TEASERS

DUE TO ASH WEDNESDAY AND THE STARTING OF LENT,

I DECIDED TO GIVE UP WRITING STORIES DURING THAT TIME.

I WILL TRY TO FINISH THE KUBUKI JOE STORY (THANKS TO ALL WHO HAVE READ AND REVIEWED IT SO FAR BY THE WAY!)

BEFORE I LENT HAPPENS, I WANT TO GIVE YOU ALL A PREVIEW TO THREE STORIES THAT I AM THINKING ABOUT WRITING.

I'LL LET YOU, THE READER; DECIDE WHICH ON TO WORK ON WHEN I GET BACK!

DARK RESURRECTION

OR

RESURRECTION INTO DARKNESS

RATED M

GENRE: HORROR AND ANGST

Dean and Sam laid waiting for the demon in the baby's nursery, Dean's baby girl.

"Are you sure Old Yellow Eyes is coming for her?" He asked his brother who crouching next to him.

"Yeah, Dean," Sam sighed in reply, "I saw him attacking Cassie, just like he did Mom in my nursery."

"You saw him?" Dean asked incredulously, "Are you absolutely sure it was Yellow Eyes?"

"Yes, Dean!" Sam rolled his eyes in irritation.

"How can that be?" Dean asked no one in particular. "I mean I killed him with the Colt, right?"

Sam just shrugged his shoulders.

"You saw his eyes," Dean continued rambling. "Did you see his face? I mean it would be good to know who he is possessing now."

Sam remained silent.

"I still don't understand why he's after Cassie and my…." He couldn't believe that he had fathered a child during his time with her over two years ago. He still couldn't believe that Cassie had never told him.

"Just like Cassie," he mused to himself."

He cleared his throat before continuing, "I know she's my kid, and all. I mean look at her eyes!"

Sam didn't utter a sound.

So, Dean went along with his one sided conversation.

"If you hadn't had told me about what you saw in your dream, which is freaky in itself since you stopped have vision when we plugged Yellow Eyes…"

Dean slowly looked at his brother, whose eyes were focusing intently on the baby's crib.

"Sammy?" Dean swallowed hard as his brother turned toward him, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin.

What the Hell!" He screamed as he looked into his brother's eyes, only to see two yellow orbs staring back at him.

"Ah, Dean," Sam said getting up from his position, "it's so great to be back!"

"How?" was the only word that Dean could utter.

"How could I have survived after you put that nasty bullet in me?" Sam finished the question for him.

Dean just stared at him and nodded.

"Let's just say, I always come prepared."

Dean frowned at that thought.

"You had your chance," Sam shrugged, "and with you going to Hell soon, there will be no one to watch over all of your children…"

Dean's eyes opened wide at the mention of children, his children?

"Yes, your children," Sam nodded. "You did like to live it up after all. You didn't think there would be little Deans and Deanettes growing up without their Daddy. Tsk!Tsk! Tsk!"

Sam then held up his hands causing the crib to slide over to him.

He pulled out a knife with his right hand, and began slitting his right fore arm with it.

He, then, leaned over the crib where the child was sleeping, allowing drops of blood to descend on her lips.

"What are you doing to here?" Dean gasped at what he was witnessing.

"Bringing her in to the fold," Sam smiled down at the sleeping tyke."

SO, WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT IT SO FAR?

FORGET ME NOT

RATED T

GENRE: FAMILY ANGST

"Oh, great," Dean rolled his eyes as he looked intently out of the café's window.

"What?" Sam asked as his eyes followed his brother's line of sight.

Out there a middle aged woman was caressing Dean's "Baby".

No one did that except him.

The strange woman kept looking inside the car, and then around as if she were waiting for some one or something.

They quickly paid for the lunch, and headed towards the Impala, where the woman was still examining it.

"Excuse me," Dean cleared his throat, "do you mind telling me what you're doing with my car?"

The woman looked up at him. There was something familiar about her, he just couldn't put his finger on it.

"Your car?" She snapped at him, "this is my brother's car!"

"Whoa, lady!" Dean said putting his hands up.

"First of all this is my car," he said possessively, "and second, do you mind getting your hands off of it?"

"Dean!" Sam chided him.

"What, Sammy?" Dean snapped back.

Sam looked down at the woman who was still caressing Dean's car.

"Hey, what's your name?" He asked politely.

"Jenny," she smiled up at him. "Miss Jenny Martin."

That smile! Where had he seen that smile before?

"Hello, Jenny," he smiled back, "my name is Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean."

"Hello, Sam." She said shaking his hand, "you may call me Jenny."

Looking over at Dean, she said with a scowl on her face, "you may call me Miss Martin."

Before Dean could say anything, another woman's voice called out.

"Jenny, what are you doing?"

Dean and Sam turned toward the voice to see an older version of the woman before them.

"Janine!" Jenny yelled as she ran to the other woman. "It's Johnny's car! He's come back!"

"Did she just say 'Johnny'?" The brothers asked in unison.

