NOTE: This chapter includes references to the short Supernatural – Ghostfacers Meet Castiel. Because this wasn't in a Supernatural episode, if you haven't watched this, you may want to before reading this chapter.

At lunchtime, Dean excused himself from Melody and promised to return in an hour. She was having lunch with cast members so she wouldn't be alone during that time. On his way to the wardrobe area his ears perked up when he heard someone call his name.

"Oh, I might have known the Winchesters would be here," came the vaguely familiar voice from behind him.

Dean turned around and saw two men approaching. Not these guys! It was the two idiots that called themselves the Ghostfacers. What were their names? Harry and Ed? Dean groaned audibly, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Ed approached him first, "We might ask you the same question. You and your douchebag brother destroyed our tapes and stole our idea!"

"What are you talking about?" Dean growled at the shorter man.

This time Harry chimed in, "Really? You expect us to believe that you just happened to be named Sam and Dean and you just happen to hunt ghosts but that has nothing to do with this movie?! It was our idea to sell a ghost hunting show to Hollywood and you stole it. You wrote all those books and now they are making a movie out of them."

Ed leaned over his friend's shoulder, "Yeah, and you even used us in those books. Shouldn't you owe use money or something?"

"Exactly, for using our likeness, right Ed?"

Dean sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. What was he going to tell these guys? They knew who Sam and Dean really were. Damn it, some version of the truth looked like the only way out of this one. "Look guys," Dean lowered his voice to tell them, "We don't have anything to do with this movie. We are just here because there seems to be a haunting on the set and we don't want anyone else to get hurt, OK?"

Ed looked at Harry then back to Dean rolling his eyes, "Duh! What do you think we are doing here? We are Ghostfacers after all." Ed said this dramatically bringing his hand up over his face and drawing it down into a fist under his chin. What the hell was that, thought Dean, the secret Ghostfacer signal?

"Ever since you and Sam destroyed our life's work, we have been out here investigating every haunting we hear about. We still need to get another one on film."

"Listen," growled Dean, "you can't call us by our real names while we are here. We just want to destroy the vengeful spirit and get out of here."

When Dean arrived at Sam's wardrobe area with Ed and Harry in tow, he looked up and groaned loudly at the sight of the Ghostfacers, "What are they doing here?"

"You!" Ed approached Sam, "You're Carver Edlund, aren't you?"

Harry stepped in line by Ed, "You are an idea-stealer! We wanted to sell our paranormal investigation idea out here."

Sam looked helplessly at his brother who responded, "Scooby and Scrappy here are still trying to hunt down a vengeful spirit for their show. Guys, listen, this is dangerous work. You could get yourselves killed."

"Oh, for the love of Buffy," groaned Ed, "We are the professionals here. We do know the dangers." He gestured to Harry, who quickly pulled off his backpack and unzipped it, pulling out the contents one at a time. "Salt, Super Soaker filled with holy water, iron crowbar, EMF reader, and we even have salt rounds back at our headquarters. Good enough for you?"

Dean raised his eyebrows and nodded, OK, at least these guys came with some gear. "Listen guys, we can handle this one. Why don't you go back to your mom's basement so you can play your Dungeons and Dragons?"

"No way, we aren't leaving here without our footage," Harry insisted.

"Yeah," said Ed, "We don't play D&D. That's so lame. Try War Hammer?!"

Dean pulled his brother aside, "What the hell are we going to tell the Geek Squad over there? They know about us and the books."

Their conversation was interrupted, however, by screams from Ed and Harry, who ran to get behind the Winchesters as the room broke out in complete chaos.

Harry was pointing at the door yelling, "It's a TOSH! It's a TOSH!"

Dean growled, "What the hell?"

"A Trans-locating Opaque Spectral Humanoid!"

Ed was holding onto the back of Sam's jacket and Sam tried to shake him off. Castiel had entered the room and was looking 1000% done with this shit.

Ed squeaked, "We've seen him before, he said he's an angel."

Dean looked at him, "He is an angel."

"Technically," Castiel chimed in trying to be helpful, "I no longer have an angel's grace so in my current state I am something that can be perceived as closer to human."

Ed yelled, "When we saw him he talked about the apocalypse. Oh my God! It's the Apocolypse!" Harry picked up the Super Soaker and blasted Castiel in the face. Castiel, to his credit, barely flinched, just closed his eyes and spit out the water.

