The Morton House

Dean had two months left, so he was on a roll to take on as many hunts he could.

He said this house was going to be your guys’ ‘Grand Canyon’. News flash: It wasn’t. You arrive on scene when you hear a group of trespassers with flashlights in hand. Sam and Dean waste no time acting as police officers to get them off the scene.

That is…until one of them recognizes Dean.

“W-Wait I know you.” A redhead bearded guy cuts in, “Yeah sure ya do. Give me some identification.” Dean says abruptly

The guy insists

“Yeah, ho—whoa, hold on a second. I know all you guys…yeah…” He says with a scoff, then you realize…it’s Ed.

“Holy shit…” You and Sam say in unison. Dean looks confused, “Uh, West Texas…the…the tulpa we had to take out. Those two goofballs who almost got us killed…the…?” Sam says

“Ghostfacers.” The man now known as Ed informs.

“Fuck me.” Dean grunts

“Okay well listen—you and Rambo, need to get your girlfriends and get outta here.” He says bluntly, Ed steps up boldly, “All right. Listen here chisel chest okay? We were here first—“

Dean turns to you, “Oh they were here first.” He says clearly unimpressed, Ed looks smug as if he’s accomplished something, then Dean shoves him back into a wall, “Oh god.” He squeaks, “Ed…” Dean starts, “….yes?” Dean continues, “Where’s your partner?”