Just two more chapters (possibly three) and this story will come to an end. Let's hope Lark can be successful in grabbing Christina's soul. But as always nothing ever is easy for a Winchester...or one that could be one. :)

God bless all of you who have helped me and I hope you all enjoy the rest of this.

Chapter 18

"...Help us..." a voice called from somewhere to Lark's left making her open her eyes. "...Help us please..."

Lark slowly sat up wondering where she was as the area was a mix of shapes and colors not allowing her any clear picture of her location. She gradually climbed to her feet trying to remember what she had been doing before she had blacked out.

"...Lark..." Dean's voice suddenly drifted around her. "...I'm here; I'll be waiting for you to wake up..." Lark looked confused.

Wake up? she thought trying to pinpoint Dean's voice. But the other voices that echoed made it hard for her to hear him. When did I fall asleep? Lark wondered rubbing the back of her head. She tried to remember the events that lead her into this dream state when she looked down and found the empty vial in her hand. Missouri gave me tea...and I drank this...; her mind buzzed with the memory and she knew what she needed to do.

"...Someone help us..." the voice came from several doors that were surprisingly quite easy to see. "...We want to leave..."

Lark swallowed hard as she gently took hold of the door handle and slowly turned it. The knob spun easily and creaked open. A swirling darkness appeared on the other side. She reluctantly pushed her hand into the mist and something or someone grabbed hold of her fingers before she was sent flying inside the mist and the door behind her slammed shut.

~DSCWIN~

Lark stumbled through the door her eyes trying to take in what she saw inside the room. Three large mirrors sat at the far end of the room. Lark gradually walked up towards them but stopped when the young girl stood in front of them wearing the cute ruffled dress and her hair was pulled in white butterfly barrettes.

"It's good to see you again!" the girl squealed jumping in place.

"Same here." Lark said with the same excitement but she couldn't keep her confusion away from her voice as well. "Where...?"

"You're in a room of mirrors." the child smiled. "Each mirror represents you own soul."

Lark, still confused, walked to the middle mirror and felt her mouth drop in shock. She was wearing a flowing dress looking lovingly into Dean's eyes who looks as though he was about to cry with happiness. She could see Sam, Bobby, Castiel and Christina in the background throwing flower petals into the air.

"It's...my wedding?" She said looking down at the child who was smiling at the mirror.

"Part of your soul wants to be side by side with Dean. You are in control of what happens. But if you desire something you shouldn't deny it."

Lark glanced back at the mirror and she did truly seemed happy. Her left hand was gently grabbed and was pulled until Lark was in front of another mirror. Inside it Lark was fighting an array of creatures while her friends lay on the ground in varies stages of pain. She wondered if this was saying she was a defender. A protector of her friends.

"You are a protector." The girl said as if she could hear Lark's thoughts. "You're much like Dean that way. You rarely care of your own safety but as long as your friends are protected you will be happy with whatever happens. Willing to sacrifice your life for them."

Lark smiled as she continued to stare at the mirror. She looked down at the young child who pulled her to the final mirror. As Lark stood there she saw two people she barely recognized. As she continued to stare at the mirror, at the two grown adults, they began to smile as someone Lark knew instantly. It was her as a child. She moved closer and saw the child moved closer inside.

"The last part of who you are." the child said softly. "Your parents help make up who you are." Lark felt her hand being gently pulled away from the mirror and towards the door to the room. "These three images make up who you are. You'll now forever remember who you are. But now you must save Christina before she's gone forever."

"...what?" Lark shook her head as she saw herself, as she was, reflected in the three mirrors. "What do you mean gone forever?"

"Find her soul." The door opened and Lark stepped out and into the hallway. As she turned around to admire the clarity of the space from before, the door behind her slammed shut and another door down the hall became clear. Lark quickly reached the other door and gently twisted the knob. Once again swirling black mist greeted her and Lark stepped through more confident then the last.

~DSCWIN~

Dean sat in front of the computer screen of the library, after Missouri had asked him to head out and get the information she desired. Dean had called Sam and had also asked him for help trying to find as much information on the man known as Spencer Owens, a lot quicker. He felt his cellphone start to buzz in his pocket and he pulled it out.

"What have you got?" He asked reading an article about the recent killings, of hunters and citizens alike, that were connected to Spencer Owens.

"Not a whole lot, I'm afraid." Sam said and Dean silently cursed. "Just the police report about his recent kills."

"That's what i found too." Dean said closing the tab and trying to think of anything that might help them. "How she doing?"

"She's alright. Asleep but Cas is keeping an eye on her. He'll let me know if something goes wrong."

"I hope Lark would hurry." Dean muttered closing the computer down before standing up. He noticed a young girl standing in the middle of the aisle looking up at him and smiled. Dean looked behind him wondering if the child was smiling at someone else, or if someone else noticed the girl. "Well, keep me posted on what you find out...if you find out anything."

"Will do." Sam hung up and Dean walked towards the child slowly, afraid to scare her away. But the girl just continued to smile before giggling and running down a set of aisles. Dean quickly moved after her careful not to knock into anyone who stood in his way. The little girl stopped at some stairs leading towards the basement and xerox machines. Dean stood there puzzled for a minute before carefully heading down the stairs until he reached a large collection of dust covered books.

