"Dean, what are you doing?" Harry yelled as we all followed Dean into another room.

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

"A horrible little life." Maggie commented.

"A lonely life." I added as realization dawned on me, and Dean too apparently.

"A Cold War life." We said in sync. "He was scared."

"Scared of what?"

"Dean, Leona, where are you going?" Harry yelled as we started running.

"Wait Dean, Leona." Ed called.

We reached a lower level with the others in tow.

"What are you doing?" Maggie asked.

"Guys like Daggett, the ones who were really scared of the ruskies." Dean started.

"They built bombshelters." I added.

"I'm guessing, he's got one." Dean finished as he tried to open a door. "And I bet you, it's in the basement."

"And it would make sense with the coldness and humidity, I felt." I pointed out, as Dean, Spruce and I went through the now open door, before it closed back up.

"Woah." I heard from the outside.

"That is not funny." Ed said. "Can you..."

"Uhm, who closed the door?" Spruce asked.

"My money's on Daggett." I said through my struggle with trying to open the door. "He wants to separate us."

"Ed, listen to me." Dean yelled from our side of the door. "There is some salt in my duffle. Make a circle and get inside."

"Inside your duffle bag?" Ed asked for a brief pause.

"Inside the salt, you idiot!" Dean and I yelled in sync.

Shortly after, we heard shuffling, and we decided to keep going.

"You still got the knife, I gave you?" Dean asked.

"Right here." I showed it to him briefly. "Don't go anywhere without it."

"Good, you might need it." He muttered.

"You don't say."

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Spruce asked as Dean and I searched the basement for a way inside the bomb shelter.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Earlier, you two and Sam." Spruce started. "He said you had two months left?"

"Oh believe me, that's not something, you wanna know." I added, continuing to look.

"It's complicated. A while ago, Sam..." Dean answered before stopping himself. "No, no, no, I'm not going to whine about my fucking problems to some fucking reality show. I am gonna do my fucking job."

"And you wonder, where I learned my swearwords." I mumbled.

"Is it cancer?" Spruce asked.

"Shut up." Dean yelled.

"You hear that?" I said.

"What?"

"It sounds like birthday songs and someone is talking." I looked towards a bookcase, which I lifted away to reveal a secret door.

"Well done, Cub." Dean chuckled.

"Waow, you're strong." Spruce said, making me roll my eyes.

We struggled to get the door open, but when it finally gave away, it wasn't a moment too late. We saw Freeman Daggett about to stab Sam in the neck with a metal spike. Dean quickly shot Daggett, while I ran over to cut him lose.

"Oh god." I heard Spruce mutter. "Oh no, Corbett." It made me look up and see the dead body of Corbett.

"So what's this Daggett guy's problem?" Spruce asked as we helped Sam back, where we came from.

"Loneliness." Sam answered.

"He has never heard of a real doll?" Dean snarked, making me frown.

"No, Daggett was Norman Bates stuff your mother kinda lonely." Sam clarified. "That's why he lifted these bodies from the morgue. He threw himself a birthday party, except they were the only ones, who would come. Anyways, so at midnight he sealed them in the bomb shelter and went upstairs and OD'd on horsetranqs."

"How do you know all of this?" I asked.

"Cause he told me."

"Oh, that's new." I muttered.

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"Okay, so now that he's dead, same song, different verse?" Dean said. "Trying to get people to come to his party?"

"Pretty much, yeah. " Sam answered. And they have to stay forever."

"Are those real bullets?" Spruce asked as Dean reloaded his shotgun. Honestly, I wouldn't have noticed, if he hadnt commented. I guess that is, how used I have become to it.

"It's rock salt." Dean said.

Later on we reached the door, which had slammed shut before, and Dean was currently trying to use a metal rod of some sorts to break it down.

"Seriously?" I heard from Sam. "You're still shooting?"

"Just ignore it." I muttered to him, as I tried to kick the door down along with Dean's insistent hammering on the door.

"It makes him feel better, don't ask." Dean added to my explanation.

"Woah, guys?" I heard from Spruce. "Getting a ghost real thing. Something's coming. Oh my god!"

I turned around to see Daggett attack Spruce. "Hey, idjit." I yelled running towards him with my knife out. He let go of Spruce and focused on dodging my blade instead. I caught him with it, making him disappear temporarily.

When he reappeared, I readied myself for battle once more. He was relentless and threw me into a wall and did the same with Sam and Dean.

"This is bad." I vaguely heard Spruce say. "Very bad."

All of the sudden. Corbett's ghost appeared and attacked Daggett. Their energies cancelled each other out, making them both disappear.

"You're alright, guys?" Spruce asked whilst still filming us.

"Yeah, we are good." I answered.

Morning finally arrived after an exhausting night of death, chaos and a weird drama thingy.

I couldn't wait to get away from this house and get myself some sleep and food. Especially, meat. Lots and lots of meat.

Sam and Dean gave the Ghostfacers their phone numbers, so they could contact them instead of going hunting on their own, and off we were.

Or at least, we thought we were.

Low and behold, we were sitting in their lair and watching the episode, they had recorded. Sam, Dean and I all shared a look of disgust and confusion of the episode.

The Ghostfacers were all sitting around us, waiting for our reaction.

"So guys?" Ed asked. "What do you think?"

Dean wiped away a fake tear, while Harry asked him, if he was alright.

"You know what, I think it was actually half awesome." Dean smirked.

"Half awesome?" Maggie was ecstatic from the review. "That's full on good, right?."

"Yeah, and it is bizarre, how y'all are able to honor Corbett's memory, while grossly exploiting the matter of his death, well done." Sam commented.

"Yeah, that's a real tightrope, you guys are walking." Dean added.

"But you are at least holding your balance. Most of the time at least." I grinned.

"Alright, guys." Sam said as we all rose from our seats.

"Nah, that's reality, man." Ed said. "Corbett gave his life searching for the truth, and it is our job over here to share it with the world."

"Right, well our experience." Sam commented. "You know what you get. when you show the world the truth?"

"A straightjacket or a punch in the face." Dean answered. "Sometimes both."

"Or a trigger-happy guy coming for you." I added.

"Oh come on, guys, don't be facer haters because we happen to have the footage of a century." Harry cockily replied.

"Oh yeah." Ed added.

We looked to one another.

"You got us there." Dean said.

"Yeah." Sam added.

"Well, see you guys around." I said with the sarcasm dripping thick from my voice.

"Yeah." We heard from Harry.

"Peace out." Spruce added.

As soon as we got out the door, we ran to the Impala.

"You think, we're clean?" Sam asked as we reached the Impala.

A collective 'no' and following commotion sounded from the house.

"I think, we are." I laughed as we popped into the car.

"Electromagnet." Dean said as we had gotten seated. "Wiped out every tape and hard drive, they had."

"The World just isn't ready for the Ghostfacers." Sam said.

"That's too bad." Dean smiled. "I kinda liked the show."

"It had its moment." Sam chuckled.

"I must say, I did like some of the more professional characters." I giggled.

"Let's get you home, Cub." Dean sent me a smile though the rearview mirror.