Supernatural: Hell House

A/N: Turns out that I'll be posting this chapter today after all; so you all know, tomorrow and Saturday, my sister and I will be going to the Salt Lake Comic Con, which will be the first to be held ever in Salt Lake City. Yeah, it isn't a major one like the one held in San Diego and Chicago, but I'm looking forward to it. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or from Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.

CHAPTER TWO: A PRANK AND A TWIST

After returning to the town a few hours later, Sam left the County Courthouse holding some research and met both Dean and Liz outside.

"Hey," Sam said.

"Hey. What do you got?" Dean asked as they walked back to the car.

"Well, I couldn't find a Mordechai, but with Garcia's help, I did turn up a Martin Murdoch who lived in that house in the thirties," Sam informed them. "He did have children, but only two of 'em…both boys. And there was no record he ever killed anybody."

Dean nodded. "Huh."

"What about you guys?" Sam asked.

"Well, those kids didn't really give us a clear description of that dead girl, but we did hit up the police station. No matching missing persons…it's like she never existed," Dean explained as they reached the car. "Dude, come on, man. We did our digging, this one's a bust, alright? For all we know, those Hell Hound boys made up the whole thing."

"Yeah, alright," Sam agreed reluctantly.

Dean nodded. "So, I say we find ourselves a bar and some beers, and leave the legend to the locals." And both he and Liz got into the car while Sam remained outside, smirking as Dean started the car; when he turned it on, fast-paced Salsa music blasted from the speakers, and the windshield wipers started to move back and forth. Both Dean and Liz jumped, startled, and he rushed to turn everything off. Sam got in the car, laughing.

"What the-?" Dean began when Sam licked his finger and drew a number one in the air, then pointed to himself and mouthed, "Me?" getting a groan out of Liz. "That's all you got? That's weak. That is Bush-league," he growled while their brother continued laughing as they drove away.

That night, a group of three teenagers were standing outside the house.

"This is it," the boy told the girl, Jill. "The point of no return."

"Why do I have to go in there?" Jill asked, both reluctantly and nervously.

"Because, Jill, you chose dare instead of truth," the girl pointed out. "Which means you either have to go grab a jar from Mordechai's cellar and bring it back, or-?"

"Or you can make out with me," the boy added as he smirked.

Jill scowled. "I'll take the homicidal ghost, thanks." And she took the flashlight from him and entered the house.

"Would you ever take that dare?" the boy asked the remaining girl.

"Hell, no," the girl responded.

Jill entered the house and looked around when she heard a loud noise come from another room. "Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?" she called out, but when there was no reply, she continued to look around and made her way to the cellar.

Jill walked downstairs and observed the jars on the shelves; she took one from the shelf, but heard a noise and dropped it, causing the jar to shatter. Frantically, she looked around and found Mordechai Murdoch standing before her; she screamed as he tied a noose around her neck and began to hang her in the rafters. Her glasses fell off, but Mordechai crushed them as she continued to scream and choke until she died completely.

The next morning, several ambulances and sheriffs were surrounding the building, and Jill's body was being carried out of the house in a body bag, when Dean, Liz, and Sam walked up to an onlooker.

"What happened?" Dean asked.

"Couple of cops say that poor girl hung herself in the house," the man answered.

"Suicide?" Sam asked.

The man nodded. "Yeah. But she was a straight-A student, with a full ride to UT, too. It just don't make sense." And he walked away.

"What do you think?" Sam asked Dean and Liz as they watched the body bag get placed into the ambulance on a stretcher.

"I think maybe we missed somethin'," Dean remarked, frowning.

That night, a couple of sheriffs were still guarding the house, and Dean, Liz, and Sam were watching the building from behind some trees.

"I guess the cops don't want anymore kids screwin' around in there," Sam remarked.

Dean nodded, frustrated. "Yeah, but we still gotta get in there." Just then, he heard whispering, and groaned when he found the source. "I don't believe it."

Both Sam and Liz turned around and they saw Ed and Harry walking towards the house with all their equipment.

"What're they doing here?" Liz muttered, still annoyed with their last encounter with those two jerks.

Dean suddenly smiled. "I got an idea." He then stood up behind the trees and shouted a familiar line from Ghostbusters. "Who ya gonna call?"

Hearing the shout, one of the sheriffs spotted Ed and Harry. "Hey! You!" they began to chase after them. While they were running away, the Winchesters managed to slip past them and got into the house.

Dean, Liz, and Sam entered and got out their weapons.

"Man, where have I seen that symbol before?" Dean grumbled, aiming his flashlight at the symbol in question. "It's killin' me!"

"Come on," Sam hissed, "we don't have much time."

The Winchesters went downstairs and looked around; Dean picked up a jar from the shelf and examined it.

"Hey, Sam," he said grinning, "I dare you to take a swig of this."

Sam and Liz exchanged a look. "What the hell would I do that for?"

Dean was silent for a moment. "I double-dare you."

