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Chapter 11 Bloody Mary
"Dean," Blair started as she pulled up a story about a man's obituary that Dean had found in the paper and she had dreamed about, "There's no way that Darth Vader could win against Yoda."
"Why are you so sure about that?" Dean countered as he stopped at a red light.
"Because he was the grandmaster of the Jedi order," She answered with an amused grin, "You have to have some moves in the force to get that title."
"He's like three feet tall," He countered.
"And Vader's tall and slow," She pointed out.
If someone had informed Dean a few months that he would be having an argument about Star Wars with his adoptive little sister, he would've laughed before putting a bullet in them. She noted that Sam was having another nightmare, after the plane case from not even two days ago she wasn't surprised. What that demon said had to have done a number on him. She gently shook his shoulder as Dean pulled up to a large building. She hadn't missed the fact that most mortuaries were ridiculous, though this one served as a hospital as well. She was a bit amused by the columns that attempted to give the building a Romanized look. Sam jumped a bit and looked at Blair in confusion, she was dressed in the white dress shirt black skirt combo from two days ago her flannel jacket stood out a bit against the formal attire, and turned to look out the window. They were outside a large ostentatious building.
"I was having a nightmare, wasn't I?" He muttered.
"Yeah, another one," Dean commented.
"Hey, at least I got some sleep this time," Sam attempted to be optimistic.
His nightmare had begun to change. One moment it was Jess up on the ceiling asking him why and the next…he didn't want to think about it. He brought a hand up and gently removed Blair's from his shoulder. She gave him an apologetic smile and turned back to her laptop.
"You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this," Dean informed him, he was starting to question when another shift had happened.
"Are we here?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, and here's the obituary," Blair informed him as she handed over her laptop.
Sam quickly read about the story of a Steven Shoemaker. There weren't any details as to how he died, just that he had a stroke. He closed the lip upon finishing the article and she put it into the back with her backpack. He made sure his eyes didn't stay downward.
"Welcome to Toledo, Ohio," Dean stated, it was an obvious reference to Jurassic Park.
"So, what do you think really happened to this guy?" Sam asked.
"That's what we are going to find out," Dean replied, "Let's go."
They headed out of the Impala. Blair was surprised when Sam held out a hand to her. He'd been doing things like this more often, and she was getting confused. Bridget would've lost her mind at the scene and would've told her sister to stop being an oblivious virgin. Ben on the other hand would've been photographing the two, his sister had never been interested in someone, and he wanted to document such a rare occurrence.
Blair accepted his hand and he helped pull her out of the Impala. She closed the passenger door and they headed up towards the glass doors that led inside the building. They were walking close together; Sam was still reeling from his nightmare. Blair was attempting to ignore how close he was, her neck was burning and she felt tense.
"It's room one forty-four," Blair quietly stated as they entered the building.
It was easy to find, seeing it had a plaque that named it as the morgue. They headed inside and were met with two desks. One for a Dr. D. Feiklowicz and the other for the Technician. Who was actually standing at his desk and looking through some papers. He had a shaved head and dark eyes. He was currently looking at them with raised brows.
"Hello, can I help you?" He asked.
"Yeah, we're the, uh...med students," Dean stated.
"I'm sorry?" He questioned.
"Didn't Doctor Feiklowicz tell you about us?" Blair asked.
Sam narrowed his eyes just the slightest when the man's attention turned towards her. Dean joined him in that sentimentality. That was his little sister the man was checking out. She had a far too good innocent expression. Dean was under the impression that was her resting face.
"We talked to him on the phone, we're from Ohio State," Dean stated getting the man's attention, "He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper, a group project."
"I am sorry," The Technician stated, "But he's at lunch."
"Oh well," Dean stated with a sigh, "You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?"
"Sorry, I can't," Came the reply, "The Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want."
"An hour?" Blair asked.
"We have to be heading back to Columbus by then," Dean stated giving Sam a look.
"Yeah," Sam nodded.
"Look man, this paper is our final paper and half our grade," Dean started, "If you don't mind helping us out."
"Look, man…no," The Technician denied them.
Dean gave a little laugh and turned towards Sam and Blair. His happy expression dropped to one of slight anger and annoyance. Blair couldn't help but agreed with him on that sentiment. The Technician was far more annoying that the pervert her mother had hired back home.
"I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear," Dean mumbled to the two.
"I'll help," Blair mumbled to him.
Sam rolled his eyes at the two and hit Deans arm. The two hunters watched as he pulled out his wallet and opened it. He pulled out some twenties and laid five of them upon the Technician's desk. The man picked it up with an appeased expression.
