BLOODY MARY
Toledo, Ohio
Recently, Alice found a case in the newspaper and gave it to Sam and Dean for the three of them to check out. Steven Shoemaker was the name of the victim that suddenly came up dead in a strange way. Perfect health, nothing wrong with the dude so it was a mystery to everyone. They walked into the local hospital and headed straight for the morgue to check out Shoemaker's body.
It looked like only the technician was in. He looked up. "Hey." He said, greeting the boys but gave an extra long/creepy stare at Alice. She stiffened under his intense gaze and looked down at her clothes. She was still kinda dressed in her riding gear so she had on leather pants, a jacket that opened up to a simple low cut gray top. Nothing short of a biker punk in heels really. She even noticed the awkward look Dean was giving this guy who was practically burning a hole through her. "Can I help you?"
"Yeah. We're the, uh...med students." Dean came up with a lie on the spot so they could take a look at the body.
The technician furrowed his brows. "Sorry?"
"Oh, Doctor..." He stumbled on the name a bit. "Figlavitch didn't tell you? We talked to him on the phone. He, uh, we're from Ohio State. He was supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper."
"Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch." The technician said, not budging one bit.
"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." He gave a glance to Alice to follow up.
"Unfortunately." She added half-heartedly.
"Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out-"
"Oh, look, man..." The technician cut in. "No."
Dean gave a small laughed and turned around, mumbling under his breath. "I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear."
Alice sighed and shoved Dean behind his brother so he wouldn't open his mouth again and get them kicked out. She reached for the pen the technician was holding and grabbed a scrap of paper and began to write something down on it.
The technician looked at her and was confused. "What are you doing?"
"Writing my number." She said and handed it to him.
Dean's eyes went so wide, he wished that his hearing was failing him. He snapped his head over, about giving him whiplash and gave Alice a look like she was crazy and on fire. Hell, he'll admit that he even felt a bit jealous that she would give her phone number away so easily.
The technician looked at Alice's number and back to her. He scoffed a bit and reached for his phone to prove that it was real. He dialed her number and waited when a ringer started to go off. Alice smirked and held her ringing phone up to show him that she didn't fool him.
"Shoemaker corpse, please." She asked in a sickly sweet voice.
The technician smirked at her and put the paper away in his pocket. "Follow me." He got up to show them.
Dean grabbed Alice by her shoulder and stopped her while Sam followed the technician in. "You serious? Did you seriously just give your number out to him?" His face was a bit red.
Alice scoffed a bit and patted him on the cheek. "Relax. My phone plan is going to be up at the end of the week anyway." She ruffled his hair and followed after them.
Dean rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath before hurrying after them.
"Now...the daughter said that she found him on the ground with his eyes bleeding." Alice began and stood in front of the covered corpse while the technician got ready to show them.
"More than that. They practically liquefied." He pulled back the cover and revealed the pale corpse of Steven Shoemaker. His eyes were totally gone, just the empty sockets.
Alice squinted her eyes and mouthed the word "Wow".
"Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?" Dean asked.
"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone." The technician answered.
"What's the official cause of death?" Sam asked.
"Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure."
"What do you mean?"
"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."
Alice pointed down at the body. More accurately, the eyes. "Any idea how something like this could happen?"
"Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims."
"Yeah?" Dean lifted his brow. "You ever see exploding eyeballs?"
The technician shook his head. "That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor."
Alice was convinced at this point that something weird did go on with Shoemaker since she never saw anything like this before it and be natural. "All right... Ah, can we take a look at the police report?" She asked and the technician nodded. Of course, he was more than willing to help the hot biker chick, Dean noticed.
They walked out of the hospital after getting a look at the body and after Alice batted her eyelashes, they got the police report too.
"Might not be one of ours" Sam thought but Dean disagreed.
He shook his head. "How many times in Dad's or even Alice's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?"
Alice chuckled lowly and patted him hard on the back. "Now you're starting to get it." She laughed. "Okay. I'd say the first course of action is to talk to the daughter."
When they got to the Shoemaker house, it was jammed full of people clad in black silently weeping and chatting amongst each other that spread across the whole area. Alice and the boys stuck out like a sore thumb when they walked in, with Alice wearing her riding gear with heels and the boys dressed in this laid-back grunge style.
"Feel like we're underdressed," Dean mumbled and noticed all the odd looks they were given.
