"Mary!"

"Bobby, get down!" his sister's shriek was the only warning her sibling got before she aimed, and fired at the beast. It screamed, but ducked away virtually unharmed. Her brother ducked behind an expensive antique chair, his breath coming out in harsh pants. Mary cursed under her breath and checked her bullets, counting three silver bullets left. This hunt had been a long and arduous one, and the girl had shot all the bullets she made in preparation for this night.

"You okay?!" Bobby's hoarse call echoed throughout the room.

Instead of answering, Mary yanked her silver knife free from its holster and slid into a crouch, "Where is it?"

"I don't know," Bobby groaned in pain, holding the side of his bleeding head. The rake had thrown him uncaringly against an iron relic, causing the gash on the side of his head. The rake was a common urban legend, but it was also very real. They tracked the beast over a span of a few days, and chased it through the nearby forest before it crashed into an antique store in a small town they didn't know the name of. The creature spent all night running from them, but Mary tracked its footprints and found it had broken in through the top floor, and attacked the family inside.

Luckily, the kids were alright. Not so luckily, their parents were shredded to ribbons by the time the siblings arrived. They were too late.

The siblings hid the kids in a cupboard in the basement, and took on the monster inside the antique store the family owned and ran themselves.

"Seriously, fuck this son of a bitch," Bobby grumbled, checking his own gun. He had four bullets left, and this fucker proved to be pretty quick on its feet. Probably survived for a long time.

But that was before the Winchester siblings caught a sniff of its trail. Tonight, it was going to die. Just like the rest of them.

Mary tried to keep looking around, but it was dark in the store, the flashlight not much help to get a 360 view of the room. She stumbled over a fancy pot, and that was her mistake. The monster took that advantage and jumped on her back from behind, tearing at her long hair and shoulders with its large claws. Mary shrieked and batted the monster away, tumbling to the floor in a heap of monster and human. The brunette tried to scramble away, but the rake had a firm grasp on her long hair and held her in place. It held it's claws in front of her face, and Mary swore she saw the damn thing smirking.

Luckily, the monster seemed to be so distracted by Mary that it seemed to have forgotten about her brother. He managed to sneak up on it from behind, and bury his silver knife right into its back, where its heart was located.

The thing screamed in agony, and Mary shoved it off her with great effort. The girl scrambled away and into her brother's comforting arms as the rake kneeled over and died, its struggles growing weaker and weaker until it lay absolutely still.

"Jesus…" Bobby breathed in relief, wincing as the pain returned to his skull. The adrenaline must've been wearing off.

Mary didn't even want to look at it anymore, "What should we do?"

"Call the police and bail," Bobby says, putting his knife back into its holster, "We need to do something with the body though."

"Jess has clean up tonight," Mary reminded him, letting out a yawn and picking up her knife from where it slipped from her hand, "Lets drop them off at some relative's house or something."

"Okay," her brother replied, turning to face her, "And I told you to cut your hair; you almost got killed because of it!"

"God, you're so naggy," his sister complains, but nods in understanding. She kept her hair usually at a short length, but recently grew it out due to her not keeping up with haircuts. Who could blame her? She tucks her gun away into the back of her jeans before making her way to the basement door, shining the light in front of her so that she didn't trip over anything.

"I'm serious, Mary," her brother went on after she opened the door and descended the staircase, "You're going to get yourself killed over a stupid reason; your hair being too long!"

"If I get myself killed, it wouldn't be because my hair was too long," she grumbled under her breath as she reached the bottom step. She opened her mouth to tell her brother to can it already, but a light in the basement caught her eye.

She saw it earlier, but the severity of a killer rake being on the loose distracted her from investigating. She hadn't mentioned it to her brother; assuming that he didn't see it when they went down there earlier, but she didn't want to distract him. Now that the monster was dead and they were safe, for the time being, she wanted to investigate what that strange light was.

"Where are you going?" Bobby's questioning voice rang out from behind her, she spun and told him to shush.

"There's some weird, blue light, over there," she pointed vaguely in the direction from where she saw it, "I'll see what it is; get the kids out of here. They must be terrified."

"Don't do anything stupid; I'll be right back," her brother tells her before he turned and took off in the opposite direction, opening the cupboard in the back and gently leading the shaking and terrified kids up the staircase. Mary turned back towards the blue light and shone her flashlight towards it, walking closer to get a better look.

Upon further inspection, the shining blue light turned out to be from the reflective side of a large, full body mirror. The mirror had to be ancient, the hinges rusted and dust covered the thing. Mary was entranced by it, and she couldn't help but raise a hand run over the dusty edges of it. Her fingers then go to the front, sliding over the flat surface before a bright, white light suddenly appeared, nearly blinding her. She attempted to snatch her hand away, but it felt as if a force was holding on to her entire arm, ripping her from the floor and through the ancient mirror.

She felt something grip the back of her jacket; she wasn't sure what, and it was the last of her worries at the moment. A blinding pain over took her, and the next thing she knew, she was being dumped unto a hard floor. Something thudded next to her, and she turned her head to see her brother's surprised green eyes.

"The hell just happened?" she groaned, pushing herself to her feet and dusting herself off.

"No idea," Bobby replied, getting to his feet as well and glancing around, "Looks like we're still where we were though."

Mary took in her surroundings, "Yeah," she agreed, "C'mon, let's get those kids out of here."

"Yeah."

It didn't take them long to notice a few differences. For example; when they left the basement, there was no sign that there was anyone living in the building, or running a store for that matter. Mary specifically remembered the bottom floor being covered in chairs, mirrors, desks, pots, and lots of other old crap old people were obsessed with. Not even the dead bodies were there; not the rake, or the children's parents. The only thing that was in the building was dust, a few rats, spider webs…

"What the hell is happening?" Mary whispered in shock as the exited the home; outside, it looked like the day was just beginning, the sun barely rising over the horizon. Their surroundings looked similar to when they first ran into the home, but it was dark out and they weren't exactly paying attention to their surroundings as much as they should've been.

"I have no idea," Bobby mutters, "M—Maybe some sort of parallel universe?"

"Parallel universe?!"

"Yeah, there's a shit ton of lore on people stepping through mirrors and ending up in an alternate plane of some sort," he explains, licking his lips thoughtfully, "Maybe we can just step back through?"

"You really think travelling between universes is so easy?"

"It's worth a shot, alright?!"

It was not worth a shot.

The two siblings ended up stealing a truck and taking off into the night. The mirror was safely tied up in the bed of the truck, and covered with a tarp. Mary went as far as to switch the plates so it would be harder to find the stolen car.

"I can't believe this."

"Well, start believing," Bobby was driving and checking the service on his phone, "Not getting any service out here. Not surprising, this isn't the same world as ours."

"I don't understand any of this, it doesn't make sense that we couldn't pass back through."

"I know," he murmured, "Maybe we should try calling Nora, or Cas, maybe?"

"I don't know," she mumbled, her freckles prominent on her nose and cheeks with the sun shining directly unto her, "Would they even hear us; since it's not their world? Is it the same for angels?"

"I don't know," Bobby echoed her confession, shaking his head, "Let's just get to the bunker."

"Yeah."

A moment of silence passed between them; Mary looked out the window at the sky above, wondering if there was an alternate version of herself running about. Bobby keeps his eyes focused on the road, his brow furrowed and worried. He would have to take care of his baby sister from now on, being in a world that was completely different but similar to their own world… Well, it was a bit of a culture shock.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

"… Do you think dad and mom are alive in this world?"

"… Even if they are, they're also technically not our parents. This isn't our world, Mary. We have to focus on getting back."

Mary didn't reply, but silently, she agreed.