Bonds Tested

Ghostfacers! -- Ed and Harry

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"I don't want to hear it again, Lottie, you're not going!" Dean exclaims as I trot after him and Sam.

"Oh, come on, Dean!" I whine impatiently. "It's the Morton House, I won't have any chance like this for another four years. Please?" I ask with a bat of my eyelashes.

"Absolutely not!" Dean barks at me.

"Quiet," Sam urges.

"Just--" Dean clicks his tongue irritably. "Stay close to me. Can't have junior getting hurt."

Sam and I share an amused glance before hurrying after him. The house is old and musty, but there's obvious signs of someone fooling around in here. "Freeze! Police, don't move!" Dean barks as we find a pair down a hallway.

"All right, all right, all right!" A boy yelps in sheer terror.

"Let's see some identification," Sam orders as we surge forward.

"Come on," Dean adds.

"Let's see some ID!" Sam snaps.

"What-- are we under-- under arrest?" The boy whimpers.

"We are unarmed." The other mentions, and I recognize him immediately. I fight back a groan.

"You wanna explain that weirdo outfit, Mr. Corbett?" Dean asks.

"Whoa," Ed hums. "I know you guys."

"Yeah, sure you do, give me some identification." Dean retorts.

"Yeah, ho-- whoa, hold on a second." Ed cuts him off. "I could never forget her." Ed mentions. I cup at my face in embarrassment. "Yeah, I know all three of you."

"Holy shit--" Sam trails off.

"What?" Dean asks.

I sigh and palm at my face. "Uh, West Texas--" I mention. "The Tulpa we had to take out, those two goofballs that almost got us killed... The... Hellhounds or something?" I ask irritably.

"Fuck me--" Dean groans.

"Yeah, we're not Hellhounds anymore, okay?" Ed retorts. "Okay, it didn't test out that well."

"Ed, what's going on?" Corbett asks nervously.

"They're not cops, buddy-- no, not at all." Ed mentions.

"Ed, Ed, you had a partner, didn't you? A different guy?" Dean asks.

"Oh, yeah, yeah." Ed nods.

"Is he around somewhere?" Dean asks.

"He's uh, running around, chasing ghosts."

"Okay, well, listen, you and Rambo need to get your girlfriends and get out of here." Dean explains.

Ed chuckles. "All right. Listen here, chisel chest, okay?" My eyebrows quirk up. Chisel chest? That's a new one. "We were here first. We've already set up base camp. We beat you."

Dean turns to us and a cute smirk. "They were here first." Dean mentions. Arousal blooms in my belly as he grasps Ed's shirt and slams him into the wall. "Ed?" Ed whimpers out a response. "Where's your partner?"

"S-Second floor." Ed confesses.

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"What are you doing at Morton House, Ed? On Leap Year-- what are you thinking?" Dean asks irritably as we go to their base camp.

"We're here to spend the night, okay? It's for our TV show." Ed explains.

"What? Great. Perfect." Sam grumbles.