"Let's just get this over with quickly," Alice grumbled and grits through her teeth. "I hate doing investigations during a funeral. It's always so damn awkward."
They shuffled their way through the mess of people and head out to the backyard where the crowd was more scarce. They were pointed to where Donna and Lily Shoemaker were who stood among two other friends.
Dean strolled up to the daughter. "You must be Donna, right?" He asked with Sam and Alice walking up behind him.
Donna looked up with her semi-wet eyes that clearly shown that she was crying. "Yeah."
Sam cut in with his usual compassionate approach. "Hi, uh—we're really sorry."
Donna nodded her head slowly. "Thank you."
"I'm Sam, this is Dean and Alice. We worked with your dad."
Donna gave her friend, Charlie a look before looking back at the boys, a bit confused. "You did?"
"Yeah," Dean said. "I mean, a stroke.
Charlie spoke up quite firmly to them. "I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now."
"It's okay. It's okay." Donna said but Alice could clearly see the stain of redness in her eyes when she said that. Man, she really hated digging up already fresh wounds. It truly made her feel like crap.
"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" Dean asked, trying to get more information out of the poor girl while also trying to be gentle.
"No" Donna shook her head.
Suddenly Lilly turned around and spoke up in a distressed voice as her face turned a deadly pale shade. "That's because it wasn't a stroke." She said which caused Alice to lift a brow in confusion.
"Lily, don't say that." Donna tried to say.
"What?" Alice spoke up for the first time. "What do you mean?"
"I'm sorry, she's just upset," Donna said.
"No, it happened because of me." Lily's worried and chilling voice made Alice's heart sped up a little.
Alice leaned down and rested her hand on the arm of the chair Lily was sitting in. "Why do you think it was your fault?" She wished her voice was as compassionate as Sam's was but the way this child was acting just didn't seem right. Like there was more to the story then a freak medical accident.
Lily looked up at Alice and felt a little small under her strong blue gaze but felt compelled to speak. "Right before he died, I said it."
"You said it? What did you say?"
Lily swallowed hard. "Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror. She took his eyes, that's what she does."
Alice felt her whole body grow cold and she slowly pulled away and narrowed her eyes. She gave Dean a quick tap on the shoulder and made a signal with her head to the bathroom upstairs where Steven Shoemaker died. She gave a small but quick apology to the family and head back inside the house for some bull excuse.
Dean nodded and saw Alice's figure disappear inside the crowd and turned back to Lily and Donna. "I'm sure that's not why you're dad died. There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary."
Alice crept upstairs after getting under the radar of the family members and the mourners to check out the bathroom that Steven Shoemaker died, seemingly from the Bloody Mary legend. She slowly opened the door to the small bathroom and her eyes zoned in on the ground in front of the mirror. The stains of blood were still very visible. Alice narrowed her eyes and took one last look back to make sure no one was going to come up before she began to search through the shelves and drawers.
Her parents, Charlotte and Jackson Cromwell, never once mentioned anything in her journal about true facts about the legend. The only thing she knows of it is that whenever someone said Bloody Mary in the mirror three times then she would come out and scratch their eyes out. And as far as everyone knows, nobody died from it. But what really confused her was that fact that the kids were playing it but Shoemaker got killed instead.
Alice turned her head and jumped a bit when she saw her own reflection in the mirror. She rolled her eyes and opened the medicine cabinet behind it. "The place where the legend began..." She mumbled and looked at all the labels before the sound of creaking footsteps caught her attention. Alice shut the mirror and swiftly walked out into the hall and ran into Charlie who stared at her in confusion.
"What are you doing up here?" Charlie demanded.
"Had to use the bathroom?"
Charlie didn't believe Alice's lie at all and glared at her. "Who are you?"
Alice crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame. "My guys worked with Donna's dad."
"He was a day trader. Or something. He worked by himself."
Alice felt her stomach drop and cursed Dean for coming up with a lie like that. "Look, listen."
"And all those weird questions, what was that? So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming." Charlie threatened her but Alice's face remained unfazed.
Alice cocked a brow. She pushed herself off the frame and took a step towards Charlie who instinctively took one step back, this small fraction of fright started to grow the longer she stood before Alice. "Firstly, if you're going to scream then don't announce it. Secondly, don't threaten me. I don't play nice to being threatened."
