Ok so I've been working all day long on this chap making sure it is perfect, and it's about 2,000 words longer than i normally post but hey its more story right? I'll be posting the next chap by friday hopefully, so enjoy this one :D thanks to my reviewers, you guys are the best!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural...I only own Melody

Melody kneeled down in the dirt with her brothers behind a collection of dry trees. They had been hiding out all day waiting for the cops to leave. Though after the "suicide" early that day she wasn't surprised they were still there. A young girl about eighteen years old, had been found inside the cellar, hung by the neck with a rope.

They had obviously missed something and the Winchesters decided to stake out the house. Sam sighed and whispered to his siblings, "I guess the cops don't want any more kids screwing around in there."

"Yeah," Dean said glancing at him, "but we still got to get in there." He watched the house a bit longer than glanced over when he heard twigs snapping and hushed talking. He felt his jaw slacken a little, "I don't believe it."

Melody followed where his eyes had landed and felt her jaw drop too, "Those brave, insane, stupid nerds."

Dean patted her shoulder, "I got an idea." Slowly he stood up and cupped a hand over the side of his mouth and shouted, "Who you gonna call!"

The Hellhounds stopped in their tracks pulling off their large goggles, looking around to see who had yelled. The police, alerted to their presence ran after the two as they bolted. Melody laughed and stood with her brothers sprinting into the house.

Sam set down their supply bag and pulled out two sawed off shotguns handing both to his siblings. Melody turned on her flashlight as Sam whipped out his own shotgun and stood up straight. Dean and his sister moved their lights around the house, both stopped on the strange symbol on the wall below the stairs.

"Where have we seen that symbol Mels? It's killing me."

"Come on," Sam said pulling his siblings' attention away from the wall, "We don't have much time."

They moved down to the cellar, it was obviously the heart of whatever was going on in the house. Looking around the near empty basement Melody saw a few jars stacked onto shelves. Dean walked up closer to the jars and handed his gun to his sister before picking one up. Shining his flashlight into the milky, red liquid he glanced over his shoulder, "Hey Sam, I dare you to take a swig of this."

Sam, amazed at his brothers skills of getting easily distracted stared at him for a moment, "The hell would I do that for?"

Melody leaned in closer to look at the jar then grinned and looked back at her little brother, "I double dare you."

Rolling his eyes Sam went back to looking around the cellar. Dean elbowed his sister and tried to give her the jar causing her to chuckle and gently push it away. He was about to dare her to try but stopped when they all heard a scraping sound come from the other side of the basement. Quickly handing Dean his shotgun back, all three moved towards the noise.

Coming around they zeroed in on the scrapes that were echoing out of a drawer. Dean stood a few feet in front of the doors, Sam and Melody stood to the side. With a nod from their brother, the younger Winchesters reached out and quickly pulled open the doors. A mess of rats squeaked and scurried out and off to a dark corner of the basement.

"Ugh," Dean grimaced, "I hate rats."

"What, you'd rather it was a ghost?" Sam asked moving to stand by his brother.

"Yes," Dean said a look of disgust on his face. Melody could only smile warmly at him, her big, loveable idiot brother. She made to tell him how much of a girl he was acting like but shouted at him to move raising her gun at the same time Sam did. The spirit of…whoever…with its read glowing eyes wielding a large axe and was swinging it back and aiming at their brother's head.

Sam shot first, hitting the ghost in the shoulder but it didn't even budge. Grunting Melody shot again and hit it in the chest, the spirit flickered but did not fully disappear. Dean threw out his gun arm and pulled the trigger hitting the ghost in the stomach and it finally puffed away.

"What the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?" Sam exclaimed.

"I don't know," Dean said glancing around the basement wearily. Knowing that the spirit would be back he pushed Melody and Sam in front of him, "Come on! Go!"

