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Part 2

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A few weeks passed without the Ghostfacers running into the Winchesters. Both parties began to breathe a little easier, thinking that they would be allowed to once more return to their hunting in separate circles.

But nothing is ever so simple, so easy.

You followed Ed and Harry through the empty office building, EMF detectors in hand. They spoke to each other occasionally, giving read-offs from their devices. You didn’t think the building was the source of the hauntings. This one screamed demonic attachment rather than haunted location, but you let the Ghostfacers do their job.

But then you heard something from a lower level. You paused, listening.

“We have visitors,” you said.

“Visitors?” Harry asked.

“Like the ghostly kind?” Ed asked.

You shook your head once.

“What is it?” Harry asked, stepping over to you.

You continued to listen, your face hardening when you realized what the source of the noise was. “Oh, no.”

Ed and Harry shared a look before the door in front of them opened. They screamed but managed to make it sound almost manly.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Dean said, standing in the doorway. “You three? Again?”

Ed and Harry shared a look; they were just as upset at being reunited.

“All right, scram,” Dean said, stepping in. “Let the real hunters do their job.”

“We were here first,” Harry said.

“Have you found anything?” Sam asked.

“No.”

“Because you don’t know what you’re doing,” Dean said.

“Fine,” you said. “We’ll go.”

“What?” the four men asked.

“If you think you can find something here, we’ll leave you to it. We’re just going to stop by the file room and then be on our way.”

“File room?” Sam asked. “What’s in the file room?”

“Files.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Why do you want to go to the file room?”

“Ed and Harry are considering getting a second job.”

Dean snorted.

“Come,” you said to Ed and Harry, stepping from the room.

“What are we doing?” Harry asked once the three of you were away from the eavesdropping ears of the Winchesters.

“I don’t think this building is the cause of the problems. We need to look into the workers.”

“The workers?” Ed asked. “So, what? You’re thinking…”

“Demonic attachment.”

The Ghostfacers shared a look but followed you down to the file room. “So, what are we looking for?” Harry asked, looking at the half-dozen filing cabinets lining the walls. “You can’t expect us to go through all the files.”

“Recent hires. Or anyone who’s taken numerous vacation days. Or anyone who's had complaints against them or recent meetings with HR.”

Thankfully, the office had its paperwork under control. There was a drawer of HR meetings, a drawer of recent hires, and a small stack of ‘confidential’ files—those for employees who had numerous problems and checkmarks against their name.

The three of you looked through the files. You had no answers—any of these people could be the source. You ran your fingers over the ink, asking for Chuck to give you some sort of clue as to which person you should look into.

“Find anything?”

The three of you turned, finding the Winchesters once more behind you. “Thought you were investigating upstairs,” you said.

“Come on, sweetheart, this room’s big enough for all of us,” Dean said, that damn smirk on his face. Even Sam looked disgusted at his brother’s flirtatious attempts.

“Find anything interesting in here?” Sam asked.

“No,” Ed said.

“And even if we did, we wouldn’t tell you,” Harry added.

“Look, I know why you’re down here,” Sam said. “You don’t think it’s the building. You think it’s the people.”

The Ghostfacers shared a look. “It was Y/N’s idea,” Ed said, throwing you under the bus, not wanting to be judged for having a stupid idea.

“Well, I think she might be right,” Sam said, glancing at you. “The building’s too new. And it hasn’t had any problems before now.”

“I could tell you were smart,” Dean said. “Just one more thing I like about you.”

Before Sam could even give his brother a bitch-face, Harry swung out and punched Dean in the jaw. It didn’t cause much damage (after all, Harry wasn’t really known for working out or having much physical prowess), but it was enough to shock everyone in the room.

“What the hell?!” Dean said when he found his voice again, his hand reaching up and prodding the place of impact.

“That’s what you get,” Ed and Sam said at the same time with a resigned sort of tone.

Harry shook his hand a little, the knuckles already red. He grabbed an armful of files. “We’ll take these. You can have the rest.” He stepped from the room, you close behind him.

Ed picked up a few more files that he’d been looking at before skirting around the Winchesters.

“When will you learn?” Sam said with a shake of his head.

