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Chapter 9 (Bloody Mary-Part 1)

Currently, I was sitting in the front seat of the impala with a newspaper in hand. I was pressed up to Dean's right side as I reread the words on the article. To be honest, I wasn't even really digesting the words. My thoughts were elsewhere and I was not retaining a single piece of information. Dean had his arm wrapped around me, looking through the rearview mirror at Sam in the backseat, who was finally asleep. It was a good thing long car rides helped put him to sleep because his nightmares were not getting any better.

I didn't have to look to see Sam having another nightmare. I was purposely trying to prolong any nightmares Sam was having so he could rest longer. I was starting to get better at it and the headaches weren't as bad with the practice. I was chewing on the side of my index finger, focusing.

"He's having another one," Dean said to me in a quiet tone.

"Give it a second. We'll see if it lets up," I told him.

Dean didn't say anything else but I knew he was worried. We both were. We knew that nightmares were definitely a part of losing someone, we both knew that all too well, but this was getting concerning. Dean had caught me a few times staying up to make sure Sam got some sleep. There had been one time that I had fallen asleep while making sure Sam didn't get any nightmares and I had gotten a nightmare myself. I wasn't sure if I had just shared in that dream or if I had managed to take it away but it was something I was trying while I was asleep.

Finally, after another two minutes of not being able to suppress it, I let out a sigh and set the newspaper aside. I turned around in my seat, getting on my knees, and reached over the back to shake Sam awake.

He jerked awake so quickly, I barely had time to sit back before he could head-butt me.

"Wha-?" Sam asked as he gathered his bearings. He realized in a few seconds that we weren't moving and the impala was silent.

"We're going to have to talk about these nightmares sooner or later," Dean said, making eye contact with Sam through the mirror.

"You know we are here for you," I told Sammy, offering him a half smile.

"So we here then?" Sam said after a moment, not acknowledging what we had said on purpose. He was embarrassed and upset and I couldn't blame him. I just wished he would be open about it because he used to tell us everything and now he thought he was too old for that.

"Yeah. Toledo, Ohio," Dean said as I turned back around with a sigh.

We were currently sitting in front of Lake Erie Central Hospital. There weren't too many people around, which was nice, and Sam had calmed down enough to seem like his normal self. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and slid over to the passenger door, opening it and climbing out.

"Let's go find out what happened. Shall we boys?" I told them, forcing a smile before shutting the door behind me. I didn't wait for them but I did walk slow so that way we could approach morgue as a group. It would be easier to see the body that way.

We took a few turns in the hospital before we found the door that was titled the morgue and walked in. The desk nearest to us had a nameplate on it that read 'Dr. D. Feiklowicz' but nobody sat behind it. I briefly wondered how someone would even pronounce that name before I turned my attention to the only other living person in the room.

"Hey there, Doctor Feiklowciz arranged for us to come," Dean started and fumbled over the name a little. "We're the med students from Ohio State here to see the Shoemaker body. We discussed this over the phone with the good doctor and he said it would be okay to let us see it so we could do our paper."

"Yeah, he's at lunch," the bald assistant told us. He obviously wasn't impressed with Dean and knew that there was something up with our story right off the bat. "The Doc will be back in an hour if you want to wait for him."

"Man, an hour? We have to be heading back to Columbus by then. I mean, this paper is half of our grade. You would be really helping us out…" Dean said but was rudely interrupted.

"Look man, no," he said.

"I'm going to punch this guy in the face," Dean mumbled under his breath and Sam hit him in the chest, shoving him aside.

I pulled out a hundred in twenty's from my back pocket, unhappy I was using money I had won gambling, but we really needed to see this body. I waved it in front of the guys face, glad to see I had gotten his interest peaked, before laying it down in front of him.

"Why don't you show us the body, sugar?" I said in a soft and sweet voice.

I could hear Dean mocking me under his breath and from the grunt that followed after; I knew Sam had come to my defense on that. I didn't know if playing nice was overkill or not but I figured it wouldn't hurt. Being a woman sometimes had it perks, even if it was a bit sexist.

