"Alright, what is it?" Dean scowled as he let Ed into the room.
"I made it up." The man blurted out.
"What?"
"Thinman. I-I created him."
"Woah, slow down there." Dean frowned. "You did what?"
"Harry was getting too serious with his girlfriend...he was gonna marry her! She wanted nothing to do with the Ghostfacers, and I knew it would be over if they tied the knot."
"So you made up this story to keep him interested?" Cas squinted. "That hardly seems ethical."
"I know it was wrong...but it worked! We started hunting down this thing, and Harry broke it off with his girl."
"You ruined your friend's relationship for some fake case?" Dean shook his head in disbelief. "That's messed up, man."
"Yeah, but now it's really happening, and I don't know how...It's not a Tulpa; I made sure the lore was different enough on every site I posted to."
Dean sighed. "Awesome. Hey, where is Harry anyway?"
"He wanted to look for Thinman in the woods-"
"You dropped him off in the woods alone?" Dean exclaimed.
"No!" Ed defended himself. "Not really, anyway. I left him in the park behind a shopping mall. There are a few trees, but it's not a freakin' forest."
"Jesus." Dean muttered, grabbing his coat. "Let's go get him."
They followed him to the Impala, and quickly made their way to the park.
"You won't tell him, right?" Ed asked nervously as they pulled up.
"Nope. That's your job."
They stepped out of the car just in time to see Harry scrambling out of a grove of trees.
"Help! It got me!" He was screaming.
They ran to him just as he collapsed, holding his stomach. Cas gently pried his hand off his midsection, and it came away red.
"Dammit." Dean rose. "You stay with him, keep pressure on that. We'll go catch the bastard."
They left the two Ghostfacers on the ground, and sprinted towards the trees. Dean shone his flashlight around, and his eyes widened when he saw three distinct sets of footprints. One clearly belonged to Harry, as it led out into the open. But the other two stopped and turned back instead of following further.
They quickly followed the steps to the other side of the park, where they disappeared at the curb.
"The creatures seem to have teleported." Cas observed.
"Or gotten into a car." Dean pointed out. "I think I know what's going on here."
"Humans?"
"Yeah. People are fuckin' crazy. Alright, let's head back and see if Harry's still alive."
"He appears to be alive." Cas said with relief as they approached the two men. Harry was on the ground leaning up against the Impala, and Ed was next to him, still keeping pressure on the wound.
"Guys, I just got attacked by Thinman. I have to tweet this." His eyes were wide, and he didn't appear to be in much pain.
"You didn't tell him?" Dean asked.
"Tell me what?"
"Can't we worry about that later?" Ed almost shouted. "He's bleeding out!"
"It's not that even that bad!" Harry shook his head.
"He's right; it looks like the bleeding has already stopped." Cas pointed out.
"Thank you!"
"Okay, let's take this back to the motel." Dean sighed and helped Harry into the backseat.
The ride back was awkward, with the injured Ghostfacer babbling on about how they were gonna make a movie about Thinman, and all the publicity it would receive.
Once inside the motel, they had Harry sit on the bed while Dean cut away his shirt. The hunter cleaned around the wound, and Cas couldn't tear his eyes away from those skilled hands. The older Winchester could have been a doctor. He moved quickly but gently, and the former angel couldn't help but wonder what those hands would feel like on his skin...
"Doesn't even need stitches." Dean said once he finished bandaging it.
"Great. Now, where's my camera? I think I caught it on film!"
Ed cleared his throat. "Harry...there's something I gotta tell you."