Author's Note: SO happy that my test is done and I can get back to writing! I won't know results for 2 days but till then I can keep myself busy ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Emily.
We got up and found a case in Texas the next day, we hit the road in our usual Winchester fashion. Me in the back and the boys up front. Sam was sleeping and Dean was singing alone terribly to the radio, not that I mind. He listens to me so I guess it's only fair.
"Hey.. Em. Watch this.." He turns down the radio and whispers to get my attention before placing a plastic spoon in Sam's open mouth. Ew. No telling where that thing came from. He then insisted on blaring the music to wake up Sam, who quickly ripped the dirty and surely nasty tasting spoon out of his mouth.
"Ha ha, very funny." Sam said sarcastically turning down the music and glaring at Dean while I quietly snickered in the back.
"Sorry, not a lot of scenery here in East Texas, kinda gotta make your own." Dean laughed.
"Man we're not kids anymore Dean. We're not going to start that crap up again."
Oh no. Please not this. Us Winchesters have been known to take things one step too far in a prank war.
"Start what up?" Dean asked him.
"That prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates." Always. And usually I always had the worst of it being the only girl.
"Aw, what's the matter Sammy, scared you're going to get a little Nair in your shampoo again huh?" Dean teased.
"All right, just remember you started it. You want in on this Em?"
"Oh helllllll no."
"Oh come on kiddo, your hair eventually grew back." Dean said chuckling to himself.
"Dean. I swear. If you come near my hair I'll gut you in your sleep. Got it?" I warned.
"Ah ha, bring it on bald-spot Barbie!" The last time this happened I ended up with a chunk of my hair shaved off. I mean its funny on a guy. But a girl?! Seriously Dean? It was pure torture.
"Where are we anyway?" Sam asked.
"A few hours outside of Richardson. Gimme the lowdown again?"
"All right, about a month or two ago this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house."
"Haunted by what?" I asked joining the conversation and leaning over the boy's seat.
"Apparently, a pretty misogynistic spirit. Legend goes, it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters. So you really need to be careful on this one Em." Sam said giving me a look.
"What? I'm always careful" I said giving one back.
"Anyway this group of kids see this dead girl hanging in the cellar."
"Anybody ID the corpse?"
"Well, that's the thing. By the time the cops got there the body was gone. So cops are saying the kids were just yanking chains."
"Maybe the cops are right." Dean said.
"Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids firsthand accounts. They seemed pretty sincere."
"Where'd you read these accounts?"
Sam hesitated and went a little red before answering Dean.
"Well, I knew we were going to be passing through Texas. So, umm, last night, I surfed some local ... paranormal websites. And I found one."
"And what's it called?" Dean asked suspiciously.
" " Sam said. I tried to contain my laughter but failed, earning a bitch face from Sam.
"Lemme guess, streaming live out of Mom's basement." Dean added.
"Yeah, probably." Sam agreed chuckling.
"Yeah. Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the ass."
"Look. We let Dad take off. Which was a mistake, by the way. And now we don't know where the hell he is, so meantime we gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm checking this thing out."
I know Sam didn't mean to. But he brought up dad. He brought up dad leaving… again. I've just tried to avoid that situation all together the last couple of days. I didn't know at first that Sam was mad that Dean let dad go. I guess he was trying to play nice for my sake but the other day he actually admitted it. And now again. I just wish he wouldn't bring it up. I quickly leaned back and readjusted in the backseat. Dean noticed, but didn't do anything but meet my eyes and look away.
"All right. So where do we find these kids?" Dean asked trying to get off the subject. Thank you De.
"Same place you always find kids in a town like this."
We made our way into downtown, which in a small town like this one isn't much. Its basically a road with a few restaurants and stores that everyone likes to flock to.
"Alright. Lets all split up and take a place." Dean suggested, which I was shocked by.
"Wait. Seriously?" I asked.
"Yeah. Unless you think digging up some information in broad day light is too dangerous. I'd be more than happy to come along if your scared pumpkin." Dean mocked me. I shot a well deserved bitch face.
"Alright Em, which way you wanna go?" Sam asked.
"I'll take the diner."
When I walked in you could practically feel all eyes on me. I guess its cause I'm not from around here. This is obviously one of those places where everyone knows everyone and no one even places an order because they know the "usual" for each person.
I sat down at a table by the window, noting that it was in eavesdropping range of a table of kids around my age. I sat down and pulled out the menu from its holder. It wasn't long before the waitress came over and politely took my order.
"Can I just grab a shake please? Vanilla?"
"Sure thing darlin." She said walking away.
When I glanced back at the table full of highschoolers one in particular caught my eye. He had piercing blue eyes and red curly hair, and freckles all over his face. He was fine as hell. I smiled at him and looked down biting my lip. When I looked up again he was standing up from his table and walking over to mine. Oh yes.
"Hey. I'm Alec. You must be new."
"Yeah, just passing through actually… I'm Emily." He sat down across from me just as the waitress made it back with my shake.
I fiddled with the straw and held his gaze, holy moly those eyes are like the ocean. I could stare into them forever.
"So what are you doing passing through town in a place like this?"
"Well my brother is doing a research article on a local haunted house and I volunteered to tag along."
"Haunted houses huh? You believe in ghosts?" He asked with eyebrows raised.
"I may have seen a thing or two that could sway me. You?"
"Nah. Not really. Its more likely that someone was screwing with them. People around here get bored easily. Not much to do."
"Surely you find something to keep you busy." I said coyly. Playing again with my straw. He grinned.
"Yeah. I guess I do. Maybe tonight I could show you around?"
"I don't know. I'd hate to bore you with my silly haunted house talk." I said trying to play hard to get.
"Well maybe you can sway me on it. Amazing things can happen when you let yourself have a little fun." Oh the fun I would love to have with this kid.
"Maybe I can." I said leaning down and taking a drink of my shake.
"Sooo.. can we call it a date?" He asked.
"Sure. Here… you can holler me tonight." I said jotting down my number on his hand.
"See you later Emily." He said getting up, I bit my lip and we stood there looking at each other for a minute.
"See you soon Alec." I said before walking away with a little more sway in my hips then usual.
I walked out and started down the sidewalk towards where I knew Sam would be. When I walked in he was interviewing a couple of young girls who looked scared out of their minds. I hung back and just watched, thinking more about Alec then what they were saying. Mmm.
"Hey kiddo get anything?" Dean asked startling me from behind.
"Oh, umm. Not really. Most people seem to think it was a prank or something. Apparently the kids around here get bored and get creative."
"Yeah. That's kinda the vibe I got too… although it looks like Sammy may be getting another story over there." He said pointing to the girls I was watching minutes ago.
"Yeah. They look jumpy." I agreed.
