Death

Room 213 Loving Arms Motel!

 

    A sultry dark haired woman stood in the Door of room 213. Jack Stanton was a happily married and he'd never even contemplated the thought of cheating on his wife, yet he let the women in.

 

   "I usually don't…" Jack began, backing away from her. "I can't. I have a..."

 

    "Wife." The women whispered, taking a step towards him. "Many do."

 

    Jack turned to protest, but stopped as the strange women began to sing. Her angelic voice filled the room. It was as if she was calling him to her. Jack stepped forward ensnared by her tempting song. The women rapped her hands around his neck and kissed him deeply. Electricity shot through Jack's body as his chest burned with pain. Jack struggled to free himself from her grip, but she was too strong. His lungs were on fire and smoke poured out of his ears as the women finally released him. Jack fell to the floor never to take another breath.

 

    "Thanks Jack!' The women drawled, blowing smoke out her nose. "That's just what I needed."

 

 

Later

 

    Sam was just about to fall asleep when the sound of police sirens woke him. Sam flicked open his eyes to see the flashing lights of the ambulance parked outside the motel. Something was up. He could hear two cops talking just outside his car.

 

    "The neighboring room said they saw a women enter his room and never come out." one officer was saying.

 

    "That's not all" the other officer continued. "The guy's lungs are completely disintegrated. What could do that?"

 

    Sam wasn't sure what was happening, but he knew he had to get Dean. Sam exited the car and gave an acknowledging nod to the two officers before heading to his room. Sam pounded on Dean's door, but there was no answer.

 

   "Dean!" Sam yelled again, but still no answer. "Dean!" The door finally swung open to reveal a very grumpy Dean.

 

    "It's 3 in the morning." Dean grumbled as Sam stepped inside.

 

    "Get dressed!" Sam ordered observing all Dean was wearing were his green plaid boxers. "I think something's happened."

 

    Room 213 was crawling with cops when Sam and Dean arrived.

 

    "Excuse me, were do you think you two boys are going?" a portly officer questioned them at the door.

 

    "Ummmm… I'm agent Summers and this is agent Harris" Dean lied "We're form the F.B.I. we've been sent here to investigate the strange deaths that have occurred lately!" He finished flashing a fake id. The officer wasn't buying their story. He gave then both a suspicious looks and stepped aside.

 

   "So, any ideas?" Sam questioned, bending over the body. Dean remained silent as he thumbed through his Dad's journal. Then suddenly he stopped.

 

    "Look!" Dean stated, pointing to a picture of three women standing on a rock.

 

    "Sirens?" Sam questioned confused.

 

    "Yeah, don't you see? Strange women they've never met. Dead men!" Dean exclaimed.

 

    "Dean are you sure?" Sam doubted Dean's lead. He'd been known to jump to conclusion.

 

    "Of course I'm sure! Have I ever steered you wrong before?" Dean retorted "Don't answer that. Let's just go."