Charlie felt her heart began to swell and shake. Her body turned cold and she forgot to breathe while staring into this woman's cold blue eyes that burned through every defense she had built up. Frozen, she stood absolutely petrified before her.
Alice saw the fear spilling into Charlie's eyes and sighed, backing away to give her room to breathe. "I'm not here to hurt you or anyone else from the family." She said.
"Who are you, cops?" Charlie asked, her voice still shaking a bit.
"No." Alice shook her head. "But I specialize in strange deaths. That's why my boys and I are here."
Charlie was confused. "Why? It was a stroke."
"A stroke doesn't cause someone's eyes to melt. I don't know what's going on here yet." Alice patted around through her jacket pockets and pulled out a notepad and pen. "Anyway, here. This ain't my number, but it's Sam's, the guy you met downstairs. If you or your friends notice anything strange, anything at all, then don't hesitate to call." Alice handed Charlie the paper and walked passed her back downstairs.
"Are you sure it was a good idea to give Sam's number away?" Dean asked Alice who walked between him and Sam as they ventured into the library, ready to get waist deep into Bloody Mary lore.
Alice rolled her eyes. "I kinda startled her a bit so I felt like I had no choice." She said.
Dean could see that happening. From the leather jacket, heels, and cold blue eyes, Alice does come off a bit intimidating. Though he finds it kinda hot. "You gotta watch what you say around kids, Alice." he sighed playfully but Alice only glared at him.
"Shut up." She lightly knocked him upside the head, not enough to hurt but that only caused Dean to grin widely at her. "Anyways. If Bloody Mary is haunting this town then that means some local girl died nasty here."
"Yeah but legends this widespread is hard," Sam said. "I mean, there's like 50 versions of who she actually is. One story says she's a witch, another say's she's a mutilated bride, there's a lot more. "
They walked into the library just when it started to get dark.
"All right, so what are we supposed to be looking for?" Dean asked.
"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 gotta search the local newspapers—public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill."
Dean frowned. "That sounds annoying."
"No, it won't be so bad, as long as we..." They were forced to stop and stare at the dead screens of the computers with a sign over it saying 'Out of Order'. Sam scoffed. "I take it back. This will be very annoying."
They head back to the motel after gathering all the lore they could. Dean sat across from Alice and they both looked up when they saw Sam jolt awake, a little pale and breathed roughly from the sudden slumber.
Sam groaned. "Why'd you let me fall asleep?"
"Cause I'm an awesome brother," Dean said. "So what did you dream about?"
"Lollipops and candy canes."
"Yeah, sure."
Sam sat up a bit and moved his body over to face them, finally seeing the state Alice was in with three cups of coffee in front of her. "Did you find anything?"
Dean shook his head and frowned. "Oh besides a whole new level of frustration and Alice's new coffee addiction. No. We've looked through everything. A few local women, a Laura, and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror."
"Don't forget a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave." Alice pointed out and grabbed her coffee cup.
"Can't forget him, but uh, no Mary."
Sam sighed and flopped back against his bed. "Maybe we just haven't found it yet."
"Alice was also doing some side work. She was looking in on any strange deaths in the area, you know...eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing." Dean said and looked over at Alice for answers.
Alice shook her head and looked grim. "I didn't find anything. Sorry boys. I don't know about this one. Maybe it ain't Mary we're supposed to be looking for."
Sam frowned and looked down at his phone when he heard it go off. He pulled it to his ear and answers it. "Hello?" His face then morphed into concern.
They were forced to make a quick trip to the park where Charlie was sat on the bench, crying and explaining the death of her sudden friend, Jill.
"And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her—her eyes. They were gone." Charlie cried with her cracking voice that throbbed.
"I'm sorry." Sam apologized.
"And she said it," Charlie said and Alice narrowed her eyes, giving the boys a look. "I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?"
Dean shook his head. "No, you're not insane."
"Oh God, that makes me feel so much worse." She whimpered.
"Listen," Alice spoke up. "We think somethings happening here but we can't explain it yet. Now, we can stop it but we will need your help."
Alice, Dean, and Sam moved quickly and were let in through Jill's room via window after Charlie made an excuse to the mother. Alice stood on the outside and tossed two bags at Dean before hopping inside and quietly closing the window.
