Don't fret! This isn't another one I'm not starting and never completing! Believe it or not...wait for it...I'VE ACTUALLY FINISHED IT! I made sure to finish it before I post.

Title: Reflect Your Fears
Warnings: None.
Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby, Selena
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playtime.

"Come on, Kev, this was your idea," Carly said.

"I didn't think you guys'd actually come with, that party was boring me." Kevin replied, regretting his amazing idea of ditching a party and going, half drunk, into a dangerous building. It was, in fact, a very large, old and abandoned mansion. It was known to be the most haunted building in the state. So many people who'd walked in here, barely came out alive. The red carpet leading up a very wide staircase was faded amongst the dust and worn out.

"Well, we're here now, what d'you wanna do?" Carly asked, very unamused as they walked in the building. It was old, dusty, dank. And dark. Very dark. Only Carly was trusted with a flashlight. They walked around the entrance hall

"Lighten up, Carl…" Tina said.

"It's Carlee" she corrected. "And how much have you had to drink?"

"S'me's you…" Tina replied.

"I had one drink,"

Tina frowned. "Well then…not th' s'me's you!" she grinned.

"Whatever." Carly brushed her off. "Lightweight."

"This place looks awesome!" Tina called out, running toward the stairs.

"Tina! Wait!" Carly called, running after her, Kevin following. "Don't go up there, it might not be stable." she said, once she'd caught up.

Tina looked down at Carly, pausing on the first few steps. "Do you never have fun?" Carly took a deep breath in both apprehension and awkwardness. "Not everything has to be serious. Think about Evel Knievel. I mean, he's a huge daredevil and he's still alive!"

"Tina," Kevin said, "he died. A few months ago. Ironically, not by doing a crazy stunt."

"Oh yeah…" Tina said, thinking for a moment. She then turned her attention back to Carly. "Come on, Carly. Here, chug this."

Tina held up a can she'd been holding the entire way. Carly was surprised she didn't notice, but she can be really sneaky sometimes. "And if I don't?"

"Then….nothing" Tina said. "Y'know you'll have more fun though. Just 'coz you screwed up last time doesn't mean you will by taking a drink this time."

"Oh, fine!" Carly said, tired with her so called friend using peer-pressure. She drunk, Kevin joining in with his own drink. When finished, Tina smiled at her. Carly glared at Tina but eventually couldn't help cracking a smile. "You bitch!"

"Come, on!" Tina said. She began to run up the stairs, Carly and Kevin soon running up behind her. They reached the top and all slowed down, wandering along the hallway. It was dimly lit, only by moonlight. However, as they walked, Carly noticed the candles on the walls slowly lightening up. On their own.

"Uh, guys, did you see that?"

"See what?" Kevin asked, continuing to wander along the large hall.

"Those candles. They weren't lit before," Carly said, nervously walking along behind him and Tina.

"They obviously were, Carl. You think candles are just gunna light up by themselves?" Kevin replied.

"Sure they can," Tina said. "What about those relighting birthday candles?"

"She's got a point and it's Carlee!" she huffed. "Carl's a dude's name."

"It's why it suits you," Kevin said. Carly hit him for that snide remark.

"Hey guys," Tina suddenly stopped, looking through an open door. The first door left opened they'd walked past. "Check this out."

"What is it?" Carly asked as Tina wandered into the room. It was very dark, only the moonlight shining through a single small window high up on the wall. However, the moonlight reflected against a large mirror against the wall in the middle of the room. The three of them stood in front of the mirror, side-by-side. "It's just a mirror, Tina."

"Yeah, but it looks awesome." Tina said, in awe.

"I don't care how much you want it, I'm not carrying that thing outta here." Kevin said.

"I didn't ask you to," Tina nudged Kevin. Carly looked into the mirror, not seeing much of her reflection due to the amount of dust layered over it. It was different, she had to admit to herself. And she quite liked it. It was still creepy, nonetheless.

As she looked into her reflection, she began to notice something odd. Something behind her, becoming clearer in the dark. A bright white face with a giant painted on smile. Like a mask. Carly yelled in surprise and turned around.

"What is it?" Tina asked. Looking into space, trying to find what Carly was looking at. But there was nothing there.

"Clown," Carly blurted out. "I could've sworn there was a clown right behind me."

"There's nothing here." Kevin said.

"Ok, guys, can we just go, this place is freaking me out." Carly said, walking towards the door.

"What? Why?" Tina asked. "It's not scary."

"Please," Carly said.

