chapter twelve, act one
ghostfacers!

"I can't believe we're doing this." Dean said, walking into the small store at the gas station.

"It's a good case." Freya argued, holding the door before it closed on her.

"It's a myth." Dean corrected, walking down the aisles. Freya sighed, following him.

"Maybe. But I owe it to him." She said as her eyes scanned the products on the shelves. "Everything's been a mess lately, I didn't get to spend his birthday with him, my dad's disappeared again, and Carter..."

"Okay, I get it." Dean sighed, cutting her off. "But the Morton House, really?"

"He's been obsessed with that case for years now." Freya explained, smiling to herself at the look of concentration on Dean's face, as he was determined to find the chips Peter had asked for.

"Where did your father go anyway?" Dean asked, following her towards the candy shelves.

"God knows." She sighed. "I don't really care."

"Gee, I thought your relationship with your father was perfect."

"No, it's never been. I love him and I've always admired him, but... Carter was right. My father is an expert on the supernatural. I'm sure he knew about the anti-possession charms." Freya pointed out. "Before Carter attacked us, he started having nightmares, talking about demons, about the faces he saw in his dreams and the voices he heard in his head. And my father ignored him completely. So, it's complicated. My relationship with him is complicated. I didn't see it before, but, come on, abandoning your kids at Christmas? In December where it's not only the ultimate family holiday but also your youngest child's birthday? That's pretty twisted."

"Yeah, but he's your father." Dean said.

"That doesn't make it right." Freya assured. "You of all people should understand."

Dean frowned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked.

"Come on, Dean. Your father wasn't the perfect example of good parenting either." Freya answered, looking over the candies.

"My father did his best." Dean answered defensively, but Freya didn't seem to notice the tone in his voice.

"Really?" She raised her eyebrows, turning around to face him. It was there that she realized she was touching on a sensitive subject. Dean's look exhibited unease as well as conflict. As if one part of him knew Freya was right but the other one was fighting to defend all of John Winchester's actions. "Forget it. I'm rambling." Freya tried to fix, turning her gaze back to the candy shelves.

With the wheels still turning on his head, Dean reached his hand out to grab what she was looking for.

"Oh. Thanks." Freya smiled as she held the packet of lollipops he handed to her. She then lifted her gaze to meet his green eyes, but Dean merely nodded as he walked past her.

The tension between them was not only due to the conversation about their fathers. Since their encounter under the sheets their relationship had become a constant push and pull. They exchanged touches, caresses, kisses and even shared a bed every now and then when they slept. But they did all that with several words left unsaid. With their feelings still hidden behind the walls of protection they both put up around themselves and their hearts.

After Dean paid for everything they grabbed, they walked back to the Impala in a tense silence. That distance between them did not go unnoticed by Sam and Peter as they watched them get back into the car.

Peter smiled as he caught the chips Dean tossed toward the back seats, happy to see that he had found his favorite.

"Okay, let's get this over with." Dean sighed, starting the car.

Something that none of them expected, and that annoyed Dean even more, was to find out that at the Morton House there was already a group of 'ghost hunters' trying to make a name for themselves by filming a real live ghost. They needed the place empty for the hunt, so the Winchester brothers and Freya grabbed their fake badges and entered the place with Peter following close behind.

"Freeze! police officers! don't move!" Dean yelled as they spotted two figures at the end of the hallway.

Like two frightened kids, those two figures began to scream in fear. Freya rolled her eyes as they approached them.

"All right. All right. All right. Take it easy, take it easy." Sam tried to calm them down.

"Let's see some identification." Dean spoke in a commanding voice.

"Come on. Let's see some I.D."

They nodded quickly, clutching their cameras as they pulled out their wallets to show their ID cards.

"What—are we under arrest?" One of them asked.

"We are unarmed." His friend said.

"Oh, god. Oh, god."

"Hey, hey. Relax, okay?" Freya told them as she looked to their IDs.

"Hey. Wait. I know you." The one with glasses said.

"Yeah, sure you do." Dean scoffed.

"Yeah. Whoa, hold on a second. I know both of you, guys. Yeah." He insisted, pointing his camera at Sam and Dean.

"What?" His friend turned towards him.

"Yeah, huh."