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Part 1

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Even though they’d been sassed, Dean and Sam couldn’t resist following the Ghostfacers to the diner. They found the two ‘paranormal hunters’ and their angel a few blocks away, sitting at a corner table. Dean pulled a chair up from the neighboring table, the screeching noise drawing the attention of the few other drunken diner patrons. Sam raised a hand awkwardly, apologizing for his brother before slowly sinking into the chair next to Ed. Cas stood behind Dean, glaring at you.

“So,” Dean said, sitting in the chair backward, folding his arms over the back of the chair. “You’re an angel.”

“Yes,” you said, staring at him. “I thought I had already explained that.”

“I’m just… finding it hard to believe that you’re working with these two.”

“Do you really think it wise to insult the humans in my care in front of me?”

“You’ll have to forgive him,” Sam said. “Dean doesn’t usually think before speaking.”

“Hm.” You glanced up at Cas. “An interesting pair of humans you have in your charge, brother.”

Cas’ mouth was a thin, hard line, his brow creased with disapproval.

“Why them?” Dean asked, drawing your attention.

“What do you mean?”

“If you wanted to work with humans, why would you choose Ed and Harry?”

“Because they needed help and seemed a worthy cause.”

“Well, they certainly need help.”

“Dean,” Sam chided.

“And how many times a week do you ask my brother for help?”

“Easy, Y/N,” Harry said quietly.

Dean narrowed his eyes slightly. “But surely if you wanted to help humans, you could choose a worthier cause.” He gave you a smile, looking very much like a snake about to sink its fangs in. “Come on. Leave the losers and come with my brother and me.”

“You already have an angel on your side.”

“True. But we don’t have a beautiful woman on our side.” Dean scooted the chair closer to you. “Trust me, sweetheart, I can treat you better than either of these losers could.”

You glared at Dean for a moment before leaning over and giving Harry a small kiss, right on the lips. Everyone at the table besides Ed looked surprised.

“Go tell the waitress we would like our pie to-go,” you told Harry.

“Right. Yes. Of course.” Harry quickly stood, heading for the counter. Ed followed after him as you stood, looking down at the Winchesters.

“I have my team and you have yours. Should we ever need to collaborate, I would be more than willing to help you. But you have your angel. I am Harry’s.”

The Winchesters watched as you stepped over to Harry, slipping your hand into his. He gave you a smile as he led you out of the diner, Ed following behind with the bag of to-go pie.

“That… was so weird,” Dean said.

“She would never go for you,” Cas said, slowly taking the seat that you had vacated.

Part 2

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“This is stupid.”

“Be nice,” Sam said through slightly gritted teeth.

“Shh,” you said (among a chorus of tiny hisses). You finished speckling the grey face paint with spots of white, giving it an aged look. “There. All done.”

Sam had seen his reflection slightly in your sunglasses but he turned to the mirror behind him, getting the full look. He was impressed; he really did look like he’d been made of stone.

“Wow,” he said. “This is awesome.”

“Why’re you so thrilled about wearing makeup?” Dean said. His fingers twitched, the urge to scratch his face ever-present. “It’s girly and itchy.”

“You’re the one who loves Halloween,” you said, capping the makeup and tossing it in your bag. “And you didn’t have any other costume suggestions.”

“Yeah, but–”

“Dude, give it up. You can either go wash it off and stay home alone, or you can man up and come out and have fun with Y/N and me.”

Dean glared at his brother. “Fine.”

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“Whoa! That’s so cool!”

You smiled at the small child whose gaze was fixed on your snakes. This was one of the reasons you loved Halloween—you could pass off your natural appearance as a really intense costume. No one suspected the snakes were real; they all thought they were really cool animatronics.

“Better be careful, Billy,” the child’s mother said with a smile. “Looks like Medusa’s already claimed a few victims.”

Sam and Dean were frozen behind you, looking like real stone statues.

“Here,” you said, reaching into your bag and grabbing a few small candy bars. “Happy Halloween.”

“Thank you, lady!”

The child and his mother moved along towards the next house. You and the Winchesters continued on your walk.

“You know this is kind of the opposite of trick or treating, right?” Dean said. “The people handing out the candy stay put while the kiddos come to us.”

“Yeah, well, your bunker doesn’t really welcome visitors of any kind. And it’s not like we could set up shop on someone else’s porch.”

“Still,” Dean said. “This is… weird.”

You sighed and reached once more into your bag. You pulled out a full-sized candy bar, one of the few you’d thrown in just for this occasion. “Here. Eat this and pipe down. Some of us are trying to enjoy the holiday.”

