π»ππ ππππππ πππππππ ππππ a sign that says Big Texas Towing and Salvage yard. Dean is driving, Maeve is leaning forward; running her fingers through his hair. She always plays with his hair to keep herself busy when she got bored from the drive. He loves it. He looks over and sees that Sam is asleep with his mouth open and snoring slightly. He gives Maeve a wink through the mirror causing her to stop her ministrations and watch as he fiddles around then carefully places a plastic spoon in Sam's mouth. Grinning, he flips open his phone and takes a photo, Maeve watches with a small smile and shake of her head. Dean clicks his tongue, then turns the music up loud. He starts singing along with the song, loudly, "Fire...of unknown origins...took my baby away!" Sam jerks up, realizes something is in his mouth, waves his arms as he spits it out. Dean air drums along to the song on the steering wheel then looks over, grinning as Sam wipes his mouth and turns down the music.
"Ha ha, very funny." Sam grumbles out in annoyance. Maeve and Dean laugh, "Sorry, not a lot of scenery here in East Texas, kinda gotta make your own." Dean shrugs, Maeve watches with entertainment shining in her eyes. "Man, we're not kids anymore Dean. We're not going to start that crap up again." Sam snips towards his older brother, Maeve raises a brow in slight confusion and interest. "Start what up?" She asks, leaning forward to look between them. "That prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates." Sam answers her, Maeve laughs lightly. "What's the matter Sammy, scared you're going to get a little Nair in your shampoo again huh?" Sam scoffs at Dean's words. "All right, just remember you started it." Maeve slowly sits back and watches as Dean perks up in excitement. "Ah ha, bring it on baldy." She shakes her head with a giggle, she loves watching them. She wished she had a relationship like theirs, sure she had a brother, a long time ago, but it wasn't the same. Their mother adopted her before sending her off to the temple to work for the gods. The brother she had been given, well they didn't really talk much, they never really had the time. It was sad really, because Maeve knew deep down that Apollo had wanted to become closer, but after what happened, they never stood a chance at being real siblings.
When she was disowned for what happened to her, by the goddess she was serving, by the woman who was supposed to protect her; her trust in others shattered. Her mother threw her to the goddess and the god who ruined her got away with it. That was the only time she had ever begged for mercy, she learned quickly that she wasn't going to get any. Her dad... "Where are we anyway." Maeve snaps out of her thoughts at the sound of Sam's voice. "A few hours outside of Richardson. Gimme the low down again?" Sam pulls the research onto his lap and begins reading it out loud. "All right, about a month or two ago this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house." Maeve and Dean frown in confusion, "Haunted by what?" They ask together, "Apparently, a misogynistic spirit. Legend goes, it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters. Anyway this group of kids see this dead girl hanging in the cellar." Sam explains to the couple who nod in response. "Anybody ID the corpse?" Dean asks him, "Well, that's the thing. By the time the cops got there the body was gone. So cops are saying the kids were just yanking chains."
"Maybe the cops are right?" Maeve asks with a shrug, Sam sighs. "Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids first hand accounts. They seemed pretty sincere." Dean raised a brow towards his brother, "Where did you read these accounts?" He asked, Sam pauses, looking a little embarrassed. "Well, I knew we were going to be passing through Texas. So last night, I surfed some local paranormal websites. And I found one." Maeve and Dean watch Sam with teasing looks on their faces. He was such a little nerd, "And what's it called." Maeve drew her words out in a teasing tone. ." Dean lets out a laugh, "Let me guess, streaming live out of Mom's basement." Sam grins as well, "Yeah, probably." He breaths out, glancing out the window for a second. "Yeah. Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the persqueeter." Dean utters out with a shake of his head and a small scoff. "Look. We let Dad take off. Which was a mistake, by the way. And now we don't know where the hell he is and in the meantime we gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm in checking this out."
"All right. So where do we find these kids?"
"Same place you always find kids in a town like this."
The Impala pulls up to a fast food outlet, Rodeo Drive, read the sign. The trio climb out, making their way inside to begin the long process of interviewing the three kids who were at the Hell House. Multiple versions of the story were passed between them, from the color of the walls, the symbols, to even how the victim looked. By the end, the trio sat in a booth with annoyed looks on their faces. Dean looks towards Sam and Maeve with his eyebrow raised, "Ok!" Dean huffs out in pure annoyance at this little game that these kids seemed to be playing. Finally, they just decided to sit down all three of them to ask on last question. "And...how'd you find out about this place anyway?" Maeve asks, looking between the opposite trio sitting across from them. "Craig took us." They all replied together.