"I'm not going." Tina said, turning back around, making it adamant she's not leaving.

"Kev?" Carly pleaded. Kevin looked at Carly to Tina, unsure of what to do.

"Sorry, Tina," Kevin said, walking towards Carly.

"Whatever," Tina said. She looked back into the mirror, expecting to see her normal reflection. She did at first. But slowly emerging was something she'd never think she'd see in the mirror.

Carly and Kevin were walking along the hallway, Carly thanking Kevin for staying with her but they stopped in their tracks so suddenly.

Tina had screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Tina?" Carly called out, turning around, urgently walking. Tina didn't reply and Carly and Kevin began to run back to the room. "TINA!"

As soon as they reached the room, the door slammed itself shut. Carly and Kevin didn't even get a chance to see Tina in the room before the door closed. They tried to open it but it just wouldn't budge. They called out Tina's name, trying to open the door at the same time. They got no reply. Not even another scream. They didn't know if they were thankful for that or even more terrified.

With one last shove from Kevin, the door suddenly allowed itself to open. Carly took a step or two inside. Kevin stayed in the doorway.

"Tina?" Carly whimpered, in a hopeful, yet scared voice. She looked at Tina, lying on the ground. She wasn't moving. Carly couldn't even tell if she was breathing. She ran to Tina, hoping she'd be ok.

And at the same time, was terrified to be in front of that mirror.

"We heard her scream, so we ran back." Carly said.

"What happened then?" Dean asked her, posing as Agent Banks.

Carly hesitated, nervously. She shook her head slightly. "It's weird."

"Don't worry. We've heard and seen a lot of crazy. We've got pretty open minds" Sam said politely, posing as Agent Ford.

Carly hesitated again, looking at them with more confidence. "When we got back to the room, the door suddenly slammed itself shut."

"Itself?" Dean asked.

"I told you it was crazy," Carly sighed.

"Just tell us what you remember, we'll believe you," Dean said. "How did it close itself?"

Carly shrugged. "I don't know."

"Could it have been the wind?" Sam asked.

"There was one small window, way up high and closed. There was no wind." Carly said.

"Ok," Dean said with a smile.

"I just don't understand," Carly blurted out. "What the hell could have happened? There was nothing in there when we got in. What sent her into a coma?"

"That's what we're trying to find out, Carly." Sam said, sympathetically. "We're really sorry."

"And listen," Dean said, reaching into his jacket, "you remember anything else, got any questions or just need to talk, give us a call." He handed her a small card with his number on it. She took it, thankfully, feeling a little compassion from cops for once. The others thought she and Kevin were crazy. But how else could they attempt to explain Tina being sent into a coma?

Sam and Dean walked along the corridor of the hospital, keeping quiet. They walked past the young girl, Tina. They could see her in through the window. Hooked up to a machine to keep her alive. Just seeing her like that, even with it being a girl they didn't know, they knew this thing had to die.

"If it's something to do with a mirror, then it can't be Bloody Mary, we dealt with her." Dean said.

"What do you think it is?" Sam asked Dean as they walked to the Impala.

"I don't know," Dean said. "Powerful spirit?"

"Could be. Or a jin?" Sam suggested as they got into the car.

"A jin?" Dean repeated, starting the car. "Really?"

"Yeah, I mean, look what happened to you, it attacked you and made you go comatose." Sam said.

"But jins feed off of the victim, this one didn't." Dean said. "I mean, it shut the other two out, why leave?"

"I don't know," Sam replied. "But it's the closest I can think of."

"You know what we gotta do, right?" Dean said.

"Search the house," Sam sighed.

"I still don't get it Dean…there's nothing here."

"Not anymore, there isn't." Dean said, in a slight angry growl. "Whatever is was, it's gone."

"You think it'll come back?" Sam asked.

"I don't know…I think those kids must have scared it off, somehow," Dean nodded at Sam. "you?"

Sam looked at his surroundings, looking for an answer. It was a dark and dank location. An old building no one even knew about anymore. It had definitely been lived in and it was definitely a home to whatever caused the attack.

"Possibly," Sam said, questioningly. "This doesn't look like a random place for a monster…it looks like a home."

"What makes you say that?" Dean frowned.

"Just look around. It's this things home."

"Yeah, but what makes you say it'll come back?" Dean asked. "It ran before."

"I don't know…" Sam replied. "But what says it won't when all the drama's died down?"

