Chapter Three / / Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary

The Winchesters were still clueless on their father's whereabouts. They lacked a lead, and each were getting tired and frustrated as their father failed to just answer the goddamn phone. But in the mean time, they were not only on the hunt for John, but they were also taking as many hunts for supernatural creatures as they could. They had dealt with a spirit haunting a lake, who was terrorizing his childhood bullies and their families by drowning them. After that, they hunted a demon who was getting its kicks off plane destruction, possessing passengers so it could cause the plane to crash. There had been a lot of driving, which meant Andie was again cramped in the backseat for miles. But she found some relief at the moment, as she sat shotgun, while Sam was sprawled out across the backseats, passed out. She gripped their latest hunt in her hands, or rather what drew them to the conclusion that there was a possible hunt. Steven Shoemaker's obituary. It said little on his death, but there was the couple sentences late in the article which Dean had circled, stating that the man's eyes were gone when his daughter found him dead.

"It says they're having a service for him at two," Andie read.

"I know," Dean replied simply.

"You know?" Andie stared at her brother with her head tilted and her brows furrowed, then she let out an 'ah', nodding. "You already knew that."

Dean smiled small. "Why do you think we left so early? I sure didn't want to."

"Alright, so we're gonna crash a funeral?" Andie asked.

"Wasn't that idea you were getting at?" he questioned, glancing once towards his sister's direction.

She shrugged. "I'm just asking."

Dean opened his mouth to say something more, as he pulled in front of the hospital, but he was cut off as Sam started to fidget in the backseat, groaning, and softly calling out Jess's name in his sleep. He was suffering from another nightmare. As they got worse and Sam continued to receive a lack of sleep, Andie felt almost as if she was swimming in guilt. She knew it was stupid, somewhere in the back of her mind, but she couldn't help blame herself at least a little for her recurring nightmare of Jessica's death. She should have warned Sam. But warned Sam what? Hey, I know we haven't talked in years, and you probably think I hate you, but by the way, I keep dreaming about your girlfriend dying. Andie hadn't even known that Jessica was his girlfriend at the time though. Part of her believed it was all silly. She couldn't have known. But there was another part in her that knew from the start that they were never just dreams. So, now, here Sam was, nightmare after nightmare, dreaming about his dead girlfriend when Andie could have done something to change it. So, yeah, all she saw was that she was to blame for Jess's death.

As Sam continued to flail around, still whispering Jessica's name, Dean alternated his eyes from his brother to his sister. "Sam. Sam. Sammy!"

Andie rolled up the newspaper article in her hands, then shifted herself, so she was facing the backseat, leaning towards Sam, as she whacked him in the head. "Sammy, wake up!"

Sam awoke, confused. His eyes opened to his twin's smiling face, greeting him with a "Good morning, sunshine", before flipping back around towards the front.

"I take it I was having a nightmare?" Sam guessed.

"Yeah, another one," Dean emphasized.

"Are you alright?" Andie asked.

Sam didn't answer, but instead offered, "At least I got some sleep."

"You know, sooner or later, we're gonna have to talk about this," Dean told him.

"Are we here?" Sam asked, glancing around.

"Yup," Dean responded, "Welcome to Toledo, Ohio."

Sam grabbed the newspaper article off from the floor, where Andie had dropped it. He gave it quick read over, then asked, "So what do you think really happened to this guy?"

"That's what we're gonna find out."

In the morgue's office, the Winchesters first passed one desk, empty and with a name tag which read, Dr. D. Feiklowicz. At the desk beside it, there was a middle-aged man.

"Hey," the middle-aged morgue technician greeted the three.

"Hey," Dean responded back.

"Can I help you?" the man asked.

"Yeah. We're the, uh..."

"Med students," Andie finished.

Dean nodded. "Right, the med students."

The morgue technician continued to stare. "Sorry?"

"Oh Doctor Figlavitch didn't tell you?" Dean asked, stumbling over the name from the other desk, "We talked to him on the phone. He, uh, we're from Ohio State. He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper."

"Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch," the morgue technician explained.

"Oh, well, he said, uh...oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?" Dean asked.

"Sorry, I can't," the man said, "Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want."

"An hour?" Dean echoed, "Oh. We've gotta be heading back to Columbus by then." He looked over at his siblings.

"Yeah, we've got that class," Andie added lamely.

"Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out—" Dean tried again.

"Uh, look, man, no."

Dean laughed a little as he turned around, grumbling something along the lines of, "I'm gonna hit him in the face I swear."

