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Previously on Worlds Colliding (Supernatural):

November 2, 1988

Clips from "Pilot"

The Winchester House.

17 years ago

Young Sam walked into Baby Catty's nursery to see a man's silhouette standing over Baby Catty's crib. "Daddy?"

Mary ran toward the nursery, stopping short.

John gave Baby Catty to Young Sam. "Take your sister outside as fast as you can! Now, Sammy, go!"

Young Sam and Young Dean ran out of the house with Baby Catty.

John looked at the ceiling.

Their mother mysteriously died.

John watched the nursery burn, Mary with it. "Mary! No!"

Now they are...

From 1.07 "Hook Man", in Lori and Taylor's dorm room, Dean, Catty and Sam were looking at the message on the wall.

From 1.01 "Pilot", in Sam's Apartment, Catty spoke to Sam and Jessica. "Dad's on a hunting trip."

Outside of John's motel room, Sam and Dean were covered with sewer water, playing lookout.

Catty's arms reached out, pulling Sam and Dean inside.

In Sam's Apartment, Catty spoke to Sam and Jessica. "And he hasn't been home in a few days."

Are on a quest to find their father

In the Jericho County Sheriff's Office, Sheriff tossed down John's Journal.

From 1.02 "Wendigo", in the woods, Dean knelt in front of Sam and Catty, holding John's Journal. "This is Dad's book. I think he wants us to pick up where we left off."

From 1.03 "Dead in the Water", on the dock above the lake, Lucas knelt down, reaching a hand into the water.

Peter's hand reach out of the water to grab Lucas', pulling him into the water.

From 1.06 "Skin", on the street outside of the Impala, Dean had a gun trained on Shapeshifter!Catty.

Dean: (voice over from 1.02 Wendigo) "Saving people."

From 1.06 "Skin", in the Warren House, Shapeshifter!Dean lunged toward Catty. A beaten, bloody and tortured Catty held the knife ready, breathing heavily, bracing herself for a fight.

From 1.01 "Pilot", on Sylvania Bridge The Ghost-possessed Impala drove straight toward Dean, Catty and Sam. Dean, Catty and Sam ran away as fast as they could.

Dean: (voice over from 1.02 Wendigo) "Hunting things."

From 1.09 "Home", in Jenny's House, An invisible force threw Sam to the floor, making him slide backward into another room, crashing into the table.

From 1.05 "Bloody Mary", in the antique store, Catty used a crowbar to shatter Bloody Mary's mirror.

Dean: (voice over from 1.02 Wendigo) "The family business."

From 1.02 "Wendigo", in the woods, Sam spoke to Catty and Dean. "I got to find Dad."

Catty nodded. "Okay."

The Impala drove off into the night.

§

Two Months Ago

Richardson, Texas

Day One

Night - Woods

Three guys, one holding a flashlight, and a blonde girl walked along a muddy path.

"Come on, man," Guy 1 told them. "Is it much further? I'm the cold."

"It should be just up here," the guy with the flashlight told them.

They walked toward a deserted cabin.

"Whoa," the girl told them.

"There we go," the guy with the flashlight told them.

"How'd you find this place anyway, Craig?" Guy 2 asked.

Craig shrugged. "My cousin told me about it."

"I am so not going in there," the girl told them.

"Wuss," Craig told her. "We came all the way out here. May as well check it out."

"Let's just hurry this up, and get back to the car, all right?" Guy 1 asked. "It's freaking cold out here."

Craig and Guy 1 walked forward.

Guy 2 looked at the girl. "You want me to hold your hand?" The girl thought about it, taking his hand. "Are there... any other parts I can hold?"

"Ew," the girl told him, hitting him. "Shut up, you loser."

Guy 2 laughed. "Come on! What?"

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Cabin

There was nothing but darkness until the group of teenagers walked in.

The flashlight showed weird symbols on the walls.

"No way," Craig told them. "Look at this stuff. Come on. It's this way."

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Another Room

Craig led them into the other room. "They say that it lives in the root cellar. It goes after girls. Always girls. It just, uh, strings them up."

"They say?" Guy 1 repeated. "Who's they? Where'd you hear this crap?"

"I told you, my cousin," Craig told them.

"And where'd she hear it?" Guy 1 asked.

"I don't know," Craig told them. "She just heard it."

Guy 1 smirked. "Whatever. Give me that thing."

Guy 1 took the flashlight, opening a door to the basement, walking downstairs.

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Basement

The others followed him downstairs into the basement more slowly, staying on the steps.

"Ooh, look," Guy 1 told them tauntingly. "It's the evil root cellar. You know where Satan cans all his vegetables. Come on. Get your candy ass down here and see for yourselves. It's just a basement full of skank-filled jars in some crap farmhouse. I don't see anything scary." He laughed. "Do you?" The others joined him, looking around. They looked behind him, freezing. "What?" They didn't answer. "What? What is it?"

Guy 1 turned around, using the flashlight to reveal a girl hanging from the rafters. He screamed.

§ Worlds Colliding (Supernatural) §

Day Two

Morning - On the Road - Interstate 35 - The Impala

(Song:) Jaded Little Love Song - Terramara

Dean was driving.

Catty was in the passenger seat.

Sam was asleep in the backseat.

Catty smiled when she saw Sam sleeping, turning in her seat.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked. 

Catty put a finger to her lips, telling him to be quiet, putting a plastic spoon into Sam's mouth.

Dean chuckled, looking into the rear view mirror to see.

Catty took out her phone, taking a picture of Sam, smiling smugly.

"Catty..." Dean trailed off, chuckling.

"Shh," Catty told him, turning the radio up until it was loud enough to wake up Sam. 

Sam looked up, taking the spoon out of his mouth. 

 Dean drummed his hands against the steering wheel to the beat. 

"Ha ha," Sam told them sarcastically. "Very funny." 

Catty chuckled. "Sorry. Not a lot of scenery here in east Texas. You kind of got to make your own." 

"Man, we're not kids anymore, Catty," Sam told her.

"Well, you're right," Catty told him. "Technically. I mean, I just turned 18 a few weeks ago. What's your guys' excuse?" 

