#me: haha funny ghost hunters going to 'haunted' places

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[Audio Script] This Apartment is Ghost Friendly [M4A] [F4A][A4A][Ghost] [GhostSpeaker] [BlindListener] [Sweet] [Wholesome] [Stranger to Friends]

Storyline:

Welp, you are dead. Life sure is a witch and a half. You've been stuck in your apartment for years ever since you passed. And the truth is, you can go to the next life anytime you want. What's stopping you? ... you can't remember how you died...

So you took up the past time of haunting. Things don't get boring since you chase off tenants monthly, and new ones keep coming, thinking they are getting a steal every time they see the rent price. Plus, you have other spooky specter neighbors to talk to.

One day the movers return with boxes, and it looks like you might have a new roommate! But as you watch them, you realize they are blind…and yet, somehow…they can see you!?!

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[Muffled city sounds as movers walk around and shift boxes around]

Leon/Lilly:   [Humming or whistling a part of the song "Two Beds, Two Baths and a Ghost" by Bug Hunter, ghostly sounding voice effect as they talk]  Hate to see you boys go….but I guess I'll see you in a few months when the new tenants come in

[Doors shut as the last mover leaves the apartment]

Leon/Lilly:  Maybe Jay-Jay and I should place bets this time; bet I can scare this new guy in half the amount it took those old coots from before.  [Pause]  Old people are just a drag to haunt  [In a mocking old tone]  Oh, what a drafty window we have…Those kids upstairs better stop with that noise, or I'm calling the cops!.... When did I spill red paint in the bathtub?  [Back to their normal voice]  It's like, get a clue!

[Door opening]

Leon/Lilly:  Oh! That must be them.

[Dogs come running in along with some human footsteps. The dog starts to bark]

Leon/Lilly:  Well, well, it's been a while since a dog has been in here  [Pause ,  then talking to the dog while it is still barking at them]  Yes pup…keep barking away at me~ All your owner will see is nothing but air! Haha.  [More barking]  Now, now…come on, you little dummy, your owner is going to think you've gone crazy! You are a sweet-looking pup, I'll give you that, and that vest you got on makes you look pretty dapper. Wish I could pet you...but I doubt my ghost fingers would feel good for an ear scratch.  [Pause]  I don't think it would feel like anything really...

[Doggo walks away as Listener starts walking around]

Lilly/Leon:   [Confused]  Did the new tenant just laugh? That was... weird. Maybe they just remembered a funny joke? Or do they think their dog going crazy over a lamp is funny [Disgruntled ]  Don't tell me they're one of those nuts that want their butt to be haunted! If that's the case, then try this on for size!

[Lilly/Leon makes a box slide across the floor, the dog barks, and the Listener trips over the box and lands on the floor with a thud ]

Lilly/Leon:   [Sharp intake of air]  Ooo, that looked like it hurt. Why didn't they avoid that box? They didn't even try to step out of the way. It was right in front of them, and they literally walked toward it!  [Pause]  Oh yeah, that's going to bruise  [Pause]  Wait... a dog with a vest, one of those white walking sticks...clearly lacking in awareness of their surroundings.  [Realizing their horror and shame]  Oh my god, they're blind  [Pause]  I am such a freaking asshole.

[Listener speaks]

Lilly/Leon:   [Softly repeating]  Yes...you...are...  [Confused]  Did...did they just say yes?  [Pause]  They...they just said yes. Their faces suddenly pale, and they looked over at  [Pause]  Me?... Wait, wait, wait! You can see me!? You can hear me!?

[Listener starts to walk away]

Lilly/Leon:  They turned away way too fast.  [Starts to follow Listener]  Hey! Hey!! I got something to ask you!  [Listener ignores]  Wait! You can see me! I just...I just want to know why? Or how!?  [Still being ignored]  Can you just look at me, please? Please!  [Getting desperate]  It's been years since I died, and you're the first person I've met who can see me, so please just look at me. Please!!  [Angery]  STOP IGNORING ME; IM HERE! I'M RIGHT HERE!!!

[Something breaks and shatters, and the dog starts barking and howling up a storm before stopping after a bit]

Lilly/Leon:   [Sounding a little regretful]  Well...I scared them really good this time.  [Sighing and taking a beat]  I'm sorry...okay? I'm sorry. I just got a little excited and-

[Listener speaks]

Lilly/Leon:  Uh... angry?... Yeah, I'm sorry I got mad at you, and I'm sorry I...uh, broke some of your stuff.

[Listener speaks]

Lilly/Leon:  Okay, yes! I'm sorry that I chucked that box at you! But in my defense, I didn't know you were blind!

[Listener speaks before they start walking away]

Lilly/Leon:  I…Wait!! Wait!  [Desperate and truthfully]  I'm sorry, Okay? It's just…when you're dead, there isn't much to do. It's boring, and sometimes you just want to have some fun. But I know that doesn't excuse… I'm sorry, I don't hurt people on purpose  [In a softer voice but lower voice],  unlike some ghosts.  [Pause]  Most of the time, living people don't even know we're here; if they subsect, they'll try to get in contact. But after a while, they all just forget and move on . [In an amazed tone]  But you know, you know, and you can see me! How is that even possible? I heard about it while alive but didn't even think it was real. Hell, I didn't even think ghosts were real, either. Were you born with it? Or did you get it when you became blind? Did you become blind? I assume so because of the scarring around your eyes-

[Listener cuts them off and starts to walk away again with their doggo]

Lilly/Leon:  You don't want to talk about it? Hey! Hold on! We don't have to talk about it! We can talk about anything, ask me anything! Please, I just want to pretend that I'm alive and just … speak to someone.

[Listener asks if there aren't other ghosts to talk to?]

Lilly/Leon:  Aren't there other ghosts? Oh, this apartment is full of them. Jay-Jay is a few doors down; she's pretty fun! A speakeasy owner during the 1920s, there's a secret door to her underground bar in her old apartment, but no one's found it yet. Just don't place bets with her; I think she cheats. Then there's Mr. Courtae, some old landlord from the 50s. He's okay, but he still keeps asking us ghosts for rent… it's kinda annoying.  [Pause for thinking]  Humm… there's also Marigold, and I hope you aren't afraid of little ghost girls because she is one. The apartment was a manor house back in the 1800s, believe it or not.

[Listener speaks]

Lilly/Leon:  Yeah, this apartment is like a time capsule filled with dead people from every era!  [Laugh]  But they don't make good conversation.

[Listener asks why]

Lilly/Leon:  Why? Uhh…how can I explain this…uhhmm...Us ghosts are like memories; we "live" in our past, for lack of a better term. Some more than others. How we see the world of the living is like through a blurry window. We see shapes moving, but we can never make it out; I know the world is changing, but I can't grasp it. Every time I try to…it just slips by. So we just stick to what we know…and what we know is the past.  [Pause]  There are only so many times you can hear a story about a shootout with 1920s gangsters until it gets boring.

[Listener says it sounds like how they see the world]

Lilly/Leon:  That's…how  [Pause]  You say that's how you see the world? Why would you say that? Don't tell me you're an old emo kid. I had my fill of that lifestyle in middle school [ Laughs for a second]

[Doggo Barks]

Lilly/Leon:   [Then remembers that Listener is blind]  Oh…shit… .[Starts to be very apologetic]  Sorry, Sorry! I forgot that…I am so sorry! I'm acting like such a jackwagon right now!

[Listener says it's okay]

Lilly/Leon:  It's okay? So we are cool?  [Laughing a little, before it slowly dies off]  Good...good  [Pause]  Before I forget, there is another ghost I should warn you about…We call them  [Tone drops a little]  The Attic One….

[Listener laughs]

Lilly/Leon:  Why are you laughing?  [Starts to laugh a little, too]  Okay, the name is super dramatic, but we have no idea who or what they are. Marigold knows more about them than any of us, but she doesn't like to talk about it. What I do know is that they are the oldest ghost here, and they stay up in the attic, never leaves that place, and HATEs it when we enter their space….they hate it even more, when someone living goes up there; I'm talking full-on scratching, pushing, and wanting to hurt you kinda temper.

[Listener asks a question]  

Lilly/Leon:  Have I been up there before?  [Unsure]  I think so … when I was alive, but when I try to think about it...I feel sick…which is something we ghosts aren't supposed to feel. We don't feel pain or anything for that matter.  [Stressed sounding]  But every time I try to remember the attic or how I died, I just get this….awful feeling, and things get so fuzzy to the point where these feelings somehow force me into the Fade.

[Listener asks a question]

Lilly/Leon:  Oh, the Fade is where ghosts who can't pass on go every once in a while. You could say it's like we are sleeping, but we aren't. You fade from the living realm and just go somewhere where you don't even know you're dead because you aren't anywhere. We kinda stop existing… [Bitter joy/sadness tone of voice]  it's nice…  [Pause, then speaks in a sadder tone]  Could…uhm, Could we talk about something else? It can be about anything….just not about….death… [Bitter]  I'm sick of death, and we ghost aren't supposed to feel sick,  [Weak chuckle]  Ya know? We aren't supposed to feel anything…

[Doggo gives a soft, sad whine. The Listener says yes]

Lilly/Leon:  Thanks…

[Listener asks for Lilly/Leon's name]

Lilly/Leon:  Ah…right; since you'll be living with a ghost that you can see and talk to, I guess that makes me a roommate who you won't be able to count on when it comes to paying half the rent…but a roommate nonetheless. Lilly/Leon, that's my name. What's yours…and what's your furry helper's name too? They are technically a roommate as well, you know.

[Listener answers and doggo gives a happy bark]

Lilly/Leon:  Nice to meet you, properly...I guess?  [To the doggo]  And nice to meet you too, Gingersnap.

[Listener asks a question]

Lilly/Leon:  You want me to help you with something? Uh..sure, I mean, I can try…I guess

[Listener asks them to move some boxes, tables, and chairs]

Lilly/Leon:  You want me to use my spooky ghost powers to- hang on!  [Sounding a little offended]  It's not just "Spooky Ghost Powers"! It takes a lot of energy to perform what we Ghosts can do, and you can't even comprehend how hard it is to control! Get too emotional while a living person is nearby, and BOOM! Guess who joined the dead people club! Use too much energy, and you force yourself into the Fade! It is a very high form of telekinesis that-

[Listener cuts them off and responds]

Lilly/Leon:   [Repeating what Listener said]  That… I've used to mess with people… [Trying to come up with a comeback]  Okay…the thing is….you know… it's not like…what I meant by it  [Pause]  FINE!! I'll move your stupid table!!

[Sound Effect of furniture being moved around]

Lilly/Leon:  [Mumbling to themselves as they move stuff around: improve if ya like]  … I'm a ghost…. I'm dead….and now I'm a housekeeper? I can't even get paid for this...I don't even care that they're blind…I throw another box at their stupid smug face…. it's not spooky ghost powers…

[Doggo Barks are something falls in the kitchen]

Lilly/Leon:  Are you okay?!?

[Listener says yes, they are just trying to find mugs]

Lilly/Leon:  Do you want my help finding your mugs? No offense, but your backing system is kinda a mess…

[Listener says no, they are good]

Lilly/Leon:  Okay, I'll just wait here then…I finished moving your table and stuff; it should be easier to get around now.

[After a moment, the Listener and doggo come back into the room]

Lilly/Leon:   [Trying to gently guide Listener in]  Yup, careful…just…just take a step to your left…nope other-yeah! There ya go, perfect.  [Pause]  Whatcha make? Coffee? Having a friend coming over or something? Want me to freak them out?! Ha…. kidding.

[Listener says the other mug is for Lilly/Leon, as they set the cups down on the table]

Lilly/Leon:   [A little unsure]  That mug is for me? Uh…ha, yeah…Remember that whole conversation where I mentioned I was a ghost?