"Well, I think we should look around…see if we can figure out what it is." Dean said, looking upstairs. "The girl said it happened upstairs." Sam nodded and followed Dean up. The building had barely any windows and parts of it had come apart. It was almost all grey. Dust everywhere, making the brothers cough every now and then. As they walked down a narrow hallway, they noticed random, curious things were strewn about. A hairbrush, a plate, a few lengths of rope. And as they walked past an open door, they saw the rope which was clearly used to hold up a giant mirror that stood in the open room. Sam looked to his left, into the doorway, noticing it and nudged Dean. They walked in, curiously, exercising their caution and stood near the doorway, looking at the mirror.

It almost reached the ceiling. It was held up by ropes hung from the ceiling and leant back very slightly. The edge was thick and curved in stone. Sam looked closer and noticed the markings around it. He walked in front of it, reached to the top and wiped away the dust, uncovering part of the inscription.

"The Mirror of Quietus Formidonis." Dean recited. "What does that mean?"

"Not sure," Sam said. "I'm pretty sure Quietus means sleep."

Dean nodded effortlessly as he walked toward Sam. "Sounds scary," he said, sarcastically.

"I haven't any idea about Formidonis though," Sam said.

"You seen it?" Dean asked.

"Not that I can remember." Sam replied. He reached back up again and wiped away the entire edge of the mirror. It was thick and messy and there was a lot of inscription. Sam took a step back, now standing next to Dean. They both tilted their heads to the side to read but didn't understand as much as they'd have wanted to.

'Pondero vestri pessimus nightmare , notus quod incompertus. Primoris vos sto , per mos ut ingredior absentis. Secundus , vos somnus unable ut excito. Unable subterfugio. Pro licentia ut ingredior a vestri pessimus nightmare est a beneficium quod a luxuria. laevus levus ones es qui cannot subterlabor. Illud per possibility of victus suum pessimus nightmare , ut vivid ut detrimentum. Tantum per luxuria of Nex may vos exsisto solvo.'

"Whoever wrote this, I don't think Latin is their first language." Sam said.

"Who?" Dean asked. "You sure this isn't some freak thing?"

"I'm pretty sure it is, Dean." Sam said as he knelt down to the bottom of the mirror. "Just has more of a personality than a monster. A bitchy, freaky personality but still a personality."

"That just sounds weird." Dean replied. "I just go by my motto: It's evil. Kill it."

"I'll bet that makes it easy" Sam said, standing back up. "What's not easy is figuring out what this is…"

Dean shrugged and made a face. "Shapeshifter?"

"Could be. But I don't see shredded skin anywhere."

"Good point. Unless it doesn't shed skin here." Dean replied.

"Where else would it shed?" Sam asked.

"I don't know!" Dean said. "Witch?"

"Again, could be. But what kinda witch lives here?"

"Depends how old it is." Dean replied. "Feels comfortable in the dark and dank like how it's always lived."

"Makes sense." Sam said, fixating on the inscription. "I can see various words. Like 'stand' and 'escape'. And, of course, 'nightmare' clear in English. Three times."

"Ok, Latin- Boy. You try and decipher this, I'll check out the rest of the joint." Dean said, leaving. "See if anything's weird in the hallway."

"K" Sam replied, bemused by the mirror. He took a step towards it again, running his fingers along near the top of the mirror, mumbling aloud "'Unable subterfugio'." Sam frowned. "Unable what?"

He stepped back again and looked at the mirror. It was definitely something to do with the mirror. He just had a feeling.

He looked as his reflection and saw it just as normal. He glanced up at the window, seeing how small it really was. This room was almost claustrophobic. He looked back at his reflection. He jumped and cried out in surprise of himself. Something he hadn't expected to see…

His eyes.

They were black.

He looked away in hatred and fright. He looked back into the mirror, terrified to see it again.

But they were normal again…

Sam frowned at himself in confusion. He was instantly concerned as to what that was…was it a random hallucination? Or an illusion?

"Sam?" Dean called, standing in the doorway. "You ok?"

"What?" Sam asked.

"I heard you shout." Dean said, walking towards him. "Everything alright?"

"Oh…" Sam said, surprised that this shout was that loud. "Yeah, everything's cool."

Dean chuckled. "Scared by your own reflection, hey Sammy?" Dean said, hitting him on the shoulder. Sam smiled back.

"Yeah, you wish," Sam replied. He followed Dean out, nervously shaken by that mirror. He looked at it in suspicion but was more than happy to leave.

