The Morton house. The Grand Canyon of hunters, and Dean had insisted that we went there, since it was the 29th of February and the ghost will only be active on this one day for next 4 years. 

"What was the name of the ghost again?" I asked as we drove towards the house. 

"We don't know yet." Sam answered. "No one has lived to tell the tale." 

"Comforting." I muttered sighing. 

"Come on Cub, are you not scared of a little ghost, are ya?" Dean taunted. 

"When they can kill me, yeah." I answered with sarcasm dripping through every last word. 

"They are going to have a tough time killing you." Dean fired back chuckling. 

"You do realize, I am not immortal, right?" I scrunch up my face. "I can actually die." 

"Doesn't seem like it." Dean chuckled and Sam with. 

"What was that?" I shot up as I heard a sound, since we were near the house. 

"What?" Sam asked. 

"There was a sound near the fence over there." I pointed in the direction as Dean slowed down and Sam used his flashlight. I could swear, I could smell people around, but at the same time, this was a forest which held a haunted house. Many stupid humans would camp out here, trying to get themselves killed, it would seem. 

"I can't see anything, can you?" Sam looked to us and we both shook our heads. 

"Probably just some local kids." I muttered, as we drove off again. 

I smelled another presence in the house, as we had entered it. Or rather many other people. "Guys," I said to gain their attention. "We got company." 

"Police?" Sam questioned.

"Police." Dean confirmed. Knowing what that meant I transformed into my wolf form, and followed the boys. 

"Stop, police officers." Dean yelled as we went towards the small group of two young men, while I growled for the added effect. "Don't move." 

"Oh no." The younger one of the two trembled and closed his eyes. 

"Alright, take it easy." Sam came through with his much calmer voice. "Let us see some ID." 

"Come on." Dean hurried them up.

"Let's see some ID." Sam said once more. 

"Are we under arrest?" The same as before croaked out while handing Dean his ID.

"We are unarmed." The other one said. 

"Oh God." The first one sighed. 

"You wanna explain that weirdo outfit, mr. Corbett?" Dean asked as he examined the ID.

"Woah." The other said in what sounded like realization, as Corbett had trouble getting the right words out. "I know you." 

Wait what?

"Yeah sure, you do." Dean said not buying it. "Give us some ID, come on."

"Woah, woah hold on a second." He continued. "I know both of you guys, yeah."

"What?" Corbett was puzzled as well as me. 

"Yeah." He continued.

"Holy shit." Sam exclaimed, prompting both Dean and I frown at him. 

"What?" Dean asked. 

"Uhm West Texas, the tulpa we had to take out." Sam started explaining. "Those two goofball that almost got us killed? Hellhounds or something?"

"Fuck me." Dean said as it dawned on him.

"We are not hellhounds anymore, okay?" The one spoke in a very much annoying tone. "It didn't work out."

"Whats going on?" Corbett asked confused. 

"There are not cops, buddy." He kept going. 

"Leona, you can turn back now." Sam sighed. I frowned slightly, but ultimately did as he said. 

"ARGH!" The people yelled and started to try and run away from me.

"Am I that scary?" I mumbled and found that they had been stopped by a locked door. 

"Get away from us, evil spirit!" One of the men, apparently named Ed, yelled. 

"Please don't eat us." Corbett pleaded. 

"Woah, woah I'm not gonna eat you." I clarified. 

"You're not?" Corbett asked with a mixture of relief and doubt.

"No, she is with us." Sam told him. 

"Are you a werewolf?" Corbett asked with fear very present on his face. 

"Oh, don't compare me to those monsters." I quickly stated. "I'm a Wolfblood and short story better senses, faster, stronger and can transform into a wolf." 

"Now that we have that in order," Dean took over. "Ed, you had a partner too, didn't you? A different guy?"

"Oh yeah." He confirmed. 

"Is he around here somewhere?" 

"Yeah, he is running around chasing ghosts." Ed said cocky. 

"More like trying to himself killed." I groaned. 

"Okay, well listen. You and Rambo need to find your girlfriends and get out of here." Dean ordered. 

"Alright." Ed chuckled with an arrogance that really got under my nerves. "Listen here chisel chest. We were here first, we have already set up basecamp. We beat you."

"They were here first." Dean turned around to us. 

"Seriously, how old are you guys?" I groaned as Dean grabbed Ed's collar. 

"Oh God." Came from Ed as he was pushed against a wall. 

"Ed?"

"Yeah?"

"Where is your partner?" 

We walked back to their so-called 'Basecamp' as I turned to Sam. 

"Why have I never heard of these guys?"

"Because we hoped, we would be rid off them." Sam sighed. 

"I get, what you mean." I sighed as well. "Having spent two minutes with Ed, I already want to rip his throat out. With my teeth." 

"Looks like we have a long night ahead of us." Sam commented. 

"What are you doing here at the Morton house, Ed huh?" Dean broke our conversation as we reached basecamp. "On leap year? What are you thinking?" 