"What did you tell Jill's mom?" Sam asked and searched through the duffel bag.
"Just that I need some time alone with Jill's pictures and things." She said grimly. "I hate lying to her."
"Trust us, this is for the greater good. Alice hit the lights." Dean said.
"Yeah, yeah." Alice walked over and flicked the switch, enclosing the room in darkness.
"What are you guys looking for?" Charlie asked and stood next to Alice.
"We'll let you know as soon as we find it." She said and crossed her arms. She stood by the door and made sure that Jill's mom wouldn't come up. She grabbed her own bag and pulled out a video camera. She turned it on and flipped on the night vision. "Sam." She called out and handed it to him.
"Perfect." Sam held the camera up and pointed it at Dean to make sure it was working.
Dean smirked into the camera. "Do I look like Paris Hilton?"
Sam rolled his eyes and turned it away and began to scan the room. "So I don't get it...the first victim didn't summon Mary, and the second victim did. How does she choose them?"
"There is always a connection in some shape or form. Mary might now something we don't. We just have to find it." Alice said.
Dean rolled his eyes. "That's the annoying part. I want to know why Jill said it in the first place."
"It's just a joke." Charlie shrugged sheepishly.
"Yeah well somebody's gonna say it again, it's just a matter of time."
Sam walked into the bathroom where Jill's body was found and began to film over the mirror till something caught his attention. He saw something leaking out from behind the mirror. "Alice." He called back to her.
She looked up towards the bathroom. "Yeah?"
"You got a black light in your bag right?"
Alice's eyes widen. She got into her bag and started to fumble through it in search of her light. "You boys get that mirror off the wall." She pulled out a light and flicked it on and waited till they brought the mirror onto Jill's bed. She peeled off the brown paper and shined her blacklight onto the back. It lit up like a Christmas tree with a name bled into the back. "Gary Bryman?"
Sam, Dean, and Charlie waited by a park bench after Alice went out to get information about the name they found on the back of Jill's mirror. Alice came back an hour later with a piece of paper in her hand. "Listen up, children. Gary Bryman was an 8 year old boy. Two years ago he was killed in a hit and run. The car was described as a black Toyota Camry. Nobody got the plates or seen the driver." she explained.
Charlie's face morphed into horror and she started to feel sick to her stomach. "Oh my God."
"What?" Sam asked.
"Jill drove that same car."
Alice frowned and folded up the piece of paper. "Okay...so. I'd say we gotta go back and confirm something. Sam, Dean why don't you and Charlie go to Donna's house and see on the back of that Shoemaker mirror. I gotta head back to the motel."
Alice was already back at the motel and left the Shoemaker mirror to Dean and them while she did a nationwide search on any kind of Mary that died in front of a mirror. She was honestly getting tired of the search and miss now and was desperate to find the real deal.
Her phone lit up and began to buzz on the table until she picked it up. "Yeah?" She answered in a low tone that was deprived of sleep.
"Hey, Alice. So we just got back from Donna's house and yeah...a name was on the back of the mirror." Dean said.
"Who's?"
"Linda Shoemaker. It was Donna's mom, but she said that she died from a drug overdose."
Alice rolled her eyes and ran her hand through her hair, leaning back far in her chair. "That didn't seem to be the case with Mary. This whole thing's starting to annoy me so I'm doing a nationwide search now. Any kind of Mary that died in front of a mirror, I'll now." She watched as her laptop did all the work. "So what do we got? Both victims were involved in a murder? Is that the pattern we're looking for?"
Sam's voice broke through. "Right. I mean. There's a lot of folklore about mirror's and that they reveal all your lies, all your secrets, that they're a reflection of your true soul, which is why it's bad luck to break them."
"Right, right. So maybe if you've got a secret, I mean like a really nasty one where someone died, them Mary sees it, and punishes you for it." Dean followed up.
"If you're the one who summons her or not," Alice mumbled and looked at her computer when she finally got a hit. "Ah-ha." She said, a bit too giddy for staring at a picture of a dead woman who laid in a puddle of her own blood, but behold, in front of a mirror. "Got a hit, Boys. Mary Worthington—an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana."
Alice met up halfway with the boys and headed off to Indiana to check out the Mary Worthington case that led them to an old retired detective.
