Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 24, 2015 21:51:33 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON THREE. EPISODE THIRTEEN.
The Morton House. An isolated house in some woods in the middle of Appleton Wisconsin that was rumored to become one of the most haunted places in America once every four years on February 29th. And that was where the boys were headed. It was February 28th, 11:45pm. Sam was a little reluctant about this trip, but Dean had finally talked him into it. The only problem with their little adventure? They weren't alone.
They'd been wandering the premises for about five minutes when they turned a corner and found two camera-wielding men at the other end of the hallway. Dean pointed his flashlight at them, barking with authority, "Freeze! Police officers! Don't move!" The taller of the two began whimpering, throwing their arms up, clearly terrified. "All right. All right. All right. Take it easy" Sam soothed impatiently. "Let's see some identification" Dean ordered next, holding out his flashlight-free hand and beckoning. The panicky one immediately fished around in his pocket and thrust a license at Dean. "What -- are we under -- under arrest? Oh god, oh god." Dean glanced down at the name on the license and then back up to its owner. "Want to explain that weirdo outfit, Mr., uh, Corbett?" He was wearing some kind of head-camera-gear. Before he could answer, the one who hadn't spoken yet squinted in sudden recognition. "I know you." Dean nodded skeptically, playing along. "Yeah, sure you do. Give me some identification." The second man shook his head confidently. "Yeah, ho-- whoa, hold on a second. I know the both of you guys. Yeah." Dean stared back blankly. It was Sam who suddenly gave a start of realization. "Holy crap." Dean frowned. "What?" Sam rolled his eyes. "Uh, West Texas... the... the tulpa we had to take out. Those two goofballs that almost got us killed... The hellhounds or something?" It came rushing back pretty quickly after that.
"Yeah, we're not hellhounds anymore, okay" Ed, for now Dean remembered his name, announced. "It didn't test that well." Corbett still had his hands up. "Ed, what's going on?" "They're not cops, buddy" Ed promised. "Not at all." Dean advanced on him. "Ed, you had a partner, too, didn't you -- A different guy?" Ed nodded. "Yeah." "Is he around here somewhere?" "He's running around, chasing ghosts" Ed replied evasively. Dean crossed his arms. "Okay, well, listen, you and Rambo need to get your girlfriends and get out of here." Ed adjusted his glasses. "All right. Listen here, chisel chest, okay? We were here first. We've already set up base camp. We beat you." Dean looked at Sam. "They were here first" he repeated, clearly not impressed, before taking Ed by the collar of his jacket and slamming him into the wall. "What are you doing in the Morton House, Ed - on leap year -- what are you thinking?" Ed shook himself free of Dean's not very tight grip and walked a pace away. "We're here to spend the night, okay? It's for our TV show." Sam looked over at him in alarm. "What? Great. Perfect." "Yeah, nobody's ever spent the night before" Corbett added proudly. "Uh, actually, yeah, they have" Dean corrected. Ed and Corbett exchanged a look. "We've never heard of them" Ed pointed out. Now it was Sam and Dean who exchanged the look. "Yeah, you know why" Dean asked rhetorically. "'Cause the ones that have haven't lived to talk about it!" "Oh, come on, I don't believe you" Ed scoffed. Sam dropped his duffel bag onto the nearest table and pulled a stack of papers from it. "Look -- missing-persons reports going back almost a half century. John Graham stayed on a dare -- gone. Julie Wilkerson -- gone. There are tons more. All of them came to just stay the night through, always on a leap year. The only body they ever found was the last owner, Freeman Daggett." He spread out the top few flyers for Ed to see. "Those look legit." Ed sounded less sure of himself. "They are legit" Sam insisted. "Look, Ed, we ain't got much time here, buddy. Starting at midnight, your friends are going to die." Dean glanced up at the clock on the wall above the mantle. It was four minutes until midnight.
"Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god!" Harry and two other people Dean had never seen before came rushing down the stairs. Harry was nearly hyperventilating. "Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Guys! Guys! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! We got one! Ed! Ed! Corbett! Corbett, we saw one! We saw one!" "Get outa here" Ed exclaimed in awe. Harry bobbed his head up and down. "It was a full apparition! It was like a class four. It was a spectral illumination! It..." "It was awesome" the girl finished. Harry noticed Sam and Dean for the first time. "Hey, aren't those the asshats from Texas?" Ed nodded once. "Yep." Dean exhaled sharply with a great deal of impatience. "All right, let's have this reunion across the street, guys." "What are you guys doing here" Harry asked, ignoring Dean. Turnabout was fair play so Dean ignored Harry's question as well. "Come on, come on. We'll get you ice cream -- our treat. What do you say? Let's go." "Yeah, I say no" Harry declined while the girl rushed over to Ed's side and plugged her camera into one of the television screens. "Look at this. Look, look. Ed. Look at this. Okay, honest-to-god proof, all right?" Despite still wanting to get the hell out of dodge before the next two minutes passed and it turned into February 29th, the brothers peered over Ed's shoulder to watch the footage.