The bald man before me picked it up and grinned, getting to his feet. "Right this way."

I turned around and shot a satisfied smirk to Dean, who rolled his eyes, before we were led into the room where the Shoemaker body was being kept. I felt Dean's hand on my lower back and I held back a grin, knowing Dean hated it when I played that card and always felt a little jealous. I honestly didn't know why he was in this situation, considering Dean was the hottest guy in the room, but I wasn't about to say anything to boost his ego more.

"Now the newspaper said that his daughter found him and his eyes were bleeding?" Sam asked, looking for confirmation before the guy was unveiled from the medical sheet that was covering him.

"He was practically liquefied," the guy said, pulling back the sheet to let us see the guys face.

To be honest, I thought it was going to be gorier. I was actually a little interested at the sight before me, which was the part that actually disturbed me. I think I was getting too used to this job for sure. The guy looked like he had no eyes but in actuality they were just bloody masses. His skin was pale from death and barely looked like the picture in the obituary.

"Any sign of struggle?" I asked.

"Nope."

"What was the official cause of death?" Dean asked, grimacing slightly at the guy. I don't think he was disturbed by the sight itself, but by the actual action of being liquefied.

"We don't know but something definitely did burst in there. Maybe an aneurism," the guy responded, almost grinning. He definitely fit this job if he could grin over something like this. "This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."

"What caused his eyes to be like that?" Sam asked, getting more grossed out by the minute.

"Broken capillaries, sometimes a stroke causes that."

"Have you ever seen exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked because this didn't look like the guy just had some broken capillaries in his eyes. I wasn't a doctor but that was definitely not the case.

"No. It's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor," the guy said.

"Can we see the police report? For our paper?" I asked.

"I'm not supposed to show people that kind of stuff," he said, hesitating but he definitely was asking for something to bribe him.

"What do you want now?" Dean asked, getting more irritated.

"How about your number?" He asked me, grinning and I felt like puking but I didn't.

Funny how a guy like this, asking me out, would make me puke instead of a dead guy laying a foot away from me. I really needed to get my shit together.

"Sure," I said in the sweet voice I used earlier.

"Are you serious?" Dean asked, voice raising an octave.

I hit Dean in the chest as the assistant found a scrap of paper and a pen. I wrote down a fake number for him and a fake name. We soon had our police report in hand and Dean had calmed after seeing I had given the guy fake information. The boys walked out the door and I followed behind them, winking at the assistant for added effect before we were out of sight.

"Sure sugar," Dean mocked again and I frowned at him.

"Seemed to work, didn't it? At least you didn't have to pay him any of the money you won at gambling," I said.

"And where did you happen to get that money?" Dean asked.

"Gambling," I replied with a shrug. "Won it while you were occupied with your own winning streak."

"You two are ridiculous," Sam said with a sigh as we approached Dean's baby and climbed in.

"You love us Sammy," Dean said, smirking at his younger brother.

I let Sam ride up front with Dean again, letting them bicker over how Steven Shoemakers eyes would have exploded. Dean drove us to the house where the orphaned Shoemaker was and I decided to take this one solo. From what I understood, this girl was still pretty young and I had no idea if she would react well to two strange men asking questions. I was hoping that she might be more willing to open up to a girl who had also lost her dad at a young age.

"Why can't we interview her?" Dean pouted.

"Because you can be an insensitive ass and need watching," I told him as I climbed out.

Dean pretended to look hurt at my comment but he really wasn't. Sam could help but laugh out loud, knowing just how true my words were. I did love Dean, but he had trouble connecting with outside people sometimes and made a mess of things.

"I'll be back in a few," I told them before walking up the walkway to the house.

Dean and Sam were going to investigate the bathroom that Mr. Shoemaker had died in while I asked some questions, killing two birds with one stone.

