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Chapter 10 (Bloody Mary-Part 2)

The drive to Fort Wayne went by quicker than I thought it would. Sam was happy to be able to drive the impala and Dean was doing his best to disguise his anxiety over it. He was trying not to be the 'back seat driver' even though he was sitting up front with Sam, as we sped down the highway, but his comments were starting to get on Sam's nerves. So, I started massaging Dean's shoulders which were effective in getting him to shut up.

"So I managed to get in touch with the police department and got the name of the detective on the case. The guy is retired now so I don't know how much we'll get from him but it's worth a shot," Sam said about ten minutes away from our destination.

Dean was leaned forward slightly; head bowed down and only grunted to let Sam know he was listening.

"Let me guess, you got the address and that's where we're headed," I commented, kneading Dean's muscles with my fingers.

"Yup."

We arrived in front of the retired detective's house pretending to be reporters for the Worthington murder. We cooked up some lie about reopening forgotten murders that made no sense and writing articles on them, speculating as to what really happened.

The man was older, a little gray at his roots. He was dark skinned and had several wrinkles under his eyes. He definitely still acted like a cop, having that commanding aura about him and took no nonsense from anyone.

"What exactly happened?" dean asked as he walked around the guy's living room, taking in everything inside of it.

"Aren't you guys the reporters?" The cop asked, stopping in the doorway of the living room and raising an eyebrow at us.

"We know Mary was nineteen and lived by herself. We know she won a few local beauty contests and was aspiring to be an actress to get out of Indiana. We know that on the night of March twenty-ninth, someone broke into her apartment and murdered her, cut out her eyes with a knife," Sam said, covering up for Dean's slip.

"What he meant was, what do you think really happened?" I added on. "You must have your own idea as to how she died."

He looked a little thoughtful before leading us into his study, full of boxes and papers. He pulled a box off of the top of a bookcase and set it down on his desk, pulling out a file and pictures.

"I'm not supposed to have a copy of these but…" he trailed off, pulling out a select few for us to look at.

He pointed at the picture I had printed out earlier, the one with the handprint on the mirror. He, however, was specifically pointing at the three letters below the handprint. T,R,E.

"I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer," he said finally, looking up at us.

"Do you know who it was?" Sam asked him.

"Not sure, but, there was a local man who was a surgeon. His name was Trevor Sampson and I think he cut her up good," he said as he pulled out another picture from the file. This one was a picture of a middle-aged man who looked like he was wearing sunglasses.

"Why would he do something like that to a girl?" I asked, shaking my head in disgust.

"A diary of Mary's mention she was seeing a man and she called him by his initial, T. Well, her last entry was that she was going to tell 'T's' wife about their affair," he said, gesturing to Trevor's picture.

"But how do you know if Trevor was really the man who killed her?" Dean asked for all of us. We still weren't seeing how he was connected to this other than his name being a possibility.

"It's hard to say…but the way her eyes were cut out, it looked almost professional."

"But you could never it prove it," I said and he shook his head in response.

"Is Mr. Sampson still alive?" Dean asked, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Nope. If you ask me though, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guy's secret but she never could," he said and sat down in the chair behind the desk with a sigh full of regret.

All three of us were definitely thinking that this was the Mary that fit the bill. She died in front of a mirror, eyes were cut out, and she was killing people for secrets they were hiding. There was no doubt in our mind as to who we were dealing with, now we just had to find her body and burn her bones.

"Where is she buried?" Sam asked.

"She wasn't, she was cremated."

Well this was awesome. How was she a spirit if she had been cremated? More importantly, how were we going to get rid of her now?

"Where's the mirror?" Dean asked, gesturing back to the picture with the handprint on it.

"It was given to her family a long time ago."

"Do you happen to know the names of her family members?" Sam asked.

XxXxX

"So, Mary's brother had the mirror and he sold it to a store one week ago. Its name is State Antiques," Sam said with a frustrated sigh. Her ran a hand through his hair and looked over at Dean from his spot in the passenger seat. "It's a store in Toledo."

"So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" I asked.

It would make a little sense. She could use the pathway of mirrors to kill people with terrible secrets but was secluded to one specific area which was wherever her mirror was. Now we just had to find the mirror and destroy it, hoping it would really work.

