ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ: "I should kick your little asses right now."
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UNCERTAIN LORE AND THE BLUE OYSTER CULT was all the hunters had come up with the next morning.

But at least their Blue Oyster Cult lead brought them back to Craig Thurston.

"Look, I'm really not in the mood to answer any more of your questions okay?" the young man greeted the hunters once they returned to the music store.

"Don't worry," Dean raised a hand as a show of good faith, "We're just here to buy an album, that's all."

Craig looked each of them up and down then returned to placing some records on a shelf.

Dean picked up the album cover he was searching for and slowly approached the teenager, "You know, I couldn't figure out what that symbol was and then I realized it could mean anything. It's a logo for the Blue Oyster Cult," Dean explained with a smug grin, brandishing the vinyl he picked up with the symbol on it, "Tell me, Craig, you into B.O.C? Or just scaring the hell out of people?"

Craig's jaw clenched as he took the record from Dean's hand.

"Now why don't you tell us about that house without lying through your ass this time?" Dean continued, his tone light in contrast to his words.

Craig sighed in defeat, running his hand through his hair, then looked up at the hunters. "All right, my cousin, Dana, was on break from TCU. I guess we were just bored, looking for something to do. So I showed her this abandoned dump I found. We thought it'd be funny if we made it look like it was haunted, so we painted symbols on the walls. Some were from albums, some from some of Dana's theology textbooks."

Venus' brows furrowed at that. A theory soon began formulating in her mind about what might be responsible for this.

"Then we found out this guy Murdoch used to live there so we...we made up some story to go along with that. So they told people, who told other people, and then these two guys put it on their stupid website. Everything just took on a life of its own. I mean, I thought it was funny at first but now that girl's dead," Craig began to tear up, "It was just a joke y'know? None of it was real, we made the whole thing up, I swear."

"All right," Dean sighed, believing the boy.

They turned to leave but Venus hovered for a moment. "Hey, Craig?" she called out to him, "The next time you or your cousin's bored, just go see a damn movie or something," she offered with a tight-lipped smile.

The hunters retreated to their motel for the evening, with Venus and Sam combing through stacks of lore books all night to try and refresh their memories on everything there was to know about Tulpas.

When Dean reentered the room the next morning he found the brunette fast asleep and drooling in an open book on the coffee table. He was slightly disappointed, hoping to find her in the shower so that he could put the itching powder he bought in her clothes. But then he realized that Sam was in the shower and decided not to waste the opportunity.

"Hey, I'm back!" Dean called out, grabbing his brother's attention and successfully waking up the brunette slumped over the table in the corner.

Venus jolted awake at the volume of Dean's voice, tearing her face off a page of her Tibetan lore book and using her sleeve to dry her lips. "What time is it?" she asked Dean, her voice soft yet raspy.

"Eight am," he answered, ripping open the package of itching powder.

Venus narrowed her eyes at the sight of him pouring the powder all over Sam's boxers. "It's too early for that shit, man," she groaned, stumbling to her feet and moving to the bathroom door. She raised a fist and banged against the wood twice. "Hurry up, 'mano, I gotta pee!" she shouted.

Sam opened the door seconds later and walked out in a cloud of steam with his hair damp and a towel hanging low around his waist.

"It should be a crime to look that good at eight in the fuckin' morning," she scoffed, pushing him out of the way and moving into the small bathroom.

She vaguely listened as Sam and Dean discussed the details about Tulpas that she and the youngest hunter managed to find last night while Dean was fast asleep.

She doesn't even remember showering and driving to the Rodeo Drive In but she does remember the immediate relief of the caffeine flooding her system once Dean handed her a cup of the warm beverage.

"So, there was this incident in Tibet in 1915," Sam pulled out his laptop and continued explaining to Dean, trying to ignore the persistent itch in his pants, "A group of monks visualize a golem in their heads. They meditate on it so hard that they bring the thing to life out of thin air."

"So?" Dean took a sip of his coffee. He looked over at the silent brunette to his right and poked a finger at the side of her head, making sure she was still awake. Venus raised a hand and swatted away his finger, returning to her previous state of silently sipping her coffee with her eyes closed.

"That was twenty monks. Imagine what ten thousand web servers could do," Sam scoffed, "I mean, Craig starts the story about Mordecai then it spreads, goes online. Now there are countless people all believing in the bastard."

"Okay, wait a second," Dean contested, "You're trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordecai, he's real? Come on, people believe in Santa Claus, how come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?"

