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About a week had passed, and I heard nothing from either of the boys, and it was starting to concern me. They would normally phone with an update or help. But it was time to get off my ass, and go searching for them. This somewhat felt familiar. I had gotten dressed, and packed a duffel bag with clothes, and my grimoire. The only real issue would be finding out where they were. I had some energy conserved from not doing any magic for a few weeks, but again I shouldn't be like this.
I sat in front of my vanity mirrors, all new and unbroken. A dozen or so candles sat on the table, their wix's already burning. I inhaled deeply, channelling the extra source from each of the candles. My mind began to focus on both of the brothers, trying to sense where they could be. Just as I began the spell, each of the candles flames rose high, indicating I was channelling them. I raised my arm up, and my fingers touched the mirror. Upon impact, the mirror's reflection rippled out as if someone had dropped a small pebble into some water. The ripples faded but displayed not my reflection, but an image of two strong men. The Winchesters. This was somewhat the else part, but the next part wasn't going to be so much.
I inhaled deeply once again, readying myself for what must come next. I raised my arm back up and began to lean forward, the candles flames roared high. However, when my hand touched the mirror it did not hit the glass, but went straight on through.
"Ter per speculum," the words flew easily from my lips, but as soon as the last letter left my lips. I was sucked into the mirror at such a fast rate I had no time to process. However, the next thing I witnessed was coming fast to an incoming cubicle. I was spat out into a bathroom, as I slid across the bathroom floor, hitting my head onto the cubicle door.
"Ow," I groan out, bringing my hand up to my head, rubbing it briefly.
"Someone's in here!" A female's voice rang freely from the cubicle I hit. I scurried to my feet, wiping my clothes down. I adjusted the straps of my duffel bag, while I headed out of the bathroom. I came out into the sleazy bar that I saw within the mirror. The place was lively, and everyone was near enough dressed as goths. My heels clicked against the flooring as I made my way through the crowds. But my eyes were set at the bar, but I couldn't see either of the Winchesters. I had no clue what case they were currently on, but I was sure to find out soon enough.
Once I made it to the bar, I waved down a male bartender, and asked if he had seen two tall burly guys here. Giving him more of a description. Soon he realised who I was on about, and directed me to the back of the bar, in the alleyway. I stepped out into the night air, and quickly heard a commotion. I followed the noise to the source, and quickly found the back of Sam swinging his hand around using the machete in his hand to try to cut off the head of a vampire. Guess we're dealing with vampires. Of course he misses, as the vamp was taunting him. I rushed down, but the vamp saw me incoming, and decided to bolt. Using a nearby ladder to escape.
"Sammy," Dean spoke his brother's name softly, as I reached the pair. My eyes cast to Dean on the ground, blood smoothed his lips. My eyes widened quickly with the recognition of what had happened.
