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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡

𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 !

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"First opened in 1927, the lot has been in continuous operation for eight decades," the tour guide announced, gesturing to the studio lot the tour trolley slowly made its way around. 

Dean turned to Delaney with a wide grin. "Hey, Della, you know this is where they filmed Creepshow?"

"Fascinating, Dee," Delaney remarked and smiled when Dean's happy aura fell and he glared at her.

"Now to the right here is Stars Hollow. It's the setting for the television show Gilmore Girls. If we're lucky, maybe we can see some of the stars from the show."

Sam shifted uncomfortably in the seat in front of Delaney and Dean before he shook his head as if he wanted to be anywhere but where they were. "Let's go."

Dean pouted as he watched his brother step off the moving trolley. "Sammy, let's finish the tour!"

"Come on, you big baby," Delaney mumbled and step off the trolley along with Dean, following Sam as he made his way across the lot.

Dean rubbed his hands together in excitement, his eyes bouncing all across the lot. Delaney had never seen her brother so awestruck before and it was honestly quite amusing to her. "Guys, check it out. It's Matt Damon."

Sam chuckled and stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets, glancing at the guy who Dean thought to be Matt Damon. "Yeah, pretty sure that is not Matt Damon."

"No, Sammy, it is."

Delaney giggled, watching as "Matt Damon" picked up a broom and started to clean up the lot around you. "Um, Dee, Matt Damon just picked up a broom and started to sweep."

"Yeah, he was probably researching a role or something," Dean dismissed with a wave of his hand.

"Uh, I don't think so," Sam replied and nodded his head to the right. "Hey, come this way. I think Stage Nine was over here."

"Come on, man, let's keep going this way," Dean complained and pointed ahead of them where more studios and trailers of the stars were up ahead.

"No, Dean, we have to work," Delaney reprimanded and tugged on his jacket sleeve before he could leave his siblings behind. "You wanted to come to LA."

Dean tugged his arm out of Delaney's hold and huffed. "Yeah, Della, for a vacation! I mean, swimming pools and movie stars! Not to work."

Delaney rose an eyebrow and motioned to the sky above that was dark and gloomy, the asphalt beneath them slick with the rain that had poured down earlier that morning. It was also definitely not warm enough to be swimming, with it only being about sixty-five degrees outside. "This seem like swimming pool weather to you, Dean? It's practically Canadian."

"I just figured that, you know, after everything that happened with Maddox, you could use a little R&R, that's all," Dean defended.

"Maybe I want to work because maybe it keeps my mind off things. Why do you think I jumped on board so quickly when Sammy found this in the newspapers?" Delaney replied and forced the thoughts of Maddox away from her mind. It had been a week since she had to put him out of his misery and it still killed. It was like Will all over again and she hated every part of it. Now she understood why the boys didn't really catch feelings for anyone while they were on hunts. It was hard and Delaney really did not want to go through that for a third time.

Dean held his hands up in defense and backed off his sister. "Okay, Della, alright, I'll back off. So, this crew guy, did he - he died on set?"

Sammy nodded and kept his gaze on the signs that said which studio stages were which. "Yeah, rumors spreading like wildfire online. They're saying the set's haunted."

"Like Poltergeist?" 

Delaney shrugged and shivered lightly as a breeze blew through the studio lot. "Uh, could be poltergeist ... maybe."

"No, no, no. The movie Poltergeist," Dean clarified for his siblings and scoffed when Delaney merely shrugged. "You know nothing of your cultural heritage, do you? It was rumored that the set of Poltergeist was cursed, that they used real human bones as props. Like, at least three of the actors died in it."

"Yeah, might be something like that," Sam agreed, ready to take any lead they could get.

"Alright, so this crew guy, what's his name?"

"Frank Jaffe," Sam informed.

"Frank Jaffe. You got a death certificate or a coroner's report?"

Sam sheepishly shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. "Uh... no, but it's LA, you know? That might not even be his real name. The girl who found him, she said she saw something - a vanishing figure."

