Shh," I soothed "You're fine." When he still didn't let go of me, I sighed and snapped my fingers, making Sam's restraints disappear "Come on," I encouraged the shocked young man "Can you get up?"

Corbett got up on shaky legs and almost fell down if it wasn't for me grasping him tightly. Thankfully I was strong enough to hold him up on my own… I assisted him through the door of the bomb shelter, following Sam up the stairs. No words were spoken as the traumatized boy stumbled along beside me. I couldn't blame him though… While he shouldn't have run off on his own, he had been simply ignorant of the consequences it could have had.

"Sam," Dean called out in relief when he spotted his younger brother "Thank God you are alright."

The camera dude who was with him gasped "Corbett."

"Spruce," the young man breathed, looking up at his friend.

"Come on," I sighed "Let's get the fuck out of here."

The reunion between Corbett and the others was quite tearfully and they were all glad that he was still alive. It wasn't until we were outside the Morton House that someone asked what happened to the spirit of Daggett.

I smirked at them "Well, let's just say that he's enjoying his time in Hell."

"But he was just lonely," Corbett murmured, looking at me with red-rimmed eyes.

"That didn't give him the right to start killing people," I corrected gently "Who knows. If he sees the error of his way, he might be allowed into Heaven in a while. It all depends on what's going to happen though. Listen, I should probably head out now… Dean…"

"I know," he smiled, pulling me into a strong hug.

"I'm so sorry that I can't help," I whispered, turning to look at Sam "You take care of yourself, yeah? If you need anything then call me. Oh, and keep wearing that charm. It's never wrong… Plus, it tells me when you're in trouble."

"Sure thing, Ray," the younger brother nodded, hugging me as well "You'll have to tell me how you made that though."

I snorted "Maybe I will soon." I leaned up and whispered my earlier plan about the 'TV show' into his ear. There was no way that we could let anyone know what happened out there. Even if they might think that it was all special effects. It was simply too dangerous. Before I turned away completely, I chanced a look at the group of five "Please at least be careful if you insist on fucking with things like these. If it hadn't been for Sam, Dean and me, you would have died tonight." Without waiting for an answer, I walked off into the woods, surrounding the house. As soon as I was out of sight, I flew to where I had parked my car. Damon was waiting…