Interstate 35; Kat sat in the back of the Impala lazily watching the trees fly by at the speed of Dean's crazy driving. She observed him as he looked over to Sam; who was sleeping peacefully.
"Hey babe can you pass me that plastic spoon please" He whispered to her. She handed him the spoon she had used earlier to eat her yogurt.
"What are going to do with that?" She leaned over the front seats curiously. Dean placed the spoon in Sam's mouth. Kat burst out laughing. He then took out his phone and took a picture of Sam. He then leaned over next to Kat and took a snap of him and her. They both giggle like children and Dean turned up the music.
"A fire of unknown origin took my baby away!" They sang in unison at the top of their voices. Sam shot awake and sat up, spitting out the spoon. Dean drummed his hands on the steering wheel along with the music. Sam turned down the volume.
"Ha-ha, very funny" He looked over to Kat who quickly looked out of the window to hide her face from him; concealing the fact that she thought that was hilarious. Dean chuckled.
"Sorry. Not a lot of scenery here in east Texas, you kind of gotta make your own" He and Kat laughed.
"Man, we're not kids anymore, Dean. We're not gonna start that crap up again" Sam sighed.
"Start what up?" Dean acted innocent. Kat smirked at the thought; Dean Winchester innocent. Yeah right.
"That prank stuff, it's stupid, and it always escalates"
"Oh, what's the matter, Sammy, you afraid you're gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh?" Dean smiled.
"All right. Just remember, you started it" Sam shrugged.
"Oh, bring it on, Baldy" He used the rear view mirror to wink at Kat; Partners in crime.
"Where are we, anyway?" Sam questioned.
"Few hours outside of Richardson" Dean answered. "Give me the lowdown again" Sam picked up a piece of paper from the dashboard.
"All right, about a month or two ago, this group of kids goes pokin' around in this local haunted house"
"Haunted by what?" Dean's tone was sceptical.
"Apparently, a pretty misogynistic spirit. Legend goes, it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters" Kat had read that piece of paper about a million times on in the back of the car.
"Anyway, this group of kids see this dead girl hangin' in the cellar" Sam continued.
"Anybody ID the corpse?" Dean turned the radio off completely. Now he's interested.
"Well, that's the thing sweetie. By the time the cops got there, the body was gone"
"So, cops are sayin' the kids were just yankin' chains?" Dean finished Kat's sentence.
"Exactly" She nodded.
"Well, maybe the cops are right" Kat shrugged at his explanation.
"I don't know baby but it's worth checking out right?" He nodded at her using the mirror; she sat back in her seat.
"I read a couple of the kids' firsthand accounts. They seem pretty sincere" Sam announced to them.
"Where did you read these accounts Sammy?" Kat was the one he told about the incident because he knew Dean would dismiss it completely but he had not told her about the accounts.
" ... Well, I knew we were gonna be passing through Texas. So, uh, last night I searched some local….paranormal websites" Dean rolled his eyes and Kat hit him round the head.
"Go on Sam ignore your brother" Sam smiled at her and then smirked at Dean before finishing.
"Hell Hound's Lair dot com" Even Kat was beginning to feel a little reluctant herself.
"Let me guess, streaming live out of Mom's basement" Sam laughed at Dean's comment.
"Yeah, probably" He agreed.
"Yeah, most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the ..."
"Dean!" Kat interrupted. "Maybe there is something to this alright just let him finish" She knew that working on this case would take the boys mind of off their dad. She nodded to Sam to indicate he should go on telling them what he found.
"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, in the meantime, we've got to find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm checkin' this thing out" That was the outburst Kat was trying to avoid but she knew Sam really wanted in on the hunt for Jesses killer. So did she but when it came down to a choice of continuing her quest for revenge or teaming up with the Winchesters on their quest; it was an easy choice. She was tired of being on her own.
"All right. So, where do we find these kids?" Dean abruptly changed the subject from John.
"Same place you always find kids in a town like this" Kat smirked.
After interviewing every teenager they could find in the Rodeo drive-in the gang compared notes.
"Right so we are looking for and I quote "the scariest thing ever that lives in a house with black walls that are covered in blood that much the walls look red and painted on the walls are: freaky symbols, crosses and stars, pentagons and Pentecostals" Sarcasm dripped from Kat's words like poison. "Oh no wait it gets better; the girl hanging from the rafters had "black-Blond-Red hair and she was kicking ... without even moving amazing this is going to be a cake walk" She sighed.
