For Shane and Ryan, self discovery lies in the demands of a ghost to find his century-lost husband. For every answer provided, even more questions seem to arise.
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"You can't cross the salt line," Ryan stated, his eyes wide and full of wonder. Shane thought there was fear, too, but he didn't want to think about it. He didn't want Ryan doting on him and taking care of him, sure, but he didn't want to freak him out, either.
"I can't cross the salt line," Shane confirmed. "I don't know anything. I promise, it's not. Something I test regularly." He chuckled.
Ryan leaned back from Shane, watching. It was as if he didn't hear anything Shane had said. He probably didn't. He only inspected him.
"Oh my God," Ryan breathed out. "You can't cross the salt line." His eyes didn't stop observing, looking from Shane's eyes, then to his whole body, and back into his eyes. "Are you dead?"
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This was crossposted from AO3, under the same name! Come find me there if you prefer.
'So....' Shane thinks to himself, 'is there something one could want so badly they would be willing to give up everything for it?' The answer is simple: Yes. You could say that he was only a few deja-vu's from reliving his whole life over again. Living between moments; Watching... Waiting... Wishing.
But that was the kicker in all of this. Shane knew that if he had to relive the same six months over and over, he would do it all again without a second thought if it meant he got to see Ryan smile once more.
Seriously though, why did demon hunting have to be this complicated? Fuck you bunny cat. Fuck you.
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or, Shane and Ryan both believe in ghosts and demons. Due to their job description, it was only a matter of time before they actually stumbled across one. When Ryan ends up giving his life for his friend, it's up to Shane to try and fix things. Except, it turns out things aren't that simple to fix.