Title: Mirror, Mirror pt. 1/7

Author: Deathangelgw

Author email: deathangelgw@gmail.com

Disclaimer: The boys aren’t mine, they’re Kripke’s. Damnit! No sue!

Word Count: 21,086 words

Warnings: AU, spoilers through second season, slash, incest, angst, dark, humor, fluff, BDSM, D/s, threesome, blood, violence, gore, language, exhibitionism, voyeurism very slight OOC.  (Warnings will be posted for each chapter when needed)

Rating: R-NC-17 throughout.

Pairings: Dean/Sam, Sam/Dean, Dean/Sam/Dean

Spoilers: as stated, through Second Season.

Summary: What happens when you go through a mirror? Sam has to find a way to fix it!

Beta: Dearest Maryann...how I wub you...

A/N: For the J2/SPN Big Bang contest. To be posted on my LJ and website. Thanks for reading and feedback is much lurved!

‘thoughts’

‘What the fuck are we doing dealing with mirrors again?’ Dean’s thoughts soured even more as he and Sam looked around the house in Newark, Delaware that was filled with various types of mirrors. Big, small, ornate, plain, they were all there, mocking him with identical images of himself and his brother. Sighing, he stopped and rubbed his forehead. “Sam, are you sure this is the place?” he asked again as he glared at the mirrors and was glared back in turn by his images.

“Yea, I am. We gotta find the silver mirror. That’s where the Narcissus Curse would have started,” Sam answered as he glanced around.

“Well we better find it. These damn things are creepy enough as it is,” Dean growled out as he started walking again among the glittering pieces. He stopped though as he saw a shadow shift between two of the mirrors. “Sam!” he hissed out as he brought his rifle up.

Sam caught his eye and tilted his head towards another of the aisles and crept down it while Dean headed down the aisle he’d seen the shadow near. He stopped though as he came before a gold trimmed mirror that held pearl and black onyx in the decorative leaves and vines that were climbing its panes. He stared at it and squinted a bit as the image of himself straightened up and smirked at him. He blinked in surprise as he straightened up himself, and then looked up as he saw a shadow loom up behind him.

With a shout, he whirled around and fired off his rifle just as a two by four board hit him across the head. He grunted as he stumbled back and crashed into the mirror behind him as the sounds of shattering glass filled the room. A high pitched wail reverberated in the air followed by Sam’s shout as Dean felt himself land hard on the ground and glass fell on and around him while his rifle went skittering across the floor. He curled up after he landed and shuddered, feeling like he was being torn in two before blackness welled up and drowned him, taking away the pain.

His world was suddenly shaken into place by a large hand on his shoulder and Sam’s frantic voice. “...ean! Dean, man wake up! Dean!”

Dean’s eyes flew open suddenly and he blinked rapidly as he gasped noisily for air. He coughed and tried to focus, finding everything blurry and doubled until he centered on Sam, who was hovering over him worriedly. The glint of firelight flickered over Sam’s worried features and he coughed again before trying to speak. “Sammy?” His voice was rough and felt like he’d swallowed some of that glass that he’d landed in, cutting his throat and making his head throb. He groaned and curled up a bit before he was being lifted roughly by his brother. “Wha happened?” he managed and coughed again before spitting out some blood. Must have hurt something internally...

“I heard your shout and you firing then saw the mirror we were looking for shatter and reassemble itself. The kid who started it all had hit you and tried to get me, but I managed to break the mirror and burn it. The kid’s ok, just a bit confused as to how he got here,” Sam explained softly as he held Dean steady against him amidst the broken glass. “What about you?” he asked as he checked his brother over with a careful hand, brushing away the glass that was spread over Dean’s back here and there.

“It’s a bit hard to breathe and my head’s hurting, but outside of that, I’m feeling just fine and fucking dandy,” Dean replied with a growl and coughed again before grimacing. “Something in my back, man,” he managed as he hunched forward.

Stilling as he saw the six inch long piece of jagged glass sticking from between his brother’s ribs under the right shoulder blade, Sam swallowed hard. “Oh man, this is bad. We need to get you to a hospital,” he murmured before helping Dean up carefully, wincing when Dean grunted in pain as the glass dug in a bit deeper.