[Listener says to pretend]

Lilly/Leon:  Well, yeah, I did say I just wanted to pretend I was alive for a little bit  [Pause, then a little more cheerful sounding]  Alright then; let's pretend.  [Softer]  Thank you.

[Listener asks a question]

Lilly/Leon:  How was my day?  [Pause]  My day was  [Pause]  good…yeah, my day was pretty good!

The End

[pyronado-moved]

ghost hunter ocs are DONE and i LOVE THEM

they’re in a band called Au Revoir from Yuma, Arizona. The band is p popular actually. Uhh :)

Davis O’Neal is the lead singer and he’s a messy mess. He’s afro-mexian, 22, and has always wanted to be in a band so he’s so happy he’s living his dream. Davis is ur average sorta punk rocker but at the same time he’s so soft and sweet. He is love his bf Tristan and would do anything to protect him. He met Parker under a table in a bar, and then met both Camilla and Tristan the next day as they sat at that table. He heard Tristan singing and boom in love. Also he does believe in ghosts but isn’t afraid, hunting them was his idea.

Tristan Harris is the bassist/backup vocalist. He’s caucasian and at age 21 he’s already made a name for himself in the music community even before joining Au Revoir. He comes off as sorta chill and casual from a distance but then you get close and he’s a major scaredy cat. Camilla is his childhood bestie and does everything w/ her, including joining a random band with that one super cute guy from the bar. He’s terrified of ghosts but doesn’t want Davis running off and being an idiot so he goes along with the crazy hunting plan.

Camilla Para is the drummer and it is literally impossible to hate her i refuse to let you do it. She’s 21, mexican, and the only person in the group who knows how to do marketing. She sorta doubles as the band’s manager just bc she is a Smarty Pants. Tristan has been her best friend forever and she’d do anything for him. She joined Au Revoir bc it sounded like a fun idea and a way to get her name out there, then she realized ‘ah damn the boys are gay’ and just went with it. She’s better than you most likely but would never say it bc she’s so sweet. She didn’t believe in ghosts until she joined Davis on his weird adventure and then ‘wait fuck they’re real???’

Parker Briggs is the guitarist and also a demon! sorta. he was human and then he died and ended up becoming a demon bc despite being a good boy, his sister Maizy sorta ended up dragging his spirit down. He found a way to sorta disguise himself and then when he met Davis he realized it might be nice to live a little and join the band. So he did! He was worried abt the ghost hunting thing and he was right to be bc his sister sucks and she’s trying to screw up his chances at living a normal life >:c

Maizy Briggs is also a demon but she’s mean and bad. She was a bad person when she was alive so when she died w/ her brother due to her stupidity she ended up making him into a demon with her. He ran off and when she finally found him (bc his face was on a damn band poster) she decided to find a way to screw it up, and Davis gave her the perfect opportunity. She uses her powers to make places seem haunted to try and scare her brother into returning to her bc she may or may not be trying to kill his friends! oops!

[fekst-fucker]

Could I request Habit and maaaybe EJ or Tim with a ghost hunter s/o? And maybe in habits case they travel a bit and try to get him to come along although we already know how he feels about traveling ksnckskxks, and like how they'd react if s/o ended up getting a bit hurt by a ghost or smth during a 'hunt'? And s/o might be spooked during them but always tries to make them fun too

FUCK YEAH BEEN WAITING TO ANSWER THIS ONE ALL DAY LONG 😤😤

@creepy-bi-day, @the-cryptids-way I know you’ll enjoy this

Habit

- actually, traveling with him via car trips isn’t bad. He crashes out during the long ones but he’ll take the wheel when you need to sleep

- Just be prepared to buy him a ton of shitty fast food and beer 🙄

- He reaaaally can’t be bothered at first. He’s all “oh they’re lower levels” “oh they’re not worth our time” “oh who cares let them kill people”

- But he fell for some of your stubbornness and tenacity so when you just shrug and say “okay, bye then” you’re suddenly irresistible

- He either rolls his eyes and goes “fine, let me come with you so you don’t fucken’ kill yourself” or he pretends not to care and then sneaks out to follow you on your missions

- At first he was super unhelpful, just laughing and scoffing when you asked questions to the spirit box or recorder

- Which is annoying because his voice registers as a ghost so it fucks with your hunts >:/

- But during one particular hunt that had lots of promising evidence he suddenly went rigid and started growling at the corner

- At first you were like “haha, very funny, habs” but he said “no there’s something right there” so you scrambled for your camera and sure enough there was an FBA

- It was a strong enough presence that you started suffering because of it, sputtering and coughing, and you had to drop your camera and clutch your throat to be able to breathe

- Habit lost it, he started snarling and just swiping at thin air, he’s never grown claws before but you swore to god his nails were longer than usual

- Whatever he did worked, because there was a hiss and you were suddenly able to breathe

- You had to sit out for the rest of the hunt, but Habit and any crew you might have took care of it

- Now he absolutely won’t let you leave by yourself again, he makes fun of you for “being attacked by such a weak fuckin’ thing” but he’s still shaken up. He couldn’t lose his mate :(

Jack

- once again, Jack stubbornly doesn’t believe in ghosts

- “You’re a de-“ “I’m a demon, I know, I know, but ghosts aren’t real, that would require an astral body or some gaseous form and consciousness can’t take a gaseous form the closest thing we have is spores and-“

- ᴰᵘᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶦⁿʰᵃᵇᶦᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˢˡᵃᵛᶦᶜ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᶦᶠᶦᶜᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ ᵉᵛᶦˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵃᵗ ᵏᶦᵈⁿᵉʸˢ

- Even so, he adored horror while he was still human, so he’s more than excited to come on freaky adventures with you

- He has to stay more in the shadows, since he’s visibly not human he might scare your crew or people who are leading you around

- Sometimes he’ll put on full covering clothes and stay by your side, but only when his instincts flare up and he feels like something bad might happen

- His presence also messes with EMFs/video surveillance, and he’s dead and therefore cold so you have to keep thermal cams strictly away from him

- He knows not to be an annoying shit and talk while you have any boxes or voice recorders going at least, unlike another fuckhead demon we know 😒

- Jack’s not an antagonistic demon, even his energy and presence seems kind of dead, he’s very calming so ghosts and other supernatural presences don’t get unnerved or aggressive with him

- He can still sense them though, he’ll snap his fingers at you or slide something into your foot to alert you

- It is imperative you learn sign language to understand what he means, because otherwise he’ll just be furiously pointing in like a million different directions

- He’s careful and he knows how not to get caught but there have been some really close calls

Tim

- he has a camera, he’s a human, he was hunted by a ghost-ish thing, close enough to be a ghost hunter!

- He’s your go-to camera man, he’s experienced, not scared of shit, and so over any bullshit

- You’ve been to so many allegedly haunted locations that are just,,, rats in the walls or local kids causing mischief and every time he’s just banged on the wall and gone “get out of there, jackasses!” and a dozen tiny children come scrambling out of the walls like bugs

- Which is disappointing in the moment but also really funny

- The only thing that scares him is sudden noises right next to his ear, if you jump scare him or yell BOO during a tense moment he will screech and jump

- Not recommended though, the last time you did he was crouched by a wall, breathing deeply and shakily trying to light a cigarette for like three minutes

- Like dude maybe if you didn’t smoke so much you could b r e a t h e

- You’ve gotten in trouble for leaving cigarette butts around abandoned asylums/mansions/parks etc

- Tim is always FURIOUS because these places are filthy and “how the fuck did they find one goddamn cigarette butt on the ground! Sure, leave all the rat shits all over the fucking place and fine us for leaving a cigarette butt on the filthy fucking floor! Jesus Christ…”

- The fine was like. $25

- “iT’s ThE pRiNcIpAl oF tHe tHinG”

- He’s 100% down to break into places. Not like he actively goes looking for places to trespass but if you’re like “shucks we can’t get in there :(“ he’s already scaling a wall with a totally straight face and breaking a window

- And then after a few seconds he leans back out with cigarette and goes “are you coming?”

- Oh so you can scale a wall with barbed wires but have to take a breather when I yell BOO in your face 🙄

[ipatrichor]

Hello, I'm here to talk about your most recent chapter of ablaze. First off it's so good!!! Like oh my, the subtle world building that went on in the first two or three paragraphs! Like hints of 3 (maybe) of his deaths! And the mention of loop of braided twine being linked up to his wards! Which made me realize that magic might be common in the world!

And the way you introduce Wilbur's character is on point!! Like the last two lines of the italics section "And through it all, the persistent thought- I’m sorry. I let you down. I’m sorry.He always wakes up before he finds out who he’s apologizing to, and why." Like you can't do this to me! The fact that when he first died, he felt like he let them down and that that feeling carries over into every (maybe?) life he's had!! And that he feels the need to apologize for disappointing them even thought they would care more about the fact that he died!! Like that hurts!! (in a good way)

And the continuation of him prioritizing others over himself continues!! It took me like two read through until I clocked how messed up this line was " So what if something dark is very obviously hunting him? He hasn’t heard anything to indicate that it’s going after anyone else, so it’s really not a big deal." Like that's the same thing that caused his first death!! The lack of self preservation!!

And this line makes me laugh "He just has shit luck like that, enough so that his friend Fundy once checked if he’d been cursed as a baby or something. He turned up blank on that- Wilbur just has terrible luck, nothing supernatural about it." Specifically the nothing supernatural about it part. Like no there is totally something supernatural about it but it didn't happen when you were a baby, it happend in you first life!

Now on to the theories! First off either the wearing down of his wards is caused by the rest of the SBI or there is an actual dark creature haunting him. If it's the second thing then that might not end so well. Secondly this line "There are reading glasses perched on their nose and a book in their hands, abandoned in favor of watching him with an intensity that prickles the hairs on the back of his neck." Gives me the impression that Techno might know Niki because of a book club. (based off of the meme that the syndicate is more of a book club)

Anyways, I'm looking forward to see Niki in the next? chapter. Sorry for the long ask your fic is just good!

!!!! thank you!! honestly, you don't have to apologize :'' i rlly love hearing what people think, and getting long asks is always a treat ^^

so we get some fun stuff right off the bat ^^ all the things he's dreaming about did happen in his past lives, they're just all jumbled together as dreams tend to be :' the forest bit is from a fair few of his lives (and yes, he's died in forests before), the second thing Sure Does have some Implications, and the bit about metal in his chest is referring to his first death- he was stabbed and left to die.

the bracelet is one of my favorite little tools, lmao :' so it's a bunch of colored string sort of twisted together, and it's like a warning system- the colors of the different strings mean different things relating to the stability of his wards. when they're darker shades it means they're strong and everything is fine, but getting lighter means they're more strained. if a string broke altogether, it would mean that layer of warding was destroyed (obviously a cause for concern, lmao.) and yeah, magic is fairly common! people know about the old gods and stuff, and there are a lot of like- ghosts, and supernatural creatures and whatnot. some are perfectly lovely, and some prey on humans- hence the existence of hunters, who find creatures feeding on humans and stop them, however is necessary

dkbfdjg yeah so the idea there is that (besides his natural self-esteem issues) what he was feeling really strongly at the time of his death kind of,, carried over? so when he was dying, what he was feeling was disappointment in himself for not being better, not being good enough to keep tommy and himself safe. he feels like he let them down and he's sorry bc he knew his death would hurt them, even if he underestimated how much bc again self-esteem issues, and he really wanted to see them one more time so he could say goodbye and apologize for leaving so soon.