Melody followed Sam as Dean skirted around behind the shelves of jars. They heard a loud whooshing sound and then the first set of jars and shelves burst and shattered. The ghost had thrown his axe through the wood, sending Dean falling back onto the floor.

Whipping around Melody blocked the spirit's axe with the barrel of her gun and shot him in the chest. It wailed at her and kicked her in the stomach sending her flying backwards, landing just at the bottom of the stairs.

Sam yelled and blocked the spirit's attacks, holding up the axe he shouted at his siblings who were slowly getting to their feet, "Go! Get outta here!"

Melody felt Dean push her up the stairs and glanced back to see Sam quickly following avoiding the axe that was sent into the breaker box of the house. Sprinting through the rooms she stood by the door and pointed her gun down the halls with Dean copying her. Sam stopped at the front door and backed up a few steps.

"Sammy! Hurry!" she cried letting off two more rounds, only slowing down the ghost.

Dean shot the ghost one more time then grabbed Melody by the elbow, "Go! Go!" she turned and ran for the front door and burst through with Sam as he sent his shoulder through the wood, Dean right behind them. They stumbled and fell over onto the ground, breaking the police tape surrounding the house.

"Turn those things off!" Melody shouted when she spotted Ed and Harry standing just outside a few feet from the house. Picking up Sam she made a run for it hearing Dean yelling at the nerds,

"Get that damn thing out of my face!"

"Come on Dean!" Sam called back to his brother.

Ed and Harry were confused at these amateur's behaviors. But when they looked up at the entrance to the house they knew why they were running so fast…

"Sweet lord…" Ed trailed off, voice going out.

"Of the rings!" Harry wailed taking off his goggles. They both exchanged quick glances and then turned and ran, only running into the cops again.

"Wait! There's a..." the tried to explain but when they looked back at the house all they saw was dark.

Melody sighed, pulling her hair back into a messy bun she sat down on the bed next to Dean sipping at her water. Dean was scratching down the symbol they had been mulling over all night since they got back from the house.

Finishing up his drawing Dean held out the pad for him and his sister to see, "What the hell is this symbol? It's bugging the hell out of me."

Chewing her lip Melody took the pad and studied it for a moment before saying, "Honestly this whole job is bugging me."

"Yeah," Dean agreed with her, "I thought the legend said that Mordechai only goes after chicks."

"It does," Sam said staring down at his laptop screen.

"Right. Well, that explains why he went after you and Mels, but why me?"

Melody sniggered and swatted Dean's arm while Sam deadpanned, "Hilarious." Returning his attention to his research Sam explained to them, "Legend also says he hung himself, but you see those slit wrists?"

Thinking back Melody nodded, "Yeah, what's up with that?" Standing up from her spot she moved to sit next to Sam and continued her questions, "And the ax too? I mean, ghosts are usually creatures of habit…they follow a set pattern and repeat it over and over?"

"But his mood keeps changing," Dean slowly realized.

Sam nodded in agreement, "Exactly. I'm telling you," he looked at his laptop screen where he had hellhoundslair. com open, "the way the story goes—wait a minute."

"What?" Melody asked leaning over to look at the screen.

Pointing out what he had seen Sam explained, "Someone added a new posting to the hellhound site. Listen to this—"They say Mordechai Murdoch was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with an ax before slitting his own wrists. Now he's imprisoned in the house for eternity"—where the hell is this going?"

Melody rubbed her tired eyes and glanced back at Dean who sat up quickly, "I don't know, but I think I might have just figured out where it all started."

He grinned at them and stood grabbing his jacket calling for his siblings to follow. Confused they got up and ran after him. "Dean? What are you talking about? You figured out what that symbol was?"

"Yup," he grinned getting into the Impala.

"Well, what is it?" she asked sitting down in the back seat.

Starting up the engine he looked over his shoulder at her, "You'll figure it out…just remember sis—don't fear the reaper."

Melody was incredibly confused and had to think for a moment. Then like a crashing wave it hit her. "Oh my god!"