"Follow me," He told them.
He moved from behind his desk and began to head towards a door. Sam went to follow but was stopped by Dean. Blair moved past them with her hands firmly in her jacket pockets. Sam raised a brow at Dean.
"Dude, I earned that money," Dean stated.
"In a poker game," Sam pointed out.
"And?" Dean questioned.
Sam rolled his eyes and started to catch up with Blair. He didn't trust the Technician. The morgue was cold and had an antiseptic smell to it. Blair was looking around with very well concealed dislike. He couldn't help but agree with her. The Technician had pulled the body out of the refrigerated cabinet, and opened the plastic covering the body.
"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him," Sam stated as he finally saw the body, "She said his eyes were bleeding."
"More than that," The Technician corrected, "They practically liquified."
"A stroke can cause a few blood vessels to pop, but never like this," Blair stated, "Do you suppose that could point to a sign of struggle?"
"Unless you think his daughter did it," The Technician dryly commented.
"Not at all," She stated with a small smile, "It's just a very weird case of a massive stroke."
"Well something burst up there, that's for sure," The Technician informed her.
Dean got the distinct feeling that she was being flirted with. He turned to spare his brother a quick glance. Sam was in a protective mode. He couldn't blame him; he was really close to punching the guy.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"Intense cerebral bleeding," The Technician replied, "this guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."
"What could cause the eyes to become mush?" Sam questioned.
"Burst capillaries," Came the reply, "You see a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims."
"Never exploding eyeballs," Dean pointed out.
"It's a first for me as well, but hey, I'm not the Doctor," The Technician stated with a slight shrug.
"Do you think we could take a look at the police report for our paper?" Dean asked.
"I'm not really supposed to show you that," The Technician stated, a glint in his eyes.
Sam gained an annoyed expression as he pulled his wallet out and handed over a few more twenties. The Technician gave them a pleasant smile and zipped the plastic cover on the body close. They had to follow him back up to the main office so they could get a look at the police report. It didn't take them long to read through the papers. They left with fake smiles.
"Are you sure you dreamed of this?" Dean asked Blair as they walked through the hospital section of the building.
"Yes, he was standing in front of a mirror and his eyes and ears were bleeding," Blair stated, "And I've never seen a single stroke victim look like that before."
Sam sometimes forgot that her family ran a mortuary. She didn't really bring it up that often and he'd never seen evidence that she had worked at it as well. Until she pointed out the fact that she had seen a victim of stroke before. He knew all about trying to leave the smoky business, somehow, he always got dragged back into it.
"Let's go talk to the daughter," Sam stated, "If anyone saw something it would be her."
They exited the building, and headed towards the Impala. The Shoemakers lived in a middle-class two-story house, which was currently having a wake. Dean and Sam stood out amongst the nicely dressed attendees. Dean looked down at his clothes before gaining an amused expression.
"We're underdressed," He commented.
"There was one lad that came into a wake wearing nothing but a garbage bag," Blair informed him, "They decided to have a wake on Saints Patties."
The two had varying expressions of amusement and disgust. Blair chuckled at their expressions and walked into the sea of mourners. They needed to find Steven's kids. She paused as an older woman walked past her and looked towards the two Winchester's. They had actually stopped someone to ask where the Daughters were. She looked up towards the second story. The bathroom was where it had happened in her dream. She headed up the stairs and rounded the corner.
The door was slightly ajar, like someone had been looking into it. She pushed it out a bit more and looked inside. Some dried blood stood out against the tan tiles and she looked towards the mirrors. She sighed a bit. There was no way that a ghost could have gotten stuck in a modern mirror, it lacked the age. She then tapped a finger against her chin, it certainly didn't lack the death.
"Find anything?" Dean's voice caused her to jump a bit.
"Nothing but a bit of leftover dried blood," She replied, "Has anything like this happened before?"
"No, but the daughter Lily stated that she called on Bloody Mary," Dean replied as he checked out the bathroom.
"Good old scratch your eyes out Mary," She stated with a wince, "I doubt its Queen Mary Tudor."
"The original Mary?" Sam raised his brows, "Wouldn't the victims be religious?"
She stared at him for a few seconds before nodding in agreement. Dean almost rolled his eyes at the two nerds. As he turned a mirror he smiled in slight amusement. He was getting so much material.
"I've never heard of Dad finding any evidence that this was real," Dean pointed out.
"I mean, everywhere else all over the country, kids will play the game, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it," Sam added.
"Maybe it's a specific Mary?" Blair quietly added, "Most tales I hear is that it's an old woman, this one was young."