"Porque eres una mala persona," came Venus' first words of the morning.

Dean looked to Sam in question.

"'Cause you're a bad person," he translated, turning his laptop for Dean to look at, "And 'cause of this."

Venus sipped her coffee as Sam tried to subtly itch himself. The youngest Winchester locked eyes with her across the table and promptly looked away causing the girl to softly chuckle. Poor Sam, she thought. She turned her attention to the picture that Sam showed Dean. "That's a Tibetan Spirit Sigil," she clarified, "Sam took a picture of it on the wall of the house. Remember when Craig said they were painting symbols from a theology textbook? Well, they probably painted this one not even knowing what it meant or what it was capable of."

"Capable of?" Dean asked, needing more elaboration.

"I read in a book last night that the symbol's been around for centuries, being used as a..." she paused in thought, "...a magnifying glass of sorts for meditative thoughts."

Dean nodded at the influx of information, now starting to understand what they were dealing with.

"So people are on the hellhound's website, staring at the symbol and thinking about Mordecai," Sam added, "I don't know, but it might be enough to bring a tulpa to life."

"It would explain why it keeps changing," Dean shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee.

Sam paused his discreet itching to speak again, "Right, as the legend changes, people think different things so Mordecai himself changes. Like a game of telephone. That would also explain why the rock salt didn't work."

"Yeah, 'cause he's not a traditional spirit per se. So why don't we get this spirit sigil thingy off the wall and off the website?"

Venus, now halfway through her cup of coffee, sat up straighter, willing herself to stay awake. "Not that simple," she shook her head, "Tulpas tend to take on a life of their own once they're created."

"Great," Dean deflated, "If he really is a thought form, how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?"

"By changing it," Venus muttered.

"Well, it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us," he switched the laptop screen to an open tab with Ed and Harry's latest video, "Check out their homepage."

Venus tried and failed to move her stool close to Dean, attempting to get a better look at the video. Seeing this, Dean reached down and easily pulled her stool closer to him, offering her a smile as he did so, which she returned.

The hunters turned their attention to the short video, the scenery familiar to them from the previous night.

"Since they posted the video, the number of hits has quadrupled in the last day alone," Sam told them.

Dean remained for a moment before grabbing his coffee and standing up. "I got an idea."

Venus grabbed her cup and followed, watching Sam scramble to place his laptop in his bag. "Where are we going?" the youngest asked.

"Gonna find a copy store, come on," Dean replied.

"Man," Sam winced, rubbing his thighs against each other, "I think I'm allergic to our soap or something."

Dean laughed and turned in the direction of the exit with Venus on his tail.

"You did this?" Sam addressed them both.

Dean continued laughing while Venus sipped her coffee and pointed to Dean, trying to declare her innocence.

"You're a fuckin' jerk!"

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"Buenos dias, losers. Get your asses out here, we gotta talk!" Venus shouted through the small trailer door.

Ed and Harry came stumbling out of the mobile home seconds later.

"Look at that," Dean chuckled, peaking into the trailer through the gap between the men, "Action figures in their original packaging, what a shocker."

"Yeah, um sorry guys, we're a little bit busy right now," Ed lied.

Dean narrowed his eyes slightly. "Okay, we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website."

Ed chuckled, but his laughter held no humor. "You know these guys get us busted last night, we spend the night in a holding cell."

"I had to pee in that cell urinal, in front of people," Harry chimed in, "and I get stage fright." At the sound of Venus' laughter, his eyes widened, immediately regretting his choice of words.

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

Sam took a deep breath, "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 Mordecai."

"That's right," agreed Dean, "Which means people are going to keep showing up at the hell house and running into him."

"Somebody could get hurt," Venus added in a pleading tone.

Harry tore his eyes away from Venus' for a moment to look at his friend, "Ed, maybe she's got a point."

"No, no," Ed shook his head, successfully changing Harry's mind on the subject, "Okay we have an obligation to our fans, to the truth."

Venus rolled her eyes, obviously begging wasn't going to work. "'Obligation'? I should kick your little asses right now–"

"Venus, hey, forget it, okay," Sam reached a hand out and stopped her from pouncing, "These guys? You could probably bitch slap them both," he said, holding back a smile when Venus locked eyes with Ed and Harry and mouthed a very threatening 'I could', "I could probably even tell them that thing about Mordecai."

Judging by their faces, the boys took the bait.