"Hi Craig," Melody said warmly as her and her brothers entered the record store. Dean smiled at Craig when he looked over at them,

"Remember us?"

Craig sighed, setting down his coffee cup he stood, "Guys, look I'm really not in the mood to answer any more of your questions today."

"Oh don't worry," Dean smirked at him, "We're just here to buy an album, that's all." He started shuffling through a stack of records he pulled one out and glanced at his siblings, "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."

"So tell me Craig," Melody spoke as she crossed her arms over her chest, "You into B.O.C. or just scaring the hell out of people?"

Dean handed him the record he had picked out, Blue Oyster Cult was printed in bold letters and on the back the same symbol they had been mulling over stood out against the pale background of the album art.

"Now, why don't you tell us about that house—without lying through your ass this time?" Dean gave him a knowing and slightly threatening smile. Craig sighed and put down the record, surrendering he crossed his arms and began his story,

"All right. My cousin Dana was on break from TCU. I guess we were just bored, looking for something to do, so I showed her this abandoned dump I found. We thought it'd be funny if we made it look like it was haunted. So we painted symbols on the walls, some from albums, some from some of Dana's theology textbooks.

"Then we found out this guy Murdoch used to live there, so we—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. It was just a joke you know? None of it was real. We made the whole thing up. I swear."

Melody gave him a sympathetic look as Craig fought back fearful tears. "It…" she reached out a hand and gently patted his shoulder, "It's okay. Thank you, for telling us the truth."

The Winchesters turned and walked away from the tearful Craig and Dean could only shrug, "How the hell do you explain Mordechai then?"

Melody and Dean opened up the motel room door, tossing down the keys onto the nearby table. They could hear the sound of water running coming from the bathroom. Stifling a laugh Melody sat down on the edge of a bed while Dean walked up the Sam's piled up clothes holding up the bag of itching powder they had bought earlier before returning.

"Hey, we're back," Dean called over his shoulder as the water shut off.

"Where'd you guys go?" Sam asked from the bathroom.

"Oh, we went out," Melody smiled as Dean picked up their little brother's briefs opening the bag of itching powder and shaking it out over the underwear.

"So, I think I might have a theory about what's going on," Sam said to them.

"Really?" Melody probed pointing out areas Dean had missed.

"Yeah, what if Mordechai is a tulpa?"

"Tulpa?" Dean questioned while Melody quickly pushed his hands back as Sam walked out of the bathroom in a dark robe.

"Yeah, a Tibetan thought form." He explained throwing out his arms.

Melody stood and wrapped and arm through Dean's. Scoffing she shrugged, "We know what a tulpa is Sammy. Why don't you go ahead and get dressed? We'll go get some grub." She turned and pulled Dean out of the motel room, grabbing their keys and chewing on her lip as she fought back the laughter.

"Here you go."

Thanking the clerk Melody took her coffee and walked down the line with her brothers in front of her. They grabbed napkins and other things all while Sam awkwardly moved his legs up and down.

"Dude, what's your problem?" Dean asked leading the way to a table.

"Nothing, I'm fine." Sam said stuffing a mess of napkins into his pocket.

Grinning Melody sat down at a table with her brothers, "All right, so keep going. Tell us everything you know about tulpas."

"Okay uh…" Sam sat down next to her shifting uncomfortably in his seat and continued, "There was this incident in Tibet in 1915. A group of monks visualize a golem in their heads. They meditate on it so hard that they bring the thing to life out of thin air."

"So?" Dean shrugged sipping at his coffee.

"That was only twenty monks. Imagine what ten-thousands web servers could do. I mean, Craig starts the story about Mordechai," he explained pulling out his laptop, "then it spreads goes online. Now there are countless people all believing in the bastard."

"Okay wait," Dean held out a hand and glanced at Melody, "you're trying to tell us that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?"

"It could happen," Melody stifled a laugh by drinking more of her coffee. Sam was squirming in his seat more and more.

