The trunk slammed closed and the thunk reverberated across the empty road. Same walked down to the small, man made lake and kicked some stones in, making small ripples near the shore.
"We can't keep doing this. It's going to come back here eventually, but meanwhile it's causing havoc some where else. We should be looking for another portal."
"We know it comes out here. So here is where we stay. We can't be caught off guard again. The last time we were your head almost exploded."
Same stared down into the reflection. It was hard to believe how easily the routine had come: research, get a plan, find, destroy, research, get a plan, find, destroy… With the exception of the specifics (women in white, shape shifters, possession) the routine was always the same. But they hadn't nailed down a plan on this one and it had almost cost Sam's life.
They'd researched this recent phenomenon and discovered that it was a Mover: something that crossed between dimensions. There were bits and pieces of the legend everywhere it seemed. Some cultures covered mirrors; others never looked into still waters. It was clear that it was moving in and out and that it was tied to the portals of the area. It seemed that as long as the portals were available it could keep moving and pinning it down had yet to be an option. No plan had worked and having no plan was disastrous. They'd engaged it and only realized that they couldn't even touch it, or keep a hold on it. But it could get a hold of them…
The pain had been excruciating. The bruising had been substantial. Sam had quickly discovered that bleeding from one's eyes was as painful as it was gross.
Sam had tried to explain that there could be a plan from that. The other dimension could be helpful. But Dean didn't understand; maybe was even deliberately misunderstanding.
Sam was finally able to read the signs. Dean was right. It was coming back. There was no storm coming in, but wind and water stirred.
Something wicked this way comes, indeed.
Sam thought back on the blinding pain and the blood blurred eyes. There was something else. Initially the fear was "will Dean get here in time? Will I be able to survive on the other side?" But it had changed to strength. "Did I really see… did I really hear what I did?"
Sam crouched down and looked in the now reflectionless water, another sign to add to the list.
"Dean."
"What?"
"Get down here."
"Get away from the water, Sammie."
Apparently Dean had begun to read the signs as well.
"Get down here, Dean its coming."
"Get away from…"
But Dean's warning had been lost in her throat as Sam and Dean stood together at the water's edge. There the reflection had returned, but it wasn't theirs.
In what should have been their reflection, two young men stood staring back at them. There was no mistaking Samantha's rangy build or floppy hair. And there was no getting past Deanna's cheekbones or mouth.
That was what Sammie had seen, another Sam… another Dean. And if she wasn't mistaken they had a plan.