Dean looked at Sam and frantically shook his head, following the plan.

"But they're still not gonna help us. So let's just go," Sam finished. Venus and Dean nodded and followed Sam as he began the walk back to the Impala.

"Yeah you're right," Venus gave in with a shrug, putting her hands in her pockets and looking unbothered.

"Woah, what did you say about–"

"Hold on a second here–"

The hunters hid their smiles, hearing Ed and Harry chase after them.

"What thing about Mordecai?" Harry asked.

"Don't tell 'em, Sam," Dean said.

"But if they agree to shut their website down..."

"They're not gonna do it, hermano, you said so yourself," Venus chimed in.

The hunters were almost at the Impala when they heard the words they were looking for, "Wait, don't listen to them, okay? We'll do it."

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

"Look, it is a pretty big deal alright!" Sam gave in, turning to the boys.

Venus and Dean sighed in defeat, turning away angrily to keep up the act.

"It wasn't easy to dig up so only if we have your word that you'll shut everything down."

"Totally," Ed agreed, barely putting any effort into being convincing.

Venus scoffed. He could've at least made his performance convincing like theirs was...

"All right," Sam decided, gesturing for Dean to pull out the fake document they had copied a few minutes prior, "It's a death certificate from the '30s. We got it at the library," Dean handed the paper over to Ed and Harry, "According to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound."

"That's right," Dean continued, "He didn't hang or cut himself."

Harry's jaw dropped. "He shot himself?"

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

Venus nodded along. "They say if you shoot him with a .45, loaded with these special wrought iron rounds, you'd kill the son of a bitch," she happily explained.

Ed and Harry's jaws were nearly to the floor. The paranormal investigators exhaled harshly, excitement coursing through their veins. Then Harry took off running back to the trailer.

"Harry, slow your roll buddy! They're gonna know we're excited!" Ed loudly whispered to his retreating figure.

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Venus returned from the bathroom to see Dean peering down at Sam's laptop screen.

"They post it yet?" she asked, sliding into her seat in the booth next to Dean.

"Yeah check it out," Dean nudged the screen in her direction, "We have learned from reputable sources that Mordecai Murdoch has a fatal fear of firearms."

Venus chuckled and poked her fork into the remainder of her dinner. "How long do we wait?" she asked the brothers.

Sam reached over and shut his laptop, "Long enough for the new story to spread and the legend to change. I figure by nightfall, iron rounds will work on the sucker," he smiled, picking up his beer and holding it out for the others to toast.

Venus grabbed her bottle and clinked it with Dean and Sam's before taking a sip. But when she tried to place the bottle back on the table it wouldn't budge from her hand. She looked over to see Dean facing the same dilemma.

Sam released a triumphant laugh at the sight of their faces.

"You didn't," deadpanned Dean.

"Oh, I did," Sam grinned, brandishing the half tube of super glue.

Venus' eyes widened, "Oh you little shit," she spoke through gritted teeth, trying to shake her hand free, "Dean was the one who put the itching powder in your boxers, not me!"

"Dude!" Dean turned to her with wide eyes.

Sam rolled his eyes, a smile still on his lips, "Oh, I know. But I guess you were right, I am still mad about the Nair in my shampoo."

Venus watched silently as he tugged on the string above them, setting off the giggling fisherman posted on the wall. "Oh God, I'm gonna have to use all of my nail polish remover to get this shit off," she groaned, throwing her head back.

Dean stared up at the giggling fisherman for a few seconds before an idea came to him. "How much do you think they'll let this go for?"

Venus and Sam's heads snapped in his direction. "What?" they chorused, both worried about what driving for weeks on end with that thing in the car would do for their sanity.

"Relax," Dean said, "I want it for later. We're gonna need a distraction for those cops right?"

And for an extra sixty dollars, they got their ideal distraction.

The giggling fisherman pulled the officers far enough into the woods for the hunters to have all the time they needed and then some.

Now armed with iron bullets and a .45 pistol, Venus, Dean, and Sam snuck back into the hell house on high alert.

But Venus and Dean struggled to keep a grip on their guns. "I barely have any skin left on my palm," Dean grumbled, pointing his flashlight and gun ahead of him.

Sam chuckled from behind him, with Venus glaring up at him from where she was positioned between them, "I'm not touching that line with a ten-foot pole."

They continued down a few more hallways, practically back-to-back, until coming face to face with the basement door.

"You think old Mordecai's home?" Dean lowly spoke.