"Well…people believe in Santa Claus. How come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?" Dean asked him giving his sister a knowing look and hiding his own grin.

Sam stared at his screen, "Cause you're a bad person and cause of this." he scooted the laptop away from himself letting his siblings see the screen he explained for them, "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."

Melody set down her cup and squinted at the screen, her memory coming back to her, "Wait…hasn't that sigil been used for centuries? I-it concentrates meditative thoughts like a magnet so…"

Nodding Sam finished for her, "People are on the hellhounds website, staring at the symbol, thinking about Mordechai. I mean, I don't know, but it might be enough to bring a tulpa to life."

"It would explain why it keeps changing," Dean agreed as Sam wiggled in his seat more.

"Right—as the legend changes, people think different things, so Mordechai himself changes."

"Like a game of telephone." Melody finally understood what Sam had been talking about the whole time and then snapped her fingers, "That explains why the rock salt didn't work."

Dean took the top of his coffee off, "Yeah, cause he's not a traditional spirit per se. Okay so why don't we just get this spirit-sigil thingy off the wall and off the website?"

"Well, you see once tulpas are created, they take on a life of their own."

Melody sighed, noticing how Sam grimaced and reached his hand underneath the table. "All right," Dean distracted her-thankfully-and she covered her mouth to hide the smile, "so if he really is a thought form, how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?"

"It won't be easy with the nerds helping us," Melody grumbled reaching over and pulling up the hellhounds website. She opened up a video and pointed at it, "They posted that video last night and ever since, the number of hits has quadrupled in the last day alone."

"Huh…" Dean thought for a moment then stood from his seat, "I got an idea. Come on."

"Where we going?" Sam asked quickly stuffing his laptop into his bag. All three stood as Dean answered,

"Gonna find a copy store."

"Man," Sam grumbled standing up following his siblings, "I think I'm allergic to our soap or something."

Dean and Melody exchanged a look then broke down in fits of laughter. Sam stared at them with wide eyes, "You two did this?"

They only answered him with more laughs, Melody stuck her arm through Deans and they walked off triumphantly. Sam scoffed, "You guys are the worst!"

"No, no, no," Harry grumbled at his friend, "forget it. Forget it—I'm not going back in there again."

"Harry look at me," Ed insisted and pointed at his lens covered eyes, "right here okay? You are a ghost hunter, okay?"

"I know but Ed—I've never seen a real ghost before like a real ghost," Harry stuttered.

Ed pointed at the computer screens that took up an entire wall of their trailer home, "This stuff right here, this is our ticket to the big time—fame, money, sex…with girls okay? Be brave. W.W.B.D.—what would Buffy do? Huh?"

Harry recited the words quietly to himself and then slowly shook his head, "I know, but Ed, she's stronger than me."

Leaning forward Ed patted Harry's knee, "I know…it's okay—"

BANG BANG BANG

Harry nearly fell out of his seat while Ed called out, "Who is it?"

They heard Dean's voice from the other side of the door, "Come on out here guys. We hear you in there."

Melody stood in between her brothers and watched Ed and Harry stick their heads out the door. "Hello boys," she smiled warmly at them and Dean chuckled,

"Oh look at that. Action figures in their original packaging—what a shocker."

"Guys, we need to talk," Sam said ignoring his brother.

"Yeah um sorry guys," Ed began, stepping down to stand in front of the siblings, "We're a little bit busy right now."

"Okay, well we'll make it quick." Dean started and Melody finished for him,

"We need you to shut down your website."

Ed chuckled at them and looked over at Harry, "You know, these guys get us busted last night. We spend the night in a holding cell…"

Harry looked at them with accusing eyes, "I had to pee in front of people, and I get stage fright."

"Why should we trust you guys?" Ed asked them.

"Look," Sam answered, "We all know what we saw last night, what's in the house. But now, thanks to your website there are thousands of people hearing about Mordechai."

