A/N- Sorry I've been so long in updating. I've been so busy with uni stuff all my fun gets pushed out of the way! Anyway. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do writing it! Love Stephanie.

When we got back, Sam went in the shower and Dean went back out for some strange reason. So I spent some time watching the TV again, I was getting addicted now. It was dangerous. Anyway, Dean returned as I was sitting on the bed.

"Hey, I'm back." He shouted through to Sam.

"Hey, where were you?"

"Oh, I went out." He was picking up Sam's trousers and pants, putting some sort of black powder in it. I rolled my eyes and let him play his game.

"So I think I might have a theory about what's going on."

"Oh yeah."

"Yeah, what if Mordechai is a tulpa?" Sam appeared out of the shower in a towel.

"Dude, come on. My eyes!" I moaned and guarded them.

"Tulpa?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, a Tibetan thought- form."

"Yeah, no, I know what a tulpa is, Hey, why don't you get dressed. I wanna go grab something to eat."

"Thank you! Put some bloody clothes on."

"There you go gents and lady."

I rolled my eyes at him and Dean got it and threw him a warning glance.

"Thank you." We walked to the table and laughed as Sam was itching at his pants. "Dude what's your problem?"

"Nothing, I'm fine." He lied through his teeth.

"Yeah?" he grinned at me and I mirrored his face perfectly.

"Yeah."

"All right, so keep going. What about these tulpa's?"

"Okay, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915. A group of monks visulize a golem in their hands. The meditate on it so hard, they bring the thing to life. Out of thin air."

"So?" Dean shrugged.

I rolled my eyes and continued the explanation. "That was 20 monks. Imagine what 10,000 web surfers could do. I mean, Craig starts the story about Mordechai…then it spreads, goes online."

"Now there are countless people all believing in the bastard." Sam added on the end.

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

"I don't know, maybe." Sam muttered.

"People believe in Santa Claus. How come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas."

"Because you're a bad person. And because of this: 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 hellhound's website…staring at that 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."

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

"Because he is not a traditional spirit per say."

"Yeah."

"Okay. So why don't we just…er…get this spirit-sigil thingy off the wall and the website."

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

"Great. All right, so if he really is a thought form…how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?"

"Well, it's not going to be easy with these guys helping us. Check out their home page. Since they posted the video…the number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone."

"I got an idea, come on."

"Where are we going?"

"We need to find a copy store." Dean informed us.

"Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or something."

We both laughed at him and he gave me a look of death as we walked through the door.

"You did this?" he accused me.

"No, would I ever do that to you?" I laughed at him.

"You're a frigging jerk!" he told Dean, annoyed like hell.

"Oh, yeah."

We went to the motor home park later that night, all of us in good moods after Sam had changed his pants. We made our way to the one trailer in particular and I laughed as I heard the phrase, one I hadn't heard in years.

"What would Buffy do?" I repeated at them.

Dean rolled his eyes and banged on the door hard. "Come on out here guys. We hear you in there."

"Its them." Someone muttered.

"Oh look at that. Action figures in their original packaging. What a shock." He smirked and I smiled at them.

"Guys, we need to talk." Sam informed them sternly.

"Yeah, erm, sorry guys, we're a little busy right now." Ed was being sterner.

"Okay, well, we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website." I folded my arms in stubbornness.

"You know, these guys get us busted last night. We spend the night in a cell,"

"I had to pee in that cell in front of people and I get stage fright." Harry added obviously mortified.

"Why should we trust you guys…"

"Look, guys…we all know what we saw, what's in the house. But now, thanks to you're website…there are thousands of people hearing about Mordechai."

"That's right, which means people are gonna keep showing up at the Hell house…and running into him in person, and someone could get hurt." Dean added.

"Yeah." Ed wasn't in least bit bothered and that annoyed the hell out of me.

"Ed, maybe he's got a point."

"Thank you Harry." I smiled at him.

"No."

"No."

"Okay, we have an obligation to our fans, to the truth."

"Well I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now…" Dean was getting riled.

"Yeah, and you know what Buffy would have done by now?" I asked Harry.

"What the hell would you know?"

"Oh trust me, don't mess with her and the kick assness of SMG." Dean backed me up.

"She would have kicked both your asses, got you through five rounds with Spike. Then, she'd have Willow pull down your website before sending both your asses to LA where she'd have Angel lock you up in the cellar confinement of Wolfram and Hart. But saying that, Andrew could probably kick both you're dorky little asses and walk away!"

They stood stunned for a while before I let out a sigh of annoyance and went to hit Ed. Sam caught me by the elbows before I had made contact with his face.

"Dean. Mary. Hey, just forget it, all right? These guys….you could probably bitch slap them both. I could probably even tell them that thing about Mordechai. But they're still not gonna help us. Let's just go."

