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Chapter 8 – My World

Although Dean had no idea why they were trapping all those souls, if there was something Dean knew very well was that, demons, reapers, reavers and all these creatures never needed a reason to torture, kill or worse. For them, it was like a hobby, fun.

How ironical, he himself and his family were so many times, a hobby for the bastards, exactly what it was happening right now. The demons didn't really care for him or Sam, as long as they got to see the Winchesters 'paying' for whatever they believed it had been unfair. Human beings were nothing but toys.

After the gory ritual, the woman freed Dean from the chair, however, not from the cuffs and led him through that corridor once again.

And Dean wanted to fight, he wanted to struggle and be a freaking pain in the ass for those demons. Give them a whole lot of trouble…truth to be told, he was scared. Of course, he'd been afraid before, during his hunts, when Sam left for college, when his dad went missing, but never so scared like he was right now. The image of the girl's skin falling piece by piece on the ground, the blood on the floor, her breathless pleas, just wouldn't leave his mind. Every time he'd close his eyes, he'd seen her and recall, how he could do nothing about it.

So, he didn't struggle, not yet. It was necessary to stay alive, to keep Sam alive as well and most important, stay away from that symbol. Just the idea of having the ones he loved going through that ritual, made Dean's blood boil and fill his chest with such emptiness.

" Cat got your tongue Dean? What's wrong?" The woman asked mocking. He hated her satisfied expression. What's wrong? She's got to be kidding me.

" I'm not going to any mirror. Neither is Sam or Jackie". He said assuring her about it. He was not kidding and she knew it. Dean never thought about consequences when he had to take a fast decision. There was no time for thinking and no time to care.

" You would if that's what we wanted. Anyway, you 're not in position to demand a damn thing".

Dean tried to focus on the way ahead of him and ignore the mirrors; he was staring at the floor, step by step. Why did they have to pass through that place again? Ignoring the screams was a little harder though. He saw of them, not being sure if it was a demon or a possessed person, dressed in the black robe with a hood, bringing the mirror used on the ritual and placing it on the wall, on a specific spot.

One more for the collection? The girl's soul was still in agony, still crying, still in pain. The one in black robe observed the mirror for a while, checking if that spot was good for their 'gallery'. Dean turned a blind eye to the girl's mirror in particular. It was just too much for him to deal with.

" Where's my brother?". He asked remembering Sam had collapsed the last time they saw each other, he had no idea if Sam was alright or not. " I hope he's fine for your own sake".

The woman let out a mocking laugh. She couldn't believe, he was threatening her.

" He's still probably out. Don't worry honey, we're not allowed to kill you…yet".

" You sound kinda disappointed. What is it sweetheart? Big shot asked you to baby sit us?" Dean felt good mocking her back. He was actually keeping score, after all, what else could he do there anyway?

" There are things worse than death Dean, killing both of you would be way too gentle of us and we're not that nice".

She says shoving him hard to make him walk faster. The few minutes passing through that corridor felt like a freaking century.

They also passed through a room full of demons, those big guys that looked all alike and other regular people possessed by demons. Dean had all the attention as soon as they stepped inside the place, all of them staring at him, smiling satisfied. It seemed he was in some other world away from Earth, where evil ruled. He felt like a prey whose head was being offered a prize if captured. Dean was under their control and they were happy about it. The Winchesters were under control. Except for one, which Dean imagined, was their only hope now. Although the man gave no news for days or weeks, John always called to check on the boys. Thank God for that, sooner or later he'd call and start looking for the boys.

" I had no idea you demons took a break once in a while". Dean said. The demons were all pretty relaxed, drinking, enjoying themselves.

" We do when we get what we want".

Now that you have my brother and me, you mean. Gosh! Was it really that easy to capture them?

After a few minutes, they got to an isolated part of the place. A dark, moist, smelly part.

" You'll have a surprise very soon".

" Great, I love surprises". The woman pretends not to listen. She opens a door and shoves Dean inside hard, making him lose his balance and fall on his knees. With no further explanation, she locks the door behind him.

" So polite!" he shouts angry. The cuffs remained restraining his hands behind his back. The room was very small, enough for him to lye down and spread his legs open. The walls were painted with a bright white that actually hurt his eyes. It reminded him a lot of a mental institution room. There were no windows or furniture.

Only the ceiling had some devices, which he had no idea what those were for, a light bulb and a tiny camera.

Great! What is this all about? " So, do I get room service around here?" He shouted expecting some sort of answer. Obviously, he was being watched. " How about taking these cuffs off uh? I promise to play nice". He tried again, and again he got no answer. Damn it!

He could feel in his guts, that room had a catch and not a pleasant one. Waiting was the worst part for him. If something was supposed to happen, he wished it would just happen already and end the mystery. Hope you're doing better than me Sammy.

