Winchester Ghost Tours

Ghost Tour

"Uh, you're drinking before the job, now?" asks Sam, walking up from the sub-basement level.

Dean ignores his brother and takes another long swig of his beer. He pauses to give a long 'ahh' before setting his beer down on the counter. "Everything set up downstairs?"

"Yeah," says Sam, walking behind the counter to stand beside Dean. "You wouldn't be uh, nervous about tonight, would you?"

"No," says Dean, punctuating the sentence with another long sip. He was only trying to convince Castiel Novak, the man responsible for the Marshall House's impending doom, that he should spare the structure based on the fact that it might be haunted. No reason to be nervous at all.

"Uh huh, well, just treat it like any other tour," says Sam, giving that helpful smile that always reminds Dean of Sammy as a child. Naive, but trying to help.

"What about you?" asks Dean, gesturing toward Sam's gray cardigan over a striped shirt. "You're a little dressed up for a regular Friday night tour."

"I'm pretty sure it was a date last night, so I wanted to make a good impression," says Sam. He tugs at the collar of his undershirt. "Not too much, is it?"

"Nah," says Dean, taking another swig before setting the bottle down. "I'm glad you got a date."

"What about you? Still talking to Thursday-zero-zero?"

"I like that," says Dean, smirking. "Sounds like a secret agent."

"So that's a yes?"

"We agreed to meet," says Dean, kneeling down to access a cabinet beneath the counter. He pulls out their ghost hunting equipment: two old digital cameras, a homemade EMF meter, and small bags of rock salt. Dean stands back up, his elbow knocking his beer bottle. Amber liquid goes flying.

"Shit," says Dean, opening a different cabinet to grab paper towels. Sam grabs the equipment, pulling it away from the puddle. It takes half the roll to stem the flood. Dean's still throwing away soiled towels when the first family arrives.

The new additions of Castiel and his date make an almost full tour for the night. Bobby shows up, parked outside in the company van which resembles a small bus. Dean can see him nodding off behind the steering wheel, cap pulled down over his face. He's still staring when a shiny black car pulls up, and Castiel Novak steps out of the back.

Castiel is wearing a navy suit and tie. Dean stares down at his own jeans and buttoned up plaid shirt with his name tag prominently displayed over his heart. The other car door opens and Meg steps out wearing white jeans, a form-fitting floral shirt, and red flats.

"You're aware we do walking on this tour?" asks Dean as Castiel and Meg approach. The car drives away. "What, you call an Uber?"

"My driver," says Castiel, turning to watch the car disappear around the corner. "I wasn't sure what to tell him about the time limit on something like this. I'll text him once we're finished."

Dean shakes his head and gestures towards the door. "We're waiting on more people, you can come inside."

Some customers sit on the benches on the first floor, but most are milling about downstairs looking at the displays on the walls. Tokens from several haunted sites around the city. A map of the tour's route. Information about the sites they would be visiting. And an entire wall of their photographs containing suspicious elements. There's a small section of books for sale, all referencing the supernatural and some plastic pirate swords.

Castiel and Meg hesitate in the main room for only a second before walking downstairs.

The door opens again, and in walked Jess wearing jeans and a Savannah Law shirt. She immediately waves at Sam behind the counter and walks over.