Freya frowned, looking at Sam and Dean seeking for an explanation.

"Holy shit!" Sam cursed as he looked at the guy with glasses more closely.

"What?" Dean turned to him with confusion.

"Uh, West Texas... the... the tulpa we had to take out. Those two goofballs that almost got us killed... The hellhounds or something?"

"Fuck me." Dean whispered as he recalled that hunt.

"So you know them?" Freya looked at them in disbelief.

"I know them too. You're the Ghostfacers, aren't you?" Peter said, peeking out from between Freya and Dean.

"Yeah. Hellhounds didn't test that well." The guy with glasses admitted. "Are you a fan?"

"Nah, you guys are idiots." Peter stated.

Ed was taken aback by his sincerity as he gave the kid a bitch face.

"Ed, what's going on?" The other guy pointed the camera at his friend.

"They're not cops, buddy. No, not at all." Ed answered him.

"Ed, Ed, you had a partner, too, didn't you? A different guy?" Dean asked him.

"Oh, yeah, yeah."

"Is he around here somewhere?"

"He's running around, chasing ghosts."

"Of course he is." Freya whispered to herself in exasperation.

"Okay, well, listen, you and Rambo need to get your girlfriends and get out of here." Dean commanded.

"All right. Listen here, chisel chest, okay?" Ed stood in front of Dean, trying to play tough. "We were here first. We've already set up base camp. We beat you."

Dean nodded, turning his gaze towards Sam and Freya. Peter raised his gaze to him, waiting for his reaction.

"They were here first."

"Mm hmm." Ed nodded without noticing the irritation in Dean's voice. Then, in the blink of an eye, Dean grabbed Ed by the collar of his jacket. "Oh, god."

"Ed..." Dean started.

"Yeah?" He gulped.

"...where's your partner?"

"Uh... he's upstairs. He's upstairs." He replied in a trembling voice.

"I'll go get him." Freya announced, ready to head for the stairs. Dean let go of Ed and grabbed her wrist, holding her back.

"We don't split up." He declared.

Seeing the seriousness in his gaze, Freya nodded without arguing. She really didn't what him to get anymore angrier that he already was.

"Eh... Um, sorry. She is?" Ed pointed towards Freya.

"Your worst nightmare if you don't get the hell out of here." She answered.

"Well, we can't do that, okay? Not yet." Ed said, walking out of the room they were in and heading to the living room.

"What are you doing in the Morton House, Ed—on leap year—what are you thinking?" Dean asked as he followed him.

"We're here to spend the night, okay? It's for our TV show."

"What? Great. Perfect." Sam sighed.

"Would you stop with that?" Freya pushed the camera that Corbett was pointing at her.

"Nobody's ever spent the night before." Corbett said as he pointed the camera towards Ed.

Peter frowned.

"Uh, actually, yeah, they have." The kid said, gaining their attention.

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

"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 scoffed. "And why is a five-year-old talking to me?"

"I'm fourteen, jackass."

"Look," Sam spoke, pulling papers out of his duffel bag. "Missing-persons reports going back almost a half century. John Graham stayed on a dare, gone. Julie Wilkerson, gone. There are tons 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."

Ed frowned, looking at the papers.

"These look legit." He then admitted.

"They are legit. Look, Ed, we ain't got much time here, buddy. Starting at midnight, your friends are going to die." Sam said right before a bunch of screams and footsteps rush down the stairs. Dean and Freya turned around pointing their guns and flashlights towards them.

"Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Guys! Guys! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! We got one! Corbett! Corbett, we saw one! We saw one!" The first one to enter the living room grabbed the camera Corbett was holding.

"Get outta here!" Ed looked at him with excitement.

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

"That's Harry, the other idiot." Peter whispered to Freya.

"It was amazing!" The girl that followed Harry exclaimed.

Harry nodded full of excitement as he was about to say something else, but then his eyes landed on Sam and Dean.

"Hey, aren't those the fuckers from Texas?" He asked.

"Yes." Ed confirmed.

"And who are they?" Harry looked over at Freya and Peter.

Peter smirked and took a step forward before Freya could answer.

"Ghosts." He said with a playful grin. The frightened look Harry gave him back brought a chuckle from the boy's lips.

Dean rolled his eyes.

