Okay, so part of this chapter is from the old story, so yeah. It's longer than I expected it to turn out, but trust me… I am happy the chapter has so many words. I just hope you'll like it as well.

Prfh – Gracias. I hope that you continue to like what I write. I have a whole list of Episodes that I wanna do for this one, so I hope you'll like it.

Lyryenn – It was an asshole move, wasn't it? I really really hate both Zachariah and Uriel along with Anna. They will pay. It won't be soon, but trust me. Elijah and Ray (Samael) only know each other in passing, which will be explained once they meet again. It will still take quite a few chapters, since Season 2 of Vampire Diaries will be during Season 4 or so of Supernatural. I hope you're willing to be patient… I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet, but probably a normal romance mixed with a little Angel crap or something.

AnimaQueen – Thank you so much for the Review. I'm glad you took the time. Elijah doesn't really know her much. They have met several times in passing during the past centuries. The only person who knows who Ray is, is Damon, who won't tell anyone. I mean, who would believe him anyway? I really hope you'll continue reading.

Enjoy,

Nick

I didn't think it would take several months for me to see Sam and Dean again. Maybe that was because I had been out of the country for ages. Several of my contacts had called and kept me busy… very busy. I spent about two months in the UK, a month in Germany and two more months in Asia. Most of the other continents had the same basic creatures, but there were also those that were native to the country or area they lived in. Pretty fascinating actually.

Anyway, Sam and Dean. There was this one case somewhere in Texas that I was made aware of by a really weird website. Like… really weird. It was called Hellhoundslair and I was pretty sure that those two men were streaming live out of their mother's basement or something like that. They were 'Hunters'. Not really like the rest of us, but these flashy idiots who thought they knew what was out there. In reality, they had no clue.

I entered a diner in the middle of town, where I could see the two other Hunters sitting with three teens. They had to be the ones who were at the Hell House or something.

"That poor girl," the only girl sighed.

"With the black…"

"Blonde…"

"Red hair, just hanging there."

I snorted and turned my face away, so they couldn't see me laughing at them. Morons. They didn't even know what they saw. Pathetic.

"Kicking!" the first guy contradicted.

The second boy shook his head "Without even moving."

"She was real," the girl pointed out.

"One hundred percent," Boy Number one agreed.

The second guy – of course – had to freak me out even more "And kinda hot. Well, you know in a dead sort of way."

Dean turned to Sam slowly "Okay…"

"And…" Sam's voice clearly showed his exasperation with those idiots as well "How did you find out about this place anyway?"

"Craig," the three chorused.

I took that as my cue to step forward "If it isn't my favourite brothers. Sam, Dean, how are you doing?"

"Ray?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

I smirked "Guilty."

"What are you doing here?" Dean questioned with a quirk of his lips.

"Found the website. Wanted to know if I was right about the profile I did on those stooges," I grinned, following the two brothers towards the Music Shop where Craig worked.

Dean smirked "Mom's basement?"

"Pretty much," I agreed with a snort "So, you mind if I tag along? I can find another hunt if you'd rather be by yourselves."

"No, it's fine," Sam smiled "We don't really mind. But thanks for the consideration."

I nodded and entered the shop, holding the door open for the two men.

"Fellas," a young man greeted from behind the counter "Can I help you with anything?"

Sam nodded and stepped towards him "Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?"

"I am."

It was Dean who took over the talking "Well, we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean, this is Sam and Ray."

"No way," Craig grinned, his eyes lingering on me for a minute longer than normal "I'm a writer too. I write for my school's lit magazine."

I clapped sarcastically "You want a medal for that?" At the same time Dean deadpanned "Good for you Morrissey." I chuckled and fist bumped the other Hunter.

Sam rolled his eyes at us "Um. We're doing an article on local hauntings and rumour has it you might know of one."

Craig nodded "You mean the Hell House?" His smile faded and he looked sort of anxious all of a sudden.

"That's the one," Dean agreed.

"I didn't think there was anything to the story," the young man admitted, but there was something in his tone that sounded as if he wasn't being completely truthful.

Sam tilted his head "Why don't you tell us the story then?"

"Well, supposedly back in the 30s this farmer, Mordecai 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," Craig told us.

"How?" I frowned.

