Dean and I were laying on his bed, with a comfortable amount of space between us. I had one of his pillows propped up behind my head, as I watched him drawing out the symbol we had seen in the house on a notepad. He drew the symbol very neatly, studying it with questioning eyes. His brow was furrowed as he tilted his head slightly, looking at the paper. "What the hell is this symbol? It's buggin' the hell outta me. This whole damn job's buggin' me." He held his arms out in a "what the hell" kind of gesture. "I thought the legend said that Mordechai only goes after chicks."
"It does." Sam, who was sitting at the table with his laptop, confirmed.
"All right. Well, I mean that explains why he went after you, but why me?" Dean glanced over at me. "And he took a swing at you, but didn't seem all that interested. Somethin' we should know?"
"Yea, I was born Evan?" I replied sarcastically, and Dean smirked.
"Hilarious." Sam did not sound amused. "Legend also says he hung himself, but you see those slit wrists?"
"Yeah."
"I noticed that when he was takin' the swing at my head." I muttered.
"What's up with that? And the axe, too. I mean, ghosts are usually pretty strict, right? Following the same patterns over and over." The younger Winchester pointed out.
"But this mook keeps changin'." Dean agreed. I was staring at the symbol, knowing that I had seen it somewhere before. Think, Evelyn... Think!
"Exactly. I'm tellin' you the way the story goes...wait a minute.." Sam trailed off, staring at the computer screen.
"What?" Winchester asked, and I could feel the vibrations from his voice when he spoke.
"Someone added a new posting to the Hell Hound site. Listen to this. 'They say Mordechai Murdoch was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with an axe before slittin' his own wrists. Now he's imprisoned in the house for eternity.'" Dean sat up, a strange expression coming over his face. Seasons don't fear the reaper... I sang in my head. What the hell...that was rando- Oh, shit. The symbol! I sat up, looking at Dean. We stared at each other as if we had just won a million dollars. "Where the hell is this goin'?"
"I don't know but I think I might have just figured out where it all started." Dean jumped up from the bed, and I followed.
"Where to?" Sam shut his laptop, his expression curious.
"The record shop." Dean replied.
"The record shop? Wha-"
"You'll see when we get there." I piped up, grabbing my jacket.
The bell rung as we stepped inside the shop, and I could see Craig ahead of us with his back turned. "Hey, Craig? Remember us?" Dean asked, his voice calm with a hint of sternness.
"Guys, look, I'm-I'm really not in the mood to answer anymore of your questions, okay?" He seemed a little agitated and nervous.
"Oh, don't worry. We're just here to buy an album, that's all." Dean assured.
"Yes! In fact, it's one that I've been lookin' for. I've been tryin' to find for a while now." I spoke up, walking over with Dean to a row of albums. We flicked through them, until I grabbed the one we needed. I handed it to Dean, who gave me a smile that melted into a smirk.
"You know, I couldn't figure out what that symbol was, and then I realized..." We walked toward Craig. "That it doesn't mean anything. It's the logo for Blue Oyster Cult." We reached Craig, who was facing away from us once again, but he turned toward us when Dean began speaking. "Tell me, Craig. You, uh, you into B.O.C.? Or just scarin' the hell outta people?" He handed Craig the album and the kid turned it over. There, on the other side, was the symbol.
"I love some Blue O.C., but I definitely don't go around paintin' their symbols on houses and callin' it haunted." I said casually.
"Exactly, now why don't you tell us about that house... Without lyin' through your ass this time." Green Eyes said surely, and Craig looked at all three of us before sighing.
"All right, um. My cousin, Dana, was on break from TCU. Uh, I guess we were just...bored, lookin' for something to do. So I...showed her this abandoned dump I found. We thought it would be funny if we.. Made it look like it was haunted. So we painted symbols on the walls. Some from some albums, some from some of Dana's theology textbooks. Then we found out this guy, Murdoch, used to live there so we..." He scoffed. "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-I thought it was funny at first, but..." he lowered his voice to a whisper, "..now that girl's dead." Craig huffed. "It was just a joke. You know, I mean, none of it was real. We made the whole thing up, I swear!" He looked like he was going to burst into tears.
"All right." Dean said, his voice softer than usual. It actually surprised me. The boys turned to leave, and I followed. "If none of it was real, how the hell do you explain Mordechai?"
"Evelyn?" Dean's voice called in a whisper from the other side of my door.
"Yea?" I asked, looking up from my dad's journal.
"Shhhh." He stepped through my doorway. "Sam fell asleep, come on."
"Where are we goin'?" I played along, keeping my voice low.
"I'll show you." He smirked. How could I say no to that face? Rolling my eyes, I sat my journal down on the bed and stood.
"This better be good." I muttered, and he chuckled.
"It's gonna be better than good. I'm about to show you skills like you've never seen."
"Should I be concerned?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"You're not my target, so nah."
"Then count me in. Where to, Winchester?"
"Not too far from here, come on. We gotta sneak out." He said quietly. Following behind him, I stepped lightly on the motel's carpeted floor. Dean slowly picked up his keys, careful to make no sound. We snuck over to the motel door and I moved ahead to grab the motel's twist lock. He gave me a look, and I narrowed my eyes.
Twisting the lock slowly, I managed to unlock the door without a sound. Dean opened it and we stepped outside, him easing the door shut and carefully locking it behind us. We made a mad dash for the Impala, and once inside, I burst into laughter. "I feel like a teenage kid sneakin' out of the house!"
"Some things just call for the element of surprise."
"This wouldn't have anything to do with the prank war you two have goin' on right now, would it?" I asked, trying to hide a smile.
"Do you even have to ask?" His green eyes were lit up like a kid in a candy shop.
"Now I'm gonna be in trouble because I went with you!" I muttered playfully.