"Is there a superstition where mirrors can capture spirits?" Dean asked, not taking his eyes off of the road.

"Yes and yes," Sam answered us. "When someone would die in a house, people would cover up the mirrors so the dead person's spirit wouldn't get trapped in the mirror. But how could Mary travel through, like, a hundred different mirrors?"

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

"I second that," I said, leaning forward and resting my arms on the top of the front seat.

Sam's phone rang and we all glanced over at the direction the noise was coming from. He picked it up and answered it.

"Charlie?"

"Who the hell is Charlie?" I whispered to Dean.

"That's the girl you keep referred to as Blondie," Dean answered, smirking and shaking his head at me in mock disappointment.

"Thanks for making me feel like an ass," I mumbled.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I think you have a nice ass," Dean commented smartly, smirk getting even wider.

"I would hit you but you're driving and I want to take that as a compliment," I said and looked over at Sam, any smile disappearing on my face.

"We need to gun it," Sam told us a moment later as he disconnected the call. "Charlie has seen Mary in a mirror."

Dean put more force and the gas pedal and we careened down the road even faster. It was a good thing we weren't too far from Toledo when she called. She didn't have to wait long for us to pick her up and take her to our hotel.

The boys set about taking down or covering up any mirrors or anything that would show a reflection while I sat beside Charlie and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder. She had her knees brought up to her chest and her head was bowed down, buried in the space between while she rocked back and forth. She didn't want to look at the things the boys were taking down in case she saw Mary again.

"It'll be okay," I told her in a soft and soothing voice. "We'll protect you."

"You can open up your eyes, Charlie, it's alright," Sam said and sat down on Charlie's other side. "Now listen, you are going to sit right here on this bed and not look at any glass or anything with a reflection. As long as you do that, she cannot get you."

"I can't keep that up forever," she responded to Sam, peeking up at Sam. "I'm going to die, aren't I?"

I could see the tears streaming down the side of her face that was facing me. She was deathly afraid and I wanted to know why. Why would Mary come after her? Why would she have said the words? What had she hidden that would make Mary want to target Charlie in the first place?

"No, we aren't going to let that happen," I told her, making her look over at me. I offered a reassuring smile.

"Alright Charlie, we need to know what happened," Dean said when he was content that anything with a reflection was covered. He sat on the small space between Charlie and the foot of the bed, looking directly into her eyes.

"We were in the bathroom. Donna said the words," she said, looking down at the comforter on the bed.

"That's not what we are talking about. Something happened, didn't it? In your life there's been a secret you've been hiding where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it?" Dean asked, trying to push her without really pushing her, into telling us why she would be targeted.

More tears streamed down her face and she rested her chin on her knees, refusing to meet our eyes. The guilt was practically radiating off of her.

"I had this boyfriend. I loved him…but he kind of scared me. One night, at his house, we got in this fight and I broke up with him. He got upset and he said he needed me and he loved me…and he said that if I walked out that door he would kill himself," she said, chin wobbling from trying not to break out into full out sobbing. "I told him to go ahead and do it and I left. What kind of person would say that? How could I leave him like that? I didn't believe he would really do it, you know?"

"It's not your fault," I told her and she finally broke down, leaning into me as her shoulders shook roughly. I shared a look with the two boys and rubbed her back until she calmed down again.

"We'll be right back, okay? We're going to go take care of this once and for all. Remember what we said," Sam instructed her as I unwrapped my arm around her and stood up.

She nodded and buried her face back in her knees again, starting to rock back and forth. We took that as our queue to leave. We made a beeline for the impala and Dean was impatient to get to this store and break the mirror.

"It really wasn't her fault," I said from the backseat softly. I wasn't looked up from my lap and I was fiddling with my fingers. In a way, I knew exactly how she felt. She felt guilty for someone's death that she really had no control over. There had been plenty of times in my life I had felt that way and I also did what Winchesters do best and suppress it. It was a trait I picked up from John.

"You know as well as I do that spirits don't exactly see shades of grey," Dean commented unhappily from his seat up front.

