Dean was headed down interstate thirty-five as he blasted some old rock music on one of his cassette tapes. You were reading one of the books you picked up along the way and Sam was sleeping. You glanced up as you watched Dean trying to hang a plastic spoon on Sam's open mouth. 'Don't you dare!' You mouthed to him as he gave you an innocent smirk and let go of the spoon and took a picture of Sam with the spoon hanging from his mouth. You rolled yours eyes at his childishness, he chuckled silently to himself as he went back to driving. You had to admit he was really cute when he acted childishly like that though. You shook the thoughts from your head as you went back to your book. Then Dean cranked up the volume of the music. "A fire of unknown origin took my baby away." Dean sung loudly as Sam woke up and smacked the spoon out of his mouth. Dean banged the wheel like a drum as Sam cleared his throat as he turned the volume down.
"Ha-ha. Very funny." Sam mocked sarcastically as Dean chuckled.
"Sorry," Dean joked as he watched the road.
"No you're not." You muttered from the backseat.
"Well, there's not a lot of scenery here in east Texas. Kinda gotta make your own." Dean chuckled again.
"Man, we're not kids anymore, Dean." Sam fumed. "We're not gonna start that crap up again."
"What "crap"?" You wondered.
"Our prank wars. It's stupid, and it always escalates." Sam replied.
"Aw, what's the matter, Sammy? You afraid you're gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh?" Dean asked as he looked at Sam.
"Oh, Nair's a little harsh don't you think?" You commented.
"All right. Just remember you started it." Sam declared.
"Ho-ho, bring it on, baldy." Dean laughed.
"Just keep me out of it." You said. "Oh, and if I find any Nair in my shampoo then you're both dead!"
"Where are we, anyway?" Sam asked as he looked outside the window.
"Few hours outside of Richardson." Dean answered. "Gimme the lowdown again."
"Okay, about a month or two ago, a group of kids went poking around the local haunted house-" You began as you looked at the papers you printed out.
"Haunted by what?" Dean asked.
"Supposedly, a very misogynistic spirit. According to the legend, it takes girls and strings them up from the rafters." You explained. "So, the group of kids saw a dead girl hanging from the ceiling in the basement."
"Anybody ID the body?" Sam asked you.
"Well, that's the weird part. When the cops got there, the dead girl was gone." You replied. "So, the cops think the kids were playing a joke."
"Well, maybe the cops are right." Dean voiced.
"Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids' firsthand accounts. They seem pretty sincere." Sam pointed out.
"Where'd you read these accounts?" Dean asked Sam.
Sam scoffed. "Well, I knew we were gonna be passing through Texas, so, uh, last night, I surfed some local paranormal websites." Sam shared. "And I found one."
"And what's it called?" Dean asked.
Sam scoffed again. ." Sam answered.
"Pshht. Let me guess. Streaming live outta Mom's basement." Dean joked which got a laugh out of you.
"Yeah, probably." Sam chuckled.
"Yeah, but most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit them in the "persqueeter." Dean retorted.
"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 gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm in checking this out." Sam explained.
"Okay, where can we find the kids?" You wondered.
"Same place you always find kids in a town like this." Sam stated.
By the time you got into town found a motel to stay at, and unpacked your stuff night had fallen. Dean drove you three to theRodeoDrive, the town's local diner and hangout spot. You and the boys found the three witnesses, two boys, and a girl, and questioned them. "It was the scariest thing I ever saw in my life, I swear to God." Boy one began.
"From the moment we walked in. The walls were painted black." Boy two continued.
"Red." Boy one answered.
"I think it was blood." The girl admitted.
"With all these freaky symbols." Boy one shared.
"Crosses and stars and-" Boy two continued.
"Pentagons." Boy one answered.
"Pentecostals." Boy two answered.
"Whatever, I had my eyes closed the whole time." The girl rolled her eyes.
"But I can d*mn sure tell you this much: No matter what anybody says-" Boy one stated.
"That poor girl." The girl expressed.
"With the black-" Boy two began.
"Blonde." Boy one answered.
"Red hair. Jus-Just-Just hanging there." The girl stuttered.
"Kicking." Boy one continued.