I went back to daydreaming as we sat at a table waiting for Sam to finish…
"Hey. What are you doing?" Dean said snapping his fingers in front of my face.
"What?"
"What's got you so smiley over there." I looked down and giggled.
"Nothing De."
"… Did you go talk to a boy?" He suddenly asked carefully watching my reaction.
"What? No. Come on Dean. I'm just in a good mood today." I tried to lie, but I can't lie to Dean. He always knows.
"Please tell me you didn't give him your number…"
"Uhhh. I thought if he remembered anything about the house it would be the best way to get the information." I tried to cover for myself. But it wasn't going well.
Dean sighed and shut his eyes for a second.
"Emily. I think we need to talk about some thi-"
"Uh! No! Dean. Really. Its okay. We don't." I quickly interrupted knowing where this is headed.
"Emily we have to eventually. You dodged a bullet with that kid going down your shirt cause you told Dad we already did. You've been putting it off ever since."
"Dean. We don't have to. Really. I get it."
"So tell me. What exactly do you get?.." he asked trying to start the conversation.
"Dean! NO!"
"Did I miss something?" Sam said walking over.
"No! Thank God you're done. Lets go." I said getting up.
We wound up getting a lead on some guy named Craig who worked at the local music store and quickly made our way there. When we walked in I froze, Alec. I noticed him before he noticed me and quickly made my way to where I wasn't walking directly with Dean and Sam.
I walked down an isle and as he looked up he smiled and walked towards me meeting me halfway.
"You know Emily, when I said I'd see you later I didn't think it would be so soon. I think less than an hour qualifies as stalking." He joked. I giggled and crossed my arms.
"Yeah well what can I say I'm a girl who knows what she wants and goes after it."
"I can kinda tell." He said grinning.
"So. You like Zepplin?" I asked looking down at the old record in his hand.
"Yeah. Classics are the best."
"I agree."Oh I agree so much. If Dean wasn't so set on me not dating he might actually get along with a guy like Alec.
"We were just on our way out, but. I'll see you again later right?"
"I do believe we have a date, and I don't back out on my word." I said smiling. He smiled back. Oh those beautiful straight bright white teeth make his eyes even more blue if that's possible.
"Goodbye Emily." He leaned down and kissed my cheek before walking away. It sent shivers down my back. I Wanted to kiss him so bad, but instead I let him walk away. Don't want to look desperate or anything.
I walked back over to Dean and Sam who were still looking around for Craig. Oh shit. I can tell by Dean's expression he just caught every bit of that. I walked up and went to stand behind Sam, trying to avoid the inevitable.
"Seriously. You've known dude for an hour and you let him kiss you?!" Dean asked.
"It was on the cheek, he was being nice." I argued back.
"No. He was making a move, he wants you to think he's nice when all he really wants is to get in your pants!" Dean whisper yelled at me.
"Ughh! Why is it you think that every guy I talk to just wants sex Dean?! He asked me on a date, not to meet him at some trashy hotel for a hook up!"
"Because I was a teenage boy and they're all the same!"
"You were and still are a horn dog Dean so I think you're a little biased!"
"Will you two knock it off! This is so not the time." Sam interrupted us, pulling me to stand in front of him so I couldn't argue with Dean.
I heard Dean mumble something.
"I'm sorry care to repeat that?" I asked looking around Sam and glaring at Dean.
"We're on the job, act like it!" Sam yelled pulling me back in front of him.
Finally Craig was finished helping the customer he had been with since we walked in. I followed Sam as we approached him.
"Fellas. Can I help you with anything?" Craig asked.
"Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?"
"I am."
"Well we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean, this is Sam, and this is our intern Emily."
"No way. Well I'm writer too. I write for my school's lit magazine."
"Well, good for you Morrissey." Dean rudely remarked.
"Umm. We're doing an article on local hauntings and rumor has it you might know of one." Sam quickly said covering our ass.
"You mean the Hell House?"
"That's the one."
"I didn't think there was anything to the story."
"Why don't you tell us the story." Sam prompted.
"Well, supposedly back in the '30s this farmer, Mordachai Murdoch, used to live in this house with his six daughters. It was during the Depression, his crops were failing, he didn't have enough money to feed his own children. So I guess that's when he went off the deep end."
"How?" I asked curiously.
"Well, he figured it was best if his girls died quick, rather than starve to death. So he attacked them. They screamed, begged for him to stop but he just strung 'em up, one after the other. And when he was all finished he just turned around and hung himself. Now they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringing up any other girl that goes inside."
"Where'd you hear all this?" Dean asked.
"My cousin Dana told me. I don't know where she heard it from. Ya gotta realize, I - I didn't believe this for a second."
"But now you do?" I asked.
"I don't know what the hell to think, man. You guys, I-I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, ok? That girl was real. And she was dead. This was not a prank. I swear to God, I don't wanna go anywhere near that house ever again, ok?"
"Thanks" Dean said as he ushered us outside.
"Well I think its time we pay this house a little visit." Dean said as we walked back to the impala.
When we pulled up to the house I noticed it was small, but creepy. It was solid wood, an older house no doubt.
"Emily I want you with me or Sam at all times. This guy goes after girls specifically. I'd tell you to keep your ass in the car but somehow I don't think you'll listen."
"Oh De you know me so well." I said grinning.
"Can't say I blame the kid for not coming back." Sam Said as we walked up to the house.
"Yeah, so much for curb appeal."
"You got something?" Sam asked before we got inside.
"Ye-ah. The EMFs no good."
"Why?" I asked. Dean pointed overhead at the exposed power lines.
"I think that thing's still got a little juice in it. It's screwing with all the readings."
"Yeah that'd do it."
"Yeah. Come on, let's go."
"Looks like old man Murdock was a bit of a tagger here in his time." Dean said looking around at the many words and symbols spray painted in red and black all over the walls, ceiling, floors etc.
"And after his time too. That reverse cross has been used by Satanists for centuries but this sigil of sulfur didn't show up in San Franciso until the '60s." Sam added. What a nerd.
"That is exactly why you never get laid." Dean said.
"And you're the reason I never get laid." I said sarcastically.
"Not. Funny." He said glaring at me.
Sam and I both chuckled.
"Hey what about this one, you seen this one before?" Dean asked.
"No." Sam said.
"I have. Somewhere." Dean said. It does look familiar.
"It's paint. Seems pretty fresh too." I said rubbing my hand over the symbol.
"I don't know Sam. You know I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind, but ... the cops may be right about this one."
"Yeah, maybe."
There was a sudden and loud noise on the other side of a door in the hallway. Dean approached it guns out and kicked it in. A light flashed in our eyes and as it went away I was surprised at the sight before me. Two nerdy guys holding video cameras. What the hell?
"Oh, cut. It's just a coupla humans." One of em said.
"What are you guys doing here?" He asked suddenly.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked.
