Chapter Fifteen: not edited

[THIS EPISODE LITERALLY MAKES ME UPSET BECAUSE OF HOW STUPID THE SIDE CHARACTERS ARE- I MEAN, WHY WOULD YOU MAKE A WEBSITE ABOUT A HAUNTED HOUSE IN SUPERNATURAL... IDIOTS.]

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Rory Moore was in the back seat of Dean Winchester's famous car- his head resting against the leather. He was so tired from a couple nights before with Meg and the Daevas. Who knew that a bunch of shadow demons could make someone so tired? He surely didn't know that.

Out the corner of his eye, he saw the eldest Winchester picking up a plastic spoon from his breakfast, and gently placing it in his younger brother's open mouth. Sam, who was fast asleep had no idea what his brother was doing at this moment. But Rory did, and that made him roll his eyes in amusement.

Grinning, Dean flips open his phone and takes a photo, then turns the music up very loud. "Fire...of unknown origins...took my baby away!" He started singing loudly, jerking Sam awake, who started to panic when he felt something in his mouth.

Spitting it out of his mouth, Sam watched his brother air drum to the music before speaking. "Ha ha, very funny."

"It was actually very amusing." Rory spoke up from the back, grinning when Sam shot him a glare.

"Don't encourage him." Sam says, swinging his head back to look at his brother, who started to snicker.

"Sorry, not a lot of scenery here in East Texas, kinda gotta make your own." Dean shrugs nonchalantly.

"Man we're not kids anymore Dean." Sam protested, waving his arms around wildly. "We're not going to start that crap up again."

"Start what?" The blonde leaned over the seat, glancing at Sam and Dean.

"Yeah, start up what?"

Sam sighed, creasing his eyebrows together. "That prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates."

"Aw, what's the matter Sammy, scared you're going to get a little Nair in your shampoo again huh?" Dean chuckles, swatting at Rory's hand when it got to close at him.

"Well, if his hair gets any longer, he will need a haircut." The blonde comments, eyeing Sam's hair. "So maybe Nair would be good."

"Again, don't encourage him, Rory." Sam whined lowly in the back of his throat.

"He's not encouraging me." Dean grins, giving Rory a high five randomly.

"All right, just remember you started it."

"Bring it on baldy."

A few quiet minutes later, Sam spoke up while looking around. "Where are we anyway?"

"A few hours outside of Richardson." Dean answered, tapping his fingers on top of the steering wheel. "Gimme the lowdown again?"

The youngest Winchester started to read off a piece of paper. "All right, about a month or two ago this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house."

"Haunted by what?" He asks.

"A ghost, probably." Rory breathed out of his nose, shivering when all of sudden he got a random chill. "Are you sure you car isn't haunted?"

"My Baby isn't haunted. How dare you think that?" Dean shot the blonde a harsh glare.

"It's old- just like you old man." He snickered lowly. "I mean, if we continue to hunt things that go bump in the night, you might as well grab a cane."

"You're such an asshole." Dean grumbled under his breath.

"Touche."

"Guys can we get back on track?" Sam shush them. "There's more important things than arguing about the car being old."

Dean sighed. "So what kind of ghost was it?"

"The thing that haunts-"

"A pretty misogynistic spirit." Sam cut off the blonde from speaking, knowing it'll just cause another argument. "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."

"We shouldn't go then." The blonde says quickly, panicking. "Sam, you look like a girl with your girly haircut. I don't want you to get stringed up."

"I'm not going to get stringed up, Rory. You worry too much."

Rory shuddered at the thought of Sam being strung up by some nefarious ghost from the dead. But then his mind started to cloud with grief at the thought of the girls who have been going to the haunted house to see the ghost or the house itself. It was sad really.

Dean cleared his throat. "Anybody ID the corpse?"

"Well, that's the thing- by the time the cops got there the body was gone." Sam reads off the newspaper. "So cops are saying the kids were just yanking chains."

