Author's note: I do not own anything having to do with Supernatural, only Leah belongs to me. I also want to apologize for the confusion in the last chapter I had breaks in the story but apparently they didn't show up when I published the chapter so hopefully this chapter will be better. I'm going to use SUPERNATURAL as a break in time, let me know what you think. Just a quick shout out to Wondertogondor, Happy Birthday! Remember to read and review!

Chapter 5

We pulled into a parking spot as Sam started to moan in his sleep again.

"Sam…Sam wake up," Dean yelled as he gently shook him.

Sam woke up, took a deep breath and asked, "I take it I was having a nightmare?"

"Yeah…another one," Dean answered.

"Hey at least I got some sleep," Sam said.

"You can thank me later," I smiled as I patted him on the shoulder.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked turning to look at me.

"I might have crushed up a teeny tiny sleeping pill into your drink without you knowing about it," I admitted.

"Leah, you drugged him?!" Dean exclaimed.

"Oh please it was one pill and he got some sleep so sue me," I retorted.

"That's the last time I ask you to buy the snack for the road. So are we here?" Sam asked.

"Yup welcome to Toledo, Ohio Sammy," I answered.

"Would you stop calling me that freckles," Sam sighed.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes and then asked, "So what do you think really happened to this guy?"

"That's what we are going to find out," Dean answered as we got out of the car.

We walked into the morgue and saw only one guy on duty.

"Hey," Dean acknowledged.

"Hey, can I help you?" the man asked.

"Yeah we're the med students," Dean answered.

"Sorry?"

"Oh your partner didn't tell you, we talked to him earlier we are from OhioState, he was supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse," Dean replied.

"That's interesting see my brother goes to O.S.U. and I happen to know they are on break right now," the guy answered.

"I told you we shouldn't have lied," I said turning on my charm and then started to twirl my hair in my finger, "See it's my fault we are here, it's like my dream to become a member of the CSI team you know like on TV, even though I would never be as hot as they are I mean have you seen them? But I won't even be able to dream about becoming a member unless I can solve a murder and write an awesome paper on it I mean it's like half my grade, so do you think you can you help me out? I mean I would owe you big time."

"You are much prettier than those girls on TV," the guy winked at me and I could feel both Sam and Dean take a step closer to me, "but the Shoemaker case isn't a murder."

I put my hand on the desk and leaned over just enough so he could peak down my shirt, "even still if I write my paper well enough and I can prove without a doubt that it wasn't a murder I can still get the grade I need."

He thought about it for a minute, "Fine but your bodyguards stay here."

"What?" Sam asked.

"Yeah I don't think so," Dean added.

"Guys it's fine it shouldn't take too long, right?…sorry I didn't catch your name," I giggled.

"Shawn and you?" he smiled back.

"Leah."

"Well then Leah right this way," Shawn said as he held the door open for me.

I took one last look at my very angry brothers and walked into the room. I knew I was going to be in for it with them but we needed information and yet once again Dean's way was not working.

"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him, she said his eyes were bleeding," I said as he pulled out a slab with a man on it I assumed was Mr. Shoemaker.

"More than that they practically liquefied," Shawn said as he pulled back the sheet, "and besides the daughter he was all alone."

"What's the official cause of death?" I asked looking at where the poor man's eyes used to be. Being a Winchester blood never bothered me but I couldn't believe how hard it was for me to keep my lunch down seeing he had no eyes left.

"Doc's not sure; he is thinking a massive stroke maybe an aneurysm, something burst up in there that's for sure."

"What do you mean?"

"There was intense cerebral bleeding; this guy had more blood in his skull than I have ever seen."

"So do you think I can take a look at the police report you know for my paper it really could get me extra credit," I asked.

"I'm not really supposed to show you that," Shawn admitted.

"Please…for me," I said giving him my best pouty lip.

"You are too cute for your own good you know that," he said as he went over to a filing cabinet pulled out the report and made me a copy.

"Thanks again for all your help," I smiled as we left the room and joined my brothers.

"Just make sure you let me know how you made out on that paper, I left my number in the file," he answered.

"It's time to go," Sam said as he ushered me back outside.

"Leah Marie I swear to God you pull something like that again and I am locking your ass in the car," Dean growled from behind us.

"What did you find out?" Sam asked.

"It might not be one of ours, it might just be a freak medical thing," I answered shrugging him off of me.

"How many times has it actually been a freak medical thing?" Dean asked.

"Almost never," I answered.

