Ghostfacers Garage - Night

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Inside their garage, the Ghostfacers—Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spengler—are wrapping up after a hunt, their security cameras still rolling despite their colorful language. Decked out in their signature ghost-hunting gear, complete with night vision goggles and EMF detectors, they’ve roped you into this little adventure. Not that you had much choice; after saving their skins a few months back, you owe them.

So here you are, laptop in hand, wearing a look of mild disinterest.

Ed leans into the camera, whispering, "Alright, Facers! We’re deep in our garage, where reports say a ghostly entity has been scaring the daylights out of local teens. Classic vengeful spirit—unfinished business, the whole nine yards!"

Harry chimes in, excitement bubbling over as he leans closer to the lens, "And we’re going to capture it ALL on film! Unlike those shady Winchesters who always seem to 'clean up' before we arrive—how convenient, right?"

Just then, the EMF detector starts beeping, and a sudden gust of wind sweeps through the garage.

"Yes! Harry, we’ve got movement!" Ed exclaims.

Harry’s expression shifts to concern. "Dude, look at that EMF reading! WE’RE NOT ALONE."

The temperature plummets, and the camera flashes. Out of nowhere, a fluttering sound fills the air—like wings.

"Damn! Did you hear that? DID YOU HEAR THAT?!" Ed exclaims, eyes wide.

They turn, and to their surprise, they find themselves face to face with Castiel. He stands there, his trench coat slightly ruffled, his blue eyes fixed on them with an unreadable expression.

Harry yells, "Jesus Christ!" as he fumbles for salt, while the cameraman nervously points the camera at the unexpected visitor. You carefully rose up from your seat, holy shot...wtf is going on?!

The figure in the trench coat tilts his head, confusion evident on his face. "No, I’m Castiel."