There is a theory that there are aset of infinite or finite possible universes that together comprise everything that exists: the entirety of space, time, matter, and energy as well as the physical laws and constants that describe them.This could include the possibility that there can be identical objects in different possible worlds.

While on a hunt, Dean discovers a mirror with magical abilities. It promised him happiness like he had never felt before. He touches the mirror and finds himself transported into a whole different world, one slightly different from his own. He needs to find his way back home to his own world, but the question is, does he want to?

"Cas, I'm sorry, but... I have to go back."

"Why?" Castiel grabbed Dean's hand tightly, bringing him closer. "Why do you have to go? You can stay here!"

"You know why, Cas. Sam needs me." Dean wanted so badly to stay, but he knew it was impossible. He could never leave his little brother back home, alone and with no idea what had happened to him. No matter how happy it would make him, Dean just couldn't do it.

"Sam's here! Sam is in this world, too. He would want you to stay."

Dean shook his head. "This Sam has a brother. Mine is back at home, probably freaking out trying to find me!"

Castiel sighed, pulling his hand away. "I know, but... he's just not the same."

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One Week Earlier

"Dude, you shouldn't touch that." Sam warned, pulling Dean's hand back from the small hand mirror. They had read about some strange disappearances occurring in Newtown, Indiana. None of the missing persons had any connection to each other except one thing - this mirror. "We don't know what exactly it does, yet. We don't know if it's magic or a ghost or something worse."

Dean let his brother take the mirror, carefully, and put it in their bag. He let out a dramatic, exasperated sigh. "You're no fun."

"Dean, people who get involved with this mirror disappear. Forever. You really want to chance your luck with that?"

Dean rolled his eyes playfully but didn't argue farther. Things had been had been sort of tense between the two of them ever since Cas walked into that lake. That had been a hard day, and it had stuck with the boys longer than most deaths did. Over the years they had learned to deal with the pain of loss, but this one... this one was different. Still, Dean didn't really want to talk about it, but Sam did, of course.

Luckily, Sam hadn't mentioned it in a while, and Dean appreciated the sentiment.

"Come on, we should head back to the motel." Dean lead the way back to the Impala, where Sam placed the mirror in the backseat. "Maybe we should call Bobby. He ought to know what to do with this thing."

"Good idea."

The boys made it back to the motel and took the mirror inside. They left it inside the bag on the other side of the room, unsure of what to expect from it. All they knew was that this mirror was considered an antique, and was valued at a very high price. But whoever bought the mirror would mysteriously disappear not long after, almost as if someone didn't want this mirror taken.

Dean was sure it was some kind of ghost, but Sam was insistent that it had signs of dark magic. That's where Bobby would come in. "You call Bobby, and I'll go get us some dinner." Sam said as they walked through the door.

"Uh, no. How about you call and I'll get us some food. You're just gonna get some healthy crap."

"I am not. Okay, well, maybe. But just for me. I'll get you a nice greasy burger, how about that?" Sam grabbed the keys from his brother. Dean just rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Bitch."

"Jerk." Sam left, leaving Dean to make the call.

Dean explained their findings to the older hunter, who listened patiently to his description. "Well, it certainly sounds like you boys are on the right track. But without seeing the mirror myself, I can't tell what exactly is going on with it."

"So what do we do?"

Bobby sighed. "I guess I can come take a look at it. It'll be a bit of a trip, but I needed to get outta the house anyway. Just do me a favor and don't touch the damn thing until I get there. We don't know enough about it."

"Yeah, yeah we know. We're not kids, Bobby. We ain't that stupid."

Bobby grunted on the other line. "You keep tellin' yourselves that. I'll see you in a day or two."

Dean hung up the phone and tossed it onto the bed beside him. He got comfortable and turned up the television, content enough to wait around for Sam's return.

But then he started to hear it.

It was hushed whispers at first. He thought it was from the TV. But when he muted it, the voices continued. He couldn't understand what they were saying, but he knew they couldn't be good.

He grasped for his gun and stood up. He followed the little noises as they are louder. He could hear what they were staying, now. "Dean... Dean Winchester..."