"Ah-ha-ha. We belong here, we're professionals?" He said as if it was obvious. Yeah. Right.
"Professional what?" I asked.
"Paranormal Investigators. There you go, take a look at that, boys. And for you maam my personal number is in on the back." He said winking at me as he handed it over.
"Oh you gotta be kidding me." Dean said as he balled his hands into fists and took a step forward, but Sam held him back.
"Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spangler? . You guys run that website." Sam suddenly chirped in.
"Yeah."
"Oh yeah, yeah, we're huge fans." I said mockingly, but they didn't catch on to my tone obviously.
"And ahh, we know who you three are too." He said.
"Oh yeah?" Sam asked surprised by his statement.
"Amateurs. Looking for ghosts and cheap thrills."
Dean's face is priceless. I'm trying not to bust out laughing.
"Yep. So if you guys don't mind, we're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here." The one named Harry said.
"Yeah, what have you got so far?" I asked.
"Harry, why doncha educate this young lady about EMF?" The other one named Ed said.
"Well..."
"EMF?" I asked playing dumb with wide doe eyes.
"Electromagnetic field? Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector. Like this bad boy right here."
He turned it on and it made flashing lights and weird noises. I turned to the boys and smirked.
"Whoa. Whoa. It's 2.8mg." Harry said.
"2.8. It's hot in here." Ed said as if it was impressive.
Dean whistled just as I said, "Wow."
Sam tried to stifle his laugh.
"Huh. So you guys ever really seen a ghost before, or..." I asked.
"Once. We were, uh...we were investigating this old house and we saw a vase fall right off the table..." Ed said.
"By itself." Harry added.
"Well, we, we we we didn't actually see it, we heard it. And something like that...it uh...it changes you." Ed added changing his story.
"Yeah. I think I get the picture. We should go, let them get back to work." Dean said.
"Yeah, you should. But you sweet cheeks. You can stay."
"No Thanks." I smiled sarcastically before turning to walk out, I could see Dean staring a hole through Ed but he was too busy watching me walk away to notice.
We got back to the impala and Dean was twitching he wanted to go back and hit that perv so bad.
"I swear if he lays a pervy little hand on her I'll rip his lungs out Sam. I swear. I will."
"Chill Dean. She handled it." Sam said taking up for me. Thank you Sam!
"I told you Em. One thing. They only want one thing!"
"Dean shut up.." I mumbled from the backseat putting in my headphones to drown him out.
We went to the library to do our typical research routine. After a few hours we decided it was time to head back to the motel before going back to the house late tonight. When we got to the car Sam held me back from getting in and pointed to Dean with his eyes. Oh geez… what did he do.
Suddenly Dean sits down and turns on baby, but there is extremely loud latin music playing, the windshield wipers are on full blast, and the vents are going like crazy, lights flashing. Dean jumps and shuts if all off, me and Sam laughed.
"That's all you got? Weak. That is bush league." Dean said to Sam as we got in and Sam held up the number 1 as if keeping score. What tards.
We got back to the motel and my phone buzzed in my pocket, Alec.
His text read, "Hey Stalker. How about I come pick you up at 7?"
I replied "Don't come here, crazy brothers on the loose ;) How about we meet up at the diner?"
It buzzed again after a minute or two, "See you there Emily."
I smiled and looked up at the clock, its 5:45, I've got about an hour to ditch these dweebs and get ready to meet up with Alec.
"Hey I'm gonna make a supply run. I've been needing to stock up on a few things anyways. You two need anything while I'm out?"
"No I think I'm good." Sam said.
"Pie?" Dean replies with his eyebrows raised. I laughed.
"Sure thing De."
I went in the bathroom and tried to fix up my make up enough but not too much that the boys would know something was up. I put on my sparkly pocket Jeans and my long sleeve black V-neck. Then I promptly put on one of Sam's old sweaters and tied up my hair in a messy bun so the boys wouldn't catch wind of anything. I could easily let down my hair and ditch the sweater when I got out the door.
"Okay I'll be back after while. Don't wait on me for dinner, I'll just grab something while I'm out." I said going out the front door. Hmm. Maybe that was a little too easy. Either way I pulled off the sweater and quietly opened up the back door to the impala, leaving it in there for when I come back, I would also have to stop at a store and grab tampons or something to prove I went to the store, oh and pie obviously. I took off towards downtown which thankfully was only about a mile up the road.
When I got to the diner it was 5 min past 7, so I looked around and finally landed on a pair of bright blue eyes standing against the wall, waiting for me. He's beautiful. I grinned and walked towards him.
"You know I may have to get a restraining order if I catch you staring at me like that again." He said, I giggled.
"You hungry?" He asked. Always.
"Yeah."
"Okay great lets go." He said getting off the wall and walking to leave.
"Wait. We're in a diner? Why are we leaving?" I asked confused.
Instead of replying, he simply reached out his hand for me to take it. I did.
He led me to an old beat up truck parked out front and even held the door while I got in. He pulled out and headed out of town. This would normally put me on high alert, but something told me I was okay so I just took in the view.
"So are you curious yet?" He asked.
"Yes. I am. But even if I asked I don't think you'd tell me anything so for now I'll just enjoy the ride."
He chuckled, "You're not like the girls around here Emily."
"How so?" I asked.
"Well for one you're not throwing yourself at me."
I laughed, "Does that happen a lot?"
"Not really, but enough. Plus you're chill. You're not uptight and worried about who's watching you do what. You're just going with the flow. I like that."
"Well I guess I just learned early on to let things happen as they may."
"You'll have to tell me about that sometime." Not a chance in hell buddy. You'd be running for the hills.
"Yeah maybe."
"So mysterious. You roll in here outta nowhere and agree to go on a date with some guy you just met. That doesn't make you a little nervous?" He asked.
"Not really. I can handle myself." Because if you try anything I'll shoot you in the dick.
He just watched me for a minute, and I eventually looked away, biting at my lip. His gaze is so intense.
"Okay. We're here." He said after a few more minutes. I looked around and we pulled up to this giant white square in the middle of a field. He pulled up and parked next to a pole with speakers on it. SHUT UP! We're at a drive in movie! Dean never would take me to one because he said they were lame. But I've always wanted to go. My excitement must have showed because when I looked back at Alec he was laughing at me. I tried to compose myself.
"So what are we watching?" I asked excitedly.
"Something scary?" Oh shit. I'm bad at scary movies.
"Scary?" I asked, he again noted my reaction and laughed.
"Don't worry. You're safe in here. Okay… now for the food." He got out of the truck and pulled a cooler out of the back. Oh this guy is so good.
"What's on the menu Bobby Flay?" I asked.
"The best thing a man knows how to make, Sandwiches." He held up a couple of sandwiches and winked causing me to giggle. This guy is too freakin cute. I just wanna kiss him already.