"Are you finished?" Sam questioned. Defeat in his tone.
"Oh no there's more "She was kinda hot in a dead sort of way" Kat scrunched up the paper in her hand and threw it into the trash can across the room. It went in. Dean stood up.
"Look I agree with Kat everything those morons told us is useless apart from one thing: Craig"
They did a little snooping around and discovered that Craig worked at the local record store. They decided to pay him a visit.
"Gentlemen and hottie, can I help you with anything?" Craig was shuffling some old records attempting to make it look like he was working.
"Yeah you can help me by never calling me that again" Kat smiled sweetly with a hint of threat in her voice.
"Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?" Sam interrupted.
"I am"
"Well, we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean, this is Sam and this is our superior Katherine"
"No way. Yeah, I'm a writer, too. I write for my school's lit magazine"
"Oh, good for you, Morrison" Kat smirked at Dean's remark.
"We're doing an article on local hunting's, and rumours' I hear you might know about one" Kat's British accent held a tone of authority; it would have been very easy to believe she was their boss.
"You mean the Hell House?"
"That's the one" She smiled.
"I didn't think there was anything to the story" Craig shrugged.
"Why don't you tell us the story?" How could any teenage boy say no to Kat?
"Well, supposedly, back in the thirties, this farmer, Mordechai Murdoch, used to live in the house with his six daughters. It was during the Depression. His crops were failing. He didn't have enough money to even feed his own children. So, I guess that's when he went off the deep end"
"How?" Sam questioned.
"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 them up, one after another. And then, when he was all finished, he turned around and hung himself. Now, they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringin' up any other girl who goes inside" Dean looked over to Kat. She knew what was coming; "There's no way in hell you're going in that house sweetheart!" We'll see about that.
"And the source of this information would be?" Kat had to ask because she could not stand another visit to a bunch of drunken morons.
"My cousin, Dana, told me. I don't know where she heard it from. You've gotta realize I didn't believe this for a second"
"But now you do?" Sam and Kat exchanged a glance.
"I don't know what the hell to think, man. Guys, 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?"
"Thanks for your time sir" Kat lead the boys out of the shop.
Kat woke up the next morning to find empty beds and an empty room. She decided to do some research into the case but as soon as she heard the key turning in the lock she dived back into bed and closed her eyes. She heard a lot of shushing and then felt Dean get into their bed. He placed his arm around her as he had done the previous night. She let him settle and then announced;
"You went without me didn't you?" Kat questioned furiously but did not raise her voice. Dean jumped he thought she was asleep.
"Kat you heard what that dude said he strings up girls; I'm not letting you go in there" Dean out of the bed.
"I don't like being cut out of the loop Dean; I thought we were a team. I am capable of looking after myself" She got up from the bed and slammed down into one of the plastic chairs in the corner of their current motel room.
"We are a team and what kind of a team mate would I be if I let you go in there and get yourself killed huh?" Kat ignored his comment and turned to Sam.
"You didn't miss much action Kat" Sam smiled at her from across the table.
"What did you find?" She smiled back. Sam was too cute not to smile back.
"Symbols lots and lots of them, reversed cross, sigil of sulphur"
"Wait the sigil of sulphur?" Kat looked over to Dean for conformation.
"The cross fair enough but that sigil didn't show up in San Francisco until the sixties" Dean looked at her strangely.
"What?"
"Nothing you're just amazing sometimes"
"Thanks" She meant it but you would have never have guessed by the flatness of her tone.
"Hey, what about this one? You seen this one before?" Sam showed her a picture of the symbol on his phone. It looked like a cross but instead of going into a straight line on the bottom it curved into something that resembled a sickle.
"I have. Somewhere" Kat pondered thoughtfully.
"Yeah me too I just can't remember" Dean and her sat in silence for a few minutes; cogs turning.
"It's paint. Seemed pretty fresh too" Sam took the phone from Kat.
"And that's not all, we meet these two geeks who claim to be professional paranormal investigators" Dean stood up and handed her a little white card.
"Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spangler. Hell Hound's Lair dot com" Kat read out loud laughing at the thought.
"They were "trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation"" Dean laughed.