Sam stepped forward, patting Dean on the arm as he pushed him away. He took out his wallet, and laid out a at least five twenties on to the table in front of the morgue technician.

The morgue technician, with a feeling of satisfaction, picked up the money from off of the desk, and instructed, "Follow me." He got up from the desk, and headed for where the Shoemaker corpse was being held. Sam started after him, but Dean grabbed on to his brother's arm, stopping him. Andie stopped as well, watching her brothers' interaction.

"Dude, I earned that money," Dean protested.

"You won it in a poker game," Sam retorted.

"Yeah."

Sam turned away, and followed after the morgue technician, with Andie and Dean both walking behind, and entering the room where the morgue technician had rolled out the body.

"Now, the newspaper said his daughter found him," Sam said to the man," She said his eyes were bleeding."

The morgue technician, with his hands now covered in gloves, folded back the sheet over the body. Under the sheet revealed two empty eye sockets.

"More than that. They practically liquefied."

"Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?" Dean asked.

"Nope," the morgue tech answered, "Besides the daughter, he was all alone."

"What's the official cause of death?" Sam interrogated.

"Ah, Doc's not sure," he answered, "He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure."

"What do you mean?"

"Intense cerebral bleeding," the man said, "This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."

"What causes that?" Andie wondered.

"Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims."

"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked.

"That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor."

"Hey, think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh, our paper."

"I'm not really supposed to show you that."

Sam once again yanked out his wallet.

The three siblings entered the home, which had belonged to Steven Shoemaker. The address of the house had been printed along with the obituary, stating that the wake was a 'welcome all'. They asked an older man where to find Shoemaker's daughter, and he pointed them towards the backyard to where a group of teenage daughters sat.

"You must be Donna, right?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," one of the girls spoke up.

"Hi, uh, we're really sorry," Sam apologized.

"Thank you."

"I'm Sam, this is Dean, and this is Andie," Sam said, "We worked with your dad."

Donna looked at the two other girls, then back at the Winchesters. "You did?"

"Yeah. This whole thing. I mean, a stroke," Dean started.

"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now," one of the other girls cut him off.

"It's okay. I'm okay," Donna reassured.

"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" Dean asked.

Donna shook her head. "No."

The girl beside Donna spun around. "That's because it wasn't a stroke."

"Lily, don't say that," Donna patronized.

"What?" Sam questioned.

Donna looked up at Sam. "I'm sorry. She's just upset."

"No, it happened because of me," Lily said.

"Sweetie, it didn't."

Sam crossed over to Lily, and knelt in front of her, asking softly, "Lily, why would you say something like that?"

"Right before he died, I said it."

"Said what?" Andie asked.

"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror," she explained, "She took his eyes, that's what she does."

"That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault," Donna comforted her sister.

"I think your sister's right, Lily," Dean added, "There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?"

"No, I don't think so."

Excusing themselves, the Winchesters returned inside the home, and sneaked themselves up the stairs and into the bathroom, even though there was an obvious unspoken rule not to enter. Sam pushed open the door, revealing blood stains still on the floor. "The Bloody Mary legend," he stated, "Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?"

Dean switched on the light. "Not that I know of."

"I mean, everywhere all over the country, kids will play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it."

"Yeah, well, maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening."

"The place where the legend began?" Sam offered.

Andie scoffed. "In Toledo, Ohio?"

Dean shrugged and swung open the door to the medicine cabinet.

"But according to the legend, the person who says—" Sam stopped, as he shot himself a look into the mirror attached to the cabinet door. He slammed it shut. "The person who says you know what gets it. But here—"

"The father got it," Andie completed.

"Right."

"Never heard anything like that before," Dean said, "Still, the guy did did right in front of the mirror, and his daughter's right. The way the legend goes, you know who scratches your eyes out."

"It's worth checking in to," Sam said.

The three froze as they heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. They ran to the door, where one of the girls from downstairs appeared.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked.

"We—we, had to go the bathroom," Dean lied.

"Who are you?"

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

"He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself."

"No, I know, I mean—"

The girl stopped him. "And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that? So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming."

"Alright, alright. We think something happened to Donna's dad," Sam answered truthfully.

"Yeah, a stroke."

"No, not a stroke," Andie said.

Sam stepped in front of his twin sister. "That's not the typical stroke. We think it might be something else."

"Like what?" she questioned.

"Honestly? We don't know yet," Sam told her, "But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth."

"So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead," Dean said.

"Who are you, cops?" she asked.

Dean shared a look with his brother and sister. "Something like that."