"All right, let's have this reunion across the street, guys." Dean said, trying to get their attention.

"Crap. What are you guys doing here?" Harry asked.

"Come on, come on. We'll get you ice cream—our treat. What do you say? Let's go." Dean tried again but no one paid him any attention. In fact, they all started talking at the same time as they gathered around the laptop placed on the table in the center of the living room.

"Look at this. Look, look. Ed, Ed. No. No. Look at this. Okay, honest-to-god proof, all right?" The girl accompanying them said before showing some of the footage they got.

"You have to be kidding me." Peter muttered, standing next to the group of idiots.

"Yeah. No. Not kidding." Harry assured him.

Although annoyed by the situation, Sam, Freya and Dean moved to stand a few steps behind them so they could look at the images on the laptop screen.

"What kind of reading did we get?" Other guy asked.

"Uh, it was a 10.9." Harry answered.

"10.9?" Ed asked in shock.

"Yeah, it was 10.9. It was almost 11. I came out, and I was like, 'what's going on?' And I was like—wait, watch this. Oh! He got blasted. It was crazy."

Feeling Dean's hand gripping her wrist gently, Freya followed him and Sam to stand by the stairs, far enough away from the group to be able to talk without being overheard.

"Think we were off on this? I mean, that was just a death echo." Sam stated.

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

"No, not that I could find."

"What's a death echo?" A voice spoke from behind Freya, making her turn to find the other cameraman standing near them with his camera pointed at them.

Freya sighed before answering.

"Look, we got a problem here. That ghost ain't it."

"What's a death echo?" He insisted.

"Echoes are trapped in a loop, okay? 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." Dean explained with exasperation.

"So maybe the echo's not dangerous, but maybe something else is." Freya looked at him.

"You're right." Dean nodded before walking back into the living room. "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!"

"We're moving!" Freya stated, grabbing Peter's hand as Sam and Dean pushed the other towards the house door.

"What about all of our equipment? What are we gonna..." The girl asked.

"Lots of fun. Let's go." Dean said, not playing attention to her or what the other were saying.

"We got more material. We got all kinds of stuff. We'll make you guys recurring guest stars." Harry tried to bargain. Freya shook her head, pushing him to keep walking while her other hand kept clutching onto her little brother's.

"Wait! Wait!!" Ed yelled, making everyone to stop. "Where's Corbett?"

"Don't know, don't care." Freya answered, eager to get her brother out of there while beating herself up for listening to him and bringing him into the house.

"No man left behind." Ed stood his ground.

Before Freya could said anything an anguished scream was heard form the distance.

"That was Corbett." Ed stated.

"That was Corbett! Corbett!" Harry yelled his name.

"Corbett! it's okay!" Maggie screamed, running upstairs with Ed and Harry before Dean, Freya and Sam could stop them.

"We'll get him! Go back!" Dean told them but they didn't listen.

"Guys! Fuck!" Freya cursed, clinging to her brother's hand.

"Let go of me!" Peter complained, pulling his hand free of her grip. "I'm not going anywhere."

The cameraman soon followed them forcing Freya, Sam and Dean to go after him. Corbett's cries for help could be heard throughout the house along with the screams of his friends trying to find him. They found them in a hall of the second floor right where they had seen and recorded the first echo.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Come on." Dean walked toward Ed as Corbett's screams echoed through the house, slowly fading away.

"He's not here." Peter assured, pointing his flashlight down both sides of the hallway.

"All right. Let's go. Let's go." Freya urged Maggie and Harry as she pushed them toward the stairs.

"No. No. No. But that's Corbett. No, that was Corbett." Harry insisted, trying to pull away from her, but Freya held his arm tightly. "Didn't you hear that? He said... He has to be here."

"Look, buddy, I'm sorry about your friend, but...." Freya couldn't finish her words when a prick of pain shot through her head. She put her hands up to her head and crouched down, letting out a small cry of pain.

"Freya! Hey, Freya." Dean came to her side, holding her shoulders and looking at her with concern. "Are you all right?"

Looking at them with confusion and concern, Sam then noticed how a hand clutched at his arm. Lowering his gaze, the taller of the brothers met Peter, who was trying to steady himself as his face formed a grimace of pain.

"What the hell is going on?" Ed looked at them with confusion.