"So now what?" Sam asked Kat.
"Well while you guys were having all the fun I did some research"
"What did you find sweetie?"
"Well, I couldn't find a Mordechai, but I did turn up a Martin Murdoch who lived in that house in the thirties. He did have children, but only two of them; both boys. And there was no record he ever killed anybody"
"Huh" Was there only response.
"What about you guys?"
"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 ... We did our digging; this one's a bust, all right? For all we know, those Hell Hound boys made up the whole thing" Dean looked over to Sam.
"Yeah, all right" He sounded reluctant but he knew that they had not found any substantial evidence of it being there kind of case.
"So, I say we find ourselves a bar and some beers, and leave the legend to the locals" Dean stood up and waved his wallet.
"I'm in, just let me put some close on first" She went into the bathroom and got changed. Simple black strappy top, black jeans and converse black of course, topped off with an Aerosmith ACDC hoodie. Beautiful. She came out of the bathroom applying her red lip balm. They headed out into the parking lot. Kat was about to get into the car but Sam grabbed her arm. He shook his head at her. Dean got into the car and started the engine. Fast-paced music blasted from the speakers and the windshield wipers started to move back and forth causing Dean to jump. He rushed to turn everything off. Sam got into the car, laughing. Kat sighed and got into the back seat.
"You're like children, you know that right?" She told them as she examined her blood red nails.
"What the ...?" Sam licked his finger and drew a number one in the air, he then pointed to himself and mouthed, "Me"
"That's all you got? That's weak. That is Bush-league" Sam continued to laugh as they drove away.
The next morning Kat was woken by Sam slamming the door to their motel. Well actually that's what she wanted Dean to think she was actually pretending to be asleep so that she could enjoy Dean occasionally stroking her hair or kissing her forehead.
"Guys" Kat turned in the bed to face him. Dean had been awake for about half an hour and had been lying with Kat. Just being with her was enough ... for now.
"What's up Sam?" He removed his arm from around her so that she could sit up.
"I went out to get us breakfast and I saw ambulances and a load of cop cars so I followed and they were heading to the hell house"
"What happened?" Dean questioned.
"Cops say that a young girl hung herself in the house"
"Suicide?" Kat stretched and picked up her glasses from the side table.
"Yeah. Straight-A student, with a full ride to UT. What do you think?" Sam looked from Dean to Kat.
"I think maybe we missed something" Kat got up out of bed. She went into the bathroom.
Dean got out of bed, picked up the keys to the Impala and ran out the door. Sam went outside.
"She's not going to fall for this again" He leaned against the door frame.
"She's not goin' in that house Sam" Dean opened the boot of the car; Sam saw him pull something out and put in into the pocket of his jogging bottoms; he decided not to get involved and besides he called him Sam so it must have been serious.
"What are you doing Dean?" Sam questioned him as he returned to the room.
Kat came out of the bathroom; dressed and ready to go. Dean stood by the radiator.
"You cold sweetie?" Kat walked over to him. A cold, shirtless Dean who wouldn't? He opened his arms and she willingly stepped into them. Before she knew what was happening she was handcuffed to the radiator.
"Bitch!" she struggled against the cuffs.
"This is for your own good Kat" He placed his hands on her hips.
"Get off of me!" He pressed himself against her to stop her from moving. He then continued to search her; removing all her concealed weapons and anything she could use to get out of the cuffs.
"I can't believe you'd do this to me ... you know how I feel about being treated like a child" Kat watched as he placed the things he had taken from her into the bedside cabinet.
"I'm doing this because I ..." Love you "I don't want you to get hurt ok!"
"Sam?" Kat pleaded with him.
"Sorry Kat but I'd do the same if it were Jess" He smiled weakly as he opened the front door.
"Kat I'm sorry but it's for your own good" Dean kissed her forehead; she turned her head away from him and slid down onto the floor. She struggled and struggled but it was no use the cuffs were made of solid silver. She huffed in defeat she would never have thought that she would be this angry about Dean Winchester putting her in handcuffs but then again she was thinking more along the lines of a king sized bed rather than a radiator on a freezing cold laminate floor. How would she explain this if the cleaners came in?
