Sabrina's POV

What happened at the morgue was very embarrassing. That has never happened to me before and honestly, being part angel, terrified me. I've known love besides father and daughter love and even then I'm barely grasping it. Then there was the lust in general. I never felt that before but this guy had it for me. I did not like it.

I was glad Sam gave me his jacket because I felt ashamed as an angel that I wore something low enough for something like that to happen. Though I knew Sam wasn't going to let me get rid of the shirt as he assured me it was only a one time deal. Though after his attitude changed when he and Dean got in the car. They must have had an argument while I was in the car.

Now we were at the Shoemaker's house and we got out walking into the funeral. There is a picture of him on the desk. The attendants are all men in black suits and women in black dresses, except us of course.

"Feel like we're underdressed." Dean told us before we started walking through the house trying to find his daughter.

As we did there was only one thing I could think about, what if this was an angel problem? I couldn't though. His ears weren't bleeding so he didn't hear a true voice but maybe he only saw one's true form? Either way, if there was signs of angels, I was making it down to freak accident to them and summoning dad to take care of some rouge.

A man pointed us towards Donna, the Shoemakers daughter, who was with a few other girls.

"You must be Donna, right?" I said as we came close.

"Yeah."

"Hi, uh, we're really sorry." Sam told her.

"Thank you."

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

She looked at one of the girls, then back at us. Oh we might have just been caught.

"You did?"

"Yeah. This whole thing. I mean, a stroke." Dean jumped on.

"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now." The blonde sitting next to her said after Donna ducked her head down.

"It's okay. I'm okay." Donna told her before looking back at us.

"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" I asked her putting my hands in the jacket pockets coming in contact with a pen and paper.

"No." She admitted.

Now a girl a lot younger turned around to her.

"That's because it wasn't a stroke."

"Lily, don't say that." Donna told her.

"What?" Sam questioned.

"I'm sorry, she's just upset." Donna apologized to us but I watched the girl curious. She was clearly very upset about this.

"No, it happened because of me." She said.

"Sweetie, it didn't." Donna assured her.

"Lily." I started coming over and crouching down in front of her. "Why would you say something like that?"

"Right before he died, I said it." Lily explained.

"You said what?" I asked keeping the sympathy in my voice.

"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror."

Bloody Mary? Wasn't that an urban legend that floated around? I wasn't one hundred percent positive but I didn't think there was anything else Bloody Marry could be.

"She took his eyes, that's what she does." Lily went on.

"That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault." Donna promised here.

"I think your sister's right, Lily. There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?" Dean asked her.

"No, I don't think so."

Sam nodded and I smiled before getting up and following the boys a little away from the group.

"So?" I asked. "A legend?"

"Some legends have their truths." Sam said looking back at the group of girls. "We'd have to check the bathroom to be sure."

"Ok, well, I can stay here. See if there's anything more to catch while you guys go and look."

"You sure?"

"You want to stay with a bunch of teenage girls and a lot younger one?"

"I'm going to take the bathroom." Dean said going to leave.

Sam was going to follow but I caught his shirt. He faced back to me and I gave him a questioning look.

"What happened today? Before you got in the car?"

He let out a frustrated sigh looking back at Dean.

"Dean was just being an idiot."

"Is that all?"

"What else would there be?"

I shrugged.

"I don't know. Just, uh, text me if you need something. I'm going back over there."

He nodded leaving now. The way he said it, I don't know. There might have been something more to what was going on between him and his brother. I sat down engaging in useless small talk finding out the name of the blonde, Charlie. It was a few minutes after when Charlie got up saying she had to use the bathroom. Before I could say or do anything she was gone.

"I, uh, should go find my friends." I said quickly following her quick but calm.

I took out my phone texting Sam.

Hey Someone's coming Get out now

Charlie was going up the stairs when my text sent.

"Christo." I muttered following her up quietly.

"It's worth checking in to." I heard Sam say as we came up.

They were just leaving the bathroom when we appeared. I gave them a guilty look as Charlie spoke.

"What are you doing up here?"

"We—we, had to go to the bathroom." Dean said.

I put a hand on my forehead staring at him in disbelief as Sam did the same. Dean gave a small shrug to me and Charlie turned seeing I had followed. I gave a small smile going next to the boys.

"Who are you?" She questioned.

"Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad." Dean told her.

"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?"

The three of us were silent seeing as we were backed into a corner.

"So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming."

"All right, all right." Sam quickly said. "We think something happened to Donna's dad."

"Yeah, a stroke."

"That's not a sign of a typical stroke." I looked down at the blood on the tiles then back up at her. "We think it might be something else."

"Like what?"

"Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth." Sam admitted.

"So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead." Dean told her.

She debated for a spilt second.

"Who are you, cops?"

The three of us looked at each other before looking towards her.

"Something like that." I shrugged.

"I'll tell you what. Here." I said going into the pocket.

I pulled out the paper and pen I felt a few minutes again and started writing down my number.

"If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary…just give us a call."

I handed her the paper then we walked down the hallway to leave.

~S~

We walked into a library where I no longer had Sam's jacket. I decided to agree with him and just wear the shirt without the jacket because it was one guy. I was stubborn so it took me a few minutes to agree with someone else's opinion.

"All right, say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town. There's gonna be some sort of proof. Like a local woman who died nasty." Dean said.

"Yeah but a legend this widespread it's hard. I mean, there's like fifty versions of who she actually is. 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?" I questioned.