"We need to get out of here." Dean replied, intertwining his hand with Freya's as he pushed Harry and Maggie toward the stairs. "Go, go, go, come on."

Once they reached the living room, the ghostfacers gathered around their laptop once again, trying to take in what had just happened to their friend and looking for a way to find him. Peter and Freya leaned against the old staircase bars, trying to steady themselves while Sam and Dean watched them with concern and complete confusion.

"Oh, god, what's happened? Oh, god. He's gone. He just disappeared."

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

The pain in Freya and Peter's heads slowly diminished with each passing second. Dean's alert eyes examined them carefully as his hand remained intertwined with Freya's, soothing her pain.

His other hand moved over to her left cheek, forcing her to lift her head so he could look into her eyes. Her skin had paled and dark circles had appeared under her eyes. Her temperature had dropped drastically, to a worrying point. Freya could feel Dean's touch warming her and providing her with some comfort. As if he were her lifeline, helping her to breathe.

Next to her Peter didn't seem to be suffering as much as her. He felt the headache and the drop of temperature, but much less than she did. He could still stand without holding on to the stairs and his breathing was regular and steady,

"Well, it's 12:04, Freya. You good? You happy?" Sam complained without realizing the bad state she was in. "'Let's go hunt the Morton house,' you said, 'it's our Grand Canyon.'"

"Hey!" Peter exclaim, pushing him back. "It was my idea. Leave her alone."

"Okay. No need for fighting." Dean warned, holding Peter by the shoulder. "Sam, it's really not the time."

Despite realizing how bad Freya was feeling, Sam was more concerned about his brother more than anyone else in the house.

"You got two months left, Dean. Instead, we're gonna die tonight!" He exclaimed in frustration, throwing a chair against the house door. Freya gasped at the loud sound, clinging to Dean's hand.

At the sound of wood cracking, the group of ghostfacers turned toward them.

"Whoa! What the hell is going on guys?" Spruce, the cameraman asked.

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

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

"It's a supernatural lockdown, okay?" Dean sighed, looking back at them as he felt Freya getting a little better. "Whatever took Corbett doesn't want us to leave, and it's no death echo. This is a bad mother, and it wants us scared."

"Or it just wants us."

As Maggie said that the sound of the EMF detector went off.

"Uh, guys, the camera's fritzing again." Spruce informed them.

"Whoa. Whoa. Guys, the EMF's starting to spike." Ed added. "This is a big one!"

"Everybody, stay close. There's something coming."

Following Sam's orders, everyone stood in a small circle, looking around the room. It was then when a ghost appeared in the middle of the living room. Dean let go of Freya's hand, but Peter quickly replaced him. The boy wouldn't admit it, but he was scared. Maybe it was her older sister instincts, but noticing how her brother clung to her hand, Freya soon began to feel much better. Her body temperature stabilized, her breathing settled down, and the headache disappeared.

"Whoa!!!"

"Is this the same echo you guys saw earlier?" Dean asked.

"No, it's a different guy." Harry answered in a trembling voice.

"Multiple echoes? What the hell's going on?" Dean looked back at his brother and Freya.

"Beats me." Freya replied, not having a real answer for him.

"Okay. All right. All right. All right." Dean repeated several times as he walked toward the apparition and started to yell at it. "Uh, hey, buddy! Hey. Hey. Wake up. You're dead! Hello?!"

"What's he doing? What's he doing?" Harry looked completely lost about what was happening.

"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, but usually you have to have some kind of connection to the deceased." Freya explained to him.

"Come on! Wake up! Be dead!" Dean continued yelling at the apparition, but then it flicked and turned around.

"Do you really think that's gonna work, dumbass?" Peter let go of his sister's hand, feeling much braver now that he saw Dean yelling at that echo.

"You guys hear that?" Harry asked as the sound of what sounded like an engine echoed through the house.

"What's that sound?" Ed asked at the same time.

"Snap out of it, buddy, huh? Come on, what are you waiting for? You're gonzo! You're dead!" Dean yelled to the apparition before a bright light shone on its face. As that light got brighter, the sound of the engine grew louder, this time accompanied with a car horn. Suddenly the ghost was hit by this invisible vehicle and went flying backwards, disappearing.