After about an hour Sam and Dean returned from the Hell house. They entered the room; Sam instantly sat down in the corner and got out his laptop. Dean came over to Kat; he knelt down and took the keys out of his pocket. He unlocked the cuffs and helped her to her feat. She rubbed her wrists looked up at Dean and punched him in the face.
"Ok I deserved that" He turned to follow her but instead of storming out the door she slammed herself down on the bed.
"Sam what happened?" She continued to rub her wrists the cuffs had irritated her.
"Mordechai is immune to rock slat"
"So he attacked you?" Kat questioned.
"Yeah" Sam knew where she was going with this.
"Yeah and the last time I checked you're not a girl. So maybe next time I'll handcuff you to the radiator" She turned to Dean.
"Ok I'm sorry but I was trying to protect you" He was rubbing his jaw.
"I know that's why I didn't hit you that hard" Her tone was cold and sounded uninterested.
"Well if that's you being nice I don't wanna know what it feels like when you're angry"
"The legend also says he hung himself, but you see those slit wrists?" Sam directed his question at Dean.
"Yeah" Dean grabbed a piece of paper and began to scribble.
"What's up with that? And the axe, too. I mean, ghosts are usually pretty strict, right? Following the same patterns over and over?" Sam looked over to Kat.
"But his mood keeps changing?" Kat continued to rub and scratch her wrists.
"Exactly" He began to type on his laptop. "I'm tellin' you, the way the story goes ... wait a minute"
"What?" Kat and Dean said in unison.
"Someone added a new post into the Hell Hounds' site. Listen to this. They say Mordechai Murdoch 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 the hell is this going?" Sam shut the lid.
"Well one good thing has come out of being handcuffed and abandoned" Kat stood up and walked over to Dean.
"What's that?" Dean looked up at he, she took the paper out of his hand and held it up to Sam. On it was the symbol that they had been attempting to recall the origins of earlier.
"I think I might have just figured out where it all started" She smiled at the boys and picked up the car keys from the table. The boys exchanged a curious glance and followed her out into the parking lot.
Kat drove the boys to the record store. She pushed open the door and walked to the cash register where Craig sat; guilty as sin.
"Hey, sweetie. Remember us?" She smiled.
"Guys, I'm really not in the mood to answer any more of your questions, okay?" He turned to walk away.
"Oh, don't worry, we're just here to buy an album, that's all" She walked over to the racks and began to look through the records.
"Ah here it is. You know, I couldn't figure out what that symbol was, and then I realized, it doesn't mean anything. It's a logo for Blue Oyster Cult" Craig turned to face them, looking guilty. "So, tell me sweetie are you into BOC? Or just scaring the hell out of people?" She handed the album to Craig, he flipped it over and there was the symbol. "So, why don't you tell us about that house without lying through your teeth this time" Sam and Dean exchanged an impressed look.
"All right, um, my cousin, Dana, was on break from TCU, and I guess we were just bored, lookin' for something to do, so I showed her this abandoned dump I found. We thought it'd be funny if we made it look like it was haunted. So, we painted symbols on the walls, some from some albums, and some from some of Dana's theology textbooks. And then we found out this guy Murdoch 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 its own. I mean, I thought it was funny at first, but….now that girl's dead" He started to cry. "It was just a joke, you know, I mean, none of it was real, we made the whole thing up, I swear" He wiped his tears.
"All right" She turned and walked out of the store followed by Sam and Dean.
"If none of it was real, then how the hell do you explain Mordechai?" Dean got into the passenger seat of the Impala.
Back in the motel room Kat and Dean sat in silence while Sam was in the shower.
"I'm sorry ... about before" Dean attempting an apology was a rare and hilarious sight.
"You mean for handcuffing me to the radiator?" She sat on the window ledge staring out at the empty car park.
" ... Yes" He sounded sincere in his apology but Kat knew he's do it again.
"Dean after everything I told you, you know how I feel about being treated differently because I'm a woman and a hunter" He knew, he remembered that night in the parking lot of the bar; their first row.
"If I would have asked you to stay here would you?" He turned to her.
" ... No" She continued to look out of the window.
"No I didn't think so" He smiled at her.
"I'm sorry for punching you in the face ... do you forgive me?" She turned and held open her arms. He held up his hand to indicate to her he would be there in a minute. He then took out a packet of something and moved over to Sam's clothes that were lying on the bed.
"What is that?" Kat questioned.