"I don't know," Venus replied, keeping her hands steady.

"Me neither."

The trio spun on the new voice within half a second, their guns aimed at who they realized to be Ed and Harry.

"Woah!" the pair exclaimed at the sight of the weapons aimed at them.

The hunters released a relieved breath and shifted their weapons away from the men but quickly grew annoyed at their presence.

"What the hell are you trying to do? Get yourself killed?" Sam panted.

Ed removed his night vision goggles and raised his hands in the air, a video camera hanging off of one of them. "We're just trying to get a book and movie deal, okay?" he admitted.

Venus' attention was soon drawn to the sounds of something being sharpened in the basement. She turned her gun towards the door once again, with the boys following suit.

"Oh crap," Ed began to panic.

Venus tried to ignore their presence, keeping her eyes and gun trained at the door. She could hear Mordecai's steps drawing closer and closer.

"Guys, you uh...you wanna open that door for us?"

"Why don't you?" Dean replied.

Another second passed then the door flew off its hinges and Mordecai came marching through. He barely had time to swing his axe before Venus, Dean, and Sam began firing shots into his form. It managed to slow him down but not kill him like they'd hoped. Mordecai disappeared after some time.

Dean nodded for Venus and Sam to check the basement.

The pair carefully ventured down into the darkened area with their guns up and backs against each other, but they didn't find Mordecai. They were alerted to the top of the stairs at the sound of someone falling.

"Hey, didn't you guys post that B.S. story we gave you?" they heard question Ed and Harry once they returned to the kitchen.

"Of course we did," Ed revealed.

"Yeah but then our server crashed," Harry added.

Venus and Sam exchanged looks. "Damnit," they muttered at the same time.

"So it didn't take," Dean voiced, "These guns don't work."

"Yeah."

"Great," Dean smiled joylessly, looking over at Venus and Sam, "Any ideas?"

They shrugged and tucked their guns away.

"We are getting out of here," Harry decided, grabbing Ed by the shoulder and pulling him out of the room when he wouldn't listen.

Venus' eyes landed on a can of gasoline under the counter. "Burn it," she suddenly said, gaining Sam and Dean's attention.

"What?"

"Mordecai's whole gag is the house, right? So maybe without the house..."

"He won't exist," Dean finished.

Venus nodded. She soon heard terrified screams from Ed and Harry down the hall. "Do it fast," she urged Dean, who had already grabbed the can. They began to splash the accelerant around the room while Venus ran in the direction of the helpless men.

She sprinted to the front hallway where Mordecai had them trapped and released a shrill whistle from her lips. The man halted in his steps and turned to face her. "Come and get me you old bastard!" she successfully drew his attention onto her.

Mordecai stalked towards her and swung his axe, which she anticipated, leaning backward to avoid the blade. Venus grabbed his axe when he swung again, but Mordecai used her old on it to slam her body against the wall, trapping her neck beneath the weapon.

Venus looked over at where Ed and Harry stood shaking in the corner. "Get out of here, now!" she choked out.

Once the men were out of view, Venus tightened her hold on the axe handle and tried to push it away from her neck. She managed to get it free but Mordecai pushed back, trapping her again. Venus was starting to get light-headed. "Dean!" she cried out, just in time for him to come running around the corner.

"Hey!" Dean shouted, holding down the nozzle of the spray paint can and lighting it on fire with his lighter.

Mordecai recoiled at the sight of the fire and dropped his axe, freeing Venus.

The brunette stumbled to her feet and ran over to Dean's side. The pair jogged over to the front door where Sam was waiting and gave the house one more glance. Dean looked at each of them before dropping his open lighter and setting the room ablaze. Before the flames could nick them, the hunters barreled out the front door and across the street behind the bushes.

They turned back to the entirety of the house on fire, using the moment to catch their breaths.

"Was that really the solution?" Sam turned to ask Venus, "Burn the whole damn place to the ground?"

"Like I said, without a house, Mordecai has nothing to haunt," Venus gently explained.

"It's fast and dirty but it works," Dean added.

"What if the legend changes again and Mordecais is allowed to leave the house?"

Venus paused. "Then we come back!" she eventually answered with a bright grin and a thumbs up.

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A/N: This chapter and the last one are low-key my least favorites cause they serve no purpose at all. I literally only covered this episode cause of the Ghostfacers content (I love those guys)

But stick around, yall are really gonna love the next chapter :)

Translations:
Buenos dias - Good morning

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