"Dean, Mary kills people who have secrets where people have died. I've been thinking that it might not be enough to smash that mirror," Sam said, looking out of the windows. I had no idea what he was looking at considering it was pitch black and rainy as hell outside.

"What's that?" Dean asked, slightly confused.

"Mary's kind of hard to pin down. She moves around from mirror to mirror so who's to say that she won't just keep hiding in them forever?" Sam suggested. "So maybe we should pin her down. We should summon her to her mirror and smash it."

"How do you know that's going to work, Sammy?" I asked him.

"I don't know for sure."

"Well who is going to summon her?" Dean asked, looking over at Sam.

"I will," Sam offered with no hesitation.

It was then that Dean and I both caught on to exactly what Sam had been feeling over the last few weeks. He felt it was his fault that Jess had died and he had no control over that at all. I leaned forward, forgetting my own stupid concerns.

"Sam it's not your fault that Jess died," I told him.

Dean shook his head and his anger rose so quickly I felt a sharp pain in my skull. I leaned back and rubbed my temples with my fingers, seeing white spots dance in my vision. I really hated that being in tune with these boys affected my headaches. I still hadn't managed to figure out how to stop that from happening. I barely noticed that Dean had pulled the impala into a parking lot and put it in park.

"This is about Jessica, isn't it? You think that it's your dirty little secret? That you killed her somehow? Sam! This has got to stop!" Dean insisted, twisting to look at Sam who was refused to look at him back. "I mean the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the night…it's going to kill you! Now listen to me. It wasn't your fault! If you want to blame something then blame the thing that killed her. Or take a swing at me because I'm the one that dragged you away from her."

"Or me. I didn't exactly do my best to stop him," I commented from the back seat, still rubbing my temples.

"I don't blame either of you, okay?" Sam said, finally looking over at Dean and holding his gaze.

"There' nothing you could have done," I said, dropping my hands and leaning forward again. I placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to look over at me with such pain filled eyes it broke my heart.

"I could have warned her," he told me.

"Warned her about what?! You didn't know it was going to happen!" Dean exclaimed and I felt another arc of pain shoot through my skull. I bit my lip to keep from making any noise. This was not the time to have this damn headache.

Sam looked away then which concerned me. I could head Sam's denial of Dean's words almost yell in my head. I withdrew my hand, not meaning to get into his head. My eyes widened when his thoughts still continued. He could have warned her, he really could have. He was having dreams about it before Dean and I were even in town. He had no idea why he had been having them but he could have said something and that was the secret he was holding back. I was shocked speechless, which was a good thing because Sam didn't want us to know why he was guilty.

"I know there is no secret Mary would have come after you for anyway," Dean said, shaking his head.

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

"I don't what?" Dean said, narrowing his eyes at his little brother. He was so sure Sam was just feeling guilty about hiding his true past from Jessica and there wasn't something else involved.

"You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything," Sam replied, looking over at Dean with a guarded expression. He wasn't planning on ever telling us what this secret was because he felt like we either wouldn't believe him, or we would just tell him he probably couldn't have prevented it anyways…which is what I totally would have said.

"Like what?" Dean demanded, leaning back a little and doing a once over of Sam.

"It wouldn't really be a secret if I told you."

Dean was a bit shocked to have Sam not tell us what it was. This was a bit of a shock to me too considering he used to tell us everything but I knew I should have known better. I was terrible at not sharing everything with them and Dean was just as bad as me. We all kept secrets from each other and in that brief moment, I felt like we were all strangers to each other. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling my head throb and the pain decreased from Dean's anger nearly evaporating in complete shock.

"No," Dean said finally. "I don't like it and it is not going to happen."

"Dean that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. Who knows just how many more people are going to die after that. Now we are doing this. You have got to let me do this," Sam pleaded with Dean.

There were a lot of times I pictured myself running away from things. I guess it was something I had been doing my whole life. This was one of those times I just wanted to get out of the impala and just run. I didn't have any places in mind but just the idea itself seemed like such an amazing option. I didn't know what to do about Sam's guilt because I knew there was nothing that I could say that would make him feel any better. I also knew how he was feeling and I hated feeling the overwhelming guilt from people we couldn't save. I hated trying to be strong and reliable when I felt like I was just going to cry and break down on the inside. It made me feel completely weak and useless. I wanted to run from it all then but I resisted. I resisted crying and wanting to run because I was supposed to be the strong and reliable one for them. This wasn't the time to worry about me nor was there ever going to be a time where it would be okay for that. This was about saving Charlie and taking care of Sam.