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π΄ππππ, π«πππ πππ Sam enter the music store where the young man, Craig, works. A man stands behind the counter, turning to face them with a small awkward smile. "Fellas, Lady. Can I help you with anything?" He asks, raising a brow at the trio. "Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?" Maeve couldn't help herself and laughed the first time she had heard his name. Such a weird one, "I am." The male responds with a nod, "Well we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean, this is Maeve and Sam." Craig gives Maeve a flirty look, but she ignores him, looking around the shop. "No way. Well I'm writer too. I write for my school's lit magazine." Dean gives the male a sarcastic smile, "Well, good for you Morrisey." Sam bumps his brother, clearing his throat. "Umm. We're doing an article on local hauntings and rumor has it you might know of one." Sam explains to the man, giving him a small smile. "You mean the Hell House?" Craig asks, cocking his head with a confused look. "That's the one." Dean nods in agreement. "I didn't think there was anything to the story." The trio make eye contact with one another.
"Why don't you tell us the story." Maeve insists, giving him a nod. "Well, supposedly back in the '30s this farmer, Mordachai Murdoch, used to live in this house with his six daughters. It was during the depression, his crops were failing, he didn't have enough money to feed his own children. So I guess that's when he went off the deep end." Craig explains to them, "How?" Sam asks, his voice soft, "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 'em up, one after the other. And when he was all finished he just turned around and hung himself. Now they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringing up any other girl that goes inside." They all looked at one another in realization. "Where'd you hear all this?" Dean asks, "My cousin Dana told me. I don't know where she heard it from. Ya gotta realise, I didn't believe this for a second." Craig laughs gently, "But now you do."
"I don't know what the hell to think man. You guys, I tell you exactly what I told the police ok? That girl was real. This was not a prank. I swear to God, I don't wanna go anywhere near that house ever again ok?" Craig starts to back away, a look of terror crossing over his face. "Thanks." Dean murmurs, his hand reaching for Maeve's as the trio leave the shop.
An hour later, the trio slush up the muddy path to the house. Maeve grimaces at the sight, as Sam and Dean raise a brow at it. "I can't say I blame the kid." Sam mutters out, his eyes scanning the area in discontent. "Yeah, so much for curb appeal." Dean grunts out, they split up to take a look around. Meeting back up a few minutes later, Sam comes back toward Maeve and Dean who is holding the EMF. "You got something?" Sam asks the couple, Dean nods tapping the EMF. "Ye-ah. The EMFs no good." Sam frowns at his brother, "Why?"
Gesturing at overhead power lines, "I think that things still got a little juice in it, it's screwing with all the readings." Dean replies, Sam nods with a sigh. "Yeah, that'd do it." Dean gives him a sarcastic little smile and nod before rolling his eyes and putting the EMF away. "Yeah. Come on, let's go." They head inside and start looking around. A few minutes of looking around, Dean whistles. "Looks like old man Murdock was a bit of a tagger in his time." He points out the symbols on the wall. Maeve frowns at the sight, they looked familiar. Probably, from one of the books she's been reading, but she couldn't quite place them. "And after his time too. That reverse cross has been used by Satanists for centuries but this sigil of sulfer didn't show up in San Franciso until the '60s." Sam speaks up, Maeve and Dean turning to look at him with funny looks.
"That is exactly why you never get laid." Maeve smacks Dean, "Don't listen to him, he's an idiot." She states, moving around the room as Dean pouts at her. Sam snorts slightly at couple, Maeve moves to the other wall. "Hey, what about this one, you seen this one before?" She asks Sam, this symbol she hasn't seen. It is a cross with a dot in the middle. The bottom stroke looks like an upsidedown question mark. "No." Sam speaks up, his lips pulling into a frown. Dean moves over to them, a look of familiarity in his eyes. "I have. Somewhere." He mutters out, Sam reaches forward; rubbing the symbol. "It's paint. Seems pretty fresh too." Sam tells the couple, Dean sighs, taking another spin of the room. "I don't know Sam. You know I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind...but the cops may be right about this one." Dean grunts out, Maeve nods in agreement as Sam sighs. "Yeah, maybe." Maeve felt sorry for the younger Winchester, she knew he just wanted to find his father again.
A sudden noise has them on alert, Maeve pulling out her sword as the boys take up positions either side of a door with their guns. Dean nods, giving them the signal and they bust through it. Bright lights shine in their eyes, "Oh, cut. It's just a coupla humans." One guy holds a small electrical gadget, the other a camera which he switches off. Maeve hides her sword and scoffs lightly at his words, if only they knew. Sam and Dean stare at the guys in confusion, "What are you guys doing here?" The one with glasses snarls towards the trio, Maeve raises a brow at him. She was old enough to be his mother, and if she was; she woulda smacked the piss outta him for speaking to her that way. "What the hell are you doing here?" She snips back, raising a brow at the young man.
"Ah-ha-ha. We belong here, we're professionals?" Dean scoffs under his breath, "Professional what?" He crosses his arms. "Paranormal Investigators." He hands them both business cards, "There you go, take a look at that, boys... and lady." He drew out awkwardly, Maeve rolls her eyes as Dean groans in annoyance. "Oh you gotta be kidding me." Sam smirks slightly towards his brother, before looking towards the two dweebs. "Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spangler? Hellhoundslaircom, you guys run that website." Sam asks, cocking his head to the side. "Yeah." Dean shoots Maeve an eye roll, in response; she smiles sarcastically and speaks up. "Oh yeah, yeah, we're huge fans." Dean immediately looks annoyed when he takes notice of the new looks upon the younger; nerdier, and funnier looking boys.