"What's the girl's name?" Dean asked.

"Tara Benchley?"

Dean's eyes widened and he stopped both his siblings from walking, turning to Sam with awestruck look in his eyes again. "Whoa, Tara Benchley? From FEARdotCOM and Ghost Ship? That Tara Benchley? Dude, why didn't you say so?"

Delaney laughed, highly amused by her brother's obvious fanboying. "So now you're suddenly on board? Is someone in love?"

Dean cleared his throat and quickly sobered up from his excitement. "No, no. I'm just a big fan of her work. It's - it's very good." He cleared his throat again before walking off towards Stage Nine that was just ahead of them.

"I swear he was dropped on his head as a baby," Delaney commented.

Sam snorted and began to follow after Dean with Delaney by his side. "That would explain a lot."

As the three entered the stage, the large door that closely resembled a garage door closed behind them, shielding the outside lot from what was going on inside the stage. There were multiple sets already put up and people rushed about to make sure everything was in place for the next batch of scenes that would be filmed that day. To their right the director and studio executive spoke with two other guys by their side.

The studio executive noticed the three and called out for Dean. "Yeah, green shirt guy! Can you get me a smoothie from Kraft?"

"You want a what from who?" Dean asked, blinking in confusion on why the studio executive was asking him to do anything.

The studio executive scoffed and gave Dean an odd look. "You are a P.A. This is what you do."

Delaney quickly walked over and began to tug Dean towards where the snack tables were on the other side of the stage. "One smoothie coming right up, sir!" 

Once they were far enough away, Dean furrowed his eyebrows at his siblings. "What the hell is a P.A.?"

"Personal assistant. They're kind of like slaves to the cast and crew," Delaney explained.

"Great, I'm someone's bitch!" Dean groaned and walked over to make smoothies for the studio executive and whoever else asked for one on the siblings' way over to the Kraft table.

Delaney and Sam stood near the table, pretending to be busy with it while Dean ran off to hand off the smoothie to the studio executive and to check the scaffolding where Frank Jaffe had been found. They talked to some of the crew members that passed by about Frank to see if they could find out anything about them that could help with the investigation. Someone had to know something about what was going on.

"Hey!" Dean greeted as he walked back over to Delaney and Sam. "No EMF anywhere."

"Great," Delaney sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "What do you think?"

"Well, I think being a P.A. sucks, but... but the food these people get? Are you kidding me? I mean, look at these things," Dean picked up a mini sandwich from the plate on the table and held it up for the two to see. "They're like miniature Philly cheesesteak sandwiches. They're delicious."

Delaney pushed the sandwich away when Dean held it out to her. "Maybe later."

Dean shrugged and bit into the sandwich since neither one of his siblings would. "What did you find out about the dead crew guy?"

"Frank Jaffe was just filling in for the day. Nobody knew him or where he lived or anything," Sam replied.

"Oh, great, so you two found out about as much as I did," Dean retorted, biting into the mini sandwich again. A crew passed by and grabbed one of the sandwiches and Dean yelled out to him that he'd enjoy the sandwich because they were wonderful.

Delaney waited for the crew member to be out of earshot before she turned to Dean. "We did find out some stuff about Stage Nine's history. Four people died messy here over the past eighty years - two suicides and two fatal accidents."

"Any one of those could be a vengeful spirit."

"Yeah, we just have to narrow it down more," Sam stated.

Dean froze when he saw something over his siblings' shoulders and smiled. "I'll get right on that."

Delaney and Sam spun around as Dean walked around them to see Dean snatch a script out of another P.A.'s hands and walked over to Tara Benchley who just took a seat in her chair by the next set she'd be needed on.

"I think someone has a celebrity crush, Sammy."

-°—✞——✞—°-

When Dean spoke to Tara, he found out that the guy Frank was actually alive and well. Not that Tara knew that of course, but Dean did digging and found out the guy Frank was actually named Gerard St. James and lived not too far from set, which is where the three siblings found themselves and waited for him to open the door.