"It's worth checking in to," Sam nodded.
They left the bathroom and almost ran into a blonde girl. Blair hadn't stopped in time and ran right into Sam. She gave a quiet apology and backed up a bit when he sent her a surprise look. The blonde glared at the three.
"What are you doing up here?" She asked them.
"We lost our intern," Dean explained, "Turns out she wasn't feeling too good
"Cut the crap," The girl stated, "Donna's Dad worked by himself, so who are you? Tell me what's going on, or I start screaming."
"All right, all right," Sam stated, some slight annoyance creeping into his tone at being backed into a corner, "We think something happened to Donna's dad."
"Yeah," The girl scoffed, "A stroke."
"There was no sign of a typical stroke," Blair piped up, "We think it might be something else."
"Like what?" The girl questioned.
"Honestly? We don't know yet, but we don't want it to happen to anyone else," Sam informed her, "That's the truth."
"So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead," Dean told her.
The blonde contemplated their words for a few seconds. She studied their faces. Dean seemed cocky, and more than a bit arrogant, but he was being serious and it plain as day on his face. Sam was the one she thought was cute and his eyes showed nothing but truthfulness. She studied the last one, who hadn't been outside. She was pretty, actually very pretty with those honey colored eyes, and was giving her a serious look that matched Deans.
"Who are you guys? The cops?" She finally asked.
The three shared a collective look at that. Blair shoved her hands into her pockets and decided that watching Sam's face was entertainment. She found it fun to count how many times his dimples appeared. She was at two for the day.
"Something like that," Dean admitted, as Sam starched his pockets for a pen and some paper.
He didn't find any paper so he turned to Blair. She searched hers and found a small slip in her skirt pocket. He smiled at her as he accepted it and scribbled something on it. She was up to three dimples. She couldn't help but see that as a good day.
"Here," Sam held out the paper to the girl, "If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary...just give us a call."
She accepted the paper and moved so the three could pass her. Blair gave her a small wave before hurrying to catch up with the two. She was already thinking about what books she could scour to find the information she needed. She was most likely going to be on her laptop for most of the information. Those thoughts filled her mind as they drove to the library.
They walked into the library and she split from them. She saw a small table that was out of the way and she wanted to claim it before anyone else. She placed her bag down and took a seat. It didn't take her long to start up her laptop and delve into what could be happening.
It was quite for some time and she was undisturbed for a while. Until a tall blonde man sat next to her. She looked at him in confusion before closing her laptop. She wasn't impressed by him, he looked arrogant. As her roommate would call him, a douchebag.
"Can I help you?" She asked him in a polite tone.
"I just came over to say you should smile more," He informed her, and he got a look of disbelief in return.
"What century do you live in?" She questioned without thinking, she decided to quickly apologize as the man turned a slight red, "Please excuse me, that was rude."
She was inwardly berating herself for splitting up with Dean and Sam. She searched for them through her eyelashes and felt like kicking herself when she couldn't find them. The man moved closer to her and she moved back. She really didn't like this guy, at least Tanya had charisma to pull off some of these sayings. That thought had been a trip down memory lane for her. She shook herself from those thoughts and attempted to think of a way to turn to man down.
"Listen, I'm flattered," She started as she held up her hands in a placating manner, "But I was only here waiting for my boyfriend."
"What kind of guy leaves a girl like you waiting?" The man asked her.
"My guy," She replied as she put her laptop into her bag.
"He sounds like a total dick," The man commented.
"He isn't," She was starting to get defensive.
"Then why is it he hit you?" He countered.
She was going to hit him. How dare he accuse Dean and Sam of hitting her. They would never, outside of combat training that is, hit her. She clenched her jaw as an attempt to stay calm. It wouldn't do her any good to lose her cool with him. It would almost give him some form of credence to the accusations.
"How dare you assume that he hit me," She stated in a frosty tone, "The guy I'm with is ten times the man you seem to be, when a girl seems defensive you should back the fuck off."
Sam came around a bookshelf at those words and narrowed his eyes at the blonde man who was slowly growing red. She looked towards him and her frosty expression melted. She was smiling in relief and she stood up from her chair and walked towards him. He wasn't prepared for her to grab onto his arm. She sent him an apologetic look and he suddenly understood.
"How was class, luv?" She asked him.
"It ran a little over," He explained in a sheepish tone, "Sorry for keeping you waiting, babe."
She smiled up at him as she heard the man curse and stomp away. It was a few seconds until she was sure he was gone that she released Sam's arm. Sam hadn't realized that he rather liked being called "Luv" by someone. Him and Jess had used the normal "babe", "hon", "Honey", and "sweetie" that most couples used.