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*Harry Spangler-centric

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“Harry, please. I’m begging you. Call them in.”

“We don’t need their help, Y/N.”

“Harry, we haven’t slept in weeks. And the baby’s not even here. In a few days, that’s all gonna change. I need as much sleep as I can get now.”

“Ed and I have this covered, sweetheart. It’s in our job description, remember?”

You pushed yourself off the couch, waddling over to Harry. “You and Ed are great at what you do. But even the greatest people need to ask for help sometimes.” You took one of Harry’s hands in yours, placing it on your belly. “Please, Harry. Do it for Alan.”

Harry looked down at your stomach, a small smile on his face. “Okay. I’ll call them. But you gotta know how much it’ll pain me.”

You pressed a small kiss to his cheek. “Think of how much pain I’ll be in when I give birth.”

Harry grimaced as he pulled his phone out. He scrolled through his contacts until he came to the one he was looking for. He took a breath and punched DIAL.

“Hello?”

“Dean! It’s Harry… from Ghostfacers.”

“What do you want?”

“I, uh… well, I need a little help with something.”

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The doorbell rang a few hours later. You made your way, slowly, to the door.

“Whoa,” Dean said when you opened it, his eyes dropping immediately to your stomach. “Who’re you?”

“Y/N. You must be the Winchesters.”

“Harry around?”

“Yeah, come on in.” You stepped back, letting the Winchesters step past you. “Follow me.” You led them through the house, into the kitchen. You opened the door that led to the basement. “He’s downstairs. I’d take you down there, but he doesn’t want me messing around with his stuff. And he doesn’t want me near the stairs in my condition.”

The Winchesters gave you a nod before heading downstairs.

“I thought I told you to stay away from the stairs,” Harry said, not looking up.

“I thought that rule was only for heavily pregnant women,” Dean said.

Harry’s head snapped up. “Holy crap, you’re here!”

“Told you we would be, didn’t we?”

“Why’d you call us?” Sam asked.

“And who’s the preggo upstairs?”

“Y/N, my wife.”

“Wife?” Dean’s brow raised. “Wow, did not expect you to be married.”

“Why, because I’m not as tall and muscular and handsome as you?”

Sam and Dean shared a look. Sam cleared his throat. “So… we’re here because…?”

“Right. Sorry.” Harry stood up, stepping close. “Look,” he said, voice lower. “There’s been some… activity going on around here…”

“Well, obviously. How else would Y/N end up like that?”

Harry scowled at Dean. “I mean ghost activity.”

“So?”

“So… Ed and I haven’t been able to stop it. And it’s really starting to bother Y/N and she wanted me to call you in. She’s due in like, a week and she doesn’t want a ghost around here when the baby comes and stress isn’t good for pregnant women and--”

“Okay, okay,” Sam said, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Calm down. Stress isn’t good for pregnant women but it’s also not good for expectant fathers.”

Harry nodded.

“Let’s just… go upstairs. You and Y/N can tell us what’s been going on and then Dean and I can figure out a plan.”

The trio headed upstairs, finding you in the kitchen.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

At that moment, the oven beeped. You awkwardly bent over and pulled a tray of cookies out, setting them before the men. “Alan decided he needed peanut butter cookies now.”

“You should be sitting, relaxing.”

“Harry, I’m fine. Promise.” Your hand dropped to your stomach, pressing lightly. “And Alan’s fine, too.”

“Here,” Harry slipped an arm around you, leading you to the kitchen table. “Sit. Sam and Dean want to know about the stuff that’s been going on.”

And so half an hour (and twenty cookies) later, Dean leaned back from the table. “Well, everything sounds like it lines up. Ghost. You ever have anything like this happen before?”

“I mean, there’s been some small stuff ever since we moved in,” Harry said. “But the activity’s increased ever since…”

“Since?”

“Since I got pregnant,” you said.

“Hm. Well, we can look around, look into the history of the house,” Sam said. “See if any of the previous residents seem like the type to stick around. Check the local graveyards, etcetera.”

“Thank you,” Harry said. “Really.”

Sam and Dean thanked you for the cookies and headed for the door.

“Listen,” Harry said, following after them. “Could I… help you guys out? I feel like I need to prove to Y/N that I know what I’m doing, that I’m doing everything I can to protect her and the baby.”

