Soul Survivors
By
Valtira
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam or Dean Winchester, like everyone else I wish I did.
Chapter 22 Raging storm
"Four down two to go," Dean whispered to himself. Stepping beneath the previous years Homecoming Queen he started again. It only took a few seconds and the girl floated off the wall and into his arms. One more to go, he thought grimly. They had been lucky, Andrew or whatever creature he had become had not put in an appearance. With the girl sprawled over his left shoulder Dean went to work on the last boy's bonds. They snapped open with a sharp click.
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Mike ran for the door. Knowing what to expect now his arms released his burden as he stepped through the mirror. The misty figuresrose from his arms and shoulders and scurried from the house.
He didn't stop to watch or wonder where they had gone, he already knew. It was Sam and Christy that mattered now, glancing over his shoulder wondering if leaving the tired injured hunter was such a good idea?
Startled by a groan coming from the next room, he race to find the cause. Christy was sitting up her back to the wall as she rubbed the fog from her eyes. Confusion shone in their depths as she looked at him. "Mike," she whispered.
"Can you stand up we need to get out of here before Andrew comes back."
"Yes," she whispered and managed to push herself up on wobbly knees.
Grunting with the effort Mike gathered Sam close and lifted him onto his shoulder. The Sheriff took Christy by the hand and quickly made his way out of the building.
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The hair on the back of Dean's neck rose up. The enemy was coming and he was hunting. Dean was the prey! Grabbing the boy by the proverbial scruff of the neck Dean limped toward the mirrored doorway.
The air around him grew icy cold; he could feel the fury building in the dark mirrored depths. Andrew's raged filled the darkness, his words sharp and clear as he raced to intercept Dean. "They are mine, mine and you cannot have them," he screamed.
"Too late," Dean quipped as he stepped through the door.
Andrew flew through the shadows striking Dean hard in the back. The blow sent him tumbling forward the misty forms he held were set free and hovered in the air above searching for only a few seconds before they sped off seeking home. Dean rolled across the room and landed upside down against the far wall. A booted foot struck the mirror with an ominous crack. Dean opened his eyes expecting to see pieces of the mirror come tumbling at him. What he saw made him smile. Yes the mirror had cracked but not the mirror in front of him. He stared hard at the reflection in the mirror then glanced over his shoulder. The bottom edge of the mirrored doorway was cracked.
He had been right the mirrored doors reflection was the key. His booted foot kicked out once more and struck the doors reflection. A second crack appeared across the room.
Behind Dean Andrew leaped through the door trying to capture the souls Dean had freed before they could get away. When they flitted out of reach he roared in frustration and sought another target. The darkening glow separated itself from Andrew. It hovered high in the room its anger at loosing the souls fueling Andrew's rage.
He had no power to move objects in this world, but his body, honed by years of exercise was in itself a powerful weapon. Launching him across the distance Andrew slammed into Dean. Furious fists pounded at already aching ribs.
Dean twisted left and kicked upward his boot catching Andrew in the side of the head. Andrew fell backward dazed by the brutal blow a trickle of blood sliding down the side of his face. He shook his head trying to clear his vision before climbing back to his feet.
A sharp piercing cry escaped the glowing creature.
Dean was already on the move and looked up catching sight of the flickering light above his head. He sucked in a breath amazed by what he saw. The body of the creature was greenish gold. Its hair was a mass of tumbled locks with broken twigs sticking out at all angles. Tiny leaves covered its body but it was the wings, flicking angrily that gave the creatures identity away, a fairy, this one a soul shrieker. So this was the power behind Andrew. This was the cause of all the problems. They were nasty creatures and Dean had never encountered one before.
He groaned searching his mind for a way to stop the creature. Coming up blank, one thing at a time he grumbled. Picking up an overturned candle stick he smashed at the mirrored doors reflection once more.
Tiny minute cracks appeared in the reflection. Dean reared back for another blow when Andrew launched himself across the room and tackled him. They fell in a tangle of arms and legs kicking at the tables and chairs as they wrestled for control. Candles fell some of them flickered and died when the melted wax washed over them. Some of their wicks dimmed then flared brilliantly in the darkness fueled by the fresh oxygen and dark wood of the furniture.
Injured, exhausted, Dean was fast loosing ground. Andrew though slighter of build was furious and driven by insanity. Andrew had to be dealt with before he could finish closing the mirrored door.
The candlestick in his hand slammed into Andrew's stomach, driving him backwards. A flash of light from above sent Dean spinning sideways. Gasping for breath he barely managed to catch himself as Andrew came at him.
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Almost there, Please R & R, thanks