"Without even moving." Boy two shared.
"She was real." The girl stated.
"It's one hundred percent." Boy one stated.
"And kinda hot. Well, you know, in a dead sort of way." Boy two commented. "Speaking of hot, you're pretty hot yourself." Boy two pointed out as he admired you.
"Yeah, no thanks." You declined as you rolled your eyes.
"Okay." Dean chuckled awkwardly as he gave Sam the floor.
"And how'd you find out about this place, anyway?" Sam asked them.
"Craig." Boy two and the girl answered in unison.
"Craig took us." Boy one answered.
Your next stop was Craig's record and music store, so you could ask him about what happened. As you walked into the small shop you could hear heavy metal music blasting through the speakers."Fellas, and lady. Help you with anything?" A boy organizing records asked you.
"Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?" Sam asked him.
"I am." Craig answered.
"Oh, well we're reporters with TheDallas Morning News. I'm Dean, this is Sam and Y/N." Dean introduced you three to him.
"No way." Craig chuckled. "Yeah, I'm a-I'm a writer too. I write for my school's lit magazine."
"Well, good for you, Morrissey." Dean joked.
"So, we're doing a piece on local hauntings, and supposedly you might know about one?" You asked Craig.
"You mean the Hell House?" Craig asked.
"That's the one." Dean answered.
"I didn't think there was anything to the story." Craig stated.
"Why don't you tell us the story?" Sam asked him.
Craig sighed. "Well, supposedly, back in the 'thirties this farmer, Mordechai Murdock, he used to live in the house with his six daughters. It was during 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." Craig explained. You and Sam were listening to Craig while Dean was browsing the record stand.
"How?" You wondered as Dean came up behind you.
"Well, he figured it was best if his girls died quick, rather than starve to death. So he attacked 'em. And they screamed, begged for him to stop, but he just strung 'em up, one after another. And then when it 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 that goes inside. " Craig explained.
"And where'd you hear all this?" Dean asked.
"My cousin Dana told me. I don't know where she heard it from. You gotta realize, I didn't believe this for a second." Craig commented.
"But now you do." Sam said.
"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?" Craig admitted. You three glanced at each other before looking at Craig again.
"Thanks." Dean mumbled as you three left the stored and returned to the motel for the night.
The next morning you and the brothers took a trip out to the hell House to see from you could find any signs of it being real. The House was just past a forest and was surrounded by dirt paths, and tall waves of grass. "Can't say I blame the kid." Sam commented as you looked at the house as you got closer to it. The house was a ram-shackled mess, with the walls and roof decayed. "Yeah, the place could be the poster boy for haunted houses" You quipped.
"So much for curb appeal." Dean agreed. Sam scoffed. You started off looking around the outside of the house, if you could even call it that. You pulled out the EMF reader, but it was working right.
"You got somethin'?" Sam asked as he walked over to you.
"Not sure, the EMF is acting wild." You mumbled as you tried to get it to work.
"EMF's no good." Dean pointed out as he joined you and Sam.
"Why?" You asked Dean.
"I think that thing's still got a little juice left in it." Dean replied as he gestured up to the power lines. "It will screw with all of your readings."
Sam sighed. "Yeah, that would do it." Sam muttered as you three looked up at the power lines.
"Yeah, makes sense." You agreed as you put the EMF reader away.
"Come on, let's go." Dean said as he led you into the house you could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. When you walked inside there were candles littered all over the place and symbols spray painted on the walls.
Dean whistled. "Looks like old man Murdock was a bit of a tagger during his time." Dean observed.
"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 'sixties." Sam explained.
"Huh. This is exactly why you never get laid." Dean muttered as Sam took pictures of the different symbols.
"What about this one? You two ever see this one before?" You asked as you stared at a symbol painted on the staircase. It had an upside down questioned mark with lines protruding from each side of it.
"No." Sam answered as he took a picture of it and Dean cocked his head at it.
"I have. Somewhere." Dean mumbled under his breath.
"It's paint." Sam shared as he rubbed his fingers over the symbol. "Seems pretty fresh too."
"I don't guys. I mean, I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind, but them cops might be right about this one." Dean suggested.
