Okay, so I'm really sorry that I haven't updated in like, a million years. But I have had such computer nightmares........still, here is the first chapter of the next episode. I know it's been a while but I really hope you review as you all know how much I love them : D

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Enjoy.

Chapter 37 – Bloody Mary

"Sam, wake up" I hear someone yell and I open my tired eyes and look round confused.

"I take it I was having a nightmare" I say, not really needing a reply. I know I was. I feel Soph wrap her skinny arms round my neck and rest her head on my shoulder and I'm too tired to try and stop my stomach twisting.

"Yeah, another one" she says quietly, sadly. I squeeze her arm and smile.

"Hey, at least I got some sleep" I say, yawning.

"You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this" Dean says, not looking over at me. He never was good with talking about stuff so I change the subject.

"Are we here"? I ask

"Yup, welcome to Toledo, Ohio" Dean says.

Picking up the newspaper from the dashboard I scan through the circled article and Soph unwraps herself from me and slinks into the back seat.

"Shoemaker, Steven- The Shoemaker family is sad to announce the sudden death of their beloved husband and father…"

"So what do you think really happened to him"? I ask, flinging the paper back on the dashboard.

Dean pulls up outside the county hospital.

"That's what we're gonna find out. Let's go" he says enthusiastically and we all get out of the car and head over to the hospital.

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The thing I hate most about morgues, apart from them being filled with dead people, is that it's always so cold. I cuff the collar of my jacket and throw my arm round Soph's shoulders, pulling her in close. She looks up at me with one of those smiles and I almost trip up on my own feet.

Smooth Sam.

I let my arm slip down Soph's shoulders as we walk into the morgue. We meet one of the morgue….workers? Not sure of the correct job description…

"Hey" the guy says, looking at Soph.

I really hate working with Soph sometimes. I mean, it constantly sending me on a rollercoaster. Jealousy, anger, lust…..shut up Sam.

"Hey" Dean says, forcing the guy to look at him and stop checking Soph out.

"Can I help you"? He asks.

"Yeah. We're the uh...med students" Dean lies. Soph scuffs her sneakers on the hard concrete floor nervously. You'd think that he'd think of personas before we strike up a dialogue?

"Sorry"? he asks, confused.

"Oh Doctor Figlavitch didn't tell you? 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" Dean lies again and I try to stop my eyes rolling in my head.

"Well I'm sorry, he's at lunch" the guy says.

Hmmmm.

"Oh well he said uh…Oh well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind showing us the body do you"? Dean asks, trying to be ass charming as possible but I don't think it's gonna work on this guy.

"Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour, you can wait for him if you want" the guys says, pointing toward the plastic chairs parked along the side of the small room.

"An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then" Dean says, looking up at me for confirmation.

"Yeah" I say, a little unconvincingly and I can feel Soph slip behind me and lean against my back.

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

"Oh look man, no" the guy says and I try and hide a laugh. Dean turns his back on the guy with a very un amused look on his face.

"I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear" he whispers and I try and hide a smile and then I can see his eyes bug out of his head and Soph slips in front of us and sits on the guys desk.

Umm…not quite sure…umm..

She's hiked up her skirt, unbuttoned a few buttons at the top of her shirt, revealing a tiny peak at her white bra underneath and let her hair down out of her ponytail and it's all, flowey and big.

Ummm….

"Listen, we really need this break mister" she says looking up at him thick eyelashes.

"I uh.." the guy starts

"I'm sure you wouldn't get into trouble, we'd be in and out of there real quick" she says sweetly with a smile.

"Okay, I mean, if it will help you get your grade" he says, blatantly staring down her shirt.

"Follow me" he says, leading the way. Soph turns round and smiles victoriously at the both of us. I don't know about Dean but I'm not really sure I can walk right now.

She takes a few quick strides toward us and pulls at our arms.

"I don't hike it up for just anyone okay, so get your butts moving" she whispers sternly and we all follow the guy into the examination room.

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"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding" I ask the guy, who looks over at Soph, who smiles sweetly at him, flipping her long hair over her shoulder.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Dean gripping the side of the table so hard his knuckles have gone white.

"More than that. They practically liquefied" The guy says, pulling back the sheet on the body. Soph tries not to look like she's gonna freak out but I know she is not enjoying this.

"Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him"? Dean asks forcefully, not letting go of the table.

"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone" the guy says.

"What's the official cause of death" Soph asks, placing the end of her pencil on her bottom lip and I don't think I have ever wanted to be a pencil so much in my entire life.

"Uhhhh…Doc's not sure. Massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure" he says, not taking his eyes off Soph.

"What do you mean"? I ask

"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen" the guy says.

"The eyes—what would cause something like that"? I ask.

"Capillaries can burst……" he starts but then is distracted by Soph flicking her hair over her shoulder again "…See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims" he finishes.

Oh my God, I just want to put a big baggy jumper over her and punch him in the face so hard…..

Cool it Sam. Do your job.

"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs"? Dean says with a slight smirk when Soph throws a look over at him.

"That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor" the guy says.

"Think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh…our paper" Dean asks.

"I'm not really supposed to show you that" the guy says.

"Please"? Soph says, with a small pout.

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"Might not be one of ours. Might just be some freak medical thing" I say as we all head back out of the building.

Soph ties her hair back and buttons up her shirt again.

"Yuck" Soph says "next time, can we just pay the guy"?

"Oh I don't know Jones, I think you may have unlocked a whole new way for us to get information" Dean says, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Don't go there Winchester" she scowls at him.

"Hey, you started it…" he says "…what do you think Sammy? We hike this skirt up some more"? he says, tickling her sides and she squirms away, giggling.

"Okay children" I say, feeling the jealously bubble underneath my diaphragm.

"Alright. How many times in dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death"? Dean says, wrapping his arm round Soph.

"Uh, almost never" I say, looking down at my shoes.

"Exactly" Dean says.

"All right, let's go talk to the daughter" I say and we all clamber back into the Impala.