ANYWHERESVILLE
By: chocolate rules
Chapter 2 :Questionable Advice
Disclaimer: I own them, and they say hi...lol...thanks to the WB...Don Ream is Mine, Mirror Dude, Mine Too
Sam gets stabbed for the third time. He can't move his arms anymore. His own legs are crunched up to him trying to get protection. He could feel the blood on his chest from the wounds. His shirt was fully intact.
Sam's reflection is dying. He's fighting back, punching and screaming. There's cuts on his shirt, blood dripping to his jeans. The more his reflection fought, the more the man seemed to enjoy it. He was laughing. Sam could hear it in his head. He tried screaming for Dean, but only a small cry leaves his lips. He prayed for his brother to come looking for him as the man starts to choke his reflection.
Don Ream walked into the bathroom as Sam started gagging for air. He couldn't see what caused the boy to choke. Being the school gym teacher, Don had training in CPR. Sam noticed the man, but he couldn't see how this man could stop the man in the mirror. He needed Dean.
Don sat beside the boy. He tried to get him on his side, but his body seemed to be pressed against the wall. Don barely heard as the boy spoke out a name 'Dean' he thought he heard.
Alright, all 3 minutes up. Dean got up and made his way to the men's bathroom. Standing before the door stood a young teenage girl. She looked upset. His instincts told him to go to Sam, but the girl seemed to call him. He heard his own name spoken in his head.
"You'll need this," she told him. He turned back to see her holding out a small mirror, pocket sized. She looked serious.
"Huh?'
"You won't be able to see it, and then you can't help him." She spoke in a matter-of-fact voice. She walked up to him, took his hand, shivered slightly at his touch, and placed the mirror in his hand.
"If you can't see it, you can't hurt it. All you'll hurt is him. Don't move him till its gone." She then began to pull away. She locked eyes with Dean, to make sure he knew that this next part was important.
"It won't kill him just yet, and you won't kill it now. Just get both of you out of here." Without another word, she turned and rushed out the entrance/exit.
Dean stood there for a second taking it all in. Then, decided that what the girl had said made no current sense but it not being the first time something like this happened. Wait, yes it was.
Dean stepped into the bathroom and instantly knew something was wrong. Don had been with Sam for two minutes and could not see what was causing the boy to choke. He had shaken his head no to chocking and no to help. Just kept saying, "Dean"
"Sammy?" came a voice from behind. It sounded surprised and terrified at the same time. He was beside Don in a second. Dean knelt in front of Sam and right before he was going to touch Sam and see if he was okay, Dean remembered the girl. "Do not touch him until its over." she'd said.
"Don't touch him." Dean said to the man. Sam, who had closed his eyes as to not see himself get beat when Don had arrived, now opened them at Dean's voice. He began to relax some.
"What? Why?" the man asked him.
Dean pulled out the little mirror that girl had given him. He looked at Sam, wanting to pull him away from this danger-what ever it was.
"I don't' know why. Just, don't touch him." Dean instructed. He looked into the mirror and wondered why the girl had given him this?
"Hey, Sam, can you hear me? Just nod okay?" Sam nodded.
"You, you must be Dean then?" Don asked him.
"Yeah,"
"He kept saying your name. Glad to see he isn't crazy and seeing people." Dean looked up at the men. That's an idea.
"Sam, are you seeing something we can't see?" Sam nodded again.
"Where? In the mirror?" Sam's eyes widen. He nodded again.
"What? In the mirror? What are you talking about, son?" Don asked looking in between the two men. Dean looked back at him and shrugged. He had no idea what he was talking about.
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