Successful Pranks

"Once Tulpa's are created, they take a like if they're own." Sam explained over coffee at the local town's diner.

"Isn't that wonderful." I said as sarcastic as could be, taking a long sip of my drink.

"So if he really is a thought form, how the hell as we supposed to kill an idea?" Dean adjusted himself again, same as Sam.

Sammy scratched his leg, making faces as he shifted around in his seat. "Well it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us." He said. "Check out they're home page." He showed us video's the dorks had taken with they're camera before getting arrested. "Since they've posted the video their number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone." I let out a low whistle at the surprisingly high number.

"I got an idea. Come on." Dean said, quickly standing.

"And what is the bright plan that includes leaving our table?" I asked, glancing up.

"We gotta find a copy store." Dean insisted, standing up, pulling at the knees of his pants.

Sam started stuffing him computer back into its case. "I think I'm allergic to our soap or something." I giggled as Dean burst out laughing. Sam got the message. "You did this?" He demanded, glaring at Dean. "You're a jerk!"

"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I think I'm the one allergic to our soap." Dean said, making a face as he tried adjusting his pants again.

I laughed. "No actually, that was me." Then I ran off to the car while he screamed my name. Served him right, turning my hair green and all.

At the local trailer park, Ed and Harry were sitting in their chairs in the center of all they're electrical equipment. "Forget it!" Harry protested loudly. "I'm not going back in there again." Talking about the hell house and what they witnessed, sure as hell it had been a ghost.

"Harry, look at me, you're a ghost hunter." Ed said, wanting to see the house again but to scare to go in it alone.

"I know," Harry agree. "But I've never seen a deal ghost before, like a real ghost...an apparition!"

Ed tapped they're computer keyboard where they had uploaded the images, cutting out those humans they met of course. "This stuff here, this is our ticket to the big time right here." He said firmly, leaning back in his chair playing with a toothpick. "Fame, money, sex. With girls. WWBD. What would Buffy do?"

"What would Buffy do?" Harry repeated in a whisper. "But Ed, she's stronger than me." There was a sudden pounding of a knock on they're front door. Harry jumped violently.

Outside the trailer, "How long does it take to open a door in a trailer?" I demanded, crossing my arms under my chest.

Dean knocked again. "Come on guys, we hear you in there." And it was true, we could hear them moving around and small crashed as something fell. The boys finally opened the door to stick they're heads out. "Would you look at that?" Dean smirked. "Action figures in their original packaging, what a shock.

"Guys, we need to talk." Sam said quickly.

"Sorry but we're a...little busy right now." Ed said.

I put a hand on the door to stop them from closing it in our faces. "Good, we won't take long."

"We need you to shut down your website." Dean told the dorks in the trailer.

The dorks shared a look and burst out laughing. I rolled my eyes. "You know, these guys got us busted last night, spent the night in a holding cell," please, I've been there. It wasn't to bad, at least I always had three meals a day even if it wasn't exactly the best tasting.

"I had to per in the cell urinal." Harry whined. "In front of people, and I get stage fright."

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe you should have just held up a blanket to cover yourself." That's what I would do.

The dorks shared another look while stuttering. Apparently they hadn't even considered that options. So Ed tried to make himself appear tough. "Why would we trust you?" Ooooh, real scary, I thought sarcastically.

"We all know what we saw last night, what's in that house." Sam started the plan we had come up with on the way over. We knew the dork squad would never go along with it so we decided to trick them instead. "But now thanks to your website, there are thousands of people hearing abut Mordechai."

"That's right." Dean agreed. "Which means people are gonna keep showing up at the hell house and running into him in person."

"That means someone is gonna end up getting hurt, or worse." I said ominously.

Ed rolled his eyes but Harry seemed worried. "Ed, maybe they have a point, maybe..."

He stopped when Ed said a firm, "Nope."

"No." Harry agree not a second later.

"Dorks." I muttered to Dean who nodded in agreement.

"We have an obligation to our fans, to the truth." Ed said all important like. Meaning it was okay people were getting hurt, as long as they got they're publicity fame.

Dean forced a wide smile onto his face and said, "Well I have an obligation to kick both hour little asses right now."

I cracked my knuckles. "And I'll be just fine with helping you out, big brother."

"Guys, just forget it." Sam said, playing his sympathy card combined with his puppy dog eyes to a T. "These guys," he stopped to sigh loudly. "We could probably bitch slap them both, I could probably even tell them that thing about Mordechai but they're still not gonna help us." He paused for dramatic effect. "Let's just go." Ed and Harry started to stutter, looking far too curious with a look that said they 'needed to know' whatever it was we were apparently keeping from them.

"Alright, maybe we could grab some candy back to the motel." I suggested as we started walking away.

"Hang on a second." Harry protested as the dorks followed after us, trailing behind like little puppies. "What thing about Mordechai?"

"Let's not tell them." Dean said as we stopped.