"I'll tell you what. Here." Sam reached into his pocket, and pulled out a piece of scrap paper and a pen, and scribbled down his phone number on to the paper. "If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary, just give us a call." Sam handed her the paper, walking past her beside Dean and Andie.

The Winchesters found themselves on a hunt for a woman who was the supposed Bloody Mary, but they found themselves coming up empty. Dean and Andie sat at the motel kitchen table, covered in articles and books over the years, searching for anything that may relate. Sam had fallen asleep on one of the beds, but when he gasped out, both Dean and Andie glanced over to find him awake.

"Why'd you let me fall asleep?" Sam asked.

"'Cause I'm an awesome brother," Dean answered.

"What'd you dream about?" Andie questioned.

"Lollipops and candy canes," her twin replied.

"Yeah, sure," Dean responded , unconvinced.

Sam looked over. "Did you find anything?"

"Oh besides a whole new level of frustration? No," Dean said sarcastically. "We've looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror."

"A giant mirror fell on to a man named Dave," Andie added.

"But no Mary's."

Sam fell back on to the bed. "Maybe we just haven't found it yet."

"Well, get your ass over here and help, 'cause we've got nothing," Andie said, pushing away the articles with a feeling of her eyes were burning from staring too long at the words.

"I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area," Dean said, "You know, eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing. Whatever's happening here, maybe it ain't Mary."

Sam's phone began to ring, to which he answered. "Hello?" He was silent for a moment, listening to whoever was on the other end, but then was a look of concern across his face.

Waiting on the ledge outside the newly deceased Jill was the three Winchesters siblings. The curtain from inside was pushed to the side, as Charlie, the girl Sam had given his phone number to at the funeral, appeared. She had called Sam, informing him of the news that Jill, Donna's other friend, had passed away, her eyes missing like Steven Shoemaker's had, after saying 'Bloody Mary' into the bathroom mirror.

Charlie lifted up the window, and Sam crawled in first. Andie went in after him, and Dean passed her a duffel bag as he climbed over the windowsill.

"What did you tell Jill's mom?" Sam asked Charlie.

"Just that I need some time alone with Jill's pictures and things," she explained, "I hate lying to her."

Dean and Andie took to shutting the curtains, as Sam took out the hand-held digital camera from the duffel.

"Trust us, this is for the greater good," Dean told her. "Hit the lights."

Andie bounced to the wall, where the light switch sat, and flicked it off.

"What are you guys looking for?" Charlie asked.

"We'll let you know as soon as we find it," Dean said.

Sam held out the camera towards his brother. "Hey, night vision." Dean hit a button, turning the camera screen to a glowing green. "Perfect."

Noticing the camera was aimed towards him, Dean smirked, "Do I look like Paris Hilton?"

Sam walked over to Jill's closet door, opening it to reveal a mirror. He began to film around the edges of the glass. "So, I don't get it. I mean, the first victim didn't summon Mary, and the second victim did. How's she choosing them?"

Dean was tracing the room, holding an EMF meter in his hand. "Beats me." He looked over at Charlie. "I want to know why Jill said it in the first place."

"It's just a joke," she said quietly.

"It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye," Andie sing-sang. Realizing just what she said, she grimaced. "Literally."

"Somebody's gonna say it again. It's just a matter of time," Dean said.

"Hey," Sam called from the bathroom. "There's a black light in the trunk, right?"

"Yeah," Dean answered.

"I think I found something."

Dean and Andie met him at the bathroom doorway, and Sam pointed the camera back at the light spot he found. It appeared as if blood was dripping from the back of the mirror, but was only visible using the night vision.

"I'm on it," Dean said, turning back towards the window, which he crawled back down, and towards the car.

"What is it?" Charlie asked, leaning forward as Sam took the mirror off from the wall, placing it on to the bed.

"You'll see," Andie said, matter of factually.

Dean came back through the window moments later, shutting the curtains again, and threw Sam the black light.

Sam shined the light at the mirror, while Andie peeled away at the brown paper covering the back of the mirror, revealing a hand print, and 'Gary Bryman' written beside it.

"Gary Bryman?" Charlie read.

Charlie claimed to not know of a Gary Bryman, so Dean did some research and learned that Gary Bryman had been an eight-year-old killed in a hit-and-run by a black Toyota Camry, which Charlie exclaimed, "Jill drove that car!" With that new information, the Winchesters and Charlie returned to the Shoemaker home where they found Linda Shoemaker written on the back of the upstairs mirror with another hand print. But even with this new lead, they were still stuck.