Craig smiled at me "He figured it was best of 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 did you hear all this?" Dean questioned.

"My cousin Dana told me," the young man shrugged "I don't know where she heard it from. You gotta realize, I – I didn't believe this for a second…"

Sam sighed "But now you do."

"I don't know what the hell to think, man. You guys, I – I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, okay? 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?"

Dean, Sam and I exchanged a look. We were definitely going to check out that house. Heck, someone died in there recently. Maybe I could be a bit of a bait, I haven't played bait in ages and it's not like I could die anyway.

"Thanks," Dean said and walked out without a backwards glance. I raised an eyebrow at Sam, who shrugged, following his brother. I rolled my eyes and jogged after both of them. Men! They waited for me by their car. As soon as I got in, Dean pulled onto the road and drove off. I had left my car at the motel we were staying in. It was easier to get around in one car instead of always driving two.

A while later, we slushed up the muddy path to the Hell House. Man, I was so glad that I chose to wear biker boots today. This would have been killer on some of the clothes I had.

"Can't say I blame the kid," Sam remarked as the house came into view.

"Yeah, so much for curb appeal," Dean agreed.

I threw a look back at them "That guy was lying to us, you realize? While he might be freaked out now, he probably has more to do with this than he told us."

"Are you sure?" Sam frowned.

"Not a hundred percent, but he got nervous the longer we talked to him," I shrugged "I could be wrong, though."

We started looking around the outside of the abandoned house and did several tests. Sam came back towards Dean and I, the former holding an EMF detector, which was making loud, consistent noises.

"You got something?" Sam asked, coming to a stop next to us.

Dean tapped on the EMF and frowned "Yeah. The EMF is no good."

His younger brother blinked in confusion "Why?"

I pointed to the power lines over our heads "This has probably still some power left. It's fucking up the readings."

"Yeah that's do it," Sam nodded.

"Come on, let's go," Dean gestured and we followed him into the house. My first impression of the inside was that the stories could definitely be true. All around the wall were symbols and sigils. Pentagrams, a sigil of sulfur and another one that was so familiar. It looked like a 't' and it stirred my memory, but I couldn't remember. Where the heck did I know that symbol from?

Dean whistled impressed "Looks like old man Murdock was a bit of a tagger in his time."

"And after his time too. The reverse cross has been used by Satanists for centuries but this sigil of sulfur didn't show up in San Francisco until the 60s," Sam explained, sounding for all intents like an article from a book.

Dean and I stared at him. Me in amazement and disbelief and Dean in exasperation "That's exactly why you never get laid," he stated, moving to the other wall "Hey, what about this one, you seen this before?" The older brother gestured to a cross with a dot in the middle. The bottom stroke was like and upside down question mark.

"I know a lot of symbol, but I've never seen that one before and I'm a hundred percent sure that it has nothing to do with anything supernatural in this house," I murmured and then pointed at the other symbol from earlier "That one of there though… That's a piece of work. Concentrate on finding out what that means."

"I have seen this. Somewhere," Dean mused.

Sam squinted at the wall and stepped closer. He rubbed the symbol and his finger came away red "It's paint," he observed "Seems pretty fresh too."

"I don't know, Sam." Dean shook his head "You know, I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind, but… the cops might be right about this one."

"Yeah, maybe," Sam sighed.

Wait a second "Guys, I think we do have a problem here. That thing on the wall? The 't'… That stand for a Tulpa."

Before I could continue, a sudden noise had us all on alert. We took up positions, Dean and Sam on either side of the door and me behind Dean. It was kind of cute how they were trying to protect me, even if I could take care of myself well enough. Dean nodded and we burst through the door and were stopped by bright light that shone into our eyes.

"Oh, cut. It's just a couple of human," one of the guys said. Humans? Oookay… Who were they trying to impress with the way they were acting? They were clumsy and long dead, before they'd even come across anything that was really harmful. One of the guys was holding a small electrical gadget, while the other one switched off the camera he was holding.

"What are you doing here?" the one from before – Idiot, I decided to call him – asked.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean burst out, staring at them in annoyance.

Idiot laughed "We belong here. We're professionals?"

"Professional what?" I asked in amused disbelief, stepping up next to Dean.

