We were driving through Texas when the idea popped into Dean's head. He glanced at Sam a few times as he picked up a plastic spoon and put it into Sam's mouth. I rolled my eyes, sometimes it seemed like they were more like children than I was. That was just before he took a picture and blared the music, "Fire...of unknown origins...took my baby away!" Dean sang obnoxiously. Sam jerked up and swatted at his mouth, Dean was probably smirking as he used the steering wheel as drums. Sam gave him a look as he turned down the music, "Ha ha, very funny," Sam deadpaned sarcastically. "Sorry, not a lot of scenery here in East Texas, kinda gotta make your own," Dean laughed. "Man we're not kids anymore Dean. We're not going to start that crap up again," Sam snapped, Blue barely even shifted. He'd fallen asleep a couple hours back. "Start what up?" Dean feigned confusion. "That prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates," it sounded like Sam was trying to be the mature one, but explaining the entire thing to Dean just gave him ideas. "Aw, what's the matter Sammy, scared you're going to get a little Nair in your shampoo again huh?" Dean teased, a smirk on his face again. "All right, just remember you started it," Sam reminded, causing Dean to laugh again, "Ah ha, bring it on baldy." There was silence for a few seconds as Sam looked around, "Where are we anyway?" Dean hummed in thought, "A few hours outside of Richardson. Gimme the lowdown again?" he glanced in Sam's direction. Sam swiped the paper off the dash, "All right, about a month or two ago this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house," he read before Dean interupted, "Haunted by what?" Sam skimmed the paper for a moment, "Apparently, a pretty 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 explained, that sounded gruesome... "Anybody ID the corpse?" Dean glanced over as I grabbed my blanket off of the floor, Blue was passed out against the window, the music didn't affect 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," Sam informed, "Maybe the cops are right," Dean muttered. "Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids firsthand accounts. They seemed pretty sincere," Sam glanced up at the road as he put the paper back on the dash. "Where'd you read these accounts?" Dean wondered. "Well, I knew we were going to be passing through Texas. So, umm, last night, I surfed some local...paranormal websites. And I found one," Sam sounded embarassed. Dean gave him a look, "And what's it called?" Sam cleared his throat, "HellHoundsLair.com," Sam answered quietly. Dean scoffed, I refrained from doing so. That even sounded stupid to me, "Lemme guess, streaming live out of Mom's basement." I could see Sam smiling from the rearview mirror, "Yeah, probably," he agreed. "Yeah. Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the persqueeter," what was a persqueeter? I didn't get the chance to ask, "Look. We let Dad take off. Which was a mistake, by the way. And now we don't know where the hell he is, so meantime we gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm checking this thing out," Sam defended. Dean sighed, "All right. So where do we find these kids?" Dean questioned as the scenery around us started to change into a town. "Same place you always find kids in a town like this," Sam pointed at a resturant full of people. As Dean pulled into a parking spot, I decided to ask, "Dean?" he turned to look at me after he put the car in park, "What's a persqueeter?" Sam huffed out a breath as he got out. "It means... It's another word for your behind." Dean told me before he opened his car door, "C'mon, let's get you something to eat." I nudged Blue, who only groaned as I got out. I guessed he'd be sleeping in here then... I held Dean's hand as he followed Sam to the resturant, there were tables outside and the building seemed to only be where staff were allowed. Dean left me at a table and bought me a chicken sandwhich before joining Sam in asking around.

We left about an hour later after Dean was satisfied, or rather annoyed. It seemed to be the later as he stopped at a music store, "We'll be back," he promised as he and Sam got out. I glanced to where Blue had been, when I'd gotten back into the car he wasn't there. So I sat in the car by myself and waited for the two to come back, which only took about twenty minutes. "We're gonna have to get a look at that house," was the first thing Sam said as he got into the car. I put my bookmark into my book and glanced at the two, Dean nodded his head, "She needs a motel room first." Sam turned his head to look at me, "You okay with that Chris?" he asked, I nodded my head and went back to my book. I heard Sam shift back to face the windshield as Dean started driving off. I'd seen a motel a couple minutes before Dean had parked at the music store.

