Soul Survivors

By

Valtira

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

Chapter 21 Misty morning

The doorway was easy to see from the shadow side. Light from a hundred candles poured through the mirrored door. He stepped through taking Sam and Christy with him. He sucked in a breath when the misty form of the woman he loved glowed brightly. Eyes wide he watched it float into the room, spinning slowly upward. Christy's form continued to spin and moved away from him.

The mist seemed to stop and hover for a second before darting out the door. Mike ran, holding tight to Sam as he followed.

He came to a skidding halt beside Christy's prone body. For a few seconds the mist of Christy's soul hovered above her. He could feel the sigh of relief as soul and body were joined once more.

Christy shook, her body wrapping in on itself as she sucked in a deep breath.

"Christy," Mike whispered, "Come on baby time to wake up."

He heard her groan and saw her eyes flicker, but she didn't wake.

He wanted desperately to stay with her, but Dean was injured and still in the shadows, vulnerable to Andrew and there were four more teenagers to rescue. Gently he lay Sam down beside Christy and rushed back into Amelia's room. Taking a deep breath he plunged through the door. It was easier this time, no shock of passage greeted his body only a tingling sensation coursed through him.

Dean stood in frustration, he'd imagined scissor, a hacksaw and was about to try a chainsaw when Mike came back.

"Hurry up," Mike hissed.

"You want to give this dreaming shit a try," Dean asked sarcastically.

"Yeah," Mike snapped back.

Closing his eyes, Mike imagined a lock picking tool in his hands. Visualizing Melinda's hands and the chains and lock holding her he skillfully picked the lock. Soon one, two, three then all four locks burst free

Seeing the movement of the sheriff's hands Dean got the picture. He was pretty good at picking locks, the skill picked up from a homeless man he'd saved from a poltergeist. "Show off," Dean snarled.

Mike chuckled, catching Melinda as she floated down from her prison on the wall.

Dean didn't bother closing his eyes, but pictured his hands working the locks. The Erickson boy floated down next into Mike's waiting arms.

"Sheriff, get those two out of here, then get Sam and Christy out to the car. I'll take care of these two. Dean turned back to the wall not waiting to see if Mike would follow his orders.

Mike stood rooted to the spot not wanting to leave Dean behind alone to face Andrew if he came back.

"Go, I'll be fine," the hunter growled.

Mike went reluctantly.

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