"Hey," Dean told her in defense.

"I'm serious," Sam told them. "We're not gonna start that crap up again." 

"Start what up?" Dean asked. 

"That prank stuff," Sam answered. "It's stupid, and it always escalates." 

"You only think it's stupid because you suck at it," Catty told him. Sam gave her a look. "I mean, what's the matter, Sammy? You afraid you're gonna get a little nair in your shampoo again, huh?" 

"All right," Sam told her. "Just remember, you started it." 

"Oh, bring it on, Baldy and Barbie," Dean told them.

"Jerk," Sam told him.

"Dick," Dean replied.

"Bitches," Catty told them. 

Sam sighed, shaking his head. "Where are we, anyway?" 

"A few hours outside of Richardson," Dean answered. "Give me the lowdown again." 

Sam grabbed a map from the back seat. "All right, about a month or two ago, this group of kids goes poking around this local haunted house." 

"Haunted by what?" Catty asked. 

"Apparently, a pretty misogynistic Spirit," Sam answered. "Legend goes, it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters." 

"Oh, Catty, you might have to sit this one out," Dean told her.

Catty smiled sarcastically. "Bite me." 

"Anyway, this group of kids see this dead girl hanging in the cellar," Sam told them.

"Anybody ID the corpse?" Dean asked.

"Well, that's the thing," Sam told them. "By the time the cops got there, the body was gone. So the cops were saying the kids were yanking their chains." 

"Maybe the cops are right," Dean told them.

"Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids' firsthand accounts," Sam told them. "They seem pretty sincere." 

"Where'd you read these accounts?" Catty asked. 

"Well, I knew we were gonna be passing through Texas, so last night, I was surfing some local... paranormal websites, and I found one," Sam answered. 

"And what's it called?" Catty asked. 

Sam smiled a small smile. "Hellhoundslair.com." 

Catty chuckled. "Let me guess. Streaming live out of Mom's basement." 

Sam smiled. "Yeah, probably." 

"Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit them in the pursqueeter," Dean told them.

"Look, we let Dad take off, which was a mistake, by the way, and now we don't know where the hell he is," Sam told them. "So meantime, we got to find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm checking this thing out."

"All right," Dean told them. "So, where do we find these kids?"

Catty tilted her head. "Same place you always find kids in a town like this."

(Song Ends)

§

Night - Fast Foot Outlet "Rodeo Drive"

(Song:) Burning for You - Blue Oyster Cult

The Impala pulled up.

There were snippets of the people that were at the cabin being interviewed.

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Outside Table

Guy 1 was sitting at the outside table. "It was the scariest thing I ever saw in my life, I swear to God."

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Serving Hatch

Guy 2 was working at the serving hatch. "From the moment we walked in, the walls were painted black." 

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Outside Table

Guy 1. "Red." 

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Inside Table

The girl was sitting at the inside table. "I think it was blood." 

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Outside Table

Guy 1. "With all these freaky symbols."

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Serving Hatch

Guy 2. "Crosses and stars and..."

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Outside Table

Guy 1. "Pentagons." 

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Serving Hatch

Guy 2. "Pentecostals." 

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Inside Table

The girl. "Whatever. I had my eyes close the whole time." 

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Outside Table

Guy 1. "I can tell you this. No matter what anybody else says..." 

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Inside Table

The girl. "That poor girl." 

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Serving Hatch

Guy 2. "With the black..." 

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Outside Table

Guy 1. "Blonde..." 

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Inside Table

The girl. "Red hair, just hanging there." 

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Outside Table

Guy 1. "Kicking." 

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Serving Hatch

Guy 2. "Not even moving." 

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Inside Table

The girl. "She was real." 

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Outside Table

Guy 1. "100%." 

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Service Hatch

Guy 2. "And kind of hot. Well, you know, in a dead sort of way."

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Inside

Catty, Sam and Dean were standing together.

Catty looked at Sam and Dean, raising her eyebrows, getting whiplash from the three different stories. "Okay."

"And how'd you find out about this place, anyway?" Dean asked. 

Guy 1, the girl, and Guy 2 were sitting together at the table now, speaking together. "Craig."

(Song Ends)

§

Music Shop

(Song:) Slow Death - Zach Tempest (Extreme Music)

Sam, Dean and Catty walked in.

Craig walked toward them with a box in his hands. "Help you with anything?" 

"Yeah," Catty answered. "Are you Craig Thurston?" 

"I am," Craig answered. 

"Oh," Catty told him. "Well, we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I'm Catty. This is Sam and Dean." 

"No way," Craig told them. "Yeah, I'm a writer, too. I write for my school's Lit magazine." 

"Well, good for you, Morrison," Dean told him. 

"We're doing an article on local hauntings, and rumor has it you might know about one," Sam told him. 

"You mean the Hell House?" Craig asked. 

"That's the one," Catty answered. 

"I didn't think there was anything to the story," Craig told them.

"Why don't you tell us the story?" Sam asked. 

Craig sighed, putting the box down, walking around them toward the counter. "Well, supposedly back in the '30s, this farmer, Mordechai Murdoch, used to live in the house with his six daughters." Sam and Catty turned to face him. "During the Depression, his crops were failing. Didn't have enough money to even feed his own children." Dean was looking through the records nearby. "So I guess that's when he went off the deep end."

"How?" Catty asked. 

Dean turned to face them, walking closer.

"Well, he figured it was best if his girls died quick rather than starve to death, so he attacked them," Craig told them. "They screamed, begged for him to stop. But he just strung them up, one after another. And then when he was all finished, he turned around and hung himself. Now they say that his Spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringing up any other girl who goes inside." 

"Where'd you hear all this?" Dean asked. 

"My cousin Dana told me," Craig answered. "I don't know where she heard it from. You got to realize I didn't believe this for a second." 

"But now you do?" Sam asked. 

"I don't know what the hell to think, man," Craig told them. "Guys, I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, okay? That girl was real. And she was dead. This was not a prank. I swear to God, I don't want to go anywhere near that house ever again, okay?" 