"Maybe the cops are right." Dean says, making Rory roll his eyes.

"When are the cops ever right, Dean? Stop making stupid statements."

Dean was about to open his mouth when Sam slammed his hand over it. "Please stop it. Both of you."

"Fine. But he started it."

Sam gave him a look, silencing the blonde. "I think the kids are telling the truth."

"Why do you think that?"

"I read a couple of the kids firsthand accounts. They seemed pretty sincere."

Rory looked thoughtful, throwing his arm over Sam's seats, trying to peek at whatever he is reading. When he realized he wasn't reading anything else, he frowned. Shaking his head, he removed his arms from the chair and leaned against his own as he listened into Sam and Dean's conversation.

"Where'd you read these accounts?"

Sam, who was a little embarrassed, twiddled his fingers. "Well, I knew we were going to be passing through Texas. So, um, last night, I surfed some local paranormal websites."

"You found one?" The blonde quirked an eyebrow.

Sam nodded while Dean questioned his younger brother. "What's it called?"

Rory couldn't help but laugh when Sam read out the websites URL. What kind of people make a website like that? For kicks, or for some other reason? The blonde didn't know honestly, but it did make him intrigued by these people.

"Lemme guess, streaming live out of Mom's basement." Dean snorted.

Grinning, Sam laughed. "Yeah, probably."

"I'm pretty sure these kids have never seen a ghost." Rory rolled his eyes in amusement at how these kids operate. "It's just amusing that they made a website like this."

"Yeah, I know right." Dean made a noise of agreement. "Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the persqueeter."

"Look, we let Dad take off- which was a mistake-"

"Not really." Rory muttered, cutting of his statement, which earned him a glare.

"Now we don't know where the hell he is, so meantime we gotta find ourselves something to hunt." Sam continued, leaning against the window. "There's no harm checking this thing out."

"Alright. So where do we find these kids?"

"Same place you always find kids in a town like this."

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"Those kids sure were scared." Were the first words that came out of Rory's mouth the next morning.

"Yeah, your telling me." Sam made a noise of agreement.

The night before, the three of them went to some kind of roadhouse on the side of the road to find the kids that discovered the teen's body in the haunted house. But some of their accounts were kind of strange. All of them said they heard the story about the house from a guy named Craig. So, that's where Rory, Sam, and Dean ended up doing the next morning.

Once the enter the music shop, a short boy greeted them. "Fellas. Can I help you with anything?"

Sam nodded, walking up to the counter. "Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?"

"I am." Craig placed a record back in the place that it belonged to.

"Well we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean, this is Sam." Dean pointed to the two of them before motioning his hands to the blonde. "This oddball is Rory. Ignore him. That's what I do."

Rory rolled his eyes. "Ignore him actually. He's an ass."

"Um, okay?" Craig blinked before shaking his head. "What can I help you with?"

"We're doing an article on local hauntings and rumor has it you might know of one." Sam says, quirking an eyebrow.

"You mean the Hell House?" Craig questions them.

"There's a house called that? What kind of psycho names a house that?" Rory mutters to himself- causing Dean to roll his eyes because he heard what he said.

"That's the one."

"I didn't think there was anything to the story."

"Why don't you tell us the story."

That's when Craig started to explain the story of Mordachai Murdoch, and how he lived with his six daughters in that house. Apparently it was during the Great Depression when his crops were failing and he couldn't feed his family. So, that's when he killed them all and himself, leaving a dark path for a ghost to cause rampage.

"That's so sad." Rory's face faltered at the story.

Dean made a noise of agreement before asking his next question. "Where'd you hear all this?"

"My cousin Dana told me." Craig explained, not breaking a beat. "I don't know where she heard it from. Ya gotta realize, I -- I didn't believe this for a second."

"But now you do."

"I don't know what the hell to think, man." Craig rushes out, flinching a bit. "You guys, I--I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, ok? That girl was real. And she was dead. This was not a prank. I swear to God, I don't wanna go anywhere near that house ever again, ok?"