"I was on the job 35 years-detective for most of that." His voice was tried and defeated when he mentioned Mary's case. Alice could see a chill in his eyes when speaking of it. "Now everybody packs it in with a few loose ends, but the Mary Worthington murder—that one still gets me."
They followed him around his apartment.
"What exactly happened?" Dean asked.
The detective eyed them. "You guys said you were reporters?"
Sam nodded. "We know Mary was 19, lived by herself. We know she won a few local beauty contests, dreamt of getting out of Indiana, being an actress. And we know the night of March 29th someone broke into her apartment and murdered her, cut out her eyes with a knife."
"That's right."
"See sir, when we asked you what happened, we wanted to know what you think happened."
The detective had a gloomy look upon his old face before he went in the back of his apartment and pulled a box of files out of a cabinet. "Technically I'm not supposed to have a copy of this." He opened a file with the same picture of the one Alice found. Mary, who laid dead in front of a mirror with three letters written in blood on the reflection. T-R-E. "Now see that T-R-E?"
"Yeah." Alice took the picture and got a good look at it. "You have any idea who that may be?"
"Not for sure. But there was a local man, Surgeon-Trevor Sampson." He proceeded to pull out another picture of the man. "And I think he cut her up good?"
Alice lifted a brow. "Why would you say that?"
"Her diary mentioned a man that she was seeing. She called him by his initial, 'T'. Well, her last entry, she was gonna tell T's wife about their affair."
"Yeah, but how do you know it was Sampson who killed her?" Dean asked.
"It's hard to say, but the way her eyes were cut out...it was almost professional." He said ominously, sending shivers down his skin with his own words.
The corner of Alice's lips twitched. "But you could never prove it."
"No. No prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous."
"Is he still alive?"
The old man shook his head. "Nope." He sat down and let out a deep sigh. "If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guy's secrets. But she never could."
"Where's she buried?" Sam asked, hoping they could salt and burn the body. A quick and easy solution.
"She wasn't. She was cremated."
Alice's face twisted just as much as her stomach was.
"What about that mirror?" Dean pointed to the mirror she died in front of. "It's not in some evidence lockup somewhere is it?"
"Ah, no." He said. "It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago."
"You have the name by any chance?"
Alice went on ahead and went back to the motel to do some digging on where the mirror was and already told the boys, who were driving back, that the family already sold the mirror to a store called Estate Antiques. A store in Toledo.
Dean furrowed his brows. "Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?"
"Yeah, there is. When someone would die in a house people would cover the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped." Sam explained.
"So Mary dies in front of a mirror, and it draws in her spirit."
"Yeah, but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors."
"I don't know, but if it the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it," Dean stated his solution but Sam didn't look all that convinced.
"Yeah, I don't know, maybe." He jumped a bit when he felt his phone began to ring in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked down at it. "It's Alice."
Dean eyed him. "What? Did she forget to tell us something?"
Sam held the phone to his ears. "Alice?" He answered.
Alice sighed deeply and held her phone between her cheek and shoulder. "Hey, Sam." She said in a monotone voice while shaking out a large red blanket before throwing it over a terrified Charlie who sat on her bed, face hidden in her hands and slightly sobbing. Alice patted her head. "Things have just gotten complicated."
Alice sat on the bed while Charlie clanged to the sleeve of her leather jacket, still hiding under the blanket. Sam and Dean worked swiftly and took down and covered all things in their motel room that could carry a reflection.
"We're good?" Alice asked them and they both nodded towards her. "Okay, Charlie. You can take the blanket off now." She saw Charlie hesitate. "Look. You're fine. You can open your eyes now. Nothing is going to hurt you." She tried her best to be gentle and it seemed to work. Charlie slowly lifted the blanket off her head. Her eyes were red and glassy. Alice moved to stand in front of Charlie while she still clung to her sleeve. "Now listen. You're going to stay here on this bed, and you're not going to look at any glass, or anything else that has a reflection, okay? As long as you do as I say, she can't get you."
Charlie spoke up through a weak whimper with quivering lips. "But I can't keep that up forever." Alice saw the hand holding her jacket start to tremble. "I'm gonna die, aren't I?"
Alice felt her stomach twist when someone so young asks such an awful question. She kneeled before her and stared her right in the eyes. "No. Not for a long time."
Dean sat down on the bed beside her. "All right Charlie. We need to know what happened?"
Charlie was quiet at first "We were in the bathroom. Donna said it."
