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Chapter 9: Bloody Mary Part 1

I woke up around seven and wondered if Dean and Sam were up yet. No matter how thin you think the walls are you can't exactly put your ear up against it and tell if anyone's actually awake. I left the room after I slipped on some dark jeans and one of Sam's over sized t- shirts. I tiptoed as quietly as I could to Dean and Sam's room and put the key in the door. Luckily Dean had given it to me in case there was an emergency and I figured getting my bag was one of those emergencies. I also wanted to snake Dean's car keys so I could go get some breakfast.

I crept into the room and as far as I could tell both of the Winchesters were still asleep. I'm guessing I knew where the table was because I had the same room as them. Although I wasn't expecting my bag to be right in the middle of the floor, thanks a lot Dean, and tripped over it. I could hear Dean give a snort and turn over in the bed still asleep, but that was it.

Breathing a sigh of relief I got back up, only to be tackled over by I'm guessing the youngest Winchester.

"Wait, wait Sam it's me!" I said quietly before he could do some damage.

"Andy?" Sam asked helping me off the floor.

I sighed. "Jesus Sam, you scared the crap outta me."

He chuckled. "I scared you? You're the one creeping around our room in the dark."

"Dean's still asleep?" I asked. I couldn't tell because he stopped snoring.

"The guy can sleep through a civil war." Sam mused, opening one of the curtains. Some early morning light swept through the room and it took me a moment before my eyes could adjust. The room looked just like mine. Crappy pale wallpaper, flowered bed sheets, a mini kitchen and a table. I looked to Sam and I smiled at his attire. He had a checker pattern on his pants and a t- shirt.

"That shirt looks a bit familiar…" Sam said grabbing some of his clothes.

I smiled. "Yes…it's comfy and it's not my fault I can't ignore it when it's sitting on the bed when no ones around."

"Yeah, thought I misplaced it." Sam smiled letting out a yawn.

"Sleep well?" I asked.

He shrugged and I could tell he hadn't. "Nightmares?"

"Part of the job I guess. You're clothes are in your bag which is on the floor over there. We don't have a job at the moment so when you're done getting dressed we can go get breakfast. No need to wake Dean yet."

I looked over to Dean as Sam went into the bathroom. I could remember feeling my heart skip beats and a little light headed when I thought about him last night. But I didn't feel anything now. I could have sworn I had other feelings of him, I mean I'd known him since I was little. But even if I felt that way, I'm sure he still saw me as that little girl who wore pajamas with bunnies on them. Plus, being with a Winchester that way was probably not the best thing. It would make it harder and more stressful and neither Sam nor Dean deserved that.

I grabbed my bag and headed back to my room to get a shower. I had both of them right now and dating one would make me lose the other. Or at least that's what I figured.

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Sam fell asleep against the window of the Impala as we drove to Toledo. Dean had apparently found a job in the paper when we were eating breakfast. He hadn't really told us anything about it yet so I guessed we were still in information gathering stage.

"Where are we going again?" I asked, leaning up in between the seats.

"Toledo, Ohio."

"And why's that again?"

We got a red light and Dean turned his head to look at me. He was extremely close to my face but I didn't want to move because I was uncomfortable. He didn't seem to notice.

"I'm not sure yet. But it's a job so were going no matter what the hell it is."

I nodded as we pulled into a parking lot. "Should we let him sleep? I don't think he's getting a lot lately."

As I finished my sentence Sam started tossing and turning in the seat and Dean looked back at me. I could tell he was worried and he shook Sam for a moment.

"Sam wake up."

Sam jolted up and looked at Dean and then to me. "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 shrugged.

I rolled my eyes. "Right ten minutes is considered sleep."

He glared at me and Dean sighed. "You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio."

"So what do you think really happened to him?" I asked taking the paper from Dean.

"That's what we're gonna find out. Let's go."

We got out of the car and I stretched looking at Sam. "What did you dream about?"

He stopped and let Dean walk ahead of us. "You can't tell Dean."

I nodded, I could keep a secret. After all, Sam kept all of mine. "I was dreaming about Jess, I—"

"You two coming or what?" Dean called and I nodded.

"Tell me later."

I walked ahead of Sam and looked back at him for a moment. He was rubbing his hands over his face but followed nonetheless. I could tell keeping this information to himself was killing him. He needed to tell someone, to vent a little. I could help, but not now. Not while we had another job to do. The only thing I hated about this job was that all personal things had to go on hold.

The morgue technician looked up from his desk when we walked in. "Hey." He said and looked specifically at me and smiled.

I raised my eyebrows. You have got to be kidding me. I mean he wasn't extremely unattractive but I swear, every guy that ever looked at me didn't get very far. I knew what guys wanted, their brains only worked on two subjects. Food and sex. Dean was a very good example.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"Yeah. We're the uh...med students." Dean said trying to maneuver his way to the back room.

He looked confused. "Sorry?"

"Oh Doctor Figlavitch didn't tell you?" Dean said glancing at the desk next to him. He butchered the name but the technician didn't seem to notice. "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."

The guy wasn't swayed. Too bad it wasn't a woman, we'd be in there faster than you could say Dean's Godly woman powers. "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?"

"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.

Dean tried again. "Uh look man, this paper's like half hour grade, so if you don't mind helping us out."

"Oh look man." The technician mocked. "No."