"Wait, wait, wait, you're doing a nationwide search?" Sam asked, turning away from the articles they had pinned on to one of the motel walls.

"Yep. The NCIC, the FBI database," Dean said, starting at the laptop screen. "At this point, any Mary who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me."

Sam walked over to the table, where his siblings were, and sat in the chair between them. "But she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town."

Andie crossed her arms, leaning back against her chair. "There's nothing, nobody named Mary in his town with any relation to a mirror as far as I can tell."

"So unless you got a better idea," Dean started.

"The way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern," Sam said.

"I know, I was thinking the same thing."

"With Mr. Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run—"

"Both had secrets where people died."

"Right," Sam agreed, "I mean there's a lot of folklore about mirrors, that they reveal all your lies, all your secrets, that they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why it's bad luck to break them."

"Right, right. So maybe if you've got a secret, I mean like a really nasty one where someone died, then Mary sees it, and punishes you for it," Dean added.

"Whether you're the one who summoned her or not."

Andie frowned, taking in everything her brothers had just spurted out. She realized, thinking that she was the perfect target for Mary, all because of her dumbass dreams. She was withholding information Sam and Dean, making it a secret, and Jessica was dead. She was just what Bloody Mary was going after.

"Take a look at this." Dean pushed the laptop screen towards Sam. He motioned for Andie to take a look at it, but when he realized she wasn't moving, he asked her, "You okay?"

Andie snapped back to reality. "Yeah." She walked over to behind Sam. On the screen, was a picture of a dead woman in front a mirror, with a hand print and the 'Tre' written in blood on the glass. Sam juxtaposed the computer screen with the photos he had taken on his phone at the crime scenes. "Look like the same hand print."

"Her name was Mary Worthington, an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana," Dean explained.

After speaking to the detective who had been on the case of Mary Worthington's death, Sam learned of a way to get in touch with Mary's family, so they could get that mirror. But unfortunately, Mary's brother informed him that just one week ago, he had sold it a store called Estate Antiques, which rested in Toledo.

"So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" Dean suggested.

"Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow," Sam said.

"Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" Dean asked.

"Yeah there is," Sam answered, "Yeah, when someone would die in a house, people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped."

"So Mary dies in front of a mirror, and it draws in her spirit."

"But she's moving from mirror to mirror," Andie pointed out. "Is there actually a mirror world?"

"I don't know, but if the mirror is the source. I say we find it and smash it," Dean said.

"Yeah, I don't know, maybe," Sam said, still unsure. His phone began to rang, which he answered. "Hello?" There was a pause, then, "Charlie?"

Charlie had called nervous and frantic, claiming that Bloody Mary was after her, so the Winchesters had picked her up from the school's front courtyard. They had brought her back to the motel room they were staying, and shut all the curtains, flipped the mirrors over, and did anything they good to block any reflective surface.

Sam sat next to Charlie on the bed, who had her head in between her knees. "Hey, hey, it's okay. Hey, you can open your eyes, Charlie. It's okay, alright?"

Charlie looked up slowly.

"Now listen, you're stay right here on this bed, and you're not gonna look at glass, or anything else that has a reflection, okay? And as long as you do that, she cannot get you," Sam continued, whispering gently.

"But I can't keep that up forever." Charlie paused, "I'm gonna die, aren't I?"

"Well—"

Sam cut off his twin, not knowing where she was going with that, and he didn't want to know. He glared at her. "No." Sam then turned back to Charlie. 'No. Not anytime soon."

Dean sat down on the bed as well. "Alright, Charlie. We need to know what happened."

"We were in the bathroom. Donna said it," she explained.

"That's not what we're talking about." Charlie glanced over at Dean. "Something happened, didn't it? In your life, a secret, where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it?"

"I had this boyfriend. I loved him. But he kind of scared me too, you know?" she told, "And one night, at his house, we got in this fight. Then I broke up with him, and he got upset, and he said he needed me and he loved me, and he said "Charlie, if you walk out that door right now, I'm gonna kill myself." And you know what I said? I said "Go ahead." And I left. How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just...I didn't believe him, you know? I should have." Charlie put her back in between her knees, as she began to cry.

"You know, her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault," Dean mentioned.

They were back in the car, heading towards the antique store where Mary's mirror was. They needed to destroy that thing before it was sold again to some other town.

"You know as well as I do, spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, Dean," Sam said, "Charlie had a secret, someone died, that's good enough for Mary."

"I guess."

"You know, I've been thinking," Sam started, "It might not be enough to just smash that mirror."

