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GAC/Supernatural crossover fic, part 1
Fri Jul 8, 2011, 8:27 PM

ETA for the SPN group--I think there's enough detail in here for you to follow the story even if you've never seen Ghost Adventures (but if you haven't, you're missing some fun!) It's primarily a SPN fic guest starring the GA guys, so most of the notes you will see were written for GAC group members, where this fic was originally posted, so they could follow even if they'd never seen SPN (perish the thought)

The usual disclaimers apply; neither I nor my cowriter tetiny68 own the Ghost Adventures Crew, or the Winchester boys. More's the pity.

So, a bit about how this came to be. Tetiny & I went to the Nashville Supernatural con last month, and ended up crashing in our room on Friday night taking in a GA marathon & talking about how funny it would be for them to cross paths with the Supernatural guys. Then at a panel later in the con, one of the SPN supporting cast (ETA--Chad Lindberg, who plays Ash) was asked what show he would like to guest on & he said GA! Spark hit wood, we went to dinner, I grabbed a couple of carry out menus & we basically wrote the outline for this story while we ate.

We don't have a title yet, so suggestions are welcome. Also welcome are comments and corrections, especially of GA related facts. I'm a relative noob to GA & tetiny knows more, but she is in Florida till next week. (with her youngest son at an invite-only Disney audition, squee!)

Our hope is that fans from either fandom can read & enjoy this without much trouble. All you really need to know, if you have never seen SPN, is the following: Sam & Dean Winchester were raised by their faither in the 'family business--saving people, hunting things'. The things in the dark that 'civilians' don't know are there. Ghosts, monsters, demons...coincidentally, the same things the GAC pursues. A couple of specific notes for part 1 will be at the end.

PART 1

March 2011

Ganking a female werewolf was always hard on Sam, even if she was a figurative as well as literal bitch. That was why Dean had magnanimously let his little bro have first crack at the shower when they got back to the motel. While Sammy scrubbed away field grime and (hopefully) old traumas, Dean flopped onto his bed, turned on the TV and played remote control roulette till he ran across something in night vision green with a soundtrack liberally seasoned with bleeps. Figuring anything with that much cussing had to have some value, Dean decided to stop and check it out.

"Whatcha watchin'?" Sam asked as he left the bathroom toweling his hair.

"Some show," Dean replied absently as he pulled off his boots. He glanced up at the screen again just as text popped up in one corner. "Travel Channel. What's the…Ghost Adventures? Oh, great."

"Wannabees? This could be fun." Sam snagged two beers from the mini fridge, tossed Dean one and collapsed on his bed with a resounding oof.

They settled in for a spirited dissection of the would-be ghost hunters' technique and anything else they could find to criticize. "What the hell? Just blast it with rock salt, dumbass," Dean scorned.

"But they're got some great gear, you have to give 'em that much. That full spectrum camera? Sweet." Sam grabbed a bag of cheese doodles and fluffed his pillows behind his massive back.

"Any pea in that bed, princess?" Dean gibed.

"Only if you peed in it," Sam retorted.

Dean snorted, then glanced away for a moment. If he'd been the weepy chick-flick type, he might actually have admitted that after months of dealing with sociopathic Sam while his soul was trapped in Lucifer's cage in Hell, having his mouthy emo brother back made him happier than he could ever have imagined.

When he looked back, Sam was looking at him, not saying anything, just smiling a little. Just then one of the TV guys started hollering like a drill instructor with a broom handle up his ass. "Hey Dean, that one kind of reminds me of you."

"Who, him? He's a loud obnoxious arrogant jerk."

"Um, you do realize you're totally making my point for me, right?"

Dean cheerfully flipped him a bird. As the show ended he got up to head for the shower. Another episode began and Sam looked entertained enough to stick around for the duration. The loud guy's voice did the introduction. "My name is Zak Bagans. I never believed in ghosts until I came face-to-face with one. So I set out on a quest to capture what I once saw—"

Mouth full of stolen cheese doodles, Dean paused. Something twitched in his memory. "We ever work a case with a Bagans in it?" he asked after he chewed and swallowed.

"Not that I remember," Sam said, "but I'll check my notes."

While he showered, Dean kept thinking. When he emerged, Sam had searched his laptop archive, but found nothing. Dean wasn't surprised, really; what he was remembering, he felt certain, went back farther than that. He dug out their father's journal and paged through it. "Here it is," he said in mild surprise. "Dad talked to a cousin of his, and she mentioned hearing weird voices around her house in Trenton, Michigan, near Detroit. So he took us up there and checked it out. Turned out to be a basic haunting, standard salt and burn, looks like. "

Sam frowned. "It's not like Dad stayed in touch with family much. I think I'd remember that."

"No you wouldn't. This was 1984, you weren't even out of Pampers. I barely remember it myself, except it was the first time dad had taken us to see any family since mom died. Course, being five, what I mostly remember is like, ice cream, and some kinda street fair, and playing hide and seek around their local museum. Anyway, dad says here that he and this cousin were very close as kids, and she married a guy named Bagans." Dean read a little farther in silence. "He gave them some yarn about the voices being bleedover from cell phones into their wiring. Hah, good one, 'cause back then, who knew from cell phones?" He read aloud. "Asked them to take the boys out for the day. Got the civilians out of the way, and gave Dean a small chance to be a normal kid. Her son is close to his age, and it'll be good for him to play with another child, especially since he has to start school in the fall. I…" Dean's voice trailed off, and he slapped the worn covers shut. "He also mentioned the focus of the activity appeared to be the kid's room."

The gears turning under Sam's shaggy hair were almost visible. "Could just be chance, the names being the same, or this guy Bagans could be related to us. Interesting--from all indications, he knows nothing about us or dad or hunting, yet he had a supernatural encounter, and went into the ghost busting business. Coincidence?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Blood doesn't always tell, you know," Dean said, thinking of Adam. Their half-brother had stumbled into the family business, and all it got him was killed by a ghoul, reanimated as a meatsuit for a pissy archangel, dragged down into hell, and with any luck, safely dead again by now. All because John Winchester had kept him from the hunters' life, and never imagined that that life might come hunting him. No, blood didn't always tell.

+++

The whole matter might have lain there permanently, if Bobby hadn't called them a few days later with another case. "Heard from an old huntin' buddy of mine, Donnie Lee Alterman," he growled on Sam's phone. Sam turned on the speaker and set it up. "Donnie talked to a lady friend of his in a little town in Nevada, Goldfield. There's an old hotel down there, been notorious for spirit activity for decades. Supposedly, it all started when the owner got a prostitute pregnant, chained her up in there till the baby came then killed 'em both."

Dean grimaced. "Nice guy. What, he couldn't afford day care?"

"You said it started with that ghost, Bobby," Sam asked. "You saying it's escalated?"

"And expanded. The hotel's no longer the only focus of activity. There've been reports for the past couple of years of weird shit happening in other buildings in town. Virginia, Donnie's friend, worked in the hotel, and was attacked there. In '09, he says, she was attacked in her home. Now she says other people in town, people with no connection with the hotel, are startin' to have run-ins with entities."

"Whoa," Dean said. "The hooker's ghost could be tied to the hotel, but something free ranging like that's more likely to be a demon, or a whole infestation of the bastards. She could be like a foot in the door letting other stuff in. Let's check this out."

Part 1 info:
Sam has issues with killing female weres because he lost a girlfriend that way--she got bitten & he had to kill her before she turned.

Dean's ruminations about Sam's soul? More will be explained later.

'Bobby' is Bobby Singer, an old and wise hunter, and Sam & Dean's second dad.