Resurrection

Every single creature on earth has an irrational fear of the dark, thing is it's not irrational. In the real world the darkness is veil between the real world, and the world of nightmares. What lies in the dark, dwelling in the shadows are beyond the knowledge of fear.

Dean pulled the Impala into the motels parking lot closing the car door behind him. Sam had fallen asleep somewhere two hundred miles back. Dean left him there and headed over to reception to get the key.

The bell rang at the door as Dean pushed it open; a woman appeared from the side-door behind the counter. Dean being Dean checked her out immediately, she had long brunette hair that went down to her shoulders, sparkling blue eyes and lips that Dean could not take his eyes off.

"Hello sir how may I help you?" She took the check in book from behind her that was in a shelf and placed it on her side of the desk.

Dean snapped out of his trance and replied "I'd like to book a room for a couple of nights for me and my brother. Two queens"

The woman flipped through her guest log and found a free room. "Ok then, I jut need some identification and where all set."

Dean pulled out his wallet and pulled out his new fake drivers licence since the last one had to be gotten rid of due to unexpected events with the Banshee in Indiana. He pushed the licence towards her who carefully studied it then inserted the information into the book.

"Ok, Mr Ackles where all set heres your room key, hope you and your brother have a pleasant stay." She passed him room nineteens key.

"Thanks." Dean swiped up the key and headed back the Impala. "Sleeping beauty it's time to wake up." Dean nudged Sam who slowly opened his eyes, pushing Dean away.

"Jerk!" Sam grabbed his laptop from the back seat of the Impala and dragged himself out of the car, exhausted he grabbed the key off Dean who didn't react at all to his grumpiness and opened the door to room nineteen. As son as Sam opened the door he immediately flung himself onto a bed, leaving Dean to lug the baggage from car.

Dean chucked the duffle bags onto the nearby floor and shut the door behind him, pulling the chain across then locking it. "Are you feeling ok Sam? You don't seem yourself lately." Dean sat at the edge of the bed that Sam had collapsed onto.

"Yeah just peachy." Grumbled Sam into the pillow. "I've just been having bad dreams lately." Sam flipped on the bed and sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Visions? Or just nightmares?" Dean looked at Sam concerned.

"Nah just really bad dreams, nothing to get concerned about. Ever since yellow eyes died they stoped and they haven't resurfaced so stop worrying Dean." Sam got up and sat down at the nearby table puling out his laptop.

Dean got off the bed and sat next to him. "We still have no-idea what were facing, no spirit I've come across has ripped out someone's heart, and no werewolf would cause someone to die from blood coming out of the eyes and mouths. It just doesn't make sense."

"Dean there's been another death." Sam turned around the laptop to show a picture of a young nurse. This only happened this morning…well that takes the werewolf theory out of place," Sam sighed. "She apparently got stabbed in the stomach; no one knows by what, she was the only nurse in the hospitals pedriact ward."

"Was there any witnesses?" Dean exclaimed.

"Not to the actual death but apparently some kid named Joshua was the one that sounded the alarm, but by the time help arrived she was already dead." Sam closed the laptop.

"We should go have a talk to Joshua; maybe he might be able to tell us something."

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Sam and Dean walked up to the hospitals administration desk in there suits, Sam pulling out his fake FBI badge showing it to the woman at the counter. "Hello I'm here about the murder this morning, I heard there was witness, Joshua? Do you know where I could find him?" Sam let her look at the badge and then put it back into his front pocket.

She typed something onto the computer and clicked a few times. "Joshua Hendricks, he came in yesterday with a broken leg." She clicked a few more times and pushed enter. "He was moved onto the sixth floor, he's having his operation in an hour or so" She looked back at Sam. "Is there anything else I could help you with?"

"No thank you, thanks for your time." Sam nodded and he and Dean walked towards the elevator.

After reaching the sixth floor Sam and Dean searched the rooms for Joshua until finally finding him, his mother sitting next to him. Dean knocked on the glass door, the mother turning around from her son to open the door.

"Yes can I help you?" The mother leaned against the doorway crossing her arms.

Sam flashed his ID to her "Hi I'm Sam and this is Dean. We are inquiring about the death of the nurse that took place this morning, we were hoping Joshua could give us some incite to what happened?"

"I'm Martha, I can give you a minute to talk to him but he has to go have his operation in an hour, so you probably only have five minutes." Martha moved aside to let Sam and Dean in.