Sam shook his head when they heard a noise from another area of the room. Dean put the jar down and got his weapon ready; they walked over to a cabinet, where Dean motioned for Sam to open the door. He opened it and several rats scurried onto the floor, prompting Liz to yelp since she wasn't a fan of rats.

Dean grimaced. "Ugh, I hate rats."

"You'd rather it was a ghost?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded. "Yes."

They turned and found Mordechai standing behind them with an axe; Sam quickly shot Mordechai a few times, and he dissolved into a cloud of smoke.

"What the hell? What kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?" Sam asked, surprised.

"I don't know," Dean admitted, surprised as well. "Come on, come on, come on." And they ran for the stairs.

Mordechai reappeared and began smashing all the shelves; he tried to swing at Sam, but he held up his rifle to stop the axe from hitting him.

"Go! Get out of here!"

They managed to get away from Mordechai and ran back up the stairs as fast as they could.

Having escape the sheriffs, Ed and Harry were looking around outside.

"Maybe we should just go," Harry suggested.

"No," Ed snapped. "Would John Edward go? Now, we've lost the cops, let's find our center, and get some work done, okay?" and Harry reluctantly nodded. "Alright."

A second later, Dean, Liz, and Sam came running out of the house, and both Ed and Harry focused their cameras on them.

"Get that damn thing out of my face!" Dean snapped as they ran past them, and Mordechai showed up in the front doorway.

"Sweet Lord of the Rings…run!" Harry yelped and they ran away, but the sheriffs stopped them. "But there's a…with an axe…where'd he go?" he wondered since Mordechai had vanished from the doorway.

"Boys, come on," the sheriff growled and they pinned them against the police car.

Later on, Sam was doing more research on the computer, and both Liz and Dean were lying on the bed, where he was drawing the symbol from the house on a notepad.

"What the hell is this symbol?" Dean complained. "It's buggin' the hell outta me. This whole damn job is buggin' me. I thought the legend said that Mordechai only goes after chicks."

"He does," Sam confirmed.

"Right. Well, then that explains why he went after you and Liz, but why me?" Dean wondered, wincing when Liz kicked his shin.

"Hilarious," Sam muttered, not amused in the slightest. "The legend also says he hung himself, but you see those slit wrists?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

"I was expecting a rope burn around his neck, not damage to his wrists," Liz added.

"What's up with that?" Sam wondered, agreeing with his sister. "And the axe, too. I mean, ghosts are usually pretty strict, right? Following the same patterns over and over?"

"But his mood keeps changin'," Dean confirmed.

"Exactly," Sam agreed, logging onto the Hell Hounds' website. "I'm tellin' you, the way the story goes…wait a minute."

"What?" Dean asked.

"Someone added a new post into the Hell Hounds' site," Sam told them. "Listen to this." And he started reading the post. "They say Mordechai Murdoch was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with an axe before slitting his own wrists. Now he's imprisoned in the house for eternity." While listening, Dean kept studying the symbol, and then suddenly sat up and almost knocked Liz off the bed as he realized something. "Where the hell is this going?" he wondered.

"I don't know, but I think I might have just figured out where it all started," Dean said, smiling at Sam and got off the bed.

Craig was sitting at the cash register, frustrated and upset; he got up and started to walk away, just as Dean, Liz, and Sam entered.

"Hey, Craig. Remember us?" Dean called out.

Sighing, Craig turned around. "Guys, I'm really not in the mood to answer anymore of your questions, okay?"

"Oh, don't worry," Dean said reassuringly, "we're just here to buy an album, that's all." Rolling his eyes, Craig turned away; Dean looked through some albums, chose one, and then they walked over to him. "You know, I couldn't figure out what that symbol was, and then I realized, it doesn't mean anything. It's a logo for Blue Oyster Cult," he told his siblings while Craig turned to face them, guilty. "So, tell me, Craig…are you into BOC? Or just scarin' the hell outta people?" he asked, handing the album to the young man, who flipped it over and saw the symbol. "So, why don't you tell us about that house without lyin' through your ass this time," he suggested.

Craig sighed. "Alright, um…my cousin, Dana, was on break from TCU, and I guess we were just bored, lookin' for something to do, so I showed her this abandoned dump I found," he explained.

Craig and Dana were in the house, nailing objects to the walls, as well as painting symbols on the floors and walls. Later, Dana puts on makeup and Craig puts a noose around her neck. She jokingly pretends to choke, and they laugh.

"We thought it'd be funny if we made it look like it was haunted," he explained. "So, we painted symbols on the walls…some from some albums, and some from some of Dana's theology textbooks. And then we found out this guy Murdoch used to live there, so we made up some story to go along with that. So, they told people, who told other people, and then these two guys put it on their stupid website. Everything just took on a life of its own. I mean, I thought it was funny at first, but…now that girl's dead. And he began to cry. "It was just a joke, you know, I mean…none of it was real, we made the whole thing up, I swear," he promised, wiping away his tears.

