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 4th excerpt:

Nodding, Dean stood and went over to the shelf, knocking idly at Sam’s wall. “C’mon, pint-size, get your act together!” he called through the holes sculpted into the walls. Both giving Sam a way to communicate, a way to get air, and some extra light on the interior. “The night’ll be half done by the time you’re ready!”

Sam stalked out. “I’m not that slow,” he swore in annoyance.

September 3rd excerpt:

Dean knelt down right outside his guest room and rubbed the dog’s head. “You going to be our guard dog while we stay?” he asked knowingly.

Rumsfeld yelp-barked and nosed at the spot on Dean’s chest where Logan was hidden.

September 2nd excerpt:

“What are your plans?” Sam asked dubiously as he eyed up the slight bulge against Dean’s chest.

Dean shrugged. “I’ll figure something out. For now, he’s out of Bobby’s way, out of Rumsfeld’s way, and we’ve got the night to ourselves. Want to grab a movie?”

Sam considered. “What about Logan? I’m not sitting with you if he’s going to be bitching up a storm.”

“I’ll find a place to stash him for the night.”

August 31st excerpt:

Since Sam’s portion of the hot dog was cut into small pieces to make it manageable for the tiny hunter, Dean had to content himself with spearing the bite with his fork and dipping it in the ketchup, just like he’d done as a kid growing up. He could try piling it all into a bun to see how that would go, but since he was almost full, it seemed a waste of time.

Sam selected another shred of his leftovers and bun and had just begun to splice it all together when he happened to glance up at some movement on Dean’s chest. His eyebrows jumped up. “Dean!”

August 30th excerpt:

The hunter pushed himself up on an elbow, tiredly rubbing a hand down his face to clear the sleep from his eyes.

Then he opened his eyes, and saw the scene unfolding on the nightstand.

“Jacob!” Dean exclaimed, sitting bolt upright.

August 29th excerpt:

“I-I think we should start over,” Dean said in a wavering voice, trying to stand on his toes to spot Stan. Get me out of this.

It was a good thing Sam had ducked back into the walls.

August 28th excerpt:

“Sam, you comin’?!” Dean called.

“Just a second!”

Dean impatiently waited by the exit, tapping a boot. “If you didn’t have so much hair, this wouldn’t be such a project!” he called again.

August 27th excerpt:

John started with the bacon, setting a small pan on the stovetop and placing on it two strips once it was hot. He almost put more on in consideration of his guests, but then he remembered that their portions would amount to crumbs compared to his own. He wouldn’t miss anything he took from his own meal if he gave it to the brothers.

While those sizzled in the background, John cracked a couple of eggs into a bowl and started mixing them up with a fork, meandering back to check on Sam. “Found ya some cherry tomatoes,” he reported warmly.

Sam brightened up, distracted from his wanderings on the table. “I love those!”

August 26th excerpt:

“How old are you, Sam?” John asked while he looked around for something to continue Sam’s path. With the kid so open with him, he allowed himself to indulge in the curious questions he hadn’t had time to ask the night before.

“Ten,” Sam answered offhandedly, distracted by his new surroundings. Then, corrected it to “Ten and a half.”