"And ahh, we know who you guys are too, especially you, beautiful." Dean and Sam both look at him sharply, Maeve smiles subtly as Dean wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her into him. The attitude of everyone shifted once more, "Oh yeah?" Sam asks, his voice coming out in a slight taunt as he raises a brow. "Amateurs." Dean immediately loses interest, and pulls Maeve away from the morons. "Looking for ghosts and cheap thrills." Sam tries not to let his annoyance get the better of him as he watches the two guys act all cocky. "Yep. So if you guys don't mind, we're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here." Dean scoffs, moving back towards them with a skeptical glare. "Yeah, what have you got so far?" He asks, raising a brow. "Harry, why doncha tell 'em about EMF?"
"Well.." Sam, who is playing dumb and trying not to smile, bobs his head as he questions. "EMF?" Medusa lets out a quiet sigh as she continues to move around the house while listening in on the conversation. "Electromagnetic field? Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector. Like this bad boy right here." He turns it on, Dean smirks at Sam. "Whoa. Whoa. It's 2.8mg..." Ed snatches it from him as he moves around the room, coming to stand in front of Maeve who is now in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest as she watches them with a raised brow. "2.8." Ed breaths out slowly, a frown lining his lips as she cocks her head. Dean and Sam watching in amusement as she barely glances down at the EMF, before it catches fire, causing Ed to drop it. "It's hot in here." Harry breathes out, watching her as he takes a small gulp.
Dean whistles in admiration, as Sam slow claps. "Wow." Ed and Harry glare at the Winchester brothers. "Huh. So you guys ever really seen a ghost before, or..." Dean asks, "Once. We were, uh...we were investigating this old house and we saw a vase fall right off the table..." There was a baited pause, "By itself." Harry whispers, another pause. "Wow." Maeve speaks up, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well we didn't actually see it, we heard it. And something like that...it uh...it changes you." Ed breaths out, if only he really knew what evils were out there. If only he knew, he was standing in the presence of the stone goddess herself. "Yeah. I think I get the picture. We should go, let them get back to work." Dean speaks up, moving towards Maeve as Sam pauses for a moment. "Yeah, you should." Ed speaks up, trying to raise himself up to Dean's height as he passes by, "Sam." The trio leave, which immediately causes Harry to smack Ed. "Dude, you totally just ruined my chances." Ed scoffs at him, "Whatever, she was clearly taken." Harry shakes his head in response, "No way, I felt a connection. He was just being protective; they're probably her brothers."
"Whatever, dude."
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πΊππ πππππ πππ public library and comes down the stairs as Dean and Maeve approach him. "Hey." Sam greets the couple with a smile, Maeve immediately smiles back and moves to wrap her arm around his as Dean smiles at them. "Hey. What you got?" Dean questions his brother, Sam speaking up shortly after him. "Well, I couldn't find a Mordechai, but I did find a Martin Murdock who lived in that house in the '30s. He did have children but only two of them, both boys and there's no evidence he ever killed anyone." Maeve and Dean frown in confusion. "Huh." Dean utters out, even if that was true; something was still wrong with that house. Maeve could feel it when she was there, it could have something to do with those symbols painted along the walls. "What about you?" They have reached the Impala and stand talking over the top of it. "Well those kids didn't really give us a clear description of that dead girl, but I did hit up the police station. No matching missing persons, it's like she never existed. Dude come on, we did our digging, this one's a bust all right. For all we know those hell hound boys made up the whole thing."
"Yeah, all right."
"I say we find ourself a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals." Dean moves to get into the car, Maeve being held back by Sam who leans down, smiling, to look in the window. Dean turns the key in the ignition. South American music blasts from the speakers, the wipers turn on and Dean rears back. "WHOA! What the..." Maeve watches in amusement as he quickly reaches to turn everything off. She climbs in after, Sam quickly following her actions, laughing. He licks his finger and marks an imaginary '1' in the air then points to himself. Dean gives his brother a dirty look "That's all you got? Sweet. That is bush league." The impala pulls away with Maeve laughing and shaking her head at the two morons.
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π»ππ ππππ πππππππ, emergency vehicles and men move around, a girls body is bought out on a stretcher. Dean, Maeve and Sam approach a man standing outside. "What happened?" Dean questions, his brows furrowed and his lips pulled into a frown. "A coupla cops say a girl hung herself in the house." The cops tell the group, after Dean flashes his faux badge towards the man. "Suicide?" Sam asks, "Yeah. She was a straight A student, with a full ride to UT too. It just doesn't make sense." He walks away, Sam turns to the couple. "Whaddaya think?" Maeve and Dean make eye contact, silently agreeing with one another. "I think maybe we missed something." She states, looking back towards the house with a frown.