"But if they agree to shut the website down," Sam tried to bribe.

"I thought we already agreed that they would never go for it." I said with a he at sigh.

"No, we'll do it, we'll do it." Ed said quickly, as if his whole life rode on getting this information we made up from us.

"But it's a secret." Dean protested.

"Only we managed to find out the truth of what happened to him though." I argued. "What's the harm in a few more people knowing the truth?"

Sam turned to Ed and Harry. "Look, it is a really big deal." He told them, wasting time so the boys curiosity would slowly drive them mad. "And it wasn't easy to dig up." How much easier could it be making the whole thing up. "So only if we have your word that you'll shut everything down." They quickly agreed.

I shrugged, "I guess we should just give it to them then."

Dean handed them some papers he made himself and printed out. "It's a death certified from the thirties." Sam explained. "We got it at the library." More like the copier place with adding fake names and dates. "Now according to the coroner, the actual case of death was a self inflicted gunshot would."

"That's right, he didn't hang or cut himself." Dean said smirking. We all know the dorks were falling for it.

"He shot himself." Ed said dumbstruck.

"More than that," I started. "To this day it says he's terrified by the gun the did it with, a .45 pistol."

Dean added the real clincher. "Matter of fact, they say if you shoot him with a .45 loaded with these special wrought iron rounds, it'll kill the son of a bitch." Which just so happen to be the one weapon we all had.

Ed and Harry grinned excitedly. Harry raced back to the trailer as fast as he could holding the paper in a tight grasp. "Slow your roll buddy." Ed hissed loudly after him, following at a slower pace but still a speed walker. "They're gonna know."

I shook my head, "Dorks." Both Dean and Sam nodded in agreement.

At the local cafe, we were sitting at a small round table. I was sipping at my hot chocolate because honestly, when wasn't having hot chocolate a good time? Sam was on his laptop again. Dean pulled down the string of this fishermen on the wall and its mouth started to move, making an annoying crackling laugh. I scowled, sipping my hot chocolate. That thing was giving me a headache. I was about to whack Dean over the head when Sam harshly pulled the string again, stopping the laughter. Glaring at Dean, Sam said, "If you pull that string one more time, I'm gonna kill you."

I calmly sipped my chocolate and said, "Don't worry, I'll give the police an alibi for you and then help you hide the body." That didn't stop Dean just pulling the string again with the sole reason that it was annoying us. Sam stopped it again and I elbowed Dean in his ribs.

Rubbing his side, Dean laughed. "You need more laughter in your life, you know you're way to tense." Sam glared at Dean again and I watched between amused and annoyed. "They post it yet?"

Sam turned the computer around so we could read it. "I guess that means yes?" I leaned closer to the screen, raising the bill of my hat up so I could see a little easier.

Dean read it aloud. "We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms."

"Reputable?" I demanded huffing. I knew I should have hit the dork team when I had a chance.

"How long should we wait?" Dean asked, sipping his beer.

Sam shrugged. "Long enough for the new story to spread and the legend to change." Which probably meant not long since technology was so quick and getting quicker these days. "I figure by nightfall, iron rounds with work on the sucker." Sam held up his beer and the three of us taped the tips of our glasses to his.

"Sweet." Dean smirked, taking a long sip. Dean tried to put the bottle down onto the realize he couldn't get his hand off it. I smirked as Sam burst out laughing. "You didn't." Dean glared.

Sam held up the super glue I had happily provided. "Oh, I did." Dean shook his head as Sam pulled the string to the fisherman, laughing along with it. Then Dean tried to stand up only to realize his butt was stuck to the chair.

"You should have realized I'd get payback for my hair." I smirked, having spread the super glue all over his chair while he went to the bathroom earlier.

"I hate you both." Dean sighed.

That night we went back to the hell house. Dean had to awkwardly waddle with a chair on his butt to the back alley so he could smash it against a wall to break it off. His pants were ruined though, pieces sticking to him.

The cops were back and searching the nearby trees with flashlight. "I'm telling you I heard something." One of the cops insisted. "Coming from over here." They found out what was making the nose. I had swiped that laughing fisherman off the wall while everyone was busy with laughing at Dean and Sam had super glued it to the tree.

Inside the house, things were getting serious. We all had our guns out, ready and waiting for anything. "I barely have any skin left on my palm." Dean complained loudly. "And my pants are completely ruined.

Sam scoffed. "I'm not touching that line with a ten foot pole."

But I snorted. "You sound like a girl." I mocked. "'My pants are completely ruined.'"

We moved to the next room. "So you think old Mordechai's home?" Dean asked.

"I don't know." Sam said.

"I hope so." I grumbled, hoping we weren't just wasting our time hanging out here.

"Me to." Someone that wasn't apart of our little family hunt said from behind. I spun around quickly. Ed and Harry screamed when they noticed guns suddenly pointed at them.