"Thanks."

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Rory, Sam, and Dean  slush up the muddy path to the house, all different looks on their faces- one nervous, another determined, and lastly one was bored out of his mind. You can tell which one is which honestly. The blonde was the bored one, obviously. He didn't feel like going out of his way to some haunted house at this moment. All he wanted to do was relax and not worry about some ghost attacking him.

"I don't blame the kid for not wanting to come back to this place." Rory swallowed hard as he looked at the broken building in front of them.

"Yeah, so much for curb appeal." Dean agrees with the blonde.

Dean grabs out the EMF meter to detect if there was some kind of reading around them. When it made a sound, Sam glanced up at his older brother. "You got something?"

"Obviously, Sam. It won't be beeping like crazy-"

"The EMF's is no good." Dean cut off Rory from finishing his sentence.

"Why?"

Dean gestured to the power lines. "I think that thing's still got a little juice in it. It's screwing with all the readings."

"Sounds like a personal problem."

"Shut up Rory." Dean glared at him.

All three of them walked up to the house, anticipation in their veins. They didn't know what they were going to find in the Hell House, but it probably wasn't anything great. It was a haunted house for crying out loud. Nothing good should happen in there.

Entering the house was easy, nothing out of the ordinary so far. Yet, there was all these kind of symbols throughout the walls, making the blonde quirk an eyebrow in confusion. What did they mean? Obviously, Sam knew what they're because he kept explaining them to all of them.

"What was that?" A sudden noise from some room caught their attention, especially the blondes.

He watches Sam and Dean take places by the door before busting through like a cat chasing its prey. Bright lights shone in their eyes, making them take a step back in confusion to see two human with goggles and a video camera standing there, looking annoyed at them for interrupting there session.

The guy with the glasses let out an annoyed noise. "Oh, cut. It's just a couple humans."

Rory quirked an eyebrow at them when he walked in behind Sam and Dean, who looked genuinely confused at the situation. Who were these guys? What were they doing in the house? By the looks of it, they're hunting the paranormal. But how did they know about it?

The boy continued to rant. "What are you guys doing here?"

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean asks sharply, not liking the idea of someone else being there.

"There obviously hunting ghosts, Dean. God, use your head for once." Rory says, earning a look from Dean to shut up.

"Your blonde friend is right." The guy with the glasses nodded. "We belong here, we're professionals."

"Professional what?"

"Paranormal Investigators." He answers with a slight smirk on his face. He hands all three of them business cards. "There you go, take a look at that, boys."

"Oh you gotta be kidding me."

"Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spengler?" Sam glances up from the business card at the guys, reading the card, noticing that they run the website from earlier. "You guys run that website."

The guy with the glasses, who is now named Ed nodded. "Yeah."

"Oh yeah, Dean here is a big fan." As those words left his mouth, he couldn't help but let out a small giggle at how the other Winchester glared at him. "He has your website memorized and everything."

"We're big fans." Sam couldn't help but let out a small snort, but quickly covered it up with a laugh.

Ed nodded with a squint, looking at them suspiciously. "And ahh, we know who you guys are too." Causing Sam and Dean to look at him sharply. "Amateurs, looking for ghosts and cheap thrills."

His friend made a noise of agreement. "So if you guys don't mind, we're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here."

"Sure, sure." Rory moved around them, looking at the houses scenery. "Have you got anything?"

"Yeah, what have you got so far?"

"Harry, why doncha tell 'em about EMF?" Ed smirks at his friend, making the blonde roll his eyes.

Playing dumb, Sam gave them a look. "EMF?"

"Electromagnetic field? Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector." Harry points at the machine in his hand. "Like this bad boy right here."

He turns it on, earning a smirk from Dean.

"Whoa. Whoa. It's 2.8mg."

