Jenny watched with a small smile as Sam walked awkwardly, adjusting his pants every few seconds as he, she and Dean walked into a local restaurant.

The three walked up to a counter, Jenny glancing around as Sam and Dean ordered coffees. The two brothers walked to a booth as Jenny leaned to the worker, waving a finger to him.

After another few moments, Jenny joined the Winchesters at their table. Sam continued to adjust his pants, an uncomfortable grimace on his face. Jenny sipped her coffee, still watching Sam. "You okay there, Samurai?" She asked, watching him nod but continue to fix his pants.

"Fine. Yep." Dean snickered quietly next to Jenny as they all sat down.

"Alright. What have you found on the Tulpas?" Dean asked, Jenny setting her coffee down.

"Well, I've done a lot of research in the last two decades. In 1915, the first Tulpa was created by Monks in Tibet. Visualizing and meditating so hard that they created a golem out of thin air."

"So?" Dean raised a brow as Sam leaned forward.

"That was only 20 monks, Dean. shine what thousands of web surfers could do." Sam whispered as Jenny nodded.

"I mean if you think about it. Nessie could be a Tulpa. Big Foot, too." Jenny suggested, even though it probably wasn't the case.

"People believe in Santa Clause." Dean grumbled, frowning.

"Yeah, for all we know, if he is real, then he should probably be careful of the cops." Jenny joked, sipping her coffee again. Sam turned his laptop to Dean and Jenny.

"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."

"It would explain why he keeps changing." Dean said, hiding a smirk as Sam started fidgeting 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." Jenny nodded, leaning back in her chair.

"Yeah because he's not a traditional spirit." Dean grumbled, Sam still fidgeting and nodded. "Ok. So why don't we just...uhh ... get this spirit sigil thingie off the wall and off the website?"

"Well it's not that simple. You see, once Tulpas are created they take on a life of their own." Sam explained. Dean groaned in annoyance.

"Great. So if he really is a thought form how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?"

"Well it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us. Check out their home page." Sam clicked on an open tab, pushing the laptop closer to Dean and Jenny.

"Great. Now there are more people that believe in this Mordechai jackass." Jenny complained as she watched the viewer count grow.

"Hey, I got an idea. Let's go." Jenny quickly raised her hand up to the worker behind the counter, who then whistled to the cook behind the wall.

All at once, "Happy Birthday" started to play on one of the speakers. Jenny shuffled closer to the wall with a small grin and crossed her arms in amusement. Dean and Sam looked around in confusion as all the workers started to walk to their booth, singing happy birthday.

Dean turned to Jenny with a confused look as she started to sing along. And when the music ended, Dean turned back around, getting slapped in the face by a pan of whipped cream and strawberries. One of the workers took a picture and laughed, Jenny taking her phone out as Dean slowly turned back to her, glaring.

"Happy belated birthday, Dean." She joked, wiping some whipped cream off his cheek and licking her finger.

She took out her wallet, handing it to the waiter. "Thank you guys very much. Appreciate the help." She smiled as Sam started to laugh. The waiters and cooks walked off, laughing at the photo they had taken of Dean.

"Really? This is your idea of a prank?" Jenny shrugged, smiling.

"I take things slow." Dean nodded, grabbing Jenny and wiping whipped cream on her face as she yelped. Sam continued to laugh at the two before pausing to fidget again.

Jenny grabbed a few napkins, wiping her face clean. "Hey guys. I think I might be allergic to our soap." Sam spoke up, standing from the booth as Dean started to snicker.

"Oh, I don't think it's the soap." Jenny hummed, Sam's brows raising as he looked between the two.

"That was you guys?!"

"Oh no. I told you. I'm innocent." Jenny smiled as Dean snagged a few napkins, wiping his face down. He still continued to smile.

Jenny shoved her hands in her pockets as the wind blew in her face, watching with a smile as Dean continued to wipe whipped cream off of his face. He turned to her with a frown, outstretching his arms.

"You missed a spot." Jenny grinned, gesturing to her face. Dean rolled his eyes as she walked over, taking the napkin from him. She flicked the whipped cream off before turning his face, smearing the whipped cream away.

"Might want to take a shower. I heard this stuff gets crusty." She joked, Dean staying quiet. "What? You're mad at me?" He grumbled something under his breath. "What?" Jenny faked a pout, dropping her hands to her sides.

"Alright, don't get all mopey." Dean spoke up, wiping his face with his sleeve. Sam walked out of the restaurant, the two turning to him. "You still itchy?"

Sam faked a hard laugh, deadpanning and walked past the two, shaking his leg. Jenny hummed in amusement as Dean walked around to the drivers side of the Impala.

A loud twig snapping caused Jenny to turn her head in time to see someone duck behind the wall of the restaurant. She frowned in confusion, stepping closer and ignoring Dean's concerned call out to her.

Jenny peered around the corner, noticing a man walk with a heavy limp, body surrounded by a heavy jacket, the hood thrown over his head. She walked to the middle of the small alley, the man pausing.

He slowly turned around, but Jenny only saw a small portion of his side profile before gasping in shock.

"Nathaniel?" She whispered, hearing the loud footsteps of Sam and Dean. She turned around for a second, and when she turned back, he was gone.

Jenny broke into a quick sprint, causing Sam and Dean to race after her. "Nate?! Nathaniel!" Jenny cried out, looking around the back. "Jesus Christ, he's a fast runner." She whispered, turning back to see Sam and Dean standing a few paces away from her.