"Paranormal investigators." He handed Sam and Dean a business card each and winked at me "There you go, take a look at that, boys."

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me," Dean groaned, pulling me a little closer to his side.

Sam looked up from the business card "Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spangler? . You guys run that website," he stated.

"Yeah," Ed confirmed.

I snorted and smirked at them "Yeah, we're huge fans," I told them with so much sarcasm dripping from my voice that it almost sounded like I was serious.

"And we know who you are too," Ed stated.

We all looked at him sharply "Oh yeah?" Sam cleared his throat nervously.

"Amateurs," Idiot grinned. We all relaxed and Dean lost interest immediately "Looking for ghosts and cheap thrills."

"Yep. So if you guys don't mind, we're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here," Harry added.

"Sure," Dean spoke up from behind them, seemingly interested in what they have to say.

Ed spoke up from the counter "Harry, why don't you tell them abut EMF?"

"Well…" Harry started.

Sam decided to play dumb and I had to desperately stop the laughter that wanted to escape "EMF?" he blinked.

I exchanged a quick look with Dean and mouthed 'Amateurs' at him with a wicked grin. He rolled his eyes and I joined him by the counter, behind the self proclaimed experts.

"Electromagnetic field? Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector. Like this bad boy here." He turned it on and the detector started acting out, like ours had earlier. Dean smirked at Sam and elbowed me, smirking "Woah, woah. It's 2.8 mg." Harry excitedly showed the device to the other idiot, who looked impressed.

"2.8. It's hot in here."

Dean whistled in fake admiration and I was trying not to laugh at the sheer stupidity they were displaying "Wow," Sam said, impressed.

"So, have you guys ever seen a ghost before or…" I trailed off.

"Once," Ed answered promptly "We were, uh… we were investigating this old house and we saw a vase fall right off the table."

"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."

Of course, they didn't see a real spirit. Why was I even surprised? One of them probably pushed the fucking vase over or a window was open or something equally as stupid.

"I think we get the picture," I mocked "You are the amateurs here and if you don't stop now you're going to get killed."

"Ray," Dean murmured, putting a hand onto my shoulder "We should go, let them get back to work."

I whirled around to him "What?"

"You should," Ed goaded, acting like he was the best thing since sliced bread "Although, you could stay here, sweetheart. We'll keep you safe."

I sneered at him, turned around to the brothers and raised an eyebrow "You two either come with me now or I'll leave on my own." I didn't stop until I was at the Impala that was parked behind a few trees and I breathed in and out deeply. Why were there so many perverted idiots out there? It was a lot easier when I was still a guy, but sadly I was bound to this vessel by my fathers.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked, as they came into view.

"Sure," I nodded "I'm just not the biggest fan of guys who think they are better than me. I can protect myself and I certainly don't need two idiot potheads to 'show me' how good they were." We got into the car and once again drove off.

"Hey, can we stop by the library? I want to look into this Murdock guy," Sam explained. While Sam was at the library and Dean at the police station, I was stretched out across the backseat of the Impala. I was practically asleep when Dean came back, so he decided to stay quiet and drove towards the library.

"Hey," Sam greeted as he closed the passenger side door.

"What you got?" Dean asked, looking away from the rear-view mirror.

If Sam noticed the previous in the car, he didn't say anything "Well, I couldn't find a Mordecai but I did find a Martin Murdock who lived in that house in the 30s. He did have children but only two of them, both boys, and there's no evidence he ever killed anyone."

"Hold on, so the story isn't true?" I wrapped my head around Sam's story. Maybe I was wrong about the Tulpa? I mean, we didn't even see anything or anyone except for the guys who flirted with me inside the house.

"Not necessarily, but yeah, possibly," Sam nodded "What about you?" He turned back to Dean.

"Well those kids didn't really give us a clear description of that dead girl but I did hit up the police station. No matching missing persons. It's like she never existed. Dude, come on, we did our digging, man, this one's a bust all right. For all we know those HellHound boys made up the whole thing."

"Yeah, all right," Sam admitted in defeat.

"I say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals," Dean proposed, putting the keys in the ignition. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sam subtly placing his fingers in his ears. As soon as Dean turned the key, Latino pop-dance blasted from the speakers. I shot up from my position at the volume of it all and hoped that Dean would turn it off quickly.