"Sorry for using you like that," Blair told him as she gave him an apologetic smile.
"It's all right," He shrugged, "He seemed like a dick."
"He accused one of you guys of abusing me, so yeah, that's a very lenient way of labeling him," She stated in a dark tone.
He felt touched that she was pissed on his and Deans behalf. He felt a smile growing on his face and he grabbed her hand. She gave him a confused look. He bent over to explain it to her.
"He most likely has a few friends watching you, or he himself is watching," He quietly informed her.
She felt her neck and face grow warm at how close he was. She quickly cooled down at the dread that those words brought. She nodded her understanding, it had been her first time being hit on like that and she was going to trust Sam on this one, and moved her hand so it was more comfortable. Less parent leading child across the street.
Dean narrowed his eyes at the two as they walked up to the Impala hand in hand. A part of him wanted to say "finally", but he had a feeling that what happened wasn't what he wanted to happen. Blair looked relieved when they made it to the car, and Sam looked a little disappointed when he had to let go of her hand. She let out a small sigh.
"Some dick was flirting with her," Sam explained, "He was pretty adamant and kept pushing."
"You were the pretend boyfriend," Dean muttered with a slightly sympathetic expression on his face.
He got a bitch face at that before they headed over to a very small motel. The woman behind the counter eyed them for a few seconds before giving them their room keys. It was a pleasant surprise when they opened the door to see a clean roll-away bed sitting in a corner. Blair was relieved and immediately claimed it with the blanket from the Impala, she couldn't help but find the smell that came from it relaxing. Leather and cologne, that's what it smelt like.
"You can borrow my laptop," Blair offered to Dean as he mulled through some files that he got from the library, "I was in the databanks."
He gave her a small smile and she handed him her laptop. He moved through some local cases, one involving a guy named Dave who had a mirror fall on him, and found nothing. That had taken him an hour, and in that hour the other two fell asleep. Blair had curled up on the roll-away, quite literally her knees could probably touch her chest, and was muttering away. Sam was twitching in a way that told him it was another nightmare, which was a pity since it had started out as a happy dream from the sounds he was letting out in the beginning.
"Why'd you let me sleep?" Sam's voice asked.
"Cause I'm an awesome brother," Dean replied with a grin, "So what did you dream about?"
"Lollipops and candy canes," Sam dryly informed him.
"Yeah, sure," Dean scoffed.
Sam sat up on his bed and rolled his shoulders. He looked around and noted that Blair was asleep. He wondered if she could curl up into a ball. He got up from his bed and moved over to put her blanket on her shoulders. Dean raised his brows before writing something down on a small notepad next to the laptop. He was getting annoyed at the fact that the two were tiptoeing around each other. He looked towards the window and gave a mental note to completely close the Impala windows. Dark clouds were slowly gathering in the sky and it looked as if it was going to rain.
"Did you find anything?" Sam asked.
"Besides a whole new level of frustration?" Dean sarcastically asked before turning serious, "No, I've looked at everything local, there were two women who committed suicide in front of a mirror, a Laura and Catherine, and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave."
"No Mary then," Sam stated as he sat back down on the bed, "Maybe we just haven't found it yet."
"I also checked for strange deaths, but there's nothing," Dean commented, "I know that Blair hasn't been wrong yet, but maybe it's over?"
Sam went to respond when his cell phone went off. Blair stirred and sat up and Dean gave her a small wave, she returned it in a disoriented way and turned to look at Sam. Sam was searching his jacket pockets before pulling out his phone. He didn't recognize the number. He shifted on the bed and the dark grey duvet crinkled under his movement as he flipped it open and pressed the answer button,
"Hello?" He answered.
It was quiet for a few minutes and the other two could hear the distressed sounds of a girl. Blair couldn't help but notice it sounded like the girl from earlier and she gave a quiet sigh. She had already been concerned; her dream had consisted of a blonde-haired girl chanting "Bloody Mary" in front of a mirror while someone on the other end of the phone tried to stop her. Sam's look of concern deepened hers and she got up from the roll-away with stiff movements. She wasn't going to go with them, that would be a waste of her time and could halt their investigation, but she was going to grab a few drinks from a nearby vending machine so that she could stay awake as she researched.
"You two go on ahead," She told them and they turned to her in surprise, "I can look up any information that you might need, just give me a call if you need me."
"Don't run around with any scissors," Dean joked and he got a roll of the eyes and a highly amused snort.