Later that night, a police car is parked outside, two cops stand around. Maeve, Sam and Dean crouch in the bushes. "I guess the cops don't want anyone else screwing around in there." Sam murmurs out, a frown on his lips. "Yeah, but we still gotta get in there." Dean grumbles out, before he frowns at the sound of whispers and peaks from their hiding place. "I don't believe it." Sam and Maeve spin to look. Ed and Harry are approaching: hunched over, wearing all sorts of gadgets, whispering and shh-ing each other. "I got an idea." He grins, before rising slightly, turns towards the cops and cups a hand to his mouth. "Who ya gunna call!" Maeve smirks as Ed and Harry trip over themselves; immediately gaining the cops attention. "Hey, you!" There is a muddled mixture of voices.
"Freeze."
"Run! Come on!"
"Get back here. Hey!"
The cops chase Ed and Harry back down the path. Laughing, the trio make a break for the house, Maeve giving Dean a quick kiss for his wonderful thinking. Once inside Sam breaks out the rifles, handing one to Dean, and Maeve pulls out her sword. Dean turns on a flashlight, Maeve and Sam following suit with their own. "Where have I seen that symbol before? It's killing me!" Dean grumbles as he stares at one of the symbols on the wall. "Come on, we don't have much time." Sam grumbles, the trio go down to the basement and look around. Dean spies the jars and picks one up for a closer look. The pale red liquid sloshes around inside. "Hey, Sam. I dare you to take a swig of this." Maeve and Sam both shoot him a look. "What the hell would I do that for?"
Dean just smiles, "...I double dare you." Sam just shakes his head, looking away. Dean grins, putting the jar back on the shelf. A noise has them all on alert and they move toward the cabinet. At Dean's nod Sam opens the door. Rats squeak and run from the torchlight, Dean immediately jumps back with a hiss as he lifts his feet in fear. "Arghh! I hate rats." Maeve snorts slightly as Sam gives his brother a deadpan look of annoyance. "You'd rather it was a ghost?" Sam questions, raising a brow. "Yes."
Behind Sam's head Maeve sees Mordechai has appeared, her eyes widened causing Sam and Dean to swing around to see Mordechai raising an axe above his head. Sam shoots him twice but he's still there, Dean pushes Maeve back and shoots him again, causing the creature to mist away. "What the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?" Sam asks, his eyes wide. "Not a normal one, that's for sure." Maeve states as Dean grabs her arm and pulls her out. "I dunno. Come on. Come on come on!" As they run toward the stairs Mordechai smashes his axe down, catching the shelves and bringing the jars crashing down on Dean. "Dean!" Maeve shouts in horror as she quickly moves to help him as Mordechai and Sam begin fighting. "Go! Get outta here!" Maeve helps Dean outside, Mordechai smahes the electrical box and sparks fly everywhere. Sam bolts for the door at the last minute, the trio fall through the emergency tape and roll down the steps, spring immediately to their feet and keep running.
They run straight into Ed and Harry, "Get that damn thing outta my face." Dean snaps, pushing the camera away from him as Sam runs ahead of the couple. "Go go go!" Ed and Harry are still facing the door and see Mordechai lurk. "Sweet Lord..." Ed starts, staring at the spirit in horror. "...of the rings. RUN! GO GO GO!" They turn to flee...and run straight into the arms of the cops. "Look, there's a...look. There's a man over there...I saw...where'd he go?"
"Boys come on."
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π¨ππππππ π΄ππππππ, πππππππ day of nothing, but tired eyes and strained brains. In the motel room, Dean is sitting on the bed drawing the symbol, Sam is researching and Maeve is helping him out. "What the hell is this symbol? It's buggin' the hell outta me. This whole damn job's buggin' me. I thought the legend said Mordechai only goes after chicks." Dean speaks up, looking towards his brother and girlfriend with a frown. "It does." They reply in sync, "All right. Well, that explains why he went after you two, but why me?" Sam and Maeve shoot Dean deadpan looks, "Hilarious!" Sam grunts out, Dean just gives them a cheeky smile in response. "The legend also says he hung himself, but did you see those slit wrists?" Medusa asks, standing up to make her way to the bathroom; leaving the door open just a crack to listen in on their conversation. "Yeah."
"What's up with that? And the axe too. I mean, ghosts are usually pretty strict right? Following the same patterns over and over again?" Sam questions, Dean shrugs as Maeve steps out; with her hair pulled up into a bun, no longer in her pajamas. The brothers had gotten changed a while back, but she wanted to wait. "But this mook keeps changing." She states, turning off the bathroom light and climbing onto the bed next to Dean. Sam sighs, still clicking away on his laptop. "Exactly. I'm telling ya, the way the story goes...wait a minute." Sam frowns at something on his laptop, "What?" The couple asks, "Someone added a new post to the Hell Hound site. Listen to this. 'They say Mordechai Murdock was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with an axe before slitting his own wrists. Now he's imprisoned in the house for eternity." Maeve frowns at Sam, her eyes turning to Dean who is still staring at the symbol he has drawn, Dean suddenly sits straight up.