"Thanks," Catty told him. 

Sam, Dean and Catty turned around, walking away, leaving.

(Song Ends)

§

Day Three

Morning - Hell House - Outside

Sam, Dean and Catty walked up to the house.

"Can't say I blame the kid," Sam told them.

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "So much for curb appeal." He looked at Catty tauntingly. "Sure you wanna do this, Cat? I mean, this Ghost supposedly goes after girls like you."

"Oh, yeah," Catty answered. "Besides, Mordechai Murdoch would more likely go after you before he ever came after me." 

"Ouch," Dean told her, pulling out the EMF. 

"You got something?" Sam asked. 

"Yeah," Dean answered. "The EMF's no good." 

"Why?" Sam asked. 

Dean looked at the power lines around the house. "I think that thing's still go a little juice in it. It's screwing with all the readings." 

"Yeah, that'd do it," Sam told them.

"Yeah," Catty agreed. "Come on, let's go."

§

Inside

Catty, Sam and Dean walked in.

The walls were grayish, and there were in fact symbols all over the walls, and candles all over the place, but, obviously, they were unlit. 

"Looks like old man Murdoch was a bit of a tagger during his time," Dean told them.

"And after his time, too," Sam told them. "The reverse cross has been used by Satanists for centuries, but the Sigil of sulfur didn't show up in San Francisco until the '60s." 

"Exactly why you never get laid," Dean told him. 

Sam gave Dean a look.

Catty rolled her eyes, turning away, noticing a mark on the wall that looked like a cross with a hook as the bottom piece. "What about this one? You seen this one before?" 

Sam walked closer. "No." 

Sam took a picture of it.

"I have," Dean told them. "Somewhere." 

Catty touched the red mark. "It's paint. Seems pretty fresh, too." 

"I don't know, guys," Dean told them, turning away. "I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind, but the cops might be right about this one." 

"Yeah, maybe," Sam told them.

They heard a crash further in the house, walking toward it. Sam and Dean stood on either side of the door, ready. 

Dean nodded to Catty.

§

Other Room

Catty opened the door, walking in.

Sam and Dean followed on either side of Catty.

Bright lights were shone in their faces, making them look away. 

Two guys were standing there. One with red hair and glasses. The other with black hair. 

"Ugh," Guy 1 complained (the one with the glasses). "Cut! Just a couple of Humans." 

Guy 2 (the one with the black hair) turned off the light and the camera. "What are you guys doing here?" 

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean replied.

"Uh, we belong here," Guy 1 told them. "We're professionals." 

"Professional what?" Catty asked. 

"Paranormal investigators," Guy 1 told them, pulling out a card, handing it to Catty. "Here you go. Take a look at that, sweetheart." 

Catty took the card. "You got to be kidding me." She looked up at them. "Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spengler." Guy 2 pointed at Guy 1 when she said Ed, pointing at himself when she said Harry. "Hellhoundslair.com. You guys run that website." 

"Yeah," Ed answered. "And, uh, my number's on that, too, just so you know." 

"Not that I will need it, but yeah, yeah, we're huge fans," Catty told them. 

"And we know who you guys are, too," Ed told them.

"Oh, yeah?" Sam asked. 

Ed cleared his throat. "Amateurs looking for Ghosts and cheap thrills."

Sam, Catty and Dean exchanged an amused look.

"Yeah, so, if you guys don't mind, we're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here," Harry told them.

"Yeah?" Sam asked. "What do you got so far?" 

"Why would I tell a few amateurs about something that they can't control?" Harry asked.

Ed looked at Catty. "And actually, it's kind of dangerous in here for you, don't you think? Mordechai goes after girls. I wouldn't want you to get hurt." Catty smirked, scoffing, shaking her head, taking out a butterfly knife from her pocket. "Whoa, there's no need for weapons, darling." 

Catty tilted her head, holding one side of the butterfly handle knife, letting the other go, letting it swing around her thumb, letting go, catching it to where the blade faced Ed and Harry, letting the handle slide off of her hand, flipping the back lever down, twisting her wrist, flipping the lever up, catching it to where both were held in her hand, ready to use. "You know what repels Ghosts, right? This knife is pure iron. It can protect me." 

Ed and Harry looked at Catty in shock. 

"If you don't stop hitting on her, I'm pretty sure she'll use it on you," Dean told him.

Sam smirked in amusement.

"Are you Buffy?" Ed asked.

"What?" Catty asked. "No." She put the knife away. "No, but I did just show you that we're no amateurs, so that's proof that you can trust us. What are you doing to find the Ghost?"

"EMF, electromagnetic fields," Harry answered, taking out an EMF. "Special entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector like this bad boy right here." 

"Whoa," Ed told them. "Whoa. It's 2.8 mG. It's hot in here." 

"Wow," Sam told them.

"Huh," Dean told them. "So, have you guys ever really seen a Ghost before?" 

"Once," Ed told them. "We were investigating this old house, and we saw a vase fall right off the table."

"By itself," Harry told them.

"Well, we didn't actually—we didn't actually see it, but we heard it," Ed told them. Dean closed his eyes, shaking his head. "And something like that, it—it changes you." 

Catty had to keep from smiling. 

"I think we get the picture," Dean told them. "We should go, let them get back to work." 

"Yeah, you should," Harry told them.

"Sam, Catty," Dean told them, leading the way out of the house. 

Sam and Catty followed him, leaving.

Harry gave Ed a look.

"I'm sorry," Ed told him. "That pot we smoked gave me the giggles." He watched the siblings go. "And that chick was so hot." He looked at Harry. "Did she seem into me?"

"I don't know," Harry told him.

"Maybe?"  Ed asked.

Harry shrugged. "Maybe."

§

Library - Outside

Dean and Catty were waiting outside.

Sam walked outside with a book. "Hey." 

"Hey," Dean told him. "What do you got?" 

"Well, I couldn't find a Mordechai, but I did turn up a Martin Murdoch who lived in that house in the '30s," Sam told them. "He did have children, but only two of them, both boys. There was no record he ever killed anyone. What about you?" 

