Seeing Double
"So what's this guy Daggett's problem anyway?" Asked Spruce, visibly upset. "Loneliness." Sam answered simply. "What, he's never heard of a RealDoll?" quipped Dean. Someone's in better spirits…I'm gonna get whiplash from these mood swings. "No, no, no, Daggett was the Norman Bates, stuff-your-mother kind of lonely. That's why he lifted these bodies from the morgue, threw himself a birthday party. Except they were the only ones who would come. Anyway, so, at midnight, he sealed them in the bomb shelter and went upstairs and O.D.'d on horse tranqs."
"Healthy, and how do you know all this?" You wondered aloud.
"Cause he told me."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Okay, so now that he's dead, what? Same song, different verse, trying to get people to come to his party?" Dean jutted in.
"Pretty much, yeah. Stay forever." You sighed as Dean began to drop the empty shells of his sawed off and replace them with full ones. Spruce tapped you on the shoulder. "Are those real bullets?"
"It's rock salt." You answered. You could feel the temperature begin to drop again. With a revival rate that quick, Daggett's gotta be on the stronger end of the spectral spectrum. You readied your gun in one hand while holding a flashlight for Dean to break down the door in the other. Sam followed you with Spruce in tow. The taller Winchester turned to the cameraman, "Seriously—you're still shooting?"
"It makes him feel better. Don't ask." Dean answered for him. He wailed a crowbar into the basement door yet again, trying to break it open. "Ah, hell guys. Get in your 'ghost role' thing. Something's coming." Spruce announced. You cocked your gun and turned, only to see Freeman holding the cameraman in the air before throwing him a clear twenty feet back. Sam was still loading his gun, so you pushed him aside and ran down the steps to blow a hole directly into Daggett's chest. He vanished yet again. You looked to Spruce. "Take it easy. You alright?" He stood slightly shaking, but nodded. Looking down at his camera, he glanced back up at you. "Y/N!" You turned to find Daggett behind you this time. You didn't have time to shoot before he grabbed you by the back of the neck and slammed your head into a nearby sink. Your ears began to ring and your vision went blurry. You saw Daggett walk towards you, noticing Sam and Dean behind him, ready to shoot. "Duck…" You managed to mumble, as you blasted your last shot at his torso. He dissipated once again, just in time for the boys to move out of the way.
Daggett rematerialized quicker this time, heading straight for Spruce. "This is bad, very bad." He whined, paralyzed with fear. You tried to stand, but the blow to your head made it nearly impossible, especially as you were seeing double at the moment…or were you? You leaned against the wall and squinted, trying to force yourself into focusing. There's definitely two ghosts there… "Corbett?" You heard someone ask. Before anyone answered, the smaller of the specters lunged at the other. There was some sort of altercation before a blinding white light caused you to cover your eyes and fall back to the ground. In an instant, it and the ghosts were gone.
Spruce was the only one left standing, as the three of you had all been bludgeoned by some sort of furniture from Daggett. Glad I won't be the only one with brain damage. "You alright guys?" Asked the cameraman. A series of groans and grunts answered his question. The three of you managed to stand up and walk over to his camera, simultaneously pushing it to the ground, officially over your five minutes of fame.