"Where the hell did it go?" Harry asked, looking around the room.

"Okay, I don't know about you guys, but I'm out of here." Peter said, taking a step toward the door.

"Didn't you hear the part about the supernatural lockdown?" Freya asked, pulling him close to her. "Don't leave my side, Pete, or I swear to God..."

"Okay, I get it." He scoffed. "But what the hell was that earlier? I felt as if my soul was leaving my body. It was cold and there was a lot of despair and..."

"I know, I felt it too."

"Why? They sure as hell didn't feel it." Peter pointed to the rest. "Why did we?"

"I..."

"That is a really good question." Dean admitted, coming to their side. "Any theories on that?"

Freya shook her head.

"Maybe if we go back upstairs." She shrugged.

"To the floor where that idiot disappeared?" Peter asked in disbelief. "Yeah, good idea, Frey." He scoffed as he rolled his eyes.

"Do you have any others?" She raised her eyebrows. Peter stayed silent. "That's what I thought."

"Okay. She is right. Let's go." Sam said.

Freya and Dean nodded before following him up the stairs with Peter by their side.

"Guys, there's no records of any of this here." Peter informed them as the ghostfacers followed them. "No one got shot here. Obviously, no one got run over by a freaking train."

"Stay close." Sam told the group.

"Did the echoes take Corbett?" Maggie asked as soon as she got their attention.

"Yes. No. I don't know." Dean replied. "We don't know what's doing what here; that's what we're trying to figure out, okay?"

"Look, um, death echoes are ghosts, okay?" Freya explained. "Now, ghosts—they usually haunt places where they lived or where they died."

"Except these mooks didn't live or die here." Dean added.

"Right."

"So, what are they doing here?" Maggie asked pointing at them with her camera.

"All right, seriously, does looking at this nightmare through that camera make you feel better or something? I mean..." Dean stoop to look at her.

"Um...I, uh... Well, yeah. Uh, yeah. I think so." She nervously admitted.

"Oh."

Following Freya and Peter, who led the way, the group entered what appeared to be an old study. If the house was scary that place was even scarier, especially with the heads of a stuffed bear and deer hanging on the walls.

"Look at this." Sam said, holding up broken framed certificate he had just found on a shelf. "Freeman Daggett, house's last owner, officially commended for 20 years of fine service at the Gamble General Hospital."

"He was a doctor?" Dean asked him.

"Janitor."

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

"Yeah, heart attack."

"What are these, c-rations?" Maggie asked. Looking towards her, Freya spotted a box full of non-perishable food bags typical of the military.

"Yeah, army-issued, three squares—like a lifetime supply." Dean answered her.

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

"Dude, I'm sorry, but I think your friend is already dead." Peter replied with an earnest look on his face.

"Peter." Freya called him out.

"What? It's the truth."

Freya shook her head, raising her gaze to Ed. "We'll find Corbett, okay? But first we need to know what we're up against."

Frustrated and somewhat upset by Peter's statement, Ed nodded his head at Freya's words. Suddenly a loud bang interrupted the room when Dean opened a safe. Turning around Dean came fase to face winter an EMF reader. Harry held it in his hands standing just next to him. But has Dean gave him a bitch face he backed of quickly. Letting out a sigh Dean took the safe and carried it over to the table before opening it.

"Crap. Crap. Taxidermy." Dean mumbled leafing through files in it. "Okay. You said Daggett was a hospital janitor?" He looked up at his brother.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"Ewww. Got three toe tags here—one, death by gunshots, train accident, and suicide."

"Ewwwwww!" Sam, Freya and Peter grimaced.

"What?" Harry frowned, completely oblivious,

"Well, that explains why all the death echoes are here. They're here because their bodies are here... somewhere in the house." Sam explained, but they still looked completely lost.

"Daggett brought the remains home from the morgue. To 'play'." Freya clarified, watching the realization flit across their faces.

"Ewwwwwwwwww!!!!! Ugh!!!!!" They grimaced.

"That's nasty, dude." Spruce commented next to her.

"Right." She nodded when the EMF in Harry's hand went off. "I thought you were playing attention to this." She complained, snatching the device from him to take a closer look of it. "I got an 8.6 and climbing fast."

