CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
GHOSTFACERS.

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"I STILL DON'T get why we're even here."

Birdie softly sighed to herself, stealing a glance aside at Dean as she sat in the passenger seat of the Impala. She could see the annoyance on his features, Sam having been against them checking out the Morton House——a house that was said to take someone every leap year only to never be seen or heard from again. There were now only two months left until May——the day Dean's soul was set to be claimed and dragged straight to the depths of fiery Hell.

For the past few weeks, Sam, Dean and Birdie had searched for any possible way to save the oldest Winchester, but they hadn't had any luck. Professors, witches, and just about anyone else who might have known something about the paranormal didn't have any answers for them. Bobby was still searching through all of his books and calling everyone he knew, but it wasn't looking too good as the days passed without anyone finding anything.

"Maybe it'll be nothing," Birdie suggested with a shrug after a few moments of silence, glancing in the backseat where Sam was seated; he wasn't too happy about it, but Birdie had called shotgun and she didn't leave room for him to object.

"Then we're just wasting time by even being here," Sam firmly said.

Dean loudly sighed, looking at Sam through the rearview mirror as he drove closer towards a small clearing in the darkened woods where they could faintly make out the shape of the infamous Morton House. "Look, you said it yourself——the disappearances go back, what, half a century?"

"But Dean——"

"Sammy, I need this," Dean said, putting the car into park before glancing back at his little brother. "We all do, alright?"

Before Sam or Birdie could even respond, Dean was climbing out of the Impala and making his way towards the trunk to grab their things. Birdie pursed her lips as she turned to look back at Sam, seeing the obvious frustration and stress on his features. She didn't blame him; they had nothing and their hope was dwindling. "Come on. Let's. . .let's just work the case, and then we'll get back to findin' a way to save Dean."

"Birdie, he only has two months left," Sam stressed, a faint frown on his lips.

Birdie nodded. "I know, Sam. But maybe-maybe working a case won't be so bad. We've all just been goin' nonstop, constantly searching for ways to save him. This might give us a break."

"Hunting might give us a break?" Sam repeated, raising his brows at the younger woman.

Birdie pursed her lips together, giving him a firm look. "A break to focus on something else for a little while so we don't fry our brains from readin' the same thing over and over."

Sam didn't seem too keen on the idea still, but he exited the Impala along with Birdie. Dean handed a duffle bag to Sam when he stepped over with Birdie beside him, the woman already having her own bag thrown over her shoulder added she grabbed hers from the front seat. Birdie curiously glanced around, her eyes falling on the eerie house.

It was a white, two story house, the windows boarded up with some of them broken in. The front porch appeared to be falling apart, the stairs slightly rotted out and beginning to droop. A trespassing sign was hung near the front door, slightly crooked. Some bushes had started to trickle up the side of the house, twisted vines weaving their way through cracks and holes as the house continued to go unmaintained.

Birdie's eyes scanned over the upstairs windows, doing a double take when she saw a brief flash of light escape from one of the windows; which was followed by another flicker of light before it was gone just as fast as before.

"Uh, guys," Birdie slowly started, taking a few steps away from Baby, "I think someone's already inside."

"You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me," Dean grunted, quickly closing the trunk before he walked over to the woman.

"Are you sure?" Sam asked, following her gaze to see if he'd see a sign someone was in there, but he nor Dean saw anything out of the ordinary.

Birdie pursed her lips, whipping her head around to give Sam a look that asked if he was being serious. "Am I sure I just saw something strange in a creepy ass house?"

Sam glared as Dean smugly smirked next to him. Birdie turned to start heading towards the entrance with the boys beginning to follow her, suddenly halting when she realized she was forgetting something. She turned back towards the car, making Sam and Dean pause when she jogged in between them with an annoyed expression on her features, slowing to push her bag into Dean's chest for him to hold it. "What the fuck are you doin'?" Dean asked, frowning as his gaze followed Birdie, loosely gripping the woman's bag.

"I forgot my phone," she huffed, waving her hand at them as she stole a glance over her shoulder. "Just go on in. I'll be right behind you."

"I——"

"Some idiot could already be inside! I'll be fine!" Birdie said, tossing one of her hands out as she opened the passenger door, kneeling on the seat as she started to search for her phone.

Sam and Dean didn't want to go in without her, but with her waving them on, they headed up the front stairs and carefully entered the house after picking the lock. Birdie huffed as she glanced around in the darkness, eyes squinted as she searched for her phone. "Where the fuck could it be?" she grumbled to herself, moving some fast food bags out of the way in hopes they might've been covering it. But, it wasn't there. "What the fuck. . ."

Birdie shook her head, huffing as she climbed out of the car and slammed the door a fews minutes later; she'd just have to hope it's in there somewhere and look later. Then she turned on her heel, ignoring an eerie feeling that had suddenly washed over her as she hurried up the stairs to rejoin Sam and Dean. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a flashlight, flicking it on before heading inside.

She scrunched up her face, a foul scent immediately entering her nose as she entered the house.

It was dark inside, just barely any moonlight coming in through the boards that covered the windows. She could see some graffiti sprayed on the stained walls in a variety of colors, most of them just random symbols she hadn't seen before. The outdated wallpapers were peeling in certain places, holes in other places like someone had purposely torn it or put a hole a in the wall. Dust was everywhere, only a few spots clean where she could see some footprints; most likely Sam and Deans. Some furniture in a nearby room was filled with dead bugs, a giant spider web even visible from where Birdie stood in the doorway.

"Sam?" she called out, hearing some voices coming from the other end of the narrow hall. "Dean?"

"Yeah, we're not hellhounds anymore, okay?" An unfamiliar voice said, making her eyes widen and hurry towards it. "It didn't test that well."

"Ed, what's going on?"

"They're not cops, buddy——no, not at all."

"Sam——" Birdie halted in the doorway, groaning when a light was suddenly shined right in her face. She raised her hand, shooting the figure an annoyed look. "Hey, what the fuck? No flash photography, dude."

"Wait, who's the babe? Is she with you guys?" Birdie sharply narrowed her eyes, seeing two men standing in front of Sam and Dean. One of them was wearing glasses with a flashlight headband wrapped around his head, some stubble along his round jaw. The other one looked a little younger and had on a military-like outfit with a flashlight band around his head as well as he held what looked like a video camera.

"Who the fuck are these two?" Birdie asked, looking towards Sam and Dean who looked like they seemed to recognize them. "And is that a fucking camera?"

"Yeah, it is," Sam sighed, rolling his eyes. "They're the idiots who almost got us killed on that-that tulpa case——well, one of them is. I-I don't know the other one."

"Tulpa case. . ." Birdie turned towards the other two, looking between them in confusion. "The. . .it wasn't Ghost Adventures, was it?"

"Hellhounds," Sam corrected.

The one with the glasses huffed in annoyance, brows furrowed. "I said we're not called that anymore."

Birdie just blinked, sharing a silent look with Sam. He shook his head, puffing out his cheeks.