The door opened to reveal a balding man with what little of hair he had left pulled into a low ponytail. He looked to be in fifty's and Delaney was curious as to why this man had faked his death in the first place.

"Gerard St. James?"

"Yes."

"You're still alive, and you're not Frank Jaffe," Sam noted, rocking back on his heels.

Gerard seemed confused by the statement. "Uh, no?"

"You were Desert Soldier Number Four in Metalstorm: The Destruction of Jared-Syn?" Dean asked, pretending to be interested in the man's non-important role. "I knew I recognized you. I am a huge fan. I mean, your turn as a tractor crash victim in Critters Three - "

"Critters Three!" Gerard said the same time as Dean and stepped back to allow the three in. "Well, come in."

The three politely thanked the man for allowing them in and followed Gerard to the living room. He walked to the kitchen to make the four some coffee and handed the siblings each a mug.

"So, why fake your death if you don't mind us asking," Delaney questioned, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Yeah, it was the producers. They brought me up for the day to play Frank. The rumors of a haunted film set is free publicity, especially when you're making a horror movie. I mean, uh, it's already all over the Internet. These days, it's all about new media, building buzz. They say I'm the new lonelygirl," Gerard explained, taking a seat in the living room with the three siblings. There are pictures lining the walls of Gerard, merely an actor, portraying various characters that didn't seem to be anything more than a walk-on character or extra. Nothing that shouted main role actor. 

"Who?" Dean asked, having no idea who the girl was.

"And the ghost Tara saw?" Delaney added before Dean could open his mouth again.

"Projected on a screen of diffusion."

Dean made a face at the thought of these people scaring Tara and the other crew members the way they had with this whole hoax. "Isn't that kind of cruel... messing with their heads like that?"

"Hey, I just play the part. I don't write the script," Gerard defended himself and picked up a flyer next to him, handing it to Dean. "Speaking of, I'm playing Willy in a dinner theater production of Salesman at Costa Mesa, all next month. You get a free pepper steak with the coupon."

"If you're seen in public, won't that ruin the hoax?" Sam asked, confused on why this guy would step outside if he were supposed to be... you know... dead.

Gerard chuckled and sat back in his seat. "Oh, please. Frank and Willy - totally different characters."

Delaney laughed incredulously and placed her mug down on the coffee table. "You know what? Thanks very much, Mr. St. James. It was just nagging at us, but we're - we're very glad, you know, you're alive and well."

Dean stood up and shook Gerard's hand who turned to the younger Winchesters and shook their hands as well. "Hey, I wanted to ask you. What was it like working with Richard Moll?"

Delaney and Sam gave Dean a look that screamed  what are you even talking about and why?

"He's from Metalstorm. He was Hurock, king of the cyclops people."

"Gentleman's gentleman," Gerard answered.

Dean perked up at the new information and pumped his fist in the air. "Yeah! Pepper steak."

-°—✞——✞—°-

The next day, the studio executive for the film, Brad, had been found dead on the set. The same guy that had originally thought the three were P.A.'s and asked Dean for a smoothie. Dean had gone back to the set while Delaney and Sam conned their way into the morgue to see Brad's body. He had dropped down from the ceiling by a noose and it was clear from the bruises around his neck. Something was definitely haunting the set and they needed to find out what.

Once they were done at the morgue, Sam and Delaney made their way back to set just as a fight between the cast and the producer broke out. They argued over what a spirit would be afraid of because they didn't believe salt was actually what would get rid of one. Dean merely smirked from where he stood, knowing fully well one salt round would get rid of the sucker before it could blink. One of the other P.A.'s, Walter, stormed past the three siblings as he shouted that they were idiots.

"Walter's a bit testy for a P.A., huh?" Dean commented, watching the man storm away in annoyance. He had on a headset and held a clipboard under his armpit as his hands were full with the plate of taquitos.