Sam and Dean shared a look. “Just a moment,” Dean said. He led Sam out to the porch, backs to Harry. “Rock, paper, scissors.”

“What?” Sam asked. “Who’s the loser? The guy who stays here or the one who takes Harry with them?”

Dean grimaced. “Winner gets to decide which post they want.”

Sam nodded and, of course, won. “I’ll stay here. Those cookies were pretty good.”

“You son of a bitch,” Dean grumbled. He turned back to Harry. “All right, Ghostfacer, come on.”

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A few days (and a few broken dishes via ghost) later, the culprit was found. Dean and Harry prepared the trunk, ready to go for the salt and burn.

“We’ll be back soon,” Harry said, kissing your forehead. “Hopefully your contractions don’t get any closer until we’re done.”

“Mmhmm.” You and Sam watched as Dean drove off.

“You okay?” Sam asked, noting your grimace of pain, the whiteness of your knuckles as you gripped the windowsill.

“I… might’ve forgotten to tell Harry something.”

“What?”

“My contractions have been happening since last night. And now they’re about…” You glanced at your watch. “Three minutes apart.”

“What?! Y/N, you need to go to the hospital!”

You shook your head. “I can’t.”

“Why?”

“My water broke.”

“What?! When?”

“A few minutes before Harry had to leave. Look, there’s… there’s no time. And Harry’s gone and he’s doing what he needs to…” You looked up at Sam. “I know we just met, but… I really need your help.”

“Help?”

You moaned in pain as another contraction hit. “We’re about to get real personal, real quick.”

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“Holy crap, that was exciting!” Harry said, practically vibrating with excitement as he slid into the front seat.

“Easy, tiger,” Dean said, starting the car.

“I can’t wait to tell Y/N the good news,” Harry said, pulling out his phone. “Y/N! Wait, Sam? What? What’s happening? WHAT?” Harry turned to Dean. “Y/N’s having a baby!”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.”

“I mean, like, right now! She’s having the baby right now!”

“Oh, shit.” Dean slammed Baby into drive, tires squealing slightly as he pulled out.

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Harry leaped from the car before Dean had parked it. He ran into the house and up the stairs. “Y/N!”

“In here!” Sam called.

Harry burst into the bedroom, finding you in the attached bath, sitting in the tub. A pile of old towels was around you and Sam was between your legs.

“Come on,” Sam said. “Push… I think we’re almost there.”

You grunted in pain, holding onto your knees.

“Baby, I’m here,” Harry said, jumping over Sam and crouching next to you. “I’m here.”

“Did you… take care of… the ghost?” you asked, panting.

“Yes, everything’s fine, but you don’t need to be worrying about that right now.”

“Come on, Y/N,” Sam said. “Almost there…”

“Whoa,” Dean said, stepping in and immediately darting out. “I’ll just, uh… stay out here.”

“Call an ambulance,” Sam called over his shoulder.

“What?! You mean you didn’t already do that?!”

“We were a little crunched on time!”

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The Winchesters stood on the porch, watching as you and the baby were loaded into the ambulance, Harry pulling himself inside when the paramedic told him it was okay.

“This was… interesting,” Dean said, holding a hand up and waving to Harry as the ambulance disappeared.

“I never want to do that again.”

Dean looked over at his brother. “You did good.” He studied Sam’s shirtfront. “But you should probably burn that shirt. It’s got some… stuff on it.”

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Part 1

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“Will you stop staring at me?” Sam asked as the brothers headed back to the motel.

“Sorry. I’m just… trying to imagine what it would look like if your hair was snakes.”

“What?”

“Like that girl, Y/N. The gorgonzola or whatever.”

Sam shook his head slightly. “Gorgon.”

“Right. Snake-head McBlindy.”

“You know she could have killed you with a single look, right?”

Dean shifted slightly, turning back to the road. “Do you think she could really turn people to stone just by looking at them?”

“That’s the legend.”

“But that ghoul wasn’t stone.”

“Maybe it doesn’t work on ghouls the way it works on humans.”

Dean chewed on the inside of his lip. “Man, this is just like when someone tells you not to do something. Now all I want to do is look at her eyes, see what happens.”

“Bad idea, man.”

“I didn’t say I was going to. Besides, I doubt we’ll ever see her again.”

