Dean Winchester was haunted.

He fully and truly was. Ever since he and Sam had gone on a hunt in an old abandoned house and he picked up some old artifact -- he couldn't even tell what it was, he just thought it was cool -- he had been haunted.

The ghost had yet to show it's face.

It would taunt him, really. He'd put something in one spot, it'd end up in another. He'd have a beer and would set it down full and he'd pick it back up and it'd be completely empty. He'd make himself a burger and while he grabbed the pickles from the fridge, a bite would be taken out of it.

Yeah, needless to say, the ghost was really pissing him off.

He was in the bunker by himself one day, doing research for one of the new cases that Sam had picked up and he sat studying some of the books in the library, trying to figure out what kind of monster they were dealing with. It was something they had never dealt with before, which meant a lot of reading, which Dean was not very fond of.

It was quiet....until the sound of Baby's engine started. He immediately took off towards the garage.

When he burst through the door, expecting someone to be there messing with his car -- and there wasn't anyone, he let out a silent curse.

"Alright, Casper," he called out to the ghost, as he started to make his way through the garage, grabbing one of the iron rods they had by the garage door. "Enough's enough. You can mess with me, that's fine. But now you're messin' with my Baby? That's just not cool."

He slowly started to walk around the entire garage completely prepared to knock out a ghost if need be. And that was when he turned around to find them sitting on the hood of his car.

He expected an old man, something really creepy.

Not............someone who looked normal.

He definitely wasn't expecting them.

"Oh," he said as he made his way around, still holding up the iron rod. "So you're Casper the Douchey Ghost."