~*****~

Dean pounded his fist against the trailer door of the infamous, Ghost Facers.  A shrill squeal immediately echoed from inside and I immediately thought they were going at it. "Who is it?!" I hear the voice of Harry call out.

"Come on out, boys. I can hear you in there!" I call, smiling to myself as Dean came back to my side and wrapped an arm around my waist.

"It's the babe!" I hear Ed cry, and then they started giggling excitedly. They flew out the door and stopped in their tracks once they spotted Sam and Dean. The excitement literally melted off their faces.

"Ah, would you look at that! Action figures in their original packaging- what a shock!" Dean teased.

"Guys, we need to talk." Sam pleaded and they pursed their lips.

"Yeah, um, sorry guys. We're all, a little busy right now." Ed retorted.

"Okay well, we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website." Dean told them blandly. Ed just laughed incredulously.

"Man, you know, these guys got us busted last night, spent the night in a holding cell..." Ed said to Harry.

"I had to pee in that cell urinal. In front of people. And I get stage fright." Harry snapped, pointing a finger at us and shaking his head.

"Why should we trust you guys?" Ed asked.

"Look, guys. We all know what we saw last night, whats in the house. But now, thanks to your website, there are thousands of people hearing about Mordachai." Sam warned.

"And, with them all hearing about it, they'll be swarming the house." I recite gently, stalking towards the two. I stood in between Ed and Harry, and wrapped my arms around their shoulders and sighed out. "I'd hate for someone else to get hurt. And, if you guys did this for us, I'd like, totally be in your debt." I say in a sultry tone. They both physically sigh out in awe as I pull away and return to Sam and Dean.

"Ed, maybe they got a point." Harry said nervously, his face starting to turn red.

Ed was in a daze for a bit before he shook his head. "No, we have an obligation to our fans. To the truth!" Ed told us, trying to sound all noble.

"Well, I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now-" Dean started, smiling in annoyance as Sam cut him off.

"Dean- Dean, hey, hey, just- Forget it, alright? These guys..." Sam trailed off.

"We could probably even tell them that thing about Mordachai... But they're still not gonna help us. Let's just go." I state sadly and grab onto Dean's arm.

"Whoa, whoa." Both Ed and Harry call out as we start to walk away.

"Yeah, you're right." Dean sighed while throwing his arm around my shoulders.

"What'd you say about...?" Ed asked.

"Hang on a second there!" Harry called.

"Wait... Wait!" Ed said, trying to get us to stop.

"What thing about Mordachai, you guys?" Harry asked.

"Please don't tell them, Sammy." I plead desperately.

"But if they agree to shut the website down, Lottie." Sam protested, flinging his arms out.

"They're not gonna do it, you said so yourself." Dean reminded him.

"No, wait. Wait. Don't listen to him, okay? We'll do it. We'll do it." Ed insisted.

"It's a secret, Sam." Dean hissed.

Sam spun around to face them just as we reached the Impala. "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."

"Totally." Ed said rather quickly while Harry nodded his head.

"Alright." Sam said, and nodded to me. I let out a reluctant sigh and pulled out the fake paperwork and handed it over with a disappointed look.

"It's a death certificate. From the 30's. We got it at the library. Now according to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self inflicted gunshot wound." I explain.

"That's right, he didn't hang himself or cut himself." Dean added.

"He shot himself?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Yep. With a .45 pistol. To this day, they say he's terrified of them." Sam told them.

"Matter of fact, they say if you shook him with a .45, loaded with a special wrought iron-rounds- it'll kill the son of a bitch." Dean added, shrugging slightly. Ed and Harry snickered gleefully at the news before Harry spun around rapidly and bolted towards their trailer while Ed followed at a much slower pace.

"Harry, slow your roll buddy. They're gonna know were excited!" Ed whispered loudly.

"It's probably a good thing I spent most of my high school time in Drama class, huh?" I say to Dean. He just rolls his eyes and opens the Impala door for me.

~*****~

We sat in a booth at a local diner. Sam had his laptop open on the table just opposite of Dean and I. I groaned in annoyance as Dean reached up and pulled the string to a 3D fisherman holding a big fish. The fishermans mouth started moving up and down like a puppet and the most annoying laugh echoed from it. It was cute at first, but Dean pulled it one too many times.