YEAH jkgdbfh dw that will be Addressed :' mf has had therapy, but clearly Not Enough because his own safety is still very much an afterthought for him. haha guess what the main sources of character conflict is :''

LMAO YEAH fundy was specifically checking for curses, not looking at souls so :'' he didn't pick up on anything, because he wasn't looking in the right place

those are some interesting theories! i'll tell you now that whatever it is messing with his wards, it's not sbi :) and i mean i did promise a happy ending so it'll end well, but i promise nothing of the middle and almost-end :))

kbfd techno & niki being in a book club is very funny, lmao ^^ i don't think how they met matters to the story, so feel free to headcanon it however you want! :}

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

I actually really like the idea of Louis and Clem as ghost hunters. Clem is the skeptic while Louis is the believer. Clem goes ghost hunting with her boyfriend even though she doesn't believe in it, she's there to comfort Louis when he jumps at the wind lol

It’s funny to think of Louis and Clementine having a similar dynamic to Ryan and Shane from buzzfeed unsolved haha. Like, Louis is out here insisting that ghosts are real and he’s going to find proof with his fun gadgets while Clementine is just around for the ride and to taunt the ghosts. 

ALSO if Clementine and Louis are a couple, at least when they end up sleeping in haunted places they can cuddle haha

Like, there’s a bump in the night and Louis is all “What the fuck??” meanwhile Clementine’s like “Hey, ghosts, if you’re really here then scratch me, punch me, do something!! I dare you!” 

Ghost hunting clouis is something I didn’t know I needed but now I want it. 

[winchesterbrotherstan]

Supernatural- Hell House (1.17)

ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ... ᴮᵃᴮʸ ,,, i’m SOFT

Pairing: N/A, Olive Winchester (OC)

Summary: John’s gone, and the siblings are itching for a hunt. They call on the Richmonds for an extra hand. Sam and Dean start their own war, and Olive is left in the middle once more. Things are not what they seem.

Warnings: cursing, blood, bloody mouth, mentions of suicide, murder, gross old man flirting, etc

Word Count: 10,100

“What are you doing?” I asked Dean through a yawn.

I had fallen asleep on his arm the minute we hit the road, but now he was reaching for something, and it had woken me up. Jinx shuffled around in the backseat.

“Shh. Go back to sleep.” He kept his eyes on the road as he dug around in the backseat.

I let my eyes fall shut as I leaned back into his side. The Daeva had left a nasty gash on my thigh, one that we wouldn’t be able to explain to a doctor. Dean stitched me up, which was fine because I trusted him with my life, but it hurt like a bitch the whole time. Sam had to take Jinx out for a walk because she wouldn’t stop crying.

“Do you reach my phone?” Dean whispered.

I huffed as I dug through his jacket pocket and flipped his phone open. He took it, aimed it at Sam, and snapped a picture. I groaned at the noise and looked up to see Sam asleep with a plastic spoon hanging out of his mouth. Dean tossed his phone in my lap before blaring the music and singing along. Jinx let out a bark.

“De!” I whined, covering my ears.

I had been feeling weak and cranky for the last week. Sam shot up at my voice, or the thump of the bass, and spit the spoon out of his mouth. It landed on my knee and I swatted at it, letting it fall to the floor. Dean grinned as Sam leaned forward and turned the music down.

“Sorry, bug. Didn’t mean to spit it out on your knee.” He cooed as he put his arm up, inviting me to curl up against him.

I only grunted as I leaned over and pulled my feet up onto the seat, making a deliberate effort to hit Dean’s knee with my toes.

“Haha, very funny.” Sam glared at him.

He chuckled, ignoring my prodding. “Sorry. Not a lot of scenery here in East Texas, kinda gotta make your own.”

“Man, we’re not kids anymore, Dean. We’re not gonna start this shit again.”

“What shit?” Dean asked.

“The prank stuff. It’s stupid, and it always escalates.”

“Aww, what’s the matter, Sammy? Scared you’re gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again?” Dean teased.

“Alright.” Sam shrugged. “Just remember, you started it.”

Dean snorted. “Bring it on, baldy.”

“Please, no.” I fussed. “I always get caught in the middle of your stupid prank wars.”

“Swear we’ll leave Olive out of it.” Sam put a pinky up, and Dean side-eyed him.

“Do I look like I’m gonna pinky promise you anything?”

I shoved my pinky into his face, coming dangerously close to his eye.

“Fucking pinky promise to leave me out of it, you prick.”

Dean scoffed as he hooked his pinky around mine. “Fine, fine.”

“Where are we anyways?” Sam asked with a yawn.

“A few hours outside Richardson. We’ll stop in a bit to let Jinx use the bathroom. Gimme the lowdown again?” Dean glanced between us and the road.

“Uh, hold on.” Sam took his arm back and sat up straight, digging through his bag. “Alright, about a month ago this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house.”

“Haunted by what?”

“Apparently, a pretty misogynistic spirit. Legend says it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters.” Sam explained.

“Right, which is why we called on the Richmonds. Hunter will be our temporary Olive.” Dean spoke, then faked a gag. “God, I hate the sound of that.”

I rolled my eyes and leaned back into my seat. “Why can’t we just do this like any other job? Why’d we have to bring the Richmonds along?”

Dean eyed me. “Relax, short-stuff.”

“We’re not letting you walk into a death-trap, Ol.”

I snorted. “Oh, please, Sam. We’re hunters. You do realize we walk into death-traps for a living, right?”

Sam and Dean shared a look over my head. Dean said nothing, and Sam huffed.

“Anyways, this group of kids sees this dead girl hanging in the cellar.”

“Anybody ID the corpse?”

“Well, that’s the thing. By the time the cops got there the body was gone. So cops are saying the kids were just yanking chains.”

I yawned. “Maybe the cops are right. High school kids are fucking idiots.”

“Ollie, you are a high school kid.”

“No, I’m a hunter who happens to be high school kid aged. There’s a difference.”

“Either way, I read a couple of the kids first hand accounts. They seemed pretty sincere.”

“Where’d you read these accounts?” Dean asked, skeptical.

Sam cleared his throat and looked out the window, his tell of embarrassment. I giggled. He must’ve gone onto some pretty stupid websites.

“Well, I knew we were gonna be passing through Texas, so um… last night, I might’ve surged some local… paranormal websites.” He pushed out quickly before clearing his throat again. “And I found one.”

“Uh huh.” Dean looked over with a face that read ‘that’s ridiculous!!’.

I snorted. “And what’s it called?”

“Hellhounds lair dot com.”

“Oh, lemme guess, streaming live out of Mom’s basement.”

Sam cracked a grin. “Yeah, probably.”

“Yeah.” Dean sighed. “Most of those websites wouldn’t know a ghost if it bit them in the persqueeter.”

I giggled, and Sam groaned.

“Ah, grow up, Ol.”

“Oh, come on, Sams, it’s a funny word.”

Sam shook his head with a sigh. “Look. We let Dad take off, which was a mistake by the way, and know we don’t know where the hell he is. So, meantime, we’ve gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There’s no harm in checking this out.”

“Right, right, except that if Olive steps foot in the house she’ll probably die.”

I rolled my eyes again before turning to Sam. “Where do we find these kids?”

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

                                                            ***

“If she blocks me in, I swear to god.” Dean grumbled as Everett pulled in next to us.

She parked so close that Dean couldn’t open his door. He cursed under his breath, and Sam rolled his eyes as he opened the passenger door. I turned around and smiled at Jinx.

“We’ll be right back, girly.”

“Make sure you leave the windows down for her.” Sam reminded us.

“Alright, come on, De.” I tugged on his sleeve.

“Total bullshit.” He mumbled under his breath.

“I know, I know.” I climbed out through Sam’s side. “You coming?”

He let out a sigh as he climbed out, fixing his jacket.

“You really need to learn how to park, Winchester.”

“Bite me.” Dean spat.

“Alright, alright. Come on.” Sutton pulled her sister along.

Hunter stifled a yawn as he climbed out of their car, pulling a hoodie on. 

“Nice dog.”

“Name’s Jinx.” I latched onto Sam’s hand and yawned, too.

“So how are we handling this?” Sutton asked.

“Reporters.” Dean called over his shoulder. “Come on.”

                                                           ***

“It was the scariest thing I ever saw in my life, I swear to God.” The boy sitting outside tells Sam and Dean.

Dean tries hard not to roll his eyes. He focuses on Jinx instead, who had barked so loud they had to take her out of the car. The little dog is on her side, head on Dean’s shoe. He smiles as she looks up at him and wags her tail.

“From the moment we walked in, the walls were painted black.” The second boy speaks to Everett and Sutton through the serving window.

“Red.” The first boy says.

“I think it was blood!” The girl hisses at Hunter and Olive, who are sitting inside with her.

“All these freaky symbols.” The first boy shudders.

“Crosses and stars.” The boy at the serving window shakes his head.

“Pentecostals.” The boy outside says, and Sam and Dean share a look. Even Jinx tilts her head.

“Whatever, I had my eyes closed the whole time.” The girl smacks her gum.

“But I can damn sure tell you this much. No matter what anybody else says…”

“That poor girl.”

“With the black-”

“Blonde-”

“Red hair, just hanging there.”

“Kicking.”

“Without even moving!”

“She was real.” The girl reassures. Hunter and Olive sigh at each other.

“One hundred percent.” The boy nods at Dean vigorously.

“And kinda hot. Well, you know, in a dead sorta way.” The second boy smirks. Everett and Sutton look at each other, eyebrows shot up high.

“And… how’d you find out about this place anyway?” Sam, Sutton, and Olive ask.

“Craig.”

                                                           ***

“Just stay separate.” Dean snapped at Everett.

“Relax, jackass.” I hissed as we stepped into the shop.

“Fellas.” The guy at the counter looked up. “Can I help you with anything?”

“Yeah, are you Craig Thursten?” Sam asked.

“I am.” He looked hesitant.

“We’re reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I’m Olive, this is Sam and Dean.” I smiled.

“No way.” He looked me up and down, and I cringed.

He was definitely Dean’s age, if not older. I could physically feel Dean struggling not to take a step forward and shove me behind him.

“Well, I’m a writer too. I write for my school’s lit magazine.”

“Well, good for you, Morrissey.” Dean hissed.

The bell rang, and I turned to see the Richmonds walking in.

“Oh, excuse me.” Craig sauntered to the edge of the counter, eyes honing in on Sutton.

Dean pulled me to stand between him and Sam.

“Can I help you with anything?”

“Oh, no, we’re just looking. Thanks.” Hunter forced a smile as Everett glared, moving to stand in front of Sutton.

I smiled. She and Dean were more alike than they realized.

“So, what can I do for you folks?” Craig came back to us, again staring at me.

“Um.” Sam cleared his throat as Dean stepped ever-so-slightly in front of me. “We’re doing an article on local hauntings and rumor has it you might know of one.”

“You mean the Hell House?”

Dean sighed. “That’s the one.”

“I didn’t think there was anything to the story.” Craig chuckled.

“Why don’t you tell us the story?” I tilted my head.

“Well, supposedly back in the thirties, this farmer, Mordechai Murdoch, used to live in this house with his six daughters. It was during the Depression, his crops were failing, he didn’t have enough money to feed his own children. So I guess that’s when he went off the deep end.”

Sam and I glanced at each other, and he turned back to Craig. “How so?”

“Well, he figured it was best if his girls died quickly, rather than starve to death. So he attacked them. They screamed, begged for him to stop, but he just strung them up, one after the other. And when he was all done he just turned around and hung himself. Now they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringing up any other girl that goes inside.” He eyed me again. “I’d steer clear if I were you, Ol.”

Dean’s nostrils flared and I shook my head. “Don’t call me that.”

“Where’d you hear all this?” Dean all but growled.

“My cousin Dana told me. I don’t know where she heard it from. Ya gotta realize, I… I didn’t believe it for a second.”

“But now you do.”

“I don’t know what the hell to think, man. I, 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 wanna go anywhere near that house ever again, okay?”