"Yes your forgiven" He walked over to her and placed his arms around her waist. She placed her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of her forehead. She pulled back to look into his eyes.
"Dean"
"Yeah"
"I -" Sam opened the bathroom door. Dean removed his arms from around her and moved back onto the bed. Sam was wearing nothing but a towel. Kat had no romantic feelings for Sam but she couldn't help but admire his body. It was smoking hot but nowhere near as hot as Dean's.
"Sammy I was just about to tell Dean that I think I may have a theory about what's going on in the Hell house"
"Oh, yeah?" Dean watched as Sam walked over to his clothes.
"Yeah. What if Mordechai is a tulpa?" She slid off of the window ledge.
"A tulpa?"
"Yeah, a Tibetan thought form" Sam began to sit down to listen to what Kat had to say but Dean interrupted.
"Hey, why don't you get dressed? We'll go grab somethin' to eat and talk about it then" He smiled; Sam walked over to the bed and grabbed his clothes taking them into the bathroom.
In the restaurant Dean and Sam got their food and joined Kat at the table. Sam shifted uncomfortably and attempted to scratch himself. Dean smirked and Kat realised what he had done.
"Hey, what's your problem?" Dean teased.
"Nothing. I'm fine" Sam insisted.
"Yeah?" Dean asked again.
"Yeah" Sam nodded towards Kat.
"All right, so, keep goin', what about these tulpa's?" Dean raised his eyebrow at Kat. She sighed, don't get involved.
"Okay, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915. A group of monks visualized a golem in their heads. They meditate on it so hard, they bring the thing to life out of thin air" Kat had a look on her face that translated into 'how awesome is that'
"So?" Was Dean's reply. Kat's face dropped.
"That was twenty monks. Imagine what ten thousand web surfers could do. I mean, Craig starts a story about Mordechai, and it spreads, goes online. Now there are countless people all believing in the bitch" She took a sip of her cold drink.
"Okay sweetie, wait a second. You're trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?" Dean took a bite of his burger. Sam shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
"I don't know, maybe" Kat stole one of Dean's fries.
"People believe in Santa Claus. How come I'm not gettin' hooked up every Christmas?"
"'Cause you're a bad person" Sam entered the conversation. Kat began to type on her laptop.
"If I would have said that to him you'd hit me" Dean pointed at Sam like a child who always gets told off bullying his younger sibling.
"I can't hit Sam but I can hit you" She smiled. That confused Dean; what did she mean by that? "And check this" She turned the computer towards the boys. On the monitor is a picture of another symbol that Sam had taken a picture of from the wall of the house. It resembled an Egyptian hieroglyphic. "That is a Tibetan spirit sigil on the wall of the house. Craig said they were painting symbols from a theology textbook. I bet you they painted this not even knowing what it was" Kat took another of his fries.
"So what, that sigil has been used for centuries concentrating meditative thoughts like a magnifying glass?"
"Correct Sammy" Kat smiled at him.
"So, people are on the Hell Hounds' website, starin' at the symbol, thinkin' about Mordechai" Dean started ...
"And bam one tulpa comes to life" Kat finished.
"It would explain why he keeps changin'" Dean nodded finally convinced about her theory.
"Right. As the legend changes, people think different things, so Mordechai himself changes, that would also explain why the rock salt didn't work" She smiled, she loved a puzzled and this one had just been solved.
"Yeah, 'cause he's not a traditional spirit, per say" Dean looked over to Sam who continued to scratch himself.
"Yeah" Sam added.
"Okay, so, uh, why don't we just get this spirit sigil thingy off the wall and off the website?" Dean continued to drink his coffee.
"Well, it's not that simple. You see, once tulpa's are created, they take on a life of their own" Kat was typing something on her laptop as she spoke.
"Great. All right, so, if he really is a thought form, how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?" Dean made it sound impossible. Impossible was their kind of gig.
"Well, it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us. Check out their homepage" Kat showed the boys a video on the Hell Hound website showing the events from the previous night at the house. "Since they posted the video, the number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone" Kat sighed and shut her laptop. They sat in silence for a few minutes eating, drinking and thinking. Throw in sleeping and you basically got a day in the life of their little team.
"Huh. I got an idea. Come on" Dean stood up, Sam and Kat exchanged inquisitive expressions and gathered there things.