"WOAH! What the…"

Everything turned off and I let my hands fall from my ears. Sam started laughing and marked an imaginary '1' in the air before pointing to himself. So he did that? I quickly reached around his seat and slugged him in the head, hard "Next time you do shit like that, warn me," I spat annoyed, rubbing my ringing ears.

Dean meanwhile gave his brother a dirty look "That's all you got? Weak. That is bush league."

A few hours later, we got the message that some girl apparently hung herself in the house, so we raced over there to check. At the house, a lot of emergency personnel moved around and soon the body is brought out on a stretcher. We approached one of the men standing outside.

"What happened?" Dean asked.

The man turned and mustered us "A couple of cops say a girl hung herself in the house."

"Suicide?" Sam inquired, making the connection between our fake haunting and the death.

"Yeah. She was a straight A student, with a full ride to UT too. It just doesn't make sense," the man explained and walked away.

Sam turned to Dean and me "What do you think?"

"I think maybe we missed something," Dean replied. I nodded.

That evening we were hiding in the bushes outside of the house, keeping an eye on the cop car parked a few meters from us.

"I guess the cops don't want anyone else screwing around in there," Sam muttered.

"But we still have to get in," Dean pointed out.

I heard some whispers and looked around "I don't believe it," I said.

Sam and Dean look over to where I pointed and saw Ed and Harry approaching. They were hunched over ridiculously and were wearing all sorts of gadgets, whispering and shushing each other.

"I got an idea," Dean grinned evilly. He stood up a bit from his position and cupped his hand around his mouth "Who ya gonna call!"

"What… huh?" the two Idiots looked up. They spotted the cops at the same time the cops spotted them "Hey! You!" One of the cops shouted, starting to give the chase down the path.

We laughed and quickly made a break for the house. Once inside Sam took out the rifles from the bag he brought, handing one to Dean, who turned on a flashlight.

"Do you have a weapon?" he asked me.

I grinned at him and within a second I had a shiny silver blade in my hand. I preferred using my archangel's blade as a weapon whenever noise mattered. Guns were way too loud, so I used my knife. For the two brothers it looked like I had pulled the blade from my sleeve, so I was pretty happy about it all together.

Dean, apparently satisfied, turned around and stared at the symbol we saw last time "Where have I seen the symbol before? It's killing me!"

I thought the exact same thing, but for me it was the 't' like symbol I puzzled about. If something turned up this time, then I could be sure that it was a Tulpa. Holy crap! Imagine what a symbol like this could do in this day and age.

"Come on, we don't have much time," Sam urged.

The three of us went down to the basement and looked around.

"Hey, Sam," Dean called from a shelf, holding a jar of… something "I dare you to take a swig of this."

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

"… I double dare you," Dean finished lamely.

Sam and I shook our heads and turned back to our tasks, when we heard a noise. We moved towards the cabinet and Sam pulled the door open to reveal a rat. It squeaked and ran from the torchlight. Dean on the other hand had the most amusing reaction to the rat. He screamed and tried to lift both of his feet at once. I burst out laughing at the expression on his face.

"I hate rats," he muttered, glaring at me. I attempted to calm down, but it only work partially.

"You'd rather it was a ghost?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Dean answered petulantly. I giggled again, but fell silent, when Mordecai appeared behind Sam's head.

"Behind you," I called out. They both turned at the same time, just to see the spirit raising his axe above his head. They both shoot at him, but it didn't work. I stopped confused. No ghost was immune to rock salt. As the spirit misted away, everything clicked. Of course, the symbol on the wall upstairs and the immunity to rock salt. It was a Tulpa…

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

Dean shook his head "I dunno. Come on! Come on, come on!"

As we were running to the stairs, Mordecai smashed his axe down, catching the shelves and brought the jars crashing down on Dean. Sam and the spirit stared fighting.

"Go! Get out of here!" Sam shouted at us. He quickly bolted after us, when Murdock smashed an electrical box. We burst out of the front door and fell through the emergency tape. I climbed to my feet as the other two rolled a bit further. They also sprung to their feet.

"Get that damn thing out of my face," Dean snarled at the Idiots and seized my wrist.

"Go go go!" Sam shouted as the three of us sped past them.

