Hey, apologies for the super late update. I was ruled by uni work and then I kind of lost motivation to write. Hopefully that won't happen again. This chapter isn't my best, I just wanted to finish it. I now have plenty of fresh ideas for the next few chapters and I promise they'll be longer.

Chapter 7

Honestly, it was sick, bringing dead bodies home to well I don't even want to think what he used to do to them. Just looking at the content of the box made me shudder. I continued to shuffle through the various papers in the room, most of them faded and layered in dust. Things would go a lot easier if the ghost facers weren't here. They just had no clue what was going on, I was a hunting expert when compared to them. It was hassle, hassle that quite frankly none of us needed.

The tell-tale click of the EMF device soon put the fear back into everyone. The lights flickered and the ghost facers shouted each one of them thinking they could actually do something about it. I turned around sure I felt something but there was nothing there. Dean was franticly looking around for the spirit we were hunting.

"Sam? Sam!" Dean called out, "Sammy!" I knew what had happened as soon as Sam's name left his mouth; surely it couldn't get any worse.

"Sam," I joined the shouting, he was in serious trouble for disappearing even if it wasn't his fault, where the hell was he? "Dean," I pleaded now getting desperate. I didn't want to worry; I couldn't hunt properly if I worried.

"We'll find him," he squeezed my shoulder. I knew that Sam was tough enough to look after himself but that didn't stop me worrying. Stay calm, I told myself over and over again. Dean was right, we would find him.

I picked up a torch from the floor, it was Sam's, and pocketed my own, "Sam!" I shouted up the stairs. I knew he wouldn't answer but I had to try.

Dean picked something up but I couldn't see what it was. He didn't hand around as soon as he picked it up he dashed from the room. "Dean where are you going!" I shouted as everyone took off after him. The door swung shut behind him leaving us on the other side. So things could get worse. No Sam and no Dean.

"Ed listen to me, there's some salt in my duffle bag, make a circle and get inside," Dean called through the door. I could have done it but I was hardly paying attention, I was too busy trying to rattle through the jumbled thoughts in my head to find a way to locate Sam. I needed him. The ghost facer Ed picked his was through Dean's duffle bag looking for the salt. I stalked over and shoved him out of the way, I didn't have the time or patience for this, they needed to get in the circle and shut up.

With the salt circle made I pointed at the circle, "in," I barked to the ghost facers. Dean would find Sam there was just no way he wouldn't in the meantime I would keep my eye on these muppets and make sure they didn't do anything stupid. That was our job. I was the last to step into the salt circle and stood at the front with a new resolve not to such a girl. Until Dean returned with Sam I would have to be tough anything less than that and I'd be the spirits next victim.

Listening to the ghost facers I let my temporary harsh exterior soften as I eaves dropped on their lovey dovey little chat. I guess it takes the thought of impending doom before a person opens up to another.

I glanced at my watch, Sam had been missing for quite some time and I hadn't heard anything from Dean, no shouting actually no noise what so ever. My ears were strained trying to pick up a sign of life; I'd give Dean ten more minutes before I took off in search of both him and Sam. I jumped as the shotgun was yanked from my hands, "what the hell!" I spun round looking for the source of my distaste; one of the facers had taken my shotgun. Did they want an early death? I made a grab for it but he turned and fired it. I couldn't believe it, I'd been that wrapped up in my thoughts I hadn't seen the arrival of a spirit. School boy error. Needless to say I didn't congratulate whoever the boy was. He got lucky.

Another spirit appeared. On second glance I realised it wasn't a spirit, it was just another death echo. "That's Corbett," Ed said.

"The missing kid?" I gave the echo a second glance. Poor kid or rather poor kids, the facers left alive inside the salt circle weren't taking it well. Every one of the facers leapt from the circle despite my protests. I couldn't keep there; they were too worried about their friend. Not that there was a lot they could do about it. Taking pity on them I stepped from the circle and joined them in trying to snap Corbett from his constant loop. I had to admire their determination, I almost felt bad for cursing their inability earlier on.

"Come on guys, we should get back inside the circle," I commanded although none of them paid me any attention. They're attempts at trying to stop Corbett's death echo weren't working. If they stayed outside the circle any longer then they would be next. Call me cold hearted, I prefer practical, the reality of the situation was there was nothing that could be done. Thinking of their safety had to be the priority. I took my shot gun back and asked them again to get back in the circle. That would be the last time I asked nicely. Next time there'd be threats.

Ed was talking to Corbett directly, what he was saying seemed to be having some effect although it wasn't much but it was enough.

Corbett vanished with the blink of an eye catching everyone by surprise. I couldn't understand it. Ed's strange declaration of love must have worked. We stood there baffled, not quite understanding the silence. "Right, please back in the circle everyone," at least I said please. This time they obeyed and trudged back into the circle. I took my own advice and joined them.

I heard footsteps and tightened my grip on my gun. Turning to the source of the noise my heart was filled with relief. There stood in the door way were Sam and Dean. Forgetting about the circle and anything nasty that could grab us I flung myself into Sam's arms. I pulled away almost immediately as I realised we where we were. Sam was safe and that was the main thing, well except for the bloody nose and nasty cut on his fore head. "Are you alright?" I asked knowing full well that he would say he was even if he wasn't.

"I'm okay," Sam replied.

"Liar," I answered him. A bloody nose and cut forehead was not fine.

With the arrival of dawn we left the house. It was one thing about the job, it was nearly always dark. Why couldn't things that go bump in the night come out in the day? Our lives would be a lot easier.