Sam snatched the toy from Harry's hands and yelled, "It's holy water! What do you think it's going to do to an angel besides get him wet?!"

Dean had officially had enough. "Alright every one calm the fuck down! He is a friend, not a TOSH! Yes, we were in those Supernatural books but we didn't write them! They were written by a prophet, who has now disappeared. We were just pawns in the world's biggest pissing match between angels and the devil to kickstart the Apocalypse. We managed to stop them, but now some asshat has decided to make a movie out of that mess because there are some sadistic mother fuckers who think that this Supernatural crap is entertaining! It's nothing but death and misery. Why would anyone want to watch that? We want nothing to do with it and we really just want to gank this damn spirit and get the hell away from this movie. Got it?"

The place went dead silent for about 30 seconds after Dean's tirade.

"So, you know this guy, and he's an angel but he's not here to start the apocalypse?" Ed managed.

"Relax, he's with us. He's one of the good guys." Dean told Ed, who was just gathering himself enough to let go of Sam's sleeve. "His name is Castiel. Cas, you know these guys?"

"Yes. It was written that they were to be witnesses to the apocalypse. It was my duty to inform them of the divine plan for them."

Harry looked put out, "Yeah? Well, all he did was shatter my Shatner!"

"My apologies for the broken picture."

Just then their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door as a pretty woman with dark hair came into the room. "Is this the right place to be for costume fitting?"

Dean's mouth hung open until he managed to breathe out, "It's… It's Dr. Ellen Piccolo."

"Who?" Sam asked.

"Come on, you can't tell me you don't remember Dr. Piccolo, Sam, you brilliant, brilliant coward. She's the sexy but earnest doctor who is in love with Dr. Sexy?"

The actress smiled, "Actually, It's Sophia Corbin. You must be a fan?"

Sam coughed and gestured to Dean, "He is. I'm more of a casual viewer."

Ed quipped, "He-Man here is a fan of Dr. Sexy? Isn't that chick show?"

"Shut it or I'll shatter a lot more than your Shatner!" Dean pointed at Ed.

The actress looked around at the group of men, the tension in the room was palpable. "Is this a bad time? I can come back."

"It's fine," said Sam, "these guys were just leaving. What is your role? I can get you started."

"I'm playing Anna Milton."

Sam grabbed a handful of clothes from her clothing rack and ushered her to the changing room before returning to the group of men, "Listen," he addressed the Ghostfacers, "we've got this. We don't want you to get hurt so we will take care of getting rid of this spirit."

"No way!" Harry held his ground. "We were here first and you owe us a ghost sighting! We're staying."

Sam realized that the only way to keep these idiots safe would be to keep an eye on them. He pulled Dean and Castiel aside, "Heckle and Jeckle here are going to get themselves killed unless we babysit them. As much as I hate to say it, I think we are going to have to keep them close, otherwise, they are going to go poking at this thing and causing more damage."

"Goddammit!" Dean was fuming but he knew that Sam had a point. The last thing they needed was to aggravate this spirit even more and he had no doubt that's exactly what these two would do. Turning back to Harry and Ed he told them, "OK, we'll let you help with the case but here's the deal, you do everything, and I mean everything, exactly as we say. Go it?"

"One second," said Ed, "I need to confer with my partner first." Pulling Harry to the side he whispered, "This could be our chance to get another one on film. If half the stuff in those books is true, then these guys will definitely have an encounter with the specter. They're like magnets for the supernatural. I say we get Maggie and the cameras and play along with them."

"I don't know. We are more of a Lone Wolf… that works on a team… of three… or four… or sometimes five. OK, fine! Whatever. But you deal with the grumpy one."

Ed turned back around to face the Winchesters, "We accept your terms. We will help you eliminate this spirit on the condition that we keep the cameras rolling."

"You put our faces in your film and it will be the last thing you do," Dean threatened.

"Got it," said Harry, "just film the spirit."

"Alright, listen. I have to get back to Melody. Sam, why don't you take Harry and interview the victims. Cas, you OK with taking Ed with you to the library and researching this set for violent deaths?"

Everyone agreed to the responsibilities. Dean sighed, there is just no way this was going to turn out well.