"Those kids didn't give a clear description of the dead girl, but I did hit up the police station," Catty told them. "No matching missing persons. It's like she never existed."

They reached the Impala. 

"We did our digging," Dean told them. "This one's a bust. All right? For all we know, those hellhound boys made up the whole thing." 

Sam sighed. "Yeah, all right."

"I don't know," Catty told them. "I just have a bad feeling about this one."

"Catty, the legend says that Murdoch goes after girls that go into that house," Dean told her. "Now, the last time I check, you're a girl." Catty gave him a look, as if to to ask, Oh, really? "You went into that house, and he didn't try to come after you. I say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals." 

Dean and Catty got into the car in the front seats.

Sam watched from the outside expectantly, smirking.

Dean started the engine.

Loud Spanish music blasted from the radio and speakers, startling them.

"Whoa!" Catty told them, turning the music off. "What the..."

§

The Impala

Sam laughed, getting into the back seat. "One. Me."

"That's all you got?" Catty asked. "That's weak." Sam smiled. "That is Bush-league." 

Dean drove them away. 

§

Night - Hell House - Outside

Two girls and a guy approached the house.

"This is it," the guy told them. "The point of no return."

"Why do I have to go in there?" Girl 1 asked.

"Because, Jill, you chose dare," Girl 2 answered. "You either have to grab a jar from Mordechai's cellar and bring it back or..."

"Or you can make out with me," the guy finished.

Jill gave them a look. "I'll take the homicidal Ghost, thanks."

Jill turned on her flashlight, slowly approaching the house, walking inside.

The guy looked at the girl. "Would you ever take that dare?"

The girl scoffed. "Hell, no."

§

Inside

Jill walked cautiously further into the house.

There was a noise like knives being sharpened.

Jill looked around. "Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?"

There was no answer.

§

Basement

Jill walked downstairs, looking around, finding the jars, walking toward them. She took one. She heard something behind her, turning around, dropping the jar, making it shatter on the floor by impact. "Okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay."

Jill turned around to see Mordechai.

Mordechai tied rope around Jill's neck, hoisting her up to the ceiling.

Jill screamed for help but no one seemed to hear her.

Mordechai disappeared.

Jill had been hung completely, dead.

§

Day Four

Morning - Hell House - Outside

Emergency vehicles and men moved around.

Jill's body was brought out on a stretcher.

Sam, Dean and Catty walked toward a man.

"What happened?" Dean asked. 

"Couple of cops say that poor girl hung herself in the house," the man answered. 

"Suicide?" Catty asked.

"Yeah," the man told them. "She was a straight A student with a full right to UT, too. It just don't make sense."

"Where was she found?" Catty asked.

"The root cellar," the man answered. "That's all I know. I'm sorry." 

The man walked away, leaving.

"What do you think?" Sam asked. 

"I think that the first supposed victim, the kids said that they found her in the root cellar before she disappeared," Catty told them. "That girl was found in the root cellar. We didn't go into the root cellar yesterday. That could be the reason that Murdoch didn't come after me. So, I think this is evidence that we missed something, that I was right, and you two were wrong, as usual." 

"So, what?" Sam asked. "We just come back later tonight and use you as bait?" Catty didn't answer, shrugging. "Oh, come on, Catty." 

"What?" Catty asked. "Do you have any better ideas?" 

Sam and Dean didn't answer, sighing, knowing she was right. 

§

Night - Hell House - Outside

A squad car with two cops was sitting right outside.

Sam, Catty and Dean were hiding behind a brush. 

"I guess the cops don't want any more kids screwing around in there," Sam told them.

"Yeah, but we still got to get in there," Catty told them.

They could hear twigs snapping. 

Dean looked toward it, seeing Ed and Harry. "I don't believe it." Sam and Catty followed his gaze, looking at Dean. Dean smiled. "I got an idea." He slowly stood, using a deep voice. "Who you gonna call?" 

Dean ducked into hiding. 

The officers looked toward Ed and Harry. "Hey! You!" They ran toward them. "Freeze!" 

Ed and Harry ran away. The cops followed them.

Sam, Catty and Dean stood, running into the house before they got caught.

§

Inside

Sam put the bag of weapons down, handing a shotgun to each Catty and Dean.

Dean shone his flashlight onto the symbol Catty had pointed out the day before. "Where have I seen that symbol before? It's killing me." 

"Come on," Catty told them. "We don't have much time."

§

Basement 

They walked down into the basement root cellar.

"I still hate this plan," Sam told them.

"Aw, you guys are worried about me," Catty told them. "That's sweet. Don't be. If you just see a Ghost trying to tie a rope around my throat, shoot him."

"That's not funny," Sam told her.

They looked around the glass jars of various, mysterious fluids on the shelves.

Dean picked up one. "Hey, Sam, I dare you to take a swig of this." 

"What the hell would I do that for?" Sam asked. 

Dean smirked. "I double dare you." 

Sam shook his head. 

There was a scraping from a cornered off piece of the root cellar. 

Catty walked in, raising shotgun and flashlight, aiming it at the doors that she heard it from. 

Sam and Dean walked closer, shotguns and flashlights raised. 

Sam opened the door.

Rats ran out of the closet, squeaking. 

"Ugh," Catty complained, lowering her gun to her side. "I hate rats." 

"You'd rather it was a Ghost that wants to kill you?" Dean asked. 

"Yes," Catty answered.

Sam looked behind her. "Catty!" 

Catty turned just as Murdoch appeared with a hatchet, ducking as it swung. The blade slashed into the wall above Catty's head. 

Sam and Dean shot Murdoch, but it didn't seem to any kind of effect. After several shots, it disappeared.

"What the hell kind of Spirit is immune to rock salt?" Catty asked, standing. 

"I don't know," Dean told them. "Come on! Come on! Come on!" 

They ran toward the stairs.

Murdoch appeared, using the hatchet to slash into the shelves in front of them, making them stop. He pushed Sam and Dean away, trying to use the hatchet to cut into Catty's head. Catty raised the shotgun above her head to block the move, turning the gun to push the hatchet away, hitting Murdoch in the face with the butt of the gun, making him fall back into the shelves that he destroyed. 

