ANYWHERESVILLE
By: chocolate rules
Chapter 3: "What the hell am I supposed to do with a mirror?"
Disclaimer: I own them, and they say hi...lol...thanks to the WB...Don, Mirror dude, and girl from Chappie 2 all Mine
Dean watched Sam and glanced back at the mirror. He looked to Don, as if the man knew what to do. If you can't see it, you can't hurt him. That's what the girl had said. Okay, so he can hurt it. That's good, all is not lost then. But I can't see it! Dean thought. How was he supposed to hurt it, if he didn't know where to look.
Sam's eyes were going wild. Between Dean and the man mercifulness beating his reflection. Come on, Dean. Please, hurry.
That's when Dean noticed it. Sam's eyes! They kept looking at something in the mirror. It was in the mirror, so maybe he needed the other mirror to see it. That had to be it. Like Bloody Mary, maybe only the person it attacked was the only one that could see it.
"Where is it?" he asked Sam. Sam glanced over to the mirror once more. "I know it's there, but where is it here?" He had no idea what he himself was talking about, but he sure as hell hoped that Sam did.
Sam looked at Dean, how did he know. Dean 's eyes beckoned him to answer. He looked in between the two men. The third man was positioned between them in the mirror. That was probably where he had to be now. The grip on his throat grew a little tighter. Did this thing fear being looked at?
"Dean…" Sam tried out. He wanted to tell Dean how to beat this thing. He didn't have time for his brother's mental whatever to tell him to do it, he needed whatever it was to be done now.
"Quiet, Sam." Dean ordered. Sam's voice was very strained now. This would have Dean worried himself cold, but there was something about how the girl had told him Sam wasn't going to die that gave him the assurance that he had the time to think of something. Sam didn't look like he thought he had the time, he wanted to get out of there now.
"Look, he's suffocating!" Don exclaimed, and Sam's eyes seemed to agree.
"Don't touch him!" Dean repeated in a firmer voice. "That'll just hurt him!" He looked around. He didn't sense or even smell any spirits. But Sam wouldn't fool him like this. And he sure wouldn't involve this other man.
Dean looked back at the miniature mirror. He pointed it between himself and the other man, where Sammy's eyes had led him. He had not been prepared at all for what he saw. He fell back in a gasp and almost dropped the mirror. Where had that thing come from?
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