Chapter 8
Sam crashed on the bed as soon as he got back to the motel. He didn't even get under the covers. He let out a big long sigh of relief and went straight to sleep.
A bang on the door startled Sam and he woke up with a jump. He rubbed his eyes and tried to remember where he was. When he was finally awake, he slowly walked across the room and opened the door.
"Dean."
"I got discharged this morning."
"What time is it?"
"Noon." They both just looked at each other for a second. "Dad's awake."
Sam was afraid to talk to his dad. He had no idea what he was supposed to say. He didn't even know what he wanted to say. He walked into the hospital room with Dean and finished his way up to his dad's bed, on his own.
"Hey Sam," John said quietly.
"Hey." He pulled up a chair and sat down. "How are you feeling?"
"Uh, good, considering. I guess."
"Well I'm glad you're awake."
"I'm glad you didn't get banged up too bad. Dean tells me you're doing a hunt."
"Well… Kind of. I mean… Well… Ya."
Sam and Dean were on their way to the motel after John insisted numerous times that they leave and focus on the hunt.
"So what's the story with this thing, again?" Dean asked.
"There was a spirit living in Samantha's mirror, but she came out and killed her parents."
"So what are we going to do?"
"I was just thinking that we need to trap it somehow."
"With mirrors she isn't familiar with."
"That's what I was thinking. But will it work?"
"It's worth a try."
They got to the motel and sat down, not sure where to start. Everything that was happening was just so crazy. Sam didn't know what to think about anything. His head was swimming with thoughts and images of all different kinds of things. Things that had to do with what was going on, and things that were of no relevance. He wanted to take his mind off his dad but he didn't know how. Any time he thought of something else, it would just remind him of him. He couldn't help it. He buried his face in his hands and tried not cry. He had done enough crying in the past few days. He started rubbing his eyes and Dean couldn't help but notice.
"Sam, you ok?"
He just nodded his head, not saying anything.
"You having another vision or something?"
Sam shook his head and covered his face with hands again.
"Sam."
"I'm fine, Dean! Ok?"
"You need to cool off." Dean opened the door. "I'm taking the rental."
"Where are you going?"
But Dean didn't answer. He just left and closed the door behind him.
"Dammit." Sam laid back on the bed and closed his eyes.
"Sam wake up."
Sam heard Dean saying something but he couldn't make it out.
"Sam."
Was it even Dean?
"Sam!"
Sam woke up and saw Dean standing over him. "Hey," He said.
"Hi." He handed him his cell phone. "You left this in the car and Samantha called."
"Is she on the phone right now?" Sam sat up and took the cell from Dean.
"No, I said you'd call her back."
"Thanks." Sam dialed her number and waited for her to pick up. He noticed that it was now dark outside, at he was looking around.
"Hello?" Samantha answered the phone.
"Hey, it's Sam."
"Hey. Someone else died."
"At your house?"
"Ya. We need to stop this thing."
"Ya sure. My brother's ok, so he's going to help, too."
"Great. The more skilled demon hunters there are, the better I feel."
They both chuckled a little and decided that Sam and Dean would leave in a few minutes to pick her up.
"So you know what you're doing?" Dean asked, on the way to Samantha's house.
"Ya," She said, sounding a little nervous.
"Sammy, you know what you're doing?"
"Dean, we do this all the time."
"Fine."
They pulled up in front of Samantha's house and started pulling full length mirrors out of the car. Samantha had a hard time lifting hers.
"Just drag it," Dean said, seeing she was having trouble. She nodded and dragged it up the driveway as Sam and Dean carried theirs.
They slowly walked into the house, looking around constantly.
"Stay in between me and Sam," Dean said to Samantha. They all walked closely to Samantha so nothing would happen to her.
Samantha was freaking out inside her head. She couldn't believe that she was going to kill a demon! If someone asked her before this, if she would do this, she would have said that she would run the other way as fast as she could. But she was doing this. She was helping two very gorgeous guys kill an evil supernatural spirit. Crazy. She looked at Sam and then at Dean. They looked so brave, like they weren't even worried about getting hurt. Like they knew what they were doing. Really like they did this for a living. She had no idea how they could do this every day. She had a lot of respect for them.
"I see her," Dean whispered.
Samantha gasped and closed her eyes.
The spirit started walking toward them and Samantha couldn't take it. She dropped her mirror and started running for the front door.
"Sam, don't!" Sam screamed at her. But it was too late. The spirit flew through the air at lightning speed and actually went inside Samantha. She flew across the room and landed on her back. "Samantha?" Sam walked over to her to see if she was ok. He was about 4 feet away from her, when she suddenly sat up, showing a bloody mouth and red eyes. He jumped back a bit from being startled, and turned to Dean for help.
"What do we do now?" Dean asked. That wasn't what Sam was hoping his older brother would say.