"Where are we going Dean?" Kat called after him.
"I gotta find a copy store" He waited for them by the exit.
"Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or somethin'" Dean laughed. "You did this?" Dean laughed again. "You're a friggin' jerk"
"Oh, yeah!" Sam put's his bag over his shoulder and leaves the restaurant. Kat raises her eyebrow at Dean, he stopped laughing.
"What?" She continues to look at him. "What?" She shakes her head and walks out after Sam. "Come on babe that was funny"
Dean drove them to a trailer park not too far from the restaurant. Finding the address of the so called 'Ghost Hunters' was easy, well how could you miss two guys claiming to be paranormal investigators. Dean knocked on the door of their trailer.
"Who is it?" A voice from inside called.
"Come on out here, guys, we hear you in there" Dean shouted to them. When they opened the door Kat laughed. She knew they had never seen a real ghost in their life but she didn't expect them to look the way they did. "Oh, look at that. Action figures in their original packaging. What a shocker" Dean raised his eyebrow too Kat who continued to giggle.
"I don't believe we've meet you miss ...?" The smaller one held out his had to her.
"Elkins, Kat Elkins" She shook it.
"I'm Harry Spangler and this is ..." The taller one with glasses pushed Harry out of the way and took Kat's hand.
"I'm Ed, Ed Zeddmore"
"Right well it's very nice to meet you" Kat forcefully pulled her hand away from him but with a beautiful and friendly smile on her face. She figured they were used to girls being stronger than them anyway. Jealousy and anger rose in Dean; he knew that guys like that wouldn't stand a chance with Kat but still the thought of her being with somebody else, seeing someone else touching her. He really didn't like that.
"Guys, we need to talk" Sam broke the silence.
"Yeah, um, sorry, guys. We're, uh we're a little bit busy right now" Ed wasn't interested.
"Okay, well, we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website" Ed laughed at Kat's comment but stopped abruptly at the raise of her eyebrow.
"Miss with all due respect, these guys got us busted last night, we spend the night in a holding cell" Ed explained.
"I had to pee in that cell urinal in front of people. And I get stage fright" Harry added from behind him.
"Why should we trust you guys?" Ed questioned Kat.
"Look, guys, my colleges here they told all about what you guys saw last night, what's in the house. But now, thanks to your website, there are thousands of people hearing about Mordechai" Kat explained in a tone that held a hint of authority and a lot of flirting.
"That's right, which means people are gonna keep showin' up at the Hell House, runnin' into him in person, somebody could get hurt" Dean's words caused them to stop and think.
"Yeah" Ed answered like a child being caught red handed by his father.
"Ed, maybe he's got a point" Harry added. Kat and Dean smiled.
"No, no" Ed smiled back at her.
"Nope" Harry added; both looking as smug as the other but not the sexy kind of smug Dean could get away with the sort of smug you want to punch people in the face for.
"Okay, we have an obligation to our fans, to the truth" Ed made it sound like they had actually made a valid contribution to society.
"Well, I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now -" Kat stepped in front of Dean, placing her hands on his chest.
"Dean, Dean, hey, hey. Forget it, all right? These guys ... I could probably bitch-slap them both. I could probably even tell them that thing about Mordechai" Ed and Harry exchanged interested glances to one another before returning to Kat. "But they're still not gonna help us. So, let's just go" She took his hand and tugged on his arm.
"Yeah, you're right" Dean followed her with Sam on his heels. Ed and Harry call after them.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What did you say about? Hold on a second here" Ed chased after them.
"Wait, wait. Yeah, what thing about Mordechai, you guys?" Kat looked over to Sam.
"Don't bother telling them Sammy" She turned away from them to continue walking.
"But Kat if they agree to shut their website down" Kat stopped and turned to face Sam still holding Dean's hand.
"They're not gonna do it. You said so yourself" Dean told him as the gang continued walking in the direction of the impala.
"No, wait, wait. Don't listen to him, okay? We'll do it" They stopped walking and turned to face the pair. "We'll do it"
"It's a secret, Sam" Dean told him.
"Look, it is a pretty big deal, all right? And it wasn't easy to dig up. So, only if we have your word that you'll shut everything down" Sam told them like a school teacher.
"Totally" Ed remarked.
