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Chapter 7 - The Frayed Ends Of Sanity

The proposition just made came to Jackie as a bomb exploding into her soul. A choice between her own flesh and blood; and her fight for revenge against the thing that tore her family apart. She looked into his eyes, as deep as she could.

She saw no Daniel there; they could no longer communicate only by staring at each other. Her brother died that night, and a demonic spirit was wearing his body like a person wears a coat. She suddenly missed the sweetness of her memories; she had such tender images of Daniel. She missed Mike as well, her big brother, her teacher, her protector and friend. Again she felt alone and fear stroke her heart, more tears were coming down, as sadness took over, her chest was heavy, her brain was confused.

She came close to him once again and hugged him very tight. Maybe that would be her only chance to feel the heat of her brother's body, the comfort of her family, hear his heart beating, hear his breathing as he hugged her as well with a smile, for just one minute, that's all she wanted, to hug her baby brother and feel like a family again and think about nothing. No battles, no good or evil, no demons or pain, for one minute. Just the two of them, together, even, if she would lose that again.

With her head against his chest, she takes a deep breath. " Sorry Daniel, but you're not my brother". She knew he would get disappointed. His smile soon faded from his face as he felt betrayed.

He pushed her away; both of them were carrying wrath in their eyes. Her breathing was heavy and she was fighting the tears.

" I'll fight you…because I love you and I can't stand seeing you…destroying all I worked so hard to put together! I can't see you, walking around as Daniel…walking around as my little brother". She said panting, struggling between her words and her tears. Truth to be told, she was scared and shivering. The being in front of her was powerful, in so many ways. For one moment, she thought she'd break. If he had asked to be saved, if he had asked for her protection, for her to be on his side, if he was afraid of losing his mind to loneliness, probably, she'd have said 'yes', no matter the consequences, no matter which side she'd be.

" If you won't join me spontaneously, I'll make you join me. You're my sister and I demand loyalty!" He shouted furious, advancing toward her faster than she could notice, pressing his hands against her forehead.

As soon as she felt his skin touching hers, she also felt a great power inside her. She heard her brother whispering some words in Latin, and her body was suddenly paralyzed. She couldn't move an inch or think, getting into some sort of trance.

A strong wind began to blow, making papers, dust and everything else inside the room fly around making a mess. His word went from whispering to shouting, as he kept repeating the same words, over and over again. Both had their eyes closed. She couldn't discern her body from the rest of the room anymore, as it seemed they had become one. One spirit, one family.

She froze when she felt a dark, evil entity, searching her memory and learning about her life, her weakness and her skills. The only warmness was still from Daniel's hand that never left her forehead.

The world she once knew became far from her reach, as this entity locked her up inside her own body. Like a useless slave thrown and forsaken in a dungeon.

Though her eyes could see, her soul had gone blind and her cries for help were lost with the wind. Still, she wasn't angry at his attitude. He was also alone, desperate, one part of him, missed her, more than he would ever imagined.

Dean came to her mind, she never got to tell him the truth about her, and now, this battle could be already lost.

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With horror, Dean recalled the images of the mirrors that remained in his mind. How inhuman that was? To torture innocent souls like that. Dean had read about it once, not paying too much attention to it, he had other things to research, and Sam was the one who enjoyed extra information.

A mirror could be used for several kinds of purposes in the supernatural world. Good purposes and bad purposes. Trapping a soul was of them, as long as the ritual was performed by a soul reaver, which was the only entity able to send someone's spirit to the world of banished souls, inside the mirror. The mirror worked like a portal and none one else, could ever save them from this destiny unless the very soul reaver.

As they passed through the corridor, while being dragged to opposite rooms, desperate; frightened eyes followed them, crying for help as if Sam and Dean were their only hope. If they just knew the truth. The tormented faces inside the mirrors, were screaming, pleading, so much pain could be noticed in their voices. Darkness sculptured differently in each mirror.

God! The mirrors in display on that wall like frames decorating that corridor, a house of horrors. How long had those souls been trapped there?

