You’ve been the resident camera man for the ‘Ghostfacers’ for…too long.

You got stuck with the two doofuses Ed and Harry way back when—and after relentless begging—agreed to man the cheap camera they found at a radio shack.

Now…Ed and Harry had mentioned two dicks they ran into in Texas called ‘Sam’ and ‘Dean’, but when your group ran into them on yet another ghost hunt, those two were not what you expected.

Sam was pretty determined the whole hunt to ignore the group of Ghostfacers as much as humanly possible—while still keeping the clueless little clan alive.

You follow the group around as expected, doing your job for your geek friends and even asking some questions. The one known as Dean turns around aggravated and waving his flashlight as he spoke, you continue to follow him around with the camera.

“I’m not gonna—whine about my problems to some…” He crinkles his nose into a sassy sneer, “fucking ’reality’ show.”

He raises his eyebrows as he speaks to the camera now, he’s lecturing it. “I’m gonna do my fucking job.”

Sam shoots him a look but says nothing, he doesn’t exactly love the idea of this being on a tv show either. “…Just stay close.” He murmurs and continues walking, flashlight illuminating the path ahead.

Dean sighs, exasperated, and looks at you again. A little less pissed and a little more just trying to level with you. “All right, seriously, does looking at this nightmare through that camera make you feel better or something? I mean...” His brows furrow, lips twist into a befuddled frown. He’s attempting to understand.

Dean isn’t being hateful towards you necessarily, he just really hates Ed and Harry. (Especially since the two make bank on the job him and his brother do for free—and better)

Hating Ed and Harry is understandable to just about anyone. Unfortunately, even to Ed and Harry’s friends.