"Yeah, maybe." Sam agreed. A clattering sound got your attention from the other room. Sam put his phone away and you three quietly and quickly walked over to the door the noise came from. You guys got on each side of the door and nodded to each other as Dean quickly opened it. Sam and Dean shouted as they got flashlights shined in their faces and you peeked past them to see what looked like two guys. They both sighed when they saw who it was.
"Oh, cut!" The guy in the glasses shouted. "Just a few humans."
"What're you guys doin' here?" The guy in the vest asked you.
"What the hell are you doin' here?" Dean repeated back to them.
"Uh-heh, we belong here. We're professionals." The glasses guy pointed out.
"Professional what?" You wondered.
"Paranormal investigators." The glasses guy answered as he gave Sam and Dean business card. "There you go. Take a look at that, boys...and uh, girl."
"Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me." Dean groaned as he read the card as the two strangers smiled at him.
"Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spangler." Sam read off the card.
"Yep." Ed said.."" You read as you leaned past Sam and Dean's arms to read the card.
"You guys run that website?" Sam asked them.
"Yeah." Ed nodded.
"Oh, yeah, yeah. We're huge fans." Dean said sarcastically.
"And, uh, we know who guys are too." Ed shared. You three gave him a questioning look.
"Oh, yeah?" Sam questioned.
"Ahem. Amateurs." Ed answered. "Lookin' for ghosts and cheap thrills."
"Yeah. So if you guys don't mind, we're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here." Harry spat.
"Yeah, and how's that going for you?" You asked them a little tired of them cocky, smartas* attitudes.
"Harry, why don't you tell them about EMF?" Ed asked.
"Well-" Harry began.
"EMF?" Sam wondered as he smiled at them.
"Electromagnetic field. Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector." Harry explained as he pulled an EMF reader out of his backpack. "Like this bad boy right here."
"Whoa. Whoa. That's two point eight MG." Ed read.
"Two point eight, it's hot in here." Harry commented.
"Wow." Sam spoke.
"Huh." Dean mumbled. "So have you guys ever really seen a ghost before,or...?" Dean asked them.
"Once. We were, uh...We were investigating this old house, and we saw a vase fall right off the table." Ed replied as he looked over at Dean.
"By itself." Harry whispered.
"We-We-We didn't actually-We didn't actually see it, but we heard it. And something like that, it, uh...It changes you." Ed revealed.
"Yeah. I think I get the picture. We should go, let them get back to work." Dean suggested.
"Yeah, you should." Harry agreed.
"Sam, Y/N." Dean spoke as he walked out of the room.
"Yeah, work." Ed laughed as you and Sam joined Dean.
On the way back to the motel you stopped at the library so Sam could figure what actually happened at the house and if Murdock really did live there. You and Dean waited outside for Sam to come back out, after checking few things at the police station first. "Hey." Sam breathed as he walked down the front steps over to you and Dean.
"Hey. What do you got?" Dean asked Sam.
"Well, I couldn't find a Mordechai, but I did turn up a Martin Murdock who lived in that house in the 'thirties." Sam explained as he showed you and Dean the book he found as you three walked down the street. "He did have children, but only two of 'em, both boys. And there's no record that he ever killed anyone."
"Huh." Dean sighed.
"What about you two?" Sam wondered.
"Ah, well, those kids didn't give us a clear description of that dead girl, but we did hit up the police station." Dean began.
"No matching missing persons. It's like she never existed." You finished.
"Dude, come on, man." Dean groaned as Sam as you reached the Impala. "We did our diggin'. This one's a bust. All right, for all we know those Hellhound boys made up the whole thing."
Sam sighed. "Yeah, all right." Sam agreed as he looked around.
"I say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals." Dean suggested as he got in the car. Sam winked at you causing you to stop getting in when Dean turned the key. "Whoa!" Dean cried as salsa music started blasting on the radio. Dean frantically turned the volume down and turned the radio off. "What the...?" Sam laughed as he got in the car and celebrated his victory, while you got in the back rolling your eyes praying to God that you would get involved.
"That's all you got?" Dean challenged Sam. "It's weak. That is Busch league." You guys spent the evening relaxing at one of the local bars then retired at your motel later around midnight.