"Ed, Ed, you had a partner, too, didn't ya?" Dean asked, looking towards the one with glasses, Ed, with a smirk on his lips. "A different guy?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah," Ed answered.

"Is he around here somewhere?"

"He's runnin' around, chasing ghosts."

"Okay, well, listen, you and Rambo need to get your girlfriends and get out of here," Dean said, gesturing towards the other man.

Birdie furrowed her brows, leaning towards Sam. "You mean there's more of them?"

Sam huffed, faintly nodding his head. "Yeah, too many."

Ed laughed, taking a few steps closer to the Winchesters, making Birdie cock a brow in his direction. "All right. Listen here, chisel chest, okay?" Sam scrunched up his face, looking at the shorter man in disbelief. "We were here first. We've already set up base camp. We beat you."

Dean turned towards Sam and Birdie, slightly lowering his flashlight as he tilted his head. "They were here first."

Ed smugly hummed, thinking that that would somehow get them to leave. Suddenly Dean grabbed Ed by the shoulders, roughly slamming him against the wall behind him. Birdie raised her brows, one of the corners of her lips curling up into a smirk. "Oh, god." Ed groaned.

"Ed. . ." Dean slowly started, darkly glaring at the man as he tightened his grip on Ed's jacket.

"Yeah?"

"Where's your partner?"

Ed and the other boy led the Winchesters and Birdie towards their base, having set up in the living room. Apparently, they were filming the pilot episode of their ghost hunters tv show, Ghostfacers. The boy in the uniform——and still filming against Birdie and the boys' wishes——was named Corbett. The other members consisted of a cameraman, Kenny Spruce, Ed's adopted sister, Maggie Zeddmore, and Ed's best friend and other co-creator of the Ghostfacers, Harry Spangler.

"What are you doing in the Morton House, Ed, huh?" Dean asked as they entered the living room, Ed heading for a wooden table with two laptops placed on top along with some portable lights and a small cam recorder. "On leap year——what are you fucking thinking?"

"We're here to spend the night, okay? It's for our TV show," Ed firmly answered, giving Dean a glare.

"What?" Sam asked in disbelief, looking towards Birdie who had an uncertain look on her features; that wasn't the answer they were hoping for. "Great. Fucking perfect."

"Yeah, nobody's ever spent the night before," Corbett said, an excited smile on his face.

"Uh, actually, yeah, they have," Dean retorted, shooting Corbett and his camera a glare. Sam shined his flashlight around the living room, Birdie a little ways behind Dean checking out the other side of the room as she listened to their conversation. There was some more graffiti on the walls, piles and piles of dust on the floor as some wind that came in from some holes in the windows and caused some to spread across the rickety floorboards. An old bookshelf was against one of the far walls, just a few books still remaining with the pages crinkled and spines broken and bent. Birdie let out a sigh, stealing a glance over her shoulder at the "ghost hunters".

"Uh, we've never heard of them," Ed said.

"Yeah, you know why? 'Cause the ones that have, haven't lived to talk about it!"

"Oh, come on, I don't believe you," Ed said with a chuckle.

Birdie sharply turned her head, walking back over to stand off to the side of the table. "Did you or your friends even bother to do any fuckin' research before you came in here?"

Sam slammed his bag on the end of the table, opening it up to grab something from inside. "Look, missing-persons reports going back almost a half century," he said, pulling out a piece of paper and unfolding it to show it to Ed as proof. "Uh, John Graham stayed on a dare——gone. Julie Wilkerson——gone. There are a shit ton more. All of them came to just stay the night through, always on a leap year. The only body they ever found was the last owner, Freeman Daggett."

"These look legit," Ed said, looking through the missing persons pictures with a frown starting to appear on his lips.

"They are legit," Sam angrily replied, brows raised at Ed while Corbett focused his camera on the taller man. "Look, Ed, we ain't got much time here, buddy. Starting at midnight, your friends are going to die."

Suddenly the sound of heavy footsteps was heard behind them, rushing down the stairs and heading straight for them. Birdie reached for her gun as she whirled around to face them, both Sam and Dean turning to see who it was as well.

"Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god!" A man with black hair and a flashlight band on his head, Harry, shouted along with the other two individuals as they rushed into the room, appearing more excited than frightened. "Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Guys! Guys! Oh, my god! Oh, my god!" the man hurried around over to Corbett, excitedly shaking his shoulders. "We got one! Corbett! Corbett, we saw one! We saw one!"

"Get outta here!" Ed shouted in disbelief, seemingly forgetting that the three hunters were there in front of them. The black haired woman, who Birdie assumed was Maggie, came up to the other side of Ed, bending down to bring something up on one of the computers.

"It was a full apparition! It was like a class four. It was a spectral illumination! It. . ."

"It was amazing!"

The man with black hair suddenly noticed Sam and Dean, furrowing his brows in confusion as he pointed towards them. "Hey, aren't those the assholes from Texas? And who's the new girl?"

"Yes," Ed answered. Sam and Dean shared a silent look with each other, looking rather offended.

Birdie tried to hide her amused smile, but it suddenly fell when she saw the other man looking at her oddly along with the others. "I'm not an asshole. . .or from Texas. . .by choice," she said. But, then she realized she was still holding her gun, causing her to holster it where it belonged.

"All right, all right," Dean hastily interjected, growing increasingly frustrated with Ed and his friends, "Let's have this reunion across the street, guys."

"Shit. What are you guys doing here?" Harry asked, feeling dread rush through his body as he continued to look at the Winchesters and their lady friend.

"Come on, come on," Dean said, heading towards the door while motioning for them to follow him. The group just ignored him, most of them focusing on something Maggie had pulled up on the computer. "We'll get you ice cream, our treat. What do you say? Let's go."

"Yeah, I say no," Harry firmly denied.

"Look at this. Look, look, Ed." Maggie said, leaning up from the computer once she had certain footage pulled up. Sam held his hands out as he looked at Birdie and Dean, unsure how to convince the group to leave before it was too late. "Look at this. Okay, honest-to-god proof, all right?"

Birdie and the boys curiously rounded the table, watching the footage begin to play. A man in a checkered suit and hat could be seen near the edge of the screen, talking to someone across the room but they couldn't see who it was. Harry and Maggie were off to the side of the room in the clip, their eyes locked on the man. Dean tilted his head, brows knitting together. Birdie shifted, folding her arms over her chest as she peered over Maggie's shoulder.

"Are you kidding me?" Ed asked.

"Yeah. No, not kidding," Harry said.

"What kind of reading did we get?" Ed wondered.

"Uh, it was a 10.9."

"10.9?"

"Yeah, it was 10.9," Harry answered, pointing at the figure on the laptop just before it showed Harry and Maggie moving closer, but the figure didn't even seem fazed by their presence. "It was almost 11. I came out, and I was like, "what's going on?" And I was like——wait, watch this." Suddenly the figure stumbled back almost like he'd been shot, falling towards the ground. But, before his body could hit the ground, the footage flickered and he was gone, leaving Harry and Maggie standing there in disbelief.