He exited the room. Blair looked towards Sam who looked reluctant to leave her by herself. The last time that he left someone he cared about alone they ended up dead. She gave him a soft look of understanding and headed towards her bag. His shoulders relaxed as he saw her pull out a canister of salt. He hesitated for a few seconds before a loud honk rang out. He headed out the door and she smiled at the purring of the Impala as it drove away. She waited for a few minutes before putting salt in front of the door and windows, even if it was to appease Sam, she felt a bit better after doing it. She then found herself perched in the chair that Dean had previously been sitting in.
She was glad that he hadn't been eating or drinking around her laptop. He was rather careful with some of her belongings and it brought a smile to her face. She held her fingers over the keys and started to tap away as she searched for the death of any Mary. She paused for a few seconds and pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket so it was in reach just in case it ran.
She was reading an article on a Mary from the 1800s that had died in a barn from unknown causes when her phone went off. She gave a slight jump and reached for it. She smiled slightly at the caller and quickly swiped the bar to answer. She gave a quick glance at the time and her brows raised slightly; she'd been researching for well over an hour.
"Hello Sam," She greeted as she moved onto a different article, "Did you guys find anything?"
"Yeah, the name Gary Bryman," Sam replied, she could hear some movement on the other end and some quiet conversation.
She typed in the name in the data base for the local area. She pressed her ear against her phone and trapped it against her shoulder as she looked for any mention of a Gary. There was one and she quickly read it. The sound of shuffling caused a slight smile to appear on her face.
"Gary Bryman was an eight-year-old boy who was killed two years ago in a hit and run," She informed him, "The car is described as a black Toyota Camry, there were no plates or any description of the driver."
She could hear Sam telling Dean that information and she set her phone down and put him on the speaker so she could still use her hands without dropping it. She exited out of the article and went back to searching. She didn't really know how the United States took care of criminal cases or investigation besides the police and FBI. She supposed that Homeland Security could also be put into that category.
"Do you need me for anything else at the moment?" she asked, "I was thinking of getting something to drink."
"Not at the moment," Sam replied, he sounded sheepish and she smiled before hanging up.
She closed the lid to her laptop and grabbed her room key. She actually welcomed the cool air as she headed out of the room. There was a couple outside of a room and she felt her face burn as she saw how heated they were at the moment. She quickly looked away and headed towards the vending machine. It was mainly stocked with sodas something she was still growing accustomed to. She saw a thing of lemonade and decided to get that. She made a face upon hearing a woman's voice.
"So loud," She muttered as the lemonade dropped and she stooped over to pick it up.
She headed back to the room and headed inside. She would rather be in the room than out in the open when the boys were gone. She made a face as the door closed behind her. The woman's voice was echoing through the room. It almost made her want to leave the area until she was sure that they were done. She searched for her headphones in her bag and eventually found them. She put them on and plugged them into the laptop before turning on her music and blocking out the sound of the two in the other room.
Dean and Sam came back to a room where Blair was sitting at the table. Well, she had her head under a pillow and her forehead resting against the wood surface of the table. Dean closed the door behind them and stepped over the salt line before heading to the bathroom. Sam moved over to the table and tapped one of the hands holding onto the pillow. She shifted and looked at him from under the pillow. An ear bud came out of her ear and he could hear the music she was listening to. It was more Japanese.
"Oh good, they ran out of stamina," She muttered before moving the pillow off of her head and sitting up, "Did you two find anything else out?"
"Well Steven Shoemaker might've killed his wife," Sam answered as she stopped her music and put her headphones away.
"Why does it seem like there's a specific thing that Mary is going after?" She stated as she leaned back in her chair, "Is she going after people with secrets?"
"Seems like it," He agreed as he sat down in one of the chairs.
A loud sound came from behind them and he turned around in surprise. Blair made a face and put her forehead against the wood again. Dean let out a sound from the bathroom. He had been washing his hands when the sound had began. He had to ask, he needed to know if it was safe to exit the bahtroom.
"Is it safe to come out?" He asked.
"Of course, it is," Blair informed him, "It's not us."
Sam looked at her in surprise as Dean headed out of the bathroom. He took one look at her face and knew that she hadn't meant anything by that. He joined them at the table and motioned towards the laptop. She handed it over to him and he began to tap on the keys with ease. The keys were loose compared to the ones at a public computer, he was going to have to borrow her laptop more often.
"You're doing a nationwide search?" Sam asked him as he looked at the screen.
"At this point any Mary who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me," Dean stated.
"That makes sense since there's nothing local," Blair commented, "There might be something that follows the pattern as well."
"Someone who died with a secret," Sam muttered as he thought about it.
