HELL HOUSE

Evie's POV

I looked up from my book that I was reading to pass the boredness given that we'd been on the road for a while now, Dean was looking over at Sam who was asleep in the passenger seat with his mouth hanging open and saw Dean's smirk and knew what he was gonna do.

"Dean don't" I quietly whispered but he ignored me and grabbed a plastic spoon putting it in Sam's mouth quickly snapping a photo before smirking again as he turned the music up making Sam jerk awake quickly swatting the spoon out of his mouth as Dean laughed singing along.

"Ha-ha, very funny" Sam spat turning down the music glaring at Dean.

"Sorry" Dean apologized but didn't mean it. "Not a lot of scenery here in east Texas, kind of got to make your own"

"Man, were not kids anymore Dean we're not gonna start that crap again" I laughed knowing what he was talking about and thought it could actually be fun.

"Start what up?" Dean asked playing dumb.

"That prank stuff, it's stupid and it always escalates" I laughed knowing he was recalling a particular prank that had been pulled during one of our many prank wars when they'd stayed at the salvage yard.

"Aw what's the matter Sammy, afraid you're gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again?" I asked unable to control my laughter since that'd been one of my pranks on him.

"Alright, just remember you guys started it"

"I didn't start anything but bring it on baldy" I laughed seeing Dean looking at me in the rearview mirror with his own smile.

"Where are we, anyway?" Sam asked looking around changing the subject.

"Few hours outside of Richardson, give me the low down again" Sam sighed grabbing the paper off the front dash.

"Alright, about a month or two ago this group of kids go poking around this local haunted house-"

"Haunted by what?" Dean interrupted.

"Apparently a pretty misogynistic spirit, legend goes it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters" Sam replied.

"Great" I muttered to myself but they heard.

"Anyway, these kids see this dead girl hanging in the cellar"

"Anybody ID the corpse?" Dean asked.

"Well that's the thing, by the time the cops got there the body was gone, so cops are saying the kids were yanking chains"

"Maybe the cops are right" Dean and I replied simultaneously.

"Maybe but I read a couple of the kids firsthand accounts, they seem pretty sincere"

"Where did you read these accounts?" I asked.

"I knew we'd be passing through Texas so last night I surfed some local paranormal websites and I found one" I rolled my eyes.

"And what's it called?" Dean asked sounding like he was smirking and Sam scoffed shaking his head before answering.

"…'Hellhounds. com'…"

"Let me guess, streaming live out of Mom's basement" Sam chuckled again.

"Yeah probably"

"Yeah, most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit them in the 'persqueeter'" I snickered at Dean looking back down at my book.

"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 rolled my eyes over the top of my book at Sam.

"Alright so where do we find these kids?" I quickly asked before Dean could start an argument over their disagreement when it came to John having to leave us back in Chicago.

"Same place you always find kids in a town like this" I frowned especially as we pulled up at a diner called 'Rodeo Drive' and at the place calling with the worst creatures in the world…teenagers.

We went inside and started asking around trying to find who had been there when the body was found and get their statement for ourselves but the more people we asked the more frustrating it was becoming since every kid had a different story, how the body was found, what the victim looked like so it was looking more and more like a bust case.

"…kind of hot, you know in a dead sort of way" I rolled my eyes at this kid since that was just messed up even for us.

"Okay" Dean interrupted before he could go on to say yet another stupid thing.

"And how did you find out about this place, anyway?" Sam asked him.

"Craig" they all said then pointed us in the right direction on where we'd find this Craig guy which led us to a music store, we walked in and saw a younger teen carrying some records towards the shelves.

"Fella's and…miss, help you with anything?"

"Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?" Sam asked straight away.

"I am" the kid replied briefly turning to us and his eyes settled on me longer than they should.

"Oh well we're reporters with The Dallas Morning News, I'm Dean this is Sam and Evelyn"

"No way, yeah I'm a writer too I write for my school's lit magazine" Craig replied seemingly proud of that fact, if high school now was anything like it was when I went then he was a book geek and those kids usually got beat up.

"Well good for you, Morrissey" Dean said and got a weird look from Craig in return.

"Um…we're doing an article on local hauntings-"

"Rumor has it you might know about one" I cut in crossing my arms over my chest since this kid had non-stop been checking out my boobs as he glanced up while putting records away on the shelves.

"You mean the Hell House?" he asked stopping and completely looked up.

"That's the one" Dean agreed.

"I didn't think there was anything to the story"

"Why don't you tell us the story?" I asked him and he looked up again chancing looks around.

"Well supposedly back in the '30's this farmer Mordechai Murdock he used to live in that 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" I turned back to where Dean was looking through the vinyl's while Sam and I had followed Craig back to the counter. "So I guess that's when he went off the deep end"

"How?" Sam and I asked him then looked at each other with a smile before turning back to Craig as I felt Dean come up behind us to join us again.

"Well he figured it was best if his girls died quick rather than starve to death, so he attacked them and they screamed, begged for him to stop but he just strung them up one after another and then when it was all finished he turned around and hung himself" I shared a look with Dean. "Now they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever stringing up any other girl that goes inside" I frowned since that sounded fantastic.

"And where'd you hear all this?" Dean asked him.

"My cousin Dana told me, I don't know where she heard it from" he replied shrugging. "You got to realize I didn't believe this for a second-"

"But now you do?" Sam asked cutting him off.

"I don't know what the hell to think, man" Craig replied shaking his head again. "You guys, I'll tell you exactly what I told police okay" I nodded for him to continue. "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, okay"

"Thanks" Dean replied before we walked away heading up to said 'Hell House' and it was as creepy as it sounded.

"Can't say I blame the kid" Sam spoke up as we walked towards the house.

"Yeah so much for curb appeal" Dean added as we walked around taking a look at the house while Dean grabbed out his EMF detector.

"You got something?" I asked seeing the needle moving as he tapped at it.

"Yeah but EMF's no good" he replied making me frown.

"Why?"

"I think that things still got a little juice in it, it's screwing with all the readings" he replied nodding up to the telegraph poles with a live wire box on it.

"Yeah that would do it" I muttered as he put it away given it was pretty much useless.

"Yeah" he replied looking up at the house. "Come on, let's go" he added walking towards the house with Sam in tow but I hesitated back and Dean noticed. "What?" I frowned looking up at the house since I didn't fancy walking in there blind and get strung up, this thing went after girls after all and Dean seemed to click onto my train of thoughts and started laughing. "Aw what's the matter Shortstack afraid of a little ghost" I glared at him but then smirked.

"I ain't afraid of no ghost" I spat pushing past them as they both laughed getting my awesome movie reference before they caught up and we walked in immediately taking note of all the painted symbols on the walls.

"Looks like old man Murdock was a bit of a tagger during his time" Dean sang as I rolled my eyes looking around at all the different symbols seeing some of them didn't match up with the timeline.

"And after his time too" I stated walking around.

"She's right, the reverse cross has been used by Satanists for centuries but this Sigil of Sulfur didn't show up until San Francisco until the '60's" Sam added as he took photo's for reference later.

"That's exactly why you don't get laid" Dean said making me roll my eyes again. "Hey what about this one?" he added having walked away so we turned and saw him staring up at another symbol, it was a cross looking thing with the bottom turning into a hook, I frowned at it since I swear I'd seen it before but can't recall where. "Either of you seen this one before?"

"No" Sam replied walking up to where he was and took a photo of it.

"I have" I replied stepping up to Dean's other side.

"Me too" Dean added staring up at it. "Somewhere" I nodded my head agreeing as Sam reached up running a finger over the symbol.

"It's paint…seems pretty fresh too"

"I don't know Sam, I mean I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind but the cops might be right about this one"

"Yeah maybe" Sam replied right before we heard a clattering noise from the back of the house and of course the boys and I instantly started towards it to the door it had come from and leant against either wall beside the door as Dean raised a gun ready then nodded for Sam to open it, we ran in but we're immediately blinded by lights in our eyes before they dropped and we saw two dudes holding said flashlights and I saw one of them had a camera.

"Oh cut, just a couple humans" I heard one of them say as my eyes adjusted to being able to see again.

"What are you guys doing here?" the other asked rudely.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean shot back.

"Uh-huh we belong here, we're professionals" the first one replied making me raise an eye.

"Professional what?" I spat at him and both their eyes turned to me widening as if they'd only just noticed I was here and the one without the camera started blushing like a hormonal little teenager.

"Paranormal investigators" he finally replied smiling at me as if that was something he was proud of and to state to me, he reached into his pocket and grabbed out a card…business card no doubt and held it towards Sam and Dean. "There you go, take a look at that boys"

"Oh you gotta be kidding me" Dean said after taking one and reading it.

"Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spangler" they both nodded. "…'Hellhound. com' you guys run that website?" Sam asked them.

"Yeah" non camera dude replied nodding his head, once again proud as he looked at me and I understood he thought I'd be impressed by that.

"Oh yeah, yeah we're huge fans" Dean spoke up.

"And we know who you guys are too" non camera dude replied, Sam, Dean and I shared quick looks.

"Oh yeah?"

"Amateurs, looking for ghosts and cheap thrills"

"Yeah so if you guys don't mind we're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here"

"Yeah, what do you got so far?" Dean asked from over near the cabinets looking at some of their equipment that they had there which would never actually detect ghostly presences, it was stupid toys.

"Harry why don't you tell them about EMF?" the non-camera guy asked who I now knew to be Ed.

"Well…" Harry replied chuckling.

"EMF?" Sam asked playing stupid for their benefit.

"Electromagnetic field" Harry smirked walking and picked up their EMF detector which I'll give them was a real one but they were idiots if they thought it was gonna work with that power box outside disrupting the readings. "Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector like this bad boy right here" he pulled up the antenna and turned it on which immediately started reacting to the power box. "Whoa…whoa that's 2.8 MG" he stated making me roll my eyes as the boys and I shared looks.

"Two point eight" Ed added sounding impressed and Dean whistled almost making me laugh at these morons.

"It's hot in here" Harry said looking around as if he was gonna see a ghost.

"Wow" Sam said looking up at Dean.

"Huh so have you guys every really seen a ghost before or…?" Dean trailed off as they spun to him.

"Once" Ed replied turning to me. "We were uh…we were investigating this old house and we saw a vase fall right off the table"

"By itself" Harry added trying to make it sound creepy.

"We didn't actually see it but we heard it and something like that it uh…it changes you" I bit back the scoff since that was a load of bullshit, try being launched clear across rooms and pinned against walls then come talk to me out shit changing you, the amount of times I've been attacked by ghosts I'd lost count.

"I think I get the picture" Dean replied looking up at me. "We should go let them get back to work"

"Yeah you should" Ed replied and it took everything in me not to reach out and slap the crap out of him.

"Sam, Evelyn" Dean added as he walked past us leading the way out, I rolled my eyes when Ed giggled before following behind Sam and Dean as we left.

Sam and I headed to the library in order to dig up any information we could find of the property and the people that had lived there while Dean went to the police station to see if he could find out any information on that end then as Sam and I were walking out after a good solid couple hours of work we met up with Dean outside.

"Hey, what do you's got?" Dean asked putting his hand over my shoulder making me smile since he seemed to be more openly affectionate lately which wasn't like him at all but it seemed after I told him that his Dad had practically given us his blessing he was always touching me in one way or another whether that was simple hand holding to our more fun activities which was a bit more frequent given it seemed Sam was sleeping a bit more regularly which was a mission to remain quiet sometimes as he literally slept in the bed over.

"…Evie did find a Martin Murdock who lived in that house in the '30's and he did have children but only two of them both boys" I heard Sam reply snapping me out of my daydreams.

"And there was no record of him killing anybody" I added looking up at Dean as I grabbed his hand that was hanging dangerously close to my left breast. "What about you, any luck?"

"Well those kids didn't exactly give a clear description of that girl but I did hit up the police station, no matching persons it's like she never existed" I frowned at this because none of this was making any sense and usually we had at least one theory or lead by now. "Dude, come on we did our digging this one's a bust"

"I think he's right, I mean for all we know those Hellhound boys made up the whole thing" I added backing up Dean probably much to Sam's unsurprise but I watched as he sighed and nodded.

"Yeah alright" he replied surprisingly not calling me out of it for once, he usually had a problem with me agreeing with Dean like this.

"I say we find ourselves a bar and have some beers and leave the legend to the locals" Dean said getting into 'Baby' and I quickly held up my hand stopping Sam from getting in watching with a smile as Dean turned the key and music blared out instead of the car turning over and he yelled in surprise quickly reaching for the radio to turn it off but instead the windscreen wipers started before he turned the car off. "What the…" I started laughing as did Sam as we got in. "Which one of you's messed with my car" I laughed again holding up a finger marking a one and pointed to me. "That's all you got, it's weak" I couldn't hold in another laugh as Sam and I high fived. "That is bush league"

"Shouldn't have taught me everything I know about cars then should ya" he rolled his eyes starting the car, this time working perfectly and drove off to said bar and we had a couple drinks with me celebrating my successful prank.

"Messing with 'Baby' Shortstack, was so not cool" Dean whined walking up to where I was at the bar ordering another round.

"Aw poor 'Baby', I'll apologize to her later but you should'a seen your face" he frowned taking the barstool next to me.

"What do ya say we ditch Sam's ass and head back to the motel for a little…fun time?" I smirked moving towards him trapping him against the bar.

"A little pent up Dean-O" I asked seductively running my hands down his chest and watched his adams apple move as he gulped.

"Maybe a little, I'm stressed and need loving attention" I leaned in an inch from his lips with my own.

"Then maybe you should have a nice…long…cold…shower" I whispered before pushing away from him and started walking towards where Sam was with the round of beers smiling as I felt Dean's eyes trailing after me shocked but while the prank wars were on there was no way I was letting my guard down by having sex with him.

By the time we crashed out back at the motel it was late and we so rudely had to get up in the morning having heard a police call go out about a body being found at the Hell House and this time it was actually for real since when we arrived we saw a body bag being wheeled out and multiple cops around asking witness for answers.

"What happened?" Dean asked as we approached a bystander.

"Cops say that poor girl hung herself in the house"

"Suicide?" Sam asked shocked as we all were, since this just added to the things that weren't making sense in this case.

"Yeah" he nodded. "And she was a straight-A student with a full ride to UT too, it just don't make sense" yeah your telling me pal, I thought as he walked away then looked up as the coroners continued to wheel the victim out.

"What do you's think?" Sam asked us once the guy was far enough out of earshot.

"I think maybe we missed something" Dean replied turning towards us. "We'll come back tonight" we nodded and left but returned at night frowning at the sight of cops guarding the house.

"I guess the cops don't want anymore kids screwing around in there" I replied watching a cop go right by our hiding place in some scrubs.

"Yeah but we need to get in there" Dean replied glancing at me before looking up at something. "I don't believe it" I frowned spinning around as did Sam and we saw those two idiot ghosthunters walking towards the house whispering loudly. "I got an idea" Dean quickly added making me turn back to him as he stood up a bit more. "Who you gonna call!?" he yelled out and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from laughing.

"Hey you!" we heard one of the cops yell out obviously seeing them now and the idiots looked up surprised. "Freeze!"

"Run!" I heard them yell out before the ran with the cops right on their tails as I couldn't help laughing as we quickly stood and ran into the house.

Sam quickly reached into the bag he'd brought and held out Dean's shotgun for him and me my pistol as we looked around and my eyes caught the symbol again making me frown cause I know I'd seen it before.

"Where have I seen that symbol before, it's killing me" I stated shining my torch at it.

"You and me both Shortstack" Dean added next to me.

"Come on we don't have much time" Sam cut in so we headed down into the basement which is where all the creepy stuff happened and looked around but nothing stuck out down here, no ghostly presence or smell to indicate that this was a ghost problem.

"Hey Sam, I dare you to take a swig of this" I heard Dean say making me look up seeing he had one of the jars in his hands with a horrible pink colored liquid in it.

"Why the hell would I do that?" Sam asked him.

"I double dare you" I rolled my eyes at Dean walking past him slapping him upside the head but before he could say anything to retaliate we heard something making us all look up towards where it had come from moving in swiftly seeing a wooden cardboard.

Sam looked up seeing Dean and I had our guns pointed at it so he reached out grabbing the handles and threw the door open quickly pointing his gun too but a couple rats scurried out and I jumped out of the way with a small shriek.

"Ah I hate rats" I protested and Sam smiled at me while Dean matched my distaste.

"You's rather it was a ghost?" Sam asked us.

"Yes" Dean and I both nodded at him just before we felt something behind us and spun seeing the ghostly figure and Sam wasted no time firing off a shot of rock salt but it had no affect so he quickly shot again same result so another shot and it finally faded away.

"What kind of ghost is immune to rock salt?!" Sam yelled as we looked around knowing it was gonna pop back up.

"I don't know" Dean replied moving the torch around. "Come on, come on, come on" he added pushing on my back getting me to move towards the stairs with Sam right behind us with his gun ready to fire but the shelves suddenly broke apart sending the glass jars everywhere smashing with glass flying knocking us to the ground as I instinctively covered my face from the glass before looking up seeing the ghost attacking Sam.

"Go, get out of here!" Sam yelled as Dean helped me up before we ran up the stairs and Sam managed to fend the ghost off running behind us as we threw ourselves out the door seeing the two ghost idiots again.

"Get that thing out of my face!" Dean yelled as we ran getting the hell out of there since this was not a fight we were ready for if rock salt wasn't gonna work.

We went back to the motel and I drew myself a bath sitting in it letting the hot water soothe a few aching muscles after tonight before getting out wrapping a towel around myself and walked back out seeing Dean on our bed and Sam sitting at the table on his laptop.

"What the hell is this symbol?" I heard Dean say as I rummaged through my bag for some clothes to wear but looked up seeing him staring down at the hotel stationary in his hand and peeked over seeing he'd drawn the symbol that was stumping us at the moment. "It's bugging the hell out of me" he added seeing me looking. "This whole damn job is bugging me" I sighed grabbing some clothes and quickly went back into the bathroom to change leaving the door slightly open to hear. "I thought the legend said that Mordechai only goes after chicks?"

"It does" I heard Sam's quiet response.

"All right, that explains why it went after you and Eve but why me?" I rolled my eyes at Dean pulling a purple v-neck over my head.

"Hilarious" Sam shot at him as I walked back in the room laying down next to Dean. "Legend also says he hung himself but did you guys see those slit wrists"

"Yeah" I replied leaning my chin on my arms as I crossed them underneath me.

"What's up with that and the axe too?" Sam asked theorizing with himself. "I mean ghosts are pretty strict right, following the same patterns over and over"

"But this mook keeps changing" Dean nodded along.

"Exactly, I'm telling you the way the story goes…" Sam said but then cut himself off so I looked up confused. "Wait a minute"

"What?" Dean and I asked him.

"Someone added a new posting to the Hellhound site, listen to this: 'They say that Mordechai Murdock was really as Satanist who chopped up his victims with an axe before slitting his own wrists, now he's imprisoned in the house for all eternity' where the hell is this going?" Sam read but my eyes looked up at Dean as he suddenly sat up still staring down at his drawn symbol.

"I don't know but I think I might have just figured out where it all started" Dean replied making me raise an eyebrow as he stood up picking up his jacket and threw mine towards me. "Come on" I shared a confused look with Dean but got up sliding my red leather jacket on following Dean out the door still confused as he stopped at the music store and walked in. "Hey Craig" he called and the teenager turned to us. "Remember us?"

"Look I'm not really in the mood to answer any more of your questions okay" Craig argued.

"Oh don't worry were just here to but an album, that's all" Dean replied and I looked on still with confusion as he flicked through a rack of albums before grabbing one and held it up turning to us. "You know I couldn't figure out what that symbol was and then I realized it doesn't mean anything, it's the logo for the Blue Oyster Cult" my eyes rose up since why didn't I figure that out. "So tell me Craig, you into BOC or just scaring the hell out of people?" I turned back to Craig as Dean handed him the album and Craig flipped it to show the symbol that we'd been stumping over.

"Now why don't you tell us about that house, without lying through your ass this time?" I asked Craig with a small glare seeing him look at me before letting out a heavy breath.

"Alright…um, 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 I'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 Murdock used to live there so 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 it's own, I mean I thought it was funny at first but…now that girls dead, it was just a joke you know I mean none of it was real, we made the whole thing up…I swear" he was starting to choke up.

"Alright" I said turning nodding for the boys to follow.

"If none of it was real, how the hell do you explain Mordechai?" Dean asked as we walked towards the doors.

"No idea" I mumbled as we headed back to the motel hopefully to find more information spending almost the entire night, well Sam and I did where Dean spent majority of his time looking over the stuff that Sam and I came up with and shook his head when they didn't fit before he crashed out and I rolled my eyes.

"So how are you?" Sam suddenly asked making me turn to him from looking over at Dean snoring loudly.

"What do you mean, I'm fine" I replied furrowing my eyebrows confused and he looked up from his notes. "Why?" I asked.

"Nothing" he replied looking back down but I rolled my eyes.

"What Sam?" I pressed.

"Well its just…since the hunt in Minnesota you've been quieter than usual and I know you've been having nightmares" I frowned since who was he to talk to me about nightmares, he never wanted to talk about his so why should I talk to him about mine. "What did they do to you?" he asked and I flinched going back to that moment and anxiously looked over at Dean but Sam reached out and grabbed my hand squeezing it. "You can tell me Evie, if anyone understands nightmares it's me"

"It's nothing Sam, don't worry about it" I replied and saw him frown.

"You need to talk about it eventually, if you can't with me then talk to Dean"

"I can't do that" I protested knowing Dean would just overreact, he'd seen my pants undone when he'd been in the house and I'd ran into him so I knew he assumed the worst and we hadn't spoken about it to tell him that they didn't actually get that far but it didn't make me feel any better, I was minutes away from being rapped by two idiotic hillbillys and if it hadn't been for the fact that I was taught how to defend myself then they probably would have gotten away with it and I think that's what scared me the most enough to give me nightmares.

"He's worried about you Evie, he won't say that to your face but I can see it and I know you do to" I frowned looking up at him again before looking over at Dean sleeping soundly which I kind of envied him for a little. "Just talk to him, tell him what happened and I think you'd feel a lot better getting it off your chest and I know that's hypocritical coming from me but your not me and Dean needs you more than he does me"

"That's not true Sam, you're his little brother and in a way mine too, we need you more than you realised" I argued and he smiled showing his teeth making me smile too because Sammy's smile was infectious.

"Never know, you and Dean marry and we will be family" my smile instantly dropped.

"Yeah that'll probably never happen Sammy"

"Would you want it if he did purpose?" Sam asked making me raise an eye in confusion on why he was asking.

"I don't know" I shrugged since thinking about it was pointless anyway. "But I know it's not really important, I love Dean and I know he loves me so why do we need a piece of paper to prove that and besides I'm pretty sure my Dad is going to kill me when he finds out I'm dating Dean let alone needing to bring up that we're getting married" he chuckled nodding his head.

"Yeah Bobby would probably shot Dean on site" I nodded then let out a yawn as tiredness caught up with me. "You should get some sleep, I've got this"

"Okay, you should continue looking at this..." I handed him the info I'd found that was sounding close to what we were dealing with. "It's about a Tulpa and it sounds like it might be something"

"Okay I'll take a look" he looked down at my notes as I walked to the bed laying down next to Dean moving to snuggle against him and his arm instinctively moved to accommodate me even in sleep.

When I woke up both brothers were already up and left so I got up grabbing some clothes out for the day laying them out on the bed before I went into the bathroom and started the shower getting in and just as I was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair I heard the door open and close.

"Hey I'm back" I heard Dean yell out.

"Hey, where were you?" I called back quickly rushing to finish up.

"Oh I went out" was his reply making me instantly vexed at the vague reply.

"So Sam and I might have a theory about what's going on" I called as I turned the shower off and hopped out grabbing a towel wrapping it around my body before I started towel drying my hair.

"Oh yeah"

"What if Mordechai is a Tulpa?"

"Tulpa?" Dean asked so I rolled my eyes since yelling through the door was annoying so I opened it still running the towel over my head trying to get my hair dry.

"Yeah a Tibetan thought-form"

"Yeah no I know what a Tulpa is" he replied before I threw the towel I was using back into the bathroom. "Hey why don't you get dressed, I wanna go grab something to eat and Sam's gonna meet us there, the nerd went to the library" I nodded moving towards my clothes as he passed me heading into the bathroom closing the door.

I picked up my clothes and quickly threw them on and had just finished tying the laces on my combat boots when Dean came back out and we left walking to the Impala but it felt like something was pitching my inner thighs and nether region so I readjusted my jeans and saw Dean looking with a smirk.

"Don't even think about Dean Winchester" I remarked to get his head off his libido as we climbed in and drove to a coffee shop not to far away from the motel and met Sam outside before we went in ordering three coffees finding a table but the pinching and itching was getting worse with every step.

"Eve, what's your problem?" Dean asked as I grabbed a few sugars.

"Nothing, I'm fine" I replied trying not to scratch since it'll look damn weird me scratching down there in public.

"Yeah?" he asked again so I nodded.

"Yes" I snapped a little forcefully as we found a table.

"Alright so keep going, what about these Tulpas?" Dean asked but I was too busy trying to avoid scratching.

"There was this accident in Tibet in 1915" Sam began seeing as I didn't, I took a seat and subtly as I could rubbed my hand up the fabric of my jeans in hopes to relieve the itch. "Group of monks visualize a golem in their heads, they meditate on it so hard they bring the thing to life, out of thin air"

"So?" Dean asked making me roll my eyes.

"That was 20 monks, imagine what 10,000 web surfers would do" I cut in still scratching the inside of my leg. "I mean Craig starts the story about Mordechai then it spreads, goes online"

"Now countless people all believe in the bastard" Sam added opening up his laptop.

"Okay wait a second, you guys are trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?" Dean asked as I continued scratching my leg, it was seemingly worsening by the second and the more I scratched.

"I don't know maybe" I replied when they both looked at me weirdly seeing my discomfort scratching.

"People believe in Santa Claus, how come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?" Dean retorted making me roll my eyes again.

"Because you're a bad person" Sam replied.

"And because your ungrateful considering what I give you every Christmas and because of this" I added pointing at Sam on the last one and he spun the laptop towards Dean.

"That's a Tibetan spirit sigil, on the wall of the house" Sam explained after a smile my way for my last comment while Dean rolled his eyes at me. "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 on the Hellhound's website…staring at the symbol thinking about Mordechai…I mean we don't but it might be enough to bring a Tulpa to life" I added moving around in my seat still feeling the urge to scratch.

"It would explain why he keeps changing" Dean nodded taking a sip out of his coffee.

"Right, as the legend changes people think different things so Mordechai himself changes like a game of telephone that would also explain why rock salt didn't work" Sam replied.

"Yeah because he's not a traditional spirit, per se"

"Yeah" I nodded at Dean making a face as I itched.

"Okay so why don't we just uh…get this sprit-sigil thingy off the wall and website" Dean replied looking at Sam.

"Well it's not that simple, you see once Tulpas are created they take on a life of their own" Sam replied but my focus was more on the itching of my pants area.

"Great, all right so if he really is a thought-form how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?" Dean asked looking over at me raising an eye as he caught sight of my discomfort.

"Well it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us" Sam replied turning his computer back towards him. "Check out their hope page" he clicked on a new link and a video came up. "Since they posted the video the number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone"

"Huh…I got an idea, come on" Dean suddenly said putting the lid back on his coffee.

"Where are we going?" Sam asked closing his laptop placing it in its bag.

"We need to find a copy store" Dean replied getting up so I did to but sent a whole new wave of itchiness to make me scratch.

"I think I'm allergic to our soap or something" I spoke up and Dean laughed making me look up instantly knowing he had something to do with this.

"You did this?" I asked angrily staring at his back as he walked towards the door still laughing his ass off. "You're a freaking jerk!" I exclaimed following after him and Sam who was also laughing.

"Oh yeah" he called back, I knew this was his payback prank for what I did to baby and it was not cool.

I made him drive back to the motel where I had another shower while they went to the copy store and changed clothes meeting them outside when they pulled back up and jumped into the backseat glaring at Dean as he drove.

"Lighten up Shortstack, you messed with 'Baby' so I messed with you"

"Yeah well think about this the next time…multiple times you want to have sex Dean cause your just gonna get a 'hell no' in answer and you'll be sleeping in your precious 'Baby' from now on" I replied just as he pulled into the trailer park where we knew we'd find Idjit one and Idjit two, we walked towards their trailer with Dean in the lead and Sam and I behind him before Sam leaned down.

"I got an idea for a way to get back at Dean"

"Whatever it is I agree 100%" I replied with a smirk and nod just as Dean reached the trailer and banged on the door.

"Come on out here guys we hear you in there" I rolled my eyes at Dean's dramatics as the door swung open revealing Ed and Harry. "Oh look at that, action figures in their original packaging what a shock" I couldn't help the small snigger.

"Guys we need to talk" Sam said more sincerely making me smile even more but it went away when I saw both the idjits staring at me like dogs in heat, you'd think they never saw a girl before and I guess you could say that with the way they were acting every time they saw me.

"Yeah um…sorry guys we're a little busy right now" Ed replied snapping out of his gawk my way as they stepped out of the van, he was suddenly acting so full of himself still staring at me like I was still meant to be impressed by him.

"Well we'll make it quick, we need you to shut down your website" Dean argued and Ed had the audacity to laugh in his face.

"These guys get us busted last night, we spend the night in a holding cell-"

"I had to pee in that cell you know, in front of people and I get stage fright" Harry said cutting Ed off.

"Why should we trust you guys?" Ed asked looking at us.

"Look guys…" Sam started before either Dean or I could say something. "…we all know what we saw, what's in that 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 and could get hurt" I added.

"Yeah" Ed nodded like a complete idiot and I was ready to slap him across the head especially if he didn't keep gawking at my boobs when he thought I wasn't watching.

"Maybe she's got a point" Harry said for once saying something reasonable.

"No, no" Ed cut him off and I frowned clenching my fist ready to lash out and Dean seemed to sense it and reached down grabbing my clenched fist sliding his hand to unclasp it and entwined our fingers probably to stop himself from hitting this guy just as much as it was to stop me. "Okay we have an obligation to our fans, to the truth" Dean laughed.

"Well I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now-"

"Dean, Dean" Sam cut in stopping Dean's threat. "Hey, hey just forget it alright, these guys…you could probably bitch slap them both-" I laughed. "I could probably even tell them that thing about Mordechai" Sam added with our secret weapon if they refused to shut their website down and I saw their little eyes light up meaning we had their attention but Dean and I played our parts shaking our heads. "But they're still not gonna help us" both Ed and Harry quickly protested as we made a move to leave asking us about it as we walked away and followed us.

"What thing about Mordechai, you guys…and girl?" Harry asked making me roll my eyes.

"Don't tell 'em Sam" Dean said as I tried to hold in my laughter, they were still acting like dogs just this time chasing after bones.

"If they agree to shut the website down Dean"

"They're not gonna do it, said so yourself" I argued.

"No wait, wait don't listen to him okay, we'll do it" Ed quickly said and I smiled since we had them, hook, line and sinker so we stopped and turned back towards them and I saw both Ed and Harry we're now staring down at Dean and my entwined hands just now noticing it. "We'll do it"

"It's a secret Sam" Dean spoke looking at Sam.

"Look it's a pretty big deal alright and it wasn't easy to dig up, so only if we have your word that you'll shut everything down"

"Totally" Ed agreed lying through his teeth.

"Alright" Sam said after Dean nodded at him and Dean grabbed the fake death certificate out of his inside breast pocket of his jacket. "It's a death certificate from the '30's we got it at the library, 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 added.

"He shot himself?!" Harry asked sounding as gullible as we knew they would be.

"Yep, with a .45 pistol" I nodded fighting off the smile. "To this day they say he's terrified of them-"

"As a matter of fact, its said if you shoot him with a .45 loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds you'd kill the son of a bitch" Dean added and I counted to exactly five seconds before Harry took off running towards their trailer with Ed trying to be a little bit more discreet.

"Harry slow your roll buddy they're gonna know we're excited" I scoffed and rolled my eyes as we left heading to a diner and I straight away ordered a coffee with our food since although I caught a couple hours but I still felt exhausted so I was nursing the coffee in my hand just as Dean pulled the damn string on this wall toy that laughed manically so I quickly pulled it to turn it off.

"If you pull that string one more time I'm going to kill you" I glared at him but he reached out and pulled it again but I turned it off again and glared at him as he just laughed.

"Come on, you guys need more laughter in your lives, you know your way too tense Evie I can help but you-" I rolled my eyes at Dean turning to Sam.

"They post it yet?" I asked him so he turned the laptop towards me. "…'We've learned from a reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms' alright how long do we wait?" I asked looking up at them.

"Long enough for the new story to spread and the legend to change" Sam replied shutting his laptop sliding it back towards him. "I figure by nightfall iron rounds will work the sucker" I nodded seeing Sam hold up his beer to toast, Dean grabbed his beer and clinked it with Sam's then took a long swig before going to put it down but it didn't budge and Sam burst out laughing indicating that he'd done it and I couldn't help not laugh too.

"You didn't" Dean seethed looking up at Sam.

"Oh I did" Sam replied holding up a tube of superglue and I reached for the string this time pulling it making the figure laugh this time as Sam and I continued to laugh, it wasn't exactly my revenge but oh was it sweet.

We waited until dark before returning to the Hell House seeing cops still watching the place but luckily Dean had been stupid enough to steal that stupid laughing wall thing so he set it up in the woods pulling the string to draw the cops to the noise then came back towards us when it worked and we headed up to the Hell House letting ourselves in once again, this time all armed with pistols as we rushed in at the ready guns aimed ready for anything.

"I barely have any skin left on my palm" Dean spoke up still sour over the prank but that line sounded so wrong on so many levels making me laugh as did Sam.

"What's the matter Dean, you feeling that frustrated that you-"

"We're not touching that line with a 10-foot pole" Sam said cutting me off before I could finish and Dean angrily shined the light in Sam's eyes with a glare before we continued to move through the house looking for any sign of this bastard.

"Well you think old Mordechai's home?" Dean asked as we pointed our guns at the door that lead to the basement.

"I don't know" Sam and I replied at the same time.

"Me either" someone suddenly added making us spin with our guns but it was just idiot one and two, Ed and Harry so we un-pointed our guns quickly as they yelled out in shock sticking up their hands.

"Whoa, whoa hey" Ed said making me roll my eyes.

"Are you trying to get yourselves killed!" I yelled at them.

"We're just trying to get a book-and-movie deal okay?" ed replied still holding up his hand looking around like one of us was gonna shoot him and I'd admit I was tempted but before I could say anything else we heard a sound coming from the basement so Dean, Sam and I quickly spun back around pointing our guns at the ready again. "Oh crap" I turned towards Ed with another glare seeing he had his camera pointed at the door. "Guys you wanna…you wanna go open that door for us?"

"Why don't you?" Dean shot back at him but none of us had to open it since it burst open with Mordechai charging at us so we wasted no time firing off shots left right and center and it took a lot of bullets before he finally seemed to disappear but something still didn't feel right so we quickly split up with me getting left behind to watch the two morons.

"Oh god he's gone, he's gone" Ed breathed out in relief.

"Did you get him?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, they got him" Ed replied.

"No on camera, did you get him on camera?" Harry asked him making me roll my eyes again.

"Uh…uh well…I…"

"Let me see it, let me see it" Harry insisted cutting Ed off and grabbed the camera off him.

"Shut up will you's" I snapped at them just as Mordechai reappeared smashing the camera out of Harry's hands making him fall back so I fired off a shot watching as he disappeared again right before Dean reappeared with a worried look at me. "I'm okay" I assured him just as Sam ran back in as well.

"Didn't you guys post that B.S story we gave you?" Dean asked the idiots.

"Of course" Ed replied.

"Then our servers crashed" Harry added and I groaned rolling my eyes.

"So it didn't take?" Dean asked.

"Uh…" Ed said.

"So these…these guns don't work?"

"Yeah" Ed replied making me roll my eyes again.

"Great…Sam any ideas?" I said looking over at him but he just shrugged.

"We are getting out of here" Harry insisted making haste towards the door. "Ed come on!" he came back grabbing his friend dragging him along but I knew that Mordechai isn't just gonna let us leave which I confirmed when we heard them scream so we followed.

"The power of Christ compels you!" I heard Ed yell out so I shook my head at the ridiculous notion that, that would actually work.

"Hey!" Sam yelled out and Mordechai turned towards us.

"That's right, come and get us you ugly son of a bitch!" I yelled then ducked as Mordechai swung his axe at my head.

"Eve move!" Sam yelled so I ducked down again just as Mordechai swung again but this time Sam grabbed the handle pushing back as they wrestled with the axe before Sam was pushed up against the wall with the axe on his throat.

"Get out of here, now!" I yelled at Ed and Harry since they were standing their like frozen deer caught in headlights.

"Run…were out of here!" Ed yelled and they finally ran as I turned back to Sam seeing he was getting the life choked out of him.

"Hey!" I called and Mordechai turned towards me. "Oh crap didn't think that through!" I exclaimed as Mordechai dropped his axe from Sam's throat and started towards me. "Dean!" I yelled and watched him rush in.

"Hey!" he yelled then lit up a string of fire towards Mordechai. "Go, go, go!" I didn't think twice and Sam and I rushed out the door with Dean quickly following us. "Come on" Dean helped me help Sam walk. "Look if Mordechai can't leave the house and we can't kill him…we improvise" Dean said stopping then lit one of our lighters then dropped it into the house setting it alight.

"What the…" I asked shocked but we quickly run hearing Mordechai coming and made a beeline to the trees once we were clear looking back seeing Mordechai standing at the door looking out of us making no move to leave, like Dean said he couldn't leave the house.

"That's your solution?" Sam asked pointing back at the house as he stared at Dean. "Burn the whole damn place to the ground?"

"Well no one will go in anymore?" Dean retorted back and I scoffed. "I mean Mordechai can't haunt a house if there's no house to haunt, its fast and dirty but it works"

"Well what if the legend changes and Mordechai is allowed to leave?" I asked him and he stuttered for any answer having not thought of that.

"Well then we'll just have to come back" he finally replied and rolled my eyes turning back to the house watching it burn.

"Kind of makes you wonder…of all the things we hunted how many existed just because people believed in them?" I frowned because that was a disturbed thought before we all went silent just watching the house burn to the ground.

It was the next night we stopped by the trailer park to hopefully get rid of the whole Hell House legend that way it didn't have the chance to change and saw them walking towards us with brown paper bags talking about absolute nonsense.

"Gentleman and lady" Ed called seeing us.

"Hey guys" Sam replied standing up from his lean against the table and chairs.

"Should we tell them?" Harry asked with a smirk.

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

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

"Oh yeah, wrong number?" I asked just to get on their nerves.

"No smartass" Ed replied making my eyes raise up a little since that was the first time he said anything that strongly to me without staring like a horny little teenager. "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.

"The what?" Dean asked him.

"Role-playing game" Harry replied like it was obvious.

"Right" Dean muttered back.

"Little lingo for you, any who uh…excuse us we're off to La-La land" Ed replied moving to get in their car which was all packed up to leave.

"Well congratulations, that sounds really great" Sam said with a fake smile on his face.

"Yeah that's awesome, best of luck" Dean added with just as much of a fake smile on his face suddenly putting his arm over my shoulder and I saw Ed glare at the move making me glare back.

"Oh yeah luck, it's got nothing to do with it it's about talent you know sheer unabashed talent" Ed argued and I held back a laugh. "Later" he added before they got into their car and started the piece of crap. "See you around" he said right before driving off as we laughed shaking our heads as we walked towards the Impala.

"I have a confession to make" Sam spoke up.

"What's that?" Dean asked him.

"I uh…I was the one who called them and told them I was a producer" Sam replied and we laughed looking back at their retreating car.

"Well I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat" Dean added making me laugh and roll my eyes.

"Try draining their gas tank, they'll get to the highway at least" I said and we all shared another laugh.

"Truce?" Sam asked looking up at us and I knew he was talking about the prank war that we'd unintentionally turned on to Ed and Harry.

"Yeah truce" I replied with a nod.

"At least for the next hundred miles" Dean added getting into the car making me sigh getting into the back as Sam hopped into the front while Dean started her up and turned up the radio before the car rolled forward leaving this place in our rearview mirror.