Chapter Five

Flopping down on the double bed, Dean sighed heavily. It was almost 2:30 in the morning, and he hadn't slept for the last two days. Looking over at Sammy on the identical bed, he envied him. Just moments ago they were in an intense argument, and now he was passed out on his stomach, snoring loudly. Dean was just too tired to sleep. He tried closing his eyes, but kept seeing bodies being eaten away. Now he wished they hadn't talked to that cop.

He stood, realizing that sleep was not forthcoming. Grabbing his laptop from his bag, he thought that maybe a little surfing the web would do the trick. Fifteen minutes later, and he was still wide awake. He logged off and tossed it onto the bed in frustration.

Dean walked back and forth around the room, practically wearing a path in the green carpet. Finally he decided to get some fresh air. When he opened the door, a tall man, only an inch taller than he was, stepped in front of him.

"Um, hello. May I help you?" Dean politely asked the man.

The man stood there, eyes closed and breathing heavily. Dean stared at him, then tried to push past him. An unusually strong arm reached out and grabbed Dean's. He groaned under the pressure. He tried pulling his back, but the man only gripped tighter.

"Hey man, what's your problem?" Anger had now invaded Dean's voice.

The man lifted his head and opened his eyes. Dean's reaction was to be expected.

"Jesus Christ, he looks like a god damn deadite!"

David flung Dean into the ice machine with a loud bang. He groaned loudly. David made a move to kick at Dean, but he dodged it. David smiled. Dean stood and shook his head. Touching the back of his head, he felt a little bit of blood.

"Okay, get ready to die!"

Dean grabbed at David, and without realizing it, flung him into the same ice machine. David's head bounced off just as Dean's did, but with much more drastic results. David's face contorted, then his eyes were no longer black. Dean walked into the hotel. Sammy stirred.

"What's going on?" A bit groggy and disoriented.

"You can go back to bed. It's nothing."

Sam laid back down on the bed and turned toward the window. He was asleep again in moments.

Dean picked David up and drug him into the bathroom and placed him in the tub. He closed the bathroom door and leaned against it. He had made a huge mistake. Dean knew damn well not to kill that man, but it was a reflex. He sat on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes. Yet, only seconds later, they opened. They were as black as a solar eclipse.