Sam and Dean stood.

Sam, Dean and Catty ran out of the root cellar.

Murdoch slashed the hatchet into the electrical box, making it spark repeatedly.

§

Outside

Ed and Harry crept back toward the house.

Harry raised his night vision goggles. "Maybe we should just get out of here."

"No," Ed told him. "Would John Edward go? We've lost the cops, let's find out centre and get some work do. Okay? All right?"

Ed and Harry approached the house.

Sam, Dean and Catty burst out of the door.

"Get that damn thing out of my face!" Dean told them.

"Go!" Catty told them. "Go!" 

Sam, Dean and Catty ran past them, running away, leaving.

Murdoch stood in the doorway of the house.

Harry and Ed looked at Murdoch in shock.

"Sweet Lord," Ed told him.

"Of the rings," Harry told him. "If it really is... Run!" They turned to run, only to find their way was blocked by the officers. "Look, there's a... look. There's a man over there." They looked toward the doorway to see that Murdoch had disappeared. "I saw... Where'd he go?"

The officers grabbed their collars.

"Boys, come on," Officer 1 told them.

The officers pulled Ed and Harry away.

§

Motel Room

Dean laid on one of the beds, drawing the symbol. 

Sam was reading books on search. 

Catty was on her laptop.

"What the hell is this symbol?" Dean asked. "It's bugging the hell out of me. This whole damn job's bugging me. I thought the legend said that Mordechai hung chicks in the basement."

"It does," Catty told him. "But he came after me with a hatchet. And the legend also says that he hung himself, but you see those slit wrists?" 

"Yeah," Sam answered.

"What's up with that?" Catty asked. "Ghosts are usually pretty strict, right? Following the same patterns over and over?"

"His mood keeps changing," Sam told them.

"Exactly," Catty told them.

"The only thing that stayed the same was that he only went after Catty," Sam told them.

"I'm tell you, the way the story goes..." Catty trailed off, looking at the screen, where she was on the hellhoundslair.com page. "Wait a minute."

"What?" Dean asked. 

"Someone added a new posting to the Hellhound site," Catty answered. "Listen to this. 'They say Mordechai Murdoch was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with a ax before slitting his own wrists. His victim of choice? Blonde women. Now he's imprisoned in the house for eternity.' Sam, the original posting you saw, where it said that Mordechai hung his daughters, and that he hung any other girl down there, did it say anything about preferences?" 

"No, none," Sam answered. "And, anyway, the girl who died last night wasn't blonde. Where the hell is this going?" 

"I don't know, but I think I might have just figured out where it all started," Dean told them.

They looked back at him in confusion.

Dean stood, walking away. 

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Day Five

Morning - Music Store

(Song:) Anthem - Zach Tempest (Extreme Music)

Sam, Catty and Dean walked into the music store.

Craig walked up the stairs.

"Hey, Craig," Catty told him. "Remember us?" 

Craig turned to face them. "Guys, look, I'm really not in the mood to answer any more of your questions, okay?" 

"Oh, don't worry," Dean told him. "We're just here to buy an album. That's all." 

Craig went back to work.

Dean picked up the album that he had been looking at the other day, showing it to Sam and Catty.

The symbol was on the album's case.

Dean walked toward Craig. "You know, I couldn't figure out what that symbol was, and then I realized it doesn't mean anything. It's a logo for Blue Oyster Cult. Tell me, Craig, you into BOC, or just scaring the hell out of people?" Craig took the album. "Why don't you tell us about that house, without lying through your ass this time?"

Craig put the album down, sighing, sitting down. "All right. Um, 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."

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Flashback 

Day - Hell House

Craig and his cousin Dana were setting up the Hell House to make it look like it did in present-day.

Craig was hanging bones of chicken feet on a door frame.

Craig: (voice over) "We thought it'd be funny if we made it look like it was haunted."

Dana had a text book in her hand, painting a symbol onto the wall.

Craig: (voice over) "So we painted symbols on the walls, some from some albums."

Dana and Craig were painting a pentagram on the floor.

Craig: (voice over) "Some from some of Dana's theology textbooks."

Dana was doing her makeup to look like the girl that they had thought was hung from the beginning.

Craig put a rope around her neck teasingly.

Craig: (voice over) "Then we found out this guy Murdoch used to live there, so we—we made up some story to go along with that."

Dana played dead, smiling.

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Now 

Music Store

Craig looked at Dean, Sam and Catty. "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. It was just a joke, you know? None of it was real. We made the whole thing up. I swear."

"All right," Sam told him. 

Dean, Sam and Catty turned around, walking away.

"If none of it was real, how the hell do you explain Mordechai?" Catty asked. 

Dean and Sam didn't have an answer, either. 

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Motel Room

There was a shower running from the bathroom.

Dean was putting itching power into Sam's boxers.

Catty walked in, closing the door behind her, noticing what Dean was doing. "Seriously?"

"Uh-huh," Dean answered. "Hey, where were you?" 

"Oh, I went out," Catty answered, starting to walk past him toward the doors that led to her side of the room. Dean grabbed her arm to stop her, reaching into her bag over her shoulder, going through it. "Hey. Dean!"

Dean pulled out a scratch off lottery ticket. "Really? You were trying to score some gold without letting me in on the know?" 

"Yeah," Catty answered in a duh voice. "But, now that you do know, I don't know. You've always had better instincts than me. I guess you can play for me and we can split whatever we earn...." 

Dean smiled, nodding. "All right. I like it." 

Sam's voice called from the bathroom. "Dean, what about me?" 

"You'll get an eighth of it," Dean told him.

"Hilarious," Sam told him sarcastically. "So, I think I might have a theory about what's going on." 

"Oh, yeah?" Catty asked. 

"Yeah," Sam answered. "What if Mordechai is a Tulpa?" 

"Tulpa?" Catty repeated. 

Sam stepped out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist. "Yeah, a Tibetan thought form."

"Yeah, I know what a Tulpa is," Catty told him. 