"Oh! He got blasted," Ed said.

"It was crazy."

Sam nudged his head to the side, him, Dean and Birdie walking off to the side to talk amongst themselves near the staircase. Unknowingly, one of the group members, Spruce, silently followed them, still recording them on his camera as he stood near the living room entryway.

"Think we were off on this?" Sam quietly asked, looking between Dean and Birdie. "I mean, that was just a death echo."

"Yeah, but what's it doing here? Did anybody get shot here?" Dean wondered.

"No, not that me or Bird could find."

"What's a death echo?"

Birdie turned her head, anger sparking on her features when realizing they had an eavesdropper.

"Look, we got a problem here," Sam said, a dark look on his face as the man came closer, camera held high enough to get their faces. Birdie frowned, stepping to the side so she was partially hidden beside Sam's bigger frame. "That fuckin' ghost ain't it."

"What's a death echo?" Spruce repeated.

"Echoes are trapped in a loop, okay?" Dean explained, using his hand he spoke. Sam shined his flashlight upstairs, Birdie stealing glances around to make sure there wasn't anything about to jump out at them; she didn't particularly like the Hellhounds, or whatever the hell they were called, but she didn't want to see any of them get hurt either. "They keep replaying how they died over and over and over again, usually in the place where they were ganked. It's about as dangerous as a scary movie."

"So maybe the echo's not dangerous, but maybe somethin' else is," Sam said, heading back into the living room.

"You're right," Dean said. He and Birdie closely followed Sam, returning to the group. Birdie and the boys motioned them to leave, giving a few of them "encouraging nudges" towards the front door. "All right, we need to get out of here, guys. Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Pack it up."

"Guys, time is running out!" Sam said when they tried to protest.

"We're moving!" Dean shouted.

"What about all of our equipment?" Maggie wanted to know, a prominent frown etched on her lips. "What are we gonna. . ."

Birdie rolled her eyes, giving the girl an annoyed glare. "I'm sure you can buy new equipment."

"Lot's of fun. Let's go!"

"We got more material," Harry protested, looking at the Winchesters and Birdie in hopes that they'd let them stay. "We got all kinds of stuff. We'll make you guys recurring guest stars."

"Will we get paid?" Birdie wondered, raising a brow towards the man.

Harry blankly stared at her, thinking for a moment. "I do——"

"Wait! Wait!" Ed shouted as he finally stood in front of the front door, waving his hands to make everyone stop and look at him. "Where's Corbett?"

Realizing he wasn't there, Ed went to search for him, but Dean grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him back to stop him. "No man left behind," Ed firmly said. A scream was heard in the distance just moments later, causing the group to look towards the stairs as a tense silence fell on them, Maggie holding onto Harry's arm. "That was Corbett."

"That was Corbett! Corbett!" Harry shouted, quickly taking off up the stairs in the direction of the scream.

Maggie hastily followed after him, Ed right behind her. "Corbett! It's okay!"

"Guys, wait!" Birdie watched in horror as the group raced up the stairs without so much as a single thought to their own safety, her and the boys' protests going completely ignored.

"We'll get him! Go back!"

"Guys!" Sam shouted, but they continued, hurrying around a corner in hopes of saving their friend before it was too late. "Shit!"

The three hurried up the rickety old stairs, following the frantic voices of the group and Corbett's panicked shouting that sounded like it was coming from every direction somehow.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Come on," Dean said when they reached the group in one of the upstairs rooms. Corbett screamed again, causing everyone to still as it suddenly faded away. It was heard moments later, sounding like it was now coming from downstairs somehow.

"Corbett's. . .he's not here," Sam said. "Let's go. Let's go."

"No. No. No. But that's Corbett. No, that was Corbett!" Harry said as they were ushered out of the room and back towards the staircase. "Didn't you hear that?"

"Go, go, go, come on," Dean said, motioning for them to keep moving.

"Guys. Guys. Guys. He's that way," Sam said, hurrying back down the hall.

"Here we go. Keep it moving," Dean said, nudging the group along when Ed looked back. "Keep it moving!"

"Come on," Birdie said when the man who'd eavesdropped on the conversation turned to face her, going to aim the camera at her until she harshly swatted it away and gave him a nasty glare.

"Corbett?"

"Hey, hey, hey. Watch him," Sam said, gesturing towards Harry, "Watch him."

Dean thumped Harry with his flashlight, seeing him try to head back to search for Corbett. "Go. Go. Move. Move," Dean angrily shouted, annoyance on his face when the camera turned directly onto his face again. "Fucking turn it off!"

They returned to the group's base, the Ghostfacers trying to reel in the fact that one of their own had actually been taken. How could that have even happened? Corbett was with them just a few minutes ago.

"Oh, god, what's happened?" Ed quietly asked, leaning his hands on the table, a solemn look on his face. Maggie and Harry were in front of him, Maggie seated in front of one of the computers with Harry leaning in beside her. "Oh, god. He's gone. He just disappeared."

"Okay, let's just go through all the angles," Harry said. "Let's go through all the cameras we have."

Dean was attempting to open the front door, but it seemed to be locked. Birdie tried as well when Dean stepped away, but it wasn't working for her either; they were all locked inside the house. "Well, it's 12:04, Dean," Sam huffed, looking towards Dean with exasperation. "You good? You happy?"

"Yeah, I am happy," Dean sarcastically replied, sharply glaring at Sam.

Birdie heavily sighed, tilting her head at the boys. "Come on, guys. Now's not━━━"

"Let's go hunt the Morton house, you said," Sam said, mocking Dean as he ignored Birdie. "It's our Grand Canyon."

"Sam, I don't want to hear this," Dean said.

"Neither do I," Birdie said.

"You got two months left, Dean," Sam said, picking up a chair that was knocked over by the stairs, moving towards the door. "Instead, we're gonna fucking die tonight."

Then he smashed the chair against the door, causing it to break into dozens of pieces. Dean and Birdie flinched away, hastily lifting their arms up to make sure any of the pieces didn't hit them in the face.

"Whoa! What the hell is going on guys?" The group hurried over at the sound of the commotion, looking towards Sam with wide eyes after seeing what'd he'd done.

"I'll tell you what's goin' on," Sam harshly answered. "Every door, every window——I'm guessing every exit out of this house——they're all sealed."

"But w-why are they sealed?" Maggie asked.

"It's a supernatural lockdown, okay?" Dean said. "Whatever took Corbett doesn't want us to leave, and it's no death echo. This is a bad motherfucker, and it wants us fucking scared."

"Or it just wants us."

The sound of the EMF detector going off was heard coming from the living room, capturing their attention. "Uh, guys, the camera's fritzing again," Spruce announced, watching the camera footage glitch.

"Whoa. Whoa. Guys, the EMF's starting to spike," Ed said, looking at his EMF meter in his hand. In the living room, the cameras and computers started to glitch as well. Birdie felt her body tense, her grip on her flashlight tightening as she stood between Sam and Dean. "This is a big one!"