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A few weeks later, Dean and Sam were camping out at another diner, mindlessly wasting time while waiting for midnight so they could go in and clear out the vamp’s nest down the street.

“You two here for the vamp nest?” you asked, sliding into the booth next to Sam.

The Winchesters were startled for a moment. “Y/N?” Sam asked, really only recognizing you because of the beanie and sunglasses.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” Dean said. “Do you only come out at night or something?”

“It’s easier to go along unnoticed at night.” You paused. “So… vamps?”

“Unless you already dusted ‘em.” Dean was quiet for a moment. “Does your stone vision work on vamps? And does it actually turn people to stone?”

Even with your sunglasses on, Dean could feel the death glare he was getting. “You really want to know?” you finally asked, voice as hard as… well, stone.

Dean sheepishly bowed his head, forking another mouthful of pie into his face.

“How’d you find us?” Sam asked.

You shrugged. “I frequent 24-hour diners. I figured we would run into each other again. Just coincidence that it was tonight.”

“Okay,” Dean said, scraping the last bit of blueberry from his plate. “Let’s go.” He tossed a bill on the table and scooted from the booth.

You stood, letting Sam pass you. He got out of the booth and turned to you.

“You, uh… want to come along?”

You shook your head slightly. “We should probably split…”

“Right. Of course.”

“Because there’s actually a second nest across town…?”

“There is?”

You nodded. “I was going to deal with it tomorrow, but if you and your brother are okay with dealing with the one down the street…”

“Sounds good.”

Dean stepped back up to you two. “What the hell is taking so long?”

“There’s a second nest.”

“What?”

“I got it,” you said, pushing your sunglasses up the bridge of your nose. “But, uh… we can meet up at my motel later? Make sure everything’s good?”

Dean looked from you to his brother. “Whatever. Let’s go.”

Sam dug into his pocket, finding one of the FBI business cards he had. “Here’s my number,” he said, handing you the card. “Let me know when you’re done on your end.”

“Will do.”

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Sam knocked on door 11 of the Gravel Lot Motel. The door swung open, but you weren’t standing behind it.

The Winchesters carefully stepped in. “Y/N?” Sam asked.

“Here,” you said, pushing the door closed. You still had your sunglasses on but your beanie was off. The top of your head was covered in dozens of thin, green snakes. They all turned their attention to the newcomers, a few of their tongues flicking out. After a few moments, they began to move around, relaxing, slithering as much as their ‘roots’ would let them.

“Freaky,” Dean said.

“Be nice,” Sam said, elbowing him slightly.

“It’s cool. I’m used to it. So, did you guys get the vamps?”

“All gone,” Dean promised. “You?”

“Burned to a crisp.”

“What, the entire building?”

“It was a condemned house. The city was just waiting for the ordinance to tear it down and turn it into a parking lot.” You shrugged. “No harm, no foul.”

Dean nodded. His eyes were drawn to one of your snakes; it was staring right at him, flicking its tongue in an unsettling manner. Dean took a slight step back.

“You guys want a beer?” you asked, turning to the mini fridge. The snake turned, facing behind you, never breaking eye contact with Dean.

“Dude,” Dean whispered to his brother. “One of them is staring at me.”

“It’s not like it can do anything to you,” Sam said. “Just… ignore it.”

“It’s giving me the creeps.”

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“Are you sure this will work?” Harry asked, looking at the blood seeping from the cut on his palm.

“Of course. Why would you doubt me?”

“Pain can make a man do crazier stuff.”

You dipped your finger in the blood and finished the sigil on the wall. “Pain has nothing to do with insanity. Otherwise, all humans would be considered insane.”

“Are you sure we’re not?” Ed said. He was cradling his own injured hand against his chest, his free hand fiddling with the bandage wrapped around the wound.

You stepped back, examining your work. “When the demons come, I’ll activate the sigil. It will send them into another dimension.”

“And you’re sure they won’t come back?”

“Again, why are you doubting me?”

“Sorry,” both men said. It had been hard for them to get used to having an angel helping them. Ghosts, those were nothing. Angels, though…

You looked outside, seeing the sky shift from blue to orange. “It’s getting late. They’ll be here soon. You should leave.”

“Are you sure you don’t need us here?”

“I appreciate the offer, but you’ve already given up enough for this. I’ll finish the job.”