"How's it going here?" Delaney asked, glancing around the set to see it was as if nothing happened to Brad.

"It's going really good! Tara has stepped up her performance, and I think it's from the sense-memory stuff she's drawing on," Dean answered, biting into his taquito.

Sam exchanged an odd look with Delaney, neither one having no idea what Dean was talking about. "Sense-memory? Dean, she's talking about the case. We don't really work here. Besides, I thought you hated being a P.A."

Dean shuffled on his feet as he glanced down at his new attire, making him look like all the other P.A.'s on the set. It was as if he truly thought he was one and that threw Delaney off because Dean usually wasn't one to divert this much from a case. " I don't know. It's not so bad. I kind of feel like part of the team, you know? It's good - " He held up his plate to his siblings who both just stared at him with blank expressions. "Oh, taquito? They're wonderful."

"No, Dean! Listen, would ya? We conned our way into the morgue and the news reports were right: Brad's a doornail, no question."

"Copy that," Dean said and pushed down the mouthpiece on his headset. "I'm sorry. What you say, Della?"

Sam scoffed softly and placed his hands on his hips. "Copy that?"

"The news reports are right. Brad's a doornail," Delaney repeated, but it was obvious Dean didn't listen because he pulled the mouthpiece back up.

"They're aware."

"Who's aware?" Sam huffed in annoyance that Dean ignored their sister again.

"Sorry, kiddo, what were you saying?" Dean asked.

Delaney glanced to Sam who gave her a pitiful shrug. "Uh, the newspaper's right. Brad's a doornail, no question about it."

Dean nodded as he chewed his taquito. "I guess it's a good thing we didn't skip town. Oh, come here. I want to show you guys something." He lead the two over to the sound guy, removing the headset from his head. "Hey, Dave, can you play them that thing you played for me earlier?"

"Sure," Dave said and handed both Sam and Delaney a headphone each.

The tape rewound itself and then clicked once it got to the beginning. Midway through the dialogue that was filmed earlier that day, the sound became staticky and distorted. After the tape ended, Delaney and Sam handed Dave the headphones back and followed after Dean who walked along the back of the set. 

"There was E.V.P.," Delaney noted once they were away from all the other crew members and cast.

"From the night of Brad's stage dive. All of a sudden, I'm getting electromagnetic readings up the wazoo. For some reason, it's a legit haunting now," Dean added.

"Well, whose the ghost, Dean? What's it want?" Sam questioned.

"I don't know. I think we should take a look at Brad's death scene," Dean suggested and lead his siblings into a random trailer just outside the studio stage. They sat on the coffee table in front of the flat screen and Dean popped in the DVD.

Delaney rose an eyebrow as the DVD loaded itself into the DVD player. "Where did you even get this?"

"They're called dailies. I got it from Cindy. She's kind of got this on-and-off thing going with Drew. He dubbed me an extra copy," Dean explained, rewinding the DVD to where Brad's body would drop down from the ceiling. "Alright, here's where the guy fell through the roof."

"They must have super-hearing," the actor playing Mitch said on the screen. 

The blonde actress screamed as Brad's body dropped down from the ceiling, hanging from the noose around his neck. 

"Hey, wait, go back," Sam ordered and Dean rewound the DVD back and paused when Sam told him to. "There."

On the screen was a different scene than the one filmed and it showed a ghost in a brighter room compared to the darker one just seconds before. 

"It's like Three Men and a Baby all over again," Dean sighed and earned confused glances from both of his siblings. "Selleck, Danson, and Guttenberg. I don't know who played the baby."

"What's your point?" Delaney inquired, not seeing how this other movie had any relevancy to what they were dealing with.

"There's a scene in the movie where people say that the, the camera caught a ghost on film. Apparently, in the background of one of the scenes, there was this boy that nobody remembers from set. Spirit photography."

Sam looked back to the screen and inspected the ghost in the corner of the screen, recognition flashing across his face. "I've seen her before."

