Chapter 10 - Bloody Mary Part 1
"Where are we going again?" I asked, leaning over the drivers seat.
"Toledo, Ohio." Dean answered.
"And whys that again?"
Dean let out a low laugh, "I'm not sure yet. But it's a job so were going no matter what the hell it is."
I nodded and looked over at Sam who was sleeping in the passengers seat. He hadn't been getting much sleep lately and I was pretty sure he was having nightmares.
"Here we are." Dean said pulling into a parking lot. All of a sudden Sam started jerking around in his sleep. 'Sam wake up." Dean said shaking him with his right hand.
Sam jolted up and looked at me then Dean. "I take it I was having a nightmare?"
Dean nodded and took out the paper, "Yeah another one."
"At least I got some sleep." Sam said rubbing his eyes.
"Right ten minutes is considered sleep." I said studying Sam. "You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this."
"Welcome to Toledo, Ohio." Dean interrupted as Sam glared at me.
The three of us excited the car and walked into the building ahead of us. The morgue technician looked up from his desk when we walked in. "Hey." He said smiling at me. "Can I help you?" He asked.
I saw Dean raise his eyebrows and glance over at me. "Yeah. We're the uh...med students." Dean said clearing his throat loudly.
The technician peeled his eyes off me and looked at Dean confused, "Sorry?"
"Oh Doctor Figlavitch didn't tell you?" Dean said glancing at the desk reading the name plate and no doubt butchering the name. "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."
"Well I'm sorry, he's at lunch." The technician said sternly.
"Oh well he said uh…Oh well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind showing us the body do you?"
"Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour, you can wait for him if you want."
"An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then." Dean said looking at Sam and he nodded.
"Uh look man, this paper's like half hour grade, so if you don't mind helping us out." Dean tried.
"Oh look man." The technician mocked. "No."
I undid the top three buttons on my shirt and walked over to his desk making sure to lean down low so he good get a clean cut view. "Hey." I said softly, biting my bottom lip.
"Hey." The technician said again, smiling wide.
I could feel Deans eyes on me so I bent down a little lower. "How about you show those two the body thing and then you come back here so we can get to know each other a little better." I said taking the pen from his hand and running my finger over it slowly.
"Yeah okay, that sounds like a good idea." He said gulping and getting up quickly. "Follow me guys."
He disappeared into the back room. "We'll be quick." Sam promised following him.
Dean just stood there, a big smile on his face. "Get out of here." I said pushing him towards the room Sam had just disappeared into.
After about 10 minutes of having to listen to this guy talk about himself, the boys finally came back for me.
"Hey, could I have your number?" The technician asked as we started to leave.
Dean stopped and walked back over to the desk. "Sorry, but I don't swing that way." He said in a threatening tone before following us out the door.
Sam and I were laughing as Dean joined us outside. "So, what did oyu guys find out?" I asked trying to calm myself down.
"I don't know." Sam said." 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 asked opening the Impala door.
"Uh, almost never." I laughed quietly and got into the car.
"Especially since this so-called stroke caused the mans eyeballs to explode." Dean said.
"All right then, let's go talk to the daughter." Sam agreed following us into the car.
We walked into the house full of grieving friends and family and I felt sadness for them.
"Feel like we're underdressed." Dean said, embarrassed. I nodded in agreement and we followed Sam outside where a bunch of girls sat.
"You must be Donna right?" Dean asked earning a nod from the girl with short hair.
As Sam apologized to Donna I noticed one of the girls was basically drooling over Dean which annoyed me a little.
"I'm Sam, this is Dean and Bree. We worked with your dad."
"You did?" She asked her eyes narrowing.
"Yeah. This whole thing. I mean, a stroke." Dean said apologetically.
"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now." One of the other girls said sternly.
"It's okay. I'm okay." Donna added.
"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" Dean asked.
"It wasn't a stroke." The youngest girl said suddenly.
"Lily don't say that." Donna said trying to calm her down. "I'm sorry, she's just upset."
Lily turned to her. "No, it happened because of me."
"Sweetie, it didn't."
"Lily, why would you say something like that?" Sam asked gently, bending down so that he was at her eye level.
"Right before he died, I said it." She cried.
"You said what?" Sam asked.
"Bloody Mary- Three times in the bathroom mirror. She took his eyes, that's what she does." Lily said.
