Dean heard his phone ring on the stand next to his bed, and he opened his eyes sleepily. His gaze instantly focused on Sam's bed—it was empty. He hurriedly picked up the phone. "Sam?" he muttered, trying to keep the worry out of his voice, "What is it?"

There was no answer, but Dean could hear someone breathing on the other end. The silence pounded in his ears. "Sam?" he said louder, his uncertainty turning to fear.

"Uh…is this Dean?"

Dean bolted upright in bed, clutching the phone tightly to his ear. "Who the hell is this?" he growled, turning on the lamp next to his bed. A dim light flooded the empty room.

"My…my name's Luke. Luke Ellis." The voice said shakily. "I—"

"Why the hell do you have my brother's phone?" Dean hissed, his heart racing. "Where's Sam?"

"Sam? H-he told me to call you. Said you could help."

Dean's worry was evolving into full fledged panic now. He knew what was coming, but he forced himself to ask anyway. "Where's Sam?"

"He…he…" the voice stuttered. "There was nothing I could do…the water…"

Dean leapt up and pulled on the first pair of pants he saw. "Where are you?" he demanded, yanking a shirt over his head as he headed out the door.

"Down past the football field…right next to the bridge beside the college."

"Don't move…and stay away from the water." Dean ordered him. "I'll be there." He slammed the phone shut just and turned the key in the ignition, and the Impala roared out of the parking lot.

Three minutes later he pulled up next to the bridge. A lone figure stepped forward hesitantly as he got out of the car. "Are you—"

"Where did it happen?" Dean interrupted him, staring around.

"Um…over here." Luke said. He quickly turned and jogged over to the creek. He pointed at the place. "There. It was there."

Dean knelt beside the creek. Water ran over the rocks with a motion that would have been peaceful if Dean didn't feel like throwing up.

This never should have happened. He should have been there.

He turned to Luke. "What happened?"

Luke swallowed hard. "Well, I…Katie and I…we decided to go for a walk because neither of us could sleep. So we walked down here and were throwing stones in the water, but she accidently stepped in the creek…and…"

"She got stuck, screamed bloody murder, Sam came running, tried to save her, and ended up getting himself sucked in too." Dean guessed, running a hand over his eyes. "Damn it, Sammy…"

"Yeah." Luke said, "That's basically it."

Dean nodded and turned around, walking back to the car.

Luke blinked. "Wait…where are you going?"

Dean shrugged. "I'm not sure yet."

Luke's brow furrowed as he jogged to keep up with Dean's long strides. "But…but Sam said you could help." He protested.

"God I hope so." Dean said simply, almost at the Impala.

"How are we going to get them back?" he pleaded.

"I don't know."

"Where are they?"

"No idea."

"Look, I hope you don't mind me asking, but what the heck is going on here?"

Dean shrugged. "Honestly? I've got no clue."

Luke stopped, his arms crossed. "Do you know anything?" he said, exasperated.

"No." Dean admitted angrily, "Not a damn thing." He got in the car.

Luke paused for a moment and then ran around to the passenger side. He opened the door. "Then I'm going with you." He said, ignoring Dean's death glare as he slid into the seat.

Dean blinked. "The hell you are." He growled. "Get out of my car."

"No." Luke said. "I want to help."

"Get. Out." Dean hissed.

"No." he said again. He met Dean's glare and leaned back slightly against the passenger side door. "Please don't hit me." He pleaded.

Dean moaned angrily and turned the key in the ignition. "Listen kid, I'm gonna drop you off at your dorm." He said, "You're going to go to sleep, dream of fairies and unicorns, and forget this ever happened."

"I'm not gay." Luke said hotly, his eyes narrowing in protest.

"Whatever." Dean said loudly. "You have nothing to do with this."

"Yes I do." He said timidly. "Katie got sucked down into a creek…I think I'm involved."

"I'll get your girlfriend back—" Dean began.

"—She's not my girlfriend." Luke said, "We just have Spanish class together."

Dean groaned. "Fine. I'll get your Spanish buddy back. Now get out of my car."

"No."

Dean turned off the car and turned to face him. "Look, I appreciate your attempt at bravery, but you're shaking like a leaf."

"I'm not shaking that badly!" he protested.

"If you come with me, you'll just end up getting killed."

Luke blinked. "By what? Water?"

"I don't know." Dean said exasperatedly.

"Then how do you know I'll get killed?" Luke demanded. "You don't seem to know much as it is, I don't think you can magically predict the future either."

Dean gritted his teeth, ignoring the impulse to throttle him. "Have you ever fired a shotgun?"

"Are we going into battle?" Luke asked, bewildered.

"Maybe."

"…against water?"

"Oh God, would you just shut up?" Dean shouted. Luke shut his mouth, looking terrified. "We're wasting time, and I need to get Sam back!"

"Then let me help." He pleaded. "I'll be useful."

Dean sighed and turned the key in the ignition.

"So I can help?" Luke asked.

Dean pressed down on the gas, and the Impala rolled down the road.

"Can I—"

"Yes." Dean spat. "You can tag along. But I'm warning you, if you make a single mistake I'm going to knock you out and dump you naked on the college property."

"I'll be useful." Luke said quickly.

"Just shut the hell up." Dean muttered, driving towards the hotel.

Meanwhile…

Sam opened his eyes. He was standing in the creek—alone. The moon was sitting high in the night sky amongst the stars, and everything looked…

Exactly the same. Except…

Everything was blue. Deep blue, silvery blue, light blue. The trees and sky around him were moving, almost rippling, as though he was suspended in a pool of liquid.

As he watched, light seemed to glimmer randomly in places, as though reflecting the moon's silvery beams.

He looked down at himself and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that his skin was still tan, his shirt was still green, and his jeans were still…blue. But they were supposed to be blue.

Hair stood up on the back of his neck, and Sam shivered unconsciously. He looked around, his eyes searching. "Hello?" he called guardedly. "Is anyone there?"

No answer.

He glanced back down at the creek and blinked in surprise. While the world around him was saturated with various shades of blue, the water beneath him was alive with color, and even through the darkness it reflected hints of dark green, brown, and black.

From the other side…

"I fell through…" Sam whispered, realization dawning on him. "I'm in the reflection…"

He stepped out of the creek and onto the grass, listening intently. He couldn't hear anything, and that, in itself, was disconcerting. There were no usual night sounds. No owls. No crickets.

Only silence.

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