I immediately felt like I needed my outfit from the plane case to fit into the people here. There was a gathering of sorts in remembrance of Steven Shoemaker's life and I stuck out like a sore thumb. I was wearing jeans, my favorite worn pair of brown combat boots, and a button up shirt. I acted like I belonged though, and asked directions to where his young daughter was. I was directed to the backyard and found her sitting with a couple of girls a part from everyone else.

"You must be Donna?" I asked as I approached.

The three girls looked up at me but the only one with brown hair said anything. The other two girls were blond and were questioning my presence there, obviously not recognizing me from anywhere.

"I'm so sorry for your loss. My name is Addison," I said.

"Thank you," Donna said, looking down as she said so. She was trying to be tough and not cry in front of everyone and she was succeeding at it. I had to give her props.

"I worked with you dad. He showed me the ropes when I first started, was really helpful when others weren't. I heard it was a stroke," I told her, lying about working with the guy. Honestly, I didn't even know what his job was but I'm sure I could pull it off where it was just this teenage girl.

"I don't think she wants to talk about it right now," the blond friend on her right spoke up defensively.

"It's alright," Donna said immediately, and then I noticed another brown haired girl sitting behind her. She was small, definitely in middle school. She had some of the same features as Donna and then I figured they were related somehow.

"Did he ever show any signs of dizziness or anything?" I asked.

"No," Donna answered with a slight shake of her head.

"That's because it wasn't a stroke!" The youngest girl protested and I made a guess that she was also a daughter of the deceased Steven Shoemaker.

"Lily, don't say that," Donna admonished as politely as she could with people surrounding her.

"He died because of me," Lily said, eyebrows pinched and pulled upwards, looking like she was the guiltiest person in the world.

"Sweetie, it's not your fault," Donna told her little sister gently.

"Why would you think it's your fault?" I pushed, curious as to why a so called stroke would be her fault.

"It's because I said it. I said Bloody Mary three times in the bathroom," she said, looking at me with a straight face. I didn't have to try to read her mind to know she wasn't lying about why she thought he was dead. "She took his eyes and that's what she does when she comes for people."

"That's not what happened Lily," Donna told her and it sounded like she had been repeating it to her sister a million times. "It's not your fault."

"Your sister is right, Lily. There's no way she could have gotten him. He didn't say the words, did he?" I asked, trying to help Donna ease Lily's guilt and fears. However, I had to wonder if there might actually be something behind the Bloody Mary legend.

"No, I don't think so," Lily admitted.

"See? It's not your fault," I told her and looked at Donna one last time. "Sorry, again, for your loss."

I walked back into the house and walked my way upstairs to where the death had occurred. My heart nearly stopped when I turned the corner and found Sam and Dean still investigating the bathroom.

"I thought you guys would by now," I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"We figured we would take a longer look while you were asking questions. So far, no real clues," Dean said as he gestured to the poorly cleaned blood spill on the floor.

"Well I have a lead, although I'm not sure if it is even a valid one, but I would feel more comfortable talking about it away from this house," I said.

"Why?" Sam asked, surprised.

"I'll tell you when we get to the car," I said, motioning them to follow me out but we were stopped short by one of Donna's friends.

"Who are you? Tell me what you are doing here before I scream," she threatened, eyes flickering between the three of us.

"I was just coming upstairs to use the bathroom and I found it was occupied by these gentlemen," I said easily, being as it was a half-truth.

"I don't believe you. Donna's dad works as a day trader and he does so alone so I don't think you actually worked with him," she said, calling out my earlier lie.

"Look, we think something happened to Donna's dad and we want to find out what," Dean said with a sigh.

"He had a stroke," she said matter-of-factly.

"Those were not the signs of a typical stroke. We think something else happened but we don't know what," Sam said, making Donna's friend think about his words.

"Are you guy's cops or something?" She asked.

"Something like that. Look, if you think of anything, give us a call," Sam told her and scribbled down his number and gave it to her.