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Later on, the three siblings sat a table behind the movie set with a newspaper article in front of them that Sam had printed out. Dean had his headset on once again as Delaney sat next to him and Sam across from the two.

"Here check this out," Sam said to his siblings, turning it around so they could read it properly.

Dean leant forward to read it when he sat back up, clicking the blinking button on his headset. "Yeah, go for Ozzie... no, I don't have a twenty on Tara. I think she's 10-100... Okay, copy that."

Delaney elbowed Dean to focus on their real job instead of the fake one Dean thought he was apart of. They needed to figure this thing out and quick before another crew or cast member ended up like Brad. "Dean, pay attention for Christ's sake."

"Sorry, sorry. What were you saying, Sammy?"

Sam looked like he wanted to say something, but just chose to shake his head in exasperation and focus on the real task at hand. "Elise Drummond - starlet back in the 30's. Had an affair with a studio exec. He uses her up, fires her, leaves her destitute, so Elise hangs herself from Stage 9's rafters, right into a scene they're shooting."

"Just like our man Brad," Delaney noted.

"So, what, she's got it in for the studio brass?" Dean questioned, skimming the article.

Sam lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. "Possibly. I mean, it's a motive, and Brad's death matches hers exactly."

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

-°—✞——✞—°-

That night, the three siblings make their way across the cemetery with a map in Dean's hand that would guide them towards where Elise was buried. As they passed by a memorial for Humpty Dumpty, Dean pointed it out to Delaney and Sam with a chuckle.

"Man, this map is totally worth the five bucks. Hey, we've gotta go check out Johnny Ramone's grave when we're done here."

Delaney laughed and followed after her brothers, being empty handed save for her flashlight. The boys would be doing the heavy digging while she did the easy job of holding the flashlight for them so they could see what they were doing. Perks of being the youngest and the only girl she guessed. Less work for her. 

"You want to dig him up, too?"

"Bite your tongue, heathen!" Dean yelled and continued to shine his light around to look at all the other cool looking gravesites.

"What I don't get is... why now?  I mean, after seventy-five years, Elise Drummond suddenly goes homicidal, you know? Why this movie?" Sam thought aloud as they stopped in front of Elise's grave.

"Well, maybe she's mad they're making a scary ghost flick."

Delaney snorted as the boys dropped their stuff to the ground and prepared their shovels to dig. "I mean, is it really that scary?"

Dean and Sam began to dig up Elise's grave. It didn't take too long for the boys to get down to the coffin and Dean popped it open with a crowbar to reveal Elise's corpse that was now just bones. Delaney grabbed the salt and gasoline to pour into the coffin before Dean tossed a lit match into the coffin, the bones instantly catching on fire.

-°—✞——✞—°-

When the three arrived at the set the next day, they found out Jay, the producer, had died the night prior. His remains painted one of the white screens behind a large, industrial fan. There was blood and guts scattered everywhere and police littered the set as they investigated how Jay could have had a one on one match with the large fan.

"Run-in with a giant fan. Same thing happened to an electrician back in '66, a guy named Billy Beard," Sam informed Dean and Delaney who stood next to him, watching the police do their job.

"What the hell, guys?" Dean grumbled, turning away from the crime scene and began to walk away

"I don't know. It doesn't seem like Elise this time. Not her M.O."

Delaney chewed on her lip as she tried to figure out what could have done it this time. They already torched Elise and, as Sam said, this wouldn't have been how she killed Jay. He would have been hung just like Brad had. This was a different spirit. "We already torched her. We have to be dealing with another ghost. These things don't usually tag team, do they?"

"Stranger things have happened."

-°—✞——✞—°-

After McG, the director of the film, announced that they would be shutting down production for a few days to help the authorities and to show some respect to Jay and Brad, Dean rushed off to figure out where the electrician was buried. Sam and Delaney snuck back into the trailer to watch more of the dailies from the movie. 