"Exactly," Dean said pushing me into the car.

"Alright let's go talk to the daughter," Sam said.

SUPERNATURAL

"Excuse me could you please point us in the direction of Mr. Shoemaker's daughter we would like to pay our respects," Sam asked as older gentleman as we entered the man's house.

He smiled and directed us into the backyard. It was clear they had just come back from some sort of a funeral service and we were completely under dressed.

"You must be Donna right?" Dean asked as we made our way over to a group of girls.

"Yeah," one of them answered.

"We're really sorry for your loss," I said sympathetically. I couldn't help but feel a little sad myself thinking about my own dad.

"Thanks," Donna smiled.

"Hi I'm Sam, this is Leah and that's Dean, we worked with your dad."

"You did?" she asked skeptically.

"Yeah this whole thing, I mean a stroke," Dean answered shaking his head.

"I really don't think she wants to talk about this right now," one of her friends spoke up.

"It's ok, I'm ok," Donna reassured her.

"Were there ever any symptoms…dizziness, migraines?" Dean asked.

"No," Donna answered.

"That's because it wasn't a stroke," a little girl said turning around from where she was sitting.

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

"What?" Sam asked.

"I'm sorry she is just upset," Donna answered.

"No it happened because of me," Lily went on.

"Sweetie it didn't," Donna tried again.

"Lily, why would you say something like that?" I asked kneeling in front of her so we could be eye level with each other.

"Right before he died, I said it."

"Said what, sweetheart?" I asked her.

"Bloody Mary three times in the bathroom mirror," Lily confessed, "She took his eyes it's what she does."

"That's not why dad died, this isn't your fault," Donna said.

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

"No I don't think so," she answered.

"Everything will be ok," I smiled at her giving her knee an encouraging squeeze before getting up and following my brothers into the house.

We made our way upstairs to find the bathroom where their father had died.

"You know you were really good with that little girl," Sam said.

"You would have said the same thing if I wasn't here, it's not a big deal," I said.

"I like when you show your soft side," Sam smiled and playfully pushed me.

"Yeah it's not often she isn't a bitch," Dean said walking past us and then turning to wink at me.

We found the bathroom he had died in and you could still see the blood stains on the floor.

"The 'Bloody Mary' legend, did dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?" Sam asked.

"Not that I know of," Dean answered as he entered the bathroom.

"Everywhere else all over the country kids play 'Bloody Mary' and as far as we know nobody dies from it, I mean I've even played it when I was younger," I said as I followed him in.

"Yeah well maybe everywhere else it's just a story but here it is actually happening," Dean said still scanning the bathroom before looking at me, "And why would you ever play a game like that, you know what's out there."

"I was bored and figured if it was real that dad would protect me," I admitted.

"Let's not take any chances here until we can figure out what we are dealing with, ok?" Sam said looking at me.

"Yup," I answered thinking to myself that this time dad wouldn't be here to protect me if this thing was real.

"So you think this is the place the legend began?" Sam asked turning back to Dean and he just shrugged.

"But according to the legend the person who says you-know-what gets it but here…" I started until Dean cut me off.

"Shoemaker gets it instead."

"Never heard of anything like that before but still the guy did dies right in front of the mirror and the daughter is right the way the legend goes you-know-who scratches your eyes out," Sam said.

"It's worth checking into," Dean thought.

"What are you doing up here?" one of Donna's friends from downstairs asked us.

"We…we had to go to the bathroom," Dean answered.

I gave him a look as if to say 'are you serious?'

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Like we said downstairs we worked with Donna's dad," Sam tried.

"He was a day trader or something, he worked by himself. And all those weird questions downstairs what was that? So either you tell me what's going on or I start screaming."

"Alright…alright we think something happened to Donna's dad," I said quickly.

"Yeah a stroke," she replied.

"That's not the sign of a typical stroke," I said nodding towards the remaining blood on the floor, "We think it might be something else."

"Like what?" she asked.

"Honestly, we don't know yet but we don't want it to happen to anyone else, that's the truth," Sam answered.

"So if you are going to scream go right ahead," Dean said.

"Who are you cops?" she asked.

We all shared a look before Dean answered, "Something like that."

"I'll tell you what; here you think of anything…you or your friends notice anything strange or out of the ordinary give us a call," I said as I handed her a piece of paper with my cell phone number on it.

"Thanks, I'm Charlie."