A young man appeared on the screen in a flash. He held up his hands in surrender, then got blasted backwards off his feet by the unmistakable sound of a gunshot and disappeared in another flash. The boys glanced at each other over Ed's head. Sam tipped his head off to one side subtly and Dean followed him a few paces away. "Think we were off on this" Sam whispered, unaware that the chubby camera guy named Spruce had followed them, continuing to film their actions. "I mean, that was just a death echo." "Yeah, but what's it doing here" Dean questioned, also in a whisper. "Did anybody get shot here?" Sam had done some research on the house on their drive over. "No, not that I could find" he supplied. Spruce joined their conversation. "What's a death echo?" Noticing him for the first time, the brothers glanced his way dismissively. "Look, we got a problem here and that ghost ain't it" Sam explained tensely. "What's a death echo" Spruce repeated. "Echoes are trapped in a loop, okay" Dean elaborated finally. "They keep replaying how they died over and over and over again, usually in the place where they were ganked. It's about as dangerous as a scary movie" he finished with a roll of the eyes. He'd never found scary movies very scary. "So maybe the echo's not dangerous, but maybe something else is" Sam pointed out, which Dean had no trouble believing was the case. Because something had been taking folks who tried to spend the night. Something besides a death echo. "You're right" he agreed strongly. "All right, we need to get out of here, guys. Come on. Let's go. Pack it up." He moved back over to where the others were still huddled around the television screen, watching Harry's ghost footage. "Guys, time is running out" Sam insisted. He and Dean began herding them towards the door amidst their protests. "What about all of our equipment" Maggie wanted to know in a whiny voice. "Let's move" Dean ordered, ignoring her question. And then finally, above all of the other voices, Ed's rang out in a panic. "Wait! Wait!! Where's Corbett?"
They'd barely started looking for him when an agonizing scream sounded from above their heads somewhere on the second floor. "That was Corbett" Ed shouted, the others quick to join in the shouting. "Corbett?! Corbett, it's ok!" "Corbett, where are you??" Ed, Harry, Spruce, and Maggie booked it for the stairs. "We'll get him" Dean hollered at their retreating forms. "Go back!" But the other four didn't listen. They sprinted up the stairs. "Dammit" Dean swore loudly before he and Sam raced after them. Corbett's screams could be heard echoing throughout the house. They looked in every room they passed. "Hey, hey, hey. Watch him" Sam warned as Harry turned to go down a side hallway on his own. Dean thumped him in the back of the head with his flashlight. "Stay with us" he ordered sharply. Their travels brought them all the way back downstairs into the living room again, with no Corbett to show for their efforts.
And then Corbett's screams ceased. The house was eerily quiet. So quiet you could hear the clock on the mantle clicking.
It was midnight.
The Morton House. An isolated house in some woods in the middle of Appleton Wisconsin that was rumored to become one of the most haunted places in America once every four years on February 29th. And that was where the boys were headed. It was February 28th, 11:45pm. Sam was a little reluctant about this trip, but Dean had finally talked him into it. The only problem with their little adventure? They weren't alone.
They'd been wandering the premises for about five minutes when they turned a corner and found two camera-wielding men at the other end of the hallway. Dean pointed his flashlight at them, barking with authority, "Freeze! Police officers! Don't move!" The taller of the two began whimpering, throwing their arms up, clearly terrified. "All right. All right. All right. Take it easy" Sam soothed impatiently. "Let's see some identification" Dean ordered next, holding out his flashlight-free hand and beckoning. The panicky one immediately fished around in his pocket and thrust a license at Dean. "What -- are we under -- under arrest? Oh god, oh god." Dean glanced down at the name on the license and then back up to its owner. "Want to explain that weirdo outfit, Mr., uh, Corbett?" He was wearing some kind of head-camera-gear. Before he could answer, the one who hadn't spoken yet squinted in sudden recognition. "I know you." Dean nodded skeptically, playing along. "Yeah, sure you do. Give me some identification." The second man shook his head confidently. "Yeah, ho-- whoa, hold on a second. I know the both of you guys. Yeah." Dean stared back blankly. It was Sam who suddenly gave a start of realization. "Holy crap." Dean frowned. "What?" Sam rolled his eyes. "Uh, West Texas... the... the tulpa we had to take out. Those two goofballs that almost got us killed... The hellhounds or something?" It came rushing back pretty quickly after that.