He climbed back in with Sandwiches and a bag of chips, then he pulled out M&M's- De's fave. He really would like this guy.
"What do you want to drink?" He asked.
"You don't happen to have a water bottle in there do you?"
"I do actually." He said grinning. Oh he is perfect.
He climbed back in and set our food out on the dash and our drinks in the cup holders below the middle seat. The movie started and I scooted towards the middle of the seat, knowing it would only be a matter of time before I was hiding from the movie.
An hour later I was practically in this guy's lap. I know how bad that sounds, but trust me Its not like that. I'm just trying to survive this movie. I mean. Its bad enough that I've always been creeped out by dolls, but seriously?! Annabelle? I'll never be in the same room as a doll again.
The woman on the screen jumped as the doll turned its head and therefore so did I, subconsciously tightening my grip on the arm wrapped around me.
"You good?" he asked.
"Yep." I said slightly hiding my face in his chest. Mmmm. He smelled so good, I didn't bother to pull away when the scary scene ended. He didn't seem to mind. He kept his arm across me and didn't move me I sat as close to him as possible.
The movie ended FINALLY. I didn't bother to move at first, but finally decided I should probably scoot back over to my own seat.
"So I take it you're not a big fan of scary movies?" He asked.
"Not exactly."
"I'm sorry. I should have asked first."
"No, really. I'm good. I'm sorry for the death grip on your arm." I said. He chuckled.
"I didn't mind… okay well you're not afraid of the dark are you?" Sorta.
"Nope."
"Good. I wanna show you something." He started the truck and drove out even further away from town. I pulled out the phone I'd kept on silent this whole time. Shit. 3 missed calls from Dean and about 6 texts. 4 from Dean asking where I am, and two from Sam warning me that Dean is flipping shit.
I texted Dean back, "Hey sorry. Phone was on silent. Long lines at the store and I decided to sit and eat. I'm good De. Be back soon." No I wouldn't. But I don't even care what happens. I don't wanna leave yet. I tucked my phone back in my pocket just as Alec turned off the road and started up a trail through the woods.
"Okay is this the part where you feed me to the bears?" I asked.
He laughed, "No. Wouldn't wanna scratch that pretty face."
When we stopped he got out of the truck. I did so hesitantly when he came around and opened my door. I reached down and touched the small gun I had tucked into my boots.
"Come on. Its okay. I promise." He said. OH those eyes! I never want them to leave mine. I took his hand as he reached it out again.
He led us up to a ridge that overlooked a clearing below. It was breathtaking. We were so far from the town that you could literally see millions of stars. I couldn't stop looking up at them- until I felt Alec's hand rub against my cheek, I turned towards him as he leaned down and placed his lips against mine.
This. Is. Perfect.
I let the kiss stay gentle for a moment, but then I got greedy. I grabbed his shirt and pulled my body closer to his, feeling his need intensify as well. This went on for a good few minutes before we pulled away gasping for air. I laughed.
"You know. I'm really not usually a girl to kiss on the first date." Yes I am. But I don't want him to know that.
"Yeah. Usually I'm not the guy to make a move on the first date." He replied.
We both moved to sit and he wrapped his arm around me as we sat looking at the sky again. I could stare at this sky all night.
We eventually wound up talking about nothing really, my head laid in his lap as he leaned back on his hands. I of course couldn't say much but I loved listening to him talk about small town life. Something I knew I'd never have. It all sounded so nice, he sounded bored with it, but to me it was nice.
"Its getting late, I'm sure your brother is waiting." He said eventually. Bringing me back to reality.
"Yeah. We should go. I'm going to be in so much trouble…"
"Where does he think you are?"
"Oh I told him I was running to the store about… 5 hours ago."
His eyes went wide and I laughed. I sat up and moved to kiss him again. He kissed me back and put a hand on my lower back, pulling me closer to him. I never wanted this to end. I got greedy again and moved to straddle him. Its not like I'm gonna bang the guy, but there's nothing wrong with a little touch and feel. It isn't like it was with Jake. This isn't rushed. This isn't forced. This is something I want.
Things started to get heated, I could feel him getting excited, and I didn't wanna stop yet. Its like playing with fire. Seeing how far you can push yourself but still be able to say no. His hands sat on my back, but quickly moved down and cupped my ass, then as he slid them back up he went under my shirt. His hands on my back sent warmth and chills through my body all at the same time, I slightly arched my back pushing my chest against his.
"EMILY ANNE WINCHESTER!" Oh fuck!
The sound of my furious brother's voice made us both jump and separate. Him away and me jumping up and taking a step towards Dean and Sam.
"Dean! Wait wait wait… Its not what it looks li-" I tried.
"Oh I'm pretty sure I know what this is! What the hell were you thinking Emily!"
I turned back to Alec sending him the biggest sorry I could muster with using just my facial expression. He looked petrified. I can't say I blame him. Angry Dean is scary enough, plus he's got angry Sam standing behind him.
"Dean. Please lets just leave…" I pleaded.
"Oh now you wanna leave?!"
"Dean! Please!" I begged.
Suddenly his eyes left mine and looked down to Alec, oh no. No no no.
He suddenly charged over and picked him up off the ground by his shirt.
"Dean stop it!"
"You think you can sneak around with my sister?! Huh kid?"
Alec looked ready to pass out from the fear. Dammit Dean.
"Dean stop! He didn't know!" But Dean wasn't listening so I turned to Sam.
"Will you stop him already?! He's gonna drop the poor kid off the cliff!"
"Yeah well maybe it'll teach him a lesson!" Sam snapped back.
"Sam! Seriously!" He huffed but went and pulled Alec away from Dean.
He got really close to his face and spoke so lowly I almost couldn't hear it.
"I suggest you get the hell out of here, before I drop you off the cliff myself." He pushed him and just like that Alec was gone.
I turned to Dean. Furious.
"You know. If you were't such a fucking asshole I would have told you where I really wanted to go. But no. I can't even fucking look at a guy without you going fucking nazi on my ass!" I screamed at him.
"I suggest you drop the fucking attitude! You're in enough trouble as it is!" He screamed back.
"No! I'm sick of this shit! I'm sick of you scaring off every guy I like! Its ridiculous! I'm fucking 16 years old! Every other girl my age is dating!"
"You're not like every other girl Emily! Dammit! You don't get it do you?! You're a hunter! You don't get to keep relationships! It doesn't work! And your my baby sister! I'm not gonna stand around and watch you get your heartbroken over and over again! I'm not gonna watch you get hurt over and over again! And I sure as hell never wanna sit in a motel, listening to a police scanner say there's a dead girl in a haunted house and have no idea where the hell you are! NEVER again!"
I froze. Now it makes a little more sense…. Not only the fact that he's freaking out some girl is dead and he thought it was me, but also why he doesn't let me get involved. He's right…. Look at Sam and Jessica. He finally found someone, and our lifestyle got her killed.
"I'm sorry Dean." I said looking down.
"No. You're not sorry yet. But you will be. Lets go." He walked towards me and shoved me towards the car.
"Dean. Stop." Sam said.
I turned around and shoved him back.
"Stop fucking pushing me around! You're not dad!"
He stepped forward and shoved me again, this time knocking me on my ass. I was shocked. Dean has never put his hands on me before. He's never gotten this angry at me. Part of me wanted to burst out in tears, the other part wanted to punch him, and another part just wanted to run away.
"No. I'm not. But I fucking raised you like one! And I'm not gonna stop now just because you think you're an adult! Cause you're not I still make the rules! I still get a say in things! I'm taking the lead in this family. So suck it up or leave!" He said furious. He sounded just like Dad did the night Sam left.
"Dean that's enough!" Sam yelled stepping in between us.
"Fuck you." I said getting up and getting in the backseat, slamming the door behind me.
I sat there and watched the boys argue before getting back in, no doubt over our little fight we just had. When the door opened it was Sam who spoke.
"We have a job to do, some girl is dead. Think you can get your head on straight enough do your job?" he asked looking at me.
"Yeah." Was all I said. Dean started the car back down the trail and out on to the road. It wasn't long before we were back at the house. Watching the scene unfold in front of us as they pulled out the girl's body. They're thinking suicide, but I know better. We waited till things calmed down and parked a ways off, walking back towards the house in the cover of the trees.
"I guess the cops don't want anyone else screwing around in there." Sam said as we noticed the two patrolmen watching the place.
"Yeah but we still gotta get in there." Dean said.
Suddenly we hear whispering and rustling in the leaves not far from us. Shut up.
"I don't believe it." Dean says as he too looks over and spots the two idiots from earlier today, cameras and all.
"I got an idea." Dean said, then he rised up slightly and turned towards the cops with his hands cupping over his mouth.
"Who ya gonna call!" He yelled before ducking, successfully giving away the dweebs hiding spot, we all snickered as the cops chased them.
We walk back into the house and Dean pulls out his flashlight shining it on the same symbol he found earlier today.
"Where have I seen that symbol before? It's killing me!"
"Come on, we don't have much time." I reminded him rudely, I was still pissed at him.
We went down to the basement and I watched as dean picked up some red goo in a jar and turned to Sam.
"Hey Sam. I dare you to take a swig of this."
"What the hell would I do that for?"
"...I double dare you." Idiots. I swear. Sam just shakes his head looking away.
There were noises nearby which put us all on alert, but when we turned and watched Sam swing open the cabinet door we all relaxed as rats scurried away. EW!
"Arghh! I hate rats." Dean said as they ran past his feet.
"You'd rather it was a ghost?" Sam asked.
"Yes."
As I looked up Dean got his wish. Mordechai had appeared behind Sam rising an axe, I screamed to alert him and Sam turned shooting him twice, but he didn't go anywhere, when Dean fired he suddenly disappeared.
"What the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?" I asked
"I dunno. Come on. Come on come on!" Dean said rushing us back up the stairs and out of the house, but Mordechai blocks our path swinging at me knocking me back down the stairs.
Dean pulled me back on my feet as Sam stepped in front of me. Mordechai turned and attacked Sam again, Sam dodged and yelled.
"Go! Get outta here! "
We ran past the front door but I ran face first into something else. What the fuck! It was a camera with a nerd attached to it.
"Get that damn thing outta my face!" I yelled pushing past him.
"Go go go!" Dean yelled from behind me. Suddenly the two nerds are frozen staring at Mordechai.
"Sweet Lord..." Ed starts.
"…of the rings. RUN! GO GO GO " Harry finished for him. We were in the cover of the trees again by the time they took off running, right into the arms of the cops that chased them earlier.
"Look, there's a...look. There's a man over there...I saw...where'd he go?" Harry tried.
"Boys come on." The cops said pulling them away.
As they walked away I finally took a deep breath and laid back on the ground, as did Sam and Dean, us all trying to catch our breath before walking back to the impala.
On our walk back I was hanging back a distance from the boys for obvious reasons, but Dean noticed quickly and slowed his pace.
"Em. I'm sorry… I just panicked when we heard the call go out and you were still gone."
"Yeah. Whatever." I said back before quickening my pace to catch up with Sam.
Dean didn't try to talk to me again till we got back to the room. I showered and changed and walked out to see both boys sitting at the table, as if they were waiting for me.
"Oh god. What is this?" I asked.
"Just… come sit down Em. Please." Sam said. I hesitantly walked forward and sat down across from them, pulling my knees up in the chair and wrapping my arms around them.
"Emily we need to talk." Dean said. Oh geez. This again?!
"Dean. We already had this discussion. NO. We don't need to talk about this."
"Kiddo. You're 16. Its way past time that we have this conversation… I can't believe Dean hasn't already done it." Sam said looking at Dean accusingly.
"He didn't have to Sammy. I kinda filled in the blanks on my own. No need to bring it up. Seriously."
"And how exactly did you do that?" Dean asked.
I turned to him shooting a bitch face.
"Dean you can't hide your porn stash for shit. Plus you sent me to a public school for a case like twice. You think kids don't talk?
Sam turned to him, "Seriously Dude?! You let our sister find your porn stash!"
"Well I didn't know!" Dean tried to defend himself.
Sam shook his head and turned back to me.
"Emily. We're not stupid. If you've snuck out to do it once, you'll sneak out to do it again. We just want you to be safe if you have se-"
"Sam! Stop!" I yelled. Dean flipped his head around as if trying to telepathically tell Sam that I'm never allowed to have sex and how dare he suggest it.
"I get it okay!"
"No. Its not okay! We have to know for sure that you get it! God knows what woulda happened if we hadn't showed up! He was all over you!" Dean yelled.
"Oh my god Dean! No! He wasn't! He was nice, and sweet, and didn't make a move at all! I DID!" I yelled at him frustrated that again he tried to make every guy a bad guy.
"Emily you just met the kid!" Sam yelled back. "Don't you understand how STDs work?! You don't know what the hell that guy has! Did you even have a condom!"
"Sam! No. I didn't! I wasn't going to screw the guy! I'm not just gonna toss my virginity to the first guy to take me on a real date! I'm not that stupid!"
"Emily." Dean turned to me. "We're just trying to make sure you know to be careful… When you get" he was so uncomfortable saying this "… in the moment… things happen. You don't always expect them to, but they can. You need to be prepared."
"Yes Dean. I get that. I know how a condom works."
"Well do you have any?" He asked.
"….No." I replied looking down at my feet.
He got up and got into this bag, what the hell is he doing? He's not seriously…. No. He wouldn't.
He walked back and sat down, then he tried to hand me the stack of condoms he pulled out of his bag.
"Ew. Dean. No. I'm not taking those…"
"Please. For the sake of my sanity. Take them." He begged. This is so embarrassing. Its bad enough with one brother. But I have them both watching me. I reached out and took them without making eye contact.
"Do you need me to explain how they work or anything?" Sam asked.
"Oh god no. Please. Sam I get how they work." I begged going red in the face all over again.
"Okay."
"Emily. Those are not a free pass to go have sex. I'm still gonna do everything I can to stop that from happening. Ever. But IF… IF… in a million years. IT ever did happen. I want you to be smart." Dean said.
"….Can we put an end to this conversation now?" I asked looking back up at him.
"No."
"Dean come on!"
"Emily… I'm sorry about tonight. I never should have shoved you like that. I would murder another person if they did that to you. I just was so afraid you got hurt."
I looked down again, "I know Dean. I'm sorry I lied." I knew he was sorry too, but it just. I don't know. It was different this time. I honestly thought he was going to hit me earlier tonight. He might have if Sam wasn't there.
The conversation ended there and we all went to bed. It was Dean's turn to share tonight. I got under the sheet and blanket and turned away from Dean as he turned off the light. About 15 minutes passed before I heard his voice.
"Em… you awake?"
I sat for a second… debating on answering him.
"Yeah."
"Kiddo. I really am sorry." I turned over and faced him.
"I know Dean..." I said looking down.
"I just want so much for you… I wasn't lying when I said you're not like other girls. You're special. You're worth more. You of all people deserve more than what I can give you in this life. Its not easy being a hunter, and if I ever do get you out I don't want you to settle for some guy. No guy will ever be worthy of you… but I want someone who tries so damn hard it nearly kills him."
"You want me to get out of hunting?" I asked surprised.
"Yeah kiddo. I want you to have a normal life… I've always wanted that for you. You deserve so much more than what you've been handed so far in life. I know I'm not dad, that I'm just your brother. But you are as close as I'll probably ever come to raising a kid of my own. I don't wanna screw it up."
Hearing him say this literally melted any hardness I still felt against him and what happened earlier today. I know Dean had to step up at an early age and that he really did practically raise me. Dad was here and gone so much that Dean had to play dad and brother. I would never want him to think that he let me down. He always took care of me. Always gave me everything I needed and a lot of things that I wanted. Very rarely did Dean tell me no until boys came along.
"Dean. I don't have a bad life. You've done so much for me. You never screwed me up."
He smiled at me sadly, "Get some sleep kiddo. I love you."
"I love you too De."
He reached over and kissed the top of my head before we fell asleep.
The next morning came too early. I just wanted to sleeeeep. So when the boys came over to wake me I buried my head under the pillow and played dead till they left me alone. I could still hear them though, they didn't bother to try and be quiet.
"What the hell is this symbol? It's buggin' the hell outta me. This whole damn job's buggin' me. I thought the legend said Mordechai only goes after chicks." Dean said doodling the symbol.
"It does."
"All right. Well I mean that explains why he went after you and Em, but why me?" I grinned to myself from the bed. Dean can be such an ass sometimes.
"Hilarious. The legend also says he hung himself but did you see those slit wrists?"
"Yeah."
"What's up with that? And the axe too. I mean, ghosts are usually pretty strict, right? Following the same patterns over and over?"
"But this mook keeps changing."
"Exactly. I'm telling ya, the way the story goes ... wait a minute."
"What?"
"Someone added a new post to the Hell Hound site. Listen to this. 'They say Mordechai Murdock was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with an axe before slitting his own wrists. Now he's imprisoned in the house for eternity. Where in the hell is this going?"
"Ughh. Why can you two not let me sleep!" I said giving up and climbing out of the bed, but Dean flying up out of his chair startled me before I caught my balance, causing me to fall on my ass.
"I don't know but I think I might have just figured out where it all started! Emily, get off the floor." He said going out to the impala, assuming me and Sam would follow.
We ended up at the music store, Dean still won't say what his great revelation is.
"Hey Craig? Remember us?" Dean asked walking up to him.
"Guys, look I'm really not in the mood to answer any of your questions ok?"
"Oh don't worry. We're just here to buy an album, that's all." Dean said as he dug through a shelf and stopped picking up a BOC album. Oh DUH! Why didn't I see it before.
"You know I couldn't figure out what that symbol was and then I realized that it doesn't mean anything. It's the logo for the Blue Oyster Cult." He said to me and Sam before turning back to Craig.
"Tell me Craig, you, uh, you into BOC? Or just scaring the hell outta people? Now why don't you tell us about that house ... without lying through your ass this time."
"….All right, um. My cousin Dana was on break from TCU. Ah, I guess we were just bored, looking 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 Murdock 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, I thought it was funny at first but... now that girl's dead! It was just a joke, you know. I mean, none of it was real, we made the whole thing up. I swear!"
"All right." Sam said pushing us back out the door.
"If none of it was real how the hell do you explain Mordechai?" Dean asked.
"I don't know." Sam replied.
As we were walking back to the car I noticed red hair and those ocean blue eyes walking down the sidewalk towards us. He froze, so did I. I gave an apologetic smile, but he quickly turned around and damn near ran in the opposite direction. Dammit Dean… I sighed and crossed my arms. When I looked back at the boys I noticed Sam watching me, this time it was my turn to get an apologetic smile. He swung his arm around me and led me back to the impala.
We went back to the motel and Dean ran out while Sam and I took turns showering, I had just gotten out and Sam had gone in when Dean came back.
"Hey, I'm back." Dean yelled to Sam.
"So I think I might have a theory about what's going on." Sam yelled back.
Dean quietly looked and me and held his finger over his mouth telling me to keep quiet. I just shook my head as I watched him dump itching powder into Sam's underwear. I am SO glad I'm out of this one.
"Oh yeah?" Dean called back.
"What if Mordechai is a Tulpa?"
"Tulpa?" Dean asked setting Sam's underwear back down just before the door opened and he came out in a towel. Seriously… put some damn clothes on.
"Dude. I get dressed IN the bathroom. You could do the same ya know." I said as he walked by, he ignored me.
"Yeah, a Tibetan thought form." He said back to Dean.
"Ahh, yeah, I know what a Tulpa is. Hey why don't you get dressed, I wanna go grab something to eat."
"I'm gonna meet you in the car, you know where people who are clothed are." I said getting up.
"Yeah me too." Dean called following me out as Sam reached over to the underwear covered in itching powder. Poor guy.
We had only been at this diner for maybe 10 minutes before Sam started to get uncomfortable. Trying to discreetly itch… it was embarrassing to even sit at the same table as him at the moment.
"Dude what's your problem?" Dean asked. Knowing damn well the problem was him.
"Nothing, I'm fine."
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"So, ahhh, all right keep going. What about these Tulpas?" Dean asked worried I would sell him out, I just glared at him.
"Ok, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915. Group of monks visualised a golem in their head. The meditated on it so hard they bought the thing to life. Outta thin air."
"So?"
"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."
"Now wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?" I asked. Theres no way. If that was true then why the hell ain't Santa real.
"I dunno, maybe." Sam said …adjusting again.
"People believe in Santa Claus - how come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?" Dean asked. Oh we are totally siblings.
"Cuz you're a bad person. And because of this..." He turned his laptop and showed us a symbol, one that was also painted in the house with the BOC logo.
"That's a Tibetan spirit sigil. On the wall of the house. Craig said they were painting symbols from a theology textbook. I bet 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 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."
"So are you telling me we could TOTALLY bring santa to life?!" I asked excitedly. Both boys just shook their head at me. Assholes. I'd be like the Christmas hero if I brought Santa to life. That would be badass. I would be badass. I'm totally going to have to look into that some day.
"It would explain why he keeps changing." Dean said.
"Right, as the legend changes, people think different things, so Mordechai himself changes. Like a game of telephone. That would also explain why the rock salt didn't work." Sam said grimacing and itching.. again.
"Yeah because he's not a traditional spirit."
"Yeah." He replied still fidgeting.
"Ok. So why don't we just...uhh ... get this spirit sigil thingy off the wall and off the website?"
"Well it's not that simple. You see, once Tulpas are created they take on a life of their own."
"Great. So if he really is a thought form how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?"
"Well it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us. Check out their home page."
Sam showed us the video they posted form the other night at the house. These guys are really shitty at handling a camera. Just watching it could give me motion sickness.
"Since they've posted the video their number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone."
"Hmph. I got an idea. Come on." Dean said getting up and walking off again.
"Where we going?" I asked.
"We gotta find a copy store."
As we got up, Sam was really struggling. I felt bad for the poor guy.
"Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or something." He said. Dean started laughing and I gave him the look of pity. He caught on quickly.
"You did this?" He asked, Dean's only response was constant laughter.
"You're a friggin jerk!" Sam yelled.
"Oh yeah." I agreed.
A few hours later we were in this little trailer park listening to Ed and Harry argue from outside their door. Dean knocked on the door… no answer. So he did it again.
"Come on out here guys, we hear you in there." Dean said.
The door opened and we stepped inside the small trailer.
"Ah, would you look at that! Action figures in their original packaging - what a shock." Dean said looking around.
"Guys, we need to talk." I said.
"Yeah, um, sorry guys. We're ahhh, a little bit busy right now." Ed said.
"Ok well we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website." I said with big puppy dog eyes.
"Man, you know, these guys got us busted last night, spent the night in a holding cell..."
"I had to pee in that cell urinal. In front of people. And I get stage fright." Harry said nervously. I had to contain my laughter.
"Why should we trust you?" Ed asked.
I took a step forward and put my arms across my chest, pushing up the girls just a hair. "Look guys. 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."
"That's right. Which means people are gonna keep showing up at the Hell House, running into him in person, somebody could get hurt." Sam said.
"Yeah, yeah..." Ed said.
"Ed maybe he's got a point, maybe..." Harry said.
"Nope."
"No." Harry agreed.
"We have an obligation to our fans, to the truth." Ed said taking a step towards me. "An obligation to be honorable, a good man." He said dramatically as he rubbed his hand down my arm. Oh. He is pushing it.
"Well I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now –" Dean started but I gave him a look telling him to chill.
"Dean-Dean, hey, hey, just, forget it, all right? These guys ... we 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. I guess you're right." I said turning to leave.
"Whoa.. whoa..." Ed and harry said following us outside.
"Hang on a second here." Harry said.
"What thing about Mordechai?" Ed asked.
"Don't tell 'em Sam." Dean said.
"But if they agree to shut the website down Dean."
"They're not going to do it, you said so yourself."
"No wait. Wait. Don't listen to him ok? We'll do it. We'll do it." Ed pleaded.
"It's a secret Sam." I said
"Look, it is a really 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." Sam said to them.
"Totally." Ed said.
"All right." Sam said handing them some paperwork.
"It's a death certificate. From the '30s. We got it at the library. Now according to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound." I said.
"That's right he didn't hang or cut himself." Dean added.
"He shot himself?" Ed asked sounding confused.
"Yep. With a .45 pistol. To this day they say he's terrified of them." I said.
"Matter of fact they say if you shoot him with a .45, loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds - it'll kill the sonuvabitch." Dean said matter of factly.
It was barely a second later that Ed and Harry both snickered and took off running inside of their trailer. Worked like a charm. We all looked to each other and grinned walking away.
We had to kill some time until dinner and went back to the motel to hang out. I sat down with my phone and checked it for the hundredth time today. I don't know why. If I was Alec I'd never talk to me again either. I had texted him a long apology last night but he hasn't said anything back.
I leaned back against the headboard and sighed.
"No reply?" Dean asked.
I threw my eyes up at Dean accusingly.
"Well maybe if someone hadn't threatened to throw him off a cliff he wouldn't avoid me like the plague."
"Well. I may or may not have been a little out of my mind at the moment. It didn't exactly thrill me to watch some guy feel you up." He said back sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes and laid down for a nap. I was bummed. I really liked this guy. Now he'll never speak to me again.
"Em.. wake up." Sam said shaking my shoulder.
"Hmmmmmm….."
"Come on. Lets go eat."
I perked up and Sam laughed. I was always down for some good food. When we got to the place we sat in a booth that had an odd talking fish hanging next to it. When you pull the string it laughs at you. It was highly annoying. But Dean found it highly amusing.. he pulled it again… and again… and again.
I reached up and pulled the string to shut it up. "If you pull that string one more time I'm gonna kill you."
"Come on Em, you need more laughter in your life. You know you're way too tense." I shot him a dirty look.
"They post it yet?" I asked Sam.
He turned the laptop towards us and Dean read it outloud, "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."
"Sweet." Dean said as they tapped beers. As Dean began to drink Sam began to laugh. Oh geez… what now?
Dean went to set his bottle down and I watched his face go from puzzled to angry in 3 seconds flat. The bottle was superglued to his hand.
"You didn't." He said looking at Sam.
"oh, I did!" Sam said laughing holding up the super glue.
Later that night we went back to the house, but it was again being watched by cops. Luckily Sam stole the annoying fished and tacked it on to a tree pulling the string and running away. The cops automatically went in search of the noise and we were able to get in unnoticed.
"I barely have any skin left on my palm." Dean said annoyingly as we walked in.
"I'm not touching that line with a ten foot pole." I said earning a flashlight to the face.
"So you think old Mordechai's home?" Dean asked Sam.
"I don't know."
"Me either." A strange voice said causing us all to turn guns drawn. Oh what the fuck! These assholes again?
"WHOA! WHOA!" Harry yelled.
"What are you trying to do, get yourself killed?" Sam asked.
"We're just trying to get a book and movie deal, ok?" Ed said.
Before we could continue this argument any further there were sounds of knives being sharpened coming form the basement.
"Oh crap." Ed Said. He and Harry fell in behind us.
"Ah guys, you wanna ... you wanna open that door for us?"
"Why don't you? You know since you're such an honorable good man and all?" I asked sarcastically.
Out of nowhere Mordechai busts through the door with an axe in hand screaming. We all drew and empty our chambers into him, he disappeared.
"Oh God. He's gone. He's gone." Ed said.
"Did you get him?" Harry asked nervously.
"Yeah they got him."
"No, on camera, did you get him on camera."
"Ah, ah, I ..."
"Let me see it, let me see it."
They both leaned towards the camera, but suddenly an axe flies through it sending both nerds on the ground screaming. They jumped up and we took off running to a room away from him, slamming the door behind us.
"Hey! Didn't you guys post that B.S. story we gave you?" Dean asked.
"Of course we did." Ed said shakily.
"But then our server crashed." Harry admitted.
"So it didn't take?"
"UH...mmm..." they both were unsure of what to say.
"So these, these guns don't work." I asked getting close to his face.
"Yeah." Ed said after swallowing the lump in his throat.
"Great. Sam, any ideas?" Dean asked.
"We are getting outta here." Harry said quickly.
"Yeah come on." Ed said as they ran past us to get to another room, but Mordechai appeared again and they get stuck in front of the locked front door, screaming like babies.
"Jesus Mary and Joseph." Harry cried.
"The power of Christ compels you, the power of Christ compels you. THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!" Ed yelled as if it was working.
"HEY! Come and get it you ugly son of a bitch." Sam yelled from behind Mordechai. I watched gun drawn as they fought but I couldn't get a clear shot on Mordechai without hitting Sam too.
"Get out of here, now!" Sam yelled.
The two nerds run out and I turn to see Dean dumping kerosene all over the house, he nodded for me to run and I quickly ran out of the house knowing he was fixing to light this bitch up.
Dean and Sam ran out not long after and we watched the house go up in flames as Mordechai stood in the doorway, staring at us.
"Mordechai can't leave the house, we can't kill him - We improvise." Dean said.
"That's your solution? Burn the whole damn place to the ground?" Sam asked.
"Well nobody will go in anymore. I mean look, Mordechai can't haunt a house if there's no house to haunt. It's fast and dirty but it works."
"Well what if the legend changes again and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?" I asked.
"Well - well then we'll just have to come back."
"Kinda makes you wonder. Of all the thing we hunted, how many existed just cuz people believed in them." Sam asked. That's a scary thought.
The next day we were sitting in front of Ed and Harry's trailer. Waiting for them to show up. The approached with grocery bags in hand.
"Man I got the munchies right now… Gentlemen, Lady." Ed said.
"Hey guys." I said.
"Should we tell 'em." Harry said.
"Hey, might as well, you know, they're going to read about it in the trades." Ed replied.
"So this morning we got a phone call from a very important Hollywood producer."
"Oh yeah, wrong number?" Dean asked. I chuckled.
"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." Harry said.
"The what?" I asked.
"Role playing game… although for me and you I have a much more interesting role playing game in mind.." Ed said as he walked towards me, damn near touching his chest against mine. I could see Dean ready to pounce out the corner of my eye, so I held my hand up to him to stop him.
I leaned forward pushing Ed against his car, pushing my body against his.
"You know… " I said seductively rubbing my finger down his lips. "The last man that was this close to me got a surprise…."
"Oh yeah, what was that?" He asked as if he was out of breath, I almost laughed outloud.
"Well.. he got his balls shot off." I said pulling my gun out and shoving it against Ed's crotch. His eyes went wide and he coughed pulling away from me to the side.
"Oh. Wow. Ya know… I'm just. Not really into that.. but uhh. It was nice meeting you guys." Ed said scrambling to get in the car and lock the door. I turned to Dean and winked at him. His face was pure gold. He was trying to hold back his laughter.
"Later." Harry said nervously.
"Wow." Dean said as we watched them drive away.
"I have a confession to make." Sam said.
"What's that."
"I, uh...I was the one that called them and told them I was a producer." We all laughed.
"Yeah well I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat." Dean said causing us to all laugh even harder.
"So uh. Can we call a truce?" Sam asked as we got back in the car.
"Yeah. I guess. For the next hundred miles or so." Dean said.
When we got back to the motel I waited for the boys to go to sleep. I stayed out of this war the whole time, but I couldn't resist getting in the last shot.
I quietly got out of the bed and pulled out the tube of "No bite"- a super bitter liquid people put on their nails to keep them from biting them. I went into the boy's bags and quickly emptied some into both tubes of toothpaste. Then I quietly threw the evidence away. Next I pulled out my make up and was sure to be extremely careful as I covered both boy's with blue eyeshadow and bright red lipstick. I pulled out my phone and prayed the flash wouldn't wake them as I took my blackmail pictures. Sam stirred slightly, Dean didn't budge. Now I can sleep and wait till morning.
"Dammit! Emily!" Sam said successfully waking me up. I grinned.
He came out of the bathroom still wearing my make up.
"We called a truce!"
"No. You two called a truce. I had nothing to do with any of it. Until now." I giggled.
"We'll see how funny it is when Dean wakes up." He threatened throwing something at Dean to wake him.
"Hmm.. What.. what I'm up. I'm up." He groggily sat up and rubbed his face, pushing blue and pink coloring all over his cheeks. I busted out laughing and he looked at me like I was crazy. Then he looked up at Sam, then he too busted out laughing.
"Wild night there Sammy?" He asked.
Sam grinned. "Oh. I don't know Dean. Why don't you take a look in the mirror and ask me that again."
Suddenly Dean's face fell, he turned to glare at me as he ripped off the covers and ran to the bathroom.
"What the fuck! Emily!" I laughed all over again.
I heard the sink turn on full blast and it didn't take either of them long to clean their faces. The true moment of hilarity was listening to Dean start to gag as he began brushing his teeth. I laughed so hard I nearly peed my pants.
"I'm gonna guess Its not safe for me to use my toothbrush is it?" Sam asked.
"Oh no. Its fine. I just wouldn't use your toothpaste." I giggled. I'd had enough fun. Might as well spare Sam the same fate as Dean. So I handed him mine so he could finish getting ready.
Dean came out of the bathroom and glared at me.
"You're gonna pay for that one."