We finally left the house and climbed into the car, where I claimed the front seat this time. I let out a sigh, glad to be away from the bathroom the guy had died in. If it was really Bloody Mary, then we would have had an issue just discussing the theory if it was real.

"So why wouldn't you want to talk about it in the house?" Dean asked as he turned to me before turning the impala on.

"He's got another daughter and she claims she was playing Bloody Mary right before it happened. She thinks that it got him but from what I gather, he didn't say the words to make her come after him," I told him with a straight face.

"Did Dad ever find out if Bloody Mary was actually real? I mean, there are tons of kids that play that game and nothing happens. Why would it happen now?" Sam asked, taking me seriously. I was really grateful for that.

"His death is consistent with the legend. She scratches people's eyes out," I pointed out.

"Maybe it stays where it started?" Sam suggested.

"Maybe," I said thoughtfully.

Dean shook his head and started the car. He took us over to the library as Sam and I discussed the possibility and the chances of Bloody Mary actually even existing.

"So let's say it really is Bloody Mary. We would need a violent death to happen for something to come back and kill people," Dean said as we all walked in.

"Not just that, but there are at least fifty versions as to who she actually is," Sam said.

"Well what do we need to look for?" Dean asked as we turned the corner into the computer room of the building.

"The story has a few things that are consistent. The woman's name is always Mary and she always does it right in front of a mirror," I said.

"So we have to search local newspapers, records, as far back as they go," Sam said with a sigh.

"That's annoying," Dean said, hating researching the most out of all of us.

"Not if we use the library computers," Sam said, gesturing to the monitors a few feet away.

"They're out of order," I told Sam with a frown, seeing every single one of them had a sign taped to the screen.

"Then this will be very annoying," Sam said with a nod, not just as unhappy as Dean.

I rolled my eyes and behind my search for books to look over. After an hour of browsing I was content with the stack I had found and was glad to see Sam and Dean had picked out books to read through. We checked out and found a nearby hotel, finding comfortable spots in the room to settle down and read. Dean was curled up on a chair while Sam was sprawling on one bed and I was on the other.

I hadn't even noticed Sam had fallen asleep; I was so engrossed in what I was reading. By the time I realized he was having a nightmare, it was too late to try and suppress it so he could keep sleeping. I sat up as Sam jerked awake and let out an annoyed sigh.

"Why did you let me sleep?" Sam asked, irritated with the both of us.

"Because I'm an awesome brother. What was it about?" Dean asked, setting his book aside.

"Lollipops and candy canes," Sam replied sarcastically.

"It was Jessica again, wasn't it?" I asked him.

He lay back down on the bed, not answering my question verbally but I knew the answer was yes. Dean and I both knew that.

"Did you find anything?" Sam asked us, staring at the ceiling.

"Nope," I replied as I put emphasis on the 'p'.

"Just a whole 'nother level of frustration," Dean said with a sarcastic smile before pulling up a paper with handwriting closer to him from the stand close by. "Couple women committed suicide in front of a mirror but their names aren't Mary and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave but that's about it."

"Maybe we just haven't found it yet," Sam said, trying to hold on to the theory that it was Bloody Mary that we were dealing with and now I was beginning to lose hope in the theory I had brought up to them.

"I've been looking at any strange deaths in the area," I said and they both looked at me. "I looked for anything close to how Steven died but there isn't anything at all."

At that moment, Sam's phone chose to ring. He answered it, looking confused at the unrecognizable number on the caller I.D. He answered the phone and shortly after, we were meeting the girl we had talked to yesterday at a park in town.

Come to find out, the other blond girl that had been sitting with Donna when I had been asking questions had died the same way Donna's dad did. She had also said Bloody Mary three times in the mirror while on the phone with her friend before her eyes had been scratched out and she bled to death. Apparently, her name was Jill. I really needed to keep up with people's names because I was doing a terrible job at it.

Sam and Dean managed to convince her to help us and she snuck us into Jill's house. It was weird, climbing in to a teenage girl's window and pulling out a video camera from the duffel bag we brought with us. I wondered how the boys didn't feel even the slightest bit awkward.

