ANYWHERESVILLE

By: chocolate rules

Chapter 5: Saving Sam

A/N: I didn't plan to update until like Monday, but well your reviews inspired me. I was actually trying to update The Beast, but then I couldn't. In response to some of the reviews:

EmmyAngel: You got the main jiff with the Mirror dude thing, and thinking about why Sam would recognize him. You're almost there :) Don and the mirror girl are so much more important than you think!

supernaturalfan0718: Glad you liked it! You were the first to review, so, HURRAY!

Everyone else: Worried about Sam? Yeah, well this chapter should put you at some ease but HINT: Sam's not safe yet!

"Sam? Sam! SAM!" Dean yelled continuously at his younger brother. Not being able to go over and physically check his vitals was very straining

"I think he passed out." Don said, taking a closer look at Sam without touching him.

"I have to find a way to get this thing away from him!"

"What thing, son?"

"Whatever it is that's doing this to him. It's in here, I think it attacked me and it's got him stuck there. How the hell am I supposed to kill something that I can't see!"

"Clam down." Don said standing beside the other boy. "Why can Sam see him then?"

"I don't know. Maybe because you have to be able to see it for it to attack you."

"And the other way around?" Don asked. That was what Dean figured.

"Maybe you can just tell it to go away?"

"What?"

"I don't know, just try I guess."

"Has… has this ever happened before?"

"What do you mean?"

"Here. Has this ever happened before in this town, in this bathroom!"

"How should I know?"

"Well," Dean thought for a second. Actually, he had no idea where these thoughts were coming from. They were to insighted and too fast paced to be his thoughts. More like Sam's. Maybe Sam was taping into him. But he'd have to worry about that later.

"You don't seemed fazed by this."

"This whole thing is freaking me out! I don't unders…" Don quickly stated, a little infuriated.

"Look, I'm not blaming you! I just want to know how to get this thing off my brother, okay?" Don nodded. The fury leaving his eyes.

"It's happened before, but only to locals."

"And what do they do?"

"Well… he usually just leaves them alone after a while."

"That's it. He just leaves them alone!"

"Well, up to now, yes."

"Well," Dean started imitating the older man. "what the hell are we to do now then?"

"He isn't dead."

"I GOT THAT! I just kind of what him out of here!"

As Don was about to say something, Sam started to shift. Dean was instantly by his side. Sma's face was full of discomfort. Dean worried about what this thing had done to Sam.

"Sam?" Silence. Dan gave him the moment though, not sure if Sam could muster up the strength to speak. Maybe it was too painful.

"Yeah." he replied after a few seconds. He tried to open his eyes, but the intensity of the white lights held him at bay.

"You okay? Can, can you move?" Sam tried that out. First, he got his arms beside him and pushed himself up into sitting position. "Good, good." Dean said, a smile pressed onto his face. That most mean that thing is gone. He chanced touching Sam's chin and made him look directly at him.

"Does anything hurt?"

"Like hell."

"Where?" Dean asked looking Sam over.

"Chest, Face, Neck, Ass. You name it." he said trying to put on a smile. He had still to open his eyes.

"Sam, you sure you okay?"

"It's off me. It's gone."

"Open your eyes then Sam." Dan said, knowing that he hadn't in fear of what he might see. Slowly, Sam opened his eyes. Dean inspected them, checking if there was any hint of a concussion or something in them. Sam was glad that Dean had been the first thing he'd seen. He really hated to think about seeing that thing again.

"Can you get up?"

"I can try." Sam replied. He started pushing himself up, but closed his eyes. Dean, followed by Don, helped Sam into a standing position.

"Yeah, okay. That's good."

Sam looked over to the elder man. He smiled at him. "Thanks for trying to help me, mister." Don nodded casually.

"No problem, kid."

"What happened?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. I was throwing up one second and when I went to wash my face I saw that thing in the mirror. I fell back and it locked me there." Sam said through gritted teeth. The whole talking thing was starting to hurt. He opened his eyes. He looked over to tell Dean that he wanted nothing better right now than to get to a bad. But he couldn't. His eyes caught it. And then he felt the intensity of it everywhere. He yelled out in agony as he doubled over.

The bloodied, beaten Sam did then same in the mirror.

"What?" Dean asked holding tightly onto the sinking boy.

"It hurts!"

"What hurts?"

"The cuts! They hurt! I'm bleeding!"

"No, you're not. It's all in your mind." Dean tried to reassure him.

"No, it's in the mirror."

"But, you're fine, Sam. There's no blood."

"No, he's not fine." Don responded. "He needs some medical attention. Go here locally, and just tell them what happened. There's been a few causes like this one before. They'll know what to do."

"No, probably just some pain pills. I need to get him in a bed."

"There's a motel down the road, some two blocks away. There's always vacancy there. Not much people pass through this town anymore."

"Sure, that'll work."

"Dean?" Sam asked in pain. He was strengthening himself up, readying to walk out of there.

"Yeah?"

"How'd you know of the mirror?"

"Some little girl told me."

"Who?" Don asked. There was a look of unease in his eyes.

"Don't know. Gave me the mirror though. Seemed to know a lot about this thing."

Then Don did something that hadn't been expected of his so far caring figure. He scoffed at the information Dean revealed.

"What?" Dean asked, changing his focused from Sam onto Don now.

"That," Don started in a cold voice. Sam tensed up some, and Dean's hold on him tightened. "would be no other than Andy Wilson. That brat."

"She helped Sam. I don't think she's a brat at all." Dean spat out coldly, too. This man was starting to act funny. What was so bratty about forwarding Dean of Sam's situation.

"Hell, that little bitch probably sent that thing after him. I've suspected it for years. She's a very strange kid. Messed up, talking about things that aren't ever there. Getting others killed for her foolish lies."

"I for one would like to thank her." Sam said softly. Don turned on him now.

"I'd keep away from her, if you know what's good for you."

"And, who are you exactly to hate this kid so much?" Dean asked, maddened by this man now. What had this kid done to him to have this older man curse her out.

"I'm Don Ream. I'm the high school gym teacher and that little bitch killed off my godson." he said, and with that he turned and left the brothers with this new problem.

And before anyone comes to my house while I'm sleeping, next chapter's will be up tomorrow, or rather this afternoon.

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