"That's not what we're talking about. Something happened, didn't it? In your life...a secret...where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it."
Charlie felt like her heart was going to stop dead in her chest. "I had this boyfriend. I loved him. But he kind of scared me too, you know?" She gave a weak smile. "And one night, at his house, we got in this fight. Then I broke up with him, and he got upset, and he said he needed me and he loved me, and he said 'Charlie, if you walk out that door right now, I'm gonna kill myself.' And you know what I said? I said 'Go ahead.' And I left." Her eyes made of glass started to water again. "How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just...I didn't believe him, you know? I should have." She pulled the blanket back over her face and cried.
Alice took in a deep breath and patted Charlie's head, her eyes slowly narrowing.
The sun already set and the darkness rolled in as they head to the antique store as quick as possible with the rain pouring on them. Alice waved them off and took off ahead of them to get there first and scope the place out.
"You know, I was thinking." Sam began. "It may not be enough to just smash the mirror."
"Why, what do you mean?"
"Well, Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean she moves around from mirror to mirror so who's to say that she's not just gonna keep hiding in them forever? So maybe we should try to pin her down, you know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it."
"Well, how do you know that it's going to work?"
"I don't, not for sure."
"Well, who's gonna summon her?"
"I will. She'll come after me." He says.
Dean's jaw tighten. "You know what, that's it." He pulled the car over and parked it. "This is about Jessica, isn't it? Do you think that's your dirty little secret, that you killed her somehow? 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 wanna 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."
"Well, you shouldn't blame yourself, because there nothing you could've done." Dean tried to convince him and at the same time trying to understand what was holding his brother back.
"I could've warned her."
"About what? You didn't know what was gonna happen! And besides, all of this isn't a secret, I mean all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway."
"No, you don't."
"I don't what?"
"You know all about it," Sam said. "I haven't told you everything."
Dean took a moment to process what Sam said. "What are you talking about?"
"Well it wouldn't be a secret if I told you, would it?"
Dean looked a bit taken back. "No. I don't like it. It's not gonna happen, forget it."
"Would you rather let Alice do it then? Because she would, in a heartbeat." Sam saw Dean clench the steering wheel tightly. "You're so obvious, dude." He sighed. "Dean that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. And you know what? Who knows how many people are gonna die after that? Now we're doing this. You've got to let me do this."
Dean was caught between a rock and a hard place. He either lets Alice do it, and she would or his own brother. And honestly...he rather not have either of them do it, but Sam wasn't going to budge from his decision.
Alice looked over her shoulder and waited with anticipation as Sam tried to pick the lock to the antic shop. It made a click and they swiftly walked inside, shutting the door behind them. A pit formed in their stomach though when they saw that half the store was riddled with all different kinds of mirrors.
"Well...that's just great," Dean grumbled and brought out Mary's death picture and looked at the mirror. It was large and had a decorative gold frame. So they knew what they were looking for. "All right let's start looking."
They split off and went down different aisles. Alice lifted her flashlight and flashed it at a couple of mirrors, watching as the light bounced off it. They were looking for this mirror for a couple of minutes and came up with nothing.
"Maybe they've already sold it," Dean called back.
Alice frowned. "God I hope not."
Moments later Sam called out to them, his voice low and ominous. "I don't think so."
They walked back over to where Sam was standing. He stood before a large mirror with a gold frame.
Dean took out the picture to confirm and held it up. "That's it. You sure about this?"
Sam said nothing to his brother and handed his flashlight over to him. He clenched the crowbar tightly and stared the mirror down. "Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." He gave Dean and Alice who looked unsure and concerned. Sam sucked in a deep breath. "Bloody Mary."
Alice looked over her shoulder and saw a light coming through the front of the store. They looked like headlights. "Crap." She mumbled and gestured towards it.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Alice and I will go check it out. Stay here, be careful." He began to follow Alice towards the door. "Smash anything that moves." He called back to his brother one last time.
Dean kneeled down beside Alice. She peeked her head out from the edge and frowned. "Damn...10 bucks that it's cops."
"I'm not going to place a bet I'll lose." Dean sighed and dropped his crowbar. "Come on."
Alice was reluctant at first but groaned. She placed her crowbar against the wall and followed Dean out where they were immediately greeted with armed cops who aimed their guns at them.
