To my loyal guest reviewer Kathy, thank you so much for reviewing. It really means a lot to me :)
Sorry for the wait but I was doing GISH but I also had to work, so little to no time to tweak this chapter and when I finally managed to do it I accidentally deleted the edited version. But I'll make it up to y'all.
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"Am I gonna die?" The kid asked Sam and Dean as soon as the door closed.
"No, we're not going to let anything happen to you." Dean said.
"Do you know what's happening to me?"
"Yes." Dean said.
"Why don't you want my parents to know?" Brian asked.
"Because I'm sure they would call the cops on us." Dean said.
"You are not really with the CDC, are you?" Brian asked in a quiet voice.
"No, but we can help. Thing is, we can't help you until you are asleep." Dean said.
"Oh." Sam could see that the kid was terrified of that.
"It's the only way, Brian. We know that sleeping is the last thing you want to do right now but trust us. It's the only way." Sam tried.
"But what if you can't help me?" The boy asked.
"We'll stop it Brian." Dean said.
"What is it anyway?" Sam smiled, it was good to see that the kid was still curious. Curious meant they could help him.
"It's something called a Mirror Walker. They are attracted to your pain and grief and they feed on it, intensifying those feeling and then your heart stops. ." Brian just nodded.
"How do you get rid of them?" Brian asked, looking terrified.
"Well it requires a sleeping you, a mirror and a spell. With the spell, we are able to enter that dream realm." Sam explained to the teenager. They gave the teenager a couple of minutes to process everything. Dean looked around the room and it looked like a normal room for teenagers. Lots of posters, a pile of clothes on a chair, a desk littered with magazines and homework and last but not least a mirror. Out of principle alone Dean wanted to destroy it but he was pretty sure his brother wouldn't appreciate it much.
"That's why you need me to convince my parents." Brian said eventually.
"Yeah, it's not like we can tell them this and expect them to believe us. But it's imperative that they do. This thing has killed four already. One was an eight-year old boy." Sam explained.
"Nat."
"You knew him?"
"His father and my dad both served together. They'll believe you. I know I can convince them to listen." Brian looked from Sam to Dean. The brothers looked at each other. Sam shrugged.
"Okay. Let's get this show on the road." Brian called his parents. Neither brother believed something good would come of it. It just didn't work that way for the Winchesters.
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Karen and Paul entered the bedroom. They immediately looked at their son. He looked scared and freaked out.
"Mom, dad, I know you want to protect me from everything but you can't help me with this. Sam and Dean can." Karen and Paul both looked confused at each other.
"Honey, what are you talking about?"
"My nightmares. It's the same thing that killed Nat. He had the same nightmares before he died. Sam and Dean know what it is, and they can help but you need to let them." The kid was pleading with his parents.
"I beg your pardon? Nat had the same dream?" Paul asked. His facial expression changed from shocked to worry to unbelief.
"Yes." Sam and Dean said in unison.
"Nat died of a heart attack." Paul said.
"Yes, and I don't want to die of a heart attack." Sam put a hand on Brian's shoulder.
"Listen, your son is in danger." Dean tried.
"He just had a nightmare. A lot of people have nightmares." Karen interjected.
"Do you want to bet your son's life on that? Dean asked.
"You people are crazy. I want you to leave right now." Karen said. The boys looked at each other. This lady would call the cops on them in a heartbeat. They couldn't risk that.
"His nightmares are gonna get worse. It'll be harder to pull him out of it with each night. On the sixth night, he'll have spasms and he'll start to convulse. You may be able to pull him from that but on the seventh his heart will stop." Sam said harshly. Dean pulled out his card and gave it to Brian. Then they left without a word.
Dean was angry at the kid's parents. Ignorant fucking people. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his blouse.
Sam looked at his brother. He could tell that his brother was angry, no livid. He didn't like it either but it wasn't like they could just force the parents to let them perform some kind of ritual on their kid. A ritual that wasn't completely without risks.
Dean got in the car and put in his Metallica tape and turned up the volume. Sam just sighed and got in. There was no way Sam could start a conversation with his brother over this. The next few hours were spent in silence in their motel room. They ate in silence. Sam was on his laptop trying to find an alternative way of getting rid of the Mirror Walker. Dean was zapping away but he couldn't stay in the room. He got up and grabbed his coat.
"I'm going out." Dean announced. And Sam knew this was coming. Dean couldn't deal. Not dealing was Dean's way of dealing, as weird as it may sound.
"You want company?" Sam asked, knowing his brother wanted to be alone right now.
"Nah. See you later." Dean said as he walked out. Sam sighed. He went back to his laptop but fifteen minutes later he closed the laptop. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. He glanced at the clock and hoped that his brother would stay out of trouble. Who was he kidding? Dean attracted trouble by just being Dean. Sam sighed and found an old black and white movie to watch.
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