"Every version's got a few things in common. It's always a woman named Mary, and she always dies right in front of a mirror. So we've gotta search local newspapers, public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill."

"Well that sounds annoying." Dean and I both commented.

"No it won't be so bad, as long as we…" He cut off as we looked at the computers which all said "Out of Order".

He chuckled quietly. "I take it back. This will be very annoying."

"Christo." I muttered putting my hands over my face.

It was going to be a long night.

~S~

I had several files and local papers in front of me on one of the boys' beds as I massaged my temple again. Gosh did it hurt. I glanced at the time seeing it was almost midnight as I saw both of them working too. I sighed going back to flipping through files.

"Brie."

"Yeah?"

I heard them get up and take my wrist. I glanced up seeing Sam.

"You're exhausted."

"I'm fine." I told him.

"You have a headache."

I raised an eyebrow.

"You weren't looking at me five second ago."

"Yeah, I was. That just shows you how tired you are."

I sighed going through my hair before I messed it up.

"Ok, maybe I'm a little tired and I do have a small headache, nothing bad. I'm going to work."

I took my wrist away looking back down at the papers but Sam picked them all up. I looked at him irritated.

"What did I say about my limits?"

"I know what you said but you're sick and tired."

"I'm not sick." I complained as he went over to his stack of papers and put mine of top. "Dean, come on. A little help."

Dean glanced up from his work looking between the two of us before shaking his head.

"I'm staying out of this one sweetheart."

I groaned putting my face in my hands again. I heard Sam walk over again and I looked up glaring at him.

"Just a few hours of sleep." He told me. "It will help your headache."

"Sam…"

"Sabrina. Sleep. I won't even force you to go to your room. You can lay on my bed seeing as your already occupying it. Get a few hours of rest then I'll wake you up."

I huffed looking at the ceiling but laid back on the bed.

"Thank you."

"Shut up."

He chuckled at me as I curled up slightly with the pillows letting sleep take me over. I may be stubborn but so was Sam and he was just enough to challenge my stubbornness and win.

~S~

Sam's POV

It did not take long for Sabrina to fall asleep.

"Why did you force her to sleep?" Dean asked.

"Because she's tired and sick but she's too stubborn to admit it so I did."

Dean said something under his breath and I looked up at him.

"What?"

He looked at me then shook his head.

"Nothing."

"No what did you say Dean?"

"I said she's not the only stubborn on around here that refuses to sleep."

I was about to say something when humming interrupted me along with a few spoken words.

"What the hell?" Dean muttered looking at Sabrina as she turned in her sleep still humming. "What is she humming this time?"

"Since you been gone." I answered looking at the papers again.

"How do you know that?"

"It was on the radio a while back." I shrugged.

He shook his head at me forgetting the past conversation and working again. I looked back of Sabrina seeing she didn't put any covers over her. I sighed getting up and doing it myself before working yet again. I knew I was stubborn but I did not feel like dreaming about Jess right now.

~S~

Sabrina's POV

I woke up to someone shaking me and telling me to get up. I groaned trying to swat their hands away.

"Come on sweetheart. It's already ten in the morning."

I looked up with squinted eyes seeing Dean walk away.

"It is?"

"Yes." Sam answered.

I looked seeing him putting things about the case on the wall. I turned to the clock seeing in fact it was actually ten thirty.

"Heaven above." I muttered sitting up. "Why did you let me sleep that long?"

"'Cause we're awesome friends." Dean told me as he sat at the table on Sam's laptop. "Charlie called by the way."

"She did?" I asked alert now and snatching my phone.

"Don't worry." Sam told me. "I answered and we went to talk to her. One of her friends said it."

"And?"

"Same thing. There is more though?"

"Oh, what?" I asked standing up and stretching.

"Her friend. She was involved in a hit and run. Someone died. Then there was Shoemaker, his wife, she overdosed on sleeping pills."

I sat at the table with Dean looking between them.

"So, there's a pattern. Someone died for both of them."

"With mister Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run." Sam nodded

"Both had secrets where people died." Dean continued.

"Secrets?"

"No one knew about the hit and run. Then there might be something behind Linda Shoemaker's death."

"Right. Well, I guess it makes sense. I mean 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." I nodded as Sam sat in another chair next to me.

"Right, right. So maybe if you've got a secret, I mean like a really nasty one where someone died, then Mary sees it, and punishes you for it." Dean said going with what I said.

"Whether you're the one that summoned her or not." Sam and I agreed.

"Take a look at this." Dean told us.

I hadn't even realized he was using the computer as we were talking. He printed a few pictures and handed them to us.

"Looks like the same handprint." Sam said looking at the picture of a bloody woman on the floor next to a mirror with a handprint and "Tre" on it.

"Same?"

"On the back of the mirrors, there was a name and a handprint." He explained. "That's how we knew about it."

I nodded looking at the other pictures.

"Her name was Mary Worthington—an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana." Dean went on.

"Wait, Fort Wayne, Indiana? You did a nationwide search?" I questioned.

"Yep. The NCIC, the FBI database—at this point any Mary who died in front of a mirror was good enough for me."

"But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town." Sam commented.

"I'm telling you there's nothing local, I've checked. So unless you two have got a better idea…"

I sighed putting a hand through my hair.

"Alright, I'll get dressed and we'll head out."

Note: I meant to say this in the last chapter but it slipped my mind. The first song Sabrina was humming was Hells Bells by ACDC and the one in this part is Since U been Gone by Kelly Clarkson.