"I was thinking the same thing," Dean told them as he stared at the laptop screen.
"There's a lot of folklore about mirrors-that they reveal all your lies, all your secrets, that they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why it's bad luck to break them," Sam stated.
"Maybe if you have a really nasty one where someone died, and Mary sees it she punishes you for it," Dean added.
"Whether you're the one that summoned her or not," Sam stated in a dark tone.
Blair felt a shiver go down her spine at that. The was a twisted sense of justice, in a way she could understand why Mary was going after these people. That scared her that she could understand where a spirit was coming from. She ran a hand down her face. It was a bad day when you found yourself agreeing with a malevolent spirit.
"Take a look at this," Dean told them as he turned the laptop to face them.
There was a picture of a woman lying in a puddle of blood in front of a mirror. Underneath it was a picture of a handprint with letters next to it. It seemed to spark something in Sam as Blair stared at it in slight confusion. She didn't really know what the pictures could pertain to, but she had a feeling it was something the two had found out about Mary.
"It looks like the same handprint," Sam stated.
"This was Mary Worthington, an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne Indiana," Dean stated.
Blair gained an exhausted expression. As much as she loved riding in the Impala, she didn't want to go for a ride. She knew better than to say anything and kept her mouth shut. That was the life of a hunter, and, unfortunately, that was her life now. Sure, it had actually been exciting at first, but the constant nightmares and traveling was enough to bother even her. She could probably get away with sleeping on the way to Indiana. She knew that Dean wasn't going to let her stay behind, his father did give him orders to watch her after all.
The drive to Indiana was five hours to and would be five hours back. Dean wasn't even surprised when his two passengers fell asleep in the second hour. He did, however, take a photo of the two with his phone when they ended up leaning against each other. He blared the music when they arrived and Sam jumped. Blair on the other hand stayed asleep. She was out of commission and would most likely stay that way while they talked to the Detective that had been in charge of the case. Sam had gently moved her away before he got out of the Impala and they headed towards the detective agency.
Blair woke up a few minutes after that when she sneezed. She looked around before tilting her head back to look up at the ceiling of the Impala. It was a lighter color than the leather of the seats. The doors opened and she looked at the two boys as they got in. They looked thoughtful. Dean started the Impala and they began to drive.
"Well someone just said Mary around...Charlie?" Blair didn't really know the blonde's name from earlier, but was sure that it was Charlie, "Mary is going after Charlie and not the girl who said it."
"Shit," Dean cursed.
"So, you guys are going to talk to her, right?" Blair asked.
"You don't want to join us?" Sam asked in surprise.
"She doesn't really know me and she likes you guys," She replied in grim amusement, "It'd probably go better if you guys talked to her."
It made sense to them. Sam pulled out his phone and punched in a number as Dean quickly explained what they had learned. She couldn't help but think it made sense that Mary was going after people with a secret. Mary had one as well and it died with her. She had secrets of her own, things that she never even told her own family. If one of the two were to chant the name in front of mirror Mary would probably go after her. Sam's secret was something that she had figured out in Jericho having somehow weeded it out of him due to her having a vision. He had dreamed about Jess dying weeks before it happened. She kept his secret since she knew that things like visions did worry Dean. He didn't like the idea of having to hurt people he cared about.
"Mary's brother sold the mirror to a store called Estate Antiques," Sam told them as he got off the phone, "The store's in Toledo."
"The old superstition of mirrors capturing spirits seems to finally have some truth to it," Dean commented.
"Yeah but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?" Sam questioned.
"I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it," Dean stated.
He was ready to put Mary to a forcible rest. She was going after Charlie, and that meant that the spirit was seeing things in black and white. Charlie had seemed like a good kid, she reminded him of Blair. Sam's phone rang and he picked it up. As soon as Charlie spoke, he knew that she was in deep trouble. They made it to Toledo in record time of four and a half hours. Dean was able to speed the entire way.
Charlie had been waiting outside the motel for them and the three hunters were surprised. Dean and Sam went in with her to talk with her and make sure she was safe. Blair stayed in the Impala. She watched as the couple from the other day, she knew for a fact that a whole day had passed while they drove that and the fact that the sky was dark was a very pivotal factor, walked out of their room hand in hand. They were talking happily together. It was the first time she had been jealous of a couple. She felt stupid for getting jealous over a couple, she didn't need someone.
Her thoughts were disrupted by a drop of water hitting the windshield. She looked up towards the sky and gave a small smile. She actually missed the rain. She couldn't believe that she had missed the rain of all things. The one thing she had hated growing up was something she was happy about. How the times change. Sam came out of the motel room with a scowl on his face. He hurried towards the Impala and got into the front seat with Blair.