Sam had grabbed all of our bags as Dean got us a room. They'd only dropped off the stuff and left, after parroting the rules. Blue still hadn't come back, so I perched on the couch and turned on the TV to try to figure out which channels were the ones I watched. It didn't take long for me to find Animal Planet, but it did take a while for Sam and Dean to get back, which was later that night. I was already in bed sleeping though, but I woke up the next morning to Dean waking me up, "Hey, we're going back out. Something popped up," I only groaned and rolled over, I was asleep before I heard the door close. I got up about two hours after they left. When they got back, Sam had grabbed his laptop to do some research and Dean flopped onto the bed with a motel notepad. "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 complained after a few minutes. "It does," Sam agreed. Dean swung his legs over the side of the bed, "All right. Well I mean that explains why he went after you, but why me?" Dean wondered, teasing near the end. "Hilarious. The legend also says he hung himself but did you see those slit wrists?" I chose that moment to get up and go to the bathroom. I heard Dean throw something at Sam when I closed the door, "Dude!" I heard Dean quietly snap just before I turned on the shower. Now was the perfect time to take a shower... I wasn't in long before Dean poked into the bathroom, "Sam and I are gonna head out for a bit okay?" I heard Dean call over the sound of rushing water. "'Kay!" I called back just before the door closed. Another couple hours to myself I suppose...

Only Sam came back half an hour later, "Dean had to get something," he excused as he went over to his duffle and started digging through it. He grabbed a bundle of clothes and laid them out on the bed before he started heading towards the bathroom, but I heard his steps stop behind me. "Chris, about earlier..." he started, I cut him off, "It's fine, you had to talk about the case," I told him as I turned around. "I know but still, I could've asked Dean to step outside to talk about it or waited until we got into the car," Sam went on. "It's fine," I repeated as I turned back to look at the TV, he sighed and muttered something that sounded like, "It shouldn't be," before he disappeared into the bathroom. It wasn't long aftet that before Dean walked into the motel room holding a little bag of something, it looked like poprocks. Dean didn't like poprocks... Sounds of the shower running. "Hey, I'm back," Dean called to Sam as he ripped open the little packet. "Hey, where were you?" Sam called back over the sound of the shower running. " Oh, I went out," Dean dismissed as he picked up Sam's underwear and started shaking the poprocks onto his underwear. What? "So I think I might have a theory about what's going on," Sam dismissed Dean's suspicious comment. "Oh yeah?" Dean glanced at the bathroom door as he kept dumping the bag. Oh, it said itching powder, not poprocks. That made more sense. "What if Mordechai is a Tulpa?" Sam questioned, could he not wait until he was out of the shower so everyone else in their rooms about us didn't have to hear our crazy? "Tulpa?" Dean questioned as the shower turned off and Sam walked out holding his towel around his waist. "Yeah, a Tibetan thought form," Sam expanded, Dean turned around quickly, hiding the bag behind his back. "Ahh, yeah, I know what a Tulpa is. Hey why don't you get dressed, I wanna go grab something to eat," Dean smiled at Sam as he walked into the bathroom. Sam furrowed his eyebrows, Dean wasn't very good at hiding when he pranked someone was he? Sam picked up his clothes and I turned back to the TV so he could change.

