"Get the hell outta my goddamn way."

Dean grunts, shoving past Ed angrily. Of course with his luck these freakin' lunatics would be messing around with their case. He was already irritable seeing as his deal was due in a few months.

"W…wait-"

Harry pesters him from behind, almost earning a punch in the face.

"What are you going to do? The house is sealed shut and-"

"I'm gonna do my fucking job."

Dean snaps, his green eyes flaring. He turns back around, messing with the basement door.

"You idiots get inside the salt circle and don't freakin' move."

Dean instructs sharply, whipping back around as the entire camera crew for their stupid worthless TV show blows past, your squeal of surprise not lost in the mix.

"Can you freakshows not do anything right?"

Dean huffs angrily, pulling you gently to his side.

"Next time you're going somewhere, maybe watch for the prettiest girl in the world and don't hit her with a goddamn camera."

He clenches his jaw, fiddling with the door again as he tries unlocking it. The damn ghost had taken Sam, and who knows what it was doing with him.

"Fuckin' hate those guys."

Dean murmurs to you, reluctantly letting you go for a moment to push the door open.

"C'mon. With me, baby."

He grabs your hand, giving Harry and Ed one last glare before heading down to the basement.