He lay in my bed as if he had died in his sleep. Morgue, the spirit in my house, no more than a smoke of blue dust, floated over the man's head.
'It won't be long now.' The spirit said.
'Shut up Morg! We have to save him.'
'Save him?' Morg snapped, his blue dust quivering over the man's forehead.
'He thought you were the ghost he was hunting.'
'He almost killed me!'
I played with my fingers through the man's hair. His face was so white and cold but I knew he must have looked very handsome if not under a spell. 'He can't kill you Morg, remember?' Morg saw himself most of the time as still human instead of a lost, transparent substance.
'So what? He can destroy me!'
'Well, he didn't, the ghost got to him instead and now he is the one who's hunted.'
'So we can dump his body right?'
'No, we can't dump his body!' Now I snapped. 'He is still alive as long as he fights it and I can help him.'
'What will you do?' The dust was floating around me now.
'I'll take the pain away and make him remember love.'
'Love? Love? You're such a tramp! You'd use any excuse to kiss him, yes yes...kiss him!' He flew over my head violently and then touched all the walls in the room.'Dean Winchester is known for his looks and bravery! You want tot taste him, touch him yes yes'
'Get out.' I said calmly. When he kept flying around without listening I raised my hand. The blue dust flew out of the bedroom, the doors closing behind him.
'Now' I touched Dean's face with the back of my hand. It felt chill and hard. 'What will I do with you?'