The movie was awful between the bad acting and the horrible writing. At first she thought it was because everything written was so far off from how to actually get rid of a spirit. However, when she noticed that Sam looked just as bored and disgusted by it as she did, she realized it truly was just awful and didn't know how they were able to make a second one. If the first one was anything like this one, Delaney imagined it had to have done awful in the box office.

"Hey," Dean greeted as he entered to trailer, going over to the fridge and taking a water from a shelf on the door. "Turns out the electrician wasn't buried. Billy Beard was cremated."

Delaney groaned and pausing the DVD, happy to not have to be subjected to the awful acting any longer. "Great. Now what do we do?"

"No idea. Anymore ghost cameos in the dailies?"

"Not in the first six hours," Delaney answered, pressing play again to allow it to continue. "You know, maybe the ghosts are trying to do everyone a favor and get this movie shut down because they know it sucks. 'Cause, I mean, it kind of does."

As the DVD continued, Tara read from a old book and began to recite Latin from inside and Sam was quick to raise the volume on the TV as he sat up. "Guys, listen to that incantation. That's the real deal - a necromantic summoning ritual. What the hell is that doing in a Hollywood movie?"

After shutting down the TV, the three siblings rushed out of the trailer and made their way towards the writer's office that was across from Jay's office. A crew member was stood in front of Jay's door, scraping off his name from the door since he obviously was no longer around to be producer. 

Inside the writer's office, Marty paced the office as he spoke to someone on the phone. He held up a finger to the three to tell them he'd be with them in one moment. He finished up the phone call and placed the phone back down on his desk, turning to the siblings. "Guys, we're all shut down. What are you still doing here?"

"Yeah, uh... sorry, man," Sam stammered as he stepped inside the office with Dean and Delaney on either side of him. "We– we– we couldn't help ourselves. We just had to tell you that we read the script"

"And?" Marty prompted.

"It's... uh... awesome," Delaney lied through her teeth, feeling as if it were a sin to even say those words out loud. She mentally apologized to whatever god was out there for making such a blatant lie like that. 

Marty smiled at the flattery from Delaney and clapped his hands together. "I know. It's pretty rockin', right? I'm glad you guys liked it!"

"Yeah.. uh... we really loved all the attention to detail," Sam rambled with an awkward smile. 

"Dude, right on, that's my thing. I mean, you know, color me guilty, but that is me. I'm a total detail buff," Marty said, leaning against the front of his desk.

"I can tell. I mean, the way you worked in all those, all those Enochian summoning rituals and all the authentic language."

Marty's face fell at Sam's fake compliment, furrowing his eyebrows. "You mean all that Latin crap? No, man, that's Walter. Walter Dixon, the original writer. You like that garbage?"

The siblings exchanged confused glances because the Walter they knew was a P.A. However, it did make sense to Delaney now on why he was so annoyed when the crew tried to figure out what repelled ghosts. He clearly knew the right way and it pissed him off that he had been knocked off as a writer.

"Wait, Walter - the P.A. Walter?" Dean asked.

"No, he's not a P.A. He's got a clause in his contract that allows him to come on set," Marty answered, rounding his desk and taking a seat in his plush desk chair to be more comfortable.

"But he wrote the invocations?" Delaney clarified, just to make sure she was on track with what Marty said.

"He wrote a wackjob screenplay. There's no pace. There's no love interest. It's all wackadoo exposition," Marty ranted, clearly not happy with the direction Walter had wanted to go in. "I had to cut, like, ninety percent of it to make it readable. The other ten percent to make it good."

Delaney had new hunch on who was doing the killings and when she glanced to her brothers, the two seemed to have the same thought process as her. Walter was their new leading suspect.

-°—✞——✞—°-

Marty was nice and allowed the three to take the original screenplay which was originally titled Lord of the Dead. The script read like a manual on how to conjure up a spirit and get it to do whatever you asked it to do, like killing the studio executive and producer of the movie who ruined your original work. 

