Sam, Dean and Jenny were taking part in the trolley tour of a Hollywood studio, passing by movie and television sets. Jenny was smiling at all the views, silently hoping she'd meet or at least see a celebrity.

On a P.A, the tour guide was speaking with an overly enthusiastic smile. "First opened in 1927, the lot has been in continuous operation for eight decades."

"Hey, you know this is where they filmed "Creepshow"?" Dean asked the kid sitting next to him, grinning. The boy looked at him like he was a doofus, and said nothing. Dean's smile dropped, turning to Jenny, who sat next to him. "Kids a buzzkill." Jenny chuckled softly, shaking her head at him.

"Now, to the right, here is Stars Hollow." Jenny's brows rose, leaning forward in excitement. "It's the setting for the television series, Gilmore Girls.
And if we're lucky, we might even catch one of the show's stars."

Sam turned to Dean and Jenny, who sat behind him. He looked visibly uncomfortable, and Dean gave Sam a thumbs up.

"Come on." Sam spoke in a rushed time and Jenny frowned.

"What? But I want to see if Alexis is here!" She complained as Sam hopped off the trolley. Jenny groaned, getting off with Dean. "Now whose the real buzzkill?"

Dean grabbed Jenny's jacket, shaking her arm as he pointed excitedly. "Jenny, check it out, it's Matt Damon!"

Sam and Jenny looked the way Dean was pointing, frowning. "I'm pretty sure that's not Matt Damon." Sam said, Dean shaking his head.

"No, it is." He reassured himself.

"Well, Matt Damon just picked up a broom and started sweeping." Jenny laughed, Dean shooting her a glare as she covered her mouth.

"Yeah, well, he's probably researching a role or something." Dean shrugged, Jenny looking around.

"Ahhh, I don't think so." Sam pointed to a large building, starting to walk. "Hey, this way, uh, I think Stage 9 is over here."

"Come on, man, let's keep going this way." Dean took Jenny's hand, dragging her away from Sam.

"No, come on, we've gotta work." Dean stopped, sighing loudly at his brother. "Dude, you wanted to come to LA."

"Yeah, for a vacation. I mean, swimming pools and hanging with movie stars! Not to work." Dean complained, and Jenny nodded in agreement.

"But you were persistent on trying to find a case." She crossed her arms at Sam, who pressed his lips together, frowning.

"This seem like swimming pool weather to you, guys? I mean, it's practically Canadian." Jenny gave Sam a strange look, turning to Dean

"Yeah. I just figured that, you know, after everything that happened with ... Madison, y-you could use a little R-and-R, that's all." Jenny stepped awkwardly, Sam now even more uncomfortable than before.

"Well, maybe I wanna work, Dean. Maybe it keeps my mind off things." Sam shrugged, looking to Jenny, who was looking anywhere but them.

"Okay, okay, all right. So, this crew guy - what did he, he died on set?" Dean asked, Sam trying to recall what he read.

"Yeah, uh, rumors spreading like wildfire online. They're saying the set's haunted."

"Like "Poltergeist"?" Dean frowned, watching as Jenny's eyes widened.

"God I hope it's not a poltergeist." She mumbled, Sam nodding in agreement as Dean shook his head.

"No, no, no. Like, the movie "Poltergeist"." Sam shrugged. "You know nothing of your cultural heritage, do you? It was rumored that the set of "Poltergeist" was cursed. That they used real human bones as, uh, as props. And, like, at least three of the actors died in it."

"Well, yeah, it might be something like that."

"So you're saying you think this new movie is using real human bones?" Jenny raised a brow, both Sam and Dean ignoring her question. "Thanks for the answer." She glared.

"All right, so this crew guy - what's his name?" Dean asked as they neared the building, stopping in front of the door.

"Frank Jaffey."

"Frank Jaffey... does he have a death certificate or a coroner's report?" Jenny questioned, and Sam shook his head.

"Well, no. But, uh, it's LA, you know? It might not even be his real name. But the girl who found him, she said she saw something - a vanishing figure."

"What's the girl's name?"

"Uh, Tara Benchley?" Dean and Jenny suddenly grinned with a weird, fannish enthusiasm. Sam gave them an odd look.

"Tara Benchley? From "Fear dot Com" and "Ghost Ship", Tara Benchley?" Jenny grinned, clasping her hands together.

"You know her?"

"Dude Ghost Ship is the best horror movie! Well, next to All Saint's Day." Dean laughed, suddenly going into bis serious mode. "I mean— We... We are fans of her work." He cleared his throat as Jenny nodded, a serious look on her face as well.

"Yeah. Yeah definitely fans." She answered, attempting to play it cool. Dean and Jenny walked away, and Sam followed them, shaking his head.

———

Dean walked over to Jenny with a tray of smoothies, noticing that she had a clip board and headset on. "You the director now?" He joked as Jenny frowned, taking the headset off and rested it around her neck.

"Uh, no. They thought I was stage crew. Not really surprised. I probably shouldn't have worn a black shirt and skinny jeans to a film stage." Jenny looked down at her attire, then frowned at the smoothies. "Did they make you the errand boy?"

Dean looked at the smoothies, clearing his throat. "No... I uhm—" Jenny raised her brows at Dean struggling to make an excuse, resting the clipboard on her stomach. "I got these... for us." Dean took a pink smoothie out of the tray, handing it to Jenny.

"Right." She sipped it, grimacing at the taste. "The hell is this flavor?"

"I think they call it a Pink Panther." Dean smiled, and Jenny out the drink down.

"Well it's gross and I never want to taste it again. I've been walking around, I haven't felt any weird Jennifer Love-Hewitt go off in me yet." Dean clicked his tongue, looking around.

