Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 3

Ghostfacers- Part 1

"Dean, are you sure you know where you're going?" You asked, looking at the house in question on your phone. You, Sam and Dean, picked up a case at a famous house called the Morton House. The story you read online is that a janitor was killed at the local hospital and his spirit started killing people. Every leap year, at midnight on February 29th, the spirit of that janitor haunts his house and the restless spirit along with any human to enter the house after midnight, become trapped until the next day.

"Yes, I know where I'm going." Dean mocked you. He drove slowly through the narrow path leading to the house. He'd been driving through the woods for a while and you thought Dean became lost. However, if that were the case, it wasn't like you could stop and ask for directions. Dean drove a little more until you saw the house in question.

"Wow, this just screams creepy." You muttered. Dean drove up to the house and slowed it to a crawl. You held up your flashlight towards the house to see if you could see anything but you were still too far away.

"I can't see anything. Just pull around back." You said, turning off your flashlight. Dean grunted and he pulled away from the house, driving around the back. When you got there, you frowned when you found a car already there.

"Who the hell is here?" You asked as you got out of the house.

"Great, some teenagers probably." Sam sighed as Dean opened the trunk. You grabbed your shotgun and your regular gun, Sam and Dean doing the same.

"What are we going to do? We can't do our job and worry about a bunch of kids. This ghost is going to be gone for the next 4 years. We need to do this now." You said, walking away from the car and towards the house.

"Don't worry, we'll get them out," Dean said, confident in his decision. You sighed and climbed the back steps before opening the door. You were thankful it wasn't locked. You crept inside, your flashlight on with your gun in front of you. Even with people in here, you needed to be safe. You walked down the hallway, the Winchesters right behind you. You heard voices come from one of the rooms and you sighed, walking in,

"Okay, oh no!" A man yelped when he saw you and the Winchesters come in.

"Freeze! Police officers! Don't move!" Dean yelled at them and whoever was in the room froze, scared.

"Alright. Alright. Alright. Take it easy, take it easy." Sam tried to calm down the other people in the room. Dean didn't like his hunts becoming messy. He needed these people out of here.

"Let's see some identification," Dean stated.

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

"What—are we under arrest?" The same man as before asked.

"We are unarmed." Another man with scruffy ginger hair said. You frowned and shined your flashlight on the man's face, recognizing him immediately. That was Ed Zeddmore from HellHoundsLair.com. You did a job with them back in Texas with the Tulpa. They were the amateur ghost hunters.

"I know you," Ed stated.

"Yeah, sure you do. Give me some identification." Dean said, not recognizing him.

"Holy shit, Dean, we know this man." You said.

"We do? What?"

"Uh, West Texas... the... the Tulpa we had to take out. Those two shitheads that almost got us killed... The hellhounds website?" You said, looking at Ed who stared at you.

"You remember me? I certainly remember you." Ed smirked a bit. You knew they had a bit of a crush on you back then but you thought they would forget you.