The hunt had brought you, Dean, and Sam to Morton House - a place where the ghost of a janitor trapped people inside and kept their corpses as company. Creeping through a dim hallway, the beam of your flashlight bouncing off the peeling wallpaper, you suddenly heard voices up ahead.

“Damn it,” Dean muttered. He threw you and Sam a look before stepping forward. “Follow my lead.”

Before you could even react, Dean called out, “Freeze! Police officers - don’t move!”

The voices fell silent, and when you rounded the corner, you found yourselves facing a small group of terrified kids all holding handheld cameras.

“Are we under arrest?” one of them asked as Dean snatched an ID from his shaking hands.
“You wanna explain that outfit, mister…” Dean glanced at the name. “Corbett?”

Before the guy could answer, one of the others suddenly pointed at Sam and Dean. “Whoa, wait, I know you.”

Dean’s expression tightened. “Yeah, sure you do.”

“No, seriously! I know both of you guys…"

“Holy shit.” Sam cursed.

“What?” you and Dean asked at the same time.

“Dean,” Sam sighed, “West Texas. The Tulpa. These are the two goofballs that almost got us killed. Ed & Harry."

Realization hit Dean like a brick. “Fuck me.” He let out a long-suffering sigh.

Ed straightened, puffing out his chest. “Listen, we were here first.”

Dean turned to you with a smirk. “Oh, they were here first. Guess we should pack it up, huh, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, sure, let’s just leave them to handle a spirit on their own.” You teased.

“Right?” Dean chuckled. “They totally got this.”

Ed’s eyes flicked between you and Dean. “Wait, since when do you two run around with some girl? What, are you both dating her or something? Is it, like, a kinky thing?”

The smirk vanished from Dean’s face and without warning he grabbed Ed by the collar and shoved him against the wall.

“You got a death wish, Ed? ‘Cause I swear, you run your mouth like that again, and you’ll be begging for that ghost to take you away, just so I don’t get you first.”