Says Here You're Dead ch 1
Superphantom. Based on this hysterical headcanon.
Sam Winchester accepted his styrofoam cup of coffee with a half-hearted pluck from his brother. He set it down beside the humming vent of his laptop, untouched.
“What? Not even a ‘thanks’?” Dean asked between sips of his own drink.
“Oh, thanks,” Sam muttered in response, but his eyes didn’t lift from the screen. They flickered through text, absorbed with the kind of unbreakable concentration Dean never understood.
“Got something?” Dean asked, his interest piqued. He rested his cup on Sam’s shoulder, and his free hand gripped around the back of his brother’s chair.
“I think so,” Sam answered as he shrugged his brother off. “How’s a ghost hunt sound to you?”
“Better than another day of cable tv and internet porn.”
Dean smiled and took another gulp of his coffee.
“I can’t get much of a concrete source on this, but,” Sam slipped a hand around the backside of his computer and snatched a newspaper folded against its creases, “a whole town disappeared off the grid yesterday. No phones, no internet, no power as far as I can tell, and they’re saying no one could get in or out.”
Dean snorted quietly and leaned around Sam. “And you think we can get them back?”
“No, they came back on their own, sometime around 10 or 11 last night, but supposedly they’re blaming the whole uh—inter-dimensional travel they called it—on ghosts.”
Dean scrunched his eyebrows together, lips parted in doubt. “You ever heard of a ghost that could zap an entire city off the planet?”
“That’s why they’re saying ghosts, plural, and that’s not all.” Sam shifted his attention back to the computer screen; Dean’s eyes followed. “Apparently this town has been under ghost siege for two years, at least.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed as he did the math. "And we’ve never heard of them?”
Sam laughed humorlessly. “Yeah, well they claim they’ve got their own personal ‘ghost hero’ who cleans these things up before they get out of hand. Town’s small and pretty remote, so that doesn’t help news travel.”
Dean smirked at the image in his mind. “What they’ve got…vigilante Batghost looking after them?”