"Something huge is coming. Look. Something big is coming." Ed whispered dramatically, pointing his camera towards the EMF.

"It's past 1, you guys." Harry said, looking at the time.

"Okay, I take back what I said before. I really hope your stupid friend is alive, because I really don't want to die here." Peter muttered towards Ed as they all gathered together to form a circle, pointing their flashlights everywhere in the room. Frowning, the man looked down at the boy. "Ghosty, ghosty. Take them, I've got a lot of life ahead of me. I've been a bit of a little bit naughty, but really I'm..."

"Will you shut up?" Dean cut him off as he clenched his jaw. "Nobody move! Hold on. Hold on. Stay quiet."

"What's happening?" Maggie asked between panting breaths.

"You know, Dean, you're the one who should shut...." Peter's voice disappeared into thin air leaving Freya with an uneasy feeling.

"Peter? Peter?!" She called out to him, but the boy had completely disappeared from the room. And he wasn't the only one, after blinking a couple of times, Freya witnessed Sam vanishing in front of the eyes.

"It's really cold in here." Ed said by her side.

"Harry?" Maggie called his friend.

"Sam?" Dean turned on his heels, looking for his brother all over the room. "Sam???"

"Where'd he go?" Spruce asked.

Freya reached down, picking up her brother's flashlight from the floor while Dean did the same with Sam's.

"Sam!!!!!!!!!!"

"Peter!!!!!!!!!"

Freya and Dean yelled at the same time.

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After calling Sam, Peter and Corbett's names for several minutes, Freya started to fully take in the situation they were in. And specifically the one she was in. It was all her fault. If she hadn't listened to Peter's pleas to go investigate that house none of this would be happening. Peter and Sam would be fine and the fear of losing them forever wouldn't be haunting her.

She felt even worse seeing Dean's overwhelmed and upset face. His little brother was everything to him and now because of her he had been trapped by a ghost. Sure, they'd been in situations like this before, but what if this was the final one and they couldn't find them.

"I can feel you blaming yourself all the way from here." Dean's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"That's because it's my fault." She pointed out.

"No, it isn't." Dean walk towards her. "And it's not Peter's fault either, or these idiots." He said, referring to the ghostfacers, who to their luck and privacy weren't with them at the moment. "We're gonna find them."

"Do you really believe that?" Freya looked at him hopefully.

Dean nodded.

"I'm not walking out of here without Sammy and that little demon you have for a little brother." He assured, moving a little closer to her. An amused smile peeked over Freya's lips, calming her nerves and making way for a much warmer, more comforting feeling. Only this one wasn't due to Dean's closeness and charm but something else she wasn't sure she could put her finger on.

"What's the matter?" Dean asked at the slight change in her face.

"I don't know." She murmured, lowering her gaze to the floor. "I think I can feel him." She admitted, meeting Dean's green eyes once again. "I feel Peter. He's alive."

Despite his doubts, Dean nodded without questioning her.

"Well, let's find them before that changes."

Freya nodded slightly, ready to speak again but an argument in the room next to them interrupted her. Dean sighed in frustration, turning to walk into the room, where they found Maggie, Ed and Harry.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Dean exclaimed braking Harry and Ed's fight. "Cut it out! We're down by three people."

Turning around back to Freya, Dean yelled his brother's name once again, leaving the room with her by his side.

"Come here." Freya grabbed his wrist, pulling him toward Daggett's office.

"What? What's wrong?" Dean looked at her in confusion.

Harry, Ed, Spruce and Maggie soon came in after them, afraid to be alone in the house.

"Freya, what are you doing?" Harry asked her as she looked through the files in the safe.

"Daggett was a Cold-War nut, okay? He was—he was an amateur taxidermist. He liked to slow dance with cadavers, and all he ate were c-rations, so what the hell are we looking for?!"

"Horrible little life." Maggie said.

"Yeah, a lonely life... A Cold-War life." She noted, thoughtfully.

"What are you thinking?" Dean looked at her as his shoulder brushed her shoulder when he pressed his chest against her back to look at what she was holding.

"He was scared." She thought out loud. "He was scared... he was scared."

Without further explanation Freya dropped the paper in her hand and rushed out of the room.

"Scared of what? What? Freya, where are you going?" Harry asked as he, Dean, Maggie, Ed and Spruce followed her.

