Not Just the Family Business

It's My Party

A different profanity fell out of all three of our mouths as we realized the young, panic-prone camera guy was gone.

"You get out, and we'll go get him," I said.

"No man left behind!" Ed shouted, which was followed by an anguished scream. "That was Corbett."

"That was Corbett," the dark-haired guy echoed. "Corbett!"

"Corbett! Don't worry!" The woman joined in.

Despite Sam and Dean trying to stop them (and cursing), all three of them ran upstairs.

"Guys! Fuck you!" Sam said when we caught up to them.

"We'll get him. Go back!" Dean yelled.

"No!" The dark-haired guy said. Corbett screamed again. "Where are you, dude?"

"Tell us where you are," the woman yelled.

"Corbett!" Ed screamed.

After several minutes of the three of them looking for Corbett, the three of us trying to corral them, and one guy recording the whole thing, time was up. Corbett's screaming stopped, too. I tried not to think about what happened to him or what could happen to us. 

"Oh, God. What's happened? Oh, God." Ed scrambled to get their recording equipment connected. "He's gone. He just disappeared."

"Okay, let's just go through all the angles," the dark-haired guy said. "Let's go through all the cameras we have."

"Well, it's twelve-oh-four, Dean. You good? You happy?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I am happy." Dean matched Sam's intense stare.

"'Let's go to the Morton house,' you said. 'It's out Grand Canyon'," Sam said.

"Sam, I don't want to hear this." Dean turned to walk away. 

"You've got two months left, Dean. Instead, we're gonna die tonight." Before I could interject, Sam picked up a chair and slammed it against the door. It shattered on impact, sending splinters everywhere.

"Whoa! Whoa!" The cameraman made his way over to us. "What the hell is going on guys?"

"I'll tell you what's going on. Every door, every window, I'm guessing every exit out of this house—they're all sealed," Sam said.

"But w-why are they sealed?" The woman asked.

"It's a supernatural lockdown, okay?" Dean asked. I walked over to Sam and looped my arm around his waist to calm him. "Whatever took Corbett doesn't want us to leave, and it's no death echo. This is a bad mother, and it wants us scared."

"Or it just wants us," the woman said.

Every EMF reader in the room—and there were a lot of them—started to beep loudly.

"Uh, guys, the camera's fritzing again," the cameraman said.

"Whoa, Whoa, guys! The EMF's starting to spike. This is a big one!" Ed yelled.

Sam pushed me behind him. "Everybody, stay close. There's something coming."

An apparition appeared in front of us, shuffling away.

"Whoa!" All the other people said.

"Is that the same echo you guys saw earlier?" Dean asked. 

"No, it's a different guy," the dark-haired man said.

"Multiple echoes?" Dean whispered to us. "What the hell's going on?"

"Beats me," Sam said.

"Okay, alright. Alright. Alright." Dean walked toward the apparition. "Uh, hey, buddy! Hey! Wake up. You're dead! Hello?"