SUPERNATURAL

"Ok so say 'Bloody Mary' really is haunting this town, there's got to be some sort of proof right?...a local woman who died nasty," Dean said as we walked through the doors of the town library.

"Yeah but a legend this wide spread it's hard, I mean there are like fifty versions of who she actually is," Sam said.

"One story says she is a witch another says she's a mutilated bride and there's a lot more," I added.

"Alright so what are we supposed to be looking for?" Dean asked.

"Well every version has a few things in common," Sam said.

"It's always a woman named Mary and she always dies right in front of a mirror," I finished.

"Aww look how cute you go from arguing with one another to finishing each others sentences," Dean teased.

"Well we have to make up for your lack of brain power," I answered.

"Come on we have to search local newspapers and public records as far back as they go and see if we can find a Mary that fits the bill," Sam directed.

"That sounds annoying," Dean answered.

"No it won't be so bad as long as we can…" Sam started until he noticed that all the computer were out of order, "I take it back this will be very annoying."

SUPERNATURAL

We got back to our motel room, Dean and I continued to research while Sam fell asleep on the bed until he abruptly woke up.

"Why did you let me fall asleep?" he asked starring at the ceiling.

"Because we are awesome siblings," Dean replied.

"Awesome siblings don't drug you," Sam said.

"It was one time!" I exclaimed and looked to Dean for help.

"Hey I'm with Sam on this one," he said putting his hands up.

"So what did you dream about?" I asked looking back over to Sam.

"Lollipops and candy canes," he answered deadpanned.

"Yeah sure," I said shaking my head.

"Did you guys find anything?" Sam asked.

"Besides a whole new level of frustration…no," Dean answered.

"A few local women a Laura and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave but no Mary," I said throwing the papers I was looking at back on the table.

"Maybe we just haven't found it yet," Sam sighed.

"I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area you know eye ball bleeding that sort of thing, there's nothing. Whatever is happening here maybe just isn't Mary," Dean said as my phone started to ring.

Pain, without love. Pain, I can't get enough. Pain, I like it rough 'cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.

"Hello?"

"Something…happened…"

"Charlie?"

"Jill…" she sobbed again.

"Alright calm down we will come meet you, where are you?"

"The park…"

"Ok stay put we will be right there," I said and I hung up.

"How many times are you going to change your ring tone?" Sam asked after I hung up.

"Yeah what's with all the pain stuff?" Dean asked. I would never admit to them how hard it was for me to not fall apart since dad wasn't around.

"We have to go that was Charlie."

SUPERNATURAL

"And they found her on the bathroom floor…and…and her eyes…they were gone," Charlie cried.

"I'm sorry," Sam said.

"And she said it…I heard her say it, but it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane right?" Charlie sobbed.

"No you are not insane," I said sitting down next to her and putting my arm around her.

"God that makes me feel so much worse," she admitted.

"Look we think something is happening here, something that can't be explained," Sam said.

"And were going to stop it but we could use your help," Dean added.

SUPERNATURAL

"What did you tell Jill's mom?" Sam asked as we climbed through Jill's bedroom window.

"I just said that I needed sometime with Jill's pictures things, I hate lying to her," Charlie said as Dean closed the curtains.

"Trust us it's for the greater good, get the lights," Dean said.

"What are you guys looking for?" Charlie asked.

"We will let you know as soon as we find it," Dean answered.

"Hey where's the night vision on this thing?" I asked turning the video camera on and Sam turned it on for me.

"Do I look like Paris Hilton?" Dean asked posing for the camera.

"Exactly you're just missing the little dog," I laughed and we started scanning the room.

"So I don't get it first victim didn't summon Mary and the second victim did, how's she choosing them?" Sam asked.

"Beats me," I shrugged.

"I want to know why Jill said it in the first place," Dean said looking straight at Charlie.

"It was just a joke," Charlie answered.

"Yeah well somebody is going to say it again it's just a matter of time," Dean said.

"I didn't want her to say it," Charlie said and she started to get teary eyed again.

"De that's enough," I said before he could open his mouth.

"Hey we brought the black light in right?" Sam called from the bathroom.

"Yeah here," I said handing it over as he laid the mirror on the bed reflective side down.

He moved the light over the back of the mirror and Charlie read, "Gary Bryman."

"You know who that is?" I asked.

"No," she answered.

SUPERNATURAL

"So Gary Bryman was an eight year old boy. Two years ago he was killed in a hit and run and the car was described as a black Toyota Camry but nobody got the plates or saw the driver," Sam said as he walked over to where we were sitting.