Dean looked over at Sam in the passenger seat. "Why, what do you mean?"

"Well, Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean she moves around from mirror to mirror so who's to say that she's not just gonna keep hiding in them forever?" Sam said, "So maybe we should try to pin her down, you know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it."

"Well, how do you know that's going to work?" Dean asked.

"I don't, not for sure," Sam honestly told him.

"Well, who's gonna summon her?" Dean questioned.

Both of the twins' voices spoke up, "I will."

Dean glanced back and forth between his brother and sister, confused, then he said, "You know what", pulling the car over to the side of the road. He switched off the car, and turned himself around so he was facing Sam. "You, this is about Jessica, isn't it? You think that's your dirty little secret that you killed her somehow? Sam, this has got to stop, man. I mean, the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the night, it's gonna kill you. Now listen to me, it wasn't your fault. If you wanna blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. Or hell, why don't you take a swing at me? I mean we're the ones that dragged you away, I'm the one that wanted you to come along in the first place."

"I don't blame you," Sam told his brother calmly.

Blame me, Andie begged in her head.

"Well, you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done."

"I could've warned her."

"About what? You didn't know what was gonna happen! And besides, all of this isn't a secret, I mean, I know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway."

"I—" Andie tried.

"No, you don't," Sam said coldly.

"I don't what?" Dean asked.

"You don't know all about it," Sam explained, "I haven't told you everything."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would you?"

Dean stared at Sam, taken back. "No, I suppose not." He then peered at Andie in the backseat, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Andie kept her eyes on some ugly, brown spot on the Impala's floor, unwilling to look Dean or Sam in the eyes. "I may have known something."

"That's descriptive," Dean sarcastically commented. "Known what?"

She shrugged.

He sighed, "Well, I don't like it. It's not gonna happen, forget it, both of you."

"Dean, that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are gonna die after that?" Sam said, "Now, we're doing this. You've got to let me do this."

"You know, I could—"

Sam stopped Andie. "No, no, I'll handle it."

They drove in silence for most of the way towards Estate Antiques. Dean was clearly not happy, muttering some curses under his breath here and there. Andie felt even more guilt-ridden, knowing Sam was taken the fall. She didn't know exactly was his secret was, but she didn't feel as it could have been any worse than hers. Sam had gone real quiet, staring out the window, and didn't say another world until the were at the store. He accepted the crowbar Dean handed him out of the trunk without a world, and bent down to pick the front door's lock without a single sound. The next thing Andie heard him say was "I don't think so", as a response to Dean's, "Maybe they've already sold it."

Dean and Andie met their brother at the mirror he was standing in front of. Dean pulled out the picture of Mary from his pocket, and held it beside the mirror. It was the mirror. "That's it." He sighed. "You sure about this?"

Sam handed Dean the flashlight that he had held in his hands. He took a step forward towards mirror, Dean and Andie following him. Sam took a breath, then started, "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary." He paused, glanced over at his siblings, then held the crowbar high behind his head. "Bloody Mary."

Dean turned, seeing a light shining through the store's back window. "I'll go check that out. You two, stay here, be careful." He began to walk away, adding, "Smash anything that moves." He then disappeared from the view of the mirror.

Sam and Andie stood in front of the mirror, watching their own reflections. Andie readied her own crowbar, but she saw nothing, and Sam wasn't making a strike, so she assumed he didn't either. She glanced away, and towards the direction where Dean had gone. She returned her eyes towards the mirror, when she caught the sight of the spirit in another mirror beside the one. "Oh shit!" she cursed, swinging the crowbar and smashing the mirror. Sam turned his head towards his sister, then back around to see Mary had appeared in another mirror, but not her mirror. He took his crowbar and cracked that one too.

"You see her too?" he asked.

Andie nodded grimly, facing back towards the mirror. Sam moved so he was as well. "Come on. Come into this one," he urged.

The twins watched their own reflections in the mirror, and noticed how suddenly there was a small smirk on the reflections' faces, when there was none on theirs. They glanced at each other, puzzled, then back towards the mirror. The reflections continued to move in ways neither of them were moving. They stopped, still with a small smirk, as blood dripped out each one of their eyes. Sam and Andie both gasped out, struggling to get a full breath of air, and wincing at the sudden pain. They felt something warm run down from the corner of the eye, and both assumed to be blood, like their mirror selves. Andie's crowbar fell with a clang, while she gripped on to her chest where her heart sat beneath the skin. She felt it speeding up, as she continued to have a hard time breathing, almost to the point of hyperventilating. Sam's crowbar fell shortly after hers, and he too, gripped on to his chest. Blood had started to fall from their other eye, as the Sam and Andie in the mirror spoke in unison, "It's your fault. You killed her. You killed Jessica."

