Soul Survivors

By

Valtira

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

Chapter 20 A startling discovery

It had to be here he knew it was here, he had only to find it. With the gun in his right hand, his left came up to lean against the mirror searching for the door.

"What do you want me to do," Mike asked quickly?

"Search the mirrors," Dean replied, "The door has got to be in this room.

"Search the mirrors," Mike grumbled beneath his breath, "How the hell do I search the mirrors?"

"Google it," Dean quipped, "How the hell do I know."

He heard Mike growl, "You're the Ghost Hunter," Mike grumbled, "Your supposed to know these things."

"What do I look like an encyclopedia of the Supernatural," he grimaced beneath his breath? "That would be Sam."

Dean chirped in surprise as his searching hand slipped from the hard face of one mirror into the watery surface of the mirrored door. He fell through unable to stop his momentum. His injured leg couldn't support the sudden change and collapsed beneath him.

Mike turned hearing a slight commotion to find only Dean's foot sticking out of the wall. "What the hell…" Grumbling he was tired of hearing himself say those words.

Crossing the room he stood in front of the door as Dean's foot slipped inside and disappeared.

Dean grunted but pushed himself back to his feet. He grinned evilly when he saw Mike standing in front of him. The initial sting of crossing through was gone, now it was someone else's turn. Starting in surprise he stared over Mike's shoulder. Across the room he saw himself clearly reflected in the mirror. Mike was not. Only the back of his left arm could be seen in the mirrored panel next to the door's reflection. He knew in an instant this was the key to destroying the doorway. Right now he had to find Sam and free the others.

Reaching out with his good hand Dean slipped it through the mirror and back into the room. Grabbing the Sheriff by the front of the shirt He pulled him through.

He heard Mike's grunt of surprise; the echo of fear sliding along the sound made Dean chuckle when he heard the strained tones of his voice muttering, "Oh Shit."

Unprepared for the pull Mike stumbled forward into the mirror and huffed with anger when he saw Dean standing on the other side. He opened his mouth to swear at the jokester.

Dean's hand came up shushing him, grinning widely at Mike's discomfort. Turning left he motioned Mike to follow. Hoping this was the way back he was unprepared for the attack and hit the ground hard when a flying body slammed into him him.

He grunted in pain ready to retaliate when he saw Sam sitting on the floor beside him. "Dammit Sammy that hurt," he grumbled.

"Sorry, thought you were him," Sam's voice was weak the darkness was creeping closer with each passing second. He managed to glare his frustration at his brother saying, "What the hell are you doing here, out of the hospital I mean," Sam chided.

"You called, I came," Dean grinned. "But I can see you didn't need me after all."

Sam cocked his head to the side in wonder, guessing that their bond now was something more than mere brotherhood. "I do need you Dean," he whispered on a choking sob, "Always have, and always will."

Dean's eyes widened, for some unaccountable reason he was torn between hugging his brother tight and dropping him on the floor. He choose neither, saying. "I'm here Sammy."

"Sam," the young hunter hissed.

Dean chuckled, back on solid ground.

Mike broke in asking, "Where is 'him'?" Reaching down, he tilted Sam's head to the side, hissing when he saw the lump and the cut behind the young man's ear.

He shrugged. "I don't know," Sam answered for the first time feeling the bump on the back of his head and the trickle of blood staining his collar. He tried climbing to his feet but his body would not respond, his knees buckled and he went down straight into Dean's arms.

"Hey kid, stay with me," Dean pleaded, but his brothers eyes were glazed with pain and clouded over. "Sam, don't pass out on me now buddy boy," Dean cajoled.

Tired eyes fluttered open, "No choice," Sam grinned.

"We've got to get the others down and out of here before he gets back," Dean whispered.

"How do you propose to do that," Mike asked as he stared at the chains binding the teenagers and Christy to the wall.

"Dream it," Sam whispered.

"Dream what," Mike grumbled.

"Watch," Sam replied faintly. With his hands outstretched he imagined the bolt cutters again and snipped quickly at the chains. But even dreaming took energy and he used the last of it to cut Christy's chains away. Sam's body went slack in Dean's arms.

Dean reached up feeling for a pulse he took a deep breath in relief when he found it, weak and thready but it was there.

Mike caught Christy as the chains binding her were cut free. Her body fell away from the wall, and floated into his waiting arms. She weighed barely anything and he could see his hands through her body as he held her close. Shaken by everything he'd seen and done Mike tried to shake his fear away, it was eating at him making him weak. He had to focus, this wasn't really a dream and people were counting on him. After experiencing this hazy world behind the mirror, he would never again question anyone's belief in ghost or vampires.

Dean stared at the four teenagers on the wall. "Get Sam and Christy out of here Sheriff while I'll figure out how to cut the others down."

"Roger," Mike whispered. Gently he picked up Sam's unconscious body, expecting the same ethereal, misty feel. He was surprised to find Sam's flesh cold and clammy unlike Christy's. Hers had been warm and silky smooth. Sam was real flesh and blood. The body he held in his other arm, Christy's was not.