Those people were condemned, and for what? For someone's entertaining? They were bound to suffer and to be tortured by their own pleas. If there was a hell, this place was not so far from becoming one as well.

There was nothing he could do; helping those people was beyond his power.

Dean was dragged to a large and dark room and cuffed to a chair. There were symbols drawn all over it, on the floor, the walls and the ceiling. In the middle of this room, there was one main symbol, one he couldn't recognize.

Some people, dressed in a black, with a hood covering their faces were gathered around this symbol, enchanting and making gestures. Dean's chair was placed quite far from what he imagined; it was a sort of ritual. Shit, what have I gotten myself into this time?

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Sam covered his ears not to hear all the help requests. It seemed like the cries could reach the deepest of his brain, he couldn't hear his own thoughts. Man, woman, kids. All of them pleading at once. He still could hear his brother though, shouting his name as he fell to his knees, feeling his consciousness betraying him. Dean sounded concerned. He wanted to answer, but his voice got stuck in his throat. An immensity of images flashed in front of his eyes, like a movie being fast forward.

He saw images from several people he didn't know, probably the ones trapped in the mirror. He saw their lives: family, fears, sins, accomplishments, desperation…it was too much for Sam to put up with, too many emotions at once invading his chest, too many images and too may requests. For a second he thought he'd lose his mind for good. Before that happened, everything went black and he gave in to unconsciousness.

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Inside the room, the woman who had previously hit their car approached Dean. Although outside he looked ok and calm, inside he was freaking scared. He'd rather die than spend the rest of his eternity stuck in a mirror for other people to watch. Maybe the chicks.

He would not allow them to do it with Sam or Jackie either.

No matter which plans the bitch had for him, none was gonna put Dean Winchester for display.

" It's a privilege what you're about to watch Dean". She spoke proudly.

See or be in it? He thought. " Well, I don't remember buying a ticket for this show and the seat is a little uncomfortable". He said testing the cuffs that were tight enough.

" You should be thanking it's not you there, with the reaver". She said pointing to a girl being dragged to the middle of the symbol. She was blindfolded and tied. Dean flinched at that, he felt useless. The girl was in tears.

" You're sick". He said disgusted. What the hell did they need all those souls for? A collection? The blood was running hot through his veins.

The enchanting was louder now, the one gathered around her kneeled on the floor, as a sign of obedience and praise. A dark green light rose from the symbol.. The girl remained blind folded. Dean could see her body shivering.

" Help me!" She finally found the strength to shout. " Please, I beg you…anyone". Her voice broke into sobs.

Dean turned his head, pretending not to see what was going on, just a few feet away from him. The woman next to him noticed his reaction.

" Watch!" She said grabbing his head, forcing to observe the ritual.

The green light came atrocious toward her, wrapping her body from head to toe like an acid shower. Her screams became louder. Her skin began to dissolve like paper in the water. Skin falling on the floor, followed by her blood. The torture was slow, incredibly slow. Little by little, that light fed from her, exposing her bones, which were the only thing that would last of her in the end.

" No". He managed to say, if that came out loud or not, he had no idea.

Dean wanted to turn his head away, he felt like vomiting at that. A human being reduced to nothing. In his mind, Dean was begging for them to stop, or at least to take him away from there, anywhere. He was glad Sam had collapsed, and didn't have to see the damn ritual.

A mirror was placed close to the green light. Soon, all that remained there were the bones and the reaver had already taken what he wanted.

The green light got the shape of a human being, and stared at the mirror. Dean saw something like a white, dense mist coming out of it and entering the mirror, her soul was being locked up. In a heart beat, the green light got back to symbol and disappeared. It all happened so quickly, Dean couldn't believe. He didn't know how painful the ritual could be.

" It doesn't have to be painful, the soul reaver could just steal her soul and trap it in the mirror. But that wouldn't be fun, would it?" She said as if she could read his mind.

Dean felt tired and some tears could be seen streaming down his face.

TBC…

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