So I only got one Review for the last chapter. Do you like it or should I just stop while I'm at it? I mean, people did Follow/Fav, but since I didn't get an opinion even from some of the 'regulars' I wasn't sure.

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Prfh – Muchas Gracias. I had to use Google Translate, but from what it told me you like my Fic, so thank you so much for the first Review. I'm glad you took the time.

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Nick

Millennia passed since the day I was killed the first time. Ever since then, I have of course died countless more times, but neither stuck for several reasons. One, I was the Archangel of freaking Death. It would be a bit redundant if I was to simply die. Two, neither of the people who tried to kill me had an Archangel's blade. It was the only thing that could harm me now. It had to be either my own blade or that of my older brothers, otherwise it had no effect. Maybe I could die if I impaled myself, but I never really got quite that desperate. Not yet at least.

Several centuries ago, I had started hunting the Supernatural. It came to the point where many of the community were aware of who I was, but not about the what. I doubted they would take to me much if they knew that I was an Angel from Heaven. Specifically one who got along with several of Hell's inhabitants. Yeah, it's better not to tell anyone.

I was also one of the Hunter's who considered themselves fair. I never killed anyone or anything that didn't deserve it. For example, I knew everything about the other kind of vampires and werewolves that were around, but to be honest? They kept mostly to themselves, so I had no reason to interfere and drag them into the spotlight. If no other Hunter came across them then who was I to argue?

One of those vampires I knew was Damon Salvatore. He was turned in 1864 when I was in a small town, looking into sightings of witches. It was quite funny really. We became friends surprisingly fast. He was hiding who he really was behind this jerk mask that almost no one could see through. Damon was one of the few people who were aware of who I was and how to contact me. Up until today, he never used the 'praying method' as he had dubbed it.

My phone started ringing when I was looking through some newspapers in search of a new hunt "Hello?"

"Hey, you told me to contact you when Bloody Mary resurfaces," Ash, a good friend and fellow Hunter said excitedly.

I frowned "I did? Oh, yeah right. Sorry. You got her then?"

"Nothing concrete, but a guy's eyes were liquefied."

"That does sound like Mary," I groaned. I really hated that bitch. She slipped through my fingers time and time again. I swear, that woman was worse than a bar of soap "Where?"

There was the sound of typing on the other end of the line "Toledo, Ohio. I sent you the info in a mail. Funeral is tomorrow."

I nodded "Thanks, Ash. I'm on my way there. I owe you one."

"You never do, Ray. Just let me know how it turned out," he pleaded "I always do love a good story and you promised you'd tell me the real story of Bloody Mary once she was dead."

"I did promise that, didn't I?" I sighed, ruffling my hair "Sure, why not. If she is gone, I'll come to the Roadhouse." I hung up the phone, revving the engine of my Land Rover Discovery and shot off towards Ohio. If traffic wasn't too bad, I could arrive there in a few hours. Thankfully, I wasn't too far.

As soon as I arrived, I checked into a Motel close to where the funeral would be held and relaxed for a bit.

The next day, I walked into the funeral along with two bloody tall guys. Well, they didn't look like family friends. The lack of black gave them away, since the rest of the attendees were all men in black suits and women in black dresses. Even I had snapped up a dress for the occasion, even though I usually preferred other clothing over it.

"Feel like we're underdressed," the shorter guy mumbled, walking through the house, towards the back. I followed them with curiosity. I'd bet you anything that those two stooges were Hunters. They didn't even dress up for a freaking funeral "You must be Donna, right?"

One of the older girls looked up, her eyes red from crying "Yeah."

"Hi, uh – We're really sorry," the taller one grimaced uncomfortably.

"Thank you."

The taller one nodded "I'm Sam, this is Dean. We worked with your dad."

Donna looked at her friend in confusion and then back to the two guys "You did?"

"Yeah," Dean cut in "The whole thing. I mean, a stroke."

I rolled my eyes at his lack of tact and shuffled a bit closer to the group "Are you alright?" I asked a young girl who was sitting with her back turned to the group.

