The Legend of Bloody Mary

Chapter Two

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural, and I'm not making any money from this fic. Any character you don't recognise from the show, I probably own. Bloody Mary comes from various different stories, so I don't own her, either. She probably originates with Mary I of England

Just want to say a general thanks to those people who have read the first chapter of this fic so far – I was rather uncertain about whether or not to write/post it, but the idea wouldn't leave me alone

Warning(s): Violence; horror; spoilers; some swearing

So… you're back again, are you? I must say, I'm surprised. You young people hardly ever pay attention to the stories us older people have to tell. We really do have some interesting ones to get off our chest.

But that's not important right now.

In retrospect, we could have made much better choices during that whole time. Done things differently. What happened to that boy was very sad, very tragic – but things could have just ended with that one death, rather than just got even worse.

If only we had just left things the way they were…

But I digress. After a night of fun-filled activities… let's see what the morning after is like.

"Clarissa? Clarissa?" Someone was shaking her shoulder, speaking in a high, excited tone. "Clarissa! Wake up!"

"Maybe we should pour some cold water over her head?" another voice suggested sardonically.

"I'm up, I'm up!" Clarissa instantly jerked upright, batting at the owner of the hands which had been shaking her. "What's wrong? It's Saturday. Surely it can't be that late!" She squinted at the digital clock beside her head. "It's only 8am…" She looked around at the other four girls.

Ashley looked excitable – but that wasn't too surprising. What was surprising was the look on her face – the glimmer in the eyes – that made Clarissa think of fear.

That's not right… Ashley's one of the only people I know who doesn't get scared that easily. Clarissa glanced at Lara, who didn't look too bothered – but then, she was hardly ever ruffled. Krista just looked pretty nervous. But Stacey…

Stacy looked like she had been crying. Her eyes were red, and there were dried stains on her cheeks.

"What happened?" Clarissa asked, her voice rising slightly. She attempted to calm herself down, but she was pretty sure that something bad had happened. Just goes to show that I should really be paying attention…

"David's dead," Stacey said quietly, when no one else answered.

Clarissa stared, her eyes wide with surprise. Dead? David can't be dead! Nothing like that happens here. David was Stacey's boyfriend, and one of the best soccer players. "This… It's some kind of joke, right…?" She stared at each of the girls in turn, but not one would meet her gaze. "Oh, man…"

"His parents want me to come down to the morgue," Stacey muttered. "Do you think one of your parents could drive me?"

"Sure," Clarissa replied, standing up. She began changing out of her nightgown and pulled some clothes on. "I'll come as well." I'm pretty sure that Stacey's gonna need all the support she can get…

"Thanks." Stacey's tone was flat. She headed towards the door of the room without saying anything.

Clarissa started to leave the room as well, but paused as Lara placed a hand on her arm. "We'll come down on the bus," the girl said. "Just make sure you don't go off anywhere on your own – and that Stacey gets back home safely."

Clarissa nodded. I guess everyone else knows more about what happened than I do… Maybe there'll be something about it on the news. In spite of the situation, Clarissa gave an almost half-smile. "Heh… You're still as protective as ever, Lara," she teased gently. It wasn't that she found any kind of death amusing – far from it. It was just nice to see a side of Lara that hadn't been shown since the five of them were much younger and the best of friends.

Lara returned the smile, a little hesitantly, though. "Don't tell anyone," she said, letting go of Clarissa's arm. "I have an image to maintain."

"See you all later." Clarissa glanced from Lara to Ashley to Krista.

"Yeah, see you…" Krista echoed.

Clarissa attempted a reassuring smile, and then she headed out onto the landing and over to the stairs, where Stacey was waiting for her.

Dean came awake with a sudden jolt. He blinked a few times, wondering just how his vision had become so distorted. He tried to lift a hand to put it to the back of his head, but found that there was no leeway in his seatbelt. "Ow…" He attempted to move forward, but the belt was pretty much locked in place.

Stupid woman… Dean remembered seeing the black-haired woman standing in the middle of the road. There had been something wrong with her face… Had there been… blood on it? It had certainly looked like that.