Dean nodded. "Alright." And they headed for the door, where he leaned in closer to his siblings so that Craig couldn't hear them. "If none of it was real, then how the hell do you explain Mordechai?" And they left. What on Earth was going on?

Later that same day, both Dean and Liz entered the room and she closed the door behind them while Dean tossed the car keys onto the table. Sam was in the shower, and Dean took advantage of the moment to pull out a packet of itching powder pouring it over Sam's clothes while ignoring Liz's exasperated look.

"Hey, we're back," Dean called out.

`"Hey. Where were you guys?"` Sam asked as he turned the water off in the bathroom.

"Oh, we went out," Dean answered vaguely, rubbing the clothes together without getting any of the powder onto himself.

Sam took the answer in stride. `"So, I think I might have a theory about what's goin' on."`

"Oh, yeah?" Dean asked.

`"Yeah,"` Sam responded. `"What if Mordechai is a tulpa?"`

"A tulpa?" Liz repeated.

Just then, Sam came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist; Dean jumped and hid the powder. "Yeah, a Tibetan thought form."

"Yeah, I know what a tulpa is," Dean said quickly. "Hey, why don't you get dressed? We'll go grab somethin' to eat." He then smiled and went into the bathroom.

"I'll be in the car," Liz muttered with an eye roll and left the room.

Nodding, Sam walked over to the bed and grabbed his clothes.

An hour later, Dean, Liz, and Sam got their food and went to a nearby table to sit down. Sam was shifting uncomfortably and trying to scratch himself.

"Hey, what's your problem?" Dean asked, hiding a smirk.

"Nothing. I'm fine," Sam answered quickly as they sat down at their table.

Dean raised his eyebrows while Liz sighed again, wondering how long they were going to keep pulling pranks on either other? "Yeah?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

Dean nodded, enjoying the moment. "Alright, so, keep goin', what about these tulpas?"

"Okay, uh, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915," Sam explained, pulling out his laptop. "A group of monks visualized a golem in their heads. They meditate on it so hard, they bring the thing to life-out of thin air."

Dean and Liz exchanged a look, uncertain. "So?"

"That was twenty monks," Sam stated. "Imagine what ten thousand web surfers could do. I mean, Craig starts a story about Mordechai, and it spreads, goes online. Now there are countless people all believing in the bastard."

"Okay, wait a second. You're trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?" Dean asked surprised.

Sam nodded and shifted uncomfortably again. "I don't know, maybe."

"People believe in Santa Claus," Dean pointed out. "How come I'm not gettin' hooked up every Christmas?"

"'Cause you're a bad person," Sam retorted and Liz laughed as he typed something on the computer. "And because of this," he added, turning the computer so that his older siblings could see; on the monitor was a picture of another symbol on the wall of the house. "That's a Tibetan spirit sigil on the wall of the house. Craig said they were painting symbols from a theology textbook. I bet you they painted this not even knowing what it was. Now, that sigil has been used for centuries…concentrating meditative thoughts like a magnifying glass. So, people are on the Hell Hounds' website, starin' at the symbol, thinkin' about Mordechai…I mean, I don't know. But it might be enough to bring a tulpa to life."

"It would explain why he keeps changin'," Dean said thoughtfully, slipping his coffee.

"Right," Sam confirmed. "As the legend changes, people think different things, so Mordechai himself changes, like a game of telephone. That would also explain why the rock salt didn't work."

Dean and Liz both nodded. "Yeah, 'cause he's not a traditional spirit, per se."

"Yeah," Sam agreed, scratching himself.

"Okay, so, uh, why don't we just get this spirit sigil thingy off the wall and off the website?" Dean suggested.

"Well, it's not that simple," Sam said. "You see, once tulpas are created, they take on a life of their own."

"Oh joy," Liz groaned. "That's just peachy."

"Great," Dean sighed, agreeing with his twin. "Alright, so, if he really is a thought form, how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?"

"Well, it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us," Sam added, clicking several areas. "Check out their homepage." The video on the website showed the events from the previous night at the house. "Since they posted the video, the number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone."

Dean stared at the screen thoughtfully. "Huh. I got an idea. Come on."

"Where are we going?" Sam asked as he shut the laptop and gathered his things.

"I gotta find a copy store," Dean answered, standing up. "Liz, start being creative."

"Um, creative how?" Liz asked, confused.

"I'll explain on the way."

Sam was still scratching. "Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or somethin'," he complained when Dean laughed and walked away with Liz, who was rolling her eyes again. "You did this?" he asked, realizing that he'd just been prank on when his big brother laughed again. "You're a friggin' jerk."

"Oh, yeah!" Dean confirmed as the score was now tied.

Vowing revenge to himself, Sam took his bag and coffee and followed at them. 'I'm so going to win this prank war if it's the last thing that I do!'

A/N: Current score Dean: 2 Sam: 1. R&R everyone!