"What did you tell her mom?" I asked as Sam set up the camera and Dean pulled the curtains shut.

"That I needed some time alone to deal with this. I hate lying to her," She said, running her hands through her hair.

"Get the lights," Dean instructed, turning away from the window and she nodded, moving to do as he asked.

"What are you guy's looking for?" She asked, moving back over to us after turning off the lights.

"We'll let you know as soon as we find it," Dean told her, reaching over to turn the night vision on the camera because Sam couldn't figure out where the button was.

"I don't get it. The first victim didn't summon Mary but the second one did," Sam said as he started recording and went over the entire length of the dead girl's closet mirror to check for any abnormalities. "How is she choosing them?"

"Beats me," Dean replied as he walked around the room with his EMF detector. "Why would she say that?"

"It was just a joke," the girl said, looking down at the floor as if a weight was crushing down on her shoulders.

"It's only going to be a matter of time before someone says it again and ends up like how they did," I said, watching the boys do their thing.

"Hey, is there a black light in the trunk?" Sam asked from the bathroom.

I silently volunteered to go fetch it since I was the only one not doing anything. I came back within two minutes and tossed it to Sam, who had the bathroom mirror on the bed. He ripped the paper off of the back and shined the light on it. He skimmed over it slowly and we saw a handprint and a name appear in the light.

"Cary Bryman?" The girl read aloud.

"Do you know who that is?" Sam asked and the girl shook her head.

XxXxX

I thought Cary was a girl but turns out, it was a little boy that had been killed in a hit and run. The car that hit him was described as a black Toyota Camry and no one got the plate number or saw the driver. Also turns out that Jill, the latest victim, had been driving that car thanks to Blondie telling us when Sam shared his findings with us. We had her help us sneak into Donna's house and check the back of the bathroom mirror and found a different name on the back of it.

Linda Shoemaker.

Donna's mother, who I had then realized had been absent this whole time, was already dead. Donna claimed it was an accidental overdose on sleeping pills but we all wondered if it was Donna's father that might have killed her. We didn't have any proof but it would explain his death.

"I'm going to stick around here, just keep an eye on things," Donna's friend told us.

"Whatever you do, don't say it," Dean warned and she nodded.

"Trust me, I won't."

"Call us if anything happens. We'll come running," Sam told her before we walked out of the house.

"I could really use a shower," Sam groaned as he climbed into the front seat.

"You really need one too," I teased as I stretched out in the backseat, earning a half-hearted glare from Sam.

"I'm going to use your laptop while you're in the shower," Dean told him as he started the impala and headed back to our hotel. It was on a two minute drive, which was nice considering we still had no idea what exactly we were dealing with or how to get rid of it.

"Sure, whatever," Sam said with a shrug of his shoulders.

We pulled into the parking lot and went into the hotel, Sam immediately claiming the bathroom and taking the longest hot shower I have ever known. I sat on Dean's lap as we started searching deaths that mimicked this one over the national database. We checked all the different sights and read through them as quickly as we could, hoping to maybe come up with something before Sam was done. Dean was absent-mindedly running his fingers around in circles on my back and it was making it hard to concentrate. It was a weakness of mine because it relaxed me and made me sleepy within minutes of doing it but I didn't want to tell him to stop because it felt wonderful.

"Find anything?" Sam asked as he opened the bathroom door and walked over to us. He sat down on the nearby bed and started drying his hair with a towel.

"Nothing has come up yet, but we're searching the country for anything like it so it might take longer," I said.

"A nationwide search?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yeah. I mean, both people that died had really nasty secrets they were hiding and it was something where they killed people. Maybe Bloody Mary gets her revenge on those people?" Dean suggested, tearing his gaze away from the computer screen.

"That would make sense. Some people do believe that mirrors show a reflection of your soul and reveal all of your lies. It's the main reason why people think it is bad luck to break them," Sam said with a sight nod, thinking it over.

