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Dean's POV

We all had our guns drawn when we entered the house. Sam and Christina both pressed their backs towards mine trying to keep an eye out for our ghostly homeowner. My hand felt strange in my skinless hand. I had to readjust and shot an evil glare at Sam.

"I barely have any skin left on my palm." I said my eyes glaring at him.

"I'm not going to pass that line with a ten foot pole." He said clearly not wanting to talk about it. I glared at him while I shone my flashlight into his eyes for a full minute before he flinched swiping at the light and blinking roughly for a few seconds afterward. Christina rolled her eyes as she took charge raising the gun I had given her up to eye level carefully placing one foot in front of the other.

"Do you think old Mordechai's home?" I asked walking in after my sister who was moving her head back and forth like an animal trying to catch a sound from it's prey.

"I don't know." Sam said with a sigh walking in right behind Christina and I.

"Me neither." We all froze and whipped around our guns drawn our fingers resting on the safety. Ed and Harry cowered before us their hands shaking in the air. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! It's us!"

"What are you trying to do? Get yourselves killed?" Sam asked the very thought that crossed my brain.

"We were just trying to get a book and movie deal, okay?" Ed said pushing his glasses back up on his nose. He turned and looked over at Christina who looked as though she was going to shoot them just for the fun of it. "Hey."

"You're idiots!" Christina hissed taking a step towards them. "If you were trying to do this to impress me. You failed miserably." She forced a smile making her eyes more wide then normal. I saw the familiar haze of lust in Ed's eyes as she stood there for a full two minutes before turning away.

I was about to say something to threaten Ed who took off his glasses and began to clean them on his shirt when the sound of knives being sharpened down in the basement made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

"Oh, crap." Ed said and Harry brought up his camera ready for shooting. I felt their bodies press against my back as if I was a police shield. I looked over at my sister who carefully walked to my side and had her gun raised.

"You guys," Harry spoke his words shaking with fear. "You guys wanna open the door for us?"

I turned my head slowly towards him my eyes narrowing. "Why don't you?"

The door exploded! Mordechai stood their his bulky frame taking up the space where the door once stood his ax lazily in his hands. I didn't have to nod as Sam, Christina and I emptied our rounds into his tall frame. Mordechai stood there for a few seconds taking the brunt of the bullets before he vanished in silver mist. Sam and I looked at each other before we took off to separate rooms leaving our sister with those geeks.

End of Dean's POV

~Hell House~

Christina's POV

I felt my mouth drop when my two brothers left me alone. I rolled my eyes as I heard Ed whispering behind me. I cleared my throat before loading another clip into my gun, just in case something went wrong.

"He's gone, he's gone. Oh my god." He sighed. I closed my eyes trying to pick up the scuffs of my brother's shoes, trying desperately be prepared for anything uncommon.

"Did you get him?" Harry asked. I turned around and shrugged.

"I think we got him." I said and his eyes narrowed.

"Not talking to you," he turned his face towards Ed who was still shaking holding the camera in his hands. "The camera. Did you get him on Camera?"

"I think so." I turned around taking a few cautious steps around making sure nothing appeared that shouldn't be there. Why can't I shake this feeling something didn't work out the way it should have? I wondered.

"Let me see it. Let me see it." I turned and walked behind the two "professional" hunters and looked over their shoulders at the small camera that Harry held in his hands. I saw Dean's back in the playback and that's when I saw something smash into the Camera sending the pits of plastic and wires spraying everywhere on the floor.

Harry let out a loud girly scream and I raised my gun only to see Mordechai's form vanishing into thin air once again. My brother's heavy footsteps soon surrounded me their guns raised. I was shaking and I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist. I turned and saw Ed his eyes full of scared tears. I quickly shook him off and Dean appeared around the corner.

"Hey!" He screamed pulling Ed towards him his hand gripping the front of his shirt. "Did you guys post that b.s story we gave you?"

"Yeah, of course we did!" Ed said pulling Dean's hand away from his shirt. I looked over to my right and saw Sam walking in his gun ready to fire.

"But..." Harry's voice sent a wave of concern through me as I looked at him along with my two brothers. "Our server crashed."

"Yeah." Ed added rubbing the back of his head slowly. He gave me a please forgive me look and I just rolled my eyes letting out a small groan.

End of Christina's POV

~Hell House~

Sam's POV

"So you're saying the story didn't take?" Dean's voice was angry. I didn't blame him. The two brainless shuffled their feet as they nodded. "So these," Dean was trying to keep his voice steady. "These guns don't work?" Once again, nervous shuffles and a soft yes. "Great! Any bright ideas Sam?"

"We're out of here!" I almost wanted to shoot them as they darted past Dean running into the other room. Their screams pierced my ears as we ran in. Mordechai was advancing on them. They were standing by the door but they kept screaming.

"Hey!" I saw Mordechai's vision trail to me and my insides shook. "Come and get me you ugly son of a Bitch!" Mordechai was slowly advancing towards me as I ran in the opposite side of the house. He raised his ax high about his head and I managed to hold it back just a little bit, before I felt myself being pinned against the wall, the cool metal blade of the ax up against my throat.

"Get away from my brother, Asshole!" Christina's blonde hair bounced as she wrapped her arms around Mordechai's neck. But he didn't struggle until he grabbed her by her shoulder and threw her towards the wall sending her out the window of the house.

I saw Ed and Harry still standing there looking dumbfounded. "Get out of here!" I screamed trying to keep the ax from entering my soft skin.

"Don't have to tell us twice!" Harry said unlocking the door.

"We're out of here!" Ed said and they both disappeared through the door.

I closed my eyes tightly as the smell of Kerosene drifted in my nose. I caught a glimpse of Dean splashing a jug of it around everywhere. I wanted to scream to him then but I felt myself being lifted into the air the pressure of the ax still great on my throat. "DEAN!" I gasped.

"Hey!" Dean's body appeared like magic. I saw Mordechai looking at him for a second dropping me into to a heap. I felt something wet sliding down my neck and I feared it was blood. But as I took a quick look only saw it was sweat. The heat from the fire was intense when I felt Dean grab my shoulders and shoved me towards the door. "Get out of here!" My legs were on autopilot as I ran towards the opened door. "Mordechai can't leave the house. We can't kill him...we improvise."

I watched as Dean's lighter flicked once before he tossed it in the room igniting the kerosene he had just a few seconds before. The fire licked up the wooden fortress and we rushed out our younger sister standing holding an arm that was clearly been pull from it's socket. Her eyes were full of relief as we stumbled out and fell to the ground.

"That's your solution?" I asked rubbing at my throat. "Burning the whole damn thing to the ground?"

"Well, nobody will go in there anymore." He said standing up. We turned our direction to a sicking popping sound and a small whimper as our sister had just popped her arm back into place. She nodded and slowly walked over towards the Impala not caring about the fire we had just set. "Think about it." Dean said going back to the sound of wood crackling and smell of smoke surrounded us. "If there isn't a house to haunt, Mordechai can't haunt. And since he can't leave it's a win-win situation."

"What if the legend changes and Mordechai can leave?" I asked my face burned with the heat from the fire.

"Well, then we'll just have to come back."

We stood there in silence watching the house burn to glowing embers. As we walked back to the Impala, our sister's blonde hair stretched over the back seat as she slept something popped in my mind. "Kinda makes you wonder." Dean turned his attention to me as we opened the car doors and slid inside. "Of all the things we hunted, how many exist because of people who believe in them."

"Don't sweat it little bro." Dean said turning over the car's engine. "Let's just write this down as a closed case."

"Yeah, your right." I agree and we drove back to our hotel room.

End of Sam's POV