Worst Case Scenario

"Dude, there's no records of any of this here. No one got shot here. Obviously no one got run over by a f***ing train." Dean was thinking aloud as the group meandered together in search of clues. Maggie started to veer left and Sam caught her immediately, "Stay close."

"Did the echoes take Corbett?" She asked. Dean was still thinking when he answered. "Yes—no! I don't know. We don't know what's doing what here. That's what we're trying to figure out, okay?" He was getting frustrated at the inconsistencies and you could tell he was almost hurting himself thinking that hard. Given the outburst earlier, you kept the snarky comments to yourself. Instead, you opted to be helpful. "Look, death echoes are ghosts. Now, ghosts tend to only haunt places near where they lived, or where they died. Clearly there's no train in this house, so it's safe to say these things didn't die here."

"So what are they doing here?" Asked Maggie as she turned the camera.

"Hey, give the lady a cigar." Dean interrupted. "All right, seriously, does looking at this nightmare through that camera make you feel better or something? I mean…"

She looked conflicted. "Um…I, uh." Maggie lowered the camera for a minute, only to scare herself and bring it right back up and watch through the tiny screen. "Oh yeah. Uh, yeah. I think so."

"Oh." Dean voiced, followed by a less than subtle facial expression.

You all entered a back room bearing only a green square rug in the center. The walls were littered with taxidermized bears, badgers, and Battlestar Galactica….okay maybe just those first two. You laughed internally at the reference and brightened your mood. With a newfound optimism, you, Sam, and Dean all began looking through the contents of the room. There was a small crash before you looked to see Sam holding a broken picture frame of some sort of certificate. "Freeman Daggett, house's last owner, officially commended for 20 years of fine service at the Gamble General Hospital."

"He's a doctor?" Dean asked.

"Janitor."

"This looks like his den." You thought for a moment. Okay. Typical middle aged man, enjoys taxidermy and takes pride in a low-end career…"When did you say he died?" You asked to connect some dots. "'64. Heart attack." 64…64….Your eyes darted to the boxes in the corner. C-rations. Army issued, practically a lifetime supply. Interesting. Probably a survivalist…

"Hello. Locked. Y/N, your assistance is needed." Dean called. You rolled your eyes at the interruption, but walked over happily enough to open the safe anyway. You had your ear to the door to trying to hear the correct combination when Ed walked up to you. "So, Y/N, you ghost hunt often?" You narrowed your eyes. Strike three. "Not going to happen." A dejected Ed walked off and began complaining, "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." He was ignored and Sam gave an audible, "Huh," right as you cracked the code. You swung open the safe but had one ear listening to Sam's discovery. "Survival under atomic attack. An optimist." You chuckled, but given the rations, it all fit the profile. Ten bucks says he's got a bomb shelter. Find it, find Corbett.

Looking inside the safe, there wasn't much to go on. A few documents that you'd leave for Sam, but what caught your eye was the second smaller lockbox inside. You lifted it out and brought it to the table where the boys were sleuthing. After opening the box with a wayward screwdriver, you looked up and noticed Harry pointing his flashlight directly in Dean's face. With the look Dean gave him, he was lucky to have kept the tool. You smirked, returning to your own discoveries. More documents were taken out and passed to Dean to read, "Crap. Crap. Taxidermy. Okay. You said Daggett was a hospital Janitor?"

"Yeah."

"Ewe. Got three toe tags here—" It clicked

….Disgusting….

"One, death by gunshots, train accident, and suicide." You curled your lip as Sam said aloud. "Ewe." Ed and Harry looked to the three of you perplexed. "What?" They questioned. You evaded first, "I'm not explaining it…" before walking away. Sam took over. "Well that explains why all the Death Echoes are here… They're here because their bodies are here…somewhere in the house." Blank stares responded. Dean intervened, "Daggett brought the remains home from the morgue… to play." There was a tense silence as Ed and Harry looked at each other. "Ewwwwwww!"

"Wait a minute…" Dean said. You looked around the room, noticing after him that there was one less body than before. You followed him out while Sam pursued elsewhere. Dean turned into one room and you took the opposite across the hall. You could hear Harry yelling outside the doorway, "Maggie? Maggie?"

"She's fine," Dean answered. You sighed and exited your room to meet them in the hallway. You heard the eccentric footsteps before Ed rounded the corner shouting, "Harry! I got an 8.6. Something big is coming!" Sam herded him and the rest of the group as they shuffled back into the den. "It's passed 11 you guys." Harry updated proudly. Dean seemed irritated as he shouted, "Nobody move! Hold on. Hold on. Stay quiet." You felt a small electrical current maneuver through the room before quickly fizzling out. "Does it feel colder in here?" Asked Maggie. You turned to her to answer when Dean shifted his flashlight quickly. "Sam?" Looking behind you to the corner where the giant had previously been, you found it empty….

"Sam?" You called out yourself, praying he had just moved. Dean walked over to the corner and crouched down to pick up the flashlight that his younger brother had been using…still lit. "Sam!"