"Where the hell is this going?"
"I don't know but I think I might have just figured out where it all started." Dean grabs his jacket, and the trio leave quickly.
An hour later, they enter the music store again. Craig is sitting at the counter looking depressed. "Hey, Craig? Remember us?" Dean asks, raising a brow at the younger male. "Guys, look I'm really not in the mood to answer any of your questions ok?" Medusa rolls her eyes, "Oh don't worry. We're just here to buy an album, that's all." Dean pulls Maeve into his side as he flicks through and picks up an album. She raises a brow, immediately recognizing the symbol on the cover. They turn to Sam as they approach the counter, "You know I couldn't figure out what that symbol was and then I realised that it doesn't mean anything. It's the logo for the Blue Oyster Cult." Dean smirks towards Craig causing the man to flinch. "Tell me Craig, You into BOC? Or just sacring the hell outta people? Know why don't you tell us about that house...without lying through your ass this time."
Craig sighs, "All right, um. My cousin Dana was on break from TCU. I guess we were just bored, looking for something to do. So I showed her this abandoned dump I found. We thought it would be funny if we made it look like it was haunted. So we painted symbols on the wall, some from albums, some from some of Dana's theology textbooks. Then we found out this guy Murdock 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 it's own. I mean I thought it was funny at first but...that girl's dead! It was just a joke, you know. I mean, none of it was real, we just made the whole thing up. I swear!" The trio give each other deadpan looks, before Sam nods. "All right." Sam, Dean and Medusa turn to leave; as they walk out, Dean leans closer to his brother with a frown. "If none of it was real how the hell do you explain Mordechai?"
Two hours later, back at the motel; Maeve is taking another nap, one to which Sam had rolled his eyes at before he left for the shower. Dean, who had run to the store to grab a few things; enters and walks over to Sam's bed, lifting a packet labelled 'Itching Powder.' He pauses, listening carefully to check and make sure his brother was still in the shower. A smirk climbing onto his lips when he got his answer, he pauses once more when his eyes land on Maeve. He slowly moves over to sit next to her, causing her to stir awake. "Dean?" She mumbles softly, as he smiles; running his hand through her hair. His heart skips when she leans into his touch, "Yeah, it's me, beautiful. I've got a little surprise for Sammy, but you just rest until we're ready to go." She nods at his words, as he leans down to kiss her on the forehead. While, normally she would just be sleepy to catch on 'years' of her life; last night she had actually had a nightmare that kept the tree of them up for most of the night. The brothers silently agreeing to help her calm down the rest of the night, and with having gone to the music store first thing, she didn't get the opportunity to sleep.
Dean stands up and calls out to his brother, "Hey, I'm back." Maeve, deciding that she could sleep more later; slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes and watching her lover. Sam speaks up from the bathroom, "Hey, where were you?" He asks, "Oh, I went out." Dean picks up Sam's underwear from the bed and shakes the content of the packet onto it. Maeve shakes her head as he gives her a wink, "So, I think I might have a theory about what's going on." Sam shouts out, Dean who is still shaking the powder into Sam's pants, raises his head in response. "Oh yeah?" Dean asks, "What if Mordechai is a Tulpa?" Maeve sits up at the question, it made sense; but from what she's read about them, they are extremely rare. "Tulpa?" She asks, Dean finishes up and shoves the packet into his pocket. Sam emerges from the bathroom, in only a towel. "Yeah, a Tibetan thought form."
Dean swings around hastily, throwing his brother a glare as Maeve clears her throat and moves to leave the motel room. "Ahh, yeah, I know what a Tulpa is. Hey, why don't you get dressed, I wanna go grab something to eat." Dean enters the bathroom, smiling at Sam as he closes the door. Maeve leaves to wait outside for the two brothers, Sam watches them with a frown, then turns to pick up his underwear.
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ππππππ ππππ π΄ππππππ later, Maeve, Dean and Sam sat down at a table outside of a small restaurant where they had stopped for food. A server soon bringing them over three cups of coffee and Maeve a muffin Dean had ordered for her. "There you go, guys." Dean gives the man a smile, and takes their coffees. "Thank you." Sam grimaces and adjusted his jeans, Maeve gives him a sympathetic look as Dean smirks as he watches his brother. "Dude, what's your problem?" Maeve pinches Dean under the table as Sam gives his brother a bitch face. "Nothing, I'm fine." He shifts again, "Yeah?" Dean questions, both brothers pausing for a moment. "Yeah." Sam looks between Maeve and Dean; the female looking extremely guilty as his brother looks super smug about something. "So, ahhh, all right keep going. What about these Tulpas?" Medusa scoffs lightly at Dean as she begins to nibble on her muffin. "Ok, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915. Group of monks visualised a golem in their head. The meditated on it so hard they bought the thing to life. Outta thin air."