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When Sam woke up, he realized he was alone, locked somewhere and his hands were restrained. A killing headache and an upset stomach were making it all peachy. As if his situation couldn't get any better, he still could hear, quite loud, all those tormented souls asking for his help. The weeping was so desperate, that sounded creepy even to him. Just like when you hear screams at night and the sound echoes through empty streets sending chills don your spine. He placed his hands on his ears, trying to block the sounds.

" I can't help! Please…stop". He recalled the images he saw just before losing his consciousness. Flashbacks of those people's lives.

Dean! " Oh my God, Dean". Sam said standing up. He didn't know where his brother was. When he last saw him, Dean had a shocked expression sculptured on his face, as they went through the corridor. He was as confused as Sam. Dean had called his name; probably needing some assurance Sam would be fine. " I couldn't answer".

The room he was in was exactly like the one they had shoved Dean in. Still weak, he approaches the door and knocks it hard. " Hey, can anyone hear me?" No answer. " I wanna see my brother!".

The help requests wouldn't leave him alone. Sam falls on his knees, rubbing his temples. " God!" Was that some kind of punishment? Gee, he never asked to be gifted, let alone be unable to use his gift when he needed them most. His powers could be sometimes a blessing and sometimes a curse. He felt like his head was going to explode.

Notwithstanding the continuous grumbling, he also felt a cold sensation, then he was sure, he wasn't in fact alone.

The place carried such a negative vibe. A huge amount of lives had been taken there and not all were trapped in a mirror. Like in the asylum, he was aware there were other spirits around. The cold air, the chilling sensation Sam felt, was due to their presence.

'Sammy…' He hard someone whispering close to his ears. ' Help us Sammy, make the pain go away…'

Sam could practically feel a cold touch on his skin, making him shudder. He sat at the corner of the room and embraced both his knees, lowering his head. He just wanted to be left alone.

" I can't…I can't. Please, stop". He begged. His voice mixed with some tears he could no longer hold back.

" I can't help". He whispered to himself. Not that Sam had no control of his gift, or that he didn't wanna help. The spirits had a strong influence toward him and Sam felt his chest heavy, with a burden he didn't wish to carry. A weird sadness feeling took him over; he had felt as sad when Jessica died, now he had to experience that again. Now he had to help himself and Dean. He needed to know where they were and if his brother was at even alive.

" Please, go away". The tears kept coming. The sad ness those spirits were bringing against his will was very uncomfortable. Sam was used to dealing with the supernatural and nothing of that was brand new for him, but…his mind was already so confused.

Outside the room:

The woman and one of the guys were observing through a monitor both rooms were the brothers were being held. They had no idea, that room had a simple though cruel purpose.

" I don't understand. Why can't we just kill them?" The big guy questioned.

" Don't underestimate them. The Winchesters are smarter than you imagine. Besides, the girl should be here soon…with a surprise for our boys".

" What about the father? The man is no fool".

" No, he is very clever. But, he gets blind when the issue is revenge. The bastard picked a fake trail, a little trick of mine and…he's following it".

" Let the fun begin then". Saying so, the guy pressed a button turning off the lights in the rooms, leaving the brother in a complete darkness.

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Jackie knew she no longer would have the control of her body. Just a few minutes had passed.

Of course, she knew, she had to fight to regain control. Her strength should be enough to expel the demon inside her. But what if she tried to hurt anyone? Or hurt the brothers?

She decided that was not the time to fight yet, she had to save her strength for now. It was a terrible feeling the lack of control. Eve worse was to compete with something evil for power. The power of her own mind.

" Sorry I had to do this Jackie. I need you by my side. Do you have any idea of how painful it is to me, seeing you alone?" He again came close to her and held her tight in a hug. " I can't afford to have you fighting against me my sister, we have to stay together".

" I'll never leave your side Daniel. I wished for this moment, more times than you'll ever know". The evil inside knew her desires; it had access to her mind. Indeed, Jackie cried for many nights in a row, wiashing she had had the chance to get to know Daniel. She wished to have a normal family, to have her brother and her parents alive. Loneliness was the worst of punishments. It could drive a person mad or lead them to stupid decisions.

Everybody needs human touch, we need to have someone to talk, love, touch and rely on. For so long, Jackie had none of that, no friends. The Winchesters came into her life as a blessing.

" There are no tragedies and hurts, no tears in my world. We don't play by men's rules Jackie. I've been roaming too long, hidden in the darkness". Daniel looks deeply into her eyes. " No more my dear, now I have you and I have my followers".

You're so lost my brother. Jackie heard his empty words. Daniel thought his world was powerful and painless. He couldn't be more mistaken. His world brought lots of pain into hers. If she had known sooner, that the demon had taken Daniel that night to turn him into some evil version of himself, she would have tried harder to hunt the fucking demon and send him back to hell.

Now, she had to find a way to get to Sam and Dean. This battle, she couldn't win alone, let alone, being possessed.

TBC…

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