Soul Survivors

By

Valtira

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam or Dean Winchester, like everyone else I wish I did.

Chapter 18 Hunt the Hunter

He crowed in triumph when Sam went down. Rushing through the shadows he slipped through the mirrored door and ran to where Sam had fallen. None too gently he grabbed Sam's arms and pulled him toward the mirrored door. Together they slipped into the shadows.

The glowing creature suddenly appeared hovering beside Andrew. Reading the boys scattered thoughts a high pitched cackle filled the shadows. His hand wove symbols of power and Sam's body shot into the air. Andrew crowed in delight, he hung his enemy high – tracing circles around his wrists and ankles where ethereal chains suddenly appeared. Each movement he made mirrored the glowing creatures own.

He crowed in pleasure, another soul to torment, but he had one more target to find before his triumph would be complete. His body grew light as he wended his way through the mirrored shadows hunting his quarry. The glowing creature led the way. Their last encounter had sent his enemy to the hospital. It was there he would find his victim. This time he would not be so lucky. Andrew wanted his enemy dead, the creature wanted his soul. The trail he followed was dark now, no mirror or reflective glass to light his path. But he knew the way, had been all through the little town hundreds of times.

Sam stirred restlessly coming back to consciousness slowly. When he opened his eyes the world spun crazily. He closed his eyes willing the spinning and dizziness to stop. Slowly he opened his eyes again. What he saw confused his fogged mind. Five bodies hung on the wall beside him. He recognized them immediately and growled angrily when he tried to move, only to find his own arms and legs pinned to the wall. But he was different from them somehow? He could see the wall through their bodies. They were spirits while his body was real. "What the hell kind of world was this," he grumbled in anger.

Looking down he saw the chains, his brow wrinkled in confusion. He could see his skin through the chains. It dawned on him that the chains might not be real? Wriggling his wrists he tested the theory only to find his hands stuck fast.

His head ached, and he was finding it difficult to concentrate but Sam knew he had to find a way out of the chains. 'What use psychic abilities if he couldn't control them,' he had heard Dean joke about it several time.

Taking a deep breath he concentrated hard on the chains encircling his right wrist. He imagined a lightening bolt severing the chairs. Seconds later he yelped in surprise, his right wrist free but stinging badly from the burn. He sucked on the burn hoping to relieve the stinging pain.

He crowed in triumph, but knew he had to find a less destructive way of cutting through the chains. Imagining a pair of bolt cutters he zapped the chains on his left wrist then ankles. He didn't stop to think how far down the floor was. Yelping in surprise Sam fell. Banging the back of his head against the wall he saw stars and nearly lost consciousness again, but the sound of footsteps snapped him back and into a defensive stance. Andrew was returning!