The next morning you woke up as Dean had just finished getting ready in the bathroom and Sam was working on his laptop. "All right Sam it's your turn for the bathroom. I'm gonna grab some grub from that place across the street. You two want anything?" Dean offered.
"I'll just take a coffee." Sam said not looking away from his laptop.
"I'll take an iced coffee and a muffin." You answered as you stretched and gathered your clothes from your bag.
"Gotcha, be right back." Dean smirked as he grabbed his jacket and left the motel room.
"Hey Y/N, why don't you use it first. That way you will have more time to get ready." Sam offered.
"Sure thanks, Sam" You smiled as you grabbed the stuff you needed to get ready and went into the bathroom. You locked the door and brushed your teeth, then you undressed and started to run the water. You jumped in and started scrubbing with the motel's soap bar. Then you grabbed your shampoo and massaged it into your hair nicely. As you were rubbing it in you noticed a weird smell that reminded you of skunk juice. You stopped what you were doing and stiffed your shampoo then your hair. You realized that Sam or Dean must have tried to prank the other with Nair, but had put it in your bottle instead. "I'm gonna kill them!" You screamed when you figured out what just happened.
"Y/N, are you okay!?" Dean and Sam asked as they bust open the lock and opened the bathroom door. You froze for a second as they stared before Sam stepped away quickly blushing, while Dean continued to stare.
"Get Out!" You shouted as you grabbed a towel to cover yourself and threw the bottle of shampoo at him. Dean dodged the bottle and quickly closed the door. You spent almost the next hour trying to scrub the Nair out of your hair. When you were done you decided to confront the boys about it. "Alright, which one of you did it!?"
"Did what?" Dean asked you innocently as he sat on his bed.
"Put Nair in my shampoo!" You hissed. Realization smacked Sam in the face when he realized what happened. The nice thing about Sam is that he has a terrible poker face.
"Dean how could you?" Sam wondered, shocked by what Dean did.
"Come on it's no big deal, it was an accident I just happened to get the bottles mixed up." Dean shrugged as he tried to defend himself.
"If any of my hair falls out, you're both dead!" You growled as you left the motel room.
Later that morning a teenage girl was found dead in the hell house so you three had to investigate what happened. You followed behind Sam and Dean as they walked up to a bystander to ask what happened. "What happened?" Dean asked the man.
"A couple of cops say that poor girl hung herself in the house." The man answered.
"Suicide?" Sam supposed.
"Yeah." The man replied, "But she was a straight-A student with a full ride to UT too. It just don't make sense."
"What do ya think?" Sam wondered as you watched a dead body get taken away.
"I think maybe we missed something." Dean stated.
That night you three returned to the house again to investigate but the cops were keeping it locked down, you needed to find a way past them. You were ducked in some bushes as you watched the cops patrol the area."I guess the cops don't want any more kids screwin' around in there." Sam voiced.
"Yeah, but we still gotta get in there." Dean pointed out. Then you heard voices nearby.
"Gotta go." You heard a man whisper and you heard more whispering indistinctly.
"I don't believe it." Dean muttered as you saw Ed and Harry walking through the forest behind you. "I got an idea. Who you gonna call?" Dean called out from the bushes.
"Hey! You!" You heard a cop shout as he saw Ed and Harry. "Freeze!"
"Run! Run!" You heard Ed shout as he and Harry made a break for it with the cops chasing them.
You three quickly ran into the house and closed the door before the cops came back. Sam placed the duffel bag on the floor and handed you a shotgun and took one for himself, while Dean manned the flashlight. "Man, where have I seen that symbol before It's killin' me." Dean whispered as he shined the flashlight at the symbol you noticed before.
"Come on. We don't have much time." Sam warned as he went into the other room. You followed them into the basement where the girl supposedly hung herself. There wasn't much down there except shelves holding jars filled with unknown fluids.
"Hey, Sam, I dare you to take a swig of this." Dean smiled as he picked up one of the jars.
"What the hell would I do that for?" Sam questioned.
"I double dare you." Dean repeated. As you and Sam shook your head at Dean's antics. You heard creaking from a cabinet so Sam and Dean went to check it out. Sam opened the door as Dean aimed the shotgun at it, but it was just some rats. Dean groaned as Sam laughed at him. "I hate rats."
