"Mortis Vorator." Sam stated staring at the gentle glow of the laptop straddled on his thighs before flicking his brown eyes up to Dean and then glaring back down to his research.

"The evil dude from Harry Potter?" Dean questioned peeking over Sam's shoulder and giving him confused look, pulling his eyebrows together.

"That's Voldimort." Sam spat with a smirk and amused chuckle rumbling down in his chest.

"Don't say his name we have enough to deal with Sammy." Dean whispered with a serious look on his tanned face before a hoarse chuckle rose from his throat.

"Okay then, anyways it's a Mortis Vorator, it means eater of death in Latin. It's a nasty thing that figures out a person's worst fear and uses it against them."

"The names are really going downhill; I mean really who comes up with this stuff?"

"Ultimately it kills its victims."

"How does it use a person's fear to kill them?"

"They keep witnessing their worst fear happening over and over until it actually kills them in their mind. It pretty much stops their heart after they've already died to finish them off."

"This is why I, the macho man, does not fear." Dean teased pressing a finger to his chest and standing straight with a puffed out chest.

"Does not fear? What about when everything freaked you out, even a cat?"

"That was ghost sickness, Sammy, does not count."

"Dean do I have to remind you of that demon on the plane? I recall a lot of screaming like a girl, p.s. it was coming from you."

"Well…shut up Sam."

"What did I miss?" Elizabeth called swinging in the door with three cups of coffee cradled in her arms. Sam straightened up and grabbed one with mumbled thanks. Dean waltzed over to her and reached for the Styrofoam cup. "What? No this is mine."

"But, there are two."

"So, you have downed like five."

"Come on, just give me the coffee."

"Ummm, let me think…no." Elizabeth teased through a smile, twisting her torso to block the caffeinated drink. Dean reached around her grabbing her waist with one arm and grabbing for the coffee with his other. "You cheater."

"Please…" Dean pleaded with a pout before placing a soft kiss on lips. "It's not cheating just using my…assets."

"Fine, but first tell me about the job you guys were discussing."

"Discussing, you sound fancy." Dean chuckled hoarsely pressing his lips to hers again and glancing greedily at the coffee again. Elizabeth glared at him with her 'off the point' and 'what are you hiding' look. "Fine, a Mojo Voldamort."

"Mortis Volotar." Sam corrected from across the room not even breaking his pupils from the screen.

"That thing." Dean stated picking the coffee cup from her lessened grip.

"Oh, okay. How do we know?"

"Sammy!" Dean beckoned to his little brother signaling his turn to talk.

"We have three deaths. A husband started yelling in his sleep about how his wife was leaving and then…Well, two days later his neighbors heard his wife screaming about wolves before she passed away. It turns out that her parents were killed on a camping trip by a pack of wolves. The third was a 22 year old college student who started screaming and pulling into a box shape before hyperventilating. She had been locked in a chest when she was four and has had a fear of small closed in spaces since."

"So, it's definitely a Mortis Volotar?" Elizabeth questioned watching Sam's gentle nods and tensing lips. "I think I might be its next victim."