Dean nodded, grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me away from Craig. “Thanks.”

Hunter immediately went for me, taking me from Dean and throwing an arm around my shoulders. “What’d he tell you?”

I shivered. “Enough to know that it’s probably just a spirit. Simple salt and burn should work. Just have to find where he’s buried.”

Hunter looked over our shoulders at Craig and sighed. “He better not be caught up in this. And he better never look at you like that again.”

I snorted. “I can take care of myself, ya know.”

“I know.” He looked back at me. “And so does Dean. But just in case.”

                                                           ***

“Can’t blame him.” Sam scoffed as we walked up the muddy road to the house.

“Yeah, so much for curb appeal.” Dean snorted as Jinx tugged at her leash.

“Got an-”

“Yeah.” Sutton cut Everett off and pulled out an EMF reader.

“Come on, let’s circle the house.” Dean reached out a hand for me.

I giggled and took it, swinging our hands back and forth like a little kid. He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t suppress the smile growing on his face. Jinx yapped, pulling us around the house.

“Don’t laugh at me, kid.”

I giggled again. “Sorry. You’re just… so protective.”

He snorted. “You’re not allowed to turn this into a chick-flick moment.”

I smiled. “I love you too, De.”

He rolled his eyes again, this time with a huge grin on his face. “I love you too, sweetie.”

“Hey, De?” I swung our hands again.

“Yeah, pumpkin?”

“Would you ever do that?”

“Do what?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

I looked up at him with puppy eyes. “Mercy kill me.”

He blinked, shocked. He stopped walking, and I had to stop with him. Jinx practically choked on her leash, confused as to why we weren’t still moving.

“Baby girl, I would never.”

A small smile grew onto my face. “Make me fight it out to the end?”

He grinned. “Yeah. Side by side, wouldn’t give you a choice.”

I squeezed his hand and started walking again. “Thanks, De. I wouldn’t mercy kill you either. Couldn’t stomach it.”

“Anything?” I asked Sam as he held the EMF out.

“Yeah. A little bit.” Sam squatted to scratch Jinx behind the ears.

“They won’t be any good.” Dean sighed.

“Why?” Sam and I looked up at him.

Dean nodded up at the powerlines. “I think that thing’s still got a little juice in it. It’s screwing all the readings.”

“Yeah, that’d do it.” I sighed.

“Yeah. Come on.” Dean tugged me back to the front of the house.

“So what’s the deal here?” Everett asked, arms crossed over her chest.

Sam sighed, and Sutton shrugged at him. Did middle children have a way of communicating with each other or something?

“You guys stay out here, make sure Olive sticks with you. Keep Jinx with you, too. We take Hunter in there and make sure we know what we’re dealing with.” Dean instructed as he walked me over to them, placing me between Everett and Sutton.

I sighed. “I still think this is stupid.” I took Jinx’s leash from Dean’s hand.

Dean smiled at me. “I still don’t care.”

“Alright, you ready?” Sam asked Hunter, hand on his shoulder.

I smiled. Sam was a big teddy bear.

“Yeah, I think so.” Hunter nodded as Dean gave him a rough pat on the back.

“Guys.” I called as they began to trudge up the steps.

All three boys turned back, Dean in attack stance and Sam with big puppy eyes. I ran up the steps and threw my arms around each brother’s waist. Jinx jumped around, pawing at the boys’ legs.

“I love you guys.” I whispered into Dean’s jacket.

They both sighed and hugged back.

“We love you too.”

“Be careful.”

“Always.” Sam kissed the top of my head before I backed away, stepping back down the steps.

“Hey, Winchester.” Everett growled.

Dean rolled his eyes. “What?”

“If my kid brother comes out of there with a single scratch-”

“Yeah, same goes for you. I want my baby back in mint condition.” Dean snarled at her.

Everett snorted. “Can’t give her back in mint condition if she’s already a disaster.” She mumbled.

I rolled my eyes. “Just go.”

The boys headed inside the house, flashlights up. I sat down on the curb with a sigh. Jinx snuggled onto my lap as Sutton sat down next to me.

“You alright?”

I shrugged a shoulder. “Don’t like the idea of my boys going in there without me.”

She nodded. “I know. I wasn’t too sold on Hunter going alone, but I know he’s in good hands with Sam and Dean.”

I snorted. “Look, I love Hunter, but I don’t trust him to keep my brothers safe.”

She nodded again. “I get that, too.

I closed my eyes with a huff. Jinx let out a small bark. A floorboard creaked, and I shot to my feet, confused.

“Olive? What is it?”

Another floorboard, and then a giggle. It wasn’t Sam’s, it wasn’t Hunter’s, and it most definitely was not Dean’s. Something that sounded like an EMF meter went off, and I turned to the house. Jinx started to go crazy, barking like there was no tomorrow. A bark turned into a growl.

“Shit.”

“Olive?” Everett waved her hand in front of my face.

“There’s someone else in there.” I tore past the siblings and up the steps.

“Dean?” I hissed, blinking to adjust to the dark.

They didn’t answer, but the same floorboards creaked. I cursed under my breath and went down the hallway. I heard Jinx howl from outside.

“Olive.” Dean hissed, and it came out like a strangled bark.

“What the-”

“Shh.” I cut them off, holding a hand up.

Something in the next room thumped, and the boys looked at each other wide eyes. Hunter went for my wrist, and I pulled away from him, standing in front of the door with my shoulders squared. Sam and Dean looked at each other, and Dean sighed. He looked at me. I nodded, and so did Hunter. Dean busted through the door, and a bright light hit our eyes.

Danger.

Blood began to drip from my mouth, a drop landing on my shoe. I bared my teeth.

“Oh, cut! It’s just a couple of humans.”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I threw my head back with a growling scoff. Dean snorted, looking at me over his shoulder. Two guys were standing in front of us, one holding a camera, and the other holding… an EMF meter?

“What are you guys going here?” The one with the EMF meter asked.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Dean hissed.

“Uh, we belong here. We’re professionals.” EMF meter laughed.

“Professional what?” I asked through gritted teeth, swallowing blood.

“Paranormal investigators.” EMF shoved business cards into Sam and Hunter’s hands.

He tried to give one to Dean, but my older brother only stared with arched eyebrows. He turned to me, and I shook my head, trying to ignore the blood that had made its way down my chin.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Dean groaned.

“Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spengler?” Sam read off the card.

“Hellhounds Lair dot come.” Hunter sighed. “You guys run that website.”

“Yeah.” EMF grinned.

“Oh, yeah, yeah.” Dean nodded. “We’re big fans.”

I closed my eyes, trying to hold back an annoyed laugh.

“And uh, we know who you guys are too.”

My blood ran cold and St. Louis ran through my head.

Dean.

My mouth began to bleed again, and my eyes began to water.

“Yeah?”

“Amateurs.” EMF scoffed, and I suddenly felt lightheaded. 

Dean watched me go pale and came to my side, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I leaned into him with a sigh, and a second stream of blood went down my skin. Dean sighed and wiped at it with the sleeve of his flannel.

“You alright?”

I nodded. He gave my arm a squeeze and gestured to Hunter.

“Keep her standing.” He whispered as he handed me off and turned back to EMF and camera boy.

“Gonna be okay?” Hunter asked in a hushed tone.

I nodded again. “I think so. Just a lot of back and forth.”

“St. Louis?” He asked.

I took a breath, closing my eyes. “Yeah.”

“So if you guys don’t mind, we’re trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here.”

“Yeah, and whatcha got?”

“Harry, why don’t ya tell them about EMF?” Idiot One grinned.

I leaned my head back into Hunter’s shoulder and groaned.

“Well…”

“EMF?”

I smiled, knowing Sam was playing dumb and knowing he was biting back a grin.

“Electromagnetic field? Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector. Like this bad boy right here.” Ed flicked the EMF meter on.

Dean turned to me with a shit-eating grin, and I turned my face into Hunter’s neck, struggling not to snort.

“Whoa, whoa! It’s 2.8 mg!”

“2.8. It’s hot in here.”

Dean let out a low whistle, and Sam mumbled something.

“Huh.” Dean huffed. “So you guys ever really seen a ghost before, or…”

“Once. We were, uh, we were investigating this old house and we saw a vase fall right off the table.”

“By itself.”

“Well, w-w-w-we didn’t actually see it, we heard it. And something like that, it uh… it changes you.”

“Yeah.” Dean nodded, a serious look on his freckled face. “We should go, let them get back to work.” He looked over his shoulder at me.

I nodded, feeling sick.

“Yeah. You should.” Ed snipped.

“Sam. Hunter, Olive.” Dean ushered us out the door.

“Yeah, work!” Ed called after us as we made our way down the hallway.

“Why did you run in?”

“Why didn’t you bring a shotgun?”

“Are you gonna stop bleeding any time soon?”

I giggled at Hunter, but Dean cut me short, grabbing me by the waist and throwing me over his shoulder.

“De!” I squealed, hitting his back.

He dropped me in front of the steps of the house and glared at me.

“Why the hell did you come inside?”

I sighed, shoulders dropping. “I heard something.”

Sutton and Everett ran up, Jinx on their heels. She yapped, jumping at the boys.

“I’m so sorry! We tried to stop her!”

“I told you-”

“Stop.” I cut Dean off as he went for Everett’s throat. “Stop, I ran out.”

“Why?” Dean barked at me.

I shrunk back with a flinch, and Sam pulled him back. Hunter grabbed his sisters and dragged them away. Jinx sat at our feet with a whine.

“I could hear them moving inside the house.” I whispered.

“What?” Sam tilted my head.

“I could hear them. The floorboards, EMF’s giggle. The EMF meter itself. I could hear them from the curb, De.”

He sighed. “Okay.”

Sam sighed too. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I was just worried. I wasn’t sure what it was.” I pouted, my head feeling tingly.

They sighed, and Dean brought me into a hug. “I know. It’s okay. Just try to take care of yourself too, baby.”

I nodded, letting my head drop against his chest. “Okay.”

“Go to sleep, Sammy’s got ya.” He gave me a squeeze.

I nodded again. Sam picked me up by the waist and set me on his hip. I yawned and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Love you.”

Sam chuckled. “Love you too, bug.”

                                                           ***

“Hey.” Sam sauntered down the steps.

“Hey!” I called Dean as he met us halfway.

“Whatcha got?” He asked.

“Well, we couldn’t find a Mordechai but we did find a Martin Murdoch who lived in that house in the thirties.” Dean let go of Jinx’s leash, and she came running.

“He did have kids, but it was two boys. And there’s no evidence he ever killed anyone.” Sutton finished as Sam picked Jinx up.

“Huh.” Dean huffed.

“What about you?” Hunter asked.

Everett turned back to the cars, and we followed her.

“Well, the kids didn’t really give us a clear description of that dead girl but I did hit up the police station.” Dean sighed.

“No matching missing persons. It’s like she never existed.” Everett shook her head.

“Look guys. We did our digging. This whole thing’s a bust. For all we know, those website freaks made this whole thing up.”

“Yeah, he’s got a point.” Sutton put her hands on her hips.

“Alright. We can split then, I guess.” I shrugged.

Everett grinned. “I’m fine with that. Let’s go!”

“I say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals.” Dean winked.

Sam wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me away from Dean as he made his way to the car. He held Jinx to his chest with the other arm, tucking her under his jacket.

“Wh-”

“Shh.” Sam whispered.

I waved to Hunter and Sutton as Everett started their car. Dean got into the car, and Sam pulled me toward the window with a smile. Dean turned the key, and latino music began to blast. Dean hit the radio, but the wipers began to go off instead. He tore the key out with a jump. Jinx barked, scared.

“What the fuck?”