"Guys like Daggett back then, the ones who were really scared of the Russians—they built bomb shelters." She explained walking down the stairs. "I'm guessing he's got one. I'll bet you it's in the basement."

"Sweetheart, you are a genius." Dean smiled as he walked after her.

Suddenly, the door behind them slammed close, cutting them and Spruce off from the others.

"Whoa!"

"Whoa! That is not funny!"

"Um, who closed the door?" Spruce asked, looking back at the hunter couple.

"It did." Freya answered as she watched Dean tried to open it back. "It wants to separate us."

"Ed! listen to me!" Dean talked to the door.

"What?" He asked from the other side.

"There's some salt in my duffel. Make a circle and get inside."

They paused for a minute.

"Inside?" Ed frowned, sharing a confuse look with Harry.

"That's stupid." Harry said.

"Inside your duffel bag?" Ed asked towards Dean.

"In the salt, you idiots!" Dean snapped.

"Oh, okay. Yeah. Yeah."

Shaking her head in disbelief, Freya continued walking down the basement stairs with Dean and Spruce close behind.

As they descended, Freya felt how her connection with her brother grew. She could sense that he was scared, even though he tried to cover it up with his usual humor and sarcasm. Her racing heart mimicked his in a somewhat magical way still. It had to be, because Freya was sure that no normal person was able to feel their siblings the way she was feeling Peter right now.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Spruce asked Dean as they walk behind her.

"What?" Dean grunted as he looked for the bunker door.

"Earlier, you guys were talking and Sam—he said you had two months left?"

"Yeah, it's complicated." Dean sighed. "A while ago, Sam..." He paused, looking at the camera Spruce was holding. "No. No. No. I'm not gonna whine about my fucking problems to some fucking reality show. I'm gonna do my fucking job."

"Is it cancer?" Spruce insisted.

"Shut up." Dean grunted once again. "You hear that?"

Freya nodded, moving closer to him. "Yeah."

"Is that music?" Spruce asked.

"Yeah, it's coming from behind this wall." Freya pointed.

"All right, stand aside." Dean turned to Freya and handed her his flashlight. At the touch of his skin brushing against hers Freya felt her connection to Peter disappear and be replaced by a wave of warm feelings for the older Winchester. But as soon as she took a step back, placing herself next to Spruce, those feelings vanished and Peter's fear came flooding back.

Dean single-handedly pushed back a cabinet away from the wall, revealing a door right behind it.

"Wow, you're strong."

Tired of his comments, Dean turned to him and flashed a middle finger.

Opening the door to the bomb shelter was not difficult given Dean's strength and the fact that the door wasn't fully closed.

"Peter!!" Freya exclaimed before shooting Daggett's ghost. As he disappeared, both her and Dean approached their respective brothers and untied them from the chairs. Peter and Sam were sitting around a table decorated for what appeared to be a birthday.

"Oh god." Spruce whispered as he looked around the room through his camera screen, seeing the decorated table and the old corpses sitting around it. Recognizing the last and newest corpse as his friend. "Oh, no, Corbett."

"Freya." Peter said in a frightened whisper.

"I'm right here, buddy. I'm right here." Freya whispered back, hugging him against her chest and pressing kisses on the top of his head. Peter's arms wrapped around her waist tightly, pulling her closer as the fear slowly faded out of his body.

"Come on. Let's get out of here." Dean said, laying a hand on Freya's shoulder.

Noticing his touch against her clothed skin, Freya pulled slightly away from her brother and looked up to meet Dean's evergreen eyes. For a few seconds she didn't respond, yet she nodded, standing up and taking her brother's hand in hers to walk out of the bomb shelter and back to the basement.

"What's this Daggett guy's problem anyway?" Spruce asked.

"Loneliness." Sam replied.

"What, he's never heard of a Realdoll?" Dean scoffed.

"No, no, no, Daggett was the Norman Bates, stuff-your-mother kind of lonely. 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. Anyway, so, at midnight, he sealed them in the bomb shelter and went upstairs and OD'd on horse tranqs."

"How do you know this?" Freya frowned.

"'Cause he told us." Peter answered.

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

"Pretty much, yeah. Stay forever." Sam sighed while Freya opened her shotgun to add two more bullets.