We went back to the place from yesterday, I sat at a table while Sam and Dean went to order food. They came back with a cup of coffee and a chicken sandwhich for me. I dug in as they started talking, "Nothing, I'm fine," I heard Sam dismiss before he sat down. "Yeah?" I could pick the smugness out of Dean's voice, but Sam didn't. "So, ahhh, all right keep going. What about these Tulpas?" Dean changed the topic as he plopped into a chair. "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," Sam explained. That sounded cool, I wanted to do that. "So?" Sam rolled his eyes at Dean, "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," Sam sounded agitated, Craig sounded like an idiot. "Now wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?" Dean didn't believe it. Sam looked uncomfortable again, he'd been like this since we got out of the car. I guessed the itching powder was doing it's job. "I dunno, maybe," Sam shrugged and pulled out his laptop. "People believe in Santa Claus -- how come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?" Dean complained, Sam didn't even stop typing, "'Cause you're a bad person. And because of this..." Sam turned the laptop to 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 a 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 a Tulpa to life," I took another bite of my sandwhich before looking around, no one else seemed to notice Sam practically screaming to the world about a Tulpa. "It would explain why he keeps changing," Dean commented as he read over the screen. Sam grimaced again, "Right, as the legend changes, people think different things, so Mordechai himself changes. Like a game of telephone. That would also explain why the rock salt didn't work," his sounded like he was trying to keep his voice normal. "Yeah because he's not a traditional spirit," Sam continued to figet as he agreed, Dean gave him a weird look, "Ok. So why don't we just...uhh ... get this spirit sigil thingie off the wall and off the website?" I slid off of my seat, I had the sudden need to pee. "Well it's not that simple. You see, once Tulpas are created they take on a life of their own," Sam went on as I wandered off to find a bathroom. It didn't take long for me to find one, but it didn't seem to take the boys long to notice that I'd vanished. I could hear them calling my name as I exited the bathroom, "Chris, don't do that!" Dean scolded. I stared up at him, "I had to pee." Dean rolled his eyes, "Well tell us next time," he scolded again. Sam was still itching, "Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or something," he chose that moment to complain about it. Dean picked me up and laughed as he walked away, "You did this?" Sam yelled after us, Dean only laughed. "You're a friggin jerk!" Sam called as he put his laptop back over his head and chased after us, "Oh yeah," was Dean's only response as he waltzed to the car.

After we stopped at the motel and let Sam change his underwear, we stopped at a copy store and then a trailer park. Dean carried me to a crappy metal trailer. Sam knocked on the door, "Come on out here guys, we hear you in there," Dean called. Two heads stuck out of the door after it opened a little, "Ah, would you look at that! Action figures in their original packaging -- what a shock." Dean's tone was full of sarcasm as he put me down. "Guys, we need to talk," Sam stepped forward. "Yeah, um, sorry guys. We're ahhh, a little bit busy right now," the one with a beard spoke up as he and his friend stepps out of the small trailer. "Ok well we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website," Dean told them. The bearded one laughed, "Man, you know, these guys got us busted last night, spent the night in a holding cell..." he went on. "I had to pee in that cell urinal. In front of people. And I get stage fright," the black haired one informed us, I don't think any of us needed to know that. "Why should we trust you guys?" the bearded one demanded. I looked up at Dean, "Who are these guys supposed to be?" I asked, it seemed to offend the two, "We are ghost hunters, do you know what that is?" The bearded one asked as he crouched down a bit, I didn't like his tone. I stepped forward, "I don't believe you," I told him boldly before adding, "Have you even seen a ghost?" He scoffed, "Of course we've seen a ghost, have you?" I raised an eyebrow at him before pulling the collar of my shirt back, revealing the deep claw marks from the Wendigo, "Her name was Constance," the two stared at the scars with wide eyes. "I've met plenty," I told them ominously, before turning around and raising my arms, Dean picked me up. "I'm gonna go put her in the car," Dean muttered to Sam, giving the other two a glare before he started walking. "So, you gonna tell me what that was all about?" Dean asked as we got out of earshot from Sam and the other two. I shook my head before burying my face into Dean's neck. He sighed and put me on the top of the car, "I'm not gonna leave this alone like I did with Sam, okay? Tell me what's wrong." Dean didn't exactly leave room for anything else. There was almost a minute of silence, "I miss you..." was all I could come up with. Dean thought for a moment, "What do you mean? You see me all the time," Dean told me. I twisted my ring, "I'm... I..." Why wouldn't the words come out? Why couldn't I think of any? "I'm lonely," I finally settled on. Dean frowned, "You haven't been like this before, tell me what's changed," Dean requested, his tone didn't sound as demanding as it had. "Blue left," I told him quietly. He raised an eyebrow, "Blue?" he sounded confused. "My friend," I told him. Dean thought for a moment, "Like an imaginary friend?" I nodded my head, "Sam had one of those once, name was Sully or something," Dean informed as he picked me up again. Sam had an friend like Blue once? I wonder what he looked like, if Blue ever came back I could ask him... Well, if he still wanted to be my friend... Dean picked me up and sat in the backseat of the car with me. I curled up into his side until Sam came back, he didn't ask anything, just took the keys and started to drive.