"You saw your brother." Sam stated the obvious. Jenny nodded, opening her mouth to speak before closing it, frowning. Dean looked at Sam as if he was an idiot, and Jenny glanced between the two.

"I never told you I had a brother." She spoke quietly. Sam looked at Dean for help, and Jenny's frown hardened. "How do you know about Nate?"

Silence for a moment. "When you got kidnapped by those uh— hillbilly crack addicts... That lady cop brought up your background and uh... surprised us." Dean mentioned, and she nodded slowly, hummed.

"Well. Didn't know he still existed in my files... How much was on there?" Sam and Dean shrugged, shaking their heads.

"Nothing we don't already know."

"Right. Well... I'm not going to keep wasting my time running after a ghost that's not killing people. Let's go." Jenny walked between the two.

"Woah— Don't you want to... Oh, I don't know, talk about it?" Dean asked, and Jenny shook her head.

"Nothing to talk about." She answered bluntly, sliding into the back of the impala.

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Jenny had been quiet the entire trip to the trailer park, getting out of the Impala, still in silence. She walked up to one of the trailers, pounding on the door. Someone yelled from inside.

"Who is it?" Harry asked, Jenny sighing quietly.

"Housekeeping." She yelled sarcastically. "Open the damn door."

Ed and Harry poked their heads out from the door. "Ah, would you look at that! Action figures in their original packaging -- what a shock." Dean deadpanned, Ed and Harry glaring at him.

"Guys, we need to talk." Sam cleared his throat.

"Yeah, um, sorry guys. We're ahhh, a little bit busy right now." Ed smiled forcefully, Jenny returning the gesture.

"What a coincidence! So are we." She laughed, dropping the smile. "Shut down your website."

Ed broke into a hard laugh, Jenny's desolate look staying. "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. In front of people. And I get stage fright." Harry whispered and Jenny grimaced.

"Why should we trust you guys?"

"Look guys. We all know what we saw last night, what's in the house. But now thanks to your website there are thousands of people hearing about Mordechai." Sam spoke, Jenny tilting her head.

"That's right. Which means people are gonna keep showing up at the Hell House, running into him in person, somebody could get hurt." Dean continued as Jenny shrugged.

"And... we'll if you don't trust us, then I'll just shove my hands up your asses like your flimsy little puppets and make you shut down the website." Jenny threatened, Ed and Harry's eyes widening in horror as they looked to Sam and Dean. Dean shrugged.

"She's not in a very cheery mood right now." He explained. The two boys looked back at Jenny, who once again forced a fake smile.

"We have an obligation to our fans. To the truth." Ed said sternly as Jenny nodded.

"Well I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now—" Dean stepped forward, Sam stopping him.

"Dean— Dean, hey, hey, just, forget it, all right? These guys..." Sam looked at the two shorter men, sighing. "—probably bitch slap them both, I could probably even tell them that thing about Mordechai ... but they're still not gonna help us. Let's just go."

"Yeah, you're right." Dean complained, the three Hunters starting to walk away. Ed and Barry followed after, butting in with questions. "Don't tell 'em Sam." Dean demanded, and his brother shrugged.

"But if they agree to shut the website down Dean—"

"They're not going to do it, you said so yourself." Jenny interrupted in a hushed tone, glancing at Ed and Harry.

"No wait. Wait! Don't listen to him ok? We'll do it. We'll do it." Ed agreed. The hunting trio shared a victorious look, turning back to the amateurs.

"It's a secret guys." Dean whispered, looking at Ed and Harry. "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 agreed, holding back a grin.

"And we mean everything." Jenny stated firmly, Ed nodding.

"All right..." Sam spoke quietly as Dean handed the two paperwork. "It's 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." Sam

"Yep. He didn't cut or hang himself." Jenny said, watching Ed and Harry stare at the paperwork.

"He shot himself?" Ed frowned, and Jenny nodded

"Yep. With a .45 pistol. To this day they say he's horrified 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." Dean continued, Ed and Harry shared a look.

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Sam, Dean and Jenny all sat at a booth in a new restaurant, Jenny poking one of her french fries with another, slowly turning to Dean as he pulled the string of a fisherman holding a large fish, it's mouth moving up and down in an annoying laugh.

"You pull that thing one more time, I'll kill you." Sam threatened. Dean looked at his brother and deadpanned, pulling the string again. Sam leaned over the table, pulling the string to shut it up.

"Oh, come on Sammy! You need more laughter in your life. You know you're way too tense." Sam gave Dean another dirty look, and the older brother sighed. "They post it yet?"

Sam turned his laptop around to show Jenny and Dean, the two leaning forward to read the small letters.

"We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms. All right. How long do we wait?" Dean asked, Jenny humming in thought.

"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 suggested, Dean and Jenny leaning back in their chairs.

Sam held out two beers to Jenny and Dean, both who picked up their own beers. Jenny popped the cap off of hers and Dean followed, the two taking one ling swig as a grin started to form on Sam's lips.

Jenny went to set her beer bottle down as Dean continued to drink from his. She frowned in confusion when the bottle got stuck to her hand, pulling at her skin. "Ouch! What the he—" She paused as Sam started to crack up at Dean's own struggle, the two slowly looking at the young Winchester.

"You didn't." Dean grimaced as Sam's smile only widened, and he raised an empty tube of super glue.

"Oh. I did." He continued to laugh, Jenny and Dean sharing an annoyed look. The two chugged the rest of their beer before violently shaking their hands, Sam pulling in the fisherman string.

Jenny turned back to Sam, sweat beading down her forehead from trying to pry the bottle off her hand.

"You better sleep with one eye open tonight."