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” Dean bit out before he was swung up onto Sam’s shoulders in a fireman’s hold. “You need to watch the doughnuts man...you’re putting on an ass,” he quipped through gritted teeth as they left the house and headed for the Impala.

Snorting, Sam lightly slapped his brother’s thigh in retort. “Like you should talk, Mr. ‘I need to stuff my face constantly’,” he responded and grinned as Dean huffed slightly in pain.

“I do *not* stuff my face! Besides...those were good macaroons!” Dean protested as he was set onto the ground and then laid out on his stomach in the back seat.

Sam stopped and grinned. “Thanks. I try,” he said quietly, beaming at the praise that Dean had given his cooking. It wasn’t often, but it was something to treasure when it did happen. He got into the car after making sure that his brother would be comfortable and as steady as he could be, given the circumstances, and then headed for the hospital. He just hoped that everything would be all right.

*~*~*

Dean grunted as he woke up and coughed lightly before turning onto his side with the sound of glass crunching around him echoing his movements. He looked up blearily and dusted off his hands before rubbing his eyes to try and clear them up. “Sammy? Where are you?” he called thickly before standing and looking around. He stepped through the frame of the golden mirror that he’d crashed through and started searching for his brother. He stopped though as he came upon the smoldering ruins of the mirror that they must have been searching for. 'Sam must have dealt with this,' he thought and frowned in consideration. His gaze traveled back to the golden frame and it was like he understood then what had happened as it whispered to him of his potential.

He smirked then and looked around slowly, taking in his image in the surrounding mirrors. He glanced down at his body and then at his hands and cocked an eyebrow, impressed. He cracked his neck and grabbed his rifle before heading for the exit. Time to hit the town.

*~*~*

Sam paced in the waiting area, arms tightly crossed over his chest as he waited on news of his brother’s condition. He looked up and stopped as he heard a throat clearing, then moved to where the doctor who had taken Dean to surgery was waiting. “Doc, is he going to be ok?” he asked urgently, his voice low as the hum of people, machines, and rolling beds continued on around them.

Smiling as he nodded, the dark haired doctor clapped a hand on Sam’s upper arm. “Your brother suffered a punctured lung as well as several contusions from his fall into that mirror that you told me about. He had a mild concussion from whoever had hit him, but he should be ok. I’m going to keep him here for two days to make sure the lung heals enough before he leaves. You can see him now, room three ten,” he explained and grinned as Sam sighed in relief.

Dimples showing as he smiled at the doctor, Sam shook the older man’s hand. “Thanks so much, doc.  I owe you one,” he said huskily before heading down the hall to his brother’s room. He knocked lightly and entered as he saw Dean’s smile. He brushed off the uneasy feeling the sight of that brought on and put it down to the drugs that his brother was probably hopped up on. “Hey. Doc says you can go in two days. Try not to cause any trouble,” he commented softly as he pulled over a chair and straddled it next to his brother’s bedside.

“Yea, yea, I know. But...they did a good job and the view’s nice, so it’s ok,” Dean retorted with a shrug and smiled again. His head lolled a bit on the pillow as he glanced over at Sam. “Ya did good, Sam. Thanks for covering for me,” he complimented unexpectedly and grinned as Sam sat back a bit in surprise.

“Um...yea sure, thanks. I...are you feeling ok?” Sam asked uncertainly as he eyed his brother suspiciously.

“Yea, m’fine. Just a bit hazy, ya know? Drugs and all. Don’t go all geeky on it, ok? Might hurt that brain of yours,” Dean teased him and snickered, which forced a wince as it jarred his injuries.

“Ok...well um, you have my number, so call if you need anything else. I’m going to make sure that the job is done and then I’ll visit tomorrow, ok?” Sam said as he stood up. He reached over and touched his brother’s hand, smiling as Dean smiled dopily up at him. “Take it easy, ok?”