"Everybody, stay close. There's something coming," Sam said, his back to the group as he looked towards the stairs. He skeptically glanced aside, making sure that he was still able to see Dean and Birdie.

Spruce turned around, a surprised yell leaving his lips when an apparition appeared in the middle of the living room. Everyone turned, exclaiming in surprise when their eyes fell on the figure. "Whoa!"

"Is this the same echo you guys saw earlier?" Dean asked, flashlight pointed at the apparition. He appeared to be in his late 40's, slightly pudgy as he wore a tattered coat. He had some faint curls that were just barely noticeable, some strands stuck to his forehead as he seemed to sweat. He wobbled on his feet, staggering to the side like he was disoriented.

Harry shook his head, eyes widened at the figure. "No, it's a different guy."

"Multiple echoes?" Dean asked, looking at Sam and Birdie in confusion; he'd never heard of anything like that before. "What the fuck's going on?"

"Beats me," Sam said.

"I've never seen anything like it," Birdie said.

"Okay. All right. All right. All right," Dean said. Then he moved forward, making his way towards the apparition. "Uh, hey, buddy! Hey. Hey. Wake up. You're dead! Hello!"

The figure stumbled again, turning their head towards Dean, but he didn't seem fazed by the hunter. His body flickered for a moment, sunken eyes boring into Dean like he wasn't registering the fact Dean was actually there. "What's he doing?" Harry asked, turning towards Sam and Birdie. "What's he doing?"

"Uh, it's rare, but sometimes you can shock an echo out of its loop if you can talk to the part of the ghost that's still human," Sam explained, brows slightly furrowed as Dean continued to shout at the ghost. "But usually you have to have some kind of connection to the deceased."

"Come on! Wake up! Be dead! Huh?"

The apparition flickered again, turning around as a strange sound suddenly started to enter the room.

"You guys hear that?" Harry questioned, a hint of fear laced within his voice.

"What's that sound?" Ed wondered.

"Snap out of it, buddy! Come on, what are you waitin' for?" A bright light shined on the apparition and the sound of a horn approaching grew louder. "You're gonzo! You're fucking dead!"

A fearful expression suddenly appeared on the ghosts' features, the figure being tossed back as blood suddenly splattered on his clothes. Dean flinched away as Birdie gasped in horror, nearly knocking into Sam when she jumped. He instinctively moved his arm to catch her in case she started to fall. He quickly lowered his arm when she steadied herself, realizing the figure was nowhere in sight just as the sound of a train disappeared the same moment the ghost did.

"What the fuck was that?" Birdie whispered under her breath, stealing a glance towards Sam who looked just as stunned as she did.

"Where'd the hell did it go?" Harry demanded to know.

Dean looked around the living room with his flashlight, shaky breaths escaping his lips. Then he turned, silently looking towards Sam and Birdie. The Ghostfacers looked at them as well, wondering if they knew what was going on.

But, no one knew what the fuck was going on.

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"Dude, there's no records of any of this here. No one got shot here. Obviously, no one got run over by a fuckin' train."

The group followed Sam and Dean down the hallway of the second floor, none of them knowing why there were now two death echoes inside the house. Maggie was walking behind Dean next to Birdie, holding her own camera up to make sure she didn't miss a thing. Ed and Harry were all the way up in the front, Sam behind along with Spruce.

"Stay close," Sam said.

"Did the echoes take Corbett?" Maggie asked, panic obvious in her shaky voice.

"Yes. No. . .I don't fuckin' know," Dean answered, looking slightly annoyed when he saw the camera pointed at him again. "We don't know what's doing what here——that's what we're trying to figure out, okay?"

"All right, stay close," Sam firmly said, glancing towards the camera Spruce had aimed in his direction. "Okay, look, um, death echoes are ghosts, okay? Now, ghosts——they usually haunt places where they lived or where they died."

"Except these mooks didn't live or die here," Dean cut in.

"Right."

"So, what are they doing here?" Maggie asked, looking aside at Birdie.

Birdie shrugged. "I don't know, but we should probably figure it out."

"Hey, give the lady a cigar," Dean said, glancing over his shoulder at Maggie. Birdie moved forward some and ducked under a fallen board, Sam going after her as Dean paused to fully face Maggie. "All right, seriously, does looking at this nightmare through that camera make you feel better or something? I mean. . ."

"Um. . .I, uh. . ." Maggie stammered, looking away from the camera just to realize how dark everything around her was. "Well, yeah. Uh, yeah. I think so."

"Oh," Dean said, faintly nodding with a small smile on his lips, making a subtle face as he turned to follow the others.

They continued further down the hall, following Harry and Ed into a room that appeared to be an office of some sorts. There was a tattered deer head hung on one of the walls, a few more on the other walls, all of them covered with dust and spider webs that were a little too big for Birdie's liking. There was a worn filing cabinet in a far corner, stacks of papers and folders placed on top. A desk was in front of the boarded up window, books piled on top with some dust covering the wooden surface.

Sam rummaged through some of the papers that were placed on top of a filing cabinet, holding up a broken framed certificate. Spruce held the camera near Dean, the man looking into the camera with a brow raised as he paused his movements. "Freeman Daggett, house's last owner, officially commended for 20 years of fine service at the Gamble General Hospital."

"He was a doctor?" Dean wondered, looking away from the camera and towards Sam.

"Janitor," Sam answered.

"This looks like his den. When'd you say he died? '64?"

"Yeah," Birdie answered, faintly nodding her head in response. "He had a heart attack."

"What are these, c-rations?" Hearing Maggie's question, Birdie turned to look over her shoulder, spotting the woman shining her flashlight on a stack of boxed up food rations near the other side of the room.

"Yeah, army-issued, three squares like a lifetime supply," Dean answered, stepping over to examine the boxes.

"God, is that all he ate?"

"One-stop shopping."

Birdie picked up one of the cans as Harry stood a little ways off to the side, grimacing when she saw a spider on it. She hastily sat it back down on the shelf, doing a double take when she saw Harry was watching her. "What the fuck are you lookin' at?" she asked, raising a brow in his direction.

"Nothin', nothin'," he quickly replied, turning on his heel to walk in a different direction. Birdie snickered to herself, shaking her head as she moved towards the side.

"Hello, locked," Birdie heard Dean say, causing her to turn towards him. He was standing in front of a large safe on the other side of the room, a concentrated look on his face as he glanced around to try and find a way to open it up.

"Oh, come on, guys. This is ridiculous," Ed groaned, looking around at everyone. "I mean, how the hell is this supposed to find Corbett, huh? We should be digging up the friggin' floorboards right now."

Dean didn't respond, walking past Ed to continue inspecting the room where he found a rusty old crowbar leaning against a shelf. Birdie walked over to Sam when she saw him reading over something he'd found on top of a tote, seeing it was a pamphlet of some sort where other random papers were placed. "Huh. Survival Under Atomic Attack," he read, turning his head towards the younger woman. "An optimist."

