P.S. Don't dump glitter all over your desk......not a good idea...

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Episode: Season 1 Episode 17

Part: 5

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 a café~

The trio were sitting in a booth. (M/n) was sitting next to Dean. Sam was looking at his laptop. Dean reached up to the 3D artwork of a fisherman holding a big fish and pulls the cord. The fisherman's mouth moves up and down, playing an extremely annoying laugh.

Sam pulled the cord to stop it. "If you pull that string one more time, I'm gonna kill you."

Dean deadpanned, while staring at Sam, he pulled the cord again. The younger immediately stopped it, glaring at Dean.

Both Dean and (M/n) were giggling.

"Come on man, you need more laughter in your life. You know you're way too tense."

Sam gave his brother a dirty look.

"They post it yet?

Sam moved his laptop around so the other two can see, and then stabbed his salad angrily.

(M/n) read it out loud, "We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms. Ok, so how long do we wait?"

"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 held his beer out for Dean to tap it. Dean tapped the glass and took a long drink. Sam started grinning. Dean went to put his bottle down, but it was stuck to his hand. Sam cracked up as Dean looked at him.

"You didn't."

The taller was laughing, holding up super glue. "Oh I did."

The older Winchester shook his hand while his brother laughed. Sam pulled the string to set the fisherman laughing again.

~Time skip to the Hell House~

It was night and the two cops where searching around, with their flashlights.

"I'm telling ya, I heard something. Coming from over there." The first cop said.

The noise of the fisherman laughing could be heard.

"See? See? There it is again."

"What is tha..." The second cop began.

The find to fisherman stuck in a tree, laughing.

~Inside~

Dean, Sam, and (M/n) entered the house, on alert, guns drawn. Of course (M/n) didn't have one. They began a methodical search, staying back to back. Dean readjusts his gun hand.

"I barley have any skin left on my palm." He said snarky.

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

Dean shined his flashlight in Sam's face until his winces, then moved into the other room. The two other males following.

"So, you think old Mordechai's home?"

"I don't know."

"Me either." They heard from behind.

Sand and Dean spun, pointing their guns at Ed and Harry.

"Whoa! Whoa!" Ed yelled.

"Oh great, now we have hthe experts here..." The demon grumbled.

"What are you tryingto do, get yourself killed?" Sam exclaimed.

"We're just trying to get a book and a movie deal, ok?"

From the basemen comes the sound of knives being sharpened. The trio were immediately back on alert.

Ed and Harry crowded close to Sam and Dea n with their camera.

"Ah, guy, you wanna....you wanna open that door for us?"

"Why don't you?" The demon snapped at Ed.

Mordechai burst through the door, holding an axe and screaming. San and Dean empty their gun chambers. He holds on, then wavers and disappears into a mist. The two wait a beat, then take off to ensure the other rooms are clear.

"Oh god. He's gone. Hes gone." Ed trailed on.

"Did you guys get him?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, hey got him."

"No, on camera, did you get him on camera."

"Ah, I..."

Harry took the camera and flipped it open. Mordechai appeared, slammed his ax through the camera. Forcing Harry ot the ground and disappeared.

(M/n) started yelling at the two. "Didn't you guys post that b.s. story we gave you?"

"Of course we did."

Sam and Dean entered the room, gun at the ready.

"But then our server crashed."

"So it didn't take?"

"Uh...mmmm.."

"So these, these guns don't work." Dean sighed.

"Yeah."

"Great. Sam, any ideas?"

"We are getting outta here." Harry said, grabbing Ed and they ran past Dean to the other room, Mordechai appeaered again. Screaming, the two ran to the front door but it is locked. The thing followed them.

The two started yelling things at the ghost. (M/n) showed up. "Hey! Come and get it you ugly bastard!" He yelled.

Him and Mordechai fought, till he pinned (M/n) against the wall, axe across his throat.

"Get out of here, now!" The demon yelled at Ed and Harry. In response the two ran out of the house.

Dean and Sam where in the other room, splashing kerosene everywhere. Mordechai lifted the boy off his feet with the pressure of the axe at his throat.

"Dean!" (M/n) gasped.

Dean appeared, he held up a spray bottle and lights the gas, a plume of fire appears.

"Go, go, go!" He yelled at (M/n).

Sam ran past him, (Followed by (M/n) and Dean.

"Mordechai cant leave the house, we cant kill him. We improvise." Dean explained. He hold his lighter, flicks it, and throws it back in the room. It bursts into flame and the boys run outside.

"That was your solution? Burn the whole damn place to the ground?" The demon asked.

"Well, nobody will go in anymore. I mean look, Mordechai can't haunt a house if there's no house to haunt. Its fast and dirty, but it works."

"Makes sense."

They watched the house burn.

"Kinda makes you wonder. Of all the things we hunt, how many existed just cuz people believed in them." Sam said.

~Time skip~

Sam, Dean, and (M/n) were hanging out by a picnic table at the trailer park. Ed and Harry approach carrying grocery bags.

"I was thinkin that Mordachai has a really super high attack bonus."

"Man, I got the munchies right now." He looked at the three. "Gentlemen."

"Sup."

"Should we tell 'em."

"Hey, might as well, you know, they're going to read about it in the trades."

"So this morning, we got a phone call from a very important Hollywood producer." Harry said proudly.

"Oh yeah, wrong number?" Dean asked.

"No, smart-ass. He read all about the Hell House on our website and wants to option the motion picture rights. Maybe even have us write it."

The placed their grocery bags into a totally overloaded car.

"And create the RPG."

"The what?" Dean asked.

"Role playing game."

"Right."

"A little lingo for you. Anyhoo, excuse us, we're off to la-la land."

"Well, congrats guys. That sounds really great." (M/n) smiled.

"Yeah, that's awesome, best of luck to you." Sam said.

"Oh yeah, luck. That has nothing to do with it. Its about talent. Sheer unabashed talent." Ed said.

They all nodded.

"Later." Ed said, before both got into the car, starting to pull off.

"Wow." Dean watched them leave.

"I have a confession to make." The demon said.

"What's that."

"I was the one that called them and told them I was a producer."

Dean and Sammy started to laugh. "Well, I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat." Dean said.

All three started to laugh.

"Truce?" Sam looked at Dean.

"Yeah, truce. At least for the next 100 miles."

They all climbed in the Impala and drove off.