"Why don't you get dressed?" Dean asked, holding up the scratch off ticket smugly. "We'll go grab something to eat at the gas station that is gonna save our lives." 

Dean walked into the bathroom.

Catty walked into her side of the room. 

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Gas Station/Restaurant

(Song:) Point of No Return - Rex Hobart and the Misery Boys

The two buildings were combined.

Sam, Dean and Catty were sitting at a table, eating. 

Sam was really uncomfortable due to the itching powder. 

"Dude, what's your problem?" Catty asked. 

"Nothing," Sam told them. "I'm fine." 

"Yeah?" Dean asked. 

"Yeah," Sam answered.

Dean started to scratch at the ticket with a quarter. "All right, so keep going. What about these Tulpas?"

"Okay, so, there was this incident in Tibet in 1915," Sam told them. "A group of monks visualize a Golem in their heads. They meditate on it so hard, they bring the thing to life out of thin air."

"So?" Dean asked. 

"That was 20 monks," Sam answered. "Imagine what 10,000 web servers could do." Catty took out her laptop, opening it and starting it up. "I mean, Craig starts the story about Mordechai, then it spreads, goes online. Now there are countless people all believing in the bastard."

"Okay, wait a second," Catty told them. "You're trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?"

"I don't know," Sam told them. "Maybe." 

"People believe in Santa Claus," Dean told them. "How come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?" 

"'Cause you're a bad person, and 'cause of this," Catty told him, turning the laptop toward them. "That's a Tibetan Spirit Sigil on the wall of the house. Craig said they were painting symbols from a theology textbook. I bet you they painted this, not even knowing what it was. That Sigil has been used for centuries, concentrating meditative thoughts like a magnifying glass. So people are on the Hellhound's 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 it keeps changing," Sam told them. 

"Right," Catty agreed. "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."

"Yeah, 'cause he's not a traditional Spirit per se," Dean agreed. 

Sam seemed more uncomfortable. "Yeah." 

"Okay, so why don't we just get this Spirit Sigil thingy off the wall and off the website?" Dean asked.

"It's not that simple," Sam told them. "You see, once Tulpas are created, they take on a life of their own."

"Great," Dean told them sarcastically. "All right, 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," Catty told them. "Check out their home page." She played the video of last night when they had run out of the house with Mordechai right behind them. "Since they posted the video, the number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone." 

"Huh," Dean told them, looking at the ticket, suddenly ecstatic, laughing. "Oh, I knew this one was a winner, baby! Jack pot!" He kissed the ticket, looking at them smugly. "I got an idea. Come on." 

Catty closed the laptop. "Where we going?" 

"Gonna cash this thing in, and then find a copy store," Dean answered. 

Catty stood, smiling, putting the laptop into her bag.

Sam stood. "Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or something." Dean laughed. 'You did this?" Dean laughed. "You're a freaking jerk."

"Oh, yeah," Dean answered, walking toward the counter, looking at the guy who worked here, one of the kids that they had talked to, who had been at the Hell House in the beginning, Guy 2. "Wanna cash this little baby in to get the jack pot, man."

Sam and Catty walked closer. 

Guy 2 looked at Catty slyly.

Catty smiled.

Guy 2 rang the winning bell alarm.

Confetti and balloons fell down around them.

Catty danced mildly through the confetti and balloons smugly, as if she knew something they didn't.

Sam seemed confused.

Dean smiled.

Guy 2 spoke into the mic as if he was an old-fashioned wrestling ring announcer. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have one... hell of a loser." Dean looked at him in confusion. Guy 2 turned of the bell. The confetti and balloons stopped falling. Catty picked up a balloon, tossing it into the air, hitting it, making it bounce against Dean's head. Dean looked at Catty weirdly. Sam smirked. Guy 2 looked at Dean. "Sorry, man." Catty smiled. "It's a fake." 

"What do you mean, it's a fake?" Dean asked. "It's right there. My sister gave it to..." He looked at Catty in realization. Catty laughed. "No, you didn't."

Catty smiled. "Oh, yeah, I did." 

"That's—that's just cold," Dean told her. "That's cruel." 

"That's good," Sam told her. Catty smiled. "What did you have to do to pay him off?" 

"Just 50 bucks," Catty answered.

"And a date," Guy 2 told them.

Catty looked away. "Yeah. Let's go." 

Catty led the way toward the door. 

Dean and Sam followed.

"You're a bitch," Dean told her.

Catty smiled. "Coming from the dick."

(Song Ends)

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Trailer Park - Ed and Harry's Trailer

Ed and Harry sat in a trailer with all their equipment.

"No, no, no," Harry told him. "Forget it. Forget it! I'm not going back in there again."

"Harry," Ed told him. "Look at me. Right here. Okay? You are a Ghost hunter, okay?"

"I know, but, Ed, I've never seen a real Ghost before," Harry told him. "Ed, like a real Ghost. An apparition."

"This stuff here, this is our ticket to the big time right here," Ed told him. "Fame, money, sex. With girls. Okay? Be brave. WWBD. What would Buffy do, huh?"

"What would Buffy do?" Harry repeated. "But, Ed, she's stronger than me."

"It's okay," Ed told him.

There was a knock on the door.

Harry jumped. "Who is it?"

They heard Catty's voice. "Come on out here, guys. We hear you in there."

Ed looked at Harry. "It's her."

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Outside

Ed and Harry opened the door, looking outside to see Sam, Catty and Dean.

Catty smiled, looking behind them into the trailer. "Oh, would you look at that? Action figures in their original packaging. What a shocker." 

"Guys, we need to talk," Sam told them.

"Yeah, um, sorry, guys," Ed told them. "We're a little bit busy right now." 

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

Harry looked at Ed. "You know, these guys get us busted last night.  We spend the night in a holding cell." He looked at Sam, Catty and Dean. "I had to pee in front of people, and I get stage fright. Why should we trust you guys?" 

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

"Which means people are gonna keep showing up and running into him in person," Dean told them. "Somebody could get hurt." 