"All right" San turned to Kat holding his hand out. Kat pulled a piece of paper out of her back pocket. She reluctantly handed it to the boys. "It's a death certificate from the thirties. We got it at the library. Now, according to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound"
"That's right, he didn't hang or cut himself" Dean added.
"He shot himself?" Harry questioned.
"Yup. With a 45 pistol. To this day, they say he's terrified of 'em" Sam answered.
" Yeah, as a matter of fact, they say if you shoot him with a 45, loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds, you could kill the son of a bitch" Kat spoke, Ed and Harry smiled. Harry ran back to the trailer and Ed walked behind him.
Back in the restaurant the gang were eating at a booth. On the wall next to them, mounted on a piece of wood, was a painted wooden fisherman holding a fish in his hands. Dean pulled the string under the piece of wood, and the fisherman began to laugh. Sam pulled the string to stop the sound.
"If you pull that string one more time, I'm gonna kill you" Dean pulled the string again, Sam stopped the laughing again. Dean laughed. Kat sat in silence watching the scene unfold.
"Come on, man. You need more laughter in your life, you know, you're way too tense" Sam took a sip of his beer completely ignoring Dean's comment. "They post it yet Kat?"
"We have learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdoch has a fatal fear of firearms." Kat read aloud for the boys.
"All right. How long do we wait?" Kat closed her laptop and turned to answer Dean's question.
"Long enough for the new story to spread and the legend to change. I figure by nightfall, iron rounds will work on the sucker" Kat smiled, Sam held up his beer bottle.
"Sweet" Dean tapped his bottle against Sam's and took a drink. Sam smirked. When Dean attempted to put the bottle down it was stuck to his hand. Sam laughed. "You didn't" It was more of a threat than a question. Sam held up a bottle of superglue. Kat had to stop herself from laughing to hold her drink in her mouth.
"Oh, I did" Dean looked shocked. Sam pulled the string and the wooden fisherman began to laugh.
"I feel like I'm in an episode of Scooby Doo" Kat stated as they entered the Hell House. Guns and flashlights at the ready.
"I barely have any skin left on my palm" Dean was still whining about Sam's earlier prank.
"I'm not touchin' that line with a ten-foot pole" Dean shone his flashlight in Sam's face.
"Guys this is no time to be at each other's throats ok? Can we just focus on this job and abuse each other later please?" Kat sighed like a mother on a shopping trip with a pair of misbehaving toddlers. "Fine" Sam agreed.
"Yeah ok whatever" Dean opened a door and they move into another room.
"Guys, you think old Mordechai's home?" Kat gestured to a door which appeared to be leading into the caller.
"I don't know" Sam moved closer to observe the door.
"Me neither" Came a strange voice. The gang turned and aim their guns. Ed and Harry jumped and screamed.
"Whoa, whoa! Hey!"
"What are you trying to do, get yourself killed?" Kat scolded them without raising her voice; she didn't want Mordechai to turn up right now.
"We're just tryin' to get a book and movie deal, okay?"
"Ed shush" Kat held up her hand and gestured over to the corner of the room. She could hear the sound of sharpening knives coming from behind the door.
"Oh, crap. Uh, guys, you wanna go open that door for us?" Ed asked Dean.
"Why don't you?" Dean gestured to the door in a ladies first sort of way. A moment later, Mordechai burst through the door. Kat and Sam shoot him several times, and he dissolved into a cloud of smoke. Kat held up her hand to Sam for a high five. He returned her gesture and they smiled at one another.
"Oh, he's gone. He's gone" Ed was dumbfounded.
"Did you get him?" Harry asked.
"Oh, yeah, they got him" Ed sounded impressed.
"No, on camera, did you get him on camera?" Harry asked as Ed examined the camera in his hand.
"Uh, I…." Harry grabbed the camera from Ed but Mordechai appeared and destroyed the camera with his axe. Harry fell to the floor, and Mordechai disappeared again.
"Hey. Didn't you guys post that BS story we gave you?" Dean asked as Sam helped Harry to his feet.
"Of course we did" Ed shouted at him.
"Yeah, but then our server crashed" Harry reminded Ed.
"Yeah" Ed turned back to Dean looking a little nervous.
"So, it didn't take?" Kat asked as she kept her gun at the ready.
"Uh…."
"That's a no then boys" Kat sighed. So, these guns don't work" She placed her gun back into her jeans.
