Well, the usual. I don't SPN or any of its stars. I do own Athena and the idea. Here is the end of the hell house episode. What do you think? I'm probably going to write for Salvation next. Thanks to my reviewers! Your awesome! Reviews are welcome and appreciated!
Chapter Five(Part two):
That morning we walked into the into the music shop in our FBI usual. As the boys questioned the Craig kid and got his story on Mordechai Murdoch, I leaned against the counter and read his mind. "What are they doing here? It was just a joke,its meaningless." I cocked my head to the side. So. He was hiding something. I looked at the boys, who thanked Craig for his time, then we walked out of the door. "I think he's hiding something." I said as I stepped off of the curb and contemplated what he'd thought. It was just a joke? Meaningless? What was just a joke? "Why do you think he's hiding something?" Dean asked as we got into the Impala and he drove out onto the street.
I shrugged. "Just something with the way he was acting," I said, the lie rolling easily off of my tounge. "Okay, so if he's hiding something, what?" Dean asked, and drove back to the hotel. "Lets get changed and go out and investigate this cabin." He said as he drove back into the hotel parking lot.
~Carry On My Wayward Children~
Twenty minutes later we stood outside of the cabin with mud caking our boots. Dean pulled out his EMF reader, and the signal varied. I looked up and caught sight of the light pole. "I bet that thing still has a little juice in it." I said, and lifted my feet out of the mud that seemed to keep sucking my feet in. "Lets go investigate the house." I said and made my way to the wooden front door. I flung the door open, and saw out of the corner of my eye that both boys had their guns drawn over my shoulders. I took a step inside the ramshackle cabin and took in the signs painted on the walls.
Dean put his gun away and looked at the signs painted on the walls. "Looks like Old Man Murdoch was a bit of a tagger during his time." He laughed and was taking a closer look at some of the signs on the walls. I stood in the middle of the room, studying the cabin. "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 Fransisco until the sixties." Sam replied, looking at one sigil in particular.
"Exactly why you never get laid." Dean replied, pointing his finger towards Sam, then turning back to a sigil he was studying. "Where have I seen this before?" He asked himself as I came up next to him. I shrugged. "Never seen it before." I said, and quickly turned on my heel when I heard a noise come from the door down the hall. Sam and Dean quickly pulled out their guns, while I pulled out the dagger I kept in my boot. I didn't use guns often, it was usually only the shot guns that held the rock salt that I used.
I stayed behind Sam and kept my dagger in a poised position to cut somebody with it. Dean threw open the door to reveal the kitchen, and two nerdy looking guys with video camera's. Sam and Dean quickly put their guns away, and I shoved the dagger into my boot. "Who are you?" Dean demanded as he stepped farther into the kitchen. "Ed Zeddmore, and Harry Spangler." The one with the glasses lowered his camera. "Wait, the creators of ? " Sam asked. Dean walked over to the counter and leaned against it, while Sam leaned against the door jamb. I stood in the door way, arms crossed over my chest.
"So, you guys are ghost hunters?" I asked, giving a smile. Ed nodded. "Yeah, you know what this is?" He asked, and held up the EMF meter. "No," Dean said with a stupid expression on his face. "It's an EMF meter. It reads Electromagnetic Fields." Ed said, and Dean threw a Wow! look to Sam. "Yeah, and this one time we saw a ghost." Harry said excitedly. "Really?" Sam asked, trying to keep the smile off his face.
"Yeah, I mean, we really didn't see it. It knocked over a vase. Well, we heard it." Ed said. "Well, that's awesome. Sam? Ant? I think we should go, leave the professionals to it. " Dean said with a smile as he exited the kitchen and we followed suit. Once outside, I let out a laugh. "Oh, wow! Those guys!" I said as we got into the impala and left. We split up at the library where Sam went to do research, and I went with Dean to the police station, where we found nothing.
An hour later, we met up outside the library, and we found out we had the same findings. Nothing. "Well, there was a Martin Murdoch that lived there in the thirties, but he never killed anybody. And he had two kids. Both boys." Sam recited off of his notepad as we made our way to the car. When Dean got to his side, he stopped. "You know, maybe this isn't our thing." He said in a doubtful voice, tapping his key on the hood of the car. "Lets go back to the cabin to investigate tonight. Maybe your right," I said and went to open the back door when Dean got in, but Sam stopped me.
"Wait," He murmured as Dean turned on the car, and music started blaring, windshield wipers on, swiping the window back and forth, and the lights blinking. "What the hell?" Dean demanded in a yell as Sam and I got into the car, Sam laughing. "This was you?" Dean demanded as he looked at Sam as he licked the tip of his finger and marked the air. "One, you. One, me." He mouthed. I couldn't help it, I laughed, and received a glare from Dean. "You know about this?" He demanded, and I shook my head, laughing.
"That all you got," He asked Sam as he started up the car. "That's weak, man. Weak." Dean said with a shake of his head.
~Carry On My Wayward Children~
We stood in the cabin later that night, after figuring out Mordechai was just a Tupla, a thought form. We had fed the guys the of B.S. story of how to kill Mordechai, to post on their website. As Dean went in, I followed him, our backs to back. "Dude, I hardly have any skin left on my palm." Dean complained as he made his way into the kitchen. "Not touching that comment with a ten foot pole," I said as I swung my gun around, checking for Mordechai. What Dean was referring to was when Sam decided to get him back for putting itching powder in his underwear. Sam had super-glued his hand to his beer bottle.
"You think old Murdoch is home?" I asked right as I had an axe swung at my face. "Gah!" I yelled out as I shot through Mordecahi. I fell to the dusty wood floor and stared as Mordecahi defiantly did not die. "I thought the iron rounds were supposed to kill him!" I yelled as Dean put his arms under my armpits and pulled me up. "I thought those Hellhound douches posted that story!" Dean said as he went into the kitchen to see the Hellhound douches standing there in front of the basement door, camera's out.
"What are you doing here?" Dean roared at Ed and Harry. They stood shocked, and that's when we noticed the shaking basement door. "Get out of here. GO!" I yelled at Ed and Harry, and watched them scurry away. I heard them screaming, and the footsteps running in the other direction of the door. I ran out of the door, and found Mordechai cornering the two nerds.
"Hey ugly!" I yelled at Mordechai and dodged the first swing of his axe. I took ahold of his axe and was shoved back against the wall, axe at my throat. "Get out of here!" I choked out and watched the nerds scurry out. "Dean! Sammy!" I choked. Dean was suddenly there, holding a lighter in front of a spray paint can. Fire engulfed Mordechai as Dean told me to run. I grabbed the collar of his coat, and pulled him behind me, out of the house as Sam lit it on fire.
We all stood in the bushes watching the house burn. "What was that?" I asked as I turned to look at Dean. "Well, we had to kill him somehow. Yeah, the fire was quick and dirty, but it worked." Dean replied. "What about if the legend changes, and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?" Sam asked. "I guess we come back," I murmured, staring into the flames.