In the motel room, I sat next to Dean on the bed, while he doodled the symbol on a piece of paper.

"What the hell is this symbol? It's bugging the hell out of me. This whole damn job's bugging me. I thought the legend said Mordecai only goes after chicks."

"It does," Sam answered him.

"All right. Well, that explains why it went after you two, but why me?"

I hit him on the back of the head, while Sam gave him his most unamused look "Hilarious!" he said sarcastically "The legend also says he hung himself but did you see those slit wrists?"

"Yeah," Dean nodded.

"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."

Sam typed something on his laptop "Exactly. I'm telling ya, the way the story goes… wait a minute."

"What?" I asked, getting up.

"Someone added a new post to the Hell Hound site. Listen to this. 'They say Mordecai 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,'" Sam read. Dean suddenly sat up straight "Where the hell is this going?" Sam asked, staring at the computer screen.

"I don't know," Dean admitted "But I think I might have figure out where it all started."

The music store was empty when we walked in. Craig was sitting at the counter, looking quite depressed.

"Hey Craig? Remember us?" Dean called out.

"Guys, look I'm really not in the mood to answer any more of your questions okay?" Man, that guy even sounded as depressed as he looked.

"Oh, don't worry. We're just here to buy an album," Dean rebuked. He started flicking through a section and picked up an album. Dean turned to us and approached to counter "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. Tell me, Craig, you into BOC? Or just scaring the hell out of people? Now, why don't you tell us about that house… without lying through your ass this time."

"All right," Craig sighed "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 smiled softly as the three of us turned to leave.

"If none of it was real hoe the hell do you explain Mordecai?" Dean asked.

I was again lying on one of the beds in the Winchester's motel room. Dean was around somewhere and Sam was in the shower. Just then, Dean entered and walked over to Sam's bed, holding up a packet of Itching Powder.

"Hey, I'm back," he called out.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Hey, where were you?" Sam's voice sounded from the bathroom.

"Oh, I went out," Dean relied, picking up Sam's underwear and winking at me. He shook the content of the packet onto it and shuffled it.

"So Ray and I have a theory about what's going on."

"Oh yeah?" Dean sounded interested, still shaking the powder packet.

I nodded "Mordecai is a Tulpa. The symbol we found… the 't' was once used by Tibetan monks."

Sam emerged from the bathroom and Dean hastily swung around "Yes, I know what a Tulpa is. Hey, why don't you get dressed, I want to go grab something to eat." Dean entered the bathroom and closed the door. Sam watched for a moment and then turned to pick up his underwear.

"Are you going to watch?" he asked me amused.

I playfully leered at him "Why not?" I stood up, shook my head and walked out the door.

"There you go, people," the Server at the diner said as he held out the guys coffees.

"Thanks," Dean took the drinks and made his way to a table. I walked behind Sam and saw him try to adjust his pants with a wince. I smirked and rolled my eyes. Boys and their pranks.

"What's your problem?" I asked Sam, deliberately not looking at Dean.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"Right, so, ah, all right keep going. What about these Tulpa?" Dean changed the subject.

"Okay, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915. Group of monks visualised a golem in their head. They meditated so hard, they brought the thing to life. Out of thin air," Sam explained.

"So?"

I took over "That was 20 monks. Imagine what 10.000 web surfers could do. I mean, Craig starts the story about Mordecai, then it spread, goes online. Now there are countless people all believing in that thing."

"Now wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordecai, he's real?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"I don't know, maybe," Sam replied uncomfortable.

"People believe in Santa Claus – how come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?" Dean inquired.

"Because you're a bad person. And because of this…" Sam turned his laptop around, showing us a photo of one of the Hell House symbols.

"It's one of the symbols on the walls of the house. It is old Tibetan and basically means Tulpa. That's where the name came from," I cut in "I told you this three times already."

"It would explain why he keeps changing," Dean nodded.

Sam grimaced and tried adjusting himself again "Right, as the legend changes, people think different things, so Mordecai himself changes. Like a game of telephone. That would also explain why the rock salt didn't work."

"Yeah, because he's not a traditional spirit. So why don't we just… uhh… get this spirit sigil thing-y off the wall and off the website?"

