Chrysalane
Sam stood alone at the motel looking up the strange ring of murders that his father had sent him through email. The murders occurred randomly among many different ages of women, scattered through out the years.
With each passing minute he got more and more frustrated for what he was searching for. Why did dad send this? Why did he send us here of all places? What the hell am I suppose to be looking for? He obviously knows something is up so why doesn't he just give us the information he knows then waist time? Jill's questions had obviously gotten to him.
There was nothing special about these deaths, nothing indicating any kind of supernatural occurrences.
"Maybe I over looked something." he spoke out loud. He grabbed at the articles his father sent him and began rereading the statements and facts that family and friends had stated about the deceased. In the middle of reading a statement the silence in the room was broken by a hard bang at the door, followed by Dean's voice.
"Sam, let us in I forgot the key." Sam walked over to the door to see Dean barge in holding Jill's hand.
"What's wrong?"
"Ask her." Sam looked over at Jill who was still on edge after her last 'vision'.
"Well is someone going to tell me what's going on or what?"
"She almost killed me for one, she froze up again behind the wheel."
"Jill you need to tell us what's going on." Sam sounded concerned.
"I don't know, I think I'm really going crazy."
"Well let's start at that dream you had last night." Dean insisted.
"My friends and I were acting childish and they disappeared. Then I saw a flash and my house was on fire and I could here my brother screaming inside, another flash and the house was fine and my brother was standing in front of it To get to the point he... he disappeared and something was standing in the middle of the street... the same thing that I saw this morning when I froze up, but this time it was face to face. Then when I was driving I saw it in the middle of the street and that's when the car swerved... you were gone Dean..."
"What did it look like?" Sam asked.
"Everything was a blur, I couldn't make out its face, but its eye's... they were gold."
"Gold?" Sam rushed over to the piles of paper on the table and quickly skimmed through them. "How'd I miss that?" He hit himself on his forehead. "Dean come here." Dean walked over to the table beside Sam and read what Sam had pointed out on each death article. Someone in each article mentioned their friend or family member mentioning golden eyes that the deceased had seen in their sleep, then several days later died in their beds. Each one was only a few words that Sam must have skipped over when skimming through it.
"I'm tired guys. Imma take a nap."
"I don't think that's a good-"
"Dean I didn't get the best nights sleep last night and I got a headache."
"Let her Sam whispered, she's going to need to catch what ever sleep she can if this gets any worse."
"I'll wake you up in an hour."
"Okay."
After Jill fell a sleep Dean and Sam began looking up what they might be dealing with.
"Dean I got something," Dean slid his chair closer to Sam to get a good look. "This thing we're dealing with, its called a Chrysalane also known as a dream stalker. Dad must have done years of research to put these deaths together."
"Get to the point."
"When Jill sleeps she dreams right?"
"Yea, but what about when she's awake?"
"You know Jill, she's a day dreamer. Every time her mind wonders about things that's not happening it's considered day dreaming. According to this the Chysalane haunts mainly those with nightmares, apparently it thinks it's helping by putting an end to your dreams. For the past three years Jill has had nightmares about her brother making her completely volnurable to dream stalkers"
"So we're dealing with some real life Freddy Krueger shit."
"Kind of, at least we know where Freddy came from but this... we don't know its origin or when this spirit started."
"But that doesn't explain why dad sent us here."
"Yeah I know and I looked that up to. All the deaths occurred in different states and places right?"
"Yeah."
"Well it turns out that all of these people were born and raised here. Dad must have known about Jill's nightmares. He brought her back here knowing that it might go after her."
"He used her as bait."
"Yeah." Dean stood quite for a brief moment How could he do that? Use Jill like this? He knew his father would do anything to take down a ghost but to use someone like this knowing full well that the worst could happen was the lowest thing he could do.
"How do we stop it."
"We cant, only she can."
"What do you mean we cant?"
"It's in her dreams Dean. Only she can try to stop it."
"That's not good enough. We can keep her up or something."
"We cant keep her up for the rest of her life. Eventually her body will tire and shut down. She's going to need to sleep no matter what we do to stop her."
Dean began pacing back and forth, glancing over at Jill who had started moving in her sleep. "What if one of us can get into her dream?"
"That's impossible."
"Not probable but possible."
"How would we do that?"
"You."
"Me?"
"Use your shining. You can connect us some how."
"Dean I can't just-"
"What good is that damn thing if you don't use it! She needs us Sam."
"I don't know how-"
"Figure it out!"
"How am I suppose to do that?"
"That's why it's called figuring it out!" Deans yelling got Sam nervous. He quickly raced through his thoughts for a solution. What ever it was that had to be done had to be done fast. Jill was strong but not even she could hold out on sleep for that long.
"Missouri."
"What?"
"Missouri. She can help me with my... my gift."
"I hate her."
"Dean she's our only hope."
"Yeah Sammie I know."