Dean didn't say anything more. He put his baby in drive and continued back on the road to the store. He didn't look at anyone either until we reached our destination and had to put everything aside and focus completely on the job. I stood by Dean and kept watch for people as Sam picked the lock to the store. He opened it and I shut it behind us.

The store was completely full of mirrors, which sucked considering Mary could just hop to different mirrors. We also had to find the one that Mary's spirit had been sucked into as well so we could finish this off and get Charlie back home.

"This is just great," Dean commented as he looked at all the mirrors in the room. He was thinking the exact same thing I was.

Dean pulled the picture of the mirror out from his pocket and Sam turned on his flashlight, making it easy to see what the mirror actually looked like. I made a mental note of it before starting the search for the damned thing.

"Maybe they already sold it?" Dean called out from the other room.

I entered one of the backrooms where even more mirrors were displayed and my eyes settled on a mirror about five feet away. It looked exactly like the one in the picture and I knew we had found it.

"Here," I called out.

The floorboards creaked as the boy's entered the room and stopped by where I was standing. Dean held up the picture again and compared the two, finding it was the mirror we were looking for. Finding it was the only plus at this point. We still had to summon Mary and destroy the mirror before she did anything to Sam.

"Are you sure about this?" Dean questioned Sam.

Sam didn't respond. He handed his flashlight to Dean and looked back at the mirror, his jaw clenched with determination. He took a crowbar from Dean and stepped up in front of the mirror. I moved to one side of Sam, chewing on the side of my index finger. I could see all three of us in the reflection and I could feel the anxiety rising steadily inside of me.

"Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary…Bloody Mary," Sam said as he forced himself to stare at his own reflection. He lifted up the crowbar, ready to swing at the first sight of Mary.

Nothing happened for a couple seconds and I was hoping that Mary wasn't coming after all. A bright light slowly washed the main room of the store behind us, causing us to look back. We were pretty sure there weren't any guards for the store and that it might be car lights but we weren't sure.

"Stay here. Addi, make sure nothing happens to Sam," Dean instructed. "Smash anything that moves."

I figured Sam would have put up a protest with having me watch over him but he was silent. I didn't know why Dean would insist I do that considering I didn't have a crowbar. We only had two. Dean walked into the other room and disappeared from sight. I turned my attention back to the mirror, tensing my muscles in anticipation in case she was going to show up. We glanced around at all the other mirrors to see if she was using one of those and I almost relaxed until my gaze landed back on the mirror next to the one we were standing in front of.

So close.

Mary was standing where Dean had been standing moments before. Her hair was covering her face and she was dead still. My breath caught in my throat and I grabbed onto Sam's jacket, jerking his attention to where I was looking.

"Smash it!" I choked out.

Sam obliged and swung at the mirror, glass shattering everywhere. We looked around and I pointed at a small one hanging to his right and he smashed that one too.

"Come on," Sam urged, hoping to find her reflection in her own mirror.

That's when it happened.

Sam's reflection went from being jumpy to completely calm. He started to smile at us and I looked up at Sam in disbelief, only to find that Sam didn't look like that at all. I looked back and stopped breathing when I found my own reflection smiling at me. I was pretty sure my heart nearly stopped. I could see blood slowly streaming out of one of Sam's eyes and he started gasping. I tried to tear myself away from the reflection to reach over but I felt like I couldn't move. The only thing I could really feel was my heart pounding and some liquid start trailing down my cheek from my eye.

I knew that it was blood and the more it trailed down, the more I could feel like pain in my face. I wanted to make noise, to move, but I was completely frozen. I swallowed hard, trying to control my breathing and focus on anything other than the pain and the blood on my face. However, the only thing I could focus on was my smiling reflection in the mirror and the blood dripping out of both of my eyes now.

I didn't even notice or hear the crowbar drop from Sam's hands as he struggled next to me. I felt like screaming but I couldn't open my mouth. Why the hell couldn't I move and where was Dean?!