"So?" The couple ask together, "That was 20 monks. Imagine what 10,000 web surfers could do. I mean Craig starts the story about Mordechai, then it spreads, goes online. Now there are countless people all believing in the bastard." Maeve hums lightly, her head cocking to the side. What if...? No, she couldn't be, could she? "Now, wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai he's real?" Dean asks, a frown pulling onto his lips. "I dunno, maybe." Sam shrugs, "What about me? People believe in Medusa, does that mean I'm a Tulpa?" The brothers turn to her with frowns, "No. You're a real living breathing person; they believe in you becuase you're real, not because someone made you up." Maeve slowly nods at Sam's words as Dean grabs her hand and gives her a small smile. "I love you." He rumbles, she smiles. "I love you too." He gives her a kiss before turning to Sam with a smug smirk. "People believe in Santa Claus, how come I'm not getting hooked up every christmas?" Dean asks his brother, Maeve and Sam scoff at the same time. "Cause you're a bad person." They reply together, Dean rolls his eyes with a pout on his lips. "And because of this..."
Sam turns his laptop, showing Dean a photo of one of the Hell House symbols. "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 thoughts like a magnifying glass. So people are on the Hell Hounds 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 explains to the couple who nod in acknowledgment. "It would explain why he keeps changing." Maeve speaks up, Sam grimaces and adjusts himself again. "Right, as the legend changes, people think different things, so the legend itself changes. Like a game of telephone. That would also explain why the rock salt didn't work." Sam grunts out with a frown, as he shifts again. "Yeah, because he's not a traditional spirit."
Sam, still fidgeting, nods in agreement. "Yeah." Maeve shoots him a grimace, then shoots Dean a glare. "Ok. So, why don't we just... uhh⦠get this spirit sigil thingie off the wall and off the website?" Dean asks, clearing his throat as he tries to fight off Maeve's glare. "Well, it's not that simple. You see, once Tupla's are created they take on a life of their own." Sam explains, Maeve and Dean groan slightly at his words. "Great. So, if he really is a thought form how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?" Dean snips in exaggeration, Sam, who is once more itching and adjusting, speaks up. "Well, it's not gunna be easy with these guys helping us. Check out their home page." Sam shows Dean footage from the previous night. "Since they've posted the footage their number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone." Maeve's eyes widened as she smacks Dean on the arm and jumps up. "I got a great idea! Come on." She speaks before moving away from them.
"Where we going?" Sam calls to her, both brothers looking super confused about her statement. "We gotta find a copy store." She replies with a smirk, it finally seems to click and they rise to go. Sam grunts, still itching and jiggling. "Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or something." Dean laughs as he walks away, and Sam finally figures it out. "You did this?" Dean continues laughing as Sam glares after his brother, gathering his things; all the while he continues to fidget.
"You're a friggin jerk!"
"Oh yeah."
Two hours later, after a quick change of clothes and a shower from Sam; the trio stand outside of a trailer that held their newest annoying 'friends'. Dean shoots his brother a look, before pounding on the door with a groan. "Who is it!" Harry calls out, "Come on out here guys, we hear you in there." Dean replies with an eye roll, he really didn't like these morons. They stick their heads out the door, Harry immediately blushes at the sight of Maeve. "Ah, would you look at that! Action figures in their original packaging, what a shock." Dean grunts out sarcastically with a glare. "Guys, we need to talk." Sam speaks up, smacking his brother's arm. "Yeah, um, sorry guys. We're ahhh, a little bit busy right now." Ed tries, but it doesn't work out for him. "Ok well we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website." Ed starts laughing in Dean's face. "Well these guys got us busted last night, spent the night in a holding cell..." Harry interrupts with wide eyes, "I had to pee in that cell urinal. In front of people. And I get stage fright." Dean and Maeve roll their eyes at his words. "Why should we trust you guys?" Ed asks, raising a brow. "Look guys. We all know what we saw last night, what's in that house. But now thanks to your website there are thousands of people hearing about Mordechai."
"That's right which means people are gunna keep showing up at the Hell House, running into him in person, somebody could get hurt." Maeve speaks up, her glare causing them to flinch. "Yeah, yeah..." Ed tries to act tough, but no one buys it. "Ed maybe she's got a point, maybe..." Harry started out, only for his buddy to scoff with a shake of his head. "Nope..." They have a small stare down before Harry turns to the trio once more. "No." His voice cracks, "We have an obligation to our fans, to the truth." Maeve scoffs, if only they knew the truth. "Well, I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now." Dean lunged for them, only to have Maeve and Sam pull him back. "Dean, Dean, it's ok." Sam turns to Ed and Harry. "Hey, just forget it, all right? These guys...probably bitch slap them both, I could probably even tell them that thing about Mordechai...but they still won't help us. Let's just go." The trio turn to leave, "Whoa.. whoa..." Ed and Harry start off slowly for a minute causing them to smirk, Fish? Say hello to bait. "Yeah, you're right." Sam, Maeve and Dean start to walk away, Ed and Harry trailing behind.
