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Jenny finished putting the laughing fisherman up in a tree by the HellHouse, tying a string to its own string and pulled it, then tied it to a lower branch. As soon as it laughed, Jenny bolted back to Sam and Dean, who were attempting to unlock the back door.
"Hurry up before the damn cops show up." Jenny waved her hand in a circle as Sam shushed her, fidgeting with the lock. The door clicked open, Dean handing Jenny a rifle as Sam picked his up, the three cautiously entering the house.
"You guys are sure that he won't go after me? Because ghosts are always after me and I really don't appreciate it." Jenny whispered as Dean nodded.
"We all read the page. You'll be okay." A moment of silence as Jenny turned on her flashlight. "So. You think Mordecai is home?" Dean asked, Jenny and Sam shrugged.
"Me either." Jenny flung her arm behind her, slamming the butt of her flashlight into Ed's eye. "Fuck! What the hell, man?!"
"You're lucky I didn't shoot you!" Jenny whisper-yelled, Sam and Dean lowering their guns. "What the bell are you guys doing here?!"
"Trying to get a book and movie deal." Ed answered, Jenny rolling her eyes in annoyance.
"Unbelievable." She mumbled, spinning back around as the sound of knives being sharpened out her back on alert.
"Oh shit." Ed whined, eyes wide. Harry turned on his camera, the two shuffling close to Jenny. She looked at them in disgust, walking over next to Dean.
"Ah... You guys wanna open that door for us?" Harry asked with a wavering smile. Jenny looked back at them, her disgust once again turning to annoyance.
"Why don't you?" Dean asked. Before anyone else could answer, Mordechai burst through the door with his axe, yelling. Ed and Harry screamed in horror as the hunting trio emptied their rifles out onto Mordechai. He held on for a moment before disappearing into a mist.
"Okay, what the fuck! The fuck! FUCK." Jenny yelled, looking down at her rifle and shook it. "It's not WORKING." She yelled angrily, shaking her head and laughed, turning to Ed and Harry. "You barnacles posted what we told you, right?"
Ed and Harry stayed quiet s Dean took the gun from Jenny. "Before you beat someone with it." He whispered, looking at Ed and Harry. "So you posted it?"
"Of course we did."
"But... then our server crashed." Jenny flailed her arms up in defeat. Sam and Dean sighed.
"So. These are useless." Sam gestured to his gun as Jenny nodded.
"Great. Any ideas, Sam?" Dean turned to his brother, who shook his head. "Jen?" Jenny mimicked the younger Winchester, running a hand through her hair.
"We're getting out of here. C'mon, Ed." Harry grabbed his friend before booking it down the hallway.