He came to a stop by the bag Sam had put the mirror into. Dean scoffed, putting the gun down. "Of course."After checking that the bag was secured, tightly, he went back to his bed, ready and willing to ignore whatever the mirror was trying to do, but the voices didn't stop.

"Come to us..." A chorus of whispers coerced. "We have so much to show you..."

"Oh, give me a break. Like I'm falling for that bullshit." Dean turned up the volume of the TV, hoping to drown them out.

But they only got louder, themselves. "We can make you happy," One of the voices promised. "Happier then you ever have been."

Dean didn't like where this was going, and decided to call Sam. He knew the mirror was going to try and mess with his mind. Whatever was disappearing people was old and strong, and possibly very powerful. He had to get in touch with his brother, quickly. When his brother didn't answer on the third try, though, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

He searched through their duffel bags for a curse box. Hopefully it would be able to contain the power of the mirror. He couldn't find one. "We can change your whole world, Dean Winchester. We can control more than time and space. We control everything."

"You don't control shit." Dean yelled, angrily, getting more and more frustrated. He could feel his anger boiling up, unnaturally. The magic was playing with his emotions. "You're just some antique with a lame-ass spell attached to it."

"Why don't you come and find out?"

Without thinking it through, Dean snatched up the bag and pulled the mirror out of it. He held it up to his face, and practically dropped it as soon as he saw the reflection behind him.

"Mom?" He turned around but no one was behind him. And yet when he looked into the glass he could see her face as plain as day, right behind him. Mary just smiled back at him. "How are... What's going on?"

"Come on, baby. Listen to them. They're telling the truth."

"What? Mom..." Dean reached toward her reflection, and the moment his fingertips grazed the glass, he felt himself fall through the floor into nothingness.

It was like he fell into a worm hole. He could feel himself falling, could feel space moving around him, but he couldn't see anything but blackness. He couldn't even hear himself scream, although he could feel it in his throat. The mirror warmed in his hand, and he was paralyzed as he fell uncontrollably through, as far as he could tell, the fabric of the universe.

Just as suddenly as he had been engulfed by darkness, he was thrown back out of it. He felt his feet slam onto the ground, and his lungs filled with air. He fumbled around to catch his balance, his eyes struggling to adjust to the sudden light.

He felt a hand on his back, helping him stay upright, and a soothing voice in his ear. "Dean, are you okay?"

It only made Dean feel dizzier when his eyes met his mothers'. He wanted to ask her what the hell was going on, and why she was there, but his lips wouldn't form the words. He just stared at her, unbelieving.

"We need to get you out of here."

"He can't leave yet. We got work to do." Another voice that cut through his thoughts drew his attention away from his mother. Someone else he never thought he'd see again.

"John, we are about to enter a vampire nest. If he's not at his best it puts us all in danger. You know that." Mary argued, sternly, turning back to Dean. "I'll call Sam and have him take you back home. Your dad and I can handle this."

"Uh, what?" Dean started to come to terms with what was happening around him. He shook his head. "No, no, I'm fine. I can handle a couple vamps."

"See, I told you he's fine." John scoffed.

Mary sighed. "Only if you're sure, hun."

"Of course, Mom." Dean smiled and tried to make it seem less faulty than it felt. He needed to figure out how any of this was possible, or if any of it was real, but not right now. Right now he needed to get his bearings. And maybe, just maybe, hunt some vamps with his parents.

"Here, take this." John handed him a machete, which Dean accepted with a nod. "There should be six of those bastards at most, so it shouldn't be a problem. You got yours, Mary?"

Mary nodded, pulling it out of it's sheath. It was awfully weird to see his mother on a hunt. He knew she was a hunter before he was born, but that knowledge didn't make it any easier. He was used to her being maternal and nurturing, like she was when he was four. She was gentle and kind, and none of the stuff hunters were. Even though John didn't hunt back then, he still had that persona that would normally separate hunters from non-hunters. But Mary, she didn't show that side of herself at all. Not until now, anyway.

"Come on, son." John gave him a forceful pat on the back. "Let's go."

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