Dean continued the explanation, "Which means people are gonna keep showing up to the hell house and running into him."

"And that means, somebody could get hurt," Melody finished.

Ed watched them suspiciously, "Yeah…"

"Maybe they've got a point," Harry said to his friend slightly worried.

"No, no." Ed insisted and Harry quickly agreed with him. Pushing up his glasses further onto his nose Ed continued, "We have an obligation to our fans, to the truth."

Dean chuckled, "Well I have an obligation to kick both of your ass's right n—"

Melody quickly covered, placing her hand on his arm and saying, "Dean, it's all right. Just forget it. You could probably…" she chewed her lip looking at the 'ghost-hunters' and looked back up at her brother, "bitch-slap them both or Sammy could probably even tell them about that thing about Mordechai."

Sam nodded as they got curious stares from the boys, "But…they're still not gonna help us. So let's just go."

"Yeah, you're both right. Let's go." Dean put an arm around Melody's shoulders and all three began walking away with Ed and Harry following after.

"What did you say about—"

"Hold on a second here."

"Yeah, what thing about Mordechai, you guys?"

Gently patting her little brother's arm Melody said, "Tell em Sam."

"But if they agree to shut their website down—"

"They're not gonna do it," Dean added but Harry spoke up desperately from behind them,

"No wait, wait. Don't listen to him okay, we'll do it." The Winchesters stopped and looked at each other.

Dean shrugged, "It's a secret Sam."

Sam sighed and threw out his arms as he turned towards the hellhounds, "Look, it is a pretty big deal all right, and it wasn't easy to dig up, so only if we have your words that you'll shut everything down."

Ed nodded vigorously, "Yeah, totally."

Melody sighed, "All right…Dean?"

The oldest Winchester reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded up paper. Handing it to the boys Sam explained, "It's a death certificate from the '30s. We got it at the library. According to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound."

"He's right," Melody nodded, "He didn't hang or cut himself."

Harry's eyes went wide, "He shot himself?"

"Yep," Dean confirmed, "with a .45 pistol."

Sam continued the story, "To this day, they say he's terrified of them."

"As a matter of fact, they say if you shoot him with a .45 loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds, you'd kill the son of a bitch."

Dean finished the tale and the boys looked positively thrilled. They exchanged excited looks, glanced back at the Winchesters and then Harry took off running back to his trailer. Ed gave them a tiny wave and walked away, trying to contain his own excitement as he whispered at his friend harshly, "Harry, slow down."

Melody sighed and sat back in her seat next to Sam. She had just gotten back from the bathroom and started picking at her little brother's left over fries. Dean, smirking reached up and pulled the long string attached to the cheesy decoration on the wall above them. The small plastic man with the large fish in his hands began cackling creepily at them, tiny jaw shaking up and down.

Sam reached over his sister and pulled on the cord giving Dean a threatening stare, "If you pull that string one more time, I'm gonna kill you."

Dean only gave him a blank stare and watched from the corner of his eye while Melody reached over and pulled on the string. The mechanic cackling came back and Sam giving his sister a good scowl turned it off again quickly.

Melody and Dean laughed at each other while Sam returned to his laptop. "Come on, man." Dean chuckled, "You need more laughter in your life, you know? You're way too tense."

Sam didn't answer, only sipped at his beer and set it down on the table firmly. Rolling her eyes Melody glanced at his laptop, "They post it yet?"

He nodded and showed the screen to their oldest brother, taking his fork and stabbing at his food. Dean read the latest post out loud, " 'We have learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdoch has a fatal fear of firearms.' All right, how long do we wait?"

Slamming his laptop shut Sam shrugged, "Long enough for the new story to spread and the legend to change. I figure by nightfall, iron rounds will work on the sucker." He picked up his beer, holding it out as if to give a triumphant cheer. Dean and Melody picked up their own beers and clinked their bottles with his, "Sweet," Dean grinned taking a large gulp.