"Hold it." They order and Alice and Dean quickly raised their hands up in the air.
"Whoa guys, false alarm, we just tripped the system." Dean played it cool with them. He looked at Alice and she was clearly glaring at them.
"Who are you?" One demanded.
"I'm the boss's kid. This is my wife." Dean gestured to Alice who looked dumbfounded at his lie.
The cops looked just as confused. "You're Mister Yamashiro's kid?"
Damn.
Alice frowned and dropped her hands. In a flashed she clocked one cop in the face and kicked the one behind her in the chest before elbowing him hard in the rib cage. They both fell to the ground and Dean stood there for a second as the wheel's in his head started to spin.
"Wife? Seriously? How many chances are you going to take?" She complained.
Dean innocently shrugged his shoulders. "Come on. We don't have time for this."
It felt like his eyeballs were on fire. They throbbed and blood flowed down his cheeks. Sam crumbled to his knees and withered in pain as his reflection taunted him with words mixed with fire and venom.
"You never told her the truth—who you really were. But it's more than that, isn't it? Those nightmares you've been having of Jessica dying, screaming, burning—You had them for days before she died. Didn't you!? You were so desperate to ignore them, to believe they were just dreams. How could you ignore them like that? How could you leave her alone to die!? You dreamt it would happen!" The glass suddenly shattered into pieces when Alice flung her crowbar from across the aisle. Breaking the hold it held on Sam.
Dean ran to his brother and bent down to pick him up. "Sam, Sammy!" He called to him.
Sam scoffed weakly. "It's Sam."
Dean felt a weight behind lifted off his shoulder. "God, you okay?"
"Uh, yeah."
Alice picked her crowbar up from the shattered remains of the mirror. "Come on, boys. Let's get the hell out of here."
Dean and Alice grabbed Sam, one arm each and wrapped it around their shoulders and started to carry him out. Their hearts literately fell to the lowest pits of hell when they hear the sound of glass moving behind them. Over their shoulders, the nightmare was far from over when a hand reached through the mirror frame and out climbed a young girl with black hair covering their faces. Mary herself. She stood up in a twitchy manner as blood began to drip from Dean and Alice's eyes. They collapsed to the floor as their eyes started to feel like they were being stabbed by a white-hot iron. Alice grit her teeth together and glared through her bloodshot eyes. She kicked her heel against a smaller mirror that was up against the wall and pushed it over towards Dean's reach. He grabbed it quickly and held up in front of Mary.
The young girl stared at her reflection as blood started to fall from her own eyes. Her reflection barked at her now. "You killed them! All those people! You killed them." Mary began to choke and grab her neck before she melted into nothing but a pile of blood on the ground, morphing to small glass shards on impact.
Dean threw the mirror down and it shattered. "Hey, Alice..." He called out weekly with blood still flowing from his eyes.
"...What." Alice rubbed the blood away.
"This has got to be like...what 600 years bad luck?"
Sam chuckled weakly and Alice rolled her eyes, regretting it because it hurt.
Dean drove up to Charlie's house and parked the Impala right outside it. He cut it off and looked back at her just as Alice drove up next to the window, taking her helmet off.
Charlie looked up. "So this is really over?" She asked and looked out the open window to Alice.
"Yeah." Alice cut her bike off for a minute to speak. "About smashed every mirror in the place, but yeah...it's over now."
Charlie smiled sheepishly. "Thank you." She got out of the car and gave Alice a strong handshake.
Sam called back to her. "Charlie?" She stopped and turned around. "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 smiled very faintly at them before turning back around and headed up to her house.
Dean gently smacked Sam on the shoulder. "That's good advice." He gave a signal to Alice before turning back on the Impala and began to drive away with Alice quickly taking the lead. "Hey, Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret is."
"Look...you're my brother and I'd die for you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself." Sam looked out the window just in time to see Jessica out on the side of the street in a white dress. He watched her for the longest time before she disappeared behind a pole.
Author's Note:
Another day, another slow update. But hey, at least it's out. It ain't perfect but I got better plans for specific and more exciting chapters this season so please just be patient with me.
Back when I wanted to create an oc character for Dean, I imagined this beautiful badass, biker chick who could kick anyone's ass. I know that we haven't seen Alice in any action so far but that's what we got the next chapter for. We'll finally see what she's made of so be on the lookout.