Supernatural: Reincarnated into the Hunt

Ash groaned, rubbing the back of his head. Suddenly, his eyes widened as if he remembered something important. He quickly got to his feet, brushing off dirt. "Wait, wait!" he said, fumbling in his bag. "Before we call it a day, let's make sure we didn't miss anything." He pulled out an EMF meter and tossed it to James. "Here, ghostbuster. Check every corner of this dump."

James caught it, letting out a sigh as he stared at the blinking lights. "Why me? You're the one with the fancy degrees in...whatever it is you study."

"Because you're the one with the ghost-eating fire, remember?" Ash shot back, smirking. "If something nasty is still lurking, you can handle it. Me? I'm just the brains and the looks."

James rolled his eyes but started scanning the house with the EMF meter. Room by room, they searched the old, creepy manor, poking into every dusty corner and creaky spot. After a thorough sweep, the meter stayed silent. James exhaled in relief. "Looks like we're good. No cursed stuff, no ghosts—just dirt, mold, and bad vibes."

Ash crossed his arms, giving James an impressed look. "Man, with your abilities, we don't even need to look for cursed junk anymore. You can just walk in, zap the ghosts, and call it done. No salt, no holy water—just you, roasting ghosts like it's a barbecue."

James didn't respond but made a strange, loud noise from his throat, startling Ash. It sounded deep and guttural. Ash stepped back, raising an eyebrow. "Uh...you okay, dude?"

James nodded, grunted again, then let out a thunderous burp. Leaning against the wall, he muttered, "Yeah. Let's just get back to the apartment."

Ash blinked, staring at him in disbelief. "You just exorcised thirty ghosts and now you're burping like you drank a keg of soda? Real classy."

James ignored him, trudging toward the door. Ash, still grinning, followed. "Hey, don't pass out on me. And if you throw up blue fire in the car, you're cleaning it."

When they reached the Camaro, James slumped into the passenger seat, looking pale and sweaty. Ash slid into the driver's seat, glancing at him. "Dude, you look awful. Like you ran a marathon with me on your back."

"Just shut up and drive," James snapped, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.

Ash raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright."

The drive was quiet, except for Ash stealing concerned glances at James. When they reached the motel, James suddenly bolted from the car, clutching his stomach with one hand and covering his mouth with the other.

"James? Where are you—wait, no! Don't—" Ash yelled as James ran straight to their room and kicked the door open with a loud crash.

James didn't stop to look at the splintered frame. He rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Ash stood in the broken doorway, staring at the mess. "Unbelievable," he muttered, stepping inside. From the bathroom, loud, echoing sounds left no mystery about what was happening.

"Good grief, James!" Ash shouted, covering his nose. "What did you eat? It smells like something died in there!"

From the bathroom, James's strained voice yelled, "Shut up, Ash!"

Ash burst out laughing, doubling over as tears filled his eyes. "Oh, man! This is payback for all the burrito jokes, isn't it? You're turning this place into a hazard zone. I should call FEMA!"

"If you don't shut up, I'll light you on fire next!" James growled.

Ash leaned against the wall, smirking. "You're like a walking ad for why ghost hunting isn't worth it. 'Kids, don't burnghosts, or you'll spend the night wrecking toilets.'"

The toilet flushed, and James groaned. "I swear, Ash, if you don't stop—"

"What? You'll fart blue fire at me? Ooh, scary!" Ash quipped, still grinning. "Seriously, though, are you okay? Should I call a priest or a plumber?"

The bathroom door creaked open, and James's sweaty, red face peeked out. "I'm fine. Just...give me a minute."

Ash folded his arms, still smirking. "Take your time, champ. I'll be out here making a list of insults for next time."

"You're a real friend," James muttered before slamming the door again.

Ash flopped onto the bed, shaking his head with a chuckle. "This job never gets old. I'm putting this in the memoirs: 'The Day James Almost Blew Up a Toilet with Ghost Farts.' Pulitzer-worthy."

Just then, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He picked it up, frowning when he saw the name on the screen: Dean Winchester.

Ash raised an eyebrow, surprised. He only knew Dean because of James, and they weren't exactly close. Why was Dean calling him now? Shrugging, he answered the call.