Pulling their bottles from their lips, Melody and Dean found they couldn't seem to let go of their bottles. Sam, unable to keep it together anymore scoffed and let out a loud laugh as his siblings tried to shake off the bottles from their hands.

Looking at her brother in complete horror Melody felt her jaw drop, "Sammy…"

"You didn't." Dean finished giving him a look of equal shock.

Pausing in his laughter Sam held up a small tube of super-glue, "Oh, I did." He chuckled again and pulled down on the string and snickered at his siblings shocked, angry faces with the plastic man's cackling.

Dean opened the door to the hell house pointing his pistol and flashlight around as he felt his siblings follow closely behind him. They had led the cops away by using the plastic fisherman. Hanging up the novelty item on a tree and pulling the string, letting the mechanic cackling lead the away. Melody moved around with her back pressed against her brothers', gun aimed, ready for any surprises.

Rubbing his now sore hand onto his jacket Dean grumbled, "I barely have any skin left on my palm,"

"Oh it wasn't that bad drama queen," Melody scoffed but also had to give him credit, her fingers were pretty sore.

Sam let out a breathy laugh, "I ain't touchin that line with a ten foot pole."

Dean stopped and shined his light into Sam's eyes giving him a 'shut-up' look. Melody scoffed and gently shoved her brothers further into the house as they returned to the job. Coming through the door they saw the kitchen and then the door that led them down to the cellar.

"Well, you think old Mordechai is home?" Dean asked them sarcastically.

"I don't know," Sam answered gripping his gun tighter.

"Me either." The Winchesters whipped around, pointing their guns at whoever had startled them. "Whoa! Whoa, hey whoah!" Ed and Harry jumped back, pulling off their goggles.

The siblings sighed and lowered their weapons; Dean trained his flashlight on them while Sam asked, "What the hell are you trying to do, get yourselves killed?"

Ed, with his palms facing outward explained, "We're just trying to get a book and movie deal, okay?"

Melody rolled her eyes at them and looked over her shoulder as they heard scrapes and the sound of a blade being drawn. She stood a little closer to Dean and aimed her gun at the door. Ed and Harry came up behind them pointing their camera in between Sam and Melody's shoulder. Harry gasped when he heard more sounds coming from the cellar, "Oh crap."

"Uh, guys, you want to open that door for us?" Ed requested in a shaking voice.

"Why don't you?" Dean challenged, gun and flashlight trained on the door. There was a moment of pure, tense silence. Melody was afraid that they would have to go down into the basement again but she forgot her fears when Mordechai came bursting through the cellar door, ax in the air. The Winchesters didn't hesitate and started firing off their pistols, sending Mordechai puffing away.

Dean waited for a second then jerked his head at Sam telling him to check out the cellar as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving Melody with Ed and Harry. The boys were shaking, Ed was breathing heavily, "Wait a minute…wait, is he gone? Oh, he's gone."

"Did you get him?" Harry asked glancing at Melody who had her gun pointed down at the ground but looked incredibly threatening. Her lips were open slightly as she breathed hard, muscles tense, eyes fierce and piercing even in the moon-lit room.

"Oh, yeah, they got him." Ed's voice brought him back and Harry sighed,

"No, on camera. Did you get him on camera?"

Ed fumbled with the camera, shaken and a bit excited. Harry also excited took the camera from him and began messing around with the device but heard Melody call out to him. Confused he looked up, only to see Mordechai swinging his ax down, knocking the camera from his hands.

Melody pushed Ed back keeping a hand out toward him and aimed her pistol with her free arm pulling the trigger until the ghost vanished. "Hey!" Dean shouted, concerned when he heard the gunfire. He saw Melody lower her weapon and Ed pull up his friend from the floor. Sam came bounding up the cellar stairs, tense, but relaxed when he saw nobody was hurt.

Irritated Melody turned on the hellhounds, "Didn't you guys post that B.S. story we gave you?"