Soon enough, Rory had gotten bored of the conversation and decided to walk out of the small interior room with a frown. He couldn't believe some humans like Ed and Harry would spend their time looking for cheap thrills and ghosts. They could get themselves killed. But no matter what you tell them, they wouldn't listen.

Shorty after the confrontation with the pair of humans, Rory and Sam were in the public library looking for more information on the Hell House and Mordechai, but they couldn't find much information on him or the house.

When they walked out of the building, Dean approached them. "Hey. What you got?"

"Absolutely nothing. It was a bust. So that was a waste of time." Rory grumbled under his breath.

"You're the one who volunteered to go in with him!"

"Well, I couldn't help it."

"Why not?"

"Cause I wanted to see more of his backside." Rory replied bluntly, causing Dean to choke on his spit while Sam looked away with a slight blush to his cheeks.

"Rory, if you flirt with my brother one more time, I'm going to-"

"I can't help it, Dean. He looks so devouring in those jeans." He couldn't help but let out a noise of approval when his eyes flickered over to the taller male.

"Anyways! I couldn't find a Mordechai but I did find a Martin Murdock who lived in that house in the '30s" Sam changed the subject before Dean punched the blonde in the face. "He did have children but only two of them, both boys, and there's no evidence he ever killed anyone."

"Huh."

"What about you?"

They have reached the Impala and stand talking over the top of it.

"Well those kids didn't really give us a clear description of that dead girl but I did hit up the police station. No matching missing persons. It's like she never existed." Dean explains, keeping his eye on the blonde closely. "Dude, come on, we did our digging, man, this one's a bust all right. For all we know those hellhound boys made up the whole thing."

"Yeah all right."

"I say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals."

All three of them get into the car, two of them not knowing what Sam had done to the impala. The older male turns the key into the ignition, making Latino pop-dance music blare throughout the car- but, that wasn't all. When Dean tried to turn it off, the wipers turn on, making him rear back in shock.

"Whoa!  What the..." He says in shock and disbelief.

He quickly reaches to turn everything off.

Sam gets in fully, laughing his head off. He licks his finger and marks an imaginary '1' in the air then points to himself.

Giving him a dirty look, Dean spoke up. "That's all you got? Weak. That is bush league."

With that, the impala drove off without a care in the world.

After the whole incident at the public library and there adventure to the Hell House again, only to be chased by the ghost with an ax, causing the blonde to almost have an accident. He couldn't stand ghosts or anything that go bumps in the night.

What scared Rory the most was when the ghost of Mordechai went after Sam. Even though it confused him, it made him wonder why it went after him in the first place. Wasn't it only supposed to go after blonde girls? Not beautiful men like Sam Winchester.

"I can't believe those two idiots got caught." He snickered when his mind quickly flashed to the scene where Ed and Harry got arrested by the police.

"Well, what do you expect? They aren't pros like us." Dean commented with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Still? Haven't you guys got caught before?" Rory asked them.

"Not yet."

He snickered. "I can see it in your future."

"Okay, Blondie. Why don't you shut up for once?"

Rory stretched on the bed, drawing a finger around him. "Why don't you make me? I would love to see you try."

Across the room, Sam let out a noise of disgust. He couldn't believe someone like Rory Moore would go down that level. He wasn't feeling jealous, but he couldn't help but feel saddened at the idea of the blonde's attention on someone else other than him. 

"What? Are you feeling jealous over there, Bambi? You know you can join us as well." He quickly let out a silent laugh when he felt a shoe hit him from across the room. "Or not. That's fine as well."

Dean, who was still glancing at the paper in his hand spoke up. "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."

"It does." Sam spoke up quietly.

"All right. Well I mean that explains why he went after you, but why me?"

"Hilarious." The brunette rolled his eyes at his brothers words.

Rory closed his eyes, listening to the words that came out of his mouth. Every so often he would feel himself drifting off, causing him to snap his eyes open before closing them again. He didn't know why he was so tired. Maybe it was because of the lack of sleep recently or what.