"You never told her the truth, who you really were," the reflection of Sam said, as Sam fell on to his knees. "But it's more than that, isn't it?"

Andie fell on to the floor shortly after Sam, as both the mirror Sam and Andie began talking simultaneously again. "Those nightmares you've been having of Jessica dying, screaming, burning. You had them for days before she died. Didn't you?"

"You didn't warn her," mirror Sam reminded the real Sam.

"You didn't warn your brother," the mirror Andie started, "If you had just told him, then he would have known something was wrong, and he could have protected Jessica."

"You were so desperate to ignore them, to believe they were just dreams. How could you ignore them like that?" the Sam and Andie behind the glass said together.

"How could you leave her alone to die?!" mirror Sam exclaimed.

Andie felt as if the reflections were closing on to her, as they both screamed, "You dreamt it would happen!" Then she heard the sound of glass shattering everywhere, raining down on her. But the pain from the glass felt like nothing compared to the damage the spirit had done to her. She was so overwhelmed with the pain, that she was numb to the feeling of glass piercing her skin. She nor Sam knew exactly just what had happened, since neither could see anything but blurs behind the blood dripping from their eyes, but they had their assumptions. They turned out to be correct though, when they heard their older brother cry out their names, "Andie, Sammy!"

"It's Sam," the middle Winchester corrected, weakly.

"God, are you okay?" Dean asked.

"Uh, yeah," Sam responded.

Andie nodded, unsure on how well she could talk, but shaking her head turned out to be the wrong option, as she felt a sudden pang in her head and a ringing in her ears at the motion.

"Come on, come on." Dean pulled Andie up, then Sam. Andie swayed uneasily on her feet, until Dean grabbed both her and Sam's arms, and threw them around his neck. "Geez guys, help me out a bit."

Sam and Andie both instinctively leaned a little less on Dean, as they started on their way out. They spun around though when they heard the sound of glass crackling. The spirit of Mary Worthington was crawling on the ground towards the three, her dark hair dangling in front of her face. She slowly stood, and headed for them, zombie-like, stopping once the siblings were withering on the floor, overcome with pain, and their eyes bleeding.

Dean reached over and grabbed a mirror beside him, and aimed in towards the direction of Mary. She lifted her head, and her hair fell away, revealing her face. She stared at her own reflection, and the voice from the mirror called out, "You killed them! All those people! You killed them!"

Everything had just been happening to the Winchesters began to happen to Mary, blood rushing out her eyes, choking, and it continued while Mary melted, disappearing as a puddle on the floor.

Dean chucked the mirror in front of him, shattering it. The three attempted to get themselves into a sitting position to see for themselves truly that Mary was gone.

"Hey?" Dean said.

"Yeah?" Sam replied.

"This has got to be like, what? Six-hundred years of bad luck?"

"So this is really over?" Charlie asked, once the car had stopped in front of her house.

Dean looked back at her. "Yeah, it's over."

She smiled. "Thank you."

Dean reached back to shake her hand, and then Charlie stepped out of the car. She started for her house.

"Charlie?" Sam called out the Impala's opened window.

She stopped and spun around.

"Your boyfriend's death, you should really try to forgive yourself," Sam told her, "No matter what you did, you probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happen."

Charlie smiled slightly. She turned away, and moved towards the front door.

Dean hit Sam in the arm. "That's good advice," he said, then started the car up, driving away towards some destination they were not sure of yet. A few minutes later down the road, he said, "Hey Sam, hey Andie?"

"Yeah?" Sam asked.

"Hmm?" Andie replied.

"Now, that this is all over, I want you both to tell me what you were hiding," he told them.

"Look, you're my brother," he started, then added as an after thought, "and sister". He said every world while staring right at Andie. "And I'd die for you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself." He broke the gaze, and looked towards the window.

Andie glanced down, twiddling her thumbs nervously. She understood. Sam wanted to keep the secret hidden, and Andie didn't want it to be flaunted around everywhere either, so they kept it to themselves. Neither said a word to each other, even though both knew they should. This wasn't normal. They both had a dream which had came true. But Andie declared silently to herself that it was just that weird twin telepathic thing. Nothing strange, or unusual, but all she was doing was lying to herself. And she figured Sam must have been to if he wasn't going to mention their overly similar secrets.