"You'd rather it was a ghost?" Sam asked him.
"Yes." Dean answered. As they were focused on the cabinet you saw someone about to strike them with an ax.
"Guys!" You shouted as you fired a salt round into the ghost. Then Sam fired one into it too. You three kept firing and it disappeared.
"What the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?" Sam questioned.
"I don't know." Dean admitted as you three looked around for the ghost. "Come on, come on, come on." Dean said as you tried to go upstairs you made it up, but the ghost slashed at Sam and Dean breaking the shelves and tripping Sam and Dean. "Sam! Y/N go!" Dean ordered you nodded and made your way to the front door with Sam and Dean right behind you. You forced your way through the door breaking it in the process as you tripped and fell into the grass and mud in front of the house. Sam and Dean jumped out of the opening and landed next to you. You got up and ran away from the house as quick as you could. "Get that damn thing out of my face!" Dean shouted as he pushed Ed and Harry's camera out of the way.
"Go, go." Sam cried as he ran away.
"Get outta here!" Dean called as he ran with you and Sam.
After your escape you made it back to the motel to figure out why that thing wasn't affected by rock salt. Dean was lounging on his bed drawing something, while Sam was working on his laptop. "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 that Mordechai only goes after chicks." Dean pointed out.
"It does." You mumbled as you sat on Sam's bed researching some books you found at the library.
"Huh, well, that explains why he went after you two, but why me?" Dean wondered as he scratched the top of his head.
"Hilarious." Sam retorted. "Legend also says he hung himself. But did you see those slit wrists."
"Yeah." Dean agreed.
"What's up with that? And the ax too?" Sam asked. "I mean, ghosts are usually pretty strict, right? Following the same patterns over and over."
"But this mook keeps changing." Dean commented.
"Exactly." Sam sighed. "I'm telling you, the way the story goes...Wait a minute."
"What?" You asked as you looked up at Sam to see if he found something.
"Someone added a new posting to the Hellhound site. Listen to this: "They say Mordechai Murdock was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with an ax before slitting his own wrists. Now he's imprisoned in the house for eternity."" Sam explained.
"Where is this whole thing going?" You wondered as you looked back down at your book.
"I don't know, but I think I might have just figured out where it all started." Dean revealed as he smiled and got up off his bed.
The next morning you returned to Craig's store to see if he had any information he was keeping from you. You heard the bell ring as Dean opened the door and led you into the store. "Hey, Craig." Dean greeted Craig as you stopped by the front counter. "Remember us?"
"Guys, look, I'm really not in the mood to answer any of your questions, okay?" Craig huffed as he turned around to look at you.
"Oh, don't worry. We're just here to buy an album, that's all." Dean reassured Craig as he started flipping through the albums on the stand. He picked one out and flipped it over to the backside real quick. "You know, I couldn't figure out what that symbol was. And-And then I realized that it doesn't mean anything. It's the logo for Blue Oyster Cult." Dean shared as you three walked up to Craig. "Tell, me, Craig. You, uh-You into BOC? Or just scaring the hell out of people?" Dean asked as he handed Craig the album with the symbol on the back. "Now, why don't you tell us about that house. Without lying through your as* this time."
Craig sighed as he looked around to make sure no one else could hear you talk. "All right, um...My cousin Dana was on break from TCU. You know, I guess we were just bored, looking 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. Some from some of Dana's theology 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." Craig scoffed. "It was just a joke. You know, I mean, none of it was real. We made the whole thing up. I swear." He admitted.
"All right." Dean cleared his throat as you three started to leave the store. "If none of it was real, how the hell do you explain Mordechai?" Dean whispered to you and Sam as you left.
The boys decided to go back to the motel to freshen up while you offered to stay downtown to explore the area and find a good restaurant to have lunch at. After you found a local diner to eat at you called them and gave them the address to meet you there. You had already your iced coffee and a bite to eat so you found a high table for you three to sit at. You watch as Dean paid for his and Sam's coffees and carried them over to the table. You noticed that Sam was walking very awkwardly and kept adjusting his pants. "What's your problem, bro?" Dean asked Sam as they walked over to your table.