Dean looked around the two aisles waiting to see that little girl, wanting her to explain why he was there, when he heard giggling at the table. The child was sitting there her feet dangling over the edge of the seats as she began to hum an hauntingly familiar song.

"Little girl?" Dean asked slowly moving towards her. She turned and smiled at him. "Are you supposed to be away from your parents?"

"I don't have any parents." the girl said matter of fact. "At least not yet."

Dean looked confused but glanced down at the dust covered book on the table.

"The answer you seek in here." the girl said gently poking the cover. "Good luck!" she chuckled before she vanished in front of Dean.

Dean took a minute to shake his head thinking the stress of what had been happening the last couple of weeks had finally made him snap. But as he opened the cover of the book that was on the table he slowly sat down to read what he had found.

~DSCWIN~

Lark emerged from the black veil and now stood out in a front yard with a peeling white picket fence and an old fashioned swing in a tree next to her. The house that was fenced in was a cute Victorian with dark brown shutters and tanned walls. Lilies and Daisies were in near rows next to the front porch. Lark almost felt like she was home as she stood there but jumped when she heard an odd rumbling behind her. Turning around she saw that a First Modeled Ford drove past and honked at a horse drawn carriage. Lark wanted to know what time she was in when the front door opened and her eyes went wide with freight. Spencer Owens stood at the door. He looked happy as he helped push an old fashioned wheelchair out and stopped it in the rays of the sun.

"Daddy." the young girl that sat in the wheelchair smiled up at the general direction of him and Spencer knelt down to hold her hands gently. "Must you leave for work? Why can't you stay today?"

"Because, Lilian." Spencer said with a smile as he gently picked up her hands and gently kissed them. "If I stay your grandmother will make me clean and not play with you. But don't worry about me not being here. Your friends will be here and they'll keep you company."

"Daddy?" Lilian said her face looking away from her father before her hands slowly began to gently run across his face. "Just so I can remember you."

Lark looked confused as well as heartbroken when she watched Spencer hug his little girl and stood up to leave. Something brushed against Lark as she saw a bright white light off the side of the porch. Spencer looked nervous as he cleared his throat.

"What are you doing here?" Spencer asked his voice trying to stay calm. Lilian's head tilted to the side wondering why she didn't feel another presence join them. Soft whispering came from the bright light and Spencer looked down warily at his daughter. "You know of my offer. You can enter my body as long as my daughter is not harmed in anyway." More whispering came and Lark moved her hand to cover her eyes as a flash of bright light engulfed her.

"Daddy?" Lilian called her voice starting to become scared. "Daddy? Are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm here child." Lark shivered as she started to move towards the porch wanting to be in between the devil Spencer Owens and the innocent child that was confined to a wheelchair. "Don't worry. I'm never going to leave you."

"S...Stay away from her!" Lark snarled her voice quivering with fear. The last time she faced him he was trapped in a circle of holy oil and fire. Here he was free to roam around. To vanish in a blink of an eye. Owens turned slowly to face Lark and smiled that same dark twisted smile.

"My, my, my." Owens sang gradually walking down the steps towards Lark. "I see you came to try and rescue your friend's soul. Are you not?"

"How can you be here? I thought they killed you?"

"Oh they did. But this is just a memory. A memory that you are controlling."

"How?"

Owens smiled and gently caressed Lark's cheek. Lark winced as if Owens had smeared something foul on her skin as he leaned in closer. You're wanting to know who I was before I came into this body. So that you can properly destroy me. But you can't. Spencer was foolish as he tried to help his daughter. That's why I had her soul too. After that...I stayed like this for years taking other people's souls before taking one more before my killing spree started."

"Whose soul did you take?" Lark asked already feeling she knew the answer.

"Spencer's himself. I may have taken control over his body but his soul was still intact. He was what fed on when souls were hard to come by. Or when I needed to stay 'Under the Radar' as you humans say."

"Why are you here then? Why do I feel like I need to save more souls then just Christy's?"

"Because you may not save hers. Somewhere deep down you don't want to save her. She's in your way of your own happily ever after." Owens' voice struck a nerve deep inside. Lark didn't think that about her sister at all. Yes, she did shoot me; she thought as she watched Owens turn around and started to walk back to the girl. But she will never want to be left in a place like this. Not with a monster like Owens still walking about...

Her eyes went wide. "Your old house..." she spoke suddenly taking a step back. "I'm in your old house. I didn't recognize it because I never went inside. Christy's trapped somewhere in this old house of yours."

Owens turned his face, twisting in malice his sneer looking more evil then any monster Lark had ever faced.

"You...little bitch..." Owens snarled turning around to face Lark and taking a step towards her. "You won't be able to save her. I won't let you leave this place."

"Daddy?" Lilian's voice caused Owens to freeze and turn his attention to the young child. "Don't forget who you were."

"What was I?" Owens taunted as Lark quietly began to make her way back to the door to escape and quiet as possible lock Owens inside this place.

"A good man. A great father. My best friend." Lilian's words seemed to have effected Owens as he grabbed his head and let out a mangled scream giving Lark the opportunity to run out of the room and back into the hallway.