"Hello?" came Dean's voice. When Ash didn't reply right away, Dean's tone grew concerned. "Ash? Is something wrong? Ash?"

Suddenly Dean came to a realisation as he spoke," Hello, Dr. Badass."

Ash smirked and finally responded. "How's it going, Dean?"

Dean was clearly annoyed,"I'm fine. Where's James? He's not picking up his phone."

Ash grinned, speaking loudly enough for James to hear from the bathroom. "Hey, James! Dean's on the phone for you!" He couldn't resist adding with a laugh, "He wants to know why you're busting out like a fire hydrant!"

From the bathroom, James shouted, "ASH! I swear—"

Ash ignored him, still smiling as he spoke into the phone. "Yeah, he's, uh, busy right now. We just wrapped up a ghost hunt. Let's just say James has a...unique way of dealing with the aftermath."

Dean groaned on the other end. "Right. Just tell him to call me when he's done."

"Sure thing, Dean-o," Ash said, still grinning as he hung up.

A few minutes later, James came out of the bathroom looking pale and angry. "You're impossible," he muttered, snatching the phone from Ash.

Ash grinned and raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, I didn't tell him everything. Just enough to keep it interesting."

James shot him a glare before calling Dean again. "Dean? What's up?"

"Nothing much," Dean replied. "Sam wanted me to check on you."

James sighed, rubbing his face. "If Sam has something to say, he can tell me himself. Give the phone to him."

Dean sighed. "Yeah, well..."

James sighed again, feeling frustrated. "You guys were looking for your dad. I didn't want to get in the way, Dean. You know that. Babysitting me while doing that...it would have taken you double the time."

Dean was quiet for a moment before replying. "Yeah, I get it. But Sam doesn't see it that way...."

James went silent for a moment, processing the information. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter than before. "Is Sam with you now?"

Dean's response came quickly and James could completely hear the sarcasm in Dean's tone. "Yeah, right!"

James frowned slightly, his mind working quickly. "Well, where are you guys now?"

Dean sighed, sounding a bit distracted. "We're on our way to Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."

James raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Why?"

Dean's voice became more serious. "It's a missing person case. There were a bunch of campers who disappeared up there. No one knows what happened to them. Local authorities are clueless....well not completely....they think it's a bear or something.

James raised an eyebrow. "Colorado, huh? A day's drive. Well, we'll be there soon." He paused, then added, "By the way, Dean... Sam doesn't know you called me, right?"

Dean chuckled, clearly amused. "Obviously. If he knew I was complaining about him like this, he'd be throwing a tantrum the size of Texas."

James smirked. "True. Sam's got the subtlety of a freight train when he's pissed."

Dean let out a snort. "Yeah, no kidding. Anyways, Sam's here. See you soon."

James quickly added before Dean hung up,"

Don't tell Sam...let it be a surprise."

"Sure," Dean replied and hung up the phone.

James toss the phone in his hand to Ash, who had been standing by, eyes wide with curiosity. Ash caught the phone, raising an eyebrow. "Dude, where's your phone?"

James shrugged, his expression unreadable. "Maybe in the car." He fished through his pockets, checking to make sure he hadn't actually misplaced it.

Ash asked, "So what's the deal? Where are we headed?"

James turned toward him, already moving toward the door. "Dean and Sam are investigating some disappearances in Blackwater Ridge. Some campers went missing up there, and they're thinking it's more than just bad luck. We're gonna meet them there and help out."

Ash nodded, his grin returning. "A creepy, haunted camping trip? Sounds like fun. Alright, let's get going. You know the way, or do I have to drive?"

James smirked slightly, grabbing his jacket off the chair. "I know the way. Let's hit the road."

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A few minutes ago, somewhere in Australia, in a motel room, a man sat on a king-sized bed. Suddenly, his eyes turned completely white, as if all the color had drained from them.

He blinked once, then quietly said, "A failed experiment, huh... I nearly forgot about it."

As he sat there, pieces of a vision he got through Eleanor flashed in his mind.

His eyes focused on one moment: blue fire burning on James's palm.

He smiled slightly and said, "Interesting."

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