"Yeah, we're not hellhounds anymore, okay" Ed, for now Dean remembered his name, announced. "It didn't test that well." Corbett still had his hands up. "Ed, what's going on?" "They're not cops, buddy" Ed promised. "Not at all." Dean advanced on him. "Ed, you had a partner, too, didn't you -- A different guy?" Ed nodded. "Yeah." "Is he around here somewhere?" "He's running around, chasing ghosts" Ed replied evasively. Dean crossed his arms. "Okay, well, listen, you and Rambo need to get your girlfriends and get out of here." Ed adjusted his glasses. "All right. Listen here, chisel chest, okay? We were here first. We've already set up base camp. We beat you." Dean looked at Sam. "They were here first" he repeated, clearly not impressed, before taking Ed by the collar of his jacket and slamming him into the wall. "What are you doing in the Morton House, Ed - on leap year -- what are you thinking?" Ed shook himself free of Dean's not very tight grip and walked a pace away. "We're here to spend the night, okay? It's for our TV show." Sam looked over at him in alarm. "What? Great. Perfect." "Yeah, nobody's ever spent the night before" Corbett added proudly. "Uh, actually, yeah, they have" Dean corrected. Ed and Corbett exchanged a look. "We've never heard of them" Ed pointed out. Now it was Sam and Dean who exchanged the look. "Yeah, you know why" Dean asked rhetorically. "'Cause the ones that have haven't lived to talk about it!" "Oh, come on, I don't believe you" Ed scoffed. Sam dropped his duffel bag onto the nearest table and pulled a stack of papers from it. "Look -- missing-persons reports going back almost a half century. John Graham stayed on a dare -- gone. Julie Wilkerson -- gone. There are tons more. All of them came to just stay the night through, always on a leap year. The only body they ever found was the last owner, Freeman Daggett." He spread out the top few flyers for Ed to see. "Those look legit." Ed sounded less sure of himself. "They are legit" Sam insisted. "Look, Ed, we ain't got much time here, buddy. Starting at midnight, your friends are going to die." Dean glanced up at the clock on the wall above the mantle. It was four minutes until midnight.
"Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god!" Harry and two other people Dean had never seen before came rushing down the stairs. Harry was nearly hyperventilating. "Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Guys! Guys! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! We got one! Ed! Ed! Corbett! Corbett, we saw one! We saw one!" "Get outa here" Ed exclaimed in awe. Harry bobbed his head up and down. "It was a full apparition! It was like a class four. It was a spectral illumination! It..." "It was awesome" the girl finished. Harry noticed Sam and Dean for the first time. "Hey, aren't those the asshats from Texas?" Ed nodded once. "Yep." Dean exhaled sharply with a great deal of impatience. "All right, let's have this reunion across the street, guys." "What are you guys doing here" Harry asked, ignoring Dean. Turnabout was fair play so Dean ignored Harry's question as well. "Come on, come on. We'll get you ice cream -- our treat. What do you say? Let's go." "Yeah, I say no" Harry declined while the girl rushed over to Ed's side and plugged her camera into one of the television screens. "Look at this. Look, look. Ed. Look at this. Okay, honest-to-god proof, all right?" Despite still wanting to get the hell out of dodge before the next two minutes passed and it turned into February 29th, the brothers peered over Ed's shoulder to watch the footage.
A young man appeared on the screen in a flash. He held up his hands in surrender, then got blasted backwards off his feet by the unmistakable sound of a gunshot and disappeared in another flash. The boys glanced at each other over Ed's head. Sam tipped his head off to one side subtly and Dean followed him a few paces away. "Think we were off on this" Sam whispered, unaware that the chubby camera guy named Spruce had followed them, continuing to film their actions. "I mean, that was just a death echo." "Yeah, but what's it doing here" Dean questioned, also in a whisper. "Did anybody get shot here?" Sam had done some research on the house on their drive over. "No, not that I could find" he supplied. Spruce joined their conversation. "What's a death echo?" Noticing him for the first time, the brothers glanced his way dismissively. "Look, we got a problem here and that ghost ain't it" Sam explained tensely. "What's a death echo" Spruce repeated. "Echoes are trapped in a loop, okay" Dean elaborated finally. "They keep replaying how they died over and over and over again, usually in the place where they were ganked. It's about as dangerous as a scary movie" he finished with a roll of the eyes. He'd never found scary movies very scary. "So maybe the echo's not dangerous, but maybe something else is" Sam pointed out, which Dean had no trouble believing was the case. Because something had been taking folks who tried to spend the night. Something besides a death echo. "You're right" he agreed strongly. "All right, we need to get out of here, guys. Come on. Let's go. Pack it up." He moved back over to where the others were still huddled around the television screen, watching Harry's ghost footage. "Guys, time is running out" Sam insisted. He and Dean began herding them towards the door amidst their protests. "What about all of our equipment" Maggie wanted to know in a whiny voice. "Let's move" Dean ordered, ignoring her question. And then finally, above all of the other voices, Ed's rang out in a panic. "Wait! Wait!! Where's Corbett?"
They'd barely started looking for him when an agonizing scream sounded from above their heads somewhere on the second floor. "That was Corbett" Ed shouted, the others quick to join in the shouting. "Corbett?! Corbett, it's ok!" "Corbett, where are you??" Ed, Harry, Spruce, and Maggie booked it for the stairs. "We'll get him" Dean hollered at their retreating forms. "Go back!" But the other four didn't listen. They sprinted up the stairs. "Dammit" Dean swore loudly before he and Sam raced after them. Corbett's screams could be heard echoing throughout the house. They looked in every room they passed. "Hey, hey, hey. Watch him" Sam warned as Harry turned to go down a side hallway on his own. Dean thumped him in the back of the head with his flashlight. "Stay with us" he ordered sharply. Their travels brought them all the way back downstairs into the living room again, with no Corbett to show for their efforts.
And then Corbett's screams ceased. The house was eerily quiet. So quiet you could hear the clock on the mantle clicking.
It was midnight.
