Chapter Four
~In the Mind~
Dark and Damien stood across from each other. He knew how long it had been since Celine trapped him here, but he was also aware of how she was trying to get him to believe he had been here for much longer. Did she think the passage of time would break him? That, if enough time had passed, he would come groveling back to her? Did she really think he was weak enough for that to happen?
But she had already gotten into his head, hadn't she? He had to admit, she had some power over him. She had to have been messing with him the whole time. It was the only explanation as to why he had let his guard down around Amy.
Amy.
"Not this again," Dark said, breaking the silence. He didn't need to talk, but Damien could feel Dark getting worried. It seemed like he worried a lot when it came to the subject of Amy.
"Love is a weakness," Dark went on, walking in a circle around Damien. "Admitting feelings for her is the same as admitting defeat."
"Is it really?" Damien asked. "She can deny it, but I stole her heart from Mark. I won."
Dark stopped in front of Damien once again. "I thought the plan was to kill Mark," he said. "Instead, I keep thinking about her! We don't have time for this!"
"Celine says differently."
"Celine can go to hell."
"She won't be in the way much longer," Damien said. "I can contact Amy. If she lets me in, escape is imminent."
"She'll let us in?"
"Me," Damien corrected then grabbed Dark, the two of them becoming one once again. "And I won't give her a choice."
Not this time.
~Kansas~
When Sam walked back into the room where Castiel was still working, he wasn't surprised to see Dean there. The only surprising thing was that Dean hadn't been around earlier. Dean looked up at Sam as he walked in. Sam already knew what was on his mind.
"I had a dream that may or may not be a warning that Darkiplier's back," Sam said. The look on Dean's face said he already knew. Of course. Castiel wouldn't have kept anything from him.
And then there was the fact that every paper in front of Dean now explained the obvious.
"Was it like your hunch last time?" Dean asked. "I thought Celine was supposed to have prevented him from coming back?"
"You didn't trust her from the start, Dean," Sam said. Dean opened his mouth, but then nodded in agreement and left it at that. Sam walked over to Castiel's side of the table. "I just got off the phone with Mark and Amy. Apparently Mark has started having dreams."
"The same type?" Cas asked.
Sam shook his head. "He said they felt like memories, but he didn't recognize anything," he said. He glanced over at Dean. "A red flag went up for me when I heard that."
Castiel remained silent, but Dean spoke up. "Are you saying that Mark IS the Mark Dark's after?" he asked. "The one that stole Damien's body?"
Castiel appeared confused. "How many Marks have you come across?"
"Just the one," Sam replied. "It can be a bit confusing sometimes."
"Celine's been in contact with a hell of a lot more," Dean said. "Out of everyone, she would know, but she was sure Mark isn't him."
"Just because she tried to get him to remember and he didn't," Sam said. "There might be a lot more connected to his memory loss." He looked at Castiel. "Did you tell him -"
"Dark's a big, bad darkness from another world, yeah," Dean said. "That's what I don't get. The darkness was Amara and she's gone. Shouldn't we have heard about this other darkness? Surely she would have said something about a copycat."
"There were only certain angels who knew," Castiel said. "And they were instructed to keep it quiet. Once it was trapped in another world, it was forgotten."
"Forgotten?" Dean said. "Then how do you know about it?"
"I was there."
"So you just decided not to tell us -"
"As far as he knew, Dark was trapped for good," Sam cut in. "If it wasn't for these symbols, it never would have come up."
"What exactly are these symbols?"
Sam looked at Cas to explain. "At first I thought it was a spell," the angel began. "But the more I deciphered, the more it didn't make sense."
Sam peered down at the papers Cas was working on. "What does it say?" he asked.
"It's a cry for help," Castiel said then moved the paper so Sam and Dean could both see it. There wasn't much to the words, but something about it sent a chill down Sam's spine:
Get me out of the mirror.
