>>>>Part 17
SAMS POINT OF VIEW
Dean has been in the mirror house for awhile. He told me to stay outside and keep watch, but I never listen. I go inside, trying to make my way through the maze. I see myself everywhere. I hear Dean's voice.
Finally I reach the middle, which is an open space surrounded by mirrors. Dean has his back turned, whispering things I cannot quite make out.
"Dean?" I call out.
Dean turns towards me. "Sammy. Help," he whimpers.
Thinking he's been hurt, I dash towards him, only to find Rayn, lying unconscious on the floor. "Dean, I..." I don't know how to get any words out.
"Sammy we have to help her," Dean looks down at Rayn, and back up at me. Guilt in his eyes.
I almost want to say no, but I can't. Not to Dean. If it were anybody else he was holding in his arms, I would've said we can't. But no. It is Dean, and it is Rayn.
"Of course Dean". I say. I rush down to help.
I put my hands over her leg. Small puddles of red soon become pools, and it's frightening.
Rayn struggles in and out of consciousness, and every time she wakes up, Dean is coaxing her, trying to keep her awake. I don't know who is hurting more at the moment.
Dean or Rayn.
30 MINUTES LATER
Rayn is still bleeding, but this time, it's all over the back seat of the Impala. Dean is there with her.
I keep my eyes on the road. A hospital is the only thing that can save her now.
Once we pull up to the front doors, Dean is out of the car faster than lightning. He carries Rayn inside, shouting at the medical personnel. One of the people in white takes Rayn from Dean and puts her on a gurrney.
He waves his hand and suddenly there are more white coats. When Rayn is taken away, I see Dean standing there. Just standing there.