"Yeah, you're right." Dean added and we walked away.

"One, two and finally…" I hadn't even finished my count when Harry asked.

"What'd you say about…?"

"No, wait."

"Wait wait,"

"Just hold on a second."

"What thing about Mordechai, you guys?"

Sam looked at us and I shook my head.
"Don't tell them Sam." Dean warned.

"If they agree to shut the website down Dean…."

"They're gonna do it. You said so yourself."

"No, wait wait. Don't listen to him, okay? We'll do it." Harry added.

"It's a secret Sam." I pleaded with him effectively.

"Look, it is a pretty big deal all right and it wasn't easy to dig up. So only if we have your word that you'll shut everything down."

"Totally." Ed was almost drooling with excitement at the thought of it.

"All right. It's a death certificate from the '30's. We got it at the library. Now according to the coroner…the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound."

"That's right, he didn't hang or cut himself." Dean smirked.

"He shot himself?" Harry was jumping on the balls of his feet. His geeky face lit up in morbid joy.
"Yep, with a .45 pistol. To this day they say he's terrified of them." I sighed.

"Yeah, now 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."

We waited for the moment of truth and it happened. They ran back to the trailer Ed attempting to act cool to a spectacular fail.

"Harry. Slow your roll, buddy. They're gonna know we're excited."

"So we wait for the geeks to get typing and the case will be solved." I beamed at the thought.

"Buffy?" Dean asked me "Could you get any more of a geek?"

"Shut up Dean!"

Dean had managed to find another diner in Richardson that we had yet to try, so he had to try it. Unfortunately for us it held the most annoying piece of wall hanging in the world. And of course, Dean couldn't help but pull the damn string on the laughing man.

"Seriously, dude, I will physically…." I ran my hands through my hair and growled in annoyance. Sam felt the same way.

"If you pull that string one more time, I'm gonna kill you." He warned and returned to his laptop. Making sure Dean took the chance to pull, as a reaction I hit him across the back of his head

"What was that for?" he moaned.

"Being a bitch!" I retorted.

He chuckled as Sam turned it off. "Come on, man. You need more laughter in your life. You know, you're way too tense. They post it yet?" Sam handed Dean the laptop and he read on. 'We've learned from reputable sources…that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms." All right. How long do we wait?"

"Long enough for the new story to spread and the legend to change. I figure by nightfall, iron rounds will work on the sucker."

"Then I get to go home, back to the normality of Catholic high school." I smiled.

"Not to mention the one pissed off mother." Sam chuckled.

"Oh yeah! There's that!" I ran my hands through my hair. "Well, there's one thing."

"Oh yeah, and whats that?" Dean probably knew where I was going.

"There is the incredibly fit ass bf to comfort me." I grinned and him and he scowled at me.

"Sweet." He was being sarcastic as he took a swig of beer. But when he tried to put it down again, it was going nowhere. I grinned and laughed a little, Sam was in hysterics.

"Dude, I seriously cannot believe you didn't see that coming!" I sat back in my chair. He scowled at Sam.

"You didn't."

"Oh, I did." He pulled the string on the laughing man and we laughed together at Dean.

That night, we went to finally finish the job once and for all. We were all armed and ready for action. Shining the torches around the old wooden shack, I now understood how this place could give people the creeps enough to start up a whole ghost story that had taken on a life of its own.

"Mary, stay close!" Sam ushered me to his side.

"Mm mm mm," I acted annoyed but did as I was told.

"Well, do you think old Mordechai's home?" Dean asked outloud.

"I don't know." Sam shrugged.

"Me neither." We all jumped at a fourth voice and turned to aim our guns at whoever it belonged to.

"Whoa! Whoa! Hey. Whoa." Harry placed his hands up.

"What are trying to do get yourself's killed?"
"We're just trying to get a book-and-movie deal okay." Ed defended himself.

"Yeah, well, Ed. This isn't an episode of Most Haunted, okay. Shit happens and people get hurt and sometimes they…." There was a noise behind the door causing me to jump.

"Oh crap." Harry uttered the words we all were thinking.

"Uh, guys, you wanna…. You wanna go open that door for us?" Ed asked.

"Why don't you?" Dean asked.

Nobody got the chance to, because the door flung open and he stood there. Highly pissed and ready for the kill. We began to shoot at him, but nothing seemed to work. So he disappeared again.

"Oh, God, he's gone. He's gone." The geeks started up.

"Did you get him?"

"Yeah, they got him."

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

"Er, I, well I…"

"Let me see it. Let me see it." He wrestled the camera out of Ed's hands. But yet again, Mordechi appeared and with a sharp blow hit the camera out of his with an axe, causing Harry to fall to the floor.

"Hey. Didn't you guys post that B.S. story we gave you?" Dean was highly pissed off now.

"Of course we did." Ed answered him.