A loud bang made Birdie jump, whipping her head around in the direction it came from. She huffed when she realized it was Dean, having managed to pry the safe open with the crowbar. Ed was to the right of him, trying to scan the safe with an EMF meter while Maggie filmed them from a few feet away.

Dean pulled out a metal box from the safe, stopping in his tracks when seeing Ed was trying to scan him with the EMF meter. Annoyance was obvious on his face, causing Ed to take a small step back. Dean nodded and then headed towards a table in the middle of the room, pushing some papers out of the way before setting the box down to check inside. Harry came over and stood on the other side by Ed, Maggie and Spruce filming from the side of Dean.

Sam was off to the side of Dean, eyes glimpsing over everything Dean was tossing on the table. Birdie curiously came up on the left, lips twisted as Dean continued to go through the box.

"Shit, shit," Dean said, leafing through boring pieces of paper that were folded up inside. Then he pulled out a small guide book for taxidermy, tossing it on the table. "Taxidermy. Okay. You said Daggett was a hospital janitor?"

"Yeah," Sam answered with a nod.

"Ewww. . ." Dean groaned with his nose scrunched up in disgust, pulling out three small, rectangular pieces of paper. "Got three toe tags here——one, death by gunshots, train accident, and suicide."

Birdie scrunched up her face for a moment, stealing a glance at Sam. He met her gaze, disgust appearing on their features as they realized what that meant at the same time. "Ewwwwww!"

"What?" Harry wanted to know.

Birdie gagged, shuddering. "Oh god, I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Well, that explains why all the death echoes are here," Sam said, softly sighing when it didn't seem like Ed and Harry were understanding. "They're here because their bodies are here. . .somewhere in the house."

Harry glanced aside as Ed furrowed his brows, wondering why the bodies would be there. Birdie shook her head, running a hand along the side of her face. 'And they really call themselves ghost experts?' she thought to herself. She glanced towards Spruce, her eyes scanning the room until she realized Maggie wasn't in the room anymore.

Her eyes widened, silently making her way towards the door to go and see if maybe she'd just stepped out of the room.

"Daggett brought the remains home from the morgue. . ." Dean said, looking towards Spruce's camera, both him and Sam not realizing Birdie had walked away. "To play."

Harry and Ed slowly looked at each other, suddenly understanding what Sam and Dean were saying. "Ewww! Ew." they both groaned, scrunching up their faces with absolute disgust.

"That's nasty, dude," Spruce said.

"Right."

Dean quickly looked up, suddenly noticing that both Birdie and Maggie were missing. "Wait a minute," he said. "Where's the girls?"

Birdie made her way down the hall, skeptically narrowing her eyes when she saw a flash of light escape from a closet of some sorts. She held up her own flashlight, cautiously peering into the room that was almost blocked by some fallen pieces of wood.

"Corbett," she heard a voice whisper. It was Maggie. Birdie let out a sigh, carefully moving through the clustered room. She heard a gasp, causing her head to snap over to see Maggie aiming the camera at a mirror where she could faintly make out her own reflection. "Okay, Maggie."

Birdie huffed, moving her head slightly when Maggie spun around at the sound of her footsteps. She gasped as Birdie winced, finding the light directly in her eyes with the camera just inches away from her face. "Shit, how about just a few steps back, okay?" she asked, lightly nudging the camera back some.

"Wait, I think there something's be——"

Birdie heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind her, making her eyes widened. She turned and raised her flashlight to swing, but her arm was grabbed before she could strike. Her eyes then fell on Dean, letting out a breath of relief. "What're you thinkin', huh?" he asked, letting go of her arm with an angered expression. "You about scared the shit outta me and Sam."

"I'm sorry," Birdie said, gesturing towards Maggie, "I wanted to make sure she was okay."

Dean just nodded, turning towards Maggie. "Closer to the herd, okay?"

"Maggie? Maggie?" Harry worriedly asked, trying to poke his head into the room to see the woman.

"Birdie?" Sam asked, nudging Harry out of the way to peer inside.

"They're both fine," Dean answered, leading the ladies back out into the hall.

Birdie squeezed back through the gap, giving Sam a small smile when seeing him standing off to the side with a concerned expression on his face. "Aw, were you worried about me?" she teased.

"Not the time, Bird," Dean said.

"No need to be jealous, Dean," Birdie huffed, rolling her eyes. "I was only kiddin'."

"Harry. Harry, I got an 8.6 and climbing fast," Ed announced, his EMF meter going off as he moved towards Ed to show him. "Something huge is coming. Look. Something big is coming."

"It's past 11, you guys," Harry said, seeing what time it was.

"What? Nobody move!" Dean sharply ordered. If something was coming, it meant it was coming for one of them. "Hold on. Hold on. Stay quiet."

Birdie twisted her lips as she felt her heart quicken, seeing some of their flashlights flicker. She stood beside Sam, biting her bottom lip as she tightly gripped her flashlight. Spruce was in front of them with the camera facing the opposite way, Harry and Ed in front and paying attention to the EMF, and Dean and Maggie off to the sides. Birdie sucked in a shaky breath, feeling Sam grab the sleeve of her jacket as if to keep her there or make sure she didn't get grabbed. She turned her head as a strange feeling washed over her, but then she felt Sam's grip suddenly lossen.

"It's really cold in here," Ed said.

Birdie turned her head towards Sam, frowning when Sam was no longer beside her. "Sam?" she called out, looking at everyone to see if he'd moved.

Dean looked over at Birdie, noticing Sam wasn't beside her anymore. "Sam?"

"Some kind of surge," Ed said, looking at the others.

"Sam?" Birdie said again, eyes frantically searching for the youngest Winchester. She glanced down at the ground, her lips falling open when seeing a flashlight on the floor. She bent down and picked it up just as Dean hurried over, slowly standing up with a sunken look in her eyes.

"Where'd he go?"

"Oh, no," Maggie whimpered.

Birdie held up the flashlight, her and Dean's eyes locking; it was certainly Sam's. Dean sucked in a deep breath, taking it from her hands as he faced forward with a sinking feeling settling deep inside himself. "SAM!"

He hurried out of the room, Birdie right behind him. The Ghostfacers were quick to follow the duos, cameras still rolling; obviously.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted.

"Corbett! Sam!" Ed hollered a few moments later, everyone searching for the two missing members of their groups.

"Yo, Corbett!"

"Corbett! Talk to us!"

Birdie frowned, staying directly beside Dean. "SAM!"

"Sam!"

"Corbett! Corbett!"

"Sam! Corbett!"

But sadly, neither Sam nor Corbett responded to their shouts no matter how many times the group called out for them. But, that didn't stop Birdie or Dean in the slightest.

Birdie turned down a hall, Dean right behind her as they checked both sides, pausing to look in rooms or make sure the other was simply still there. "Sam!" Birdie shouted, poking her head in what appeared to be a bathroom at one point, but it was too gross for her to tell so she didn't spend too much time looking inside.

"Sam!" Dean shouted in a room just a few feet away, feeling the uncomfortable sensation in his stomach worsen.