We stopped at another diner, it was a different one this time. Dean kept pulling some fisherman thing on the wall that laughs. It was annoying and I was debating on throwing it out the window. Sam grabbed the cord so the laughing stopped, "If you pull that string one more time I'm gonna kill you," Sam said with a glare. "Seconded," I agreed as I coloring on the kid's menu I was given. It wasn't even two seconds later before the laughing started again, Sam stopped it and glared again. Dean was chuckling, "Come on man, you need more laughter in your life. You know you're way too tense," Dean complained, Sam only glared. Dean sighed, "They post it yet?" Sam turned the laptop towards Dean before stabbing his salad. "We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms. All right. How long do we wait?" Dean read and looked up at Sam. "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 concluded before offering Dean his beer, he picked his up and tapped Sam's, "Sweet," was all Dean said before he took a long swig of it. I knew Sam had done something by the grin that grew on his face before he started laughing, "You didn't," Dean glared at him. Sam only laughed as he held up a little tube of super glue, "Oh, I did!" Sam laughed as Dean shook his hand. His beer was stuck. Sam pulled the string so the annoying fisherman laughed at him too. I rolled my eyes, "I'm surrounded by children," I complained.

We were back at the motel just before dark, Sam was waiting in the car while Dean brought me inside. "This is the last night we'll be on this case and then we'll drive around the country for a week okay? I promise," Dean told me as he put me in bed, I nodded my head and hugged his neck. "We'll be back before you wake up okay?" Dean asked again, I nodded my head again, "Okay." As Dean turned around I piped up, "Dean?" he turned back around, "Can we put a dead fish in their car?" He laughed, "I will put the biggest, grossest smelling fish I can find and hide it in their car," he promised before walking out. I was pleased with that.

I was waken up by someone picking me up, I made a noise of complaint. "Just putting you in the car short stuff, don't get that attitude with me," it was Dean. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his neck as well. "Let's go put that fish in the back of their car," Dean whispered to me, I couldn't help the huff of air that escaped me. "You can sleep in the car, but after we leave the fish we are outta here," he assured me. I lifted me head a bit and saw Sam carrying our bags. I drifted back off as Dean put me in the car.

I woke up to silence, the car wasn't even running. I sat up, the windows were rolled down and I was back at that trailer park. I got out of the car, it didn't take me long to find Sam and Dean standing by a crappy car full of crap and even had crap tied to the top of it. "-And create the RPG," I heard the black haired one say as he leaned against the car. I grabbed Dean's hand, "The what?" Dean sounded unimpressed. "Role playing game," he explained. It was cold out here... I could see my own breath, "Right," Dean sounded skeptical. "A little lingo for you. Anyhoo, ahhh, excuse us, we're off to la-la land," I still wanted to punch the bearded one in the face. He was obnoxious. "Are you always so obnoxiously full of yourself?" I asked, he looked down at me, astonished. I felt Dean shift, standing a bit taller as he glared at the bearded one, daring him to say something. He thought better and ignored me, Dean could be intimidating when he wanted to. The bearded one flashed a peace sign as he got into his car, "Later." The other one flashed a peace sign as well as he got into the passenger seat. As the bearded one started the car, which sounded like it wanted to die, he let out a sigh of relief as he held his glasses, "See ya round..." before driving off. "Wow." was all Dean had to say. Sam took a breath, "I have a confession to make," Sam informed as Dean picked me up. "What's that," Dean asked as he turned and started back to the car. "I, uh...I was the one that called them and told them I was a producer," Sam confessed. Good, they need to be taken down a peg. Dean laughed, "Yeah well I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat," Dean confessed as well. "I came up with putting a fish in their back seat," I piped in. Sam started laughing, "Truce?" Sam offered as he opened his door. "Yeah truce. At least for the next 100 miles," Dean smirked as he put me in the backseat. Dean turned up the radio as he pulled out of the trailer park, we passed the two on the road out of town.