Chapter Eleven
~In the Mind~
A few minutes earlier...
Sam was walking in front of Castiel, keeping an eye on where Mark was headed when Castiel grabbed his arm, stopping him. Sam noticed that Mark had stopped as well. He looked at Cas, who pointed to the right. Sam looked and saw the mirror.
"We should hurry," Castiel said, glancing over at Mark. "We might not have a lot of time here."
Sam nodded and together they headed toward the mirror. And as they neared the mirror, Sam was surprised to see Mark and Amy inside it. Sam looked at Castiel, who appeared just as confused as Sam was about this.
"Celine has my body," Amy said when they stopped in front of the mirror. "Dark may be after her or they have something planned for Mark."
Sam looked at Mark, but had the feeling that this wasn't the same Mark he knew. "We heard Celine earlier," he said. He was worried for Dean if Dark was on his way right now. "I WAS starting to wonder if something was up with you. If it's Celine..."
"You need to go now," Amy said. "I'm not going anywhere and he knows how to contact you."
Sam looked at Mark once more. "The dreams?" he asked. Mark nodded. He turned to Castiel -
But then the next thing he knew, he was waking up. The suddenness of it was overwhelming. It took him a moment to process what had happened.
Sam got to his feet, fully awake when he saw Dark. Castiel stood beside him, but before they could move forward, Dark waved his hand and Sam was thrown backwards against the wall and pinned there, Castiel beside him. Dean was in the same predicament.
Sam saw Dark move toward Amy, telling himself that it was Celine. To clarify what they learned in Mark's dream, Sam looked at Castiel, who nodded to confirm that she wasn't Amy.
He looked back forward when he heard Mark cry out in anger and pain. That was when Sam saw that Dark had stabbed Amy. Celine, he reminded himself. Dark disappeared as Celine collapsed into Mark's arms. Almost immediately Dark's hold vanished and Sam, Dean and Castiel dropped to the floor.
Mark was cradling Amy's body on the floor. Sam didn't need to check to know that she was gone.
Sam grabbed Dean's arm when his brother started forward. Dean looked at him and Sam gave him a 'Need-To-Talk' look. Dean looked toward Mark once more, but then stepped out of the room with Sam. Castiel remained with Mark.
"This better be important," Dean said. "I won't let that son of a bitch get away -"
"That wasn't Amy," Sam said, cutting him off. "She's inside the mirror with who I'm assuming is the Mark Dark's been after."
"You found the mirror."
Sam nodded. "Amy told us that Celine stole her body," he said. "She knew Dark had gone after her, but didn't know why. We know why now." It should have been a relief to not have to worry about Celine anymore, but Dark was still out there.
"You found the mirror, Amy's alive, and this Mark ain't that Mark," Dean said. He gestured back toward the room. "We should let him know."
"What if we can't get Amy back?" Sam asked. "The only ones who knew how to get out of that mirror are Dark and Celine. Celine's dead and Dark's not in a sharing mood."
"He still needs to know," Dean said. "He just got through watching Dark kill her. He needs that hope."
"Amy might be trapped forever," Sam said. He wasn't against telling Mark, but these thoughts needed to be voiced. "It'll hurt him more if we can't get her back."
Dean paused to think it over, but then shook his head. "We're not leaving him out of the loop," he said. "We tell him." He turned and went back into the room. Sam followed then they both stopped.
Castiel and Mark were gone.
She was dead.
And he had done nothing to stop it.
Mark was aware that he was sitting on the floor, holding Amy's body, covered in blood, but his brain had clicked off, like it had all happened to someone else. Not him. This was someone else's girlfriend that had been gutted by a demon.
But the more he tried to separate himself from reality, the more it hit him.
Amy was dead.
And he had just stood by and watched it happen.
But, against someone like Dark, there wasn't much he could have done, right? That was what people would tell him, he knew. They would especially stress the point that it hadn't been his fault.
He wouldn't blame himself anyway.
This was all on Dark.
Mark knew Sam and Dean had left the room, but he could still feel the angel's eyes on him. He would gladly welcome the memory of Castiel stabbing him. It would mask the pain of what he felt now. He needed the distraction of being unable to trust Castiel.
"I can feel the rage building up inside you," Castiel said. Mark tried to ignore him, wanting to be left alone. "You want to kill Dark."
"I'm not gonna kill anybody," Mark said, brushing hair out of Amy's face. She hadn't died peacefully or in fear. Anger had been plastered on her face as she had died. Anger at Dark.
"But you want to."
Mark remembered everything Amy had told him about Dark. How Dark made her believe he was Mark. How he had used her and still used her. Amy had felt something for Dark, so a part of her was still closed off from Mark.
"Yes," Mark said, feeling the rage, but also pain. "Dark deserves so much more than death."
Castiel seemed to hesitate. He was obviously going against Sam and Dean's wishes. "Dark wants the confrontation," he said. "He left a trail he knew only I could follow." He walked over to stand next to Mark. "Is it what you really want?"
Mark didn't look away from Amy. "Yes," he said. He felt Castiel's hand on his shoulder.
Then they were gone.
Author's Note: Sorry for not getting this update out yesterday. I had planned on doing it yesterday, but things came up and I lost track of time. I'll stick with the Monday schedule from now on.