"What you say about...?"
"Hang on a second here."
"Wait...wait."
"What thing about Mordechai you guys?"
"Don't tell 'em, Sam." Maeve starts, playing her roll. "But if they agree to shut the website down, Maeve." Sam starts off, Dean shakes his head at his brother. "They're not going to do it, you said so yourself." He insisted towards Sam, "No wait. Wait. Don't listen to him ok? We'll do it. We'll do it." Ed insists, "It's a secret Sam." Sam sighs dramatically, before he turns to Ed and Harry. "Look, it is a really 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 gives him a look, Ed nods immediately. "Totally." Maeve and Dean shake their heads at Sam on last time before he turns to the morons. "All right." Dean hands them some paperwork, "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 gun shot wound." Sam explains as they read the paper in their hands. "That's right he didn't hang or cut himself." Maeve speaks up, crossing her arms over her chest. "He shot himself?" Ed asks, a disappointed look crossing over his face. "Yep. With a .45 pistol. To this day they say he's terrified of them." Dean nods along with his brother before he speaks up to finish for Sam. "Matter of fact they say if you shoot him with a .45, loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds it'd kill the son of a bitch."
Ed and Harry snigger gleefully, Harry spins and bolts back toward the trailer, Ed follows more slowly. "Harry. Slow your roll buddy. They're gunna know we're excited." Maeve smirks as she turns towards the boys, "Told ya, they'd buy it. Like taking candy from a baby." She moves to make her way back towards the impala. "You know, you worry me sometimes, sweetheart."
Thirty minutes later, Sam, sits across from Maeve and Dean in a booth, Sam looking at his laptop. Dean reaches up to the 3D artwork of a fisherman holding a big fish and pulls the cord. The fisherman's mouth moves up and down and an extremeley annoying laugh plays. Maeve shoots Dean a look as she smacks him, Sam pulling the cord to stop it. "If you pull that string one more time I'm gunna kill you." Sam threatens, Dean, deadpan, stares at Sam while pulling the cord again. Sam immediately stops it, glaring. "Dean, if you pull it again, you won't get anything from me." Dean immediately pouts and looks away, a minute passes before he sighs; throwing his head back. "Come on, you two, you need more laughter in your life. You know you're way too tense."
Sam gives Dean another dirty look; Dean sighs once more as he grabs Maeve's hand. Their fingers intertwining together, "They post it yet?" Sam moves the laptop around so Dean and Maeve can see it and stabs at his salad angrily. He begins to read it out loud, "We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms. All right. How long do we wait?" Dean asks, "Long enough for the new story to spread, and the legend to change. I figure by nightfall iron rounds will work on the sucker." Sam holds his beer out to Dean, who lifts his own and taps it.
"Sweet." Dean takes a long drink and Sam starts grinning. Dean goes to put the bottle down but it is stuck to his hand. Sam cracks up as Dean stares at it, confused. Maeve lets out a small laugh as Dean slowly looks towards his brother with wide eyes. "You didn't." Sam laughs, holding up super glue. "Oh, I did!" Dean shakes his hand while Sam reaches to set the fisherman laughing again.
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π³ππππ ππππ πππππ, two cops are searching the surrounds with their torches. "I'm telling ya, I heard something. Coming from over there." The noise of the fisherman laughing can be heard. "See? See? There it is again." The cop calls out, "What is tha..." They find the fisherman stuck in a tree, laughing.
A little ways away, Maeve, Dean and then Sam enter the house on alert, guns and flashlights drawn, and begin a methodical search, staying back to back. Maeve frowns slightly at the feeling of hers; it was a strange feeling. Dean readjusts his gun hand, before speaking up snarky. "I barely have any skin left on my palm." Dean hisses towards his brother. "I'm not touching that line with a ten foot pole." Maeve pauses, and shines her torch in Sam's face so he winces, then moves into the other room. Sam and Dean follows, the older brother smirking towards the younger one. "So, you think old Mordechai's home?" Dean asks, "I don't know." Maeve opens her mouth to speak up, but a voice from behind them beats her to it. "Me either." The trio
spin, pointing their guns at Ed and Harry. "WHOA! WHOA!"
"What are you trying to do, get yourself killed?" Sam snarls towards the two morons. "We're just trying to get a book and movie deal ok?"From the basement comes the sound of knives being sharpened. Sam, Maeve and Dean are immediately back on alert. "Oh crap." Ed and Harry crowd in close behind Sam, Maeve and Dean with their camera. "Ah guys, you wanna...you wanna open that door for me?" Ed asks them, a scared tone in his voice. "Why don't you?" Dean snarks back, just as Mordechai bursts through the door holding an axe and screaming. Sam and Dean empty their gun chambers. Maeve, who didn't fire, watched as he holds on, then wavers and disappears into mist. The trio wait a beat, then take off to ensure the other rooms are clear. "Oh God. He's gone. He's gone."