"Nothing. I'm fine." Sam sighed
"Yeah?" Dean wondered, smiling at Sam. You knew Dean probably pulled another prank on Sam.
"Yeah." Sam repeated as they reached the table.
"You haven't said much today Y/N, don't tell me you're still upset about the Nair?" Dean asked as they sat down.
"Oh no, I'm totally over that now." You smiled forcefully at Dean as you decided to find a way to stop their pranks.
"All right, so uh-what were you saying about these tulpas?" Dean asked Sam.
"Tulpas?" You wondered.
"Yeah, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915. A 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." Sam explained.
"So you're thinking that Mordechai is a tulpa?" You figured.
"Yeah, that was twenty monks. Imagine what ten thousand web surfers could do." Sam suggested.
"The internet is a very powerful place." You agreed as you sipped your coffee.
"I mean, Craig starts the story about Mordechai then it spreads, goes online. Now there are countless people all believing in the bast*rd." Sam continued as Sam opened up his laptop.
"Okay, wait a second. You're trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?" Dean questioned.
"I don't know. Maybe." Sam muttered as he started pulling something up on his laptop.
"People believe in Santa Claus. How come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?" Dean asked.
"Because you're a bad person. And because of this: That's a Tibetan spirit sigil. On the wall of the house. Craig said they were painting symbols from a theology textbook. I bet they painted this not even knowing what it was Now, that sigil has been used for centuries. Concentrating meditative thought like a magnifying glass. So people are on the Hellhound's website staring at the symbol, thinking about Mordechai... I mean, I don't know, but it might be enough to bring a tulpa to life." Sam explained.
"It would explain why he keeps changing." Dean agreed.
"Right. As the legend changes, people think different things, so Mordechai himself changes. Like a game of Telephone." Sam went on.
"And that would explain why the rock salt didn't work." You pointed out.
"Yeah, 'cause he's not a traditional spirit, per se." Dean finished.
"Yeah." Sam spoke under his breath as he tried to adjust himself in his seat.
"Okay, so why don't we just, uh, get this spirit-sigil thingy off the wall and off the website." Dean suggested.
"Well, it's not that simple. You see, once tulpas are created, they take on a life of their own." Sam revealed.
"Great, anyone know how to kill an idea?" You wondered.
"Well, it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us. Check out their home page." Sam shared as he showed you and Dean a video on his laptop. "Since they posted the video the number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone."
"Huh." Dean sighed. "I got an idea. Come on." Dean said as he grabbed his coffee and got up.
"Where are we going?" You wondered as you and Sam grabbed your things and followed Dean.
"We need to find a copy store." Dean shared.
"Man. I think I'm allergic to our soap or something." Sam whined as he put his laptop in his bag. and Dean laughed.
"You did this?" Sam accused as Dean walked away laughing. "You're a frigging jerk." Sam sighed as he followed behind you and Dean.
"Oh, yeah." Dean called as he walked out of the diner.
After you stopped by the copy shop, Dean drove you three over to the RV park where Ed and Harry lived to try and get them to take down the site. As you reached their RV You heard talking inside, then Dean pounded hard on the door. All you could hear was the girly shrieks from inside the RV. "Come on out here. We hear you in there." Dean called out. Harry and Ed opened the door and popped their heads out to see who it was. "Well would you look at that? Action figures in their original packaging. What a shocker."
"Guys, we need to talk." Sam stated.
"Yeah, um, sorry, guys, we're a...little bit busy right now." Ed mentioned as he stepped out of the RV.
"Okay, we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website." Dean demanded.
"Right. These guys get us busted last night, we spend the night in a holding cell." Ed retorted.
"I had to pee in a cell urinal. In front of people." Harry admitted. "And I get stage fright."
"Why should we trust you guys?" Ed questioned.
"Look guys, we all know what we saw last night in Hell House. But now, because of your website people keep hearing about Mordechai." You began.
"Which means people are gonna keep showing up at Hell House, running into him, somebody could get hurt." Dean continued.
"Yeah." Ed nodded.
"Ed, maybe he's got a point." Harry pointed out.