She shook her head, tears spilling onto her cheeks "It's my fault he's dead."

I kneeled down in front of her "Now, I'm sure that's not true, is it?"

"Right before he died," she sniffled "I said it."

"Bloody Mary?" I guessed, seeing that I had the attention of the two guys as well "Listen, kid. It's not your fault, okay? You didn't kill him, so it's not your fault."

The girl shot up from her seat "But she took his eyes, that's what she does."

"That's not why Dad died," Donna soothed "She's right, Lily. This isn't your fault."

"I think your sister is right," Dean added "There's ni way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?"

Lily shook her her "No, I don't think so."

I talked a bit longer to the small family, assuring them that Bloody Mary had nothing to do with the death of her father, while I was sure that she actually did kill him. Most people didn't really know about Mary and what she did. They just assumed that she killed everyone who said her name three times in a mirror. As soon as I saw Sam and Dean sneak off, I followed them inconspicuously, now even more sure that they were just a bunch of Hunters who were trying their hand at hunting.

"The Bloody Mary Legend… Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?" I heard a voice question through the open bathroom door.

Dean frowned "Not that I know of."

"That's because it is true," I spoke up, leaning against the wall opposite of the door. The two men jumped and glared at me "Careful there. People might assume you're doing something illegal."

"Who are you?" the smaller man demanded.

I smirked "I'm a Hunter. Why else would I be here? I have been hunting for Mary for ages. Bit of a personal vendetta against that bitch."

"You're a Hunter?" Dean clarified, looking me up and down.

"Yes and I've been a Hunter for longer than you two have, so I'm offering once. Wanna join me on this hunt? If you don't then I'm going to kill that bitch and am out of here," I shrugged.

Sam tilted his head at me and exchanged a look with his brother "Sure, why not. We never worked with many other Hunters. I'm Sam Winchester, by the way. That's my brother Dean."

My head snapped up to them and I blinked "You're John's boys? I'm Samael, but you can call me Ray if you want."

"You know our father?"

I laughed "Who hasn't heard of John Winchester's desperate attempts to get to the yellow eyed demon. I'd say it's pathetic, but I'm kind of surprised that he's actually getting somewhere with his research – Well, getting somewhere without the name." Sam looked at me like a shiny new toy he wanted to squeeze for information at the next possibility "Listen, we can talk after Mary is dealt with, deal?"

"Deal," Sam nodded "So, it's weird, isn't it? I mean, everywhere else all over the country, kids will play Bloody Mary and as far as we know, nobody dies from it."

Dean examined the blood on the floor "Yeah, well, maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening."

"The place where the legend began?" Sam murmured in doubt. Dean shrugged and opened the medicine cabinet "But according to the legend, the person who says B – The person who says you know what gets it. But here –"

"Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah," Dean agreed.

"It doesn't work that way," I disagreed "Mary doesn't just kill. She only goes after the people who have a secret, a deadly secret. Most of the time…" I took down the mirror from the wall and ran my fingers over the back of it "Close the blinds, would you?" While Sam did what I asked, I got out a portable black-light torch and clicked it on "Bingo. Linda Shoemaker. From what I got she overdosed on medication and died. Apparently her husband had something to do with that."

"What are you doing up here?" a girl's voice demanded. I looked up from my examination of the mirror to see one of the girls who were with Donna earlier.

"We – we had to go to the bathroom," Dean stuttered.

I looked up at him "Really? I mean, seriously?"

"Who are you?" the girl asked.

"Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad," Dean explained.

The girl shook her head "He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself."

"No, I know, I meant –"

"And all those questions downstairs, what was that? So you tell me what's going on or I start screaming," she threatened.

I groaned out load "What is it with teenage girls threatening to start screaming? What happened to 'I call the cops' or something?"

"You really want to deal with the cops?" Sam asked me.

"Not necessarily, but I could…"

"Then do me a favour and shut up. All right," Sam sighed "We think something happened to Donna's dad."

