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Fiona Stewart has been friends with Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spengler for years. Now, she works alongside them, and others, for their tv show GhostFacers. Fiona was skeptical at first, she didn't really believe in ghosts or anything else...
The group was now making their way towards their next case.
Fiona was given another note from her father about an apparent djinn siting located in Milwaukee Wisconsin.
While Sam drove, Dean turned in his seat to talk to Fiona.
"So, you never told us about Ed and Harry."
Fiona scoffed.
"You never asked, dumbass."
"Fair."
"We kinda just went our separate ways after awhile. The team just spilt up after our investigations seemed to falter."
"So you all quit?" Dean asked.
Fiona shook her head no.
"I know everyone but one quit. And that's Ed. He's always the stubborn one. I'm sure he's alright though."
The fact that Fiona had said that made her think. Last she heard from him was when she quit. It's been years ever since.
Now she worried a bit, but she wasn't going to show this to Sam and Dean.
As the hours went by, the car soon stopped at a motel for the night.
"I'm beat." Dean yawned as he shut his driver side door. "I'm going to go get us a room for the night. We've got at least two hours to drive the rest of the way tomorrow."
Dean shuffled off towards the motels office and Sam and Fiona stayed near the car to chat.
"So, where do you think your father could be at?"
Fiona scoffed. "I'm not sure. He's a busy bee when he wants to be. I just...I just don't understand why he disappeared. I almost feel as if it was my fault."
"Hey," Sam placed a hand on her shoulder. "Nothing is your fault. Maybe something had come up. An old case maybe?"
"If that's the case, I sure hope so."
Dean came back to the Impala holding a door key.
"Time to hit the hay."
Both Sam and Fiona laughed.
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The group of hunters walked into their room for the night.
Fiona placed her bag down and flopped onto the first bed she saw.
"God this feels amazing." She sighed.
"Yeah don't get used to it." Dean tossed his bags next to a beat up couch. "Just be lucky this motel doesn't have bed bugs."
Fiona sat straight up.
"Bed bugs?!"
Sam chuckled. "Relax. He's just yanking your chain. We've had worse stays."