"What Sammy don't know won't hurt." Dean teased.
"So, uh, what do you think of this Mordechai thing? You think there's more to the story? I was thinkin', maybe... What if the house was haunted before? Maybe all these kids comin' around reawakened somethin' and pissed it off? Or maybe they accidentally conjured up somethin'? I don't know." I rambled on, and Dean chuckled. "What?"
"Nothin'."
"Uhh, okay then. So, any ideas?" I asked, glancing at him.
"Honestly, I'm not sure yet, could be anything." Dean mumbled.
"That's just great." I looked out of the window, watching the sky. There was an airplane far above, and I got dizzy thinking about being that high up. "Have you ever been on a plane?"
"Yeah, only because of a job. Haunted airline bullshit. It was the worst, I hated it. The plane nearly crashed, I'm never gettin' on a plane again." He said matter-of-factly.
"I'm afraid of heights." I giggled. "Never been on a plane."
"Yeah? Well, lucky you."
"Sounds like you had a grand time." I joked, and he glanced over at me with a slight glare before looking back at the road. "So...what are we doin'?"
"Parkin'." Dean replied gruffly, pulling into a parking lot. The building ahead was a small brick structure with a sign displayed across the front. In bright red and blue colors it read: 'The Gag Den'. I grimaced at the name.
"Uh, 'The Gag Den'?" I asked, giving him a look. "Sounds like your draggin' me into some kinky bondage sex shop."
"Maybe I am." Dean waggled his eyebrows and I huffed.
"Whatever, what is this, really?"
"Gag gift shop." Dean replied as we got out of the car. I shut my door and started toward the entrance. "I'm hopin' it'll have just what I need."
"And what's that?" I questioned, stepping through the doorway. Dean had the door held open for me, and a bell rung from somewhere above my head.
"Itchin' powder." He answered, a slight grin on his lips.
"Really, Winchester?" I fussed, but I was smiling. "Guess you guys really are serious about this prank war, huh?"
"I am." Dean said surely, as we walked through the isles. I saw a weird gooey fake slime pile, and grabbed it.
"Dean?"
"Hn?" He turned to face me.
"Surprise." I plunked the slime in his hand, and he scrunched up his face slightly.
"This is disgustingly cool." He muttered, and I laughed.
"Payback." Dean shoved the slime toward me, and the cool gooey substance hit my forehead.
"EWWWW! DEAN!" I shoved him away playfully, and he laughed. Like, really laughed. I couldn't help it, seeing him laughing like that. I giggled, and before I knew it, a noise ahead startled me.
"Can I help you kids with anything?" A man appeared at the end of the isle we were on.
"Actually," Dean grabbed a packet off the shelf, "just found what I was lookin' for!" He looked absolutely thrilled, and quite proud of himself. I giggled again, unable to keep a straight face at his expression.
The man, who I presumed to be the owner of the shop, checked us out and made small talk about the purchase Dean was making. I laughed as we talked briefly, before Dean paid him the change owed. We left the shop, Dean stopping by the trash can. He was about to throw the bag away, when I snatched it from his hands. "You're so not throwin' this away!"
"Wha-Why?" He looked at me as if I were nuts.
"Dean. It's a cool fuckin' bag." I replied.
"Just don't let Sam see it." He said as we got into the car.
"Gotcha." I said quietly, folding the plastic bag into a small square. I shoved it in my jacket pocket.
"Talk to your mom lately?" Dean asked casually, causing me to look over at him.
"Not since..." I looked away. "I'll give her a call soon. Be nice to know if my father's checked in or not."
"Still think he might be..?"
"I don't want to think that, but..like I said before, I know him. Or knew him, anyway. There's no way in hell he would've missed that opportunity. No way." I leaned back against the seat, staring at the road ahead. "Unless somethin' had him held up...but I couldn't see that happenin' either. He would have been there. I know he would have." I looked over at Dean, who gave me an understanding glance.
"Your brother ever play pranks on you?"
"Pshhh. Yes, but I was the queen prankster." I boasted, feeling the mood shift.
"I'd like to talk to him about that." Dean said gruffly with a smirk.
"Wha-?" I frowned, putting a hand to my chest as if I were wounded. "And all along I thought these trust exercises would help our relationship." I teased. That earned a chuckle from him and I grinned.
Pulling into the motel parking lot, Dean parked the Impala and held up the packet with a smile. I laughed quietly as we got out of the car and headed toward the room. Dean had shoved the packet in his pocket, and when we reached the door, he unlocked it without bothering to keep it quiet. Stepping inside, I could hear the shower running. Perfect opportunity, Winchester. I thought, a bit impressed at his timing.
He threw his keys on the table and shut the door. Walking over to Sam's bed, he pulled the packet out and opened it. "Hey, I'm back!" Dean called out to him.
"Hey! Where were you?" Sam yelled from the bathroom. Dean began sprinkling the powder all over Sam's clean clothes that he had set out on the bed. I heard the shower knobs squeaking quietly as they were turned off.
"Uhhh, went out!" He replied, and I grinned, biting my lip to keep from laughing.
"So, I think I might have a theory about what's goin' on!"
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah! What if Mordechai is a Tulpa?"
"Tulpa?" Dean repeated.
"Yeah, a Tibetan thought form." Sam walked out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist. He looked at me sheepishly, obviously uncomfortable with me in the room. I smiled, happy to know I distracted him from noticing Dean stuffing the powder packet in his jacket.
"Yeah, I know, I know what a Tulpa is." He wasn't the best at playing it off, but he managed. "Hey, why don't you get dressed? I wanna go grab somethin' to eat." Dean walked toward the bathroom, and I left the boys, heading to my own room so Sam could get dressed.
Poor Sam... I thought, shaking my head with a light smile. My boys...
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