"Did you get him?"
"Yeah, they got him."
"No, on camera, did you get him on camera."
"Well I..."
"Let me see it, let me see it." Harry takes the camera and flips it open. Mordechai appears, slams his axe through the camera, forcing Harry to the ground and disappears again. Maeve and Dean run in, "Hey! Didn't you guys post that B.S story we gave you?" Dean shouts to them with a glare, "Of course we did." Ed replies, Sam appears in the other door, gun at the ready. "But, then our server crashed." Maeve immediately groans at the new information. "Yeah." Ed grunts out, "So it didn't take?" She asks, Harry gulps as he stares at her with a blush. "UH...mmm..." Dean throws his hands him in exasperation. "So, these guns don't work." Dean snips, "Thank god." Maeve mutters as she slips her gun into her pants and pulls out her sword. "It's party time." She gives a grin causing the four males to stare at her with slight fear in their eyes. Although, they all had a pinch of something else in their eyes as she moves away.
"Yeah.
"Great. Sam, any ideas? Other than Maeve playing swords with the damn thing?"
"Hey! I don't play!"
"We are getting out of here."
"Yeah. Great."
Harry and Ed run past Dean to the other room, where Mordechai appears again. Screaming, they run to the front door, but it is locked. Mordechai follows them. "Jesus Mary and Joseph." Harry gaps in shock and fear, "The power of christ compels you, the power of christ compels you. THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!" Ed starts shouting, but it doesn't do much of anything until Sam pops up from behind them. "HEY! Come and get it you ugly son of a bitch." They immediately engage in a fight, while Maeve and Dean start to work in the other rooms; their new plan in motion, until Mordechai pins Sam against the wall, axe across his throat. He then turns to Ed and Harry. "Get out of here, now!" Sam yells, "We're out of here..." Medusa and Dean are in the other room splashing keRosene everywhere. Mordechai lifts Sam off his feet with the pressure of the axe at his throat. Sam gasps for breath, "Dean." Dean and Maeve appear, Maeve taking a shot at the ghost to gain his attention. "HEY!" Dean holds up a spray bottle and lights the gas, a plume of fire appears. He yells to Sam, "Go go go!"
Sam runs past them, Dean and Maeve follow, pulling Sam as he stops and leans over, holding his throat. "Mordechai can't leave the house, we can't kill him? We improvise." Dean holds up his lighter, flicks it, and throws it back into the room. It bursts into flame and the trio run outside. "That's your solution? Burn the whole damn place to the ground?" Sam questions his brother with a scoff as he shoots Dean a glare. "Well, nobody 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." He had a decent point, "Well, what if the legend changes again and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?" Sam questions, "Well then we'll just have to come back." They watch the house burn, "Kinda makes you wonder. Of all the things we hunted, how many existed just because people believed in them." Maeve looks down at his words, she still wondered that as well. Did she exist because people made up stories about her? Or did the stories come from her own life? She knew the boys didn't believe that, but there was still a little nagging voice in the back of her mind that made her question whether or not she was real.
She still hasn't been able to figure those answers out.
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"And create the RPG." Harry finishes, "The what?" Maeve and Dean ask together. "Role playing game." Ed responds in kind, "Right." The mutter out. "A little lingo for you. Excuse us, we're off to la-la land." Maeve snorts at his words, "Well congratulations guys. That sounds really great." Sam speaks, trying to sound genuine, but failing horribly. "Yeah. That's awesome, best of luck to you." Dean draws out, "Oh yeah, luck. That has nothing to do with it. It's about talent. Sheer unabashed talent." They all nod at each other. "Later."
They get in the car and start pulling off. "See ya round..." The trio watches them leave, "Wow." Dean groans out. "I hope we never see them again." Maeve murmurs, making Dean smile at her words. "I have a confession to make." Sam speaks up as they turn to make their way back to the impala. "What's that?" Dean asks, "I...uh...I was the one that called them and told them I was a producer." Maeve looks towards him with a raised eyebrow as Dean laughs. "Yeah, well I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat." They both laugh, Maeve shakes her head with an amused look. "Truce?" Sam asks, "Yeah truce. At least for the next 100 miles." Maeve groans as she climbs into the back, Dean and Sam sharing a smile over the hood. "Wanna join in this time, sweetheart?" Dean asks, as the brothers climb in behind her. "Hell no, I want to sleep. I still have about two hundred years worth to catch up on." The brother's chuckle at her words as she curls up onto the seats, Dean swiftly taking off his jacket and gently placing it over her. Sam watches with a small smile on his face, turning away when Dean spins back around to start up the impala.
Time to hit the road again.
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