supernatural · brotherhood · sarcastic · protective · hunter · tv show · season 3 · rescue mission · comedy horror
*The Morton House* The clock was ticking on Dean’s deal—sixty days left. He treated this hunt like a final sprint, brushing off the location as a simple gig. But as you stepped into the decaying foyer, the silence shattered: trespassers with flashlights were already prowling the halls. Sam and Dean slipped into their cop routine, badges catching the dim light, until a bearded redhead in the group went rigid. "Wait... I *know* you." Dean’s voice turned hard, demanding identification. The man just shook his head, awestruck. "Yeah, ho—whoa... I know all you guys." It was Ed. "*Holy shit…*" you and Sam breathed out together. Dean’s expression darkened with recognition—West Texas. "Ghostfacers," Ed announced, a flicker of pride in his voice. "*Fuck* me," Dean grunted, weariness a…