"Of course we did," Ed answered her.

"Yeah but…then our server crashed." Harry explained and the Winchesters could only throw back their heads in defeat.

"So it didn't take," Dean grumbled, "So these guns don't work."

"Uh…yeah," Ed answered him and Melody could only roll her eyes,

"Perfect."

"Sam, any ideas?" Dean called to the youngest sibling.

Harry stopped him, "We are getting out of here," and left quickly pulling Ed with him. They walked quickly out of the kitchen but screamed when they saw Mordechai standing just inches in front of them. Taking off, they ran into a side of the house that wasn't familiar. They found themselves in a dead end hallway, a locked door and boarded up window mocking them as they realized they had no escape.

Mordechai came around the corner, sneering and growling. Ed and Harry pressed their backs against the window, "Mother Mary and Joseph!" Harry whimpered.

"The power of Christ compels you." Ed whimpered weakly then steeled himself and shouted, "The power of Christ compels you!"

Mordechai raised his ax; "Hey ugly!" the ghost looked around to see Melody Winchester standing at the end of the hall. She threw out her arms, "Come and get it you son of a bitch."

Swinging back and snarling, the ghost threw his ax at Melody's head. She ducked as the ax got buried into the wall. Mordechai yanked the ax from the wooden wall, splinters flying everywhere. Pulling back he swung at the girl again, this time Melody caught the wood of the ax in her hands and grunted as she was shoved back against the wall.

Feeling the wooden ax dig into her throat she pushed against it. She looked over at the hellhounds' terrified faces and chocked, "Get out of here now!"

They didn't hesitate and ran off. Melody grunted and kicked out her legs trying to push away the ghost who only snarled and pushed her into the wall harder. She felt her windpipe begin to close up and groaned using all of her strength to hold back the ax. In one, last ditch effort Melody snarled and shoved herself off the wall. Some force, or unknown amount of strength took her over and Mordechai flew into the other wall stunned for a second.

"Hey!" Dean and Sam had come around the corner. Sam looked at his sister and stopped. Her eyes were…well they weren't hers for a second. They looked like silver discs; glowing in the moonlight and her face…it looked so different. The shadows that were cast onto her face made her cheekbones stand out more, her nose looked sharper and her lips were curled back into a snarl. He noticed this in the span of less than half a second…but that image would never leave him, it would haunt him every time he glanced at his big sister.

Dean either didn't notice or ignored their sister's appearance and threw out a can of compressed gas, lighting it he shouted for Melody, "Go, go, go!"

The girl shook herself, seeming to come out of a trance and ran down the hall into Sam's arms. He pulled her out of the hall with Dean right behind them. Melody, slightly shaken was being held up by Sam as Dean gently guided them out of the house he said, "Look, if Mordechai can't leave the house and we can't kill him, we improvise."

Melody through her dazed and slightly spinning head watched her older brother pull out his lighter and flick the flame to life. He tossed it down onto the floor and it caught fire immediately, the flames spreading through the house quickly. "Well we can't just stand here, come on!" Melody insisted pulling on Sam. The brothers exchanged a look and all three ran out of the burning house and kept going until they reached the tree line. Looking back at the hell house, Mordechai could be seen standing in the doorway, ax in hand before he puffed out of existence.

"That's your solution?" Sam exclaimed pointing at the house, "Burn the whole damn place to the ground?"

"Well, no one will go in anymore," Dean answered, "I mean look, Mordechai can't haunt a house if there's no house to haunt. It's fast and dirty but it works."

With his arm still around his sister Sam shook his head, "Well what if the legend changes and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?"

Breathing heavily Dean shrugged, "Well then we'll just have to come back."

"Kinda makes you wonder," Sam said after a moment glancing back at the burning house, "of all the things we hunted, how many existed just cause people believed in them?"

"Hey guys I…" Melody trailed off and felt her knees give out underneath her.

