Soul Survivors
By
Valtira
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam or Dean Winchester, like everyone else I wish I did.
Chapter 19 Through the looking glass
Mike and Dean strode silently through the house. Dean again warned the Sheriff about not looking into the mirrors. It only took them a few minutes to clear the ground floor before heading upstairs. They took the opposite track from Sam and Christy, finding Andrew's room first.
It was Mike who found Christy's unconscious form lying on the floor. He hissed in fear feeling for a pulse. She was alive. "I need to get her to the hospital," he growled.
Dean turned swiftly catching the Sheriff's shoulder as he moved to lift Christy into his arms. "A hospital isn't going to help her, we have to find Andrew, it's the only way you are going to get her back."
Mike was hard pressed to stem his emotions. Anger and fury warred with fear as he looked at Dean. This whole ghost hunting, soul stealing thing was way above reach. He didn't understand, maybe didn't want to understand this darker side of life. He had enough darkness to contend with. Being a sheriff he had seen everything, from murder to rape and it wasn't pretty. This whole mess was foreign to him. Taking a deep breath he lightly caressed Christy cheek vowing to bring her home. Steeling himself Mike sucked in a breath and nodded to Dean.
Dean sighed, it was hard, damned hard for someone to understand something they couldn't see, feel or touch. But sheer determination drove the Sheriff, and Dean knew he could count on him. He might not understand what was happening, but he was willing to fight for those he loved.
They crossed the hall and stepped into Amelia's room. It was Dean's turn to suck in a deep breath and blow it out in a low whistle of surprise. This was the place. He knew it in his bones. This room was the key to Andrew's power.
Hundreds of candles lit the room, the sickly sweet scent was nearly overpowering. His good arm came up to cover his nose and mouth cutting off the smell. "Mirror, mirror on the wall," he chanted silently.
"What the hell…" Mike whispered. "Where do I look now the whole damn place is one big mirror?"
"Don't let your eyes rest in one place too long, if you see a face, look away… and duck," Dean added remembering Andrews vivid attack on him.
"Duck," Mike growled!
Dean had no choice but to ignore his own words. His eyes searched the mirrors, stepping closer he peered into the nearest one. He cupped his hands around his eyes effectively cutting off the light, making it easier to see what was behind the mirror, he didn't expect what he found.
They were there, they were all there, the teenagers, Christy where was Sam.
"I found them, their all here, in the mirror," he snarled. Snuffing out a candle he dragged the silver stand off the table and reared back. The force of the blow smashed the mirror, but he growled in frustration to find only a blank wall behind it. No door, no gate that would lead him inside.
