Jenny, Sam and Dean walked up to a small house in a quiet neighborhood. Jenny had an annoyed look on her face as she stepped up to the door, knocking a few times.

"I knew we shouldn't have taken this case." She complained, shoving her hands in her pockets as a man answered the door. A man who looked exactly like Frank. "Gerard St. James?" Jenny raised her brows, and the man nodded.

"You're still alive. And you're not Frank Jaffey." Frank gave Sam a confused look, shaking his head.

"You were Desert Soldier Number Four in Metalstorm: The Destruction of Jared-Syn?" Jenny gave Dean a bothered look, and he shrugged.

"I was."

"I knew I recognized you. I am a huge fan." Dean chuckled as Gerard smiled. "I mean, your turn as a tractor crash victim in Critters 3—"

"Critters 3!" Gerard grinned, and Dean nodded. "Well, please, come in."

They enter the house while Gerard walked to the kitchen, coming back with a few cups of coffee. Jenny looked at the pictures lining the walls of the hallway. Most of them were Gerard in various costumes and movie sets.

"Yeah, it was the producers. They brought me up for the day to play Frank." Gerard explained as Jenny turned to him.

"Just to fake your death?" She asked, and he nodded.

"Well, rumors of a haunted film set, free publicity, especially when you're making a horror movie. I mean, uh, it's already all over the Internet." Sam quirked his brows, nodding.

"Yeah. We know."

"These days, it's all about new media, building buzz. They say I'm the new "lonelygirl"." Jenny sipped her coffee, confused.

"Whose been saying that?"

"And the ghost Tara saw?" Sam asked, Gerard sighed, laughing.

"Projected on a screen of diffusion." Jenny pressed her lips together in annoyance, shaking her head.

"Isn't that kind of cruel? Messing with their heads like that?" Dean questioned.

"Hey, I just play the part. I don't write the script. Speaking of, I'm playing Willy in a, in a dinner theater production of Salesman at Costa Mesa, all next month." Gerard handed Dean a flyer, smiling. "You get a free pepper steak with the coupon."

Dean laughed, turning back to his serious tone for a moment. "Now, wait a second. If you're, if you're seen in public, won't that ruin the hoax?"

Gerard scoffed, shaking his head. "Oh, please." He turned to Jenny. "Frank and Willy? Totally different characters."

"You know what? Thanks very much, Mr. St. James. It was just nagging at us, you know? But we're – we're very glad ... you know, you're alive and well." Sam spoke, forcing a smile as Gerard nodded.

"Absolutely." Dean spoke as Gerard shook the trio's hands. "Hey, I wanted to ask you... what was it like working with Richard Moll?" Sam gave his brother a strange look. "Metalstorm. He was Hurok, King of the Cyclops people."

"Gentlemen's gentleman." Dean raised his brows, happy to get the answer he hopes.

"Yeah?" He chuckled, then turned to Jenny, brandishing the coupon. "All right. Pepper steak." He grinned. Jenny turned to Gerard, smiling as she set the coffee she barely touched down.

"Well, thanks for your time, Mr. St. James. You have a nice day." Sam and Dean followed Jenny out the door.

"Okay. So the case is a fake. Let's enjoy our vacation." Jenny outstretched her arms to the world as Sam quickened his pace, standing to the side of Jenny.

"Wait wait wait. I thought you said the Latin Tara was reciting was real?" Jenny shrugged, thinking.

"Maybe it was all in my head. Oh well, now I can try and find Ryan Gosling. Which reminds me, Dean." Jenny turned around, Dean standing almost directly behind her. "We should watch The Notebook."

"Dean. Run." Sam warned, Dean frowning at his brother.

"What? It's just a movie." Sam's eyes widened, fearing for his brother, who shrugged, looking at Jenny. "We can watch it after making sure this isn't a case."

"Damn." Jenny grumbled.

———

Jenny, Sam and Dean were back in their motel room, Jenny on her laptop looking for anything to do in Hollywood. Sam was reading a book, Dean watching SpaceBalls with a large grin.