"It's your fault," our reflections said to us in perfect unison. Their eyes help so much blame and that only made my heart rate increase. I felt like I really couldn't breathe then, like my chest was tightening up and constricting my breathing.

"You killed Jessica," Sam's reflection told him.

"You killed them. All those people…you could have saved if you had only told them what you were hiding. Too scared of what they would think of you," my reflection sneered at me.

I wanted to argue but deep down inside of me, I agreed with them. I felt the blood drip off of my face and the pain in my face and my chest was so powerful I dropped to my knees. I wanted to give up, I really did, but some will inside of me kept me from doing so.

"You never told her the truth. Those nightmares you have been having, started before she died. You could have saved her," his reflection continued.

It was then I used that to power myself into breaking the mirror. Sam did not need to hear anything else that would make him feel guiltier than he already felt. I tried to reach over to the fallen crowbar, seeing Sam was reaching for it as well. It was right in-between us and we were breathing so hard in the effort to get it. I thought my heart was going to burst.

"You're selfish. You are selfish and scared and because of that, people have died. You could have prevented so much," I heard the twisted version of my voice say.

Out of nowhere, Dean finally came to our rescue. He let out a cry as he smashed his crowbar into the mirror, breaking it into a million little pieces. I felt a weight lift off of me and I collapsed on the floor next to Sam. I curled up into a little ball, arms wrapped tightly around my aching chest.

"Addison!"

"Get…Sam…out," I managed to say. I felt arms around me but I pushed them away. "Now."

"I'll be right back," Dean told me and he picked Sammy off of the floor. He started walking him back to the front to get him in the car and I took the extra time I had to process everything that had just happened and just how close I had come to having my secret spilled.

I pushed myself to a sitting position, wincing as glass dug into my hands. I was shaking so bad I wondered if I could even stand by the time Dean came back. I wanted to wipe the blood off of my face but with glass in my hands, I didn't want to risk cutting my face open.

That's when I heard someone gasping for air, someone other than me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Mary crawling out of the frame to her broken mirror. She was literally a foot away from me and she pushed herself to stand up. I also realized that the boys had stopped at the noise she had made and she was using her power to make them both bleed out of their eyes to prevent them from leaving. She walked towards them, ignoring me for the moment.

I glanced around quickly, wondering if there was something I could use to stop her. Dean and Sam had collapsed on the ground and blood was flowing from their eyes, pained gasps escaping their lips. I grabbed a mirror by me that was resting on the floor and faced it towards her.

"Bloody Mary," I gasped out, making her hesitate and turn to look at me. I could see her cold and calculating eyes glaring at me from behind her dark hair draping her face. I felt the blood start dripping out of my eyes and my face was pounding for all the blood escaping from my face. I let the bottom rest on my chest so it would show her full reflection.

I couldn't see her face when I propped the mirror in front of me but she had stopped walking towards them. I didn't know what was going on until I heard a raspy voice seemingly echo around the dark room.

"You killed them. All of those people, you killed them," it accused.

I heard gasping, just like the boys but it was feminine. A giant wave of relief washing over me, knowing that this feeble attempt actually turned out to have worked. I heard a crash, like glass shattering, and then silence. I took that as the sign that it was over and dropped the mirror to my side, hearing it break. I closed my eyes, feeling hot tears burning at my eyes but I refused to let them go.

"This has got to be like, six hundred years of bad luck," I heard Dean say after a minute.

I wanted to laugh but I didn't. My head, face, chest, and hands hurt. I wanted nothing more than to have a nice hot shower and curl up under the covers and fall into oblivion.

"Come on," Dean said as he got to his feet and helped Sammy up. "Let's go."

I sat back up and got to my feet, finding myself rather unsteady. I watched Dean and Sam lean on each other as they hobbled out. Dean glanced behind him, looking at me with narrowed eyes.

"Give me one minute Addison."

I was going to wait there for him, use him as support to get back to the car too but I didn't think I was going to be able to stand much longer. I followed after them, moving incredibly slowly. I used anything and everything for support, letting out little cries of pain when I had to use my hands and feel the glass cut deeper into them.