"Then our server crashed."

"Yeah." Ed shuffled his foot.

"Great!" I ran my hands through my hair.

"So it didn't take? So these—these guns don't work?"

"Yeah."

"Great. Sam, any ideas?" Dean asked him.

"We are getting out of here." Harry added and began to move.

"Yeah."

"The hell you are!" I muttered and followed them. Pissed off they were going to leave without finishing up a job.

"Come on Ed." He turned and I stopped in front of him.

"Get your ass back in there now…or…What is it?" I turned and nearly passed out. He was huge and over bearing me. I felt Harry grab my arm and make me run for it with him.

"Okay, let's go, let's go. Mother, Mary and Joseph…." We hit a dead end and they cowered in front of me. At least if I died I would be the last to go.

"The power of Christ compels you. The power of Christ compels you" Ed muttered over and over again.

"Hey! Come and get it you ugly son of a bitch." Mordechai followed Sam without a flinch "Get out of here! Now!" Sam shouted at us, more at me.

"Run, run."

"We're out of here."

"Dean!" I heard him shout from the outside of the house and I watched as a fire was started.

"Seriously, the power of Christ compels you? It wasn't Gary Oldman you were dealing with in there!" I growled annoyed with them.

"How the hell did she know that?" Ed asked Harry.

"I watch a lot of crap tv and read a lot of novels!" I shouted back at them as I went to find the Impala.

I sat on the hood and called Danny's number. "Hey, when you getting here?"

"Nice to hear from you to." Danny laughed "About twelve hours or so."

"Good. I need you here."

"Rough night?" he was concerned now.

"Week more like it. I'll see you soon."

"See you soon. And Mary…"

"Yeah." I snapped.

"I love you." He was smiling on the end of the phone and I smiled back.

"I love you to. Now hurry up and get here!"

"Yes ma'am!" he put the phone down.

I smiled as the boys came back to the car. "Hi."

"I told you to stay close." Sam was pissed more than Dean.

"Sorry dad!" I added as I got in the back of the car. "Won't happen again, I promise."

"I'm just glad you're alive, that's all."

"So am I Sammy." I smiled back at him and fell asleep.

The next night was the last I was going to spend with Sam and Dean in a long time I feared. My mother was highly annoyed with me and had promised to ground me for a good few months. So I was going to enjoy the little time I had left with the boys as we finished up the job. I wanted to say thanks to Ed and Harry, if it hadn't been for them, I would be dead by now.

We heard them in full geek mode as we made our way toward them.

"I was thinking that Mordechai has a really super high attack bonus."

"Dude, I got the munchies right now." Harry informed Ed with the same authority that Dean gave us when he was hungry. They noticed us pretty quickly

"Gentlemen and geeket." He nodded at me and I nodded back.

"Hey, guys." Sam answered for all three of us.

"Should we tell them?" Harry asked.

"Eh, might as well. They're gonna read about it in the trades."

"So this morning we got a phone call from an important Hollywood producer."

"Oh yeah, wrong number?"

"No, smart-ass. 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."

"The what?"Dean asked confused.

"Role playing game."

"Right."

"Look, little lingo for you. Anywho, excuse us. We're off to La-La land."

"Well congratulations. That sounds really great." Sam smiled.

"Call me if you run into James Marsters, will you?" I asked them.

"Sure thing." Harry laughed.

"Oh yeah, best of luck to you."

"Oh yeah luck. It's got nothing to do with it. It's about talent. You know, sheer, unabashed talent. Later. See you around." They pulled away and I took my cue to play out my plan.

I stealithly made it to Danny and kissed him quickly before handing him the keys.

"Please don't kill her." I warned him before he got in then quietly and slowly drove her away leaving me to count the money.

"Yeah, truce. At least for the next hundred miles." Dean stopped talking and looked around rather pissed off. "Where's my car?"

"We parked it right here Dean." I couldn't tell if Sam was confused or just playing the game.

"Son of a bitch! She sold it!" he picked up speed and made his way over to me. "You sold my car!"

"Ah-ha. Good price too. Five hundred." I handed him the dollar bills

"You sold the car for five…" He ran his hands through his hair. "I'll kill you."

I laughed and watched as Danny turned the car back around. "Relax Dean. Looks like the guy wants his money back anyway." He got out of the car and placed his arms around my waist.

"Hey…I know…." Dean began. Sam was creased over with laughter.

"Oh I so won that bet! The look on your face." I joined in with Sam as did Danny.

"Very funny. I'll kick his ass next time I see you two." Dean warned us as we got into Danny's 1960's Mercedes

"Okay. Danny's taking me home, to see my baby."

"Baby? What baby?" Sam stopped laughing.

"A car! 1959 Chevy, b-day pressie. Bye you two. See you when you're next getting you're asses kicked."