"Whoa, whoa! Hey!" Sam caught her from falling, gripping her shoulders tightly.

"Mels?" Dean exclaimed reaching out for her, taking her face in his hands he checked her over, "Jesus you're burning up! Melody talk to me, what's wrong?"

She felt her head begin to grow heavy, her eyes felt weighted. "I don't know I feel…dizzy. I think…I think Mordechai or—" but she didn't finish her sentence. Melody's head fell forward and she went limp in Sam's arms.

"Melody!" Dean yelled as Sam picked her up in his arms, her head lolling back awkwardly.

"Come on, let's get her to the car," Sam grunted as Dean walked off quickly with his brother right behind him. They got to the Impala, Dean opening the back seat as Sam gently set their sister down. Moving around Sam got in the back seat and pulled his sister's head against his shoulder.

Dean quickly started the car glancing back in the rearview mirror at them, "How is she doing?"

Sam held a hand against her forehead, "She's cooled off a little." Chewing on his lip Sam sighed, "Dean, did you see her in the house? When she was fighting Mordechai?"

The oldest brother clenched his jaw, "I was hoping that was just a trick of the light or something."

"You and I both know that there is never a 'tick of light' when it comes to the things we deal with." Sam moved some of Melody's hair out of her face, "Her eyes were…they didn't look human."

Dean opened his mouth to reply but stopped when they heard Melody groan. "Ugh…my head."

"You okay there squirt?" Dean asked her.

"Yeah, what happened?" Melody rubbed her head and leaned against Sam, too tired to sit up.

The brothers exchanged a look, both deciding right then that they shouldn't tell her what they had seen so instead Sam patter her shoulder, "Guess that fight with Mordechai hit you harder than we thought."

Melody nodded, exhausted and rested her head back closing her eyes not seeing the worried glance her brothers shared.

Leaning against the park bench in between her brothers Melody rubbed her eyes. She felt a little better after the car ride. Sam had let her sleep for a bit longer but gently woke her up when they were pulling up to the trailer park Ed and Harry lived in. They were there to check on the hellhounds and to make sure they would stop posting on their website.

"Gentlemen…and lady," Ed greeted them all braggingly looking back he heard Harry laugh,

"Should we tell them?"

"You might as well, you know—they're just gonna read about it in the trades."

Harry glanced back at them, "This morning we got a phone call from a very important Hollywood producer."

"Oh yeah? Wrong number?" Dean chuckled.

"No, smartass," Ed deadpanned, "he read all about the hell house on our website and wants to option the motion-picture rights, maybe even have us write it."

"And create the RPG." Harry added as they put their things into their already piled up little car.

Dean scrunched his brow, "The what?"

"Role-playing game," Melody answered him and got a classic 'what the hell' look from her older brother,

"Right."

Ed laughed nervously, "It's a little lingo for you…anyhoo, excuse us. We're off to la-la land." They opened up their car doors and got in. Melody walked around to stand at Harry's window. Bending down to eye level she heard Sam congratulate Ed. Smiling at Harry she said,

"Well, good luck in Hollywood."

"Th-thanks um…"

"Melody," she answered him realizing they had never given the two their names. Ed started up the car and thinking quickly-also wanting to get a reaction out of Harry-she leaned in and pecked his cheek with a quick kiss.

The car pulled off and Harry's face was the color of fresh tomatoes. Melody smiled and walked around joining her brothers. Dean scoffed, "Wow."

"I have a confession to make," Sam said stuffing his hands into his pockets, "I was the one who called them and told them I was a producer."

Melody snorted and then joined in Dean with laughter. "Well, I'm the one who put the dead fish in their backseat." Dean confessed.

The Winchesters shared a brief moment of innocent laughter. As it died down, Sam looked across the car at his siblings, "Truce?"

"Yeah, truce—at least for the next one-hundred miles." Dean and Melody shared a knowing grin and got in the car, followed by a scoffing Sam.

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