"Yeah," she said "A stroke."

"That's not your typical stroke," Sam murmured "We think it might be something else."

I sighed, handing over the black-light torch to the girl "Here, look at the back of the mirror with this."

She stared at me weirdly, but knelt down "Oh my God. What does that mean?"

"I will explain this, but not here. Hopefully we can prevent someone else from dying if we take care of this now."

"Let's go to our motel then," Sam offered, looking at me and then at the other girl "I never got your name?"

"Charlie," she blinked "My name is Charlie."

The taller man held out his hand "Well, Charlie. I introduced myself earlier, but I'm Sam and that's Dean. The girl over there is… Ray?"

Half an hour later, we were at the boys' motel room, where I immediately threw myself on a bed "Okay, story time. Bloody Mary or Mary Worthington was a normal girl from Fort Wayne, Indiana in the early 1920s. She won several local beauty contests and I think she even wanted to become an actress. Had quite a bit of talent that one. Until March 1924, when someone broke into her apartment and murdered her by cutting out her eyes with a knife. Before she died in front of a mirror she had in her flat, she tried to spell out the killer's name. The police had a suspect, but nothing was ever proven. In revenge for her unsolved murder, Mary haunts the old mirror, killing people who are hiding secrets about unsolved deaths."

"How do you know so much about her?" Dean questioned curiously.

I shrugged "I'm a good Hunter, okay? I have my secrets about shit and that's one of them. I only met you today, so excuse me if I keep it to myself for now. Maybe someday I'll tell you. The important thing is that we know about Mary and about the mirror we have to look for."

"Sammy and I will look for the mirror," Dean told me firmly "I don't trust you."

I held up my hands in surrender "Do whatever you think, but I'm coming with you to kill her. Owe a few people that much."

"Fine," Sam agreed, hitting his brother when he was about to protest "You can come."

"You don't have to say that," I laughed "I know that it's a bit suspicious that I just popped up. If it makes you feel better then I have someone who can vouch for me? Someone you know pretty well, from what I hear."

"Oh yeah?"

"Bobby Singer," I shrugged "He's kind of the go-to guy when you need help with a hunt. I think he actually was the one who taught your father?"

Dean gripped the gun in his jacket pocket tightly "How do you know so much?" he demanded.

"Call Bobby. When he told you what you need to know then give me a call. I'm bringing Charlie back home and then we'll see," I placated him. I was aware that I was a bit of a… mystery. I came out of nowhere and knew shit that I shouldn't. That's just who I was. A garbage can full of information about Hunters and hunting. Sucks to be around for millennia with nothing to do. Someday you just start looking into shit and get sucked into a world you shouldn't be in. That sounds about right… "Come on, Charlie."

The girl got up from the chair and followed me to the door "Thank you for the offer. You know, no matter how crazy all of you sound… I believe you."

"Good to know," I teased, turning back to the Winchester boys for a second "I mean it. Call me, otherwise I'm finishing the hunt without you two." Outside the motel room, I slid into the driver's seat of my car, leaning back for a moment.

"Are you okay?" Charlie questioned carefully.

I startled, smiling at her "Yeah, sure. Sorry about that. Let's get you home."

"Can I – can I ask you something?"

"You just did," I grinned, starting up the car "What do you want to know."

Charlie fidgeted "How do you know so much about Mary and about those two guys? They didn't know about you."

I sighed "About Mary… I – I knew Mary when she was alive. Bright girl with an even brighter future ahead of her. I didn't want to tell Sam and Dean because they are Hunters as well. Shoot first, ask questions later was something their father always did. Never liked that guy much, but there were a few hunts we teamed up on."

"You know their father? Wait, how could you have been alive in the twenties?" Charlie frowned "You don't look much older than me."

"Listen, Charlie. There are more things on this Earth than you'll ever know. I just ask that you forget this has ever happened. Tell no one about the fact that spirits actually exist and you'll be fine. You can pretend," I beseeched her, parking at the side of the road in front of her house "And do yourself a favour and be more vigilant when it comes to strangers."