Harry and Ed nodded. You walked them out to their van.

“We’ll park a block away,” Ed said. “And watch you on the surveillance cameras we installed.”

“If we see you having trouble, we’ll come right back,” Harry promised.

“Thank you, gentlemen. Now please, hide yourselves.”

You watched as the van disappeared around the corner. You liked those two humans, for whatever reason.

You looked up, watching the sky continue to darken. There was a shift in the air; something was coming.

Something other than the demons you were expecting.

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You pressed a thumb against the wound on your own palm, sealing it closed. The sigil had worked as planned, causing the demons to disappear with a squeal of pain. You studied the sigil for a moment, wondering if you should attempt to clean it. The house had been abandoned for a while… but you believed it would ‘go on the market’ soon, as Harry and Ed explained.

At that moment, the door flew open. You turned, hand darting in your jacket for the angel blade.

Two men ran into the room, guns raised. The one with shorter hair immediately noticed you, cocking the gun in your direction.

“There you are, you son of a bitch.”

“Excuse me?”

“Stay there,” the taller one said, gun aimed at you but in a less angry fashion than his partner.

“Who do you think I am?”

“You’re the scumbag who’s been taking the neighborhood kids!” the first one said.

“Hardly.”

“It’s no use lying.”

“I’m not. And the person you’re looking for is no longer here.”

“What are you talking about?”

You stepped aside (noting how the men stepped back, guns raising slightly higher). Their eyes dropped to the sigil on the wall.

“What’s that?” the second man asked.

“Banishing sigil.”

The men looked from the wall to you. “You made that?”

You nodded.

“You’re not bleeding.”

“So?”

“So how’d you make that?” the first man asked, stepping closer to you. “Did you kill someone else and use their blood? One of the neighborhood kids, perhaps?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “I had assistance.”

“Dean. Sam.”

The three of you turned, finding a new figure in the house.

A figure you recognized.

His eyes found you and narrowed slightly. “Y/N?”

“Castiel.”

“Hold on, you know her?”

“Yes, Dean.”

“How?”

“She’s an angel.”

You watched as the men looked at each other in surprise. The taller one, Sam, lowered his gun, tucking it into his belt. “You’re… an angel?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell us your friend was taking care of this place?” Dean asked Castiel.

“She… I was unaware.”

“I thought all you feathered friends kept in touch.”

Castiel shifted uncomfortably.

“We used to. Before he got all high and mighty and decided that he was the only one worthy of working with humans.”

“Cas? Acting high and mighty? Never.”

“What do you mean ‘working with humans’?” Sam asked.

“I saw how Castiel got along with you two. He provided a great service and… it looked more interesting than sitting in Heaven all day. But when I found my own humans to work with, he got his wings all bent out of shape.”

“It’s dangerous,” Castiel pointed out.

“Then why do you keep doing it?”

“Who do you work with?” Dean asked, holding a hand up and stepping between you two, wanting to keep the peace.

“Ed and Harry.”

“Who are they?”

“Paranormal hunters.”

“Then why haven’t we--” Dean stopped. “Wait. Ed and Harry.” He turned to his brother. “Wasn’t that the pair of guys who…”

“The Ghostfacers?” Sam asked.

“So you’ve heard of them.”

“You’re… working with the Ghostfacers?”

“Don’t laugh. They are highly intelligent. And they have cleared a number of haunted locations.”

“Yeah, sure,” Dean said, trying to cover his laugh with a cough.

“We’re just as much hunters are you are!” Ed said, appearing in the room.

“Whoa,” Dean said. “Where’d you two come from?”

“Down the road,” Harry said, trying to catch his breath. “We saw you arrive on the security feed in the van and ran here to help.”

“To help an angel,” Dean said. “Someone who could undoubtedly smite any creature that looked at it the wrong way.”

“Uh…”

“Why’d you two run if you had a van?” Sam asked.

The Ghostfacers looked at each other. “I… guess we just got caught up in everything.”

“Trying to play heroes,” Dean said to his brother.

“How is that any different than what you two do?” you asked, extremely tired of the sass.

Dean opened his mouth but shut it without responding.

“Come,” you said, stepping to Harry and Ed. “The job is done. I believe it is time for us to go get our customary slice of pie at the all-night diner.”

The three watched as you disappeared with your humans.