"Hey, listen Sam, I don't think anything's here right now," Dean said, turning around to Sam. "But if we come here later tonight, there might be. I mean, the whole thing happened to the kids at night."

"Yeah, couldn't hurt to check it out," Sam said.

Sam lay on his motel bed, frowning in thought. He was thankful for quiet, whilst Dean offered to go out for food. He needed to think. He couldn't take his mind off that mirror. And his reflection.

Ever since he found out about the vermin blood running through his veins, he felt more doomed than ever about his destiny. About the awful things that could easily lead him astray, make him evil. It was one of his biggest fears. And seeing it in his own reflection, how could he tell if it was some false impression that came from the mirror. Or a mirage, his own mistake in judgement. Or if it was real. He was considering going back to that mirror. Seeing if there really was something about it. After all, he looked away so quickly, he didn't get such a good look. He could have been seeing things.

Like that's always a good sign.

And he knew he'd have to decide soon. As soon as Dean came back, they'd be going back.

He didn't tell Dean of what he saw. Dean would see him as more of a freak. And he hadn't told Dean about the demon blood either. For the same reason. Sam wanted to simply brush it off and forget about it. And by telling Dean, it meant he wouldn't be able to do so. Constantly worrying of what Dean would be thinking and Dean questioning Sam about it.

No. Best to forget the whole thing.

Dean burst through the door, a brown paper bag of food. "You coming?"

Sam sat up and nodded. With Sam being in a particularly low mood, Dean was definitely compensating for it. He was rather happy, especially after picking up the food. They must have had pie.

"This place looks real freaky in the night." Dean said, walking up the stairs.

"You're not scared, are you, Dean?" Sam asked, smirking. Dean stopped and turned slightly, looking down at Sam.

"No," he said.

"Really?" Sam asked, climbing past him. "If I couldn't tell better, you're a little freaked."

"Please, Sam," Dean said.

Sam smirked again, purposely slammed his foot on a stair. He noticed Dean jump a little, Dean trying his best to hide it. Sam kept it to himself, laughing silently at his brother.

They walked back along the hallway, back to the room with the mirror. Dean frowned. "Hey Sam,"

"Hmm?"

"If there's nothing here, then how'd the candle get lit?" Dean asked. Sam narrowed his eyes, looked at Dean and walked on ahead. As they reached the room, both brothers raised their guns. Sam nervously opened it and they edgily walked in. Everything seemed normal….it looked just how it did earlier in the afternoon. They walked further into the room and paused. Almost as though they were waiting for something, they stood in silence.

A clunking sound was suddenly heard from outside the room. Both brothers whipped their heads around to look at the door. Dean looked at Sam. "I'll go check it out."

"You need back up?" Sam asked.

"If I need you, I'll yell." Dean said, walking out. Sam looked at the door for a second or two and then turned to the mirror. He couldn't understand why he was looking back into it again. But it was this burning need to find out what this mirror was about.

Nothing happened at first. It was just bland and empty, with nothing but his reflection. And slowly walking behind him, he noticed a woman. He'd never seen her before. But not only could he see her in the mirror…he could hear her footsteps.

Sam stepped forward and turned around, pointing his gun at the woman. She was dressed in a long black dress, her brown hair tied in a loose bun and her red lips purely visible as she stretched a smile.

"Sam…you came back."

"You know who I am?" Sam questioned.

"I know about everybody who enters my home," she said. "

"Dean!" Sam called. He heard Dean call his name in a reply. But as soon as Dean reached the door, the woman flicked her arm and the door slammed shut.

Sam kept his guard up, glancing from the door Dean was pounding on, trying to get in to the woman who now had Sam trapped.

"Who are you?" Sam interrogated.

"Selena" she answered.

"What do you want?" Sam asked. But it was obviously one question too many. She pushed Sam against the glass of the mirror, at a faster speed than Sam's eyes could follow. She was so gentle when she pushed him against the mirror, Sam couldn't understand how she had so much power over Sam. She stood higher than him, looking down at him, intimidating. She held her finger gently under his chin, lifting his head slightly. And she said, quietly, answering his question, "You."

Sam felt himself go cold and fall back. He had a weird sensation of floating and being lead upright. Before he knew it, he was standing up and looking into the mirror once more. But he didn't see his reflection. He saw Serena looking back at him. She smiled at him and looked down…

He saw his own body. Limp, lifeless at her feet.

The room he was in was the same room. But opposite. The small window was to the right wall, not to the left. The door was on the other side…

Even the inscription on the mirror was backwards…

He was inside the mirror.

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