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Carnival of Death

Chapter eleven

"Sam! Sammy!" Dean screamed into the phone. He had just put the last bunch of riders on the coaster and knew he'd get in trouble for leaving his booth but something was obviously wrong and he had to get to Sam. He ran over to the booth next to him "Bill watch my ride!" He shouted as he ran toward the mirror house.

Mirror House

"Sammy!" Dean yelled as he ran up the steps to the house. "Sammy you in there?"

When no on answered Dean looked frantically around the area, he wasn't even sure where Sam had called from. Maybe he had closed up the house and was on his way over to him. He could be anywhere.

"Sam!" Dean yelled again turning in a circle praying he'd see his brother.

He ran up and down the runway asking the workers if they had seen his brother anytime tonight. They told him they only saw him working at his booth; they hadn't seen him anywhere else.

"What's going on?" Kyle the boss asked when he saw Dean questioning the workers.

"My brother, I can't find him!"

"It's a big carnival, maybe you missed him, or maybe he's off with a girl somewhere."

"No…he tried to call me but we were cut off!"

"Your brother's a big boy, I'm sure he can take care of himself."

"The other people who disappeared around here families probably thought the same thing."

"Who are you?" Kyle looked at him suspiciously. "You a cop?"

"No, I'm not a cop."

"Then why do you care about the missing people? I heard you were asking questions back at the food tent about them. You related to one of them?"

"No….Look I just need to find my brother before he gets him." Dean looked frantically up and down the runway hoping to see Sam walking toward him with a big grin on his face for making him worry.

"Before who gets him?" Kyle asked. "What the hell's going on?"

"Never mind." Dean knew Kyle would think he was a lunatic if he tried to explain Sam's vision to him. "Please, you got to help me…The carnival's closing for the night, you got to give me some men to help look for Sam."

Kyle looked around.

"Okay, I'll have some of the guys who have already closed up take a look around." He then motioned a security guard over to join in the search.

"Thanks." Dean was already running down the runway shouting for his brother.

His search kept leading him back to the House of Mirrors. He could feel his whole body trembling as he looked into the semi darkness of the house. He took a few steps into it.

"Sam!" He shouted, and then took a few more steps, it was then he saw the blood on the frame of one of the mirrors and Sam's shotgun and cell phone lying on the floor. "Oh God…" He said softly as he looked into the mirror house. "Sammy!" He knew he had to swallow his fear, Sam might be hurt. He remembered Sam's instruction to always keep your right hand on the mirror and to just keep walking and you would eventually find your way out. Dean put his hand on the mirror and started into the house. His heart pounded and felt like it was going to break through his chest as he fought the claustrophobic feeling. A few minutes later he couldn't believe he had made it through the entire house without freaking out, he knew it was because his mind was on finding Sam and not on his fear. He was relieved he hadn't found Sam's body, but if he wasn't in the mirror house, where was he?

"Sammy." He said softly blinking back tears of worry and frustration. He had searched everywhere and didn't know where else to look. He was just about to go back to their trailer incase Sam was there when a splash of color and movement to his side caught his eye. He turned and looked into his brother's reflection.

TBC