"Lily, there's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?" Dean said trying to get more information out of her.
She shook her head. "No I don't think so."
We apologized again and went back to the house heading upstairs to where the dad had died. Sam opened the door to the bathroom. Although it had been cleaned up, you could still see the dried blood around the sink and under the door.
Sam reached down and touched the floor lightly. "The Bloody Mary legend, Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?"
"Not that I know of." Dean said shaking his head.
"I mean, everywhere else all over the country, kids will play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, no one dies from it." I said.
"Yeah well maybe everywhere it's just a story but here it's actually happening. Dean added.
Sam stood up, "According to the legend, the person who says you know what, gets it. But here—"
"Shoemaker gets it instead. Never heard anything like that before. Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror, and the daughter's right. The way the legend goes, 'you know who' scratches your eyes out." Dean finished looking into the mirror.
"It's worth checking into." I added.
We heard a noise in the hallway; we quickly left the bathroom but one f the girls from outside cut us off at the stairs. "What are you doing up here?" She demanded. I recognized her as the girl who didn't want us questioning Donna about her dad's death.
"We—we, had to go to the bathroom." Dean said quickly.
"Who are you?" she asked suspiciously.
"Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad." Dean answered coolly.
"He was a day trader or something, he worked by himself."
"No, I know, I meant—"
"And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that? So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming."
Sam put his hands up. "All right, all right. We think something happened to Donna's dad."
"Yeah, a stroke." She said looking towards the bathroom for a second.
"That's not a sign of a typical stroke. We think it might be something else." I said looking at her.
"Like what?" she asked.
"Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth." Dean said honestly.
"Who are you, cops?"
"Something like that." Dean said with a smile.
"I'll tell you what. Here." Sam said writing his cell on the back of a piece of paper. "If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary…just give us a call."
She took it and looked at it for a minute before looking at us again. "My names Charlie by the way." She said before heading back downstairs.
Dean pulled the Impala into the parking lot of the local library and we went inside of the warm building ready to do some Bloody Mary research.
"So say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town. There's gotta be some sort of proof—Like a local woman who died nasty." I said.
Sam nodded. "Yeah but a legend this widespread it's hard."
"Right there's like fifty different versions on who she actually was." I said.
Sam nodded in agreement. "One story says she's a witch, another says she's a mutilated bride, there's a lot more."
"All right so what are we supposed to be looking for?" Dean asked.
"Things in common; it's always a woman named Mary and she always dies in front of a mirror. The best thing to look for would probably be in police reports or um, newspaper clippings." I answered looking around at all the books.
"Well that sounds annoying." Dean said.
Sam shook his head and looked around for the computers. "No it won't be so bad, as long as we…"
I sighed heavily. All the computers had signs on them that stated that they were out of order. "Deans right, this is going to get very annoying."
Alright, here's what we'll do. We'll pick up as many books as we can on the subject and see if were dealing with the actual Bloody Mary." Sam said.
"I don't think it is, especially with a legend so widespread like this. It's most likely a copycat." Dean said shaking his head.
We grabbed as many books as we could find and dragged them back to the hotel room. Hours of research later and still nothing. I was laying on the bed reading a particularly dusty old book while Dean read from the chair across from me. Sam had fallen asleep about an hour ago and had been calm, but now he was twisting and turning in the bed.
He quickly jolted awake andlooked around the room at the both of us staring at him. "Why'd you let me fall asleep?" He asked looking at Dean.
"Because I'm an awesome brother. So what did you dream about?" Dean said with a shrug.
"Lollipops and candy canes." Sam answered, laying back down and staring at the ceiling.
"Most have been some scary ass candy." I muttered not looking up from my book.
"Did you find anything?" Sam asked sitting up again.
"Other than a whole new level of frustration?" Dean said groaning and rubbing his eyes. "We've looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror, and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave, but uh, no Mary."
"Maybe we just haven't found it yet." Sam said positively.
"I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area, you know…eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing." Dean finished, standing up to stretch.
"Whatever is happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary." I added closing the book.
Sam's cell phone started ringing and he reached over to answer it. "Hello?" he asked. A look of concern came over his face and he looked at us. "Okay, calm down. We'll be right there." He hung up and grabbed his coat. "It's Charlie, Mary got someone else."
"Looks like research will have to be put on hold." I said standing up and grabbing my coat off the chair.