"Sam?" Dean began looking around, twisting his head to the side as much as he could, despite the pain he felt. "Sam!" He could see his brother next to him, head down on the dashboard. There was a small trickle of blood seeping out from under his face, and Dean immediately feared the worse. "Damn it!" He immediately began twisting and turning, trying to get out of the confines of the belt.

Sam wasn't reacting to Dean's shouting, and the older brother couldn't fight down the panic that was rising in his throat. If Sam isn't dead already, he's going to suffocate like that. But some unseen force was holding Dean almost immobile. He could only move slightly from side to side.

It could just be the seatbelt, but somehow, I doubt it… Maybe if I can get to my penknife… As worried as Dean was about his little brother, he wasn't going to be able to help Sam unless he did something.

Dean pushed his hand down, straining against the force, and finally managed to close the tips of his fingers around the handle of the penknife in his pocket. Each movement felt like he was trying to move through syrup. However, he was able to, very slowly, draw the penknife out of his pocket. Gritting his teeth, he carefully and slowly flicked it open. With a grunt and some serious effort, he was able to slice through the belt.

At just that moment, the force holding him released, and Dean fell forward against the dashboard. It was only with serious effort that he was able to avoid smacking his head against the glass.

"Shit…" Dean didn't hang around for long, though. His next action was to push Sam's head up, so that his brother's airway was clear. Pressing two fingers against Sam's throat, Dean was relieved to find a pulse – no matter how faint it was. He then started working at getting the door open.

My car had better not be badly damaged!

Dean's left arm felt weak and little jolts of pain shot through it as he pulled on the door handle. Maybe I pulled a muscle or something? When the door wrenched open, Dean all but fell out onto the grass outside. For a moment, he just crouched there, breathing deeply, trying to fight down the pain.

I need to find a doctor… Well, he could worry about that after he got his brother out of the car. Get a doctor, and then find a mechanic to look at my baby. Glancing around, Dean could see just what had caused the car crash.

The Impala had crashed into a huge tree.

"Aw, shit," Dean said again. "My poor car." With great effort, he pushed himself to his feet, and then carefully walked round to the passenger side of the car, putting a hand against the metal in order to support himself. He then opened the door, and leaned across Sam's body in order to undo the seatbelt. Luckily, his brother wasn't held with the same kind of force as Dean had been, and Dean undid the belt with very little difficulty.

"There we go…" Dean carefully manoeuvred Sam out of the car. He knew that he probably shouldn't be moving his brother, but he would prefer to get Sam safely away from the car – just in case it blew up or something.

Once Dean got his brother to a safe distance away from the car, he lay Sam carefully down onto the grass, before getting his cell phone out.

"Damn… No signal," he muttered after a moment. "Looks like I'm gonna have to carry you. You'd better appreciate it, college boy." Before he did that, though, he grabbed the map and his backpack out of the car, and then emptied the weapons cache into the nearest couple of bushes.

Dean tucked the map away, and then swung his backpack up onto his shoulder. Then, he slipped his hands under Sam's arms, and pulled him to his feet. Then, he slipped one of Sam's arms around his shoulders, and took a look round.

O-k… This isn't a place that I recognise. Somehow, the car had ended up on the side of a country road. There was no sign of the cliffs that Dean had been forced through. That's just very unlikely… Surely the car wouldn't have been guide that far away from the other road?

Dean was dragged out of his thoughts by the sound of Sam groaning on his shoulder – although his little brother didn't seem to be waking up at all. Either way, Dean realised that he couldn't just stand around doing nothing. The car was too smashed-up to drive, so he was just going to have to hope that he would be able to hitchhike.

Dean started walking along the side of the country road, careful to fully support Sam. He was half-dragging his brother, but he felt that it was more important to get Sam to a doctor. His mobile didn't have a signal, and he didn't know just how badly Sam was hurt. I can't see any blood…

Finally, Dean glimpsed a white van approaching from the direction in front of him. He left Sam safely on the grass, and stood in the middle of the road, waving his arms frantically. "Hey!"

The van slowed and came to a stop – what else could it do? A young blonde-haired woman stuck her head out of the window. "Hey, what's the problem? You need a lift?"