"Are those real bullets?" Spruce asked.

"It's rock salt." She answered, cocking the gun. "Ghost's favorites."

Dean's slamming a metal pole against the basement door caused Peter and Spruce to startle.

"Seriously? You're still shooting?" Sam scoffed, noticing Spruce's camera.

"It makes him feel better. Don't ask." Dean explained.

"Ah, hell, guys. Get in your ghost-role thing. Something's coming." Spruce spoke as he saw the camera flickering.

Turning towards him Freya saw how Daggett's ghost appeared by his side and knocked him to the ground. Without missing a beat, Freya aimed her gun at the ghost and pulled the trigger on a steady shot that made Daggett disappear.

"Take it easy." Sam helped Spruce up. "You all right?"

"Behind you!" Spruce exclaimed. But Sam didn't have enough time to react before Daggett threw him against the wall, doing the same with Dean, Freya and Peter before they could do anything. "Uh, guys..." Spruce panicked when Daggett's eyes fell on him. "This is bad—very bad."

Peter crawled across the floor to try and reach his sister's gun when, suddenly, Corbett's ghost appeared behind Daggett.

"Corbett?" Spruce asked, but he didn't answered, just attacked Daggett. As the two ghosts touched each other, both vanished in a burst of light. Everyone covered their eyes quickly, as Peter and Freya felt a small deja vù about the night when they confronted Ophelia.

Between low groans of pain from the hit they had taken, Freya, Dean, Sam and Peter got to their feet, finding that Spruce was already on standing next to them Having retrieved his camera he was now pointing it back at them once again.

Exhausted from that damn stupid reality show, Freya was about to take it off his hands, but Dean and Peter beat her to it. The former covered the lens with his hand while the younger one pushed Spruce out of his way.

"Seriously, man, you need to put that camera down. Your stupid show is garbage. No one will watch it." The blonde kid grunted. After being kidnapped and almost killed by a ghost, Peter wasn't in the mood to be nice.

After Corbett attacked Daggett the house quieted down more or less. Freya, Dean and Sam just had to burn the remains of the bodies and everything would be over. The group of ghostfacers didn't question that, as they claimed to have read a lot about how to put a ghost to rest. Freya couldn't help but narrow her eyes as she heard Ed and Harry tell her that, not really sure if they were being truthful or if they were just trying to act smart so they wouldn't come off as idiots who didn't know what they were supposed to do.

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It was rare for Peter to be wrong about something. The boy was usually right about almost everything he said, but this time he was wrong in assuring that Ed and Harry's show wouldn't succeed. Seeing everything they got on camera, including truly supernatural things like real ghosts appearing and disappearing in front of them, was enough material for them to go viral on the internet. But Freya and the Winchesters couldn't let that happen.

"So, guys, what do you think?" Ed asked when the episode ended. "Are you alright?"

Dean sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You know, I kind of think it was half-awesome." Freya answered.

"Half-awesome? That—that's full-on good, right?" Maggie asked with a smile.

"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. Well done." Sam said while Peter slipped a device into a backpack under the table. A device whose purpose was to wipe out every tape and hard drive they had in their headquarters.

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

"Nah, that's reality, man." Ed stated as he saw them rise to their feet. "Yeah, Corbett gave his life searching for the truth, and it's our job over here to share it with the world."

"Right. Well, um, our experience, you know what you get when you show the world the truth?" Freya crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. They shrugged.

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

"Right." Sam nodded.

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

"Oh yeah." Ed nodded.

"You got us there." Dean smiled, playing along.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, well we'll see you guys around." Freya smiled before leaving the ghostfacers headquarters with Peter and the Winchester brothers walking after her.

"Did you do it?" Dean asked Peter once they reached the car.

"Oh yeah, those idiots would never see it coming." He smiled.

"That's my boy." Dean smirked.

Peter rolled his eyes while Freya and Sam shared an amused look at Dean's response. As a small smile tugged at Freya's lips seeing how they were warming up to each other.

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

"The world just isn't ready for the Ghostfacers." Freya chuckled.

"It's too bad. I kinda liked the show." Peter admitted as he got inside the car.

"It had its moments." Sam shrugged while Dean started the car.