Sam giggled as he held the door open. I stared with wide eyes as I climbed into the car. Sam licked his finger and marked a ‘one’ in the air before pointing to himself. He got into the car and I inched closer to Dean, still a bit startled. Jinx circled between me and Sam before laying down, and I stared at him. I thought for sure that Sam knew better than to mess with Dean’s car.

“That’s all you’ve got?” Dean gave him a dirty look. “Weak. That is bush league.”

I curled my arms around one of Dean’s.

“Can we go home now?”

He smiled down at me. “Of course we can, sweetpea.”

                                                           ***

“Hello?” I asked as I flicked my phone open.

Sam and Dean had left me sleeping in the motel room while they went to a diner to pick up dinner. Jinx was asleep at the feet of Sam’s bed. She loved him the most.

“Olive, have the Richmonds left town yet?”

“No. I just got off the phone with Hunter. Everett is asleep and Sutton went out to get them dinner. I thought maybe you guys would run into her.”

“Well, we haven’t. Look, call him back. We missed something. We’ll call Sutton, tell her to meet us back at the Hell House.”

“Okay… De, what happened?”

He sighed. “A girl’s dead.”

“For real?”

“Yeah. We saw her. It was real.”

I sighed again. “Does this mean I’ll have to hold onto your belt loop the whole time?”

He snorted. “You bet your ass it does.”

I scoffed. “Okay. Love you guys. Be careful.”

“Always. You too. Love you.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.” Dean made an obnoxious kissing noise before hanging up.

I sighed as I dialed Hunter’s number again. I put the phone between my ear and shoulder as I got off the bed.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Hunt.” I sighed and dug through our communal bag.

I had already changed into my pj’s and shoved my clothing into the duffel.

“What’s up?”

“Look, Sam and Dean said we must’ve missed something. Dean wants you guys to meet us at the Hell House.”

Hunter sighed. “What happened?”

“A girl’s dead, and he sounded agitated.” I put him on speaker and tossed the phone aside.

“Alright. Everett is still out, she’s probably hungover. But I’ll wake her up and make sure she gets ready.”

“Make sure she doesn’t cut your head off.” I tugged off Dad’s old sweater and yanked on a black shirt.

“Haha, very funny. Are those website guys still suspects?”

I pulled on leggings and snorted. “I kinda hope so. I’d love nothing more than to cut EMF freak in two.”

“I still can’t believe you barged right in there without a gun. I’m surprised Dean didn’t shoot you on the spot.”

“Oh, shove it.” I laced my boots up. “Dean loves me. Would never shoot me.”

He snorted this time. “Yeah. Right, sure. Alright, I’ll let you go. I’ve gotta wake Everett up.”

I giggled. “Good luck. See ya.”

“Bye, Ol.”

                                                           ***

I shushed Hunter as we crouched in the bushes.

“I guess the cops don’t want anyone else screwing around in there.” Sam whispered.

There was a cop car parked on the curb, and they were standing around the porch.

“Yeah, but we still gotta get in there.” Dean sighed.

Somebody else whispered, and I turned to glare at Everett. She wasn’t talking. I looked around, slowly edging out of our hiding spot. Jinx would’ve barked, so we left her at the motel. Lucky for us, she was still sleeping when Sam and Dean picked me up.

“I don’t fucking believe it.” Hunter growled.

“What?” I looked at him, and he helped me move forward without being seen.

The two idiots from earlier. Hunched over, wearing stupid gadgets, whispering and shushing each other. I inhaled to let out a snort, and a hand clapped over my mouth. I looked down to see that it was Dean’s hand, and I licked him. He flinched, pulling me back to sit.

“Ohh, De.” I turned to him with a huge smile. “I got an idea.”

He smiled. “Go ahead.”

I shuffled to rest on my knees. I cleared my throat before cupping my hands to my mouth.

“Who ya gonna call!”

Idiot One and Idiot Two stumbled, confused. The cops spotted them, and began shouting orders. The idiots ran back the way they came, and the cops followed.

Everett chuckled. “Nice move, Winchester.”

I grinned as Sam pulled me onto my feet. We followed Dean up the sidewalk and into the house. We were laughing, and I let out a snort.

“Alright, alright.” Sam tried to quiet us down.

“Everyone settle.” Sutton smiled.

“Okay.” Sam swung the duffel bag off his shoulder and onto the floor. “Olive.” He handed out rifles as he did a head count.

Dean was next to get a rifle, then Sutton. Hunter, and Everett last.

“Where have I seen this before?” Dean shone his flashlight at the walls. “It’s killing me.”

“Alright, come on. We don’t have much time.” Sam called.

He led the way down to the basement. Him first, then Dean, and me, of course, stuck behind Dean. Hunter, then Sutton, and then Everett.

“Oh, look at that. That’s funky.” Hunter pointed at a shelf full of jars.

“Oh, nice.” I strayed from the group and went straight for them.

Dean followed, picking up a red one. He sloshed it around and turned with a grin.

“Hey, Sam. I dare you to take a swig of this.”

“What the hell would I do that for?” Sam furrowed his eyebrows.

I grinned up at Dean, and he mirrored it.

“I double dare you.”

Sam shook his head with a snort. I looked through the jars, seeing one that looked like it had an eyeball in it. I pushed it away with a groan of disgust. Hunter laughed from beside me, and something thumped in the cabinet in the corner. Hunter stood in front of me and clutched his rifle. Sutton positioned herself behind Sam, and Everett behind Dean. Dean and Sutton’s rifles went up as Everett’s flashlight turned on. Hunter squared his shoulders and glanced at me. I stood on my toes, resting my head against his shoulder. Dean nodded, and Sam yanked the door open.

A few rats squeaked and ran away from the light. Dean groaned and lifted his feet.

“I hate rats.”

“What, you’d rather it was a ghost?” I giggled.

“Yes, actually.” Dean squinted at me.

I dug my fingers into Hunter’s arm as a figure appeared behind Sam.

“Ev!”

“Sams!”

The four older hunters turned around. I shoved Hunter out of the way and cocked my rifle. Mordechai rose an axe above his head, aiming at Sam.

“Duck.” I ordered before taking my shot.

Nothing happened, and I shot him again. Someone else shot at him, and he finally misted away.

“What the fucking hell?” I hissed, running to Dean.

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and looked around.

“What kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?” Sam asked as we moved.

Dean and I ducked behind the shelves of jars, confused. I looked around, trying to figure out what was going on.

“I dunno, but we should get outta here right now.” Everett grabbed Hunter by the wrist and yanked him toward the door.

Mordechai came back, and his axe came down on the shelves. The jars shattered at our feet, and one hit my head.

I crawled out from under the metal as the Richmonds pulled the shelf up.

“Fuck.” I hissed, hand going to the back of my head.

“Go!” Sam shouted as he took on Mordechai. “Get out of here!”

“Hey, cunt!” I screamed, waving my arms and aiming my rifle.

Mordechai turned to me, and I felt my chest clench. He swung at me, and I ducked and rolled. Sam plucked me off the ground as the axe slammed an electrical box. Sparks flew everywhere, and Sam tossed me over his shoulder.

Everett led the way up the stairs, and Sam and I brought up the rear. I yelped as we ran through the hall and out onto the porch. Sutton fell first, and it was a domino effect. I ended up on top of Sam, legs caught under Hunter.

“Ow!” I howled.

My arm cracked as I shifted, and I felt my bones throb.

“Go, go, go!” Sam shouted, trying to untangle himself from the mess.

Hunter rolled off of us and helped me to my feet. I yanked at Sam, then at Dean. Dean grabbed my arm, and I yanked away with a yelp. Idiot One and Idiot Two were standing there, camera on us.

“Get that fucking thing outta my face.” Dean smacked them away.

“Go, go, go!” Sam shouted.

“Sweet Lord!”

“Of the rings! Run! Go!”

“Come on.” Hunter grabbed my hand and yanked me along with him.

                                                           ***

“Hey, baby girl.” Dean shot up from the bed as I opened the door.

“Hi, Deano.”  I smiled.

“How you feeling?” Sam looked up from his laptop.

I shrugged a shoulder. “Fine. Hurting, but fine.”

Sutton sat down next to Sam as Everett shut the door. “She’s gotta take these for the pain, and the cast has to be changed in a month, maybe two. You’re gonna have to be on top of her doctor’s appointments, because Dean’ll forget.”

“Hey!” Dean scoffed. “I would never forget about my baby’s health.” He turned to me. “C’mere.”

I sat down next to him with a huff. Jinx padded over to my side and gave me sad eyes.

“My arm is itchy.”

He laughed. “Sorry, Babes.”

“Can you sign it?” I looked up at him with puppy eyes.

He smiled and nodded. I pulled out a sharpie and handed it to him. He threaded his fingers through mine and signed his name onto the plaster.

Dean Michael Winchester, written in ugly, scratchy handwriting. Below that, Olive, my baby. I love you so much. Sorry your arm broke 🖤🖤

“So, what’ve we got?” Hunter asked, sitting on the couch.

“Not much.” Sam scratched the back of his neck. “Haven’t really started.”

Everett scoffed, and Sutton shot her a look.

“We were worried about Olive!” Sam defended himself.

“What the hell is this symbol?” Dean groaned, picking up a pad of paper from his side. “It’s buggin’ the hell out of me. This whole damn job’s buggin’ me. I thought the legend said Mordechai only goes after chicks.”

“It does.” Sam snorted.

I pulled out my laptop and started it up. I stood and stretched, groaning at the dull pain in my arm.

“Alright. Well, I mean that explains why he went after Olive, and you. But why me?” Dean leaned back.

“Hilarious.” Sam rolled his eyes. “The legend also says he hung himself but did you see those wrists?”

“Yeah.”

“What about them?” I asked as I got onto the Idiot2 website.

“They were slit.” Sam threw his head back with a groan.

“That doesn’t make sense.” I scrunched my nose up and settled next to Hunter.

“The axe doesn’t either, actually.” He noted, throwing an arm over my shoulders.

“I mean, ghosts are usually pretty strict, right? Following the same patterns over and over again.” Sam sighed.

I made a grabby hand at him, and he moved to sit on my other side.

“But this mook keeps changing.” Dean scoffed.

I got onto the and refreshed the page on Mordechai Murdoch. “Okay, the story definitely said… wait a minute.” I blinked. “What the fuck?” I asked, turning my laptop to Sam.

“What?”

“Read.” I pointed.

Dean looked up at me with an eyebrow raised.

“Someone added a new post to their site. Read it out loud, Sams.

“They say Mordechai Murdoch was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with an axe before slitting his own wrists. Now he’s imprisoned in the house for eternity.” Sam squinted.

“What the hell?” Everett tilted her head.

“I don’t know. But I think I might’ve just figured out where it all started.” Dean tossed aside the pad of paper.

                                                           ***

“Hey, Craig. Remember us?” Dean asked as we sauntered into the shop.

He looked up with a sigh. He looked depressed. The Richmonds followed us in.

“Guys, look. I’m not really in the mood to answer any of your questions, okay?”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Dean waved him off. “We’re just here to buy an album, that’s all.”

He flicked through a stack and picked one out. I eyed it and looked up at him with a smile.

He was a genius.

He slung an arm around my shoulders and walked us toward the counter. “You know, I couldn’t quite figure out what the symbol was, and then I realized that it didn’t mean anything. It’s the Blue Öyster Cult logo.” He turned to Craig. “Tell me, Craig. You uh, you into BOC? Or just scaring the hell outta people?”

“Why don’t you tell us about the house again?” I narrowed my eyes.

“Without lying through your ass this time.” Dean pulled a bitchface.

Craig sighed. “Alright, uh… my cousin Dana was on break from TCU. We were just bored, looking for something to do…” He sighed. “So I showed her this abandoned dump I found. We thought it would be cool to make it look like it was haunted.”

Hunter snorted from behind me.

