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Sam tossed to the side banging his elbow on the window frame, oblivious to the pain he turn to the other side squeezing his eyes tightly shut. The images imprinted themselves on his eyelids, leaving him reeling, biting back the scream eager to burst out. Dean shifted agitatedly in his seat, keeping one eye on the road and one on a distressed Sam. Carl pushed himself forward, getting a better look at Sam. What he saw was not pleasing to the eye, on reflex he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Sam was again unaware on this action and continued to dream fitfully. Unable to see him in so much pain, Dean reached out shaking Sam gently.
"Sam wake up buddy!"
Sam jolted forward and gripped the dashboard firmly, his eyes were clouded with confusion. He looked around his surroundings as if lost.
"I take it I was having a nightmare." Sam mumbled as he rubbed the last of his sleep from his eyes.
"Yeah, another one."
"Hey, at least I got some sleep." Sam joked weakly.
"You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this." Carl's voice rang out, leaving silence in it's wake.
"Are we here yet?"
"Yup, welcome to Toledo, Ohio." Dean was happy for the subject change having instantly felt uncomfortable at what Carl had said.
Sam picked up a newspaper, concentrating on the words flowing along the page. It said "Shoemaker, Steven- The Shoemaker family is sad to announce the sudden death of their beloved husband and father, Steven Shoemaker. Steven was 46..." Sam stopped reading and looked up frowning
"So what do you think really happened to him?" He asked.
"That's what we're gonna find out." Carl replied as he looked around at the people of the town. Each of them had somewhere to be, someone to see. They had a life. Carl envied them, he wanted that so badly, to mean something to someone, to ultimately be loved. In his line of work, that dream was an impossible one, and he knew it.
"Lets go then!" Dean woke Carl from his revie. Carl had not even noticed they had pulled in to the car park. He blinked tiredly before stepping out of the car.
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The three Winchester walked in to office with pride. Dean chuckled under his breath, while sliding his fake ID into his pocket. They had managed to get past security and into the morgue without the slightest suspicion arising.
"Hey." Dean spoke loudly so the technician would notice their presence.
"Can I help you?" The man required as he flicked his eyes to each brother.
"Yeah. We're the uh...med students." Carl spoke quickly trying to sound professional.
"Sorry?"
"Oh Doctor Figlavitch didn't tell you? We talked to him on the phone. We uh…We're from Ohio State. He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper." Dean smoothed over while smiling.
"Well I'm sorry, he's at lunch."
"Oh well he said uh…Oh well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind showing us the body do you? Sam asked in his most innocent voice.
"Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour, you can wait for him if you want." The technician offered.
"An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then" Dean replied as he look around at both his brothers.
"Yeah." Sam sighed.
"Uh look man, this paper's like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out." Carl was losing patience.
"Oh look man, no."
Dean turned around and mumbled "I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear."
Sam hit Dean on the arm in warning. He stepped in front of Dean and opened his wallet, pulling out some twenty's. He laid a few of them down on the technician's desk. Carl rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Follow me." The technician called cheerfully as he scooped the money of the desk.
"Dude I earned that money." Dean hissed.
"You won it in a poker game." Sam whispered as he followed the morgue technician. Carl stifled as laugh as he waked past an irritated looking Dean.
"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." Sam clarified.
The morgue technician nodded as he pulled back the blanket over the corpse." More than that. They practically liquefied."
"Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?" Dean queried.
"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone."
"What's the official cause of death?" Carl asked grimacing at the body in front of him.
"Doc's not sure. Massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure."
"What do you mean?" Carl asked frowning slightly.
"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen." The technician replied while looking the body over.
"The eyes… what would cause something like that?"
"Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims." the man said in a matter of fact tone.
"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked dubiously.
"That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor."
"Think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh…our paper." Carl asked looking the man in the eye.
"I'm not really supposed to show you that." The technician replied snidely.
Sam sighed annoyed, reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He handed the man a fistful of cash, rolling his eyes at the grin forming on his podgy face.
"Might not be one of ours. Might just be some freak medical thing."
"How many times in dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?" Dean voiced as he took the last couple of stairs at a fast pace.
"Uh, almost never."
"Exactly" Dean huffed.
"All right, let's go talk to the daughter." Carl replied, hating this job already.
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The three brothers walked into the house casually taking in there surroundings. They had decided the best option was to go to the funeral for Mr. Shoemaker. The house was comfy looking, a typical family home, Carl thought. As a child he longed for a home, a place to feel normal in but it never happened. A picture stood of Mr Shoemaker on the desk, he looked happy. As they strolled though the house, they began to feel more and more out of place. Everywhere they looked was bunches of men in black suits and women in black dresses.
"Feel like we're underdressed" Dean muttered.
They continued walking through the house towards the back garden. When they emerged from the throng of mourners they spotted what they assumed was the two daughters.
"You must be Donna right?" Dean asked in a friendly manner.
"Yeah."
"Hi uh—we're really sorry…" Sam vouched weakly. They must have dealt with hundreds of griving families, but never got easier.
"Thank you." Donna was grateful for that small comfort, just the simple words.
"I'm Sam, this is Dean and Carl. We worked with your dad." Sam said while pointing at his brothers.
"You did?"
"Yeah. This whole thing. I mean, a stroke." Carl replied in a soothing tone.
"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now." A young woman spoke harshly from Donna's side. She looked at the men with untrusting eyes.
"It's okay. I'm okay."
"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" Dean continued on from Carl.
"No."
"That's because it wasn't a stroke." A petite girl half yelled from behind.
"Lily don't say that." Donna reprimanded.
"What?" Sam frowned, confused at the revelation.
"I'm sorry, she's just upset."
"No, it happened because of me." Lily looked up tears in her eyes.
"Sweetie, it didn't."
"Lily, why would you say something like that?" Sam asked coming down to Lily's eye level.
"Right before he died, I said it."
"You said what?" Sam was getting even more bemused by the second.
"Bloody Mary- Three times in the bathroom mirror. She took his eyes, that's what she does." She admitted boldly.
"That's not why dad died. This isn't your fault." Donna sighed.
"I think your sister's right, Lily. There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?" Carl demanded.
"No I don't think so." Lily replied weakly.
The brothers closed the conversation, while deciding to take a look upstairs for anything strange.
