\\Very superstitious, nothin more to say,
Very
superstitious, the devils on his way,
Thirteen month old baby,
broke the lookin glass,
Seven years of bad luck, good things in
your past.\\
They head to Indiana, drawn by the newspaper clippings reporting a rash of mysterious accidents, mysterious disappearances, mysterious deaths. It's Sam who finds the connection, surfing through online newspapers with practiced ease. Every one of the mysterious whatever's, as Dean comes to call them, somehow involves a little boy, Eric Andrews.
Somehow they end up back in the priest outfits, Dean's not sure how. But it gets them in the house, and talking to Eric under the guise of recruitment for a new after-school program at the local church.
"He's been holed up in his room all day, fathers. He won't tell me what's wrong. Is there anything you can do?" Charlene Andrews asks them. Sam and Dean share a look.
When they finally get the kid talking he shouts at them. "It's all my fault! I did it, it was me!"
Dean shoots Sam a glance, like go on, do something, use those puppy eyes of yours. Sam raises an eyebrow at him, but says, "What's your fault, Eric?"
"Everything!" the boy shouts at him. "It's my bad luck!"
"Hold on a minute." Dean interrupts. "Your what?"
"My bad luck!" Eric reiterates. "I broke a mirror, and now I'm having seven years of bad luck! Everyone knows that!"
When they get back to the Impala there is a moment of silence before both brothers burst into laughter.
"Seven years of bad luck, that takes the cake right there," Dean snorts, starting up the car.
"I dunno, Dean, maybe we should look into it. Stranger things have happened." Sam manages through his own laughter, shaking his head even as he says it.
"That's gotta be the oldest superstition ever, Sam." His brother retorts. "No reason why it should suddenly come true now."
"We said the same thing about Bloody Mary at first." And now Sam is serious, laughter gone. Little kids aren't the only people his puppy-dog eyes work on.
"Yeah, yeah. So we'll look into it, all right?" Dean concedes, still not buying it.
Two days later, when he sees his own reflection staring back at him with a decidedly creepy, malicious grin on its face, that's when he decides maybe they're on to something.