Sam went over to the bed while Dean started to chat up Martha. "Hey, mine names Sam; I'm here to ask a few questions about this morning." Sam pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed. "So you were the one that found her right?"

Joshua moved awkwardly in his bed. "Yeah…I found her on the floor."

"Were there any strange noise? Flickering light before this happened?" Sam pretended to take notes in a notebook which he had pulled out of his trouser pocket.

"I don't know….I only just woke up when I heard someone out in the corridor, by the time I got out the door I saw her collapse onto the ground." Joshua fidgeted a little more awkwardly in the hospital bed.

"Are you ok? You seem a little distracted?" Sam put the notebook down on the chair.

"Yeah I guess...Just something she said before I went to hit the alarm…" Joshua stared towards his mother who Dean was still chatting up.

Sam leaned forward towards the teenager. "What did she say?"

"She said….I thought she said pirate." Joshua avoided Sam's gaze. "It's stupid I know, but I swear that's what she said." Joshua lay back burying the back of his head deep into the pillow.

"Thank you. Sam pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Josh. If you remember anything else call this number, no matter how crazy it sounds where here to listen." Sam wrote down his number on a bit of paper.

Josh took the piece of paper from Sam and put it in the drawer next to the bed. "There is one thing….before I got up I was dreaming about pirates, maybe I just imagined her saying that."

"I'm sure your right, you were probably just so shocked from what you saw you where hearing things." That tiny bit of information now had Sam on edge. He had now a pretty good idea at what they were dealing with. And that it wasn't going to stop until it had found the right person, the wrath of the Mara was beckoning.

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"I'm going out! I'll be back soon." Mitchell Blake said to his wife and daughter as he left the house. Mitchell was the typical dad; he had a wife and daughter he cared for more than anything in the world. But lately, his daughter had changed. She had stopped talking to all her friends at school, hardly talked to him and his wife anymore. She would just go to school, come home and head into the forest behind our house and not come back until tea time then she would go to bed. Mitchell and his wife Mary had been discussing if there might be something wrong with their daughter. In the past few weeks she seemed distant from the world, as if she was living in another reality, another universe. The other morning Mitchell decided to follow his daughter into the forest to see what she had been doing for the past few weeks. He had followed her into the deepest part of the woods; she sat down on a rotten old tree trunk and started having a conversation with then air. This worried Mitchell deeply. When Mitchell had confronted his daughter asking what she had been doing in the forest, she got angry...angrier then he had ever seen his daughter before. She talked about how her new friends don't like him, and to stop asking questions. Otherwise they'll have to deal with him. This scared Mitchell, the way she had spoken those words frightened him deep down. The next few days to come would change his family's life forever. The Chosen one had been found. And no one could stop the creatures....no one.....

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Tyler tucked his son into bed; it had been a very sad day for both of them....his wife had died of a brain aneurism early this morning. She had been diagnosed six months ago, she was only supposed to live for three months, but she was a fighter. She gave the best six months of her life to her son Hayden. After Tyler said his goodnight, he left the room and turned out the lights.

Hayden always loved Space, when he grew up he wanted to become an astronaut and explore the Universe. Discover new creatures, new planets. He had watched every single movie that involved the concept of aliens. From 'Alien' to 'ET.' So closing his eyes, he dreamt of the stars and the creatures with them.

Tyler hopped into his bed, he turned to face his wife, but no one was there. He missed her already...he placed the pillow in his face and cried. Thud! Something heavy had fallen onto the floor. Tyler turned on the lamp that was next to his bed. It was just his wife's book she had been reading before her untimely death. 'The Stand' by Stephen King. He turned off the lamp and lay back into his bed. Thud! Tyler went to turn on the lamp, but it wasn't there. Thud! What was going on? Thud! Someone or something was in the room with him. Thud! And it was getting closer. Something wet fell onto his shoulder; Tyler touched it with his shaking hand, it felt slimy and sticky. He looked up...a giant figure was on the roof, the creature had no eyes just a long face. A sharp dagger like tail behind it moving as if it was taunting him. If he wasn't emotional from his wife's death, and it wasn't right before his eyes, he would have thought it looked exactly like the creature from 'Alien'. He ran towards the door, but didn't make it, the creature plunged its tail into his chest tearing upwards blood spurting all over the room until his body lay lifeless. The Alien pulled its tail from out of the motionless body and vanished, as if it was never there.