《Supernatural x Male!Reader Season 1》Supernatural x Male!Reader Part 26!
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NOTES: Its been a real f**king long time since I made a part and I'm sorry for that. I don't go on my laptop all the time anymore because I'm a lazy f**k. I'm not gonna do the whole 'Oh, life has gotten in the way, so much has happened in the last few weeks' and what not. Cuz if I just didn't wanna do it, I'mma tell you that I didn't wanna do it, plus no one needs to know that my life has been hard lately, its life. Life is meant to be hard, it never gets easier kids.
And this is where everyone calls me a b**ch and tells me to f**k myself, did I ever say I was a nice person? No I did not. Also, I swear I'm not a big a**hole in real life. Alright, enough of hurting peoples feelings for a day and get to what y'all really wanted to read.
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Episode: Season 1 Episode 17
Part: 4
Key:
(M/n) = Male name
WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom.
Enjoy~!
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~At the motel~
Dean entered the room, hearing the shower running, and saw (M/n) looking at their fathers journal.
He walked over to Sam's bed, lifting a packet labelled 'Itching Powder'.
"Hey, I'm back." He called out.
"Hey, where were you?" His little brother asked from the bathroom.
"Oh, I went out."
Dean picked up Sam's underwear from the bed, glanced at (M/n) who was still not paying attention, and shook the contents of the packet into them.
"So, I think I might have a theory about what's going on." Sam said.
"Oh yeah?"
"What if Mordechai is a Tulpa?"
"Tulpa?"
"Yeah, a Tibetan thought form." The taller male said, coming out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist.
The older Winchester turned around, "Ahh, yeah, I know what a Tulpa is. Hey, why don't you get dressed, I wanna go grab something to eat." He said, going into the bathroom, smirking.
~Timeskip to a restaurant~
"There ya go fellas." The server said.
"Thank you." Dean took his and Sam's coffee.
"Is he sure he doesn't want anything?" The server asked, pointing to the demon.
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"Nah, he's on a strict diet." Dean replied, the server nodded and walked away.
Sam grimaced and adjusted his jeans.
"Dude, whats your problem?" Dean asked, (M/n) looking at the male weird.
"Nothing, I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"So, all right, keep going. What about these Tulpas?"
"I found there was an incident in Tibet in 1915. Group of monks visualized a golem in their heads. They meditated on it so hard, they brought it to life." (M/n) said.
"So?" Dean asked.
"That was 20 monks. Imagine what 10,000 web surfers could do. I mean, Craig starts the story, then it spreads around. Gets itself online.Now theres countless people that believe he's real."
"Now wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?"
The demon took a second to think and then nodded, "Yeah, basically."
Sam was looking uncomfortable.
"People believe in Santa Claus, how come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?"
"I don't think that's how it works, Dean."
"You're a bad person. And because of this-" The younger Winchester turned his latop to show dean.
"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 magnifying glass. So people are on the HellHounds website, staring at the symbol, thinking about Mordechai...I mean, I don't know, but it might be enough to bring it to life." Sam explained.
"It would explain why he keeps changing."
Sam grimaced and adjusted himself again. "Right, as legend changes, it changes the Tulpa. That explains why rock salt didn't work on him."
"Yeah, cuz he's not a traditional spirit."
"So why don't we just take this sigil thingy off the wall?" The demon asked.
"Its not that easy, the Tulpa takes a life on its own once they are created."
"Great. So if he really is a thought form, how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?"
"Well, its not gonna be easy with these guys helping us. Check out their home page."
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Sam said, still itching. He showed Dean footage from the previous night.
"Since they've posted the video, their number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone."
"Can I kill these guys?" (M/n) asked.
"No, come on, I got an idea." Dean said getting up.
"Where are we going?"
"We gotta find a copy store."
Sam kept itching and jiggling. "Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or something."
Dean started laughing and walked away.
"You did this?"
He just kept laughing.
"You're a friggin jerk!"
"Oh yeah."
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~Trailer Park~
Ed and Harry sit in a trailer with all their equipment.
"No, no, no, forget it. Forget it! I'm not going back in there again." Harry said.
"Harry. Look at me. Right here. Ok? You are a ghost hunter, ok?"
"I know but, Ed, I've never seen a real ghost before. Like a real ghost."
"This stuff here...this is our ticket to the big time right here. Fame, money, sex. With girls. Ok? Be brave. WWBD. What Would Buffy Do. Huh?"
"What would Buffy do." Harry whispered.
"I would hope not get herself in danger."
The two screamed as they turned to see the demon was in the trailer with them.
"How'd you get in here!?" Ed yelled.
"That's confidential info." The boy smiled.
"This is trespassing!" Harry yelled.
"I'll make it look like a murder scene in a minute."
"(M/n)! Stop it!" Sam yelled, from outside the trailer.
The male rolled his eyes and opened the door and walked out.
"What do you guys want?" Ed asked.
"We need to talk." Sam said.
"Yeah, um, sorry guys. We're ahhhh, a little bit busy right now."
"Ok, well, we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website." Dean said.
Ed laughed. "Man, you know, these guys got us busted last night, spent the night in a holding cell...."
"I had to pee in that cell urinal. Infront of people. I get stage fright." Harry complained.
"Boo hoo, does the big baby want a hug?" (M/n) mocked, earning a elbow in the ribs from the taller male.
"Why should we trust you guys?"
"Look. 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." Sam said.
"That's right. Which means people are gonna keep showing up at the Hell House, running ino him in person. Somebody could get hurt." Dean said.
"Yeah, yeah..." Ed said.
"Ed, maybe he has a point, maybe...."
"Nope....We have an obligation to our fans, to the truth."
"Well I have an obligation to kick your little asses right now-" Dean started, but Sam stopped him.
"Dean- Dean, hey hey, just, forget it, all right? These guys...." He sighed, "probably bitch slap them both, I could probably even tell them that thing, about Mordechai....but they're still not gonna help us. Lets just go guys." Sam said turning around.
"Yeah, you're right." Dean and (M/n) soon turned around, and the three started to walk away, Ed and Harry following.
"What you say about...""
"Hang on a second."
"Wait....wait."
"What thing about Mordechai you guys?" The two kept asking.
"Don't tell them Sam."
"But if they agree to shut down the website."
"They're not gonna do it, you said so yourself." (M/n) piped in, playing along with the guys.
"No, wait. Wait. Don't listen to him ok? We'll do it. We'll do it." Ed finally said.
"Its a secret Sam." Dean commented.
Sam looked at Ed and Harry. "Look, it is a really big deal all right. And it wasn't easy to dig it up. So only if we have your word that you'll shut everything down."
"Totally."
"All right."
Dean handed them some paperwork.
"Its 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."
"That's right, he didn't hang or cut himself." Dean added.
"He shot himself?" Ed asked.
"Yep, With a .45 pistol. To this day they say he's terrified of them."
"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."
Ed and Harry snicker gleefully. Harry spins and bolts back toward the trailer, Ed follows more slowly.
"Harry. Slow your roll buddy. Their gonna know we're excited."
"Heh, idiots." (M/n) laughed.
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