"What's up with that?" Sam spoke up, making the blonde open his eyes to look at him. "And the ax too. I mean, ghosts are usually pretty strict, right? Following the same patterns over and over?"

"But this mook keeps changing." All of sudden, Dean shot up out of his bed. "I don't know but I think I might have just figured out where it all started."

➼

"I can't believe he made it all up. What an asshole." Rory commented while walking through the crowd. Sam and Dean were already sitting at a table with two pairs of coffee on top.

"Well, what do you expect? He was a loser." Dean says while sipping some of his drink.

"Takes one to know one." He responds, earning a glare from the older man. His eyes flickered to Sam, who kept adjusting his pants with a grimace.

Dean, who was sitting across from Rory, was watching his younger brother. "Dude, what's your problem?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"That should be your family motto instead of the whole family business thing." Rory eyed Sam. "You always your fine when in reality you're not."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Shut up Rory." He turned to look at his brother. "So, like I was saying.."

"So, ah, alright keep going. What about these tulpas?"

"Okay, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915." Sam started to say, moving around a bit. "Group of monks visualized a golem in their head. They mediated on it so hard they brought the thing to life. Out of thin air."

"That's actually pretty cool."

"It is." Sam made a noise of agreement. "But remember this, this was twenty monks. Imagine what 10,000 web surfers could do."

"Yeah, I don't even want to imagine that."

Sam continued his explanation. "I mean Craig starts the story about Mordechai, then it spreads, goes online. Now there are countless people all believing in the bastard."

"Now wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?"

The youngest Winchester looks uncomfortable. "I dunno, maybe."

"People believe in Santa Claus, how come I'm not getting hooked up on Christmas?"

"Cause you're a bad person." Sam and Rory said at the same time, making them look at each other for a brief second before the brunette continued. "And because of this..."

Sam turns his laptop, showing them both a symbol from the Hell House.

"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."

"This is too much information. I'm going to go sit by the impala and wait for you two losers to be done." And that's what Rory did, until Sam and Dean joined him twenty minutes later.

"Come on, we're going to see the losers." Sam grabbed onto Rory's arm pulling him into the car.

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"This day has been so stressful." As soon as those words left his mouth, he couldn't help but let out a loud gasp of air when smoke filled his lungs. "I really hate smoke."

"Don't we all." Dean coughed into his arm, walking down the trailer park before picking one of the picnic tables.

"Oh, look. Here they come." Rory narrowed his eyes when Ed and Harry approached them.

"Gentleman." Ed said to them.

"Hey guys." Sam greeted with a fake smile.

"Should we tell them?" Harry glanced at his best friend.

"Hey, might as well, you know, they're going to read about it in the trades." Ed nodded.

"So this morning we got a phone call from a very important Hollywood producer."

"Oh yeah, wrong number?" Dean stated sarcastically, earning a snort from Rory.

"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."

They place their grocery bags into a totally overloaded car.

"And create the RPG."

"The what?" Dean looks at them in confusion.

"Role playing game."

"Right."

"A little lingo for you. Anyhoo, ahhh, excuse us, we're off to la-la land."

"Well congratulations guys. That sounds really great." Sam congratulated them.

"Yeah, I am surprised." Rory found himself stating. "To be honest, I thought you guys were a bunch of losers, but guess I was wrong."

"Uh, thanks?" Ed blinked, then made a hand gesture. "Later."

Both of them drove off into the night.

"Wow." Dean says.

"I have a confession to make." Sam says suddenly.

"What's that."

"I, uh...I was the one that called them and told them I was a producer."

"It was my idea." Rory added.

Laughing, Dean spoke up. "Yeah well I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat." Making Sam and Rory laugh.

"Truce?"

"Yeah truce. At least for the next 100 miles."

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I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT FOR THIS PART OF THE BOOK.

This chapter was terrible oml. I am so sorry.

I've been so busy. I was at a Supernatural convention in November with my mom and grandma. I met Alexander Calvert and Ruth Connell. They were amazing.

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