Birdie shook her head, leaning against the wall when Dean started to make his way back over to her. "Dean, where else could they be?" she quietly asked.

Dean let out a sigh, shaking his head as his eyes roamed the narrow hall. "I don't know," he quietly answered. "But we're gonna find them."

Birdie managed to give him a small smile, but it immediately fell when they heard shouting coming from the other side of the house. "Son of a bitch," Dean grumbled under his breath, both him and Birdie taking off in the direction it was coming from.

"Guys!" Spruce shouted.

"Get off Harry!"

Birdie and Dean rushed around the corner, spotting Harry and Ed fighting in an empty room, or doing something like a fight as they seemed to be holding each other as if in a hug but Ed was attempting to punch Harry.

Birdie curiously tilted her head as she came through the doorway, unsure if she should intervene with whatever they were doing. Dean just brushed past her, coming up to the two and angrily shoving them apart. "What the fuck are you doing?!" he demanded to know. "Cut this shit fucking out! We're down by two people."

Birdie saw Dean roll his eyes as he turned away, giving the Ghostfacers a look before she followed him. She didn't have time to babysit them and make sure they didn't keep fighting.

Corbett and Sam were missing and that needed to be their top priority.

Birdie peered over her shoulder as the Ghostfacers entered the office where she and Dean were, trying to find some clues as to where the ghost might've taken Sam and Corbett.

"What're you guys doing?" Harry wanted to know, the group rounding the table to see what the two were up to.

"Okay, so Daggett was a cold war nut, okay?" Dean said, combining through some things from the box he'd taken out of the safe earlier. "He was-he was an amateur taxidermist. He liked to slow dance with cadavers, and all he ate were c-rations, so what the fuck are we looking for?!"

"Horrible little life," Maggie breathed out.

"Yeah, a lonely life. . .a cold war life." Dean looked up, a thought striking him. "He was scared. He was scared. . .he was fucking scared!"

Birdie blinked in surprise as Dean suddenly took off, huffing in annoyance. "Little warning would be nice!"

"Scared of what? What?" Harry shouted after them. "Where are you guys going?"

"Wait, don't leave me in here, you guys," Maggie said, the group rushing out so no one was left behind. Birdie waited until the last one was out, wanting to make sure none of them would head off in the wrong direction and end up being the third one taken.

"Wait! Dean!"

Dean headed down the stairs, briefly looking back to make sure Birdie was there as well as the Ghostfacers. He frowned when he didn't see the woman, but then he saw her behind Maggie, faintly shaking his head in relief; he couldn't lose her, too.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Maggie exclaimed, their footsteps heavy as they descended down the stairs. "Where are you going?"

"Guys like Daggett back then——the ones who were really fuckin' scared of the Russkies——they built bomb shelters. I'm guessing he's got one," Dean answered, stopping in front of a rusty metal door. He turned the handle and opened it, stealing a glance at the others. "I'll bet you it's in the basement."

Dean took off down the steps, Spruce going in after him. Birdie brushed past Harry and Ed to follow, but suddenly the door slammed shut, cutting Dean and Spruce off from the others.

"Whoa!"

"Whoa! That is not funny!" Ed shouted.

"Dean!" Birdie shouted, trying to twist the handle, but it was now locked.

"Um, who closed the door?" Spruce asked from the other side.

"It did," Dean answered. "It wants to separate us."

"Motherfucker," Birdie huffed, clenching her eyes shut. "You mean I gotta babysit these ding-dongs?"

"We're standing right here, you know," Harry said.

Birdie just nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders, raising her brows. "Okay, and?"

"Bird, come on, focus!" Dean shouted from the other side. "Where's your bag?"

Birdie frowned, trying to think of where she put it. "Uh, in the living room, I think."

"You got salt, right?"

Birdie gasped, eyes widening. "Aw, fuck! That's what I forgot to pack."

"You forg——how the hell do you forget to pack salt?!"

"How the hell do you forget to put the toilet seat down——"

"Guys!" Ed hastily interjected, causing Birdie and Dean to quiet. "What do we do?"

"There's some salt in my duffle," Dean said. "Make a circle and get inside."

Ed and Harry scrunched their faces in confusion, sharing a questionable look with each other. "Inside?" Ed quietly repeated.

"That's stupid," Harry whispered.

Birdie's lips fell open, shaking her head in disbelief. Her eyes flickered over to Maggie, giving her a look. "Are you really sure you know what you're gettin' yourself into?"

But, before she could respond, Ed spoke again. "Inside your duffle bag?"

"In the salt, you fucking idiots!"

"Oh, okay," Ed breathed out, he and Harry finally understanding. "Yeah. Yeah."

Birdie rolled her eyes, pausing by the door. "You gonna be alright, Dean?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said, "You just worry about keepin' you guys safe. I'm gonna find Sam."

"Okay, be careful, Dean," she said.

"You, too, Bird," he said.

Birdie let out a sigh, turning on her heel to head towards the living room. Footsteps echoed behind her, but she paid no attention to the group as she kneeled beside Dean's bag and opened it. She quickly pulled out a large container of salt, ushering the others to hurry over.

She quickly poured the salt onto the floor, making sure the circle was big enough for them to fit inside. "Come on, get in," she urged, motioning for them to step over as she finished the salt circle. "Come on!"

Harry jumped over the line, standing close to Ed and Maggie. Birdie tossed the salt back into the duffle bag, searching inside for some salt rounds to load the shotgun with.

"Guys, guys, I don't want to die, okay, and I don't want you to die," Harry confessed to Ed and Maggie, eyes frantically looking between them.

"Harry, listen-listen to me, okay? If we don't die. . ." Ed started, breathing heavily as fear coursed through his entire body, "it's totally okay if you, uh, do my sister." Birdie sharply turned her head towards Ed, raising her brows when Maggie roughly pushed him. "Ow!"

"Nice," Maggie snapped. Maggie's camera glitched just a few moments later, the lights and computers on the table suddenly flickering. "Hey guys, hey guys, it's coming again."

Birdie's head snapped up, seeing that they were right. "Oh, god. Oh, okay," Ed said, turning towards Birdie. "Birdie, get in!"

Birdie grunted and quickly loaded the gun, cocking it just as her flashlight went out.

"Oh, god."

"Oh god, Birdie!"

Birdie headed towards the salt circle, but the lights flickered off and darkness filled the entire room. When the lamps and computers came back on, Birdie was gone with the shotgun now laying on the floor.

"Birdie?" Maggie called out, her and the others looking around the room for any sign of Birdie, but she was gone.

•❃°•°❀°•°❃•

"Birdie! Birdie!"

Birdie softly groaned, blinking a few times as she started to lift her head. Faint music could be heard coming from the left of her, almost sounding like Lesley Gore's It's My Party. She went to move her arm, but found that she couldn't for some reason. Her brows furrowed together in confusion, looking down to see rope tied around her torso, keeping her in place. "What the——"

"Birdie!"

