H A U N T Me [Ed/Open]

[Ed Zeddmore]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid #B4B0A7; background: #070C0A url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2nktlrd.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #B4B0A7;] Watching Eve and Dean play grab-ass put a sinking feeling into Ed's chest, an all-too-familiar realization that he was no part of this social dynamic. Ed had been a third wheel for most of his life, certainly for pretty much every single coed event since puberty, and he knew the signs when he saw them. Dean would spend the entire hunt showing off for Eve, proving what a Big Bad Hunter he was, and what a Big Bad Man. Which would definitely include bullying Ed every chance he got so as to drive home that point of who was the 'strong one' and who the 'weak one'. And Eve would flirt back with Dean and try her very best to wrap him right around that manicured finger, also using Ed when she needed to make a point about how Dean couldn't count on having things all his way. And neither one would have a goddamned thing to say to him otherwise. And sort of all of a sudden Ed just wasn't up to it. Looking forward at the prospect of spending a full weekend trotting around after Eve like a hopeful puppy dog and being the butt of Dean Winchester's brutal humor suddenly made his gut roil with anger and helplessness and the self-loathing that he was usually pretty good at pretending didn't exist. He couldn't do it, he just wasn't that particular brand of masochist today. "No," Ed didn't hear the way his voice dropped half an octave, he was concentrating on keeping his face calm and unrevealing. "You guys have got this. I'll take down the cameras while you're gone and we'll pack up our operation, clear out of here. I'm sure you'll handle it fine, and neither of you want to be recorded. We'll find another lead." That sounded okay, didn't it? Reasonable, steady? His phone was pinging with text messages, but Ed found that he really didn't give a damn. He just edged past Dean and out the door, shoving his phone into his pocket and hitting the mute button by touch and memory as he headed downstairs to find himself a drink.

[atrb=valign,center][atrb=style, height: 250px; padding: 10px 230px 75px 30px; font-variant: small-caps; color: #B4B0A7;] Location: Colonial Inn, Concord MA Music: Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus Notes: And then all of a sudden, kind of out of nowhere, he turned into an actual person instead of a clown.

[Dean Winchester]

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Dean had to admit that he had missed the flirtatiousness of Eve as he could see that she was someone that he could have a laugh and a joke with but at the same time she was a damn good hunter and he knew that she would have his back, considering that Cas, Sam and no other hunter he was comfortable with was around them he knew that he could trust Eve which meant that it would be a confident hunt even if the ghostfacers had been around. He had to admit it was the website that annoyed Dean the most. Not the fact that they where ghost hunting or the fact that they weren’t real hunters but the fact that they were filming it for other people to see.

Dean had always been against the apple pie life as he had called it, it wasn’t for him he didn’t do white picket fences and softball games even though he had tried with Ben and Lisa it wasn’t him but he had wanted it so hard to be because of the fact that he had thought that it was a good thing for him. He had later worked out that it would never be good for him because of the fact that he couldn’t be that guy, he wasn’t a family man or someone that could be seen as one, yet he wanted to see everyone have a normal life if they could and these guys with a camera showing the world wouldn’t help that.

Dean had to admit that he didn’t think that Ed would be so easy to stop, he would have thought that the other man would have wanted to have been involved more and he was ok with that but he just wanted him out of his way, out of the line of fire because of the fact that he didn’t want the blood of dead ghostfacers on his hands, he didn’t like any innocents getting killed really but when they had been trying to help Dean got the feeling he would feel worse about it. Turning to Eve he sighed. “How about you and the ghostfacers go and speak to some of the other guests and I’ll do more research?” he said “and try not to neuter the nerds ok?”

Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…”

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TIME :: night
TAG :: Ed/Eve
WORDS :: 385
NOTES ::
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi
CREDIT :: NICHOLE!!

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 3px double #2d2d2d; background: #ffffff url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/KATE.jpg) left bottom no-repeat; border: 0px; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #000000;] The woman blinked, trying to figure out when this decided to go the way it did. Lord knows she wasn't expecting that out of Ed, not that she could really blame him with the way that Dean was acting towards him. He made it seem like he was some big angry dog trying to mark his territory, granted she was basically doing the same damn things. Hunters, they all had a little too much pride and were all just a little too territorial when it came to their hunting grounds. Eve knew herself well enough to know that she had that problem. "If I can get dem to stay den fine, I'll meet up with ya in a while either way," She ran a hand through her hair and quickly slipped up behind Ed, damn he moved fast, "Now 'old on dere Ed," Eve said as she jogged up to him, "Look if ya wanna leave den I won't stop ya, but you don't actually 'ave to," She added, placing a hand on his shoulder to make sure he didn't go running off again, "Personally, I'd rather if you bunch stuck around, I actually like you guys," Well it was more in that three stoogies sort of way, but she figured she could leave that part out. There was also the small part where she didn't really trust herself alone with Dean right now, she really did such at resisting temptation. Evie gave him a little bit of a grin, he was kind of adorable in this off beat way, granted she did always have a soft spot for the nerdy sort, they often got so over looked, "If ya wanna stay, I'll make sure Dean plays nice, just go ahead and talk to some of de guests, if not den I'll see ya around," The woman reached into her pocket, pulled out a receipt for something and quickly jotted her number down on the back, handing it to him, "Either way, dere's my number in case ya get into some issue alright? Oh and I'm sorry about makin' ya bleed," She said after a moment, leaning over to gently kiss the general area of his brand new head wound before she turned to get started on talking to some of the guests and workers at the hotel. WORD COUNT: 420 MUSIC: Pussy Liquor - Rob Zombie WEARING: The Amherst usual WHERE:Colonial Inn - Concord Mass NOTES:Aww she enjoys the bumblingness of the Ghostfacers

[Ed Zeddmore]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid #B4B0A7; background: #070C0A url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2nktlrd.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #B4B0A7;] Ed's instincts were at war with his often-ignored common sense. Instinct and habit both said to stay, do whatever it took to be a part of a real hunt with real hunters. But his real mind told him that he didn't belong here and that he was so damned tired of being a joke. The phone buzzed in his pocket and the thought of what Harry was probably texting him nudged Ed over the edge. "Thanks, Eve." And it sounded sincere, was sincere. "But I think it's time we back out of this one. You've got it in hand, and Dean to play backup. I'm not thinking you need anything we bring to the table. Better we find our own case somewhere, get out of your hair." He accepted her card and smiled at the kiss but kept heading downstairs for the bar. A couple of stiff drinks, just enough to take the edge off the head wound, and he'd deal with the Ghostfacers and with packing up to get out.

[atrb=valign,center][atrb=style, height: 250px; padding: 10px 230px 75px 30px; font-variant: small-caps; color: #B4B0A7;] Location: Colonial Inn, Concord MA Music: Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus Notes: He doesn't feel like being comic relief today.