"Guys, I almost got hurt last night," Catty told them. "And, if I was just some normal girl, then he would have killed me. Do you really want some other poor, innocent person going in there without any way to defend themselves and getting killed?" 

"Harry, maybe she's got a point," Ed told him. 

"No, no," Harry told him.

"Nope," Ed told them. 

"We have an obligation to our fans, to the truth," Harry told them.

"I have an obligation to kick both of your—" Dean started. 

"Dean, hey, hey," Sam told him. "Just forget it, all right? These guys, you could probably bitch-slap them both."

"I could probably even tell them that thing about Mordechai," Catty told them. "But they're still not gonna help us."

"No, Catty, you cannot tell them that thing about Mordechai," Dean told her. "It's top-secret. Let's just go." 

"Yeah, you're right," Sam told him. 

Sam and Dean walked away, leaving.

Catty started to follow them.

Ed grabbed her arm to stop her. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What did you say about—Hold on a second here. What thing about Mordechai?" 

Catty looked in the direction that Sam and Dean had gone. "Okay." She looked at Ed and Harry. "But you have to promise that you won't tell Sam and Dean that I told you this, and that you will shut your website down." 

"We'll do it," Ed told her. "Or, not do it." 

"What?" Harry asked. 

"What I mean is that we won't tell them you told us, and we will shut our website down," Ed told her.

"You promise?" Catty asked. 

"Yes, we promise," Ed told her.

"Look, it is a pretty big deal, and it wasn't easy to dig up," Catty told them, taking out a piece of paper, unfolding it. "It's a death certificate from the '30s. We got it at the library." Harry took it. "According to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound. He didn't hang or cut himself."

"He shot himself?" Harry asked. 

Catty nodded. "Yep. With a .45 pistol. To this day, they say he's terrified of them. They say if you shoot him with a .45 loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds, you'd kill the son of a bitch." 

Harry and Ed smiled.

Harry turned around, running into the trailer. 

"Who are you?" Ed asked.

Catty shrugged. "Let's just say that I'm kind of an expert in the field." Ed opened his mouth to speak. Catty pointed at him. "And, no, I'm not Buffy." 

"Okay," Ed told her. "But, since you got this information for us, I'm pretty sure that I can thank you properly."

Catty pointed at the trailer. "Go inside. Shut the website down. Ever say that again, I will punch you in the face. Got it?" 

Ed nodded, backing away into the trailer. 

Catty rolled her eyes, turning to walk toward Sam, Dean and the Impala. 

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Diner

(Song:) Fast Train Down - The Waco Brothers

Sam, Dean and Catty sat in a diner at a table.

Catty was on her laptop. 

Dean pulled on a chain to turn on a doll on the wall, which was holding a fish and starting to laugh.

Catty pulled the string to turn it off. "If you pull that string one more time, I'm gonna kill you." 

Dean pulled the string to turn it on.

The doll laughed manically.

Catty pulled the string to turn it off. 

Dean chuckled. "Come on, Cat. You still scared of dolls and figurines and clowns—" 

Catty kicked Dean underneath the table to make him shut up. "Not scared of." She kicked him in the other leg. "Disturbed by." 

Dean groaned in pain. 

Catty smiled smugly.

Sam chuckled. "They post it yet?" Catty turned the laptop to face them. "'We have learned from a reputable source that Mordechai Murdoch has a fatal fear of firearms.' All right. How long do we wait?" 

Catty shrugged, closing the 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."

"Sweet," Dean told them.

Sam raised his glass toward them. Dean and Catty picked up their, clinking them together, drinking. 

Catty tried to put her glass down, but it was stuck.

Dean tried to put his glass down, but it was stuck.

Sam laughed. 

"You didn't," Dean told him. 

"Oh, I did," Sam answered, holding up the super glue, pulling the string to turn the doll on, making it laugh manically. 

Catty yanked the string down, making the doll fall to the floor. It was still laughing. Catty stomped on it, breaking it, making it stop.

(Song Ends)

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Night - Hell House - Woods Nearby

The two officers were searching the surrounds with their flashlights.

"I'm telling you, I heard something," Officer 1 told him. "Coming from over there." They heard the noise of another fisherman doll laughing. "See? See? There it is again."

"What is that?" Officer 2 asked.

They found the fisherman doll stuck in a tree, laughing.

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Hell House

Catty, Dean and Sam snuck in, shotguns in hand, flashlights aimed, back to back, looking around.

"I barely have any skin left on my palm," Dean told them.

"I'm not touching that line with a 10 foot pole," Catty told him. "But Ness might. If you grow a pair and start seeing Ness again. Maybe it'll end up better than when you and Ness were teens. Come on, Dean. You know you wanna give you and Ness a shot."

Dean gave Catty a look.

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Another Room 

They walked into another room, reaching the door to the root cellar.

"Well, you think old Mordechai is home?" Sam asked. 

"I don't know," Dean told them.

They heard Ed's voice. "Me, neither."

Sam, Dean and Catty instantly turned toward Ed and Harry with their equipment, weapons aimed at them. 

"Whoa!" Ed told them. "Whoa. Hey, whoa." 

Sam, Dean and Catty lowered their guns. 

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Catty asked. "Get yourselves killed?" 

"We're just trying to get a book and movie deal, okay?" Ed asked. 

"So, is he here?" Harry asked.

"Well, he's not gonna come out to play with all of us here," Sam told them. 

"No, but he might if he sees that his preference is alone and unarmed," Catty told them. 

"What?" Dean asked. "You crazy?" 

"I prefer the term, 'bait'," Catty told them, handing her shotgun and flashlight to Sam. "I'm gonna go to the root cellar, and you're gonna stay up here while I lure Mordechai up here. Deal? Deal." 

Catty didn't wait for an answer, walking into the root cellar.

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Basement

Catty stood alone in the root cellar basement. Several moments passed by. She could hear scraping of the ax, looking around. 

Mordechai appeared, slashing the ax toward Catty. Catty ducked, making the ax wedge itself into the wall, running toward the stairs. Mordechai chased after Catty with the ax.

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Upstairs

Catty got up to the room with the boys, running past Sam and Dean. "Now!"