"No, no." Ed disagreed.
"Nope." Harry shook his head no.
"Okay, we have an obligation to our fans, to the truth." Ed stated.
"I have an obligation to kick both your as*es-" Dean growled.
"Don't give me that crap, you're telling me that fame and sex are more important to you than human lives?" You questioned.
"Well, uh-" Harry started to say.
"Dean. Y/N. Hey, hey. Just forget it, all right? These guys...You could probably b*tch-slap them both. I could probably even tell them that thing about Mordechai, but they're still not gonna help us. So let's just go." Sam suggested as he turned to walk away.
"Uh, whoa." Ed and Harry muttered as You and Dean went to follow Sam.
"Man you're right." Dean agreed as Ed and Harry chased after you guys.
"What'd you say about-?" Ed began to ask.
"Wait, wait." Harry called.
"Hold on a second here." Ed requested.
"Yeah, yeah. What thing about Mordechai, you guys?" Harry asked.
"Don't tell 'em, Sam." Dean asked as you walked away from them.
"But, if they agree to shut the website down, Dean-" Sam pointed out.
"They're not gonna do it. You said so yourself." Dean argued.
"No, wait, wait. Don't listen to him, okay?" Ed asked. "We'll do it. We'll do it."
"Sam, it's our secret." You pointed out as you stopped at the Impala.
"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 went on.
"Totally." Ed agreed.
"All right." Sam nodded as Dean pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket. "It's a death certificate from the '30s. We got it at the library. Now, according to the coroner the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound." Sam revealed.
"That's right he didn't hang or cut himself." Dean shared as he showed Ed and Harry the paper.
"He shot himself?" Harry wondered.
"Yeah, with a .45 pistol. Apparently even to this day he is deathly scared of 'em." You added.
"As a matter of fact, if you shoot him with a .45 loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds, you'd kill the son of a b*tch." Dean finished. Harry and Ed chuckled as they looked at each other. Then they ran back to their RV.
"Harry. Slow your roll, buddy. They're gonna know we're excited." Ed whispered as he walked away. As night fell you needed to wait for them to add to fake info you gave them to the website, so you could kill the ghost. You were having dinner in an old country diner while Sam kept an eye the site. The booth you were sitting in had a wooden fisherman hanging on the wall that laughed every time someone pulled it's string. Dean pulled it out of amusement at first. Then Sam grabbed it away from him.
"If you pull that string one more time, I'm gonna kill you." Sam growled as he let go of it. Then Dean pulled it again just to get a rise out of Sam. Sam gave him a glare and Dean just chuckled at him. Sam let go of the string to drink his beer and Dean reached to pull the string again. You reached over and slapped his hand and gave him a look to stop it.
"Ow," Dean griped a bit as he rubbed his hand. "Come, you two. You need more laughter in your life. You know, you're way too tense."
"Did they change the post yet?" You asked, changing the subject. Sam just turned the laptop around so you and Dean could look at it as he ate his food.
""We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms." All right. How long do we wait?" Dean wondered.
"Long enough for the new story to spread and the legend to change." Sam explained as he closed the laptop. "I figure by late into the night, iron rounds will work on the sucker."
"Sweet." Dean smiled as you three clinked your beers together and took a sip. Dean tried to put his beer down, but it was stuck to his hand and Sam laughed. "You didn't."
"Oh, I did." Sam smiled as he pulled a little thing of superglue out of his pocket and pulled the fisherman's string. You stuffed some food in your mouth and looked away to try and not laugh.
After making sure the cops were properly distracted you and the brother snuck back into the house to finish off Mordechai. As a group you went room by room looking for him. "I barely have any skin left on my palm." Dean complained as he rubbed his hand.
"I ain't touching that line with a ten-foot-pole." Sam mused as you had your pistols aimed and ready to fire.
"Well, you think old Mordechai's home?" Dean wondered as you reached the basement door.
"I don't know." Sam voiced as he and Dean had their guns pointed at the basement door while you watched their backs.
"One way to find out." You said as you motioned your gun to the door.
"Me neither." You heard a voice say behind you. You flipped around and pointed your gun at none other than Ed and Harry.