"Dean. Please. Turn it off. You've watched it four times this week." Sam complained, Dean turning ti his brother and pointed to the Tv.

"This is peak film, Sammy." Dean said as he turned to Jenny, who suddenly had a worried look on her face. "What?"

"Someone from Stage 9 killed themself yesterday during filming." Sam and Dean shared a look, both grabbing their jackets as Jenny did.

———

Jenny walked through the set wearing a headset and the same clipboard she carried the days before, still trying to find any link to something supernatural.

"Can we– Can we cut or something?" Tara said as Jenny approached Dean, McG nodding.

"Um... uh, yeah, cut. Cut!"

Dean, who was also wearing a headset. "That's a cut!" He yelled, Jenny jumping back as he echoed into her ear. Dean but into his taquito as McG turned to Jenny.

"Only I can say cut." Jenny gave McG a 'wtf' look before turning to Dean, who smiled at her. McG walked over to Tara, speaking incoherently to her.

"Being a P.A. is kinda fun." Dean grinned, and Jenny shrugged, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah. Except everyone around here thinks salt against ghosts is stupid." Dean chuckled, nodding as Sam walked up to them.

"Walter's a little testy for a P.A., huh?" Dean asked his brother, who ignored his question.

"How's it going in here?"

"Well, got a strange internal EMF feeling when I was fixing Tara's makeup." Jenny said as Sam raised a brow at her.

"You're the makeup artist?" Jenny grinned, nodding in confirmation.

"It is going really good, man. Tara's really stepped up her performance. I think it's probably from all the sense memory stuff she's drawing on." Dean complimented as Jenny frowned.

"He means the case, Dean." She corrected, and Dean silenced himself with a bite of his taquito.

"We don't even really work here. You know, I thought you hated being a P.A." Dean shuffled his feet awkwardly, shrugging.

"I don't know. It's not so bad. I kind of feel like part of the team, you know? It's good – Oh, taquito? They're wonderful."

"No. Umm.. Listen, I conned my way into the morgue." Jenny raised her brows at Sam. "News reports were right: Brad's a doornail, no question."

Jenny and Dean both pressed a button on their headset. "Copy that." They said at the same time, and Sam frowned at them. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Copy that"?" He repeated, and Jenny nodded.

"What did you say?" Dean asked, Sam going to continue.

"The news reports were right. Brad's a doornail-"

Jenny pressed her headset again. "Yeah, they're aware." Sam looked to her, still confused.

"Who's aware?" Jenny shook her head, gesturing for Sam to keep talking.

"Uh, uh ... uh. The newspaper's right: Brad's a doornail, no question about it."

"I guess it's a good thing we didn't skip town." Dean said, and Jenny sighed in defeat, nodding. "Oh, come here. I want you to hear something." Sam and Jenny followed Dean as he talked into his mic. "Copy that. On my way."

He lead Sam and Jenny to the sound guy, Dave, who was glaring at his computer. "Hey, Dave. Can you play them that thing you were playing me earlier?" Dave nodded, handing Sam a pair of headphones, which he held up for him and Jenny to listen to.

Jenny gave Dave a puzzled look as she and Sam listened to one of the scenes of the movie.

"Doesn't matter. We're not leaving til; we find Wendy and your sister.—" The audio was cut off midway by static, Sam and Jenny exchanging a look with Dean, who nodded.

———

"From the night of Brad's stage dive. All of a sudden, I'm getting electromagnetic readings up the wazoo. And now Jenny is having her weird psychic thing. For some reason, it's a legit haunting now." Dean sounded annoyed, and Sam frowned.

"Well, who's the ghost? What's it want?" Jenny shrugged at Sam question, unsure.

"I don't know. I think we should take a look at Brad's death scene." Dean suggested as the three exited Stage Nine.

Outside in the lot, Dean lead Sam and Jenny into one of the trailers. Once inside, Jenny pulled a DVD out of her pocket, walking to the TV.