Sam reached across and pulled the cord to stop it. He glared at Dean. "If you pull that string one more time; I'm gonna kill you."

Dean stared right into Sam's eyes, and completely straight faced, pulled the string again. Sam immediately stops it.

Dean snickers a bit while I reach under the table and pinch his side. He hisses in slight pain before speaking. "Come on, man. You need more laughter in your life. You know, you're way too tense." Sam gave Dean another dirty look. "They post yet?"

Sam turned the laptop around to Dean and I to read off the website. "We've learned from reputable sources that Mordachai Murdoch has a fatal fear of firearms. Alright, how long do we wait?" I ask, making Sam shrug.

"Long enough for the story to spread, and the legend to change. I figure by nightfall, iron rounds will work on the sucker." Sam held his bottle of beer up in a cheers. Dean followed suit while I tried not to laugh.

"Sweet," Dean expressed and clinks his bottle to Sam's. He took a long swig as Sam looks at his brother with a wide grin. Dean tried to put his bottle down, but it stuck to his hand. I barked out a laugh as he grew wide eyed. "You didn't." He pleaded.

Sam cracks up, holding up a tube of super glue. "Oh!" He laughs out. "I did!"

I take a sip of my beer and pull out several empty tubes of super glue from my bag and set them on the table. Sam's eyes grow wide and he tries to get up, only to have been glued down to the booth seat. I started laughing again and pointing at Sam and Dean before pulling the cord on the fisherman. Neither of them were laughing now.

~*****~

In a witty use of that annoying, laughing fisherman, we distracted the cops long enough to sneak back into the house. Our guns were drawn and we were staying close to one another. I kept thinking back to how Sam had to shimmy out of his pants and leave the restaurant in his boxers. "I barely have any skin left on my palm." Dean huffed out.

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

"At least you have all your jeans still, Dean." I comment, earning a glare from the taller Winchester. "You think Daddy Morty is home?" I wonder aloud as we reach the basement door.

"I don't know." Sam shrugged.

"Me either." We hear a familiar voice call. We spun around quickly, holding up our guns and aiming straight at the Ghost Facers. "Woah, woah!"

"Do you morons have a death wish?!" I seethe, feeling my heart rate spike from the surprise.

"We're just trying to get a book and movie deal, okay?" Ed explained, hands raised. The sound of knives sharpening echoed throughout the house, emanating from the basement. Ed and Harry crowded behind us, their cameras on. "Oh, crap. Ah guys, you wanna... you wanna open that door for us?"

"Why don't you?" Dean asked. And at that moment, Mordachai burst through the door, holding an axe and screaming. Sam, Dean, and I started firing off iron rounds. We waited in our places for a moment to ensure that Mordachai was actually gone this time.

"Oh god. He's gone. He's gone." I heard Ed whimper.

"Did you get him?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, they got him." Ed confirmed.

I turned my head to them in confusion, and frowning when Harry shakes his head at his friend. "No, on camera. Did you get him on camera."

"Ah, ah, I...." Ed stuttered, not processing what Harry was saying.

"Let me see it, let me see it." Harry snapped, snatching the camera from his shaken friend. I jumped and leapt back as Mordachai appeared again, slamming his axe down onto Harry's camera, forcing the little man to the ground.

"Hey! Didn't you guys port that B.S. story we gave you?!" Dean snapped.

"Of course we did!" Ed confirmed.

"But then our server crashed." Harry explained, making me let out an actual shout of frustration.

"So, it didn't take?!" I snapped.

Ed let out an awkward hum. Dean held up his gun, giving them an annoyed look. "So these, these guns don't work." Dean snapped.

The Hell Hound Boys looked down in shame. "Yeah..."

"Well that's fucking dandy. Got any bright ideas?" I ask, turning to Sam and Dean.

"We are getting outta here." Harry announced and Ed nodded, following him to the front door. Then they screamed, making Sam and I leap into action. We rounded the corner, and Mordachai had Ed and Harry pinned to the wall.

"Hey! Tubby!" I shouted, shoving Sam to go help Dean. "Come and get some, you son of a bitch!" He turned on me, swinging his axe out. I ducked down in time, and tried to scramble away. He lugged his axe out of the wall and swung it at me again. I caught it in my grasp and tried to keep him at bay, but he was strong. He pinned me up against the wall by my throat. "Get out of here!" I coughed to Ed and Harry. They stood frozen for a moment. "Now!"