"Whoa! Hey. Whoa." They shouted as they put their hands in the air. You sighed as you lowered your gun.
"What are you trying to do get yourselves killed!?" Sam questioned as he and Dean pulled their guns back.
"We're just trying to get a book and movie deal, okay?" Ed explained. Suddenly you could hear metal scraping from the basement. "Oh, crap." Ed and Harry whispered as they hid behind you while Sam and Dean aimed their guns at the door again. "Uh, guys, you wanna, uh-You wanna go open that door for us?"
"Why don't you?" Dean wondered. You heard the latch click and Mordechai roared as he came at you guys. Sam and Dean unloaded their iron rounds into him, but it didn't seem to affect him. You shoved Ed and Harry into the other room to give Sam and Dean some space.
"Oh, God, he's gone. He's gone." Ed muttered as he peeked back into the room. You and the boys split up to search the house for Mordechai. You walked towards the front of the house as you heard fighting behind you then it went quiet.
"Y/N, the guns don't work!" Dean called from the other room.
"Seriously!" You groaned as you lowered your gun and Ed and Harry came running into the front room. Mordechai appeared again and chased Ed and Harry cornering them by the front door. "Hey, come get some you nasty, son of a b*tch!" You shouted drawing his attention at you. He swung his ax a you, but you ducked under it and stood back up. Then he tried to swing again, but you grabbed the handle and fought him for the ax as he shoved you against the wall. "Go, Now!" You shouted at Ed and Harry giving them time to find Sam and Dean. They ran back to the other room as Mordechai pushed the handle of the ax against your throat, and you started gasping for air. "Guys!" You screamed as you took in a gulp of air.
"Hey!" You heard Dean shout as he came into the room. He used a can of gas and a lighter to shoot fire at Mordechai." Go, go, go!" Dean cried giving you an opening to get away from him. You ducked and ran past Dean into the other room. "Come on." Dean said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you along. "Look Mordechai can't leave the house, and we can't kill him. We improvise." Dean explained as he dropped the lighter on the floor and you watched the room go up in flames. You and Dean ran out of the house through the back door and met up with Sam in the bushes. You all panted catching your breath.
"That's some solution!" You stated as you looked back at the burning house.
"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." Dean explained.
"Well, what if the legend changes again and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?" Sam wondered.
"Well, then we'll just have to come back." Dean suggested.
Sam scoffed as he looked back at the house. "Kind of makes you wonder. Of all the things we hunted, how many existed just 'cause people believed in them." Sam pointed out.
After you guys wrapped everything up Sam and Dean wanted to say bye to Ed and Harry before you left town, while you stayed with the Impala. You waited until the brothers were out of sight and you opened the hood of the Impala and removed the fuse from the car. Thankfully your dad taught you how to fix cars when you were a teenager. You wanted to end their prank wars once and for all, especially if you were going to be traveling with them for a while. You closed the hood and leaned against the car as you saw Ed and Harry drive away, and Sam and Dean walk over to you. "I uh-I was the one who called them and told them I was a producer." Sam admitted. They both started laughing their heads off as they reached the car.
"Yeah, well, I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat." Dean shared as they both laughed some more.
"Truce?" Sam asked Dean.
"Yeah, truce. At least for the next hundred miles." Dean agreed as he got into the driver's seat. You winked at Sam causing him to pause and not get in the car. Then Dean tried to start the car, but the engine wouldn't turn over. "No, no, no!" Dean cried as he turned the key again, but still no response. Sam had a confused and concerned look on his face as Dean opened the hood checking the parts in the car to see if anything was wrong. "Where's the fuse!?" Dean shouted as he panicked.
"Looking for this?" You mused as you held up the fuse in your fingers.
"All right you got me, ha ha, very funny." Dean smiled as he reached out to grab the fuse, but you pulled your hand back.
"No, only if you promise no more pranks" You demanded.
"Dammit! Fine no more pranks," Dean agreed reluctantly as you handed him the fuse.
"Oh she got you good. Remind me never to piss her off." Sam laughed as you and him got into the car.
"You should never mess with a man's car." Dean grumbled as he got in and started driving away. You and Sam chuckled as Dean drove off.