“God, you’re worse than a fucking mother hen...go! I’ll be good. I promise not to hit on more than one hot nurse at a time, ok? Maybe...maybe I’ll even be good and not hit on that hot doctor I saw earlier,” Dean replied before waggling his eyebrows. He waved a hand dismissively. “Go on...and go get laid, would ya? You’ve been uptight since the last time and it’s getting annoying. Oh, and find my rifle. I dropped it I think...” he ordered in parting.

Laughing lightly, Sam squeezed Dean’s shoulder before turning and leaving the hospital. At least his brother was in better spirits. He’d been rather low ever since their run in with the demon formerly known as Meg and all the shit that she’d dragged up.  He’d been expecting Dean to be silent and berating himself for having flunked out on the job, but he’d been rather....upbeat. Smiling as he started the car, Sam headed for the mirror house to make sure that their target had been destroyed completely.

He arrived there and went inside carefully, flicking his flashlight everywhere as he walked through the reflecting aisles. Dean hadn’t been the only one to be creeped out by all of the mirrors. He’d been expecting Bloody Mary to show up all of a sudden even though they had taken her out in another city, not that that might stop anything. He came upon the mirror that had held the Narcissus Curse and bent to make sure it had been completely burned and that all the glass had melted.

It had been a tough curse to figure out as well. Someone with low self esteem had to look into a particular mirror and say ‘Mirror mirror on the wall. Who is the fairest one of all?’ Once it had been activated, the person would be possessed and would slash the faces of whoever was considered prettier than them, usually killing them. Three high school students had died before they’d arrived.  ‘The kid musta thought that Dean was prettier than him, which was why he’d attacked. Better not tell Dean that...’ Sam thought in amusement before standing and going towards where Dean had fallen.

He looked around for Dean’s rifle by the mirror that he could have sworn Dean had fallen through. But there were no shards of glass and definitely no rifle near the empty frame. Frowning, he straightened and studied the mirror, noting the symbols that were carved into the pearl and onyx decorations along the frame. He touched one that was near a shard and frowned as he saw blood on it. ‘Must be Dean’s. Better clean things up here,’ he decided before taking out his hanky and cleaning the edge of it and along the floor. He stopped though as he found some bloody finger prints on the frame. Dean hadn’t touched the frame...

Shaking his head, he cleaned the spot and stood up, deciding he needed a drink. He knew of a bar that was near their hotel that would do just fine. Heading out of the house and locking it as he left, Sam went to the Impala, trying not to think too much on what he’d found. Dean was recovering and they’d be on the road soon for another hunt. They just had to take it easy. ‘Maybe I should get laid like he suggested...’ he considered tiredly, then shrugged and cracked his neck. Not everything was about sex.

He arrived at the local bar and got out before going inside for a well deserved drink or five. Entering in, he glanced around before heading to the bar. He had just sat down and ordered a beer before a familiar laugh floated towards him along with an unfamiliar female laugh. Blinking in shock, he looked over towards a darker booth where he caught a glimpse of Dean, or what he thought looked like Dean, sitting with a rather busty gorgeous blonde on his lap that was giggling at something he whispered to her. Their heads were bent together, obscuring Sam’s full view of his brother’s face, but he was almost sure of it. That was Dean! Before he could go over though, Dean stood with the young lady and headed out, completely absorbed in her as he smirked the way he would when he knew he was getting some that night.

Confused, Sam took a swig of his beer and shook his head. With a flip, his cell was open and he had Dean’s room number dialed before he could think. There was a length of silence as it rang before it clicked as it was picked up.

“...'lo?”

“Dean? Did I wake you?” Sam asked softly as he felt relief wash through him.

“S’ok, little bro. 'at’s wrong?” Dean slurred out, which confused Sam once again since it sounded like Dean was drunk.

“N-Nothing, I guess. Just...just um checking up on ya,” Sam replied and faked a smile even though Dean couldn’t see it.

“Such a girl, Sammy...m’goin’ to sleep, k?” Dean mumbled before hanging up on Sam.

“Ok...” Sam swallowed hard and put his phone away before draining his beer and waving for a shot of tequila. It was just the job...he so needed to get laid...

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