Supernatural One Shots

Ghost Facers

Dean goes off on the Ghost Facers when they interfere with a hunt for their show and almost get you killed.

Y/N = Your name. (this is written from your point of view)

We were in the middle of a vengeful spirit hunt, and I was trying to do my part. I was running around helping Dean look for the body. All we had figured out was that it was somewhere inside this house. The spirit had Sam trapped in a hidden room already, so it was down to me and Dean.

I was working the room, feeling for a trap door when I heard the door open behind me. I spun around quickly, expecting the ghost. But instead, I liked what I saw even less. There in front of me stood the damn Ghost Facers. "What are you losers doing here?" I said harshly.

They looked offended, "The Winchesters, of course. We should've known you freaks would be here."

I rolled my eyes. We're the freaks? At least what we do saves people, and gets souls to rest.

"You guys should leave." I snapped as I turned back to my task of searching.

They came into the room anyway and stood next to me, their damn camera in my face. The one with glasses scoffed at me, "And why would we do that?"

Before I could answer his dumb-ass question the spirit appeared in the room. Shit. I had no salt laid out anywhere. They both hit the wall in fear, "That's why, morons."

The spirit charged at me, I let out an involuntary scream as I ducked. I rolled away and watched as it hit right where I had just been standing.

"Get out of here, idiots!" I yelled at the Ghost Facer morons as they stood there in fear.

The spirit charged me again, I had no iron or salt to save myself, and I couldn't get out of the room. The ghost smirked at me, knowing it had me trapped.

Just as I braced for it to attack me there was a whooshing sound and I looked up to see Dean had hit it with an iron bar. He quickly helped me to my feet. "Come on, baby. That thing's coming back, and soon. I found his body, let's go."

I followed him at a run down the hallway. We were fast in getting salt and starter fluid all over the bones. Then Dean lit the couple matches from his pocket and it went up in flames. He looked over at me and pulled me into his chest with a big sigh.

Then he pulled back and looked me over, "Are you alright?" I nodded as his hands held my face. "Thank God." He said and kissed my forehead. "What the hell happened back there?" He asked angrily now that he knew I was okay; but it seemed like he already had an idea.

"I was searching, and didn't see him coming. Those damn guys..."

His jaw flexed. He immediately dropped his hands and turned to go back down the hallway. "I swear to God I'll rip their lungs out!" He yelled.

I followed after him, knowing better than to try to stop him.

We went in the room, and the Ghost Facers were still standing there shaking. "You damn MORONS!" Dean yelled, standing in front of their only way out.

They both jumped at his volume, but then stupidly smiled at him. "Oh, Dean Winchester. How funny running into you here."

"You better just shut the hell up, because you idiots just almost cost my girlfriend her damn life! How many times do we have to talk about you staying out of REAL shit?! How many times are we going to go through this same crap!?"

They both looked annoyed and pissed. "Hey, we have just as much right to be at these places as you do you know."

Sam appeared next to me as Dean chuckled; but we knew that laugh. He was actually so beyond pissed that it was turning into laughter, which wasn't a good sign for these idiots.

"I swear you idiots just don't get it! You think this is all fun and games, for some crappy ass show or movie or whatever it is now. But you still don't realize that not only can you get yourself killed by doing this stupid shit without proper knowledge, but you almost got someone else killed! Don't you remember your friend?! If I hadn't heard her scream you'd all be dead right now! You better be thanking God I got here in time to save her, because you almost cost me the love of my life! And I don't think you'd want that on your hands as long as I'm alive!"

Sam made a face. Dean was slowly getting closer to the now scared looking pair of nerds. Sam put his hand on Dean's shoulder, "Dean, come on. Y/n and I are both alright. These morons are going to end up learning their lesson one day when we aren't here to save them."

Dean huffed and looked between me and Sam then pointed at the Ghost Facers, "Next time, I'll just let it kill you."