"So, her boyfriend pulled the 'if you leave me, I'll kill myself' stunt on her," He informed her, "And he actually went through with it."
"But it's not her fault that he killed himself," She stated with a frown.
"I know," He stated, "But Spirits don't see shades of grey, she had a secret that involved someone dying and that was good enough for Mary."
"I see," She muttered.
She was quiet after that and he sent a look towards her. He had to wonder if she had a secret like that. He and Dean didn't know everything about her. Quite a few people had secrets like that, or things that had happened that could count as a secret. She was staring out at the rain with a strange expression on her face. It was bemused nostalgia. It turned into amusement as Dean walked into the rain and quickened his pace to get out of it. He got in as well and they were off once again.
"I've been thinking it might not be enough to just smash the mirror," Sam stated.
"Why?" Dean asked.
"She can move through other mirrors," Sam stated, "Who's to say that she's not going to keep hiding in them forever, so maybe we should try to pin her down and summon her to her mirror and then smash it."
"Well how do you know that's going to work?" Dean questioned.
"I don't, not for sure," Sam confirmed.
"And who's going to summon her?" Blair questioned sending him a look.
"I will," Sam admitted, he almost didn't want to admit that he had that planned, "She'll come after me."
"That's it," Dean stated as he pulled the car over with a sharp turn of the steering wheel, "This is about Jessica, isn't it?"
Blair sat back at that and almost wished she was in the back seat. She really didn't want to be in the middle of an argument with the two. They could be loud when they wanted to. Also, the subject of the argument was a family affair and she wasn't really family. She moved to the point to where she was slumped in her seat.
"You think that's your dirty little secret that you killed her somehow?" Dean continued his rant, "Sam, this has got to stop, man. I mean, the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the night—it's gonna 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 hell, why don't you take a swing at me? I mean I'm the one that dragged you away from her in the first place."
"I don't blame you," Sam informed him.
"Then don't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done," Dean stated.
"I could've warned her," Sam countered.
"So could I," Blair stated, actually adding herself into the argument which surprised Dean.
"You two didn't know it was going to happen," Dean commented as Sam turned to Blair with a frown on his face, "And besides, all of this isn't a secret, the two of us know all about it, it wouldn't work with Mary."
"Then why don't I do it?" Blair offered before Sam could argue that Dean knew everything about his secret, "I have things I haven't told either of you."
"You couldn't hurt a fly," Dean informed her, she gave him a look at that and turned her attention towards the road.
She couldn't, but that didn't mean she didn't have a secret that involved a death. Sam and Dean looked at her in surprise when she didn't say anything else. It gave their father some credibility that she could be dangerous. They could get the secrets after the spirit was taken care of. Dean started to drive again, this time the drive was tense. The shop was small and the rain had stopped by the time they parked. Sam had some difficulty picking the lock and when the door opened, they were welcomed to the sight of a roomful of mirrors.
"Well, that's just great," Dean stated as he pulled out a picture of the mirror, "Let's start looking."
Blair walked around the shop with the flashlight of her phone out. She passed a tall standing mirror and noted that her leg looked pretty normal compared to how she thought it would look after the stitches. It had three vertical scars going down her leg that made it look like she had gotten attacked by a dog more than hit by a car. She almost jumped when Sam moved behind her. He wouldn't meet her eyes and she felt a pit in her stomach. She put her free hand into her skirt pocket and continued on.
"Maybe they've already sold it," Dean stated.
"I don't think so," Sam commented as he stopped in front of a mirror.
Blair joined them and the mirror from the picture stood in front of them. It was old, and had rather nice engraving on the wood. It was a beautiful mirror so it was unfortunate that a spirit was attached to it and killing people. Dean gave a soft sigh.
"Which one of you is doing this?" He asked.
"I will," Blair stated as she crossed her arms across her chest.
Sam wanted to argue but she sent him a look. He made a face as she stepped up to the mirror. Dean had remembered to bring the crowbars and pressed one into her hand. She accepted it and found it to be lighter than the rifle she used back in her club. She just hoped she could give it one good swing for the son of a bitch hurting people.
"Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary," She stated.
It was a normal tone and the only thing that caused some sort of pause was light coming through the windows of the store. Dean knew he was going to deal with it, Sam wasn't going to let Blair out of his sight. At least one of them was following their father's orders. He placed his crowbar near the mirror in case he needed it.
"I'll go check that out, you two stay here and smash anything that moves," Dean told them.
