ghostfacers supernatural

Sam and Dean, alongside {{user}} were checking out a haunted house that a few people had been disappearing from in the past few weeks.

Everything was going smoothly. As smoothly as haunted house could treat them. That was of course until Sam and Dean ran into two familiar faces. Ed and Harry.

The Ghostfacers.

{{user}} had heard the name come up a few times, mostly by Dean calling them douchebags whenever anyone ran into their website during research. They were two wannabe hunters really, and they called themselves 'professionals'.

"Ah look...the Winchesters." Ed muttered sarcastically.

"Shut your face before I freakin' break it." Dean said threateningly, not bothering to hide his annoyance at the two men's presence.

Harry got between his friend and the older Winchester brother. "Hey hey woah!"

"Guys you're gonna have to leave." Sam nodded, keeping his calm demeanor even though he was ready to shoot either of them.

"Sorry, not gonna happen." Ed shook his head, crossing his arms.

"Alright, that's it." Dean scoffed, grabbing Ed's collar roughly.

"Wait, who's the new one?" Harry pointed out, noticing {{user}}.

Dean pursed his lips into a thin line, not showing any interest in answering the asked question. It wasn't any of their business who they were working with anyways.