Soul Survivors
By
Valtira
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam or Dean Winchester, like everyone else I wish I did.
Chapter 23 Nemesis
Outside Mike gently laid Sam in the grass. Though Christy was fully conscious she was still disoriented and leaned heavily against the side of the truck. Mike caught her as her knees buckled. Lifting her into his arms he settled her inside the truck before reaching for the radio.
"Beth, I need backup and an ambulance at the old Grayson place and make it quick."
"10-4 Sheriff, they are on their way, ETA, ten minutes."
"Thanks Beth," Mike sighed gratefully.
Mike stood up wanting to check on Sam when Christy reached for him. "Hold me," she whispered. "Hold me tight, don't ever let me go."
"I'm here Christy, I'm here."
A few feet away Sam struggled back to consciousness. He bolted to a sitting position looking around. 'Where was Dean,' he wondered silently. His eyes sought the house. A thin wisp of smoke filtered into the air. Pushing himself up, he stumbled toward the house, his body growing stronger with each stride. Adrenalin hot and potent pumped through his system. Soon he was running up the stairs and into Amelia's room. Dean lay on the floor struggling for breath. Andrew's hands were wrapped around his throat.
Running into the room Sam leaped the short distance smashing into Andrew.
The tight grip loosened from around Dean's neck as the three men rolled toward the mirrored door in a tangle of arms and legs.
Dean managed to untangle himself. His voice raspy he shouted at his brother. "Hold him Sam I need to take care of the doorway.
Head pounding Sam nodded and rolled to his feet Andrew close beside him. With a roar of anger Andrew charged swinging hard with his right fist. Sam ducked low punching out with a left then a right to Andrew's gut. Andrew staggered back gasping for air.
A sudden shriek from the air above him made Sam glance up. The soul shrieker was loosing his puppet. He could not hope to stand against the two hunters. They were too strong for him to control. The first was even now hammering at the mirrored doors reflection doing his best to close the gate.
The dark outline of the fairy made Sam's eyes widen in surprise. One last shriek sent the glowing form streaking from the room – gone, but not forgotten.
Another shriek of anger this time from Andrew drew Sam's attention back to the fight. Andrew drove in loosing all sense of caution as his rage took over.
He came high and Sam dropped to the floor and kicked upward. His right foot caught Andrew in the chest. Andrew's momentum carried him into a high arc over Sam and through the mirrored doorway into the shadows behind.
Andrew screamed in pain as the sharp pieces of the broken mirror cut into his arms and neck. He wasn't done yet. Rolling into the shadows he leaped to his feet and into the door.
Dean hit the mirrored doors reflection. It was a spider web of cracks. With a final swing he aimed for the mirror itself not the reflection. He heard the roar as the mirrored door exploded. He turned to find Sam and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Find cover, its going to blow."
Sam leaped backward into the corner of the room away from the blast but not before he caught sight of Andrew as he tried to come through the mirror. He dropped into a ball protecting his face from the explosion
Andrew's eyes were wide with shock and fear. He was caught in the mirrored door now. The spider web of lines had captured the doors energy holding him tightly within its strands. Andrew was unable to come through or go back. All around him he could feel the energy building, tearing at him before it finally exploded. Pieced of the mirror were flung into the room, his horror filled reflection forever reflected in the mirror.
Directly in front of the doorway Dean was caught in the blast. The explosion threw him backwards and showered him with sharp pieces of glass. He hit the wall hard and dropped like a stone to the hard glassy surface of the floor. The dark abyss of unconsciousness seized him.
Sam moaned and rolled away from the wall and the hot flames of the candles that were now out of control. They licked at the dark heavy curtains devouring them as the fire crept higher. The glossy surface of the wooden furniture simmered and bubbled from the heat. The wall behind the bed was in flames, the mirrors melting away the dry wood behind them catching quickly - feeding the fire's hunger.
Crawling the few feet to his brother's side Sam didn't have time for niceties. The fire was licking at their heels. Smoke was hovering in the room drawing close with each breath he took. He coughed but ignored the burning in his lungs as he lifted Dean to his shoulder.
Staggering beneath the weight Sam stumbled from the room his precious burden still and silent.
oooOOOooo
Mike looked down in surprise, Sam was gone.
"Christy, I have to leave for a few minutes, Sam and Dean need help."
Releasing her hold on him she nodded through misty eyes. "Find them Mike, bring them back."
Swearing softly Mike ran. The smoke was rising in a thick billowy cloud from the side of the house. He didn't have time to call for a fire truck, he had to find them. He started up the stairs only to see Sam coming down and sighed in relief.
Sam had a death grip on the railing, his knees trembled his head was spinning like a top but he couldn't let anything stop him. Startled Sam nearly went down when Mike stepped close.
"I've got you Sam," he whispered.
