Will we ever get to see the GHOSTFACERS in the ba universe?! I need to see Jake’s reaction to them cause he’s technically a hunter in training and even he would think of them as amateurs!

Lol! I love these nerds!

There is of course, the commission I did for @creatorofuniverses a while back that has the Ghostfacers meeting Walt Watch, which you can find here. Borrower dad is not amused.

What you might not know is they’re already written into one of the AUs in a future story…


“Harry,” Ed said, keeping one hand pressed over the camera bag. “This is it. This is our ticket to the big times. We are going to seize the moment.”

“ ‘Cause tomorrow we might be dead,” Harry repeated back, his mind finally clinging to their motto, what would Buffy do?

“And this is our moment.” Ed shifted in place, and Harry squirreled his way out from the camera case strap so he didn’t pull the bag up off the tiny people trapped under it.

Harry flattened himself on the ground, the EMF reader long since forgotten by his side. One hand was held at the ready. “Okay, little dudes. We’re not gonna hurtcha, we just want to get you out from under that. So… no biting.”

Ed started to tilt the bag up, just enough for Harry to sweep his hand under it, groping for the tiny people hidden underneath.

September 18th excerpt:

Dean finished scanning the area near the tree with nothing more than a low-level blip that meant nothing. “S’cuse me,” he murmured softly, leaning closer to the tree itself and beginning another scanning pattern to be sure he covered every inch. With the size of the sprites, it would be too easy to miss a clue like that.

Dean’s actions had a captive audience. Sprite faces peered out of the homes on the tree, watching his hand curiously. Most of them showed no trepidation, only interest in the object in his hand or hope that he’d find an answer in his sweeps.

October 8th excerpt:

The EMF reader didn’t give him a breath to wait for an answer before it flared to life, its red lights glowing brightly. There was a telltale wobble in a bedframe leaned against the wall, before it tilted away from its position, with no warning other than the creak of cheap old metal.

“Whoa!”

Dean leapt to the side, barely sidestepping out of the way of the heavy furniture. Mere moments ago, it was as stable as anything in the room. Now, it slammed into the ground with a heavy knock.

He hit the ground a foot away, going straight to a crouch. “Sam? Jacob?”