"Hey, where'd you get this DVD?" Sam asked as Jenny turned to him.

"They're called dailies. I got it from Cindy." Jenny smiled as she popped the DVD into the TV. "She's kind of got this on-and-off thing going with Drew. He dubbed me an extra copy. I love movie set drama." Jenny grinned as Sam raised a brow at her.

The three watched the footage of the scene, complete with Brad's surprise entrance.

"All right, here's where the guy fell through the roof." Dean stated, falling quiet.

"They must have super-hearing." Mitch said on the tape, Jenny humming in amusement.

Suddenly, Brad fell through the ceiling of the set, hanging by a noose. Jenny's brows rose at the scene.

"Hey, wait, go back, go back." Jenny rewound the tale, Sam tapping the screen. "Right after. Right aft- yeah right. Wait. There."

Jenny paused the frame. On the screen, there was a completely different set and standing in the far corner of the set, was a ghostly white woman that had probable led Brad to his demiseZ

"It's like "Three Men and a Baby" all over again." Sam looked at Dean, confused. "Selleck, Danson, and Guttenberg. And... I don't know who played the baby."

"What's your point?" Sam asked his brother.

"There's a scene in the movie where people say that the, the camera caught a ghost on film. Apparently, in the background of one of the scenes, there was this boy that nobody remembers from set. Spirit photography." Dean explained as Jenny hummed, turning back to the computer.

Sam stared at the woman, frowning. "I think I've seen her before."

———

Sam looked around as he sat down with Dean at a table, who was talking into his headset. "Where's Jenny."

"With Tara. Makeup for the next scene."

———

Jenny fixed the fake blood on Tara's eyebrow, shaking her head. "I just don't see the use for salt in this movie, Jennifer." Tara frowned as Jenny looked at her through the mirror, shrugging.

"Salt is considered pure in a lot of cultures. Throwing it over your shoulder for good luck and such. That's why ghosts are repelled by it." Jenny explained. Tara laughed, watching her work.

"You seem to know more about ghosts than McG." Tara joked, and Jenny chuckled, nodding as she searched through the SFX makeup.

"You have no idea."

There was silence for a few moments before Tara started talking again. "So.. That P.A. Guy I keep seeing you with. Is he your boyfriend?" Jenny couldn't stop the smile that appeared in her face as she nodded. "He's a nice guy. You guys seem happy together from the short interactions I've seen."

"Yeah. Yeah, Dean and I are good. It's almost been a year."

"Do you guys know what you'll do? For your anniversary?" Tara asked as Jenny shook her head.

"I'm not sure we'll have time to do anything. It's a long story." Tara nodded in understanding, sighing quietly.

"Yeah I get it. I've never had time to go on any dates or have a boyfriend because of my work." She complained quietly as Jenny backed away, tilting her head to see if the makeup looked good.

"I think you're all set for your next scene." Jenny turned away for a moment, pressing her headset. "Yeah. She's here with me in her dressing room. Getting ready to film the next scene."

"There's something about you, Jenny. I can't really pin point it. But I'll figure it out." Tara smiled as Jenny laughed.

"Is that your detective skill kicking in?"

"Can't blame me. I was the lead detective in Call Back." The two shared another laugh as Tara stood up. "I'll see you later."

"See you." Jenny smiled as Tara left the room, and Sam and Dean were in a few minutes later. "Hey guys. Did you see Tara? I think I'm getting pretty good at this SFX Stuff."

"Elise Drummond—" Sam started, Jenny listening as she started cleaning up. "She was a starlet back in the thirties. Had an affair with a studio exec. He uses her up, fires her, leaves her destitute, so Elise hangs herself from Stage 9's rafters, right into a scene they're shooting."

"Just like our man, Brad." Dean stated the obvious as Jenny sighed, packing her makeup.

"It's a motive. And Brad's death matches hers exactly." Jenny turned back to the boys, leaning against the table as she crossed her arms.

"We're digging tonight, aren't we?"