"And what makes you think it's Johnny's car this time?" Janine asked as Jenny grabbed her hand, and started pulling her to the Impala.

Dean had opened the driver side's door when he heard Jenny yelling.

"What do you think your doing with my brother's car?"

"Jenny?" Sam cocked his head a little.

Jenny jumped back a little.

"How do you know my name?" She asked in surprise.

"Because you told us," Dean exclaimed.

Jenny looked at the two brothers cautiously.

"And who are you?"

SO, WHAT DO YOU THINK?

SISTER

RATED T (PERHAPS M)

GENRE: FAMILY ANGST

"Dean, they're not called insane asylum anymore," Sam tried to explain to his brother.

Dean looked around the front entrance.

"You say this is where they keep the mentally ill at?" Dean asked as he noticed a couple of middle age women playing with dolls.

"Yes, but…"

"See, an insane asylum."

"Oh, we don't call them that any longer," a woman said behind them, causing both brothers to literally jump out of their skins.

"Give us a little more warning next time, will ya?" Dean frowned.

"I'm very sorry," she apologized.

She extended her hand to them.

"I'm Dr. Fitzpatrick," she introduced herself. "You can call me Shirley. And, you are?"

"I'm Detective Plant, this is my partner, Detective Page," Dean shook her hand.

"Please, to meet you, ma'am," Sam shook her hand next.

"Oh, please, call me Shirley," she smiled. "So, what brings you detectives here at our group home?"

"Group home?" Dean muttered to undre his breath as he felt Sam jabbed him with his elbow, "is that what they're calling it these days?"

Dr. Fitzpatrick looked at the two detectives.

Sam cleared his throat.

"We're here to investigate some deaths," he explained.

"Well, the police are already looking into it," she told them.

"Yeah, we know," Dean smiled, "we're from FBI."

"Do you think it's that serious?" She asked incredulously.

Before any of them could answer, the two women who had been playing dolls came up to them.

"What's your name?" One of them asked pointing at Dean.

"She wants to know your first name," the doctor whispered.

"Um, Dean," he replied.

"Dean Martin?" The other woman asked.

"We have all your records!" The first woman explained.

"May we, please, have your autograph?" They both asked in unison, holding both their hands opened.

"They think they're holding an autograph book," Dr. Fitzpatrick explained, "just pretend your signing them

Dean shrugged, and did just that.

The second woman looked up at Sam.

"What's your name?" She asked him.

Before Sam could open his mouth to answer, Dean said, "Sammy. His name is Sammy."

"Sammy Davis, Jr.?" They asked in unison.

Both of the women opened another page of their imaginary autograph books.

Sam pretended to signed them smiling at the two women, but frowned at Dean when he had finished.

While walking back to the area they had been, Dean and Sam heard them talk to one another.

"That Sammy Davis, Jr. is a lot taller in person," the first woman said.

"And a lot paler too," the second woman nodded.

"He must have that 'Micheal Jackson' skin disease," the first woman said while the second woman nodded her head in agreement.

Dean and Sam looked at one another, and shrugged.

"Do you mind if we see the recent crime scene?" Sam asked.

"But, of course," Dr. Fitzpatrick replied. "Please, follow me."

They followed her down a hallway, and were encounter by another patient.

"Oh, great," Dean groused.

"What's she doing her?" Sam sighed.

The woman walked up to Dean.

"Why haven't you called?" She asked impatiently.

"Bela, what are you doing here?" Dean asked in return.

"Who's she?" She asked pointing at Sam.

"What?" Sam yelped.

Before any one could do anything to stop her, she slapped Dean across the face.

Son of a..." He started to yell.

"Stella, that wasn't very nice!" Dr. Fitzpatrick scolded her. "Looks like some one here has been watching too much television."

She then looked back apologetically at Dean and Sam, and said, "do you mind waiting here while I tend to her?"

"No, prob, Doc," Dean replied rubbing his sore cheek while Sam only nodded.

After the two women were gone, Dean looked at Sam.

"What in the hell is she doing here?" Dean snarled his question.

Sam just shrugged his shoulder.

"Why is who here?" A familiar voice asked.

The brothers turned around, and were surprised to see Bela standing there."

Dean and Sam looked over at the direction that the doctor had taken the other woman, and then back at Bela.

"We didn't know you had a twin sister." Sam exclaimed.

"Is she here?" Bela looked down the hallway.

"Yeah, and she slaps pretty hard." Dean replied still rubbing his cheek.

"You're such a baby," she snapped.

"Bela, why is your twin sister here?" Sam asked.

"Look, she's not exactly my twin sister," Bela replied as she started walking down the hallway, leaving the brother speechless.

SO, HOW DOES THIS STORY GRAB YOU?

WELL, LET ME KNOW WHICH ONE I SHOULD WRITE FIRST.

I'LL TRY TO FINISH WITH THE KABUKI STORY BEFORE ASH WEDNESDAY!

CIAO FOR NOW!!!