We headed for the motel and all piled into the room that Sam and Dean shared. The ghost facers had headed back to wherever they lived. I didn't ask, it didn't concern me. I was content to think of them living in their parent's basement, I highly doubted they had some big flash ghost hunters lair.

Dean headed for a shower and I sat with Sam on his bead tending to the cut on his forehead. The blood had dried but it still needed cleaning. "You're a mess," I said as I unwrapped an antiseptic wipe.

"I'm fine, you do realise I could have patched myself up," Sam protested. It must be something to do with being a Winchester, they don't accept help easily.

"Shut up and let me play nurse," I dabbed at the cut with more force than I had intended just to prove a point.

"Ow!" Sam gasped.

"Oh man up," I sighed.

"Maybe if you didn't press so hard it wouldn't hurt as much," Sam moved his hand to my waist. Maybe he was trying to distract me so I wouldn't so rough. Nice try Sam.

"Well maybe if you didn't go and get yourself taken by a dead body loving dead man then we wouldn't be in this predicament," I answered back.

Sam sighed and surrendered. I finished up and disposed with everything. Sam had stripped his bloody shirt off and was sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Dean to finish up in the shower.

"Right my work here is done, I'm going to get a shower and change before we hit the road," I stood and stretched my tired aching muscles.

Sam stood up and met me across the room. He wrapped his arms around me pulling me against his bare chest, "Thanks for patching me up."

"Hmm," I replied, not trusting myself with other words, the feel of Sam's bare chest against my cheek proving to be quite distracting. Despite our hectic night and the impending exhaustion I still had enough energy to spend time with Sam.

Sam tilted my head up and I let myself be drawn in by the moment, eager to taste Sam's lips on my own, "Right showers free." The bathroom door banged open, putting an end to the moment. Brilliant. I swear, sometimes Dean does things deliberately. He didn't even apologise, he just stood their grinning.

"Dean, seriously?" Sam sighed with annoyance at his brother.

"I'll see you guys later, don't kill each other!" I left them to it, they were brewing for an argument, and them being tired made it ten times as likely.

After a long hot shower and a few hours' kip I found myself stood outside the motel, my bag by my feet, leaning against the Impala waiting for Sam and Dean. I must have waited for a good ten minutes before they emerged from their motel room. Dean climbed into the driver's seat with Sam in the passenger seat. I took up my usually seat in the back of the car and closed my eyes to continue my sleep.

"Why are we stopping here?" I was confused, having just woken up.

"The ghost facers want to show us the footage," Dean grinned.

"Really?" I asked sceptically. So this must be ghost facer HQ.

"Yeah and to thank them for all their hard work we've got them a little gift," Sam patted the bag on the seat next to him. Sam and Dean were up to something. I didn't ask, to be honest I was more than happy to stay out of their mischief. Instead I'd just enjoy the results. Maybe it would teach the ghost facers not to mess in the future.

We sat down in front of a collection of screens and watched the entire events of the previous evening. I was horrified. Despite the loss of their friend they were still exploiting the situation. Did they have no humanity?

"So guys what do you think?" Ed said as shut off the video, the boys looked at each other. Okay those two were definitely up to something.

"You know I kind of think it was half awesome," Sam said.

"Half awesome! That's full on good right?" Maggie cheered.

"Yeah, I mean it's a bizarre how you are able to honour Corbett's death whilst grossly exploiting his death. Well done," Sam continued. I was watching Sam very carefully, Dean was sneaky I'd probably never see if he did something. Sam on the other hand, I like to think I know him quite well so I'd be able to spot when he was doing something he shouldn't and I was right. He reached into the bag and hastily fiddled with something.

"Yeah that's a real type rope you guys are walking," Dean spoke up, drawing the attention away from Sam.

"Yeah alright guys," Sam said as he stood up, I took that as our cue to leave.

We stood at the door and said goodbye hoping never to see them again, Ed left us with a parting comment, "that's reality man, yeah." I tuned out everything else he said, was he serious? What they saw had been very little of the harsh reality actually out there. "And it is our job over here," he gestured to the other ghost facers, "to share with the world." If they showed this to the world they'd just get laughed out. When my family were killed they'd told me I hadn't seen a ghost. They put it down to stress; it was apparently my minds way of coping. Bullshit.

"Right well, err, in our experience you know what you get when you show the world the truth?" Sam said.

"A strait jacket or a punch in the face, sometimes both," Dean answered his brother.

"Come on guys, don't be facer haters because we happen to have got the footage of the century," I nearly snorted. Facer haters? Really?

"He got us there see you guys around," Dean was trying not to laugh. Sam and Dean were fighting smiles the entire way out to the car. I wanted to ask what they'd done but couldn't until we were safely out of ear shot and in the car. "We clean?" Dean asked.

I could hear shouting coming from inside. The Winchesters' took that as a yes.

"That's too bad I kind of liked the show," Dean was enjoying this way too much.

"It had its moments," Sam said before climbing into the car. Now I was getting slightly annoyed. They could have at least filled me in beforehand. I hated not knowing what they'd done.

"All right, I'll bite," I spoke up from the back seat, "what did you do?"

"Us? We didn't do anything," Dean innocently replied.

"Sam? Care to tell me," I had him, he would definitely tell me.

"We wiped their computers," he confessed. I didn't ask how, somehow it screamed complicated computer stuff, something that really wasn't my cup of tea.

"They are going too pissed," I laughed with the Winchesters' as we drove out of the town and back to the highway, planning to return to Bobby's. It was nice to laugh; everything had been too serious as of late.