SMOKE

"Hello Mr. Winchester".

The words were cold and without any feeling as they left the lips of the shadow. They were the only two in the room. Mors and 'It'. Carefully Mors eyed down the thing that sat across from him, the thing that seemed to reek with evil and cover itself in absolute darkness.

"It's just Mors", he finally responded reaching into his pocket and taking out a pack of cigarettes. He wasn't afraid and never had been ever before in his life. Fear was something that had never manifested in Mors mindset.

The thing watched in weird fascination as Mors struggled to light a cigarette for a few seconds before moving it's hand slightly causing the tip of the cigarette to catch fire.

"I didn't need you're help", Mors grunted and hesitantly touched the cigarette to his lips. The thing smiled and with a slight chuckle it spoke, "Oh but you do." Before Mors could respond back the thing raised a hand and pointed a thin finger straight at the center of Mors' chest.

Instantly Mors dropped the cigarette and buckled over toppling out the wooden seat he sat in. Blood erupted from his mouth as he hit the floor hard. His chest was in such unimaginable pain, he could barely move as his eyes watched the thing get up and walk over to him.

"What.... did you do-", Mors said through throbbing pain. "I simply showed you a sickness that has been hiding in you for the past twenty years. I've watched you light a cigarette every day for the past 30 years. Slowly watched you kill yourself", the thing interrupted kneeling down to Mors' position.

"Get the hell away from me you demon", he yelled in rage as the thing reached out toward him. In immense anger, Mors watched as the thing extended an arm past his aching body and picked up the cigarette he had dropped.

It was still lit, a small orange glow coming off its tip. The thing grinned putting the tobacco between its thin lips and sat there watching as Mors struggled to deal with the pain of his chest. It felt as if in any moment it would explode.

Mors turned his head slowly and in tremendous pain glared at the thing as it glared back at him, blue smoke escaping its black lips. "Help me", he groaned clutching his chest.

"I thought you said you didn't need my help."

The figure waved its hand and the pain in Mor's chest grew even worse. In panic Mors put both hands around his neck and tried to breathe only for nothing to come in. Blood now was everywhere as Mors choked and coughed for the thick substance to trail out from his mouth.

"Help me", he yelled barely able to breathe. The thing still continued to watch Mors suffer lowering the cigarette from its lips. It said nothing for a few seconds as Mors still suffered.

"Help.....me....", Mors whispered as he clutched his throat tighter before jerking back and forth violently then lying still. Mors was now dead. The thing smiled and stood up dropping the cigarette onto the chest of Mors dead body.

As soon as the cigarette touched the wrinkled yellow shirt that rested on Mors' body the figure clashed both hands together and muttered a chant consisting of a only a few words. It soon watched as the spirit of Mors appeared before it. As soon as the spirit laid eyes on the thing it charged quickly towards it tackling it to the ground.

Raising his fist, Mors threw a wild right hook into where the thing laid only to hit nothing but air. The thing suddenly appeared behind him and kicked him in the back forcing him to the ground.

"You killed me, you bitch. You bastard", Mors screamed reaching behind him and grabbing hold onto one of the things legs. Once again the thing disappeared then reappeared this time right in front of Mors.