Delaney suggested they should do one more scope of the set, having a subtle feeling that something could be in there that they missed. Damn took a salt rifle with them and walked into the now empty studio, everyone having left after McG's speech about them closing down for a few days. The crime scene was still closed off with the yellow caution tape and Delaney froze when she heard two voices on the other side of the set.

"Isn't that Walter?" Delaney whispered, earning Dean and Sam's attention. "And Marty?"

"Well, guess we know who Walter's next victim is," Dean said and rushed off towards the sound of the voices as the large fan, much like the one Jay had gone through, kicked on. As he rounded the corner, he noticed a mauled up ghost dragging Marty towards the fan and shot off a round of salt guns at the ghost just before it could drag Marty into the fan.

Delaney shut the fan off and rounded it with Sam as Dean helped Marty stand to his feet. "What are you doing, Walter? Raising these spirits from the dead? Making them murder for you? That's playing with fire, Walter."

Walter turned and ran up the first flight of steps for the scaffolding, gripping onto the railing on the side as he faced the three siblings and Walter again. "You don't understand." He ran up the next flight of steps to the next landing.

"You know what, you're right. We don't understand," Sam answered, tilting his head back so he could look up at Walter who stood above the four now.

"Wait, look. You put your heart and soul into something, years of hard work - years. Then they take it and they crap all over it! Then - and then they want you to smile and say thank you."

"Walter, listen. It's just a movie. That's it," Delaney countered softly. Sure the executives wanted to change up Walter's vision, but that didn't give him the right to run around and kill them all off for it. That's not how life worked.

Walter bowed his head, shaking it as he heavily sighed. "Look, I got nothing against you guys, sweetheart. You're not part of this, okay? Just please - please, just leave. Martin's got to stay, though."

"Sorry, can't do that!" Dean yelled up to Walter. "It's not that we like him or anything. It's a matter of principle."

"Then I'm sorry, too."

Delaney gasped as Walter raised his arm and held up the talisman in his hand as he began to chant in Latin again. "Walter, pl - don't!"

The set around them began shake and three ghosts appeared in the trees to their right. The same one that had been helping Walter murder Jay and Brad. 

"Della!"

Delaney rushed over to Dean and Sam's side, watching as the three ghosts slowly walked towards her, Sam, Dean and Marty. All of them each mangled in their own horrific ways and Delaney felt like she had stumbled into her own horror movie. One that was actually, you know, good.

"Come on," Dean whispered, raising his gun to shoot at the three of them but they disappeared before he could fire the rifle.

Delaney furrowed her eyebrows, not being able to see the ghosts anywhere any longer. She was suddenly flung back and into the fake bushes behind her with a loud groan, spitting out whatever they used for fake dirt on set. She fought against the bile that rose in her throat at the awful taste and allowed Sam to help her back to her feet, letting him check her over for injuries.

"I'm fine," Delaney assured Sam who looked concerned before she was she ushered off by Dean to run in the opposite direction.

As the group ran, the lights on set began to short out, sparks flying this way and that. The four of them ran into another building and shut the door behind them while Dean reloaded his gun.

"Come out to the coast! We'll get together, have a few laughs," Dean quoted Bruce Willis from Die Hard.

"Seriously? Die Hard? Right now?" Delaney barked at Dean who merely shrugged at her. She turned around to inspect their new hiding spot when she realized that it wasn't a hiding spot at all. It was just the abandoned house set for the movie and the other side was wide open. They hadn't actually found another building, just another set on the same stage they were on. Winchester luck reared its ugly head once again.

Dean growled in frustration when he realized they weren't actually safe from the ghosts. "Oh, man!"

"I can't frickin' believe this. Ghosts are real," Marty gasped, his voice shaky with fear.

"Oh yeah? What makes you say that?" Dean remarked, glancing around them for any sign of the ghosts.

"I don't understand. How is Walter controlling them?" Marty questioned, keeping himself close to the wall behind him next to Sam.

