I walked into the main room as Dean exclaimed, "This whole damn job is bugging me. I thought that the legend says this guy only goes after chicks."
"It does," Sam responded, distracted by his computer.
Dean glanced at me, watching me sit back down next to him on the bed. I laid back resting my head in his lap as he said, "I mean that explains why he went after you, but why me?"
I giggled lightly smacking his thigh, rolling my eyes. I looked over to Sam as he tensed at Dean's joke, clearly not finding it funny.
"Hilarious," he said unamused, "Legend also says he hung himself, but did you see his slit wrists?"
"Yeah, that is weird, none of this is adding up," I said scrunching my face in confusion. The two boys paused for a minute looking at me, almost looking confused because I actually talked. Again, I rolled my eyes.
Sam cleared his throat and said, "Yeah he also had that axe. I mean ghosts usually are pretty strict. Repeating the same things over and over."
"His keeps changing," Dean said frustrated, as he started to play with my hair softly.
"Exactly," Sam said, sounding almost as frustrated as Dean, "The story goes... Wait a minute."
I turned my head to look his way as I asked, "What?"
"Someone added a new post to the Hellhounds website," Sam said, causing me to roll my eyes. Why the hell is he still looking at that website? "They say that Mordechai Murdock was really a sadist who chopped up his victims with an axe before slitting his wrists, now he's imprisoned in the house for eternity."
As if he was ignoring everything Sam was saying, Dean shot up like he remembered something. I moved out of his lap as realization crossed his face. I looked at him in confusion, and he explained, "I think I know where this all started. Come on."
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I looked out of the window as Dean parked the car, and was immediately confused as to why we are back at this music shop. I shared a glance with Dean through the rearview mirror as he said, "This is the music shop that one kid, Craig, works at. We questioned him two days ago while you were sleeping in the car. He was the one who told us about the guy who lived in the house."
I nodded my head still confused as to how all this matters, "Okay, why are we back?"
Dean smirked, "You'll see."
I scoffed as he exited the car, and helped me out of the back seat. I straightened myself out before following the two boys in front of me into the small shop. I looked around once we entered, and saw all the discs shown in the isles, and noticed a kid walking to the back.
"Hey, Craig," Dean said loudly, catching the kids attention.
His shoulders seemed to tense before turning around, "Listen guys, I'm really not in the mood to answer any more of your questions."
I studied the kid for a moment noticing how defeated he looked, how his shoulders were slumped forward, the way he carried himself. He was sad. Which is totally understandable since two people he knew were killed in that damn house.
"Oh, don't worry man we are just here to buy an album, man," Dean said walking around to appear like he was genuinely searching for the perfect one, but I knew he had his eyes set for one in particular. That has to be why we are here, again.
Craig turned around and started to organize a cart, while Dean picked up the album he was looking for.
Dean looked back at Craig accusingly before slowly walking over to him as he explained to Sam and I, "You know I couldn't figure out what that symbol was, and then I realized it doesn't mean anything." He turned his attention back to the kid, who had his back facing us, "It's the logo for Blue Oyster Cult. Now tell me Craig are you into BOC or just scaring the crap out of people."
The young kid scratched the back of his head before turning around to look at Dean as he continued, "Now why don't you tell us about that house without lying through your ass this time."
Craig took the album from Dean's hands and gulped looking down to the ground, almost looking like a kid who got caught stealing cookies or something. I smirked at his reaction and raised my eyebrows at him to explain when he looked over to Sam and I.
He let out a heavy sigh and started to explain, "Alright. My cousin Dana, she was on break from school. I guess we were just bored looking for something to do, so I showed her this abandoned dump I found. Thought it would be funny to make it look like it was haunted. So we painted symbols on the walls, some from albums others from her theology textbooks. Then we made up some story, and it spread quickly. Then thee two guys put it on their stupid website. I thought it was funny at first, but know that girl is dead."
I looked at the boy in front of me and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He feels responsible for what is happening, which he kind of is, but if none of this was real, why were things happening.
We all walked away awkwardly as Dean asked quietly, "If none of this was real, how do you explain last night?"
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I sat patiently waiting in the motel room waiting for Dean to get back with more pain meds for me as Sam took a shower. I sighed flipping through the tv channels, not really finding anything to watch. I groaned in irritation for the lack of entertainment here.
Sighing I brought my hands up to my face and rubbed at my eyes, trying to get the tiredness to leave. Sighing again I threw the remote on the bedside table, and started to slowly get out of the bed. I winced a few times, but I was feeling really hungry so I really didn't care at the moment.
I grabbed my cane and hobbled to the small mini fridge that was in the corner of the room. I lent down slightly reaching for a half eaten burger. I gasped quietly as I stood up straight, feeling my stitches pull in my stomach. I placed the burger in the microwave and sat down at the small table near the window.
Suddenly Dean came bursting through the door with a large smile plastered across his face. I looked at him curiously as he approached Sam's clothes that were spread across one of the beds. I raised my eyebrows as he started to pour some kind of powder in and around his underwear.
"What are you doing," I asked curiously.
Dean turned around and smirked at me, "Oh, just having a little fun. You'll see."
I rolled my eyes at him as the microwave beeped signaling my burger was done heating up. I went to stand up but Dean quickly walked over and got the food for me, placing it in front of me. I smiled thankfully at him as my stomach started to growl in hunger.
Dean chuckled lightly as he said, "Well at least your appetite is coming back."
I paused slightly before taking a bite of the delicious burger in front of me. I know he was just happy for me but reminding me about the fact that I haven't really been eating wasn't really helping. I pulled away from the burger and forced a smile his way.
He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck as he realized what he said as Sam walked out with just a towel wrapped around his waist. My eyes bugged out at seeing his practically naked body, and Dean quickly raised his hand to cover my eyes.
"Dude," Dean said loudly.
"Oh, shit! Sorry, I forgot my clothes," Sam said sheepishly as he grabbed his clothes and went back into the bathroom quickly. I shook my head and smiled softly and swatted his hand away from my face. "Hey I think I have a theory," Sam shouted from the bathroom, "What if Mordechai is a Tulpa."
I never even thought of that, it would make sense. I mean his MO has been changing every time someone posts something about him on that stupid fan page. I looked at Dean and nodded my head signaling I agreed with Sam.
"Okay, we can talk about it over some food," Dean said.
I looked up to him a little irritated since I'm already eating, but said nothing as Sam emerged from the bathroom ready to leave. I slowly stood up from the chair and threw away the plastic plate. I hobbled over to Dean and grabbed his hand as we made our way outside.
"You know I'm not hungry anymore right," I whispered to him.
Dean turned to me as he helped me into the backseat and said, "Yes, but I'm starving and you just ate my burger."
I nudged his shoulder and he shut the door for me making his way to the driver's seat and drove to the diner we went to on our first night here.