Yes, so I figured y'all wouldn't mind another chapter. I mean, this story is as good as finished.

Again no beta, all mistakes are mine.

I don't own them...sigh

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Dean found a bar not far from the motel. He could've walked the distance if he'd known. He ordered a burger and a beer. There was even a pool table and a dartboard. But Dean figured he shouldn't be hustling here. Not if he was to play a fed or some other government official. The waitress walked up to him. He had seen her from the moment he entered the bar. She was kinda okay looking but Dean wasn't looking for a companion for the night. At least not today. He ate the burger, downed the beer and asked for another one. He looked around. There weren't many people around. Of course, it had to be close to closing time. He noticed a young man in the corner. He was young. Probably too young to be in a bar. Dean picked up his beer and walked over to him.

"You look like you need a beer." The boy lifted his head and made eye contact with Dean. His eyes were puffy and red-rimmed from crying.

"I shouldn't be here." He whispered.

"What's your name kid?"

"Troy. Troy Johnson."

"My name is Dean."
"Leave the kid alone." Someone called out. Dean turned around and looked right into the face of a burly older man.

"I was just making small talk, man." Dean said as he threw his arms up, showing he meant no harm.

"Troy, why don't you go upstairs. You must be tired." Troy said nothing and did nothing. Dean felt for the boy. He had to do something. He put his beer down and fished out his credential.

"Dean DeYoung, and I'm with the FBI. I'm here to investigate the deaths." The older man looked at his badge and took a step backwards.

"Listen, I know Troy shouldn't be here but he is staying with me. I don't want to leave him alone."

"That's okay. You are not in trouble." The man nodded and held out a hand.

"My name is Carl Drover. I'm the owner of the bar." Dean shook his hand.

"Pleasure. Listen Troy, I will find out what happened to your sister. I give you my word." And with that Dean left them alone. He drained the last of his beer and went back to the motel. When he got back to the motel, Sam was still sprawled on the bed only now he was lying under the covers. Dean took a quick shower and finally, he laid down for the night as well. He would tell Sam about the kid when he woke up.

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Fourteen-year-old Brian Thompson was dreaming. Mirrors. Mirrors everywhere. He screamed and woke up with a shout. His bedroom door opened and his parents came in.

"Brian, what's going on?" Brian wiped his face. He was covered in sweat. His heart was thumping so hard, it hurt.

"Honey, did you have a nightmare?" His mother asked while she stroked his hair. Brian sniffled. His father came back with a towel and gave it to him.

"You want to tell us about it, sport?" His father asked. Brian shook his head.

"Bri?"

"I'm okay." The teenager said softly.

"Let's change your sheets. They're drenched in sweat. Maybe you oughtta go to the bathroom and freshen up a bit. Paul, can you make him a cup of warm milk." Paul smiled.

"Sure honey." Brian felt embarrassed. He hadn't had nightmares like this since he was 5.

"Baby, it's okay. Everyone has nightmares sometimes." His mother hugged him tight. She could feel her son's heart beating too fast. She murmured softly in his ears. Gradually he relaxed and became pliant. This showed Karen just how terrified her son was. Paul came back with a cup of warm milk.

"Hey sport, how are you feeling?" Paul put the cup on the nightstand.

"Better."

"Good, why don't you go freshen up a bit while your mom and I change the sheets." Brian nodded. He got up and went into the bedroom. When he looked into the mirror he started to cry. His father must've heard cause he came in.

"Brian?" Brian looked at his father and hugged him.

"Buddy, what's wrong?" Brian said nothing, just stayed safe in his father's arms.

"Mirrors." Brian whispered.

"You dreamt about mirrors?" His father asked. Brian nodded.

"I was trapped inside. And I was feeling so much grief and despair. Just like when Justin died, only ten times worse." Paul held his son a bit tighter. Justin was Brian's best friend since kindergarten. The kid passed away two months ago. Brian didn't have many friends and Justin was like a brother to him. After a few minutes, Brian pulled away. Paul got the hint and walked out. Brian changed his PJ's and went back to bed. His mom kissed him on the forehead and Brian fell asleep again. This time no mirrors invaded his dreams.

Paul and Karen had no idea what brought on this nightmare but both parents found it very odd for their son to have such an intense nightmare. Karen shuddered.

"Are you okay, honey?" Paul asked.

"His heart was beating so fast, Paul. That can't be normal. I thought our son was going to have a heart attack with the way his heart was beating.

"It was just a nightmare." Karen nodded but wasn't comforted. Both parents took another peek at Brian. As they were retreating back to their room a noise in the other room had both parents frowning at each other. Paul opened the door and groaned.

"No Teddy, it's time for bed." As Karen stepped into the room part of her wanted to get angry but the other part wanted to laugh out loud. Their four-year-old was apparently having a party with his stuffed animals.

Paul groaned. "This is going to be a long night." Karen agreed. A very long night.

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Alrighty, we are slowly progressing. Now we know who the next victim will be. Any thoughts on how this thing is choosing it's victims? Have you connected the dots?