I heard the door open and I looked up at Dean. He was using the door for support and his eyes were filled with so much emotion it made my head hurt even more. I could practically feel it and I didn't have the energy to try and resist it. I stumbled and I thought I heard Dean say something but everything went black as I slipped into unconsciousness.

XxXxX

I woke up in the hotel room when it was light outside. I was lying in a bed by myself and I couldn't see anyone else in the room. I could feel my hands were wrapped and I figured Dean had been the one to take care of that. My body ached from head to toe and I couldn't help but let out a small groan.

"Addi?"

Sam walked out of the bathroom, concern etched on his features. He looked like he had showered and he was walking okay. I sat up and attempted to rub my eyes with my bandaged hands.

"You okay?" I said in a raspy voice.

"I should be asking you that," he said with a laugh and sat down on the bed next to me.

"Where's Dean? Is he okay?" I asked, looking up at Sam tiredly. I didn't know how long I had been out but it definitely didn't feel like I had rested at all.

"Yes he's okay. He took Charlie home and he'll be back in a bit," Sam said, doing his best to smile as genuinely as he could.

"Good," I huffed out, looking down and closing my eyes. I could really use a legit nap.

"Addi?"

I looked back up at Sam, finding his smile was gone. I didn't say anything, just waited for him to say something.

"What did Mary mean by you hiding stuff from us?" Sam asked.

I inhaled sharply at his question. I had completely forgotten my reflection had said anything about it. Gratefully, my mirror self hadn't gone into too much detail but Sam had still heard it. I could feel pure panic bubble inside of me. I cleared my throat and looked away, trying to hold my composure.

"It's nothing you need to worry about," I told him.

"Addison, why would Mary have attacked you too? What are you hiding?" Sam persisted, scooting closer to me. I leaned away defensively, tensing my sore muscles. I used my messy hair to shield my face from him, trying to hide my fear.

"You're hiding stuff from us too Sam. I'm not going to tell you what it is unless you tell me," I told him.

"You were there when the reflection said it. You know what I've been hiding," Sam told me. "Please."

"You wouldn't believe me if I did," I said softly, barely loud enough for him to hear me.

"Does Dean know?" He questioned, leaning over to try and look at my face.

"No."

Sam was silent for a moment and I pulled my knees to my chest, feeling very vulnerable. What if Sam told Dean I was hiding something from them? Even if Sam didn't tell Dean, he would never stop asking until I did say anything and he would tell Dean eventually anyway. I would be locked up and I would lose everything I've ever known.

"I'd believe you. Is it the reason why you've been having all those headaches?" He finally said.

"No you wouldn't Sam. Please don't ask me anymore and for the love of god, don't tell Dean," I pleaded.

I really didn't like keeping things from Dean but this was something that I just had to and there was no way around it.

Sam let out a sigh before pulling me into a tight hug I had not been expecting.

"Sammy?"

"I won't tell Dean if you don't tell Dean what you know about my secret. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here. We're family and I would never turn my back on you," Sam whispered in my ear.

I felt something break in the depths of my soul and I didn't even realize I was crying until Sam pulled away. That was another thing that I really hated, crying. It never did anything to help and was just a waste of time.

"I'm going to take a shower," I told him, throwing the blankets off of myself angrily and scooting off of the bed. I made my way to the bathroom and shut myself in, locking the door. I needed the time alone to gather myself and come back out.

Hot water normal relaxed me but I still felt just as wound up as when I entered the bathroom. Dean had returned in the middle of my extra-long shower and gathered me into his arms the moment I went to toss my dirty clothes into one of the bags. I buried my face in is chest, letting out a long sigh.

"Let's hit the road. I don't want to be here anymore," I said, my voice muffled against Dean's chest.

"I second that," Sam said from his bed.

Dean nodded and unwound himself from me, looking down at me with concern clear in his eyes. I offered a smile but it wasn't genuine and we both knew it. He planted a soft kiss on my forehead before heading back to the door.

"I'll go check us out," He said, leaving Sam and I alone again.

I started packing our things in their bags and tossing out the papers from the case, only keeping a couple in case we ran into something like this again. Sam helped me but we didn't say a word to each other. I didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing but I knew I would feel better the moment I put this place behind us.