Chapter 6

"Who was that?" Dean asked, as Sam put his phone in his pocket.

"Oh, just this girl."

"A girl?"

"She's 18, Dean."

Dean just made a face as if to say: "Hey, go for it!"

"Dean. She just graduated from high school."

"Fine, whatever. Why were you talking to her on the phone?"

"Um, I'm kind of doing a hunt right now."

"Seriously?"

"Ya. There's a spirit in her mirror. It killed her parents."

"That's a shame."

"Ya."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. We don't even know if it's still in the mirror or not. But I'm staying with you guys tonight, so it has to wait."

There was a bit of an awkward pause, but Dean finally broke the silence. "Thanks for being here, Sam."

Sam woke up in the morning with a stiff neck. He couldn't believe he slept in a chair all night. An uncomfortable chair at that. He rubbed his eyes and looked over to see Dean watching TV.

"Hey," Sam said.

"Hey. You know they play Dawson's Creek in the mornings now?"

"Really?"

"Ya. Well, it's over now. But still. In the morning?"

"Hey, who's that guy? I didn't know he was on the show." The TV showed a good looking guy with longish hair and very nice eyes, talking into a microphone in front of a large audience.

"CJ or something. I think he's someone's boyfriend." Dean looked over at Sam and smiled.

"Sounds like an ex-boyfriend to me." CJ on the TV was talking about how a girl left a relationship for no reason.

"Whatever. He's cool."

"Ya. Sure."

Dean clicked the TV off and sighed. "What are you up to today?"

"I'm staying right here."

"Sam, I'm fine."

"Dad's not."

They both looked over at John and then back at each other.

"But there's nothing for you to do, here. There's nothing you can do. Dad wouldn't even know you were here, anyway."

Sam threw his arms in the air and paced across the room. "I just… I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing here. I don't know why any of this is happening!"

"You're supposed to be out there helping that girl. That's what you're supposed to be doing. This spirit killed her parents. Is she helping you with this?"

Sam nodded his head.

"You know why she's helping you?"

"No."

"The exact same reason we're here. We're after the thing that killed mom. And Jess. It killed the two closest people in our lives –" He stopped and looked over at his dad. "Well, you know. Two of the closest people. They're gone. Because of that damn evil spirit. And we want to drag that thing down and kill it 10 times worse that it ever killed anything. And make sure that it can never be around again. That's the same reason that this girl is doing this with you. Except she isn't as good at this as you are. So she can't do this without your help."

Talk about timing, that's when Sam's cell rang. "Dean, I know. I just… I can't leave you guys."

"You'd better answer that."

Sam pulled his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. "Hey, Sam."

"Hi. It's not too early is it?"

"No, it's ok. Can you hang on a sec?"

"Sure."

Sam covered the phone with his hand. "It's her," He said to Dean.

"Her name's Sam?"

"Ya. Samantha. Sam."

"Well I'll see you later then."

Sam didn't say anything.

"Look, I'll call you if anything happens. Or if dad wakes up. Ok?"

Sam still didn't answer.

"As your older brother, I am ordering you to leave. I am ordering you to go help this girl kill the spirit that killed her parents. Ok? Hurry up, you're keeping her waiting."

Sam put the phone back up to his ear. "You still there?"

"Ya."

"Ok, I'll be at your grandparents' in 20 minutes." Sam put his phone back in his pocket and looked back at Dean. One part of him was telling him to stay at the hospital, but another was telling him that he had to take care of this demon. He knew he would feel guilty for leaving his dad and Dean, but then again, he would feel guilty if he let Samantha down.

"You're not gone yet," Dean said, watching TV again.

"Ya, ok. Call me if dad wakes up."

"I will."

Sam pulled into the driveway to see Samantha sitting on the front porch. She smiled and stood up, made her way to the car. She bent down and stuck her head through the passenger window.

"How's your family?" She asked.

"They're ok. Well, my brother's ok."

"What about your dad?"

"He's been unconscious since the crash."

"I'm sorry. Do you want to go back?"

"No, it's ok. Let's just kill this thing."

"You got it." She opened the door and slid into the car.

Sam pulled out of the driveway. "I haven't done any research on this, I don't know how we're going to do this."

"Well I had some ideas for if it was in the mirror still. But if it isn't… I got nothing."

"What are your ideas?"

"Well, we could break the mirror. But then I thought that maybe if we did that-"

"It could make the thing multiply into how ever many pieces it broke into."

"Ya. But then I thought we could melt it. But then… we'd have to like, burn the house down."

"We need to find some way to trap it."

They pulled in closer to Samantha's house, bringing all the memories of her parents back. It hit her heart like a thousand knives.

"What if she's not in the mirror?" Samantha asked, worried.

"Actually I think it might be easier to kill it if it's out."

"Oh. Really?"

"Ya. If it's back in the mirror, we might need to bring it out, in order to kill it. It seems the simplest to me."

"Well how are you going to do that?"

"The same way as last time." Sam pulled a small laser pointer from his jeans pocket and held it up in front of him.

Samantha could feel the tears coming to her eyes, and start to blur her vision. But she had to deal with it. She had to move on. And she had to kill this thing. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and nodded. "Let's do it."