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Author's Note: It's not often that I get this much typed and posted in such a short amount of time…YAY me! Anyhow…I was on a roll with this, and have one more chapter to write (and type) before it's finished! I still want to know if any of you would be interested in a short sequel that really has nothing to do with a case or anything, but more with the relationship of the characters. Let me know. I'll be posting not only chapter 10, but also chapter 11 tonight…so enjoy!

Chapter Ten: Finding the solution…

Shaking, Micah stands in front of Sam, looking determinedly down the dark hallway. "I'm not letting him die," she declares.

In disbelief, Sam watches as Micah's small body moves into the dark of the hall. Jumping to his feet, Sam doesn't know what to do as her figure disappears.

"Micah!" he calls. He waits for an answer that never comes. "Shit!" he yells. Against his better judgment, he takes off down the corridor after his brother and the girl from his nightmare.

Feet into the hallway, Sam can't see or hear anything. Wrapping his arms around himself, he shivers against the cold around him. He doesn't know where he's going, only hopes that, eventually, he'll find either Dean or Micah. He knew that he would find Micah first - his nightmares had told him that.

"Micah!" he yells into the darkness. "Goddammit! Why do I have to be the one who gets left alone."

Down the hall, Micah was feeling her way along the wall. She was determined to find Dean, no matter what the cost to her. She was freezing, her fingers numb with cold.

She swore she could hear someone call her name, but pushed it out of her mind as she continued to look for Dean.

"Dean!" she cried. Her words echoed in the darkness.

Ahead of her, she saw a light. Assuming it was Dean, she ran towards it, only to find that it was a wall-hung sconce. There were more just like it down the rest of the long hall.

"You won't get out of here alive," a soft voice spoke to her. She looked around her in the empty hallway. As she continued to search, Sarea appeared in front of her, adorned in an early twentieth century white gown, her dark hair tied into a prim bun. Her face was pale and evident of death. "You won't and neither will he. I'll have you both in the end."

"Let me find him," Micah spoke confidently. "Let he and Sam get out of here. You don't want them, it's me you're after."

"Why take only you, when I could have all three?" Sarea's face twisted into a wry smirk. "Besides, the younger one is very powerful. He'll be worth more to me than your mother."

"Don't talk that way about my mother!" Micah cries. Sarea had known it was a sore spot. "Please, Sarea. If you let Sam and Dean out without harming them, I'll go with you willingly. If you don't, I promise you, I won't go down without a fight."

"You can have them alive - if you can find them," Sarea agrees, fading into thin air.

Immediately, Micah turns on a heel, realizing that she'll have a better chance of finding Sam than Dean. "Sam!" she calls, walking back into the darkness.

Sam had begun merely inching his way down the hallway, hoping that Micah would come looking soon. Darkness and cold had engulfed him, and he was, for the first time in a long while, truly afraid for his brother's life.

He shook with cold, wishing more than anything that he were dreaming. He wasn't even sure he was gong in the right direction anymore.

"Sam!" he heard her voice come out of the darkness. He spun around, groping in the darkness for her. "Sam!"

Suddenly, he felt her grab his arm, just like in his nightmare. He turned to face her, able to see nothing but her eyes, shining with tears - but that could have been a figment of his imagination.

"Sam, you have to save Dean. Don't worry about me, I'll be all right. I just want you to find Dean and get him out of here." Her voice echoed in the black around them. He nodded, though he knew she couldn't see it.

Just as he went to ask her where to go, she was swept away from him. Moments later, he heard a scream, but, unlike in his dream, he knew it wasn't Micah, but Dean.

"Dean!" he yelled, following the sound of his brother. "Dean, where are you!"

Again, his brother yelled, and Sam, practically sprinting down the dark hallway, finally found the closed door he knew his brother was behind.

"Dean! I'm coming, buddy!" Sam calls. Pushing against the large wooden doors with all of his weight, to no avail. Taking the last measure he can think of - kicking the door in, and it works.

The light coming from the large room blinds him. "The mirror ballroom," he says to himself, entering the brightly lit, expansive room.

In the center of the room, with it's mirror floor, is Dean, in a crumpled mess, his clothes dirty and bloodied. Regaining his sight, Sam sprints toward his brother, obviously in pain and nearly unconscious.

"Dean, come on! Talk to me! You have to be okay," Sam says frantically, looking him over.

"Sam," Dean chokes out. "Where's Micah?"

"She's gone, Dean. I don't know where. We've got to get out of here," Sam says, helping his brother to stand.

"I'm not leaving without her, Sammy," Dean declares as they make their way toward the door.

"Well, it looks like, for once, Sam gets to be the hero," a sultry voice speaks. The boys look up to see a very solid looking Sarea - or so they assume. At the end of an outstretched arm, is Micah, tear-stained face and all. "But I'm afraid you boys won't be going anywhere."

A/N: Okay, so I lied, only one chapter….Sorry, it's just that I'm sick and on Nyquil, and it's seriously knocking me out….enjoy…and if you find any mistakes, let me know and I'll fix them!