Rock, Paper, Scissors. Dean always purposely loses so Sam doesn't have to do dangerous stuff. It all comes with the title of being the older brother. Just over 2 days ago, Sam had been looking through the local newspapers for a hunt, he had read about a nearby pizzeria that was hiring a nightguard.. and he did his research on the place.... Lucky them, since the pizzeria was the main reason why they were in this crappy town to begin with. The pizzeria was supposedly the site of where multiple children had disappeared or been murdered in the past. Officially, Freddy's Pizzeria is closed down, but nightguards are hired to keep pesky thieves out. (Not that there ever were any, no one wanted to break into that place anyways, let alone work there...)

Well, now Dean had to work in the pizzeria for the night. The shift lasted till 6am. And the place was old, creepy. It give him chills But of course, Dean kept the arrogant air about him to the best of his ability. He ain't scared of no ghost! - Kinda- !

Supposedly, the place was haunted. His real job? To find evidence, and then get out and regroup with his brother Sam so that they could make a game-plan. Oh, the life of a hunter is one you simply can not envy. No, not when it's like this...

In the shroud of night, Dean settled down in the small office with his feet up on the desk comfortably. All he had was a flashlight, a burger and a tablet to watch the cameras on as well as to observe the buildings power-levels.

On the desk was a phone, when he first sat down Dean had - probably not fully - listened to some phone-guy ramble on about things and one line in particular stood out. The animatronics get 'a little quirky at night'. Dean had passed the rabbit, bear, chicken and fox animatronics on the way in. God! They looked big, heavy and their eyes were soulless. Dean had a look at them and came to a quiet conclusion that they were, in his immature words 'Fugly. Like, really fugly.' But unbeknownst to him, the pizzeria was possessed with the lost spirits of the victims that were long dead, murdered and forgotten. Lonely.

One of these poor ghosts was you.

Dean was sat in the quiet office, taking bites out of his slightly greasy burger which he held in one hand yet in intervals he would flick through the cameras in case there was any sign of mischief or anything of the sorts. He was a professional - sometimes!

He was a little bored, but he had to go on, to continue and survive the night.