Sam breathed heavily as he tried to catch his breath from running. "Probably that talisman." He froze as an idea occurred to him and fished out his cellphone from his pocket. "If film cameras pick these suckers up, then... maybe, uh..." He trailed off, scanning his phone around the room with his camera app open to find any ghosts.

Suddenly, he gasped and pointed to a vacant space next to the old couch a few feet from Dean. "Dean, right there!"

Dean turned quickly and shot the rifle blindly, but according to Sam he had thankfully shot whatever ghost had appeared on the camera. The next one was just a few feet away from the other one was, closer to the opened wall of the abandoned house set and Dean shot at it next when Sam prompted him to. 

Delaney glanced up to see Walter rushing above them on the upper level of the rafters. "You have to be shitting me. You guys stay here, I'm going after Walter."

Before either of her brothers could stop her plan, Delaney rushed off towards the back exit of the studio, figuring Walter would be trying to escape that way. Luckily, she was right and stood in Walter's way when he ran out of the back door. 

"It's over, Walter. Now give it to me."

Walter glared at Delaney and smashed the talisman on the ground. "There. Okay, now no one can have it."

Delaney stared down at the talisman in shock. This was not good at all. Well, at least for Walter it wouldn't be. "I wouldn't have done that if I were you."

"Oh yeah? Why not?"

Delaney gestured to the talisman that now laid in pieces on the ground just as Dean, Sam and Marty burst through the door Walter had just moments ago. "Maybe because you just freed them. My brothers and I can't stop them now. Walter, you brought them back... forced them to murder. They're not gonna be happy with you."

"Yeah? So, why not?" Walter challenged, backing away from Delaney, her brothers and Marty.

Walter suddenly fell to the ground and began to scream in pain. Blood seeped through his clothing and Delaney blinked in surprise at the sudden attack. Next to her, Sam raised the cell phone to see all of the ghosts were tearing Walter apart.

"I warned him."

-°—✞——✞—°-

A few days later, Delaney and Sam stood with Marty as the cast members filmed the newly written movie that Marty did based on the events he witnessed with the ghosts. It was actually a lot better than the original script and Delaney was impressed, especially with the acting that seemed way better than before. Maybe even the cast knew it was bogus and stupid so they weren't into it like they are now. 

McG yelled cut and walked over to the cast to congratulate them on a job well done on the scene. The same scene that the Winchesters and Marty went through in real life. 

"So, you find out there's an afterlife and this is what you do with it?" Delaney asked Marty with an amused grin.

"I needed a little jazz on the page," Marty replied from his seat next to the director's chair while Delaney stood next to him.

Deciding they should move on, Delaney and Sam bid their goodbyes to Marty and exited the set to look for Dean. He had been missing for the past hour and Lord only knew where he was. The two siblings strolled along the lot as they weaved in between trailers and stopped outside of Tara's trailer that rocked.

"Huh, Sammy, I wonder which one Dean is in," Delaney remarked, crossing her arms.

Sam rolled his lips into his mouth as Dean stumbled out of said trailer, looking disheveled and obvious sex hair that he didn't bother to fix. He tried not to laugh as Tara leant against the doorframe of her trailer in her fluffy blue robe.

"You are one hell of a P.A."

Dean smirked and winked at her. "Why, thank you."

Tara waved at the two younger Winchesters and went back into her trailer, closing the door shut behind her.

Dean fixed his jacket and gestured for Delaney and Sam to follow him back towards the Impala that was parked outside the lot. He grabbed a mini sandwich off the table they passed by and happily bit into it. 

"God, I love this town."

Delaney playfully rolled her eyes and nudged him in the side. Hollywood truly was a magical place.

AUTHORS NOTE

Hi hey hello!

We are officially down to the final FOUR CHAPTERS of Hunted. I am so ready for Chapter 20 (yes, i know it's still two chapters away) yall like you don't even KNOW! I cannot believe how close we are to Season 3 already, guys. I have been so ready for Season 3 for a while now and the fact that I'm so close to writing it is WILD ! Ya girl is ready to RUIN SOME EMOTIONS!