We were investigating a house when we heard what sounded like teenagers looking around. We walked up to them, blinding them with our flashlights.
"Freeze! Police officers! don't move!" Dean yelled.
"All right. All right. All right. Take it easy, take it easy." Sam said.
"Let's see some identification." I said.
"Come on. Let's see some id. " Sam said.
"What -- are we under -- under arrest?" Corbett asked.
"We are unarmed." Ed said.
"Oh, god. Oh, god." Corbett said.
"Want to explain that weirdo outfit, Mr., uh, Corbett?" I said.
"I know you." Ed said.
"Yeah, sure you do. Give me some identification." Dean said.
"Yeah, ho-- whoa, hold on a second. I know the both of you guys and you hottie. Yeah." Ed said.
"What?" Corbett asked.
"Yeah, huh." Ed said.
"Holy shit!" Sam said.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Uh, West Texas... the... the tulpa we had to take out. Those two goofballs that almost got us killed... The hellhounds or something?" Sam said.
"Shoot me." Dean said. I looked at Sam and had literal tears forming in my eyes.
"Yeah, we're not hellhounds anymore, okay? It didn't test that well." Ed said.
"Ed, what's going on?" Corbett asked.
"They're not cops, buddy -- no, not at all." Ed said.
"Ed, Ed, you had a partner, too, didn't you -- A different guy?" I asked, putting on my mean face.
"Oh, yeah, yeah." Ed said.
"Is he around here somewhere?" I asked.
"He's running around, chasing ghosts." Ed said.
"Okay, well, listen, you and Rambo need to get your girlfriends and get out of here." Dean said.
"All right. Listen here, chisel chest, okay? We were here first. We've already set up base camp. We beat you." Ed said.
"They were here first." Dean said to Sam and I.
"Mm hmm." Ed said. I grabbed him
"Oh, god." he cried.
"Ed..." I said.
"Yeah?" Ed said.
"...where's your partner?" I asked, seriously pissed off.
We made it to the living room.
"What are you doing in the Morton House, Ed - on leap year -- what are you thinking?" Dean asked him.
"We're here to spend the night, okay? It's for our TV show." Ed said.
"What? Great. Perfect." Sam said.
"Yeah, nobody's ever spent the night before." Corbett said.
"Uh, actually, yeah, they have." I said.
"Uh, we've never heard of them." Ed said.
"Yeah, you know why? 'Cause the ones that have, haven't lived to talk about it!" I yelled.
"Oh, come on, I don't believe you." Ed said.
"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." Sam said.
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Running From Deals - SPN S3
FanficDean sold his soul for Sam. He just wants peace for his last year on Earth. Ali and Sam wouldn't let him go without a fight. They all have to face what is happening and try to find a way out of it. I DO NOT own Supernatural. I only own Alison Hart ...