Mordechai appeared in the door frame.

Sam and Dean shot him repeatedly. 

Mordechai disappeared. 

Sam handed Catty's gun back to Catty.

"Oh, wait a minute," Ed told them. "Wait, is he gone? Oh, he's gone." 

"Did you get him?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yeah, they got him," Ed answered. 

"No, on camera," Harry told him. "Did you get him on camera?" 

"Oh, uh, I—" Ed started, looking at the camera, aiming at Catty. "Say hi." 

"Give me that," Catty told them, taking it from them, about to throw it against the floor. Mordechai appeared, hacking the ax at the camera in her hand, barely grazing the skin, making Catty groan in pain, falling to her knees. "Oh, you son of a bitch!" Catty picked up her gun. She, Sam and Dean shot Mordechai, but he didn't die, just disappeared. Catty looked up at Ed and Harry, holding her hurt hand to her chest. Sam and Dean helped Catty stand. "Hey. Didn't you guys post that BS story I gave you?" 

"Of course we did," Ed answered. 

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

"So it didn't take," Catty realized. "So these guns don't work." 

"Yeah," Ed answered. 

"Great," Dean told them sarcastically. "Sam, Cat, any ideas?" 

"We are getting out of here," Harry told them.

Ed looked at Catty. "You okay?"

Catty rolled her eyes, looking away.

Harry grabbed Ed, pulling him away. "Come on, Ed."  

"Hey, take her with you," Sam told them.

Catty raised her eyebrows at him. "Seriously, Sam?" 

"Catty, he's only after you, and we can't fight this thing," Sam told her. "Go." 

Catty reluctantly walked toward the door.

Mordechai appeared, holding his ax up toward Harry and Ed.

"Holy Mary and Joseph," Harry said.

"The power of Christ compels you," Ed told him. "The power of Christ compels you!" 

"Hey!" Catty told him. Mordechai looked at Catty. "Come and get it, you ugly son of a bitch!" Mordechai swung the ax at her. Catty ducked, making the ax wedge itself into the wall. Mordechai tore it out, swinging at her. Catty caught the ax, pushing him away from the boys. Mordechai pushed Catty against the wall, pinning the wooden handle of the ax against her throat to keep her against the wall. Catty looked at Harry and Ed. "Get out of here, now!" 

Harry and Ed ran away.

Sam walked closer, shooting Mordechai in the head, making him let go of Catty. He continued to shoot until he disappeared. 

Dean started to douse the place with gasoline, aiming a can of paint spray at a lighter, blowing fire toward Mordechai, looking at Sam and Catty. "Go! Go! Go!" They turned around, running away. "Come on. If Mordechai can't leave the house and we can't kill him, we improvise." 

Dean lit the lighter, tossing it onto the gasoline, lighting the house ablaze.

Mordechai walked toward Dean, Catty and Sam.

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Outside

Dean, Catty and Sam ran outside, out into the woods, turning back to watch the house burn with Mordechai inside. 

"That's your solution?" Sam asked. "Burn the whole damn place to the ground?" 

Mordechai disappeared.

"No one will go in anymore," Dean told them. "Look, Mordechai can't haunt a house if there's no house to haunt. It's fast and dirty, but it works." 

"What if the legend changes again and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?" Sam asked. 

"Well, then, we'll just have to come back," Dean told them.

Sam and Catty looked at Dean in slight exasperation, looking toward the house, watching it burn.

"Kind of makes you wonder," Catty told them. "Of all the things we hunted, how many existed just 'cause people believed in them?" 

They continued to watch the house burn. 

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Day Six

Night - Trailer Park

Sam, Dean and Catty stood in the trailer park.

Ed and Harry walked toward them, bags in their hands, on the way toward their car.

"Hi, guys," Sam told them.

Ed looked at Catty. "How's your arm?" 

Catty held up her bandaged hand. "It's seen better days." 

"Should we tell them?" Harry asked.

"We might as well, you know, they're just gonna read about it in the trades," Ed told him.

Sam, Dean and Catty followed Ed and Harry toward their packed car as if they were going somewhere. 

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

"Oh, yeah?" Dean asked. "Wrong number?" 

"No, smartass," Ed answered. "She read all about the Hell House on our website and wants to option the motion picture rights, maybe even have us write it." 

"And create the RPG," Harry added. 

"The what?" Catty asked.

"Role-playing game," Harry answered. 

"Right," Catty told them. 

 "It's a little lingo for you," Ed told her. "Oh, and they might want us to act, too, and I could talk to them about you playing opposite of me in the film." 

"I'd rather take Mordechai chopping my head off with the ax, because I'd really rather not star in a movie with the two people that almost got me killed, but thanks," Catty told him. 

Dean and Sam chuckled. 

Ed hesitated. "Your loss."

"I know," Catty told him sarcastically. "How will I ever find a way to move on?"

"Anyhoo, excuse us," Harry told them. "We're off to la la land." 

"Congratulations, guys," Sam told them. "That sounds really great." 

"Yeah, that's awesome," Dean told them. "Best of luck to you." 

"Oh, yeah, luck, it's got nothing to do with it," Ed told them. "It's about talent, you know, sheer, unabashed talent. Later." Ed and Harry got into the car. Ed winked at Catty. "See you around." 

"Not likely," Catty told him. 

Ed and Harry drove away, leaving.

Dean, Sam and Catty walked toward the Impala.

"Wow," Dean told them.

"I have a confession to make," Catty told them.

"What's that?" Dean asked. 

"I was the one who called them and told them I was a producer," Catty answered. 

Sam and Dean laughed. 

"Well, I'm the one who put the dead fish in their backseat," Sam told them.

"And I'm the one that rigged their car to break down somewhere at the side of the road," Dean told them.

They all laughed. 

"Truce?" Sam asked. 

"Yeah, truce," Catty answered. "At least for the next 100 miles." 

They got into the Impala.

Dean turned on the radio.

(Song:) Burning for You - Blue Oyster Cult

The Impala drove away, turning around a corner, leaving the trailer park, driving off into the night.