"Yeah" Dean rubbed his forehead.
"Great. Sam, any ideas?" Sam looked annoyed.
"We are getting out of here" Harry stated; clearly the alpha male in the relationship.
"Yeah" Ed agreed but couldn't move from the spot.
"Come on, Ed" Harry grabbed him and they turned to leave.
"So now what?" Dean asked Kat and Sam.
"You know If I've learned anything from becoming a hunter it's that when all else fails ... torch the sucker" Kat smirked; Sam and Dean nodded at one another. Unfortunately for them they were distracted by the screams of Ed and Harry.
"The power of Christ compels you. The power of Christ compels you!" The Sam ran into the room where they were being backed into a corner by Mordechai.
"Hey! Come and get it, you ugly son of a bitch" Mordechai swung at Sam, but he ducked and the axe hit the wall. Again, Mordechai swung. This time, he pinned Sam against the wall with his axe and begins to choke him.
"Get out of here! Now!" Kat screamed at the two boys as she entered the room.
"Run!" Ed suggested to Harry.
"Yeah, we're outta here" He and Ed ran.
"Hey!" Kat shouted at Mordechai. She held an aerosol can over a lighter, and it burst into flames. Mordechai let go of Sam and he fell to the floor.
"Go, go, go! Come on" She helped Sam up. "Look, if Mordechai can't leave the house, and we can't kill him, we improvise" She lit the lighter Dean had given her a few moments ago and threw it on the floor. NO way was she throwing her Aerosmith lighter away. The room bursts into flames. She and Sam left the house followed by Mordechai but he stopped at the front door. Dean came out of the window and joined them behind the nearby trees.
"That's the solution? Burn the whole damn place to the ground?" Sam didn't sound too impressed with Kat's idea.
"Well, no one 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" Kat tied her hair into a messy bun as she sat cross legged on the floor. Dean was too busy thinking about Kat's "fast and dirty" sentence.
"But, what if the legend changes again, and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?" Sam looked over to Dean. He shook his head removing all impure thoughts of him and Kat.
" ... Well, then, we'll just have to come back" They sat in silence for a moment.
"Kind of makes you wonder; of all the things we've hunted, how many existed just 'cause people believed in 'em?" Sam's question made them all thoughtful as they watched the house go up in flames.
They returned to the trailer park to wait for Ed and Harry.
"Gentlemen and lady" Ed greeted them.
"Hey, guys" They start walking together.
"Should we tell 'em?" Harry asked Ed excitedly.
"Oh, you might as well, you know they're just gonna read about it in the trades" Ed was carrying a box of random objects to the car.
"So, this morning, we got a phone call from a very important Hollywood producer"
"Oh, yeah? Wrong number?" Dean joked.
"No, smartass. 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.
"Role-playing game" Harry answered.
"Right" Dean still looked confused.
"It's a little lingo for ya. Any who, uh, excuse us, we're off to La-La Land and don't worry miss we will definitely include you" He smiled her and laughed nervously.
"Well, congratulations, guys, that sounds really great thank you" Kat smiled at them.
"Yeah, that's awesome. Best of luck to ya" Dean added.
"Oh, yeah, luck, it's got nothin' to do with it. It's about talent, you know? Sheer, unabashed, talent" He gave them a peace sign. "Later" He and Harry got into their car, which had their trailer attached to it. "See you around" They drove away. The gang started to laugh as they walked back to their car.
"Wow" Dean was shocked. "A movie contract? I wonder who they'll get to play you."
"Actually ... guys I have a confession to make" Kat giggled.
"What's that baby?" Dean linked arms with her.
"I was the one who called them and told them I was a producer" They continued to laugh.
"Well, I'm the one who put the dead fish in their backseat" Dean added. They laughed again; laughing wasn't something that they usually got to do in their line of work.
"Truce?" Sam looked over to Dean.
"Yeah, truce. At least for the next hundred miles" He grinned and Sam sighed.
"Oh that's what I like to see, group hug" Kat opened her arms and the boys stopped in. A clicking noise came from the middle of the hug. Kat stepped back leaving the boys handcuffed to one another. "Now I hope this will teach you to play nice" She took the keys to the Impala from Dean's pocket and got in. "Come on boys, we got work to do chop, chop!"