“So we painted symbols on the walls, some from albums, from Dana’s theology textbooks. Then we found out this guy Murdoch used to live there, so we… we made up some story to go along with that. So we 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.”

Sutton squinted, and Everett mumbled something to her.

“I mean, I thought it was fun at first, but… now that girl is dead, and… it was just a joke! Ya know, I mean… none of it was real. We made this whole thing up. I swear!”

“Alright.” Sam spoke softly.

“Okay.” Everett pulled Sutton and Hunter along.

I sighed and looked up at Sam. “If none of it was real, how the hell do you explain Mordechai?”

Sam looked at me and shook his head. “I dunno.”

                                                           ***

“Wake up, pumpkin.” Dean’s voice broke me out of my sleep as he rested a hand on my hip.

I groaned as I rolled over onto my back. “What?”

“Hey, I’m back.” He called out to Sam, who was in the shower.

“Hey, where were you?” Sam asked as the water turned off.

“Picking up orange juice for Ollie.” Dean winked at me as he sat down next to me.

I yawned as I sat up. I smiled at him and threw my arm around his neck. He laughed and hugged me back, pressing a kiss to my head.

“Thanks, De. I fucking love orange juice.”

He chuckled. “I know.”

“So Ollie might have a theory about what’s going on.” Sam called out.

“Yeah?”

“She still asleep?”

“Just woke her up.” Dean brushed my hair back.

“Yeah, what is Mordechai is a Tulpa?” I asked.

“Tulpa?” Dean repeated.

The door opened and Sam came out, hair dripping wet and a towel around his waist. I closed my eyes with a scowl on my face. Dean turned too, a bit grossed out. Jinx tilted her head at us, and I giggled. She was like a little human, only confused all the time.

“Put on some clothes.”

Sam picked up a pillow and threw it at me. It hit my juice and I pouted as it spilled over. 

“Dean!” I whined, throwing my head back against the wall.

He took the cup and grabbed a few tissues, wiping the juice off my hand. “Sorry, Babes. Sam, don’t be a dick.”

“Just… Tulpa.” I hissed at Sam.

“Yeah, a Tibetan thought form.”

“Ah, yeah, I know what a Tulpa is. Hey Sam, why don’t you get dressed. I wanna grab something to eat. I gotta take a leak.”

I laid back down and pulled the blanket over my head. “Wake me up when we’re ready to go.”

                                                           ***

“There you go.” The server put six coffees on the counter.

“Thank you.” Dean and I smiled as we took the cups and walked back to Sam and the Richmonds.

Sam was grimacing and trying to fix his pants. I cringed, and Dean eyed him.

“Dude, what’s your problem?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.” Sam brushed him off.

“You sure?” I asked as I sat down next to him.

“Yeah.”

“Alright, keep going.” Dean took a seat. “So, these Tulpas?”

Sutton looked up and sighed. She took her coffee and yawned. Hunter leaned forward on his elbows and yawned. Everett put her head in her hands.

“Okay, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915. Group of monks visualized a golem in their head. They meditated on it so hard they brought the thing to life. Outta thin air.” Sam glanced at his computer.

“So?” Everett raised an eyebrow.

“That was twenty monks. Imagine what ten thousand web surfers could do.” Sutton scowled at her sister.

“She’s right. 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. Are you trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he’s real?” Dean’s nose scrunched up.

“I dunno, maybe.” Sam shuffled again.

“People believe in Santa Claus… how come we aren’t getting hooked up every Christmas?”

“Because, Dean, you’re a horrible person. And because of this.” Sutton turned Sam’s laptop toward us.

One of the symbols from the Hell House was on his screen.

“Lemme guess, that’s the Tibetan spirit sigil?” Hunter asked.

“On the wall of the house?” I added.

“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… might be enough to bring a Tulpa to life.” I shrugged.

“Would explain why he keeps changing.” Dean sighed.

Sam shuffled again. “Right, as the legend changes, people think different things. So Mordechai changes.”

“Like a game of telephone.”

“That would also explain why the rock salt didn’t work.” I sighed.

“Because he’s not a traditional spirit.” Dean frowned.

“Yeah.” Sam fidgeted again.

“Okay. So why can’t we just, uh…” Everett pinched the bridge of her nose. “Get this spirit sigil thing off the wall and off the website?”

“Well, it’s not that simple.” Sutton shook her head. “You see, once Tulpas are created they take on a life of their own.”

“Great. So if he really is a thought form…” Dean scowled. “How the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?”

Sam began to move again.. “Well it’s not gonna be easy with these guys helping us. Check out their homepage.” He nodded toward Sutton.

Sutton hit something on his laptop and a video started to play. I groaned. It was the footage from last night. The Richmonds crashed down the stairs, followed by a crumbling Dean, and Sam. Me, crashing to the ground, Hunter over my feet, me shouting as my arm snapped.

“Since they’ve posted the video, their number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone.”

I tensed. “De, if anyone recognizes you…” I sighed. “We’re screwed.”

“Hmph.” Dean’s lip curled up. “I got an idea. Come on.”

“Where are we going?” Sutton asked as Dean stood.

“We gotta find a CopyJack.”

I got off my stool with a yawn. Hunter followed, and Sam wiggled as he got to his feet. He grumbled something to Dean, and Dean only laughed. Sutton and Everett looked over their shoulders, confused.

“You did this?” Sam asked.

Dean only laughed harder.

“You’re a fucking jerk.” Sam hissed at him.

“Oh, yeah.” Dean grinned.

I rolled my eyes. Sam and Dean went for me at the same time, and I ducked away, pacing myself with Hunter. Sam blinked sadly, and Dean stuck his tongue out at me. I stuck mine out back.

“Brat.”

“Prick.”

                                                           ***

Dean pounded his fist on the door of the trailer.

“Who is it?” Idiot Two asked.

“Come on out, guys. We can hear you in there.”

Jinx let out a little growl, and I bit back a smile.

“It’s them!”

The door opened and they stuck their heads out.

“Ah, would you look at that. Action figures in their original packaging. What a shock.” Dean snorted.

“Guys, we need to talk.” Sam sighed.

“Yeah, um… sorry guys. We’re ahh, a little busy right now.” Idiot One shuffled.

I slammed my hand against the door as he tried to shut it. “Okay, well we’ll make it quick. You need to shut down the website.”

“Man, you know, these guys got us busted last night, spent the night in a holding cell…” He laughed.

“I had to pee in that cell urinal. 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.” Everett crossed her arms over her chest.

“But now thanks to your website there are thousands of people hearing about Mordechai.” Sutton rested all her weight on one hip.

“That’s right, which means people are gonna keep showing up at the Hell House, running into him in person.” Hunter dead-panned.

“Somebody could get hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Ed, maybe he’s got a point. Maybe…”

“Nope.” Idiot One shook his head. “We have an obligation to our fans, to the truth.”

“Well I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now-”

“Ev, Ev, hey, hey, hey, just forget it, alright.” Sutton pulled her back. “These guys…” She sighed dramatically. “Probably bitch slap them both, we could even tell them that thing about Mordechai, but they’re still not gonna help us.”

“Sutton’s right. Let’s just go.” I sighed, readjusting my grip on Jinx’s leash.

“Yeah, he’s right.” Dean sighed as we began to walk away.

“What’d you say about…”

“Hang on a second here.”

“What thing about Mordechai?”

“Don’t tell em, Sutton.” Hunter begged.

“But if they agree to shut down the website, guys…” Sutton trailed off.

“They’re not gonna do it, you said so yourself.” Dean sighed.

“No, wait. Wait. Don’t listen to him, okay? We’ll do it. We’ll do it.” Idiot One stepped out of the trailer.

“Look, it’s a really big deal, alright? And it wasn't easy to dig up. So only if we have your word that you’ll shut it all down.” Sutton leaned in.

“Totally.”

“Alright.” Sutton nodded at Dean.

He pulled a few papers from his jacket.

“It’s a death certificate. From the thirties. We got it at the library. Now, according to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound.”

“That’s right. He didn’t hang or cut himself.” Dean added.

“He shot himself?”

“Yep.” Sam nodded. “With a .45 pistol. To this day they say he’s terrified of them.”

“Matter of fact, they say if you shoot him with a .45, loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds-”

“It’ll kill the son of a bitch.” Dean cut me off.

Idiot One snatched the paper, and Idiot Two smiled.

“Alright, we should head out.” Hunter grabbed me by the wrist and tugged me away.

Sam and Dean followed. Everett spat on the step of the trailer, and Sutton smacked the back of her head before walking away.

                                                           ***

Hunter: be safe. sorry we had to abandon you guys

I smiled as I typed back a response.

Olive: we always do great without you guys anyways. just don’t get yourself killed

Hunter: will do

The Richmonds had left town. A case that seemed like werewolves had popped up in Oklahoma, and we were the closest hunters around. Dean was determined to take Mordechai down, so Everett decided they’d peel out. I yawned as I leaned against Dean. He wrapped an arm around me as he reached up. I watched as he pulled the cord on a mechanical fisherman holding a large fish. The fisherman’s mouth moved and an obnoxious laugh played. Sam yanked on the cord, and the laugh stopped.

“If you pull that string one more time I’m gonna kill you.” Sam promised.

We had been sitting in the cafe for the last two hours, and Dean had pulled the cord so many times that I would have nightmares about the laugh. Dean blinked, deadpan. He maintained eye contact with Sam as he pulled the cord again. Sam’s hand immediately went back up and he stopped it. He glared at Dean. I yawned again, this time snuggling further into Dean’s side. I wanted to go back to the motel, take Jinx for her nightly walk, and go to bed.

Dean snickered. “Come on, man. You need some more laughter in your life. You know, you’re way too tense.”

Sam only gave Dean another dirty look. Dean sighed, and I huffed.

“They post it yet?”

Sam spun his laptop around to us and began to stab at his salad, angry.

“We’ve learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdoch has a fatal fear of firearms.” Dean read off the scream.

“Alright, so how long do we wait?” I asked.

“Long enough for the story to spread and the legend to change.” Sam spoke with a hand over his mouth. “I figure by nightfall iron rounds will work on the sucker.” Sam swallowed and reached for his beer.

I grinned and grabbed my glass of juice. Dean lifted his own and the three of us tapped our drinks together.

“Sweet.” Dean grinned before taking a long chug.

A smirk grew on Sam’s face and I shrunk into Dean’s side. He was up to something. Dean put his bottle down, but it stuck to his palm. My eyes widened as Sam broke into a cackle and Dean stared at his bottle, confused.

He looked up at Sam. “You didn’t.”

Sam laughed harder and held up a bottle of super glue. “Oh, I did!”

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “Bitch.”

“Jerk.” Sam wheezed.

“Oh my god, you’re both fucking pricks!” I hissed, pulling away from Dean. “Why do you always have to go so far?”

“Why are you mad at me?”

“Because now I’ll have to rip that bottle off of his hand!” I groaned.

“Ollie, it’s okay.” Dean held his other hand out.

I scowled, smacking it away. “Get up. There’s some acetone in the car.”

Dean sighed. “Okay.”

                                                           ***

“Okay, come on.” Dean shut the trunk and led us up the porch steps.

He cleared his throat, and I put my back to his. I was left without a flashlight. A gun with one hand was risky, but I was a good shot, and Dean wanted me to be able to protect myself. We started with the hallway. Dean readjusted his gun with a hiss.

“I barely have any skin left on my palm.” He groaned.

“I’m not touching that line with a ten foot pole.” Sam snipped back.

Dean stopped us in our tracks and shone his light in Sam’s face. Sam winced and turned away. Dean, satisfied, moved into another room.

“So. You think old Mordechai’s home?” He whispered.

“I dunno.”

“Me either.”

The three of us jumped, guns pointing at the noise. I scowled. Idiot One and Idiot Two.