"We're out of here..." Ed exclaimed, both of them running off. I kicked at Mordachai, gasping for air once my throat started to close off.

"Help!" I gasp, hoping either Sam and Dean were on their way.

"Hey!" I hear Dean shout loudly. Mordachai switches his attention to Dean as he pulls out a spray can and lights the paint that comes out. Mordachai backs up, dropping me on my ass. I dive out of the way and scramble into Sam's chest and we haul it to the door way of the house. Dean catches up to us. "Mordachai can't leave the house, we can't kill him-- we improvise." Dean explained, holding up his lighter, flicking it, and throwing it into the room. The place lit up in flames, and we ran out.

We stopped at the lining of the trees as we watched the flames grow higher and higher. Mordachai stood in the doorway, watching us. He disappeared into the flames. "That's your solution? Burn the place to the ground?" Sam asked, panting lightly.

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

"What if the legend changes and Mordachai can leave the house?" I ask, rubbing my sore neck.

"Well- well then we'll just have to come back." We all remained silent after that, and just watched the house burn down.

"Kinda makes you wonder." I hum, making the boys look at me. "Of all the things we hunted, how many existed just because people believed in them."

~*****~

The next morning, we sat at a picnic bench at the trailer park as we awaited for Ed and Harry. I kept my hands tucked into the pockets of my leather jacket as the two boys traipsed up. They had bags full of groceries tucked in their arms.

"I was thinking that Mordachai has a really super high attack bonus." Harry says.

"Man, I got the munchies right now," Ed muttered, then noticed us. "Gentlemen. M'lady."

"Hey guys," Sam greeted with a smile as we stood up to greet them.

"Should we tell 'em?" Harry asked Ed excitedly.

"Hey, might as well, you know, they're gonna read about it in the trades." Ed said with a smirk, glancing over his shoulder at us.

"So, this morning, we got a phone call from a very important Hollywood Producer." Harry told us.

"Wrong number?" I smirk. They both shot me a glare.

"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." Ed explained, loading the groceries in the car.

"And create the RPG." Harry added.

"The what?" Dean asked, looking completely confused.

"Role Playing Game." Harry explained as if he thought Dean was stupid.

"Right," Dean replied, still a little confused.

"It's nerd talk, babe," I slip my hand around Dean's waist for a moment. "Anyway, congratulations. That sounds really great."

"Yeah. That's awesome, best of luck to you." Dean added.

"Oh yeah, luck. That has nothing to do with it. It's about talent. Sheer unabashed talent." Ed told us, clearing riding that Horse Harder than a whore on Half Price Night. "Later." He added before closing the door. I let out a laugh as Harry quickly pressed a kiss to my cheek before leaping into the car without a word. They both started slapping at each other and drove off.

"Wow..." Dean grumbled, slinging his arm around my waist to stake a claim.

"I have a confession to make." Sam said as we moved towards the Impala.

"You were the producer?" I ask, looking over at him with a smirk.

"Uh, yeah. How'd you know?" He asked, cocking his head.

"I told you boys. I am a mother fucking Queen. I know Dean put the dead fish in the back seat, and I know that you prank called them about a movie deal. What you don't know is, that I pulled the grand daddy of all schemes. I snuck into their trailer when they went for food and dropped off a butt load of brownies made with laxatives, dumped glitter into their car A/C vents, and I my have also put itching powder into their clothes. Now you, gentlemen, are bush league."

Sam and Dean both began to laugh, and opened the door for me. "Truce?" Sam asked.

I looked over at Dean and we both smiled. "Yeah, truce." Dean confirmed.

"At least, for the next 100 miles." I add. Sam tapped my shoulder before I could get in, and I whirled around, getting a face full of whipped cream. Dean barked out a laugh as I my shoulders started shaking from the amusement. "Alright, game on, Samuel."

"It's Sam, and that was for the make up." He smirked and got into the backseat. I shook my head and started wiping my face off.

"Get comfy, Sam. Cause after 100 miles is up, your ass is mine." I state cheekily, holding up a bottle of Nair. Dean started laugh as Sam tried to open the door, but unfortunately, I engaged the child safety lock.