I looked back to the computer screen, then realizing that it was dark outside and the light was a big contrast compared to the lights that were not on in our room. I blinked a few times and scrolled down before finding an article that looked interesting. I pulled it up and scrolled through the pictures, finding that this story might be what we were looking for.

"Take a look at this," I told them and printed out the article and pictures taken at the scene of the death so the boys could look at it without having to crown around me to see it properly.

Sam and Dean started filtering through the pictures and stopped on one where it was taken of a mirror. There was a dead woman lying on the ground in the reflection but what was the most interesting, was the handprint that was on the mirror itself. It looked like the ones we had seen on the back of the mirrors we had looked at earlier.

"Her name is Mary Worthington," I said, shooting each Winchester a look before turning back to the article. "She was murdered in Fort Wayne, Indiana."

"I'm going to call up the police department and see who worked on the case then," Sam said, pulling out his phone.

I got off of Dean's lap and plopped myself on the bed to let Sam use his computer to find the departments number. Dean sat down beside me, placing his hand on my lower back and tracing circles with his fingers again. I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder and he rested his own head on mine.

"You've been awfully quiet and less snarky than normal these last couple days," I commented as Sam dialed the number he found and walked out of the room to have his conversation. He took a pad and pencil with him to write down any information he got.

"Yeah," Dean said, not bothering to explain the obvious.

"We'll just have to give Sam time. It isn't easy losing someone you love and we both know how that feels," I told him, looking up at him through my lashes. He looked down at me, green eyes revealing just how worried he really was.

"I don't know what to do for him," Dean admitted and I know that not being able to do anything was the worst.

"I'll do everything I can to help," I told him and Dean shifted, making me sit up and look over at him. He was looking at me strange and I cocked my head to one side. "What?"

"Why did you stick around after your dad died? You could have lived with other people and had a chance at a normal life. Why do you feel like you have to help us out?" Dean asked, genuinely confused.

"How could I go try and have a normal life after growing up the way we did. Even when my father died when I was twelve, I still remember the hunts and the lessons…I would have never forgotten it. I didn't even know how to be a normal girl and sometimes I still don't. You guys took me in, gave me a place to sleep, and taught me how to protect myself. I owe it to you guys to help out. You're my family," I told him honestly.

He was quiet for a moment before leaning over and kissing me. He didn't say anything but I knew what his unspoken words were.

"I'm getting concerned, Dean," I said with a smirk after a second of enjoying our little moment. "You never have this many chick-flick moments in a short period of time."

"You say a word of this to Sammy and I will make you regret it," Dean threatened, looking back with a serious look on his face.

"Oh really? What are you going to do Mr. Badass?" I taunted and immediately found myself regretting it.

Dean launched himself at me, knocking me on the bed and started tickling my sides. He never did it often and it always caught me by surprise. I was super ticklish and it was embarrassing. The only person that ever got away with tickling me was Dean.

"Stop!" I protested, trying to shove his hands away from me but he was much stronger than me and has been that way ever since he found my weakness.

"Make me!" He said with a laugh, grinning down at me while I laughed uncontrollably.

"Seriously guys?"

Dean stopped, looking over his shoulder to see Sam standing there. He had his phone in one hand and his pad and pencil in the other. He was trying to look like he was sick of our shit but it was hard to hide the amusement.

"Sam, dear god, help me!" I panted out, struggling underneath Dean.

"I'll let you drive if you give me five minutes to enjoy this torture," Dean said, pulling his keys out from his pocket and shook them for emphasis.

"Deal," Sam said with no hesitation and grabbed the keys from Dean.

"Traitor!" I screamed before I erupted into fits of laughter as Dean went back to his game.

It was nice to have at least five minutes of fun before we had to get back to serious work. To me, it had felt like months since Dean and I actually had some fun time together like this. Even though I was seriously considering punching Dean in the mouth, I was enjoying it almost as much as Dean was.

I just wished moments like these would last.