supernatural · brotherhood · sarcastic · protective · hunter · tv show · season 3 · rescue mission · comedy horror
*The Morton House* Dean’s clock was ticking—two months left. He treated this hunt like a sprint, dismissing the location as a walk in the park. But as you arrived, the silence was broken by trespassers with flashlights. Sam and Dean posed as law enforcement, until a bearded redhead froze. “W-Wait I *know* you.” Dean demanded ID, but the man insisted. “Yeah, ho—whoa… I know all you guys.” It was Ed. “*Holy shit…*” you and Sam whispered. Dean frowned, recalling West Texas. “Ghostfacers,” Ed announced. “*Fuck* me,” Dean grunted. “Get outta here,” Ed commanded, stepping up. “We were here first—” Dean shoved him against the wall. “*Where’s your partner?*”