"To the nearest hospital," Dean answered. "We were in a car accident. My brother… He's unconscious. I'm not sure what's wrong with him." It was difficult to keep the desperation out of his voice.

The woman gave a single nod. "Hop in." There was a rather strange look on her face – one that was almost of recognition, but also of disbelief. She was also blinking an unnecessary amount of times.

Dean didn't have time to worry about that, though. He returned to the side of the road and helped Sam up again, before leading his little brother over to the van and helping him into the middle seat, strapping him in, and then getting in himself. He closed the door, and then put the seatbelt on.

The woman started up the car again, and drove along the road. She glanced sideways at Dean. "So… you guys shooting something?"

"Shooting?" Dean frowned. "You mean like hunting?" That's a rather strange question to ask, especially since I already said we were in a car accident…

The woman shook her head. "No… I mean like a movie, TV episode, or whatever. I mean, you are the actors, correct?"

Actors? "Nah, we're just passing through," Dean replied, neither confirming nor denying the assumption. If he and Sam looked like actors, it could possibly be an idea to take on their identities.

"You didn't pick a very good time for it," the woman commented, eventually turning onto a main road. "Someone died in the cemetery. It was a terrible business. His poor girlfriend… It was probably murder, you know."

"Oh, yes?" Murder… Bloody Mary? It was probably unlikely, but… "How did he die?" Dean asked. Even while he talked, he continually glanced at Sam, checking on his brother. His breathing seems to be all right… But he's still unconscious, and that's a bad thing, especially since I can't see any signs of a head wound.

"I don't actually know that," the woman admitted. "I never saw his body – I just heard the rumours."

"He'd be taken to the morgue, right?"

The woman nodded. "Yeah…" She turned off the road, following a sign that said TO WESTWOOD HOSPITAL. "Is your… brother all right?"

Dean was watching Sam closely. "I don't know," he said truthfully. At least he's still alive… He didn't like the tone of the woman's voice when she said 'brother', though. It sounded like she didn't actually believe him. All right, I know that I habitually lie – but not about Sam being my brother.

The woman pulled into the car park, and backed her van into one of the spaces. She turned the ignition off, and then glanced at Dean. "Do you need any help with him?"

"Nah; I'm good." Dean smiled flirtatiously at the woman. "Thanks for all your help. Maybe I'll see you around." He then undid his seatbelt, opened the door, and got out. After undoing Sam's seatbelt, Dean then carefully pulled his brother out of the van, trying his best not to jostle him. He shut the door, and began half-carrying, half-dragging Sam in the direction of the building. I prefer not to go to hospitals, but…

Dean helped Sam into the building, and immediately over to the reception desk, ignoring the people already in the waiting room. "I need a doctor, and I need one now. My brother's hurt – we were in a car accident."

"Just a moment." The receptionist made a call on the intercom, and, a moment later, a dark-haired, well-built male doctor came out of one of the rooms.

The doctor – the name tag identified him as Doctor Aycott – headed over to Dean. "This is the victim? What happened?" Even as he spoke, he directed one of the workers to bring a gurney over, and get Sam onto it. His tone was quick and efficient, and so were the orders he gave to the worker.

"That's my brother, Sam," Dean said. "We were in a car accident. I'm not sure what happened… I guess the car must have gone off the road or something. We hit a tree, and I suppose Sam must have banged his head or something. Is he going to be all right? Can I come in with him?"

Doctor Aycott gave a gentle smile. "I'm sure he'll be fine," he attempted to reassure Dean. "I'll run some tests on him; make sure there isn't any internal bleeding or anything like that. It would probably be better if you filled out a form saying just what happened." He spoke to the receptionist a moment, and then passed a form and a pen over to Dean.

"Ok." That was really the last thing Dean wanted to do, but he guessed that the doctor knew best.

But if Sammy's in there too long, I'm gonna go.

Dean turned round, and then paused as he saw a dark-haired girl that struck him as very familiar indeed. As he stared, she lifted her head from the magazine she had clearly been reading, and stared.

"Jensen Ackles!"