Usually harmless, it will leave painful bruises if it wants you out of the house.”
“The Trauco:
According to the legends of the Chilean island Chiloé, women young and old find this sporty little gentleman irresistible. Whether asleep or awake, no woman can fend off his advances. Despite his charms, Trauco’s wife is the notoriously ugly and cruel Fiura. When a woman becomes pregnant on Chiloé under unexplained circumstances, Trauco is the default father, no doubt the annoyance of Fiura. Many face her wrath.”
None of it was what you were dealing with. You sigh and searched for something else. You needed to hurry before the thing wakes up and tried to kill you. You were remembering a story that your mom used to tell you but you couldn’t make it out to the English name of it. Instead you just typed it in French “Marchand de sable (folklore)”
You searched through the page quickly, needing to find something real quick.
“In the Grec Mythology Morpheus-”
“Of course!”
That’s all you needed to read. You were dealing with a God. Again.
You were about to search further when you suddenly woke up in the bed, with Sam and Dean next to you.
“What happened?”
“Nothing why?”
“Because I didn’t finished! I must have used all my strength. But we don’t have any more time. We need to hurry. I need to go back now. I don’t have time to deeply sleep for an hour once again.”
“Damn it.”
“What do you know so far?”
“We’re dealing with a God. Morpheus. Well at least that’s what I think. I didn’t had time to search further…”
“It’s fine, we’ll see if we know anything about him.”
You nod and go to your computer. You take a deep breath and see what you can find on Morpheus.