“You fuckers.” I growled.

“What are you trying to do, get yourself killed?” Sam hissed.

“We’re just trying to get a book and movie deal, okay?” Idiot One whined.

A sound like knives being sharpened came from the basement, and I cringed as I readjusted my grip on my gun.

“Oh, crap.”

Sam and Dean shot them identical looks as they crowded us, camera on.

“Ah… you guys, you wanna… you wanna open that door for us?” Idiot One asked.

“Why don’t you?” Dean spat over his shoulder.

Mordechai burst through the door with the same axe from before. He let out an other-wordly shout, and I shot first. Sam and Dean shot over my shoulders, shooting until they were out of rounds. Mordechai stared at us, and then disappeared again. My chest clenched as we waited. He was gone. Dean stood in front of me and nodded for us to follow him into the next room

There was a thud in the next room, and my phone began to buzz in my pocket. I flicked it open, seeing that it was Hunter.

“What?” I hissed as Sam put his back to mine and Dean ran back to the idiots.

“Their server crashed.”

“What?” I repeated.

“Their server crashed! Nobody got the story. Guns won’t do shit! You guys gotta get outta there!”

I blinked, then grabbed Sam.

“Dean!” I shouted. “Guns won’t work!”

“Great.” He growled as we ran back into the room.

“Any ideas?” I asked Sam.

“We are getting outta here.” One of the idiots grabbed the other as they broke into a run.

They pushed past Dean into the other room. We paused as they screamed. They ran back to the front, trying to get the door open.

“Jesus Mary and Joseph!”

Mordechai came after them, and Idiot One began to scream.

“Hey!” Sam called. “Come and get it, you ugly son of a bitch!”

Mordechai attacked Sam, pinning his axe against his neck.

“Get out of here, now!” He ordered.

Danger.

“Sammy!”

“Come on!” Dean grabbed me by the hand and yanked me along. “We gotta burn the place down!”

“But Sam!”

“Ol-”

“Sammy.” I whined.

“Ollie.” Dean grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me. “Sam’s in danger, you’re scared.”

I nodded. “Sam.”

“Use that. Get that door open, get to the car, get kerosene.”

I shut my eyes and heard Sam yelp. My teeth began to ache, and I spit blood out. Dean turned me by the shoulders and gave me a squeeze. I let out a grunt as I kicked the door. It didn’t move. Sam yelled again, and I let out a scream as I went at it with my shoulder. It splintered off its hinges.

Jinx was going mad in the backseat of the car, circling and barking and growling. She saw me coming and stuck her head out the window, letting out a howl.

I went for the car, was careful to flip open the trunk, and yanked out the gallon of kerosene. I ran back into the house, and Dean took the container away from me, pouring it on every possible surface. My mouth was throbbing, and I heard Sam from the next room.

“Dean! Olive!”

“Hey!”

I turned to see the Richmonds running up the steps, spray cans in hand. Hunter tossed me one. I grunted as I tore off my sling and went through my pockets. I flicked on my lighter, letting the flame catch. I threw the can onto the floor and went for Sam. A growl ripped through my throat, and Mordechai disappeared. Sam fell.

“Come on!” I pulled him off the floor.

Dean helped me get him to his feet. Sam grabbed his throat and coughed.

“What are we doing?”

“Improvising.” Sutton grabbed Sam’s arm and tugged it over her shoulders.

Everett flicked her lighter on and threw it into the other room. Flames went up, and Sutton helped Dean yank Sam out of the house. I hissed as someone bumped into my arm. Hunter dragged me out of the house, and Everett was the last to follow us out.

“This is your solution? Burn the whole damn place to the ground?” She scowled at Dean.

“Well nobody will go in anymore. I mean, look. Mordechai can’t haunt a house if there’s no house to haunt.” He huffed. “It’s fast and dirty but it works.”

I sat down on the front lawn and groaned, holding my arm. Hunter took his flannel off and fashioned a sling out of it. I was too tired to try and stop him.

“What if the legend changes again and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?”

“Well…” Dean sighed.

“Then we’ll just have to come back.” I spoke through a mouthful of blood.

Sam plucked me off the ground and set me on his hip with a sigh. I hissed, spitting over his shoulder.

“Kinda makes you wonder. Of all the things we hunted, how many existed just ‘cause people believed in them. Right, bug?” Sam asked.

I nodded. Dean helped me control it inside. Pushing me in the right direction, telling me what to do. It helped. Sam would keep me awake afterwards. It was draining, and I was so tired, but I needed to be ready for the day my brothers wouldn’t be there to carry me to the car right afterwards.

“You guys came back.” I whispered, staring at Hunter.

He smiled, and Sutton sighed. Everett only rolled her eyes.

“You guys would’ve done the same for us.”

Dean snorted as he pulled out the car keys. “Like hell we would’ve.”

I sniffled. “Can we go now? My arm hurts.”

Sam grinned as he gave me a squeeze. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

                                                           ***

“Why are we here?” I asked with a yawn.

Jinx circled at Sam’s feet before finally laying down in the shade of the picnic table. Dean grinned as Idiot One and Idiot Two came along with arms full of grocery bags.

“Gentlemen. Lady.” Idiot One nodded his head at us.

“Hey, guys.” Sam smiled.

I couldn’t help but grin. He was so polite. Such a sweetheart. A big teddy bear. I blinked. My pain meds were making me loopy.

“Should we tell them?”

“Hey, might as well. You know, they’re gonna read about it in the trades.” Idiot One scoffed.

“So this morning, we got a phone call from a very important Hollywood producer.”

I smiled, leaning into Dean’s side. “Oh yeah, wrong number?”

“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.” Idiot One spoke as they loaded the groceries into their car.

“And create the RPG.”

Dean blinked. “The what?”

“Role playing game.”

“Right.” Dean nodded, lips pursed.

“A little lingo for you.”

“Anyhoo, excuse us. We’re off to lala land.”

“Well, congratulations guys. That sounds really great.” Sam smiled.

“Yeah. That’s awesome, best of luck to you.”

“Oh, yeah. Luck. That has nothing to do with it. It’s about talent. Sheer, unabashed talent.”

We looked around at each other and nodded. Idiot One threw up a peace sign.

“Later.”

They got into their car and drove off.

“I have a confession to make.” Sam turned to me with a huge grin.

“What’s that?” Dean turned with a smile.

“I uh… I was the one that called them and told them I was a producer.” He scratched the back of his neck.

I giggled, and Dean threw an arm around my shoulder. “Yeah.” He laughed. “Well, I’m the one who put the dead fish in their backseat.”

I giggled again, and the boys broke into laughter.

“Hey, boys?” I looked up.

“Yeah, bug?”

“What is it, baby?”

I gave them puppy eyes. “Truce? Please?”

They sighed and looked at each other. Sam shrugged, and Dean nodded.

“Yeah, truce.”

“Truce.” Sam smiled.

“At least for the next hundred miles.” Dean winked as he got up.

“Let’s go home.”

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[fatsakurafemboy]

To Be A Friend

Summary - Ryan and Shane have been friends for a while. But what happens when that friendship is put to the test, by a new addition?

Pairings - none.

Warnings - ghost talk

A/N - My first chapter to the 'To be a friend' serise! I know this isn't that good, but it was my first fic, and I thought I'd put it on tumblr too!

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Trust is a foundation.

Chapter 1:

You might be wondering why there is currently two strange men running around an abandoned building and why they are shouting and yelling and taunting seemingly the air. Well, these men are Shane Madej and Ryan Bergara two ghost hunters that so far have found no evidence of ghosts.

Shane, a tall broad male with brown blonde hair and dark brown eyes is a relatively fearless man, the only thing he fears is the safety of his best bud Ryan. Ryan is the type of guy you would meet in a dark alley and not be afraid or wonder why he’s there, he is 5ft 9in and weighs 150 pounds, he has black hair, the kind of hair that you would find on the kid in school who plays the guitar, his eyes are also dark brown, but sometimes they lack the light they always have and this frightens Shane to the highest extent.

“Ryan why are we here?” asked shane

They had gone to the Pennhurst Asylum to investigate the horrors that had befallen the building. You may be thinking why are these two odd dudes voluntarily going into what many assume to be a haunted building? Well they host a youtube channel where they tell the history of the buildings and why they are considered haunted.

“Well, I thought that maybe this would be a place the people would want to see Shane, and maybe you would believe in ghosts if we came here!”

Shane was the one to not believe, he was supposed to think Ryan was crazy for thinking these types of things were real.

“Ryan,  listen, when I see a ghost for myself I’ll believe, but until then I still think you are talking to the air.”

The more Shane hung around Ryan, the more he started to doubt his previous beliefs, the way Ryan acted sometimes was anything but normal, just take the Old town Charleston Jail, the way he snapped in that video, well lets just say there was more to that than what was recorded.

“Haha, very funny, do you see that, do you see me laughing? No so stop making yourself look like a fool.” 

But hey, I guess they both have their own mysteries that they keep from each other.

“Alright alright, let’s just get to filming” Shane said “ The sun is already setting so we can start this in a few minutes”

“Don’t remind me” Said Ryan

The camera crew was still setting up the thermal cam and the static cam, and the spirit box was having some difficulty with the batteries, so they couldn’t go in just yet anyway. 

“What was that?!” yelled Chantel she had gone with the bois because she had always been interested in the supernatural, at first Ryan and Shane were hesitant to have her go with them, because as everyone knows a steakout watching dark hallways for hours on end is incredibly dangerous. But after a bit of consideration they decided to let her tag along.

“What? What happened?” asked one of the crew members

“I thought I saw a man in a t-shirt walk by the window” She said visibly shaken

“Maybe it was the janitor.” Another crew member said

“What did it look like?” Ryan asked, he thought for a moment that it might have been a ghost considering the fact that the tour guide had told them no one was supposed to be in the building while they were in there, but after quick consideration he shook his head and thought it away. I mean he has to keep a straight head to be able to go into this building.

“Okay, now that that’s over with,” Said the crewman coming out of the building walking towards Shane and Ryan “You guys are all set to go in!”

“Mmmmm” groaned Ryan

“Hey, it’ll be alright” said Shane “We’ll all be in there with you bud, if we see something then we’ll all be there to tackle it for you! And don’t worry I’m taller, they’ll probably attack me first!”

“Is that a tall joke?”

“Yup!”

“Okay, let’s just go in, I can’t handle one more minute of this”

So in they went, what stood waiting for them in the shadows of this building was to be determined thats what they were there for after all, to hunt ghosts, right?

[nothingbutimagines]

Ghostbusters (Peter Parker)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reckless!Reader

Warning: Cursing, ghosts and stuff

Summary: Y/n prides herself in being a ghost hunter and Peter is pretty sure ghosts aren’t real. One day while the city is quiet and Peter doesn’t have to fight crime, Y/n decides that she and Peter need to hunt some ghosts.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is just a funny little fic I thought up while watching Buzzfeed Unsolved. Those guys crack me up and I thought what Peter would be like while ghost hunting. 

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“Peter... Peter... Peter!” Y/n spoke softly, shaking Peter’s sleeping body wildly as she pushed him off his desk.

Peter’s eyes opened slowly as he jerked away from his best friend. He leaned back in his seat, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and examined his friend. 

“What is that?” he asked, pointing to Y/n’s head.

Y/n stood before him, her arms crossed over her chest as she shivered in the cool room. She had on the hoodie Peter had been looking for for months, ripped jeans, a beanie and boots, not too different from her normal attire, but the thing that Peter questioned was the small camera Y/n had strapped to her beanie.

“It’s my ghost hunting camera.” Y/n stated in a matter-of-fact tone. 

“And why do you have that?” Peter asked, hoping she wouldn’t say it. 

“Cause you and me, Petey, we’re going ghost hunting.” Y/n grinned. 