"Oh my God," Charlie whispered.

"What?" I asked her.

"Jill drove that car," she answered.

"We need to get back to your friend Donna's house."

SUPERNATURAL

"Why are you asking me all this?" Donna asked after we took the black light to the back of the mirror where her father was killed.

"Look we're sorry but it's important," Sam said.

"Yeah Linda's my mom ok, and she overdosed on sleeping pills it was an accident and that's it," Donna replied nastily, "I think you should leave."

"Donna listen…" I tried.

"Just get out of my house!" she screamed before storming off.

"Oh my God do you really think her dad could have killed her mom?" Charlie asked.

"Maybe," Sam answered.

"I think I should stick around," Charlie said.

"Alright just whatever you do, don't…" Dean started.

"Believe me I won't say it," she answered.

SUPERNATURAL

"Wait, wait, wait you're doing a nation wide search?" Sam asked.

"Yup at this point any Mary who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me," Dean replied as he went back to scrolling through the pages on the laptop.

"But if she is haunting the town she should have died in the town," I said falling onto the bed.

"I'm telling you there's nothing local I've checked so unless you have a better idea," Dean said.

"Well the way Mary is choosing her victims it seems like there is a pattern," Sam said.

"Yeah I know I was thinking the same thing," Dean nodded.

"With Mr. Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run…" Sam started.

"Both had secrets where people died," Dean said.

"Now look who's finishing each others sentences," I said propping myself up by my elbows.

"Jealous?" Dean asked.

"Of you…never," I teased and then got serious, "Ok so there is a lot of folklore about mirrors that they reveal all your lies…all your secrets that they are a true reflection of your soul which is why it is bad luck to break them."

"Right, so maybe if you've got a secret, like a really nasty one where someone died then Mary sees it and punishes you for it," Sam said.

"Take a look at this," Dean said as he printed out a picture of a bloody hand print matching the one we found on the back of both Jill and Mr. Shoemaker's mirrors.

"It's the same one," I said.

"Her name was Mary Worthington, an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana," Dean told us.

SUPERNATURAL

"I was on the job for thirty five years, detective for most of that, now everybody packs it in with a few loose ends but the Mary Worthington murder, that one still gets me," the retired detective told us.

"What exactly happened?" Dean asked.

"You three said you were reporters," the man said.

"We know Mary was nineteen, 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," I answered.

"That's right," the man nodded.

"See sir when we ask you what happened, we want to know what you think happened," Dean said.

"Technically I'm not supposed to have a copy of this," the man said as he pulled out on old file and showed us a picture of the crime scene, "You see that there, 'Tre' I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer."

"You know who it was?" Sam asked.

"Not for sure but there was a local man, a surgeon, and I think he cut her up good," the man answered.

"Now why would he do something like that?" I asked.

"Her diary mentioned a man she was seeing she called him by his initial, T. Well her last entry she said she was going to tell T's wife about their affair."

"Well then how do you know it was this surgeon that killed her?" Dean asked.

"Hard to say but the way her eyes were cut out it was almost professional."

"But you could never prove it," I said.

"No…no prints…no witnesses…he was meticulous."

"Is he still alive?" Dean asked.

"Nope. If you ask me Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guy's secret but she never could."

"Where is she buried?" Sam asked.

"She wasn't she was cremated."

"What about that mirror it isn't in some evidence lock up somewhere is it?" I asked.

"No it was returned to Mary's family a long time ago."

"You have the names of her family by any chance?" Sam asked.

SUPERNATURAL

"Alright thanks," Sam said and hung up his cell phone as we drove down the road on the way back to Ohio.

"So?" I asked.

"That was Mary's brother, the mirror was in the family for years until he sold it…one week ago to a store called Estate Antiques, a store in Toledo," Sam answered.

"So wherever the mirror goes that's where Mary goes?" Dean asked.

"Her spirit is definitely tied up in it somehow," Sam answered.

"Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" Dean asked.

"Yeah there is, when someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so the ghosts wouldn't get trapped," I answered.

"So Mary dies in front of a mirror and it draws in her spirit," Dean concluded.

"Yeah but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?" Sam asked.

"I don't know but if the mirror is the source I say we find it and smash it," Dean said.

Pain, without love. Pain, I can't get enough. Pain, I like it rough 'cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.

"Hello?" I answered.

"She's going to kill me."

"Charlie?"