"Not that simple. You see, once a Tulpa is created they take on a life of their own," I denied.

"Great," Dean sighed "So if he really is a thought form how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?"

Sam fidgeted some more and I really had to hold back the laughter "Well, it's not easy with these guys 'helping' us," Sam started.

"I have an idea. Come on!" Dean's face lit up.

"Where are we going?" Sam frowned in confusion.

I groaned "You want to go to these guys again?" Dean nodded and I groaned again "I'm going back to the motel. Call me, when you're going back to the house." With these words I stalked away.

At night, I met the boys at the house. They had already distracted the cops that were stationed before the house. We entered, guns or in my case knife drawn and quickly searched the place.

"I barely have any skin left on my palm," Dean snarked.

What the –? Probably another prank…

"I'm not touching that line with a ten foot pole," Sam answered. Dean pointed his flashlight at Sam's face until he winced and then moved into another room.

"So you think old Mordecai is home?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"I don't know," Sam muttered.

"Me either," a voice from behind us said. We spun around and pointed our weapons at the Idiots.

"WHOA! WHOA!" Ed held up his hands in surrender.

"What are you trying to do, get yourself killed?" Sam burst out.

"We're just trying to get a book and movie deal, okay?" Ed tried to justify.

I raised an eyebrow at them "And you're going to do that by getting yourself killed?"

From the basement came the sound of knives being sharpened. Sam, Dean and I were immediately on alert.

"Oh crap!" With that the two Idiots hid behind Sam and Dean "Ah guys, you want to… you want to open that door for us?"

Seriously? "Why don't you?" I mocked them, adjusting to stand in front of them. They might be idiots, but that didn't mean that I'd let them die if I could avoid it. Mordecai burst though the door holding an axe and screaming. Sam and Dean empty an entire gun chamber into the Tulpa that wavered slightly and then disappeared into mist. The boys waited a second and then took off to clear the other rooms are clear.

"Oh God. He's gone. He's gone," Ed muttered to himself, clinging onto me with one hand, while he held a camera in his other hand.

"Did you get him?" Harry asked, looking at the camera.

"Yeah, they got him," Ed muttered again.

"No, on camera, did you get him on camera?"

"Are you serious? You should be glad if you don't die," I spat at them, as they fumbled with the camera "And if you don't let go of me right now, you'll find yourself lacking one arm." Suddenly, Mordecai appeared and slammed his axe through the camera.

"Hey!" Dean shouts as he runs back into the room after all the screaming the Idiots did "Didn't you guys post that BS story we gave you?"

"Of course we did," Ed said indignantly.

"But then our server crashed," Harry continued as Sam came through the other doorway.

"So it didn't take?" Dean closed his eyes "So these, these guns don't work."

"Yeah," Ed nodded sheepishly.

"Great. Sam, Ray, any ideas?" Dean sighed.

"We're getting out of here." Harry said, pulling Ed along without another word. They ran past us and into the other room.

I looked at Sam and Dean and rolled my eyes in annoyance, when we heard another scream.

Sam ran to the Idiots, while Dean and I splashed kerosene everywhere "When in doubt, torch this sucker," I mumbled.

"Dean!" Sam gasped quietly.

"HEY!" Dean called, holding up a spray bottle and lit some gas "Go go go!"

Sam ran past us and Dean and I quickly followed. We grabbed Sam as he stopped, holding his throat.

"Mordecai can't leave the house, we can't kill him – We improvise." I struggled under Sam's weight.

Dean held up a lighter and throws it back into the room. The kerosene lit up and the room burst into flames.

"That's your solution? Burn the whole damn place to the ground?" Sam asked as we stood outside.

"Well, nobody will go in anymore. I mean, look, Mordecai can't haunt a house if there's no house to haunt. It's fast and dirty but it works."

"What if the legend changes again and Mordecai is allowed to leave the house?" Sam stated.

"Well – well then we'll just have to come back," Dean grinned sheepishly.

We watched the house burn "Actually, now that the house burned down, the symbol is gone. It only works when the symbol is active," I pointed out.

"Kinda makes you wonder. Of all the thing we hunted, how many existed just because people believed in them," Sam wondered. Not that many, surprisingly. I mean, half of the shit around is because of Eve and the other half just appeared over time.