Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader, Harry and Ed (aka the Ghostfacers)
A/N: This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 7. I used the prompt “Stop filming me, moron!” and it’s bolded in the story. This is unbeta’d so if it’s not good then I’m terribly sorry. It was kind of fun to write, though, so that’s all that really matters. Let me know what you think. Thanks so much for reading!
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“Vent Haven Museum of Fort Mitchell, Kentucky,” Ed narrated as Harry zoomed his camera in on the sign reading the same information. The camera panned over to Ed who continued his speech. “The world’s only museum for ventriloquial figures and memorabilia.” He tried to lean casually against the sign but was a few inches too far away, causing him to go wide-eyed with surprise as his arm fell through the air. He quickly straightened back up and awkwardly folded his arms over his chest. “Since its founding in 1973, the proprietors and staff have noted what they felt was the presence of a spirit or spirits lurking around what was once the home of the founder, William Shakespeare Berger. Over the past few months, there have been several strange accidents. One of the staff members fell down the stairs and said she was pushed. Another had terrible scratches down her arms.”
Harry moved his camera’s focus off of Ed and began to pan over to the large Victorian house that stood behind them. The street it sat on was quiet and unassuming. “Tonight,” Ed continued as the camera landed back on his face, “The Ghostfacers will spend the night here to see what answers we can discover. The who’s, the what’s, the why’s.” His face was serious as he looked straight into the camera as it tightened its zoom. “Join us, will you?”
“And… cut! That was great, Ed,” Harry said with a little excited hop. “Tonight’s going to be great. This is the sort of thing people want to see. Creepy ventriloquist dummies, old Victorian houses, quiet neighborhoods. I’m telling you, man, this could be our shot.” He reached down and grabbed a couple bags of gear and hoisted them to his shoulders.
“You’re right, Harry,” Ed said as he followed suit. “Let’s get inside and get set up.”
It wasn’t long before the two had their equipment set up and night fell. All that could be heard was their breathing as they stood in the main room filled with hundreds of seated ventriloquist figures. From down the hall a door squeaked open and the two men held their breaths. Footsteps sounded on the wooden floors as they grew closer and closer. “Holy shit, Ed! Are you getting this?” Harry whispered.
“I’m getting this, buddy,” Ed’s whisper was panicked but excited.
The footsteps grew louder. They were around the corner from the two men now. Harry and Ed turned their flashlights off and waited with their cameras at the ready. A tall, bow-legged figure filled the doorway and shone their flashlight over the two cowering men.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Dean sighed.
“What is it?” Sam said as he peaked his head over his brother’s shoulder. He caught sight of Harry and Ed. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath.
You had been dating your colleague, Dr. Spencer Reid, for nearly three months. Since the last day you took off, which was coincidentally the same day he’d asked you out, the team hadn’t received another day off. You both had nearly three weeks of days off, so you told Spence to request for two weeks and pack comfortable warm clothes. However, you refused to tell him where you were taking him. You wouldn’t even tell him if you were flying or driving or how far you were traveling.
“Come on, Y/N!” he whined. “You’re killing me. I wanna know where we’re going. I need to know!”
“Not a chance, babe,” you retorted. “I want it to be a surprise. I’ve been planning this for two weeks.” You laughed as you heard him groan on the other side of the phone. “I’ll pick you up in the morning and we’ll make our way to our first stop.”
Spencer continued to badger you about where you were going, but you wouldn’t give in.
“Please, Y/N!” he griped. “You know I hate not knowing things. It makes me uncomfortable. I like facts!” He was fiddling with his fingernails. He couldn’t sit still if his life depended on it.
You snorted as you put the key in the ignition, “Alright, I’ll take some pity on you.” You looked toward the passenger seat and his eyes were as wide as a puppy’s. “I won’t tell you where we are going specifically, but I will tell you our first stop is in Kentucky.”
For the next seven hours, your dorky boyfriend tried to name anything he could think of in the state of Kentucky. You were nearly there. “Is it the Louisville Slugger Museum?” he asked swinging his arms like a bat.
You chuckled. “Hon, do you really think our first vacation together would begin with me taking you to something involving sports?”
He raised his eyebrows, “I guess not. Well, I guess that rules out the National Corvette Museum, since I’m not that into cars.
“Nope,” you exclaimed, loving that you’d stumped him for nearly 7 hours.
You pulled onto the road where your first stop was and his eyes grew wide. As you drove into the parking lot, he looked at you. “How is it that we’ve only been dating for three months and you know me so well?” he said looking up at the sign for the Vent Haven: Ventriloquist Museum.
“Well, I kind of like you a lot, and you know, I am a profiler,” you tittered. “We had that case a while back and when ventriloquy came up you looked like you were in your element, like you couldn’t find out enough about it, so I figured this would be a safe bet.”
He looked at you in awe, “It’s amazing,” he said grabbing your hand. "You know me too well.”
You’d barely spoken to each other while you walked through the museum. He was too busy taking everything in. He didn’t want to leave and it was almost too cute to handle, but you wanted to get a good night’s sleep at the hotel you booked before you had to be on the road again.
The next morning you were on your way to the next stop, which was the City Museum in St. Louis, Missouri. You decided to tell Spence what your next stop was and when you’d told him he practically screamed. “You mean to tell me we are going to the FUNHOUSE MUSEUM?!”
Your head flipped back as you matched his excitement, “Yes! The museum where adults can hide in cubbyholes and slide down slides! We get to act like giant babies!” He pumped his fists up in the air, too excited to contain himself.
You didn’t think it was possible to have that much fun, but as you left the City Museum, you both had the biggest smiles plastered on your faces. Over the course of the next five days, you made your way to the World’s Largest Ball of Twine in Kansas, which he’d expressed an interest in for the sole purpose of taking a picture with it; the Four Corners Monument in Colorado, which you figured he’d enjoy, but was really for you. You wanted to say you could be in four places at the same time. And finally, the Hole N’ the Rock in Moab, Utah, which was a giant house carved into the side of a cliff. That just looked fucking cool.
As you made your way to your last planned stop, Spence looked spent. In a good way, but spent nonetheless. “Where are we going now?” he asked, resting his head against the headrest, “We seem to be close to my home.”
You looked at him with hope - hope that he wouldn’t be mad at you for this unschedule stop. “Well, that’s where we are going? We’re on our way to Bennington,” you spoke barely above a whisper. “I knew we wanted to go on a trip together, but I didn’t want you to miss out on some time with your mom. I know how much you miss her and that you want to see her more than you do.” At that point, you pulled into a parking spot and he pulled you in for a kiss.
“Thank you, Y/N,” he breathed. “I can’t thank you enough. And I can’t think of a better time to introduce my mom to the woman I love.”
You breathed a sigh of relief. “I love you too, Spence,” you proclaimed, grabbing his collar and pulling him in for another kiss. “Now, let’s go so I can meet your mom.”
A/N: This is my piece for week three of @x-criminalminds-x‘s summer writing extravaganza! Trying to connect all of the pieces together! Hope you like, and if you want to request something, feel free to stop by my ask box :)
The Vent Haven Ventriloquist Museum, located in Kentucky, is the world’s only museum that focuses on Ventriloquism. Here you will find row upon row of carved wooden dummies, their features prominent and well etched in order to be visible from the back row of a theatre. (Source)