"I'm going to check the scaffolding. Maybe it's higher up." Jenny nodded, watching Dean leave as she headed further back, hoping to avoid an unnecessary job.

"Lights! All right, hold the noise, we're rolling!" The lights dimmed, Jenny looking around as she suddenly lost her ability to see, slowly walking over to set.

"Why don't we take it from, uh ... "Come on, it'll be fun." And, action!" The director, McG called as they started filming. Jenny's eyes fixated as Tara walked onto the stage, an open book in her hands.

"Come on, it'll be fun." She grinned, starting to read the book in very choppy Latin. Jenny's eyes widened as she recognized the bad pronunciation, backing away and to the food area.

"Cut!" The lights turned back on, Jenny nearly slamming right into Sam.

"Oh, there you are, beanstalk." Sam frowned at Jenny, following her towards the back at the Kraft services table.

A few minutes later, Dean joined the two. "So?" Sam raised his brows to his brother, who shook his head.

"No EMF anywhere."

"Great. So, what do you think?" Sam turned to Jenny, who gestured back to the stage.

"Tara was reading an actual summoning spell. But I can't remember what kind. I'd have to call Bobby, see if he can find the spell in one of his books."

"Wait.. They're using a Real spell?" Dean frowned, and Jenny did the same.

"We're you not paying attention to what I just said?" Dean glanced between Sam and his girlfriend, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Well, I think being a P.A. sucks. But ... the food these people get, are you kidding me? I mean look at these things." Dean picked up a tiny sandwich, handing one to Jenny before grabbing another. She frowned down at the sandwich and shrugged, taking a bite. "They're like miniature Philly cheesesteak sandwiches. They're delicious." He held another out to Sam, who shook his head as Dean took a huge bite.

"What'd you find out about the dead crew guy?" Sam kept giving Dean a weird look as he watched him devour the sandwich, clearing his throat.

"Uh ... Frank Jaffey was just filling in for the day. Nobody here knew him or where he lived or anything."

"Oh, great. So you both found out about as much as I did." Dean complained as Jenny shook her head.

"No. No I started—" Jenny cut herself short as Walter approached them, smiling.

"Hey, guys." He leaned in between the three, picking up a sandwich. "Don't mind me."

"That's all right." As Walter walked away, Dean lifted his sandwich up, smiling. "They're wonderful!" He turned back to Jenny. "What were you saying.

"I found some stuff about Stage 9's history." Sam and Dean raised their brows, intrigued. "Over the last eight decades, there have been four deaths. Two were suicides, and two were fatal incidents."

"Any one of those could be a vengeful spirit." Dean stated the obvious, Sam nodding.

"Yeah. We've just gotta narrow it down more."

Dean suddenly grinned as he noticed Tara walk onto set, nudging his girlfriend excitedly. "Jen. Jen it's Tara." Jenny turned around and her eyes bulged out of her head, slapping Dean's arm.

"Holy shit. Oh my God. Dean— Dean check my pulse." She whacked his hand, Dean shushing her as he himself tried to remain casual.

"We have to calm down. Breathe, Jenny." Jenny sucked in a breath, returning to normal as the two of them casually walked over to Tara. Dean grabbed a call sheet from one of the set workers as he walked by, the two nervously stepping up to Tara.

"Are you supposed to get one of these?" Tara looked up at the two, glancing between Jenny and Dean with a smile. "We... don't really know what we're doing."

"First day?" Tara chuckled, and Jenny nodded.

"Is it that obvious with the question?" She joked, Dean nodding.

"Yeah. Our big break, I guess. You know, I know it's ... really uncool to say this, but I–I'm a big fan— We— we are big fans. Loved you in Boogeyman." Dean grinned as Tara grimaced, shaking her head with a smile.

"Oh, God, what a terrible script. But thank you." She said as Jenny and Dean nodded.

"Yeah." There was a short pause, Dean clearing his throat. "You found him, right? The ... the dead guy?"

"Dean." Jenny warned, turning to Tara. "Sorry, we know you just found him recently. Probably don't even want to talk about it yet." Tara shook her head, chuckling softly.

"No, no, actually. It's – it's okay. Nobody around here really brings it up very much." Tara leaned closer, whispering "I think they're all scared I'm gonna have some kind of breakdown."

"That must have been awful. What happened?" Dean asked as Tara stood up straight again, sighing quietly.

"It was... horrible. There – there was all this blood coming from his eyes and from his mouth. And, uh... I saw this, um..." Tara trailed off, shaking her head in embarrassment.

"What did you see?" Jenny questioned, slowly grabbing another tiny sandwich.

"I saw this shape. To tell you the truth, I–I don't know actually, what I saw. I just know I saw it."

Walter walked up to the three, handing Tara a Snapple. "Here you go, Tara."

"Thanks, Walter." Tara popped open her Snapple as Walter nodded, walking away.

"Uhm– so, this, this crew guy, Frank - did you know him?" Jenny asked, Tara shaking in head.

"No, not that well."

"It's funny, it's like no one around here actually knew the guy." Dean nudged Jenny, who glanced to him as she was half-way through her bite of the sandwich.

"I've got his picture." Jenny and Dean's brows rose quickly.

"You do?" They asked, Jenny taking another bite of her sandwich.

Tara nodded, smiling at the two. "Yeah. I take Polaroids of all the crew. It's just one of those things you do to kill time on set." Jenny nodded in understanding, watching as Tara flipped through a binder until she found Frank's picture. "Um ... uhh ... right there."

Dean and Jenny peered closely at the photo, both  noticing something at the same time. "Oh boy." Jenny mumbled as Dean sighed in defeat

"Son of a bitch."