“And she said it.” Peter muttered to himself before rising from his seat. “Bug, how many times do I have to tell you? Ghosts are not real. They aren’t scientifically possible.”

“Um, yes they are. And they are scientifically possible. Paranormal science exists for a reason, you know.” 

“Just because you saw paranormal science in a Ghostbusters movie does not mean it is a real thing.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”

Y/n squinted at the boy. “I don’t believe you.”

“The Mandela Effect you keep talking about isn’t real, either.”

Y/n gasped dramatically and put a hand to her chest. “Don’t you dare use the Mandela Effect’s name in vain! And if you can be bitten by a radioactive spider, as stupid as it sounds, then all I believe in can be real. Now, get dressed. We’re going out.”

Peter steadied the flashlight in his hand. He would never tell Y/n, but he was quite scared of being in the dark open spaces of the abandoned hospital she had taken him to. 

“Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs?” Y/n asked, wiggling her brows as Peter shined his flashlight on her. 

“What do you mean?” Peter gave her a look. 

“Don’t you feel the ghosts? The crazy energy of this place?”

“The only thing I’m feeling is stupidity for following you here.”

“Oh, come on, Petey. Lighten up! This is fun!” Y/n skipped down the dark hall, her beam of light being the only thing that Peter could see until he couldn’t see it much longer.

He felt panic swell up in his chest as he sprinted down the hall to where he had last seen Y/n. It was when he was panting and sick to his stomach that he felt a hand creep up his shoulder. He screamed loudly and jumped as a laugh emerged from behind him.

“Oh...my...god! I got you so good!” Y/n said in between laughs. “I think I might pee myself! Ah!”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, bug. You’re hilarious.” Peter replied sarcastically, clutching his chest as he tried to get his heartbeat to slow.

“I am very hilarious, thank you.” Y/n smiled as she wiped joyful tears from her eyes. “Now let’s get serious.”

“Like you’re ever seri-”

“Shut it, bug boy! It’s time to be serious.” Y/n cut Peter off, positioning the flashlight so that the light was illuminating her face in a dramatic way. “Now, a little run down of the history of this place. It was build in the 1900s, started out as a normal hospital, then became a sanitarium in the 1920s. They were so cruel as a sanitarium people believe there are angry spirits still haunting the east wing that had the shock therapy. Then, in the 1960s, it was shut down after a homicidal patient killed two nurses and a doctor in room 209.”

“And?” 

“We’re gonna go there. I wanna get spooked, duh.”

“I don’t know if we should go up there, bug.”

“Why? Are you scared, Peter?” Y/n mocked like a child, throwing her arm around Peter’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you, Spider-boy.”

‘I’m not scared. I just don’t trust the structure of this building.”

“Nope, you’re totally scared.”

“I am not scared.”

“Then prove it.” Y/n said, removing her arm from around Peter. “Race ya to room 209!”

Y/n began to take off, sprinting up the stairs as Peter gasped dramatically. 

“Wait for me!” Peter yelled, running after the laughing girl.

Y/n stood as still as a statue in the hall, the beam of light illuminating from her flashlight shook as Peter slowed down and walked towards her. 

Y/n’s flashlight was following the wheelchair that sat in the middle of the hallway, a wheelchair that had not stayed stagnant, but rolled back and forth the width of the hallway slowly, as if someone in it didn’t know how to use it. 

“Haha, very funny, bug. Where’s the fishing line or the person controlling the chair?” Peter stated sarcastically as he walked past Y/n.

“No...no! Peter, don’t!” Y/n stammered, her face as white as a ghost. 

“Don’t what? Touch the wheelchair?” Peter asked, walking toward the chair before it wheeled backwards and bumped into him before skittering down the hallway as Y/n let out a shriek. 

“I wasn’t doing that, Peter! Holy shit! I wasn’t doing that and we’re the only people in here!” Y/n cried, tears rimming her e/c eyes as Peter walked towards her with a nervous chuckle. 

“What are you talking about, bug? That was obviously remote controlled or something. You were just trying to scare me, right?”

“I-I was at first, but that wasn’t a prank I was pulling on you. It was a ghost! A motherfucking ghost!” Y/n cried as Peter turned as white as a sheet.

“What? That wasn’t you?” Y/n shook her head. 

“Fuck this! Ghostbusting is the worst! I’m pretty sure I pissed myself. The ghostbusters make this seem so easy.” Y/n rambled as Peter approached her, laughing loudly. “What? Why are you laughing?”

“Because- because I got you so good! Oh my god, bug, that was just a remote control!” Peter cried between laughs. “Come here, look.” 

Peter pulled out a remote controller from his pocket and flipped a switch on it and moved the joystick as the wheelchair came zooming down the hallway. He made it do a few turns before Y/n finally got herself to calm down.

“You are the absolute worst, Peter Parker.” Y/n said as she began to calm down. “But, I really think we should go.”

“What? Why?”

“Cause I really did piss myself...” Y/n stated softly, a blush rising to her cheeks. 

Peter chuckled. “Oh god, bug, seriously?” Y/n nodded. “Okay, let’s go back home, but you are going to sit on your jacket in the car cause you and I know both know May would be made if the car smelled like pee.”

“Well, I hope you know that this is your jacket.” Y/n giggled as she began to walk away, cursing herself with every step while Peter followed with a groan. 

They reached the entrance to the building faster than Y/n had expected when they hear a groan from up the stairs. 

“Did you hear that?” Y/n asked, looking over at Peter. 

“It was probably nothing, we should go.”

“No, I wanna know what that was.” Y/n argued before turning towards the staircase. “Hello?!” 

Her voice echoed for a moment before the two hear an ear piercing scream and they scrambled out the doors. 

Two of Peter’s jackets still smell.

[quonit-aceattorney]

2-4 Bad Ending

Rules:

Q = Me, Quonit.

BF = Bardic Feline, the friend that made me spend 30 dollars on the game and whom I am messaging

I don’t use those when I send the messages close enough my username doesn’t appear.

Any typos (unless they are funny and part of the conversation) will be fixed.

x Note x

I watched this after i finished the original trilogy. Not after playing 2-4.

Index

Q: My brother sent me a video of the 2-4 bad ending and i decided i needed to record it and I remembered there is a person i spam ace attorney stuff to Q: I am really happy i figured out the blackmail. looks like that is what causes the bad ending

nothing has happened yet

and this is terrible

this is terrible so far and still nothing has happened

dammit

this is terrible Q: ya it sounds like a bad hobby, not exactly terrible though

the video he sent is trying to show me a bunch of different paths of the bad ending so

okay sure they were watching so?

that seems to be shelly's reaction to all of it

i feel to terrible to phoenix

maan

phoenix im sorry!

FUCK

HE'S NOT GUILTY

THIS IS THE WORST Q: MATT DIDN'T FUCK OFF

noooo

:(

maya....

NOT ADRIAN!!!

THIS IS AWEFUL

I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS

that was awufyl

i cant even spell it right

im so upset Q: 2-4 is now terrible

that was so

just

i am so happy i didn’t get that ending

i might've cried

EVERYBODY WAS KINDA DEPENDING ON PHOENIX TO BRING A MIRICAL

AND THEN BOOM NOPE NOW EVERYBODY IS JUST KINDA

UNCOMFORTABLE, THEN EVERYBODY SUFFERS

HORRIBLY

MATT GETS TO CONTINUE LIVING FREELY, WHICH IS SHIT

ADRIAN

IM SO UPSET I CANT EVEN SAY IT THAT WAS TERRIBLE

Q: :(

good ending yes

i need to watch the part about that

or draw a picture

i was so tired when i started yelling how everybody was in the family hahaha

now it is just a thing now: one big huge family

BF: if it makes you feel any better, the Bad ending of 2-4 is most famous for one incredibly unfortunate typo hahah

Q: sadly the typo was not in the video haha

I'll go look up a video with the typo

BF: Booooooo

the very very last line in the original English port (and lol I feel you, but it IS called the Bad Ending for a reason) is simply:

"The Miracle Never Happen"

Q: HAHAHA

it never happen

BF: I AM SERIOUSLY DISAPPOINTED TO HEAR THEY FIXED THAT FOR THE HD VERSIONS hahah

Q: well the thing it my brother sent it to me and the sprites weren't HD but it didn't have the typo

BF: the typo is one of the running gags in the fandom

weird...I dunno then

BF: if it was a shot of the original game, it shoulda been there.

it fixed in my version

BF: so I don't know what to tell you.

Q: hmmm

eh i forgot

BF: a mystery

Q: TRYING TO MAKE LIGHT OF THIS AWFUL THING

BF: hahah it's the Bad End, not the not the one that actually happens in canon

Q: woooo

BF: Otherwise Game 3 would be weird.

Q: I wonder how much fanfic there is for alt game 3 where bad end is canon

this franchise always gets bigger so im just going to assume there might be a bunch

BF: Not that I've looked seriously, but I honestly can't say I've seen much for the Miracle Never Happen ending

Q: huh! weird

so i can finally start shrinking my expectations for this again

"oh ya the original trilogy nice IT'S ALSO ONGOING AND HAS A BUNCH OF GAMES TO IT A FUCKING ANIME AND-" seriously i only expected that first bit and even then iw as a little shocked

BF: Only finished one that isn't buried on the kinkmeme somewhere that I know of is a weird short dark thing where Matt gets haunted to death by Juan

Q: i misread that at first and thought of the fazbear comic zarla did

BF: lol no not that one. and you know that can't be post 2-4 because Juan is alive in it. XD

Q: ohhh

i was very happy in 3-5 discovering that everybody can be a ghost wooo

BF: hahah yeah

theoretically Maya should be able to eventually learn how to channel any dead person

Q: ooonnnne dayyyyy

you said that like maya isn't appearing in the next games wtf

hopefully the new cast will be good enough i won't miss the old one too much

BF: ...I'm NOT sure what I said that indicated that, but might as well let you know now so you don't get too disappointed haha; No, Maya isn't in game 4. there's a side detail when you are investigating around that indicates, without naming her, that she's still out there and still in contact, but she never gets mentioned by name and never shows up.

They REALLY REALLY wanted to clear the decks for a new cast in this one, so almost no one from the original trilogy makes an appearance.

Q: ohhh

i'll keep my expectations low

BF: just try to keep an open mind hahah

Q: i figured it out because you said that "theoretically she should be able to in the future" and the fourth one takes place 8 years in the future, so by that point we should get an answer for that question... and we apparently dont.

NO CHARACTERS FROM OLD GAME maybe like 2 BUT NONE OKAY

BF: And also remember that there IS two other games after 4

Q: true...

and spin off games...

BF: yep. there's a really odd spinoff title that's a crossover with the Professor Layton series, and Maya is in that one.

hahah look I'm not going to spoil it for you, but you can be assured that Maya is WAY WAY WAY too popular for them to get rid of her forever.

Q: i also need to figure out who that guy is now apparently!

Maaayaaaa. OF COURSE.

BF: she's arguably the most loved of the assistant characters.

Q: more than franz? whaaaat

that part was great haha. otherwise: I wonder who the other assistant characters are and who will be my favorites :0

BF: but the assistant character who DOES debut in Game 4 is amazing and I love her.

Q: WHEN I HAVE MONEY AGAIN ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS I WANT TO GET IS GAME FOUR

WITHOUT MORE ACE ATTORNEY I CAN'T SPAM YOU!!!

BF: hahah well Ema you've already met (though she doesn't play the assistant role in 4), there's the girl from the Edgeworth spinoffs who I absolutely adore (she reminds Zarla of Hunter)

Q: oooo

i need to sleep but i wanna ask you more questions (that hopefully won't get me spoiled) tomorrow

BF: hahah okay!

I'm trying to decide how much to tell hahah

ah well. gniiiight!