He walked off. Blair heard a breath and turned to look at a mirror to her left. She had underestimated just how hard this was going to be with how she could change mirrors. Sam moved to where they were standing back to back and they eyed the mirrors in distrust. Sam saw something out of the corner of his eye and he smashed the mirror. Blair smashed one to her left and she turned towards Marys' mirror.
"Come on, you bleedin' coward," She hissed.
She frowned when her reflection moved. She hadn't moved. She felt a pain go through her chest and she dropped to her knees as she clutched at her chest. Sam quickly moved towards the mirror but the words the reflection was saying caused him to pause in shock.
"You killed him wee one," Her reflection stated, "Good old da wouldn't be dead if you'd never been born, of course you blocked that memory, but that didn't stop the nightmares. Mum might've actually been happy if you hadn't come along, she might've loved you if you weren't such a fucking freak."
Blair let out a pained sound that tore Sam from his shock. He brought the crowbar into the mirror and it smashed with ease. He watched as the shards of glass rained down on the ground. He moved towards Blair and knelt down.
"Blair," He quietly called as he placed a hand on her back.
"Nice plan, Fred," She informed him as she looked up at him.
She had tear trails of blood going down her face and she looked tired. Dean had returned and was looking at the two in worry. He got a small wave from Blair and he was relieved that she seemed all right. He wondered what her secret was that it brought her to her knees. He moved towards them and knelt as well, they needed to get her up and walking. He may have knocked some police officer's unconscious.
"Oh, what is this the fucking Ring?" Blair asked as Mary made another appearance by crawling out of the smashed mirror frame.
Two men fell to the ground when pain started in their chests. Blood was going down their face as the two attempted to squirm away. Blair had stopped moving and Dean felt around for some kind of weapon. His hand hit a mirror and he held it up so that Mary was forced to see her own reflection.
"You killed them!" Her reflection accused, "All those people, you killed them!"
She started choking as her reflection continued to accuse her, growing louder and louder until she melted into a puddle of blood. Dean let out a grunt and tossed the mirror. It shattered upon impact with the ground.
"Hey Sam?" Dean called as the two relaxed slightly.
"Yeah?" Sam questioned.
"This has got to be like what? Six hundred years of bad luck?" Dean asked.
Sam gave a weak chuckle at that. He gave a groan as he pushed himself to his feet. Dean slowly followed suit. His brother shuffled towards Blair and held his hand under her nose. She was taking very small breaths. There was a sigh of relief as he moved his hand and gently pushed her hair back from her face.
"She make it?" Dean asked as he lumbered towards them.
"Yeah," Sam confirmed, "Dude, she didn't kill someone."
Dean nodded at that and Sam had him help put Blair on his back. It was easier for him to carry her on his back. They cleaned up their blood before heading out of the store. The two officers were still on the ground as they headed towards the Impala. The drive back to the motel was far less tense. Blair woke up with a start and looked as if she immediately regretted her decision to open her eyes.
"Did we win?" Blair asked.
"Yeah," Dean confirmed for her.
"Nice," she stated with a slight smile.
She didn't say anything when they picked up Charlie and drove her home. Charlie was relieved that it was over, and she could stop looking over her shoulder. She looked towards the front seat at the three who had taken care of the spirit before it could kill her. The only female had her head on Sam's shoulder and was sleeping quietly.
"Is this really over?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah, it's over," Dean nodded as they pulled up to her home.
"Thank you," She smiled as she shook his hand before getting out of the back seat.
"Charlie?" Sam called and got her to stop as she headed towards her home, "Your boyfriend's death...you really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happen."
Charlie gave him a faint smile before continuing on her way to her home. Dean was fixing Sam a look at his words. That was very sound advice. Dean gave Sam a gentle hit outside of the head. He got a bitchface in response.
"That's good advice," Dean commented.
He drove off and everything was quiet, save for the sound of the Impala and the quiet rock station playing over the radio. He looked towards the kid and noticed that her breathing was off. She had been under Mary's influence longer than they had. It was bound to have some effect of her. He wanted to comment on the fact that Sam had wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Hey Sam?" Dean called.
"Yeah?" Sam quietly replied.
"Now that this is all over, what is her secret?" Dean questioned.
"I'm pretty sure she was blamed for her father's death," Sam quietly replied after a few seconds.
"She was three," Dean pointed out.
"I don't think that mattered to her mother," Sam muttered.
Dean frowned at that. He didn't like the idea of a parent blaming a child for something they couldn't even do. He suddenly found himself feeling lucky that his father didn't blame Sam for what happened. he wondered how she had carried that with her for so long. He just thought she was naturally quiet.