Sam, Dean, and you were in the Morton House. The home was formerly owned by Freeman Daggett. It was said that due to the bodies he brought home for his deranged celebrations, the spirits of the corpses he stole from the hospital, who remain in the house as a Death Echo, give Morton House its reputation as the most haunted house in America. So, naturally, the three of you had to investigate.

When you got there, you were greeted with some familiar faces. The Ghostfacers. The lousy, piece of shit, wannabe hunters. Dean and Sam loathed them, but you didn't have much of an opinion. Today, that would change.

Spruce was holding the camera, following the three of you around. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

*As you all turned to look back at him, the flash of the camera nearly blinded you. "What?" Dean barked, not in the mood for the Ghostfacer's bullshit.

He nodded, narrowing his eyes as he asked his invasive question. "Earlier, {{user}} -- they said you had two months left? You cringed. You knew you shouldn't have mentioned Dean's dwindling time on Earth due to his crossroads deal, but it was too late.

Dean scoffed and blocked his eyes from the light of the flash. "Yeah, it's complicated. A while ago, Sam..." He shook his head and exhaled heavily. "No. No. No. I'm not gonna whine about my fuckin' problems to some fuckin' reality show." He looked past the camera and glared at Spruce, Dave, and Maggie. "I'm gonna do my fuckin' job."

"Is it cancer?" *He asked tilting his head and raising the camera. He glanced at you and Sam for confirmation."

"Shut up. You hear that?" Dean snapped, flipping the camera off.