She grinned at me teasingly "You sound like my mom, but thank you. Bye."

"Goodbye, Charlie," I told her, driving off after she closed the passenger door behind her. After I got back to my own motel room, I didn't have to wait loch for Dean to call me. What surprised me though was that Dean was the one who called and he apologized for suspecting me. Apparently Bobby told them who I was and that both he and John worked with me on several occasions. Dean told me that he and Sam had found out where the mirror was and to meet them in front of the store. Mirror store… Why wasn't I more surprised?

When I arrived at the store, I saw Sam trying to pick the lock of the door "Dean, Sam."

"Ray," Dean greeted as the door opened, revealing the hundreds of mirrors "Well… that's just great." He pulled out a picture of Mary's dead body to look at the mirror "Alright, let's start looking."

We split up and I immediately spotted the mirror I had once upon a time given the aspiring actress. It was a beautiful piece of art that really fit to the girl it belonged to. She loved that damn thing before she died and became… that. A vengeful spirit hell bent on revenge "I found it."

"That's it?" Dean asked, pulling out the picture to compare the mirrors "You sure about this?"

I frowned "About what?"

Sam pulled me to the side and angled himself to face the mirror "Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." He hesitated and picked up a crowbar "Bloody Mary."

A light come through the window of the store, so Dean spoke up "I'll go check that out. Stay here, be careful. Don't let anything happen to Sam. I'm trusting you on this Ray."

"Go ahead. Your brother will be fine," I promised. The smaller man nodded, crawling away towards the front door.

Sam's fingers had tightened over the crowbar and I leaned in closer to him "Smash the mirrors she's in. I need her out of it to do something and I can't see her. Got it?"

He nodded and whirled around when he heard a breath. Soon Sam started smashing several mirrors until he was facing Mary's "Come on," he whispered "Come into this one." A minute later, he started looking at his reflection oddly. His breathing was getting harsher and a trickle of blood was coming out of his eyes. The crowbar dropped to the ground, followed closely by Sam.

Shit! It didn't seem like he could do anything anymore "Damn," I curse, picking up the crowbar "I'm sorry, Mary. I have to do this." I smashed the mirror just as Dean came running back in.

"Sam," he called, shaking his brother "Sammy."

Sam groaned and looked up at us. His face was full of blood and I grimaced "It's Sam."

"Get out of here," I told both of them "I'll deal with Mary."

"What are you talking about?" Dean questioned "The mirror is destroyed. She's gone."

I snorted "I wish. Out, now!" Dean stared at me for a second and nodded, putting one of his brother's arms over his neck. As they began to walk away, I turned back to the mirror, only to see Mary crawling out of the broken frame "Oh God. Hello, Mary. It's been a while." I ignored her wide eyed look as I moved closer to the spirit "You did good, love. It's time to rest now. Okay?" One touch from me had Mary falling to her knees and onto the glass "Shh. You can see the light, can't you? Reach out for it, Mary. Your murder was avenged when that bastard died. Do you understand? He is punished." The girl looked up at me, her lips moving, before her hand reached out towards her left "That's right. Go into the light."

A sharp flash and she was gone forever.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and joined the two boys outside. They were breathing heavily and Sam's eyes were still slightly bloody "It's done."

"What did you do?" Sam tilted his head.

I shrugged "Put her to rest. Peacefully. She's where she was supposed to be all along. In Heaven."

Dean blinked "Huh. Who are you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know? Maybe one day I'll tell you. I'm sure we'll run into each other again, but for now. Good work," I complimented, holding out my hand for them to shake.

"Thanks," Sam mumbled "It was nice to meet you, Ray."

I smiled, nodding my head at Dean "Until someday. Goodbye."

So… I have planned that she already knows Elijah from a few centuries earlier, but they never really talked much before she meets him during Season Two of Vampire Diaries.

What do you think of that?

Nick