Dean nodded and turned obviously pissed. "I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear." Dean muttered.

I patted Dean on the arm and stepped foreword leaning over the desk. Nothing like a low cut tank top to distract a morgue technician.

"Hey." I said slowly and I could feel both the Winchesters raise their eyebrows behind me.

"Maybe they can go see that body or whatever and we can stay here and…" I ran my finger along his desk. "Talk…"

Being shallow was another thing guys were attracted to. I learned a lot from hanging around Dean and meeting people like this. Guys were stupid.

The technician cleared his throat and stood, looking at Dean and Sam. "Follow me. I'll be back for you."

I smiled and when he headed off I made a gagging noise. "We'll be quick." Sam said smiling and Dean just looked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You could do that for a job ya know. Credit card fraud isn't the easiest thing to support."

I shoved him on the shoulder and he grinned. "Have fun."

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After a lot of bad flirting and almost vomiting Sam and Dean finally came to get me. And boy, they did look not happy about how that guy flirted back and asked for my number. That's what I was talking about before. Those two were more like my big brothers than anything else, even if I had feelings for both.

"You alright?" Dean asked me as we headed downstairs and out the door to the Impala.

"I had to prostitute myself. It was not my idea of fun." I said shaking my head.

Sam looked annoyed. "Yeah well I had to give him money when I asked each question I had before he left. Anyways, 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?"

"Uh, almost never." I laughed quietly and got into the car.

"Especially since there was exploding eyeballs from a stroke." Dean said.

"All right then, let's go talk to the daughter, you won't have to sell yourself on that one Andy." Sam said smiling.

"I'm glad you two are so hilarious." I loved being the laughing stock of the car.

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We walked into the daughter's house and I felt bad looking at all the people who were grieving. Especially since none of us were exactly dressed for the occasion.

"Feel like we're underdressed." Dean said slightly embarrassed and I nodded. We walked out to the back of the house and went over to where a group of girls were sitting. They looked up as we approached them and I was guessing the one with shorter hair was Donna and her little sister next to her. I felt so horrible for them. They were both without a mother and a father now. The other two girls next to them I guessed were friends.

" You must be Donna right?" Dean asked and she nodded.

I couldn't help but notice one of them staring at Dean and Sam as Sam apologized for Donna's loss. She looked highly pleased with what she was seeing and it made me want to hit her.

"I'm Sam, this is Dean and our sister Andy. We worked with your dad."

Since when the hell was I their sister?

"You did?" she asked.

"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 added trying to make a point. She wasn't the one that had been whoring after Sam and Dean so she was okay by me.

"It's okay. I'm okay." Donna added.

"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" Dean tried. Anything that could help us identify this damn thing.

"It wasn't a stroke." Her little sister said upset.

"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."

Sam bent down to Lily's eyelevel and spoke to her gently. I smiled slightly, the guy was such a sweetheart. "Lily, why would you say something like that?"

"Right before he died, I said it."

"You said what?" Sam asked.

"Bloody Mary- Three times in the bathroom mirror. She took his eyes, that's what she does." Lily said and I looked at Dean.

"Lily, there's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?" Dean said trying to squeeze a little more information.

She shook her head. "No I don't think so."

We apologized again and we secretly headed upstairs to where Donna's dad had died. Sam pushed open the bathroom door and I grimaced at the floor. There was till dried blood near the sink and under the door.

Sam reached down and touched the floor. "The Bloody Mary legend- Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?"

Dean shook his head. "Not that I know of."

"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 grumpily.

"Yeah well maybe everywhere it's just a story but here it's actually happening. What's your problem?" Dean asked.

I looked at him. "Nothing. Look maybe there not telling us everything they know."

"We can't just go demand information they don't have." Sam said standing.

"I'm sure one of them has some kind of information." I answered leaning against the doorframe.

"That one was looking at us. You're jealous." Sam said smiling.

I shrugged. So what if I was, it was natural. It wasn't like Dean and Sam had never been jealous in there entire lives. "It's not my fault she looked like a hussy." I muttered.

Dean's eyes widened but a grin came over his face as well. "Andy!"

I looked at him innocently. "What?"

"Ok let's not focus on this okay?" Sam said shaking off a slight laugh. "According to the legend, the person who says you know what, gets it. But here—"

Dean nodded now looking from me to the mirror. "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."

I shook off a little embarrassment from my previous outburst. "It's worth checking in to."

I needed to know when to keep my mouth shut, although it wasn't like Sam and I didn't make fun of all the girls Dean chose to 'wow' as he likes to call it. I was just making fun of one that was checking out both Dean and Sam. No harm no foul…it didn't mean anything. Or at least I hoped it didn't.

I heard a noise in the hallway and waved at both of them getting their attention. We tried getting out before whoever was coming could see us but she cut us off as soon as we left the bathroom.

"What are you doing up here?" It wasn't Donna or the hussy. It was the other girl.

"We—we, had to go to the bathroom."

I looked at Dean. That was his excuse? We all had to go to the bathroom…together?

"Who are you?" she asked.

"What's your name?" I asked right back.

"Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad." Dean answered before she could answer me.

"Charlie. And 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 obviously.

"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."

"Who are you, cops?"

I would have laughed if it wouldn't have blown our cover. We were so far from cops it was ridiculous. Cops couldn't do our job if they had a dummy 'how to' guide.

"Something like that."

"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."

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