Toledo Ohio – Charlie's Car
"I'm not sure. They were cops or detectives or something." Charlie was talking on her cell, driving down the road. She had one hand on the steering wheel and her nerves were shot. Too much had happened. She needed to get home, have a bath and then just try to relax. It was hard to accept that Donna's dad had died. Charlie had always liked Mr. Shoemaker.
"Whoever they were, they were cute." Jill wasn't affected by the loss at all. It didn't surprise Charlie that Jill kept her attention on the guys in the room rather than on the death. Charlie rolled her eyes slightly and mutter Jill's name down the phone disapprovingly. "You didn't think so?"
"Yeah okay, they were cute. Still, do you think something happened to Donna's dad?" Charlie was worried, she had a habit of over thinking things. Those guys were so mysterious, and didn't speak like cops. There was something different about them. They were speaking in riddles and avoiding something. The only thing Charlie knew for sure is that they were serious.
"Maybe Lily was right. Maybe Bloody Mary got him." Jill teased Charlie, and today would be no exception. Charlie tried to laugh it off, feign humour, but deep inside she wasn't willing to let anything slide. It just didn't make sense at all, and the coroner kept trying to make it seem natural, like it was 'his time'. Charlie knew better. People's eyes didn't just explode because it was 'their time'. She was worried, and Jill heard it.
"Wait, I'm sorry. Was that fear I hear in your voice?" Jill was enjoying it, like a child picking on a younger sibling. Charlie wasn't going to rise to it, she answered short and she answered simply. No. Jill, being forever the tease, tried to push it. "Charlie, I'm walking to the bathroom mirror right now."
"Jill, quit it." Charlie snapped. Jill wouldn't do it, she was just as scared as Charlie was. There's no way she would do it, but Charlie couldn't take that risk. She heard footsteps over the car, trying to keep her attention on the road ahead of her. The footsteps stopped, and Jill's voice came over the phone in a hushed whisper, adding to dramatic effect.
"Oh no, I can't help myself," Jill was using her most theatrical voice and Charlie knew it. Her nerves cooled a bit, and she managed to focus more on her driving, which had grown increasingly erratic over the past few minutes. "I'm gunna say it. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." Silence. Pure, dead silence.
"Jill?" Charlie spoke timidly, worried and breathing at a horrible pace. A blood-chilling scream erupted from the phone, burning deep into Charlie and causing the panic to rise. "Jill!"
"You're such a freak, I'll call you tomorrow." Jill giggled and hung up the phone. Charlie was left, in the car, alone. She knew deep inside her that it would be the last time she heard Jill's voice, and the thought terrified her.
* * *
They had been in the library for hours, pouring over old records and papers. Nothing. Dean was on his sixth cup of coffee and Sam was just finishing his third mochaccino. They must have had every police report, death certificate, accident report and funereal records that even existed in Toledo. And for such a small community, there were a lot of records. It didn't help matters much when Dean pointed out that 'Bloody Mary' could be from any decade, so they had the records out going back as far as records could go.
Sam looked up, watching as Alex and Faith walked into the room. The pair moved quicky over to a row of computers on the far wall and began to sit down. Sam, wanting to be helpful and to ruin their day, told them the computers were out of order. His reply was a short glare and then they turned back to the computers. Sam stood up and walked over to the table they were seated at.
He watched as they took out a laptop and began to hook it up to the sockets in the wall. Stunned, his eyes followed Alex's fingers as he quickly typed in some search criteria and sent the request. Within moments a screen popped up that showed te response: "No results found." The pair dismantled their connection and quickly made their way from the library. Sam, utterly confused, walked back over to Dean. Looking out the window as Alex and Faith left the building, Sam managed to catch the flashing lights of a police car and tapped Dean's shoulder.
"Looks like we got another one."