"And there's Dean scolding a toddler." I mumbled earning a slight chuckle from Sam. 

"We are here to spend the night, okay?" Ed defended. Obviously doing a poor job of it. "It's for our Tv-show."

"So people like to watch others do stupid shit?" I frowned. 

"What? Great, perfect." Sam said.

"Yeah, nobody has ever spend the night before." Corbett added.

"Uhh actually yeah, they have." Dean clarified. 

"Uhm, we have never heard of them." Ed commented. 

"You know why?" I started. "Because those, who have, never breathed a word about it. In fact, they never breathed ever again." 

"Hey, you shouldn't be talking like that to me. I am older than you." Ed shot back. 

"And I can claw you up right now." I fired back, effectively shutting him up. 

"Look if you want proof." Sam walked to us taking his bag. "Missing persons reports going back almost a half-century." He took out a bunch of the posters, we had looked at before arriving. "John Graham, stayed on a dare, gone. Julie Wilkerson, gone. There are tons more. All of them came to just stay the night through, always on a leap year. The only body, they ever found, was the last owner, Freeman Daggett."

"These look legit." Ed commented as he went through them. 

"They are legit." Sam said. "And look we ain't got much time here, buddy. Starting at midnight, your friends are going to die."

"Oh god." Shouts and yelling from a group of three more people came as they ran down the stairs. "Oh my god! Oh god! Guys! Oh my god! We got one! Corbett, we saw one!" 

"What?" 

"It was a full apparition!" A dark haired guy yelled from apparent excitement. Why would anyone be excited by a ghost, instead of getting the hell outta there? "It was like a class 4 specter."

"It was amazing." The only other girl added, before a silence fell upon us as they eyed the Winchesters and I. 

"Hey, aren't those the fuckers from Texas?" The dark haired guy yelled. 

"Yes." Ed confirmed.

"Alright, lets have this reunion across the street." Dean tried to order them. "Guys, come on. We will get you ice cream, our treat. What do you say?" 

"Like that would work." I chuckled to Dean as the murmur from the group was deafening. 

"We honestly got proof, alright?" The girl said, catching mine and the guys' attention. 

"Are you kidding me?" Ed asked as a video with a man in a hat and trench coat come on.

"Not kidding." Dark hair confirmed.

"Ghosts." Someone else murmured. 

"And what kind of reading did we get?" Ed asked.

"It was 10,9." Dark hair answered.

"10,9?" Ed asked as if he couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, it was almost 11." He confirmed. "We came out and I was like 'whats going on?' and I was like..."

"Wait, wait." The girl interrupted. "Watch this part." 

The video showed what appeared to be the man getting shot and then the 'ghost' disappearing. 

"He got shot." 

"Blasted."

"Crazy."

"My god."

"Leona, come here." Sam motioned for me to follow him and Dean, which I happily did. "Think we were off on this? That was just a death echo."

"But that doesn't explain all of the disappearances throughout the years." I pointed out. 

"Yeah, and what's a death echo doing here?" Dean joined in. "Did anybody get shot here?" 

"Not that I could find." Sam answered. 

"Whats a death echo?" The cameraman from the group asked, which I of course ignored. 

"If we got a problem here, that ghost aint it." Sam simply said.

"Whats a death echo?" Cameraman just repeated. 

"Seriously, these guys." I groaned. 

"Echoes are trapped in a loop." Dean explained. "They keep replaying how they died over and over and over again, and it is usually in the place, where they were ganked. It's about as dangerous as a scary movie."

"So maybe the echo's not dangerous, but something else is." 

"You're right." I agreed. 

"Alright, we need to get out of here, guys." Dean commanded, which quickly turned into a mumble of us trying to get them out and their lame protests about leaving their equipment behind and stupid things like that. 

"Wait, wait, wait." Dark hair yelled gaining our attention. 

"Where is Corbett?" Ed asked. 

"Oh you gotta be kidding me." I mumbled. "Okay, does any of you have anything with his scent on it, huh? Like clothes or a camera or something?"

"Why?" Dark hair asked. 

"What are you gonna do?" The girl asked.

"Here." Dean handed me Corbett's ID to try and locate him with. I started my process of smelling and trying to catch his scent, while Sam explained what I was doing.

"Leona is a Wolfblood, and it means, amongst many other things, she has an incredible sense of smell." 

"I think I got him." I called as I started running towards where the smell was coming from with the others right behind. "Corbett!" I yelled as I got closer only to hear his frightened screams back, only prompting me to run faster than before. 

"Let me go!" I heard him scream. "Guys!" 

I ran around as the screams faded and I was once again with the group. 

"I wasn't fast enough." I sighed. 

"Okay, he is not here." Sam took over. "Let's go, let's go, let's go." 

"That was Corbett, didn't you hear him?" Dark hair asked as we shoved them along. 

"Sam, Cub, get them outta here!" Dean yelled over the protests.