Birdie lifted her head at the sound of her name, a gasp slipping past her lips when she saw Sam seated off the side of her. He was tied to a chair just like the one she was in, a dented party hat placed on his head at an awkward angle. There was some blood on his cheek almost like he'd been cut there, a trail of dried blood just below his nose. The music seemed to become louder, but Birdie ignored it as she looked towards Sam.

"Sam?" she quietly asked, turning her head to look and see where they were.

Her eyes widened, seeing multiple bodies sat at the table——each one still tied in a chair with party hats placed on their heads. There was an old cake in the middle of the table with some decorations on the table, empty plates placed in front of each body. Her gaze fell on the body directly across from Sam, her face falling when seeing it was Corbett. His eyes were still open, blood trailing from the wound in his neck and dripping down onto his clothes. "Oh no. . ."

"Where's Dean?" Sam asked.

Birdie frowned, shaking her head as she turned her head towards Sam. "He, uh, we got separated just a little bit ago. We were heading for the basement, but only Dean and Spruce made it before the door shut. . .Sam, what's going on?"

"It's a party," Sam huffed.

"A party?" she repeated, lips sourly twisted. "Some kind of party——I can't even dance."

"You will soon."

Birdie sharply turned her head, a shaky breath escaping when she saw Freeman Daggett appear. She gritted her teeth together, glancing towards Sam. The ghost was holding a knife in his hand, blood still wet on the end of it as he slowly made his way towards Sam. "I've been waiting for some more friends," Daggett said. Sam struggled against the ropes, grunting as he tried to loosen it. "I get lonely. But you're coming to my party, aren't you?"

"No, the RSVP's said we couldn't come," Birdie hatefully snapped, trying to wiggle one of her arms free. Freeman grunted at her snide comment, giving her a glare before moving behind Sam. Her eyes widened, shaking her head. "No, leave him alone."

"You'll stay a good, long time," Freeman said, grabbing the back of Sam's head to steady it as he lifted the knife. Sam grunted, clenching his jaw.

"No!" Birdie shouted, starting to breathe faster. "Please, don't!"

"Sam!" Birdie turned her head at the sound of Dean's voice, seeing him raise his gun as he came in from a large door, Spruce a few feet behind him.

Daggett snarled and headed towards the oldest Winchester, but Dean quickly fired his gun. Daggett disappeared, giving Dean time to rush over to Birdie. He quickly untied her, hastily moving over to Sam as the woman was able to slip one of her hands free undo the rest.

Birdie tossed the rope away from her and stood up, taking a few steps aside. Then she faced Sam and Dean, glancing over them to make sure they were both okay.

"Oh god," Spruce frowned as he saw all of the bodies, finally spotting Corbett's last. "Oh, no, Corbett."

"Come on, we gotta move," Dean said, guiding Sam towards the exit. Birdie let out a faint sigh and slipped out of the door with Spruce, pausing to wait for Sam and Dean so they could walk together.

They headed down a hall, heading towards the stairs. "What's this Daggett guy's problem anyway?" Spruce asked, pointing the camera towards Sam.

Sam winced at the light coming from the camera, lifting his hand for a moment. "Loneliness."

"What, he's never heard of a Real doll?" Dean asked.

"No, no, no, Daggett was the Norman Bates, stuff-your-mother kind of lonely," Sam said, the four coming to a stop in a room near the stairs. There were multiple shelves spread throughout the room, mostly used for storage. A washing machine and a dryer were in one of the corners, a half-empty bottle of soap placed on the dryer beside some folded up clothes. "I mean, that's why he lifted these bodies from the morgue, threw himself a birthday party, except they were the only ones who would come." Sam touched his eye, wincing slightly. Birdie frowned as he did so, hoping for Sam's sake that it would heal quickly. "Anyway, so, at midnight, he sealed them in the bomb shelter and went upstairs and o.d.'d on horse tranqs."

"How do you know this?" Dean asked.

"'Cause he told me."

"He told you that?" Birdie asked in surprise.

Sam nodded, breathing out a forced laugh; he was just as surprised as they were.

"Okay, so now that he's dead, what?" Dean asked. "Same song, different verse, trying to get people to come to his party?"

"Pretty much, yeah. Stay forever."

Dean emptied the gun cartridge, pulling out more bullets from his pocket. "Are those real bullets?" Spruce asked.

"It's rock salt," Dean sharply answered.

Birdie faintly shook her head and made her way up the stairs, turning the handle only to find it was still locked. She groaned and walked down a few steps, tilting her head towards the boys. "It's still locked," she said.

Dean huffed, shaking his head. He glanced aside, faintly nodding his head as he picked up a crowbar from a shelf near the stairs. "This outta work."

Birdie shrugged and moved aside to let him pass, her eyes following him as he stopped in front of the door. Sam walked up the steps and stopped beside Birdie, Spruce behind them.

Sam turned his head, annoyed when he saw Spruce holding up the camera. "Seriously? You're still shooting?"

"It makes him feel better," Dean said, preparing to hit the door again. "Don't ask."

He grunted with another hit, huffing as he tossed his head back. It still wasn't opening. Sam adjusted his grip on the shotgun, sharing a silent look with Birdie.

"Ah, hell, guys. Get in your ghost-role thing. Something's coming," Spruce announced, capturing their attention. He turned, letting out a shout when seeing Freeman was standing directly behind him.

"No!" Sam and Birdie shouted.

In a flash, Spruce was gone.

They quickly took off back into the depths of the dingy basement, Sam arriving first to find Spruce laid out on the floor. Daggett made his way towards the Ghostfacer, but Sam raised the shotgun and fired it.

Birdie came in next, heading towards Spruce to help him back onto his feet. Dean came in moments later, making sure Daggett wasn't around.

"Take it easy, alright?" Sam told Spruce, hurrying over to him with Dean.

Birdie puffed out her cheeks, wearily glancing around for any sign of Daggett.

"Uh, guys. . ." Spruce slowly said.

Birdie and the boys turned, seeing Daggett standing behind Birdie. She gasped as she tried to move away, but he roughly grabbed her by the shoulders and tossed her aside. Dean went to shoot the ghost, but Daggett roughly pushed him away.

"Shit!" Sam grunted when Daggett grabbed him, pushing him into some stacked boxes.

"This is bad, very bad," Spruce said.

Birdie whimpered as she sat up, panting as she used her arms to push herself up. She looked at Daggett, pausing when she saw a figure flicker in the corner.

Corbett suddenly appeared, staring straight at Daggett as he turned to face the other ghost.

"Corbett?" Spruce whispered.

Birdie sat up some more, watching in disbelief as Corbett rushed at Daggett with an angry shout escaping his lips. He grabbed hold of Daggett, their bodies flickering before a bright light enveloped the entire room. Birdie winced and quickly looked away, turning back when everything became quiet once again.

"You all right, dude?" Spruce asked Dean who was knocked against the bomb shelter door. Dean didn't respond, only grunting as he pushed himself onto his feet. Sam did the same, picking himself up off the floor in the opposite corner. "You all right?"

Birdie sat up some more, breathing out a forced laugh when Sam held his hand out to her. She slipped her hand into his without a second thought, hissing as he pulled her back onto her feet. "You okay?" he softly asked. 

"Yeah, I think," Birdie nodded.

Dean came over to them, turning when they saw Spruce off to the side——of course, he was still filming. Dean lifted his hand, covering the lens as a cue for Spruce to stop, or at least back off; surely they had more than enough footage by now.

The door to the Morton House opened, and Ed, Sam, Dean, Birdie, Harry and Maggie exited at dawn, ducking under a piece of wood that was still nailed over the door. Birdie breathed out a breath of relief as she felt the sun on her face, slowly making her way down the steps. Harry and Maggie paused to hug each other while Sam gave Ed his phone number on a scrap of paper.

Corbett grunted, rounding the back of the Ghostfacers van with a box of their equipment. "Come on, Spruce," he huffed, seeing the man was filming him, "I gotta get all this stuff packed up!"

"So, pack and talk!" Spruce said behind the camera.

"I don't know what to say," Corbett said, sitting in the back of the van as he put the equipment in a case to make sure it wouldn't get damaged.

"Say what comes to mind. This is one of our confessional moments, Corbett. So confess. What do you think's going to happen tonight? What do you think is going to happen on this trip?"

Corbett sighed, holding a cord as he faced Spruce and his camera. "I think tonight——I really do——I think all of our dreams are going to come true," he answered, putting the cord in the case before looking back at the camera again. "Does that sound stupid?"

"Kind of does, yeah."

Corbett chuckled, innocently shrugging.

In Memory of Alan J. Corbett, 1985-2009—-King of the Impossible.

Birdie gawked at the computer screen, Sam and Dean seated beside her as they watched the footage alongside the Ghostfacers who were standing behind them, beers in hand. It was just a few days after they'd visited the Morton House, Sam's face looking a little better as his wounds continued to heal. They didn't think they'd see the Ghostfacers again, but that morning Sam had gotten a call from Ed asking if they wanted to see the pilot episode before it was sent off to be aired. They weren't too excited, but they were interested in seeing how the Ghostfacers portrayed them.

"So, guys, what do you think?" Ed wondered. Dean bent his head forward, pressing hand to his head. Ed chuckled, noticing his movement. "Are you alright?"

"You know, I kinda think it was half-awesome," Dean answered.

"Half-awesome——that-that's full-on good, right?" Maggie replied.

"Yeah, um, I mean it's bizarre how you all are able to honor Corbett's memory while grossly exploiting the manner of his death," Sam replied. Dean shifted in his seat, slipping something into the bag below the table. "Well done."

"What about you, Bird?" Harry asked.

Birdie faintly shook her head, turning towards him. "I, uh. . .I'm-I'm. . .speechless."

Harry proudly smiled, thinking that was a good thing.

"Yeah. It's a real tight rope you guys are walking there."

"Yeah, all right guys." The three of them simultaneously stood up from the chairs, starting to make their way towards the door.

"Nah, that's reality, man," Ed said, causing the three to pause. "Yeah, Corbett gave his life searching for the truth, and it's our job over here to share it with the world." Maggie smugly nodded in agreement, Spruce and Ed nodding as well.

"Right. Well, um, our experience——you know what you get when you show the world the truth?" Sam asked, tilting his head.

"A straitjacket," Dean answered. "Or a punch in the face. Sometimes both."

"Right."

Birdie nodded in agreement, seeing that the group didn't seem to believe them. "It's true."

Harry scoffed. "Oh come on, guys, don't be 'facer haters just because we happen to have gotten the footage of the century."

"Oh yeah," Ed agreed.

"It's only the footage of the century because of your guest stars," Birdie retorted, folding her arms over her chest.

"You wish," Ed said, giving the woman a pointed look.

"You got us there," Dean said, making a face that both Sam and Birdie copied.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, well, we'll see you guys around," Dean said. They turned again, exiting the "Ghostfacers Headquarters".

"Peace out," Spruce said while Maggie saluted them.

Ed slowly headed over as they stepped out of the door, shutting the door behind them.

"Dicks," Harry scoffed.

"Oh yeah."

"Yep," Spruce said.

Maggie nodded. "Totally."

"Let's start laying off some DVDs," Spruce said, heading towards their equipment set up on the other side of the room.

Ed patted Spruce on the shoulder as he walked passed. "Sounds like a good idea, Spruce."

"You know guys, I think we're gonna need a bigger office here, you know?" Harry said. "Because we're going to go national, and then it's going to go international, and then——"

Ed found the bag Dean left under the table, picking it up. "Hey, Menudo left their dance bag behind." The others laughed, turning to look in Ed's direction. "What's inside, huh?"

Ed opened the bag and removed a large device from inside, tilting it in his hand as he tried to figure out what it was. Suddenly, their computers and tvs started to glitch as if something was interfering with them.

"Uh. . .seems to be having some technical difficulty over here," Spruce called out, headphones around his neck as he faced the others.

"Wait a minute." Harry sat his beer down, trying to pull their video back up on screen as it seemed they were starting to become erased. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait! No operating system found?! Wait a minute!"

"We clean?" Sam asked as they quickly approached the Impala.

Shouting was heard in the distance just seconds after Sam spoke. "Nooooooo! Are you kidding me?!"

Sam lightly chuckled, opening the passenger door of the Impala. Dean smirked, climbing into the driver's seat while Birdie clambered into the back with a cheerful smile decorating her plump lips.

"Electromagnet wiped out every tape and hard drive that they have," Dean said.

"The world just isn't ready for the Ghostfacers," Sam dramatically sighed.

"It's too bad," Dean said. "I kinda liked the show."

Sam chuckled, nodding for a moment. "It had its moments."

Dean made a face, nodding as well.

"Yeah, I don't know about that," Birdie said, sitting in the middle seat with her arms folded on the back of the front seat. "But they did have some pretty amazing guest stars."

"Damn straight," Dean said in agreement.

Sam let out a sigh as he got comfortable, Dean driving away from the house to make sure they were gone before the group decided to try and go after them. "So, now what?"

"I don't know," Dean answered, shrugging. He shifted in his seat, stealing a glance at Birdie. "What do you think, Bird?"

"I think we need food," she answered, a smile working its way onto her lips.

Sam and Dean chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, I think I could eat. What about you, Sammy?"

"I'm starvin'," Sam answered.

Dean smiled, pushing down on the gas pedal. "Biggerson's it is."

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Hello hello!! Since I'm pretty far into pre-writing act two, I'm really hoping to start publishing this chapters more consistently since I have all of act one done, but I'm editing each chapter before I publish them!

But hey, Birdie met the Ghostfacers!! I was really excited for this chapter and hopefully it wasn't too choppy and y'all could follow along!

Plus there's only five more chapters left of act one (I'm pretty sure)!!! And while I'm excited for y'all to see the rest of this act, I'm even more excited for you guys to see act two!!!!!

Anyways, please don't forget to leave your feedback in the comments and I hope y'all enjoyed!