SUPERNATURAL

We got picked Charlie up from school and brought her back to our motel room. I sat with her on the bed while Sam and Dean covered anything and everything that had a reflection.

"Hey, it's ok you can open up your eyes now," I said rubbing her back, "Now your going to stay right here on this bed and your not going to look at glass or anything else that has a reflection, ok? Now as long as you do that she can not get you."

"But I can't keep that up forever…I'm going to die aren't I?" she asked.

"No not anytime soon," Sam answered.

"Alright Charlie we need to know what happened," Dean said sitting on the end of the bed.

"We were in the bathroom, Donna said it," she answered.

"That's not what we are talking about something happened didn't it, in your life, a secret where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it?" Dean asked.

"I had this boyfriend and I loved him but he kind of scared me too you know and one night at his house we got into this fight and I broke up with him and he got upset and he said that he needed me and that he loved me and he said Charlie if you walk out that door right now I'm going to kill myself. And you know what I said, I said go ahead and I left. How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just I didn't believe him you know…I should have."

"Charlie you're going to stay right here and we will come get you once this is all over with," I said and went to get up but she grabbed my arm.

"You're going to leave me all alone?" she asked and started panicking.

"Shh…relax I'm right here," I said as I sat back down next to her.

"Please don't leave me," she cried.

"I'll stay with her," I said as I started to rub her back again, "you two please be careful."

"Who us?" Dean smiled.

"Just please watch your backs," I sighed, I was not in the mood for his wiseass remarks.

"We will be back as soon as we can," Sam said as they left the room.

"How are they going to fix this?" Charlie asked after the door shut.

"They will think of a way, they always do," I answered.

"But what if they can't?"

"They won't come back until they know it is over, Charlie you have to trust me on this you are going to be ok."

By some miracle from God Charlie fell asleep on the bed after about an hour and I took the opportunity to try my dad again. My brothers didn't know it but I called him a few times a week hoping that maybe one day he would actually answer the phone, just hearing his voice on the recording made it worth calling him.

"This is John Winchester, I can't be reached. If this is an emergency call my son Dean 555-8976 or my daughter Leah 555-1160, they can help."

"Hi dad it's me again. We're in Ohio working another job but we're all ok so no need to worry. I miss you so much, why can't you just call me back so I know you are ok. This is killing me, I love you daddy."

I hung up the phone and allowed myself to cry tears I have been holding in since dad went missing. I cried until I heard Charlie moving on the bed.

"Leah?" she called out.

"Yeah Charlie I'm here," I answered sitting on the side of the bed.

"Did something happen, I heard you crying."

"It's nothing you need to worry about," I smiled at her and wiped away any trace my tears had left.

A minute later Sam and Dean came back into the room both with dried blood on their faces.

"Are you alright?" I asked running over to them hugging Sam first and then Dean.

"Yeah," Dean answered as he hugged me back.

"So this is really over?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah it's over," Sam replied.

"Thank you," she smiled and went to head for the door.

"Charlie, your boyfriend's death you should really try to forgive yourself, no matter what you did you probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happen," Sam said.

She nodded and left the room.

"That's good advice," I said as I jumped on his back, "Now what do you say we get out of this town."

He carried me out to the car and we hit the road. We were quiet for awhile until Dean spoke up.

"Hey Sam…"

"Yeah," he answered.

"Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret was," Dean said.

"What secret?" I asked sitting up.

"Sam called Mary into her mirror," Dean answered.

"You did what?! But how you have never killed anyone!" I almost screamed.

"Sam I'm serious we have the right to know," Dean said.

"Look you're my brother and you're my sister and I would die for you but there are some things I need to keep to myself."

After a few more minutes of silence Dean spoke again.

"Alright then Le I want to know why your ring tone is all about pain."

"It's just a song De," I replied and went back top flipping through my magazine.

"That's bull and you know it, we always know what mood you're in by what song you put as your ring tone for the time being," Sam said.

"You're not thinking about doing anything stupid again are you?" Dean asked looking at me in the rearview mirror and the scars on my arms caught my eye.

There was a time a few years back I fell into a deep depression, not really sure of the reason why, but I found that cutting myself released the tension in my body and it was almost an euphoric feeling seeing the blood drip down my arm. Dean walked in on me one day while I was cutting myself and after that I wasn't allowed to be left alone or carry a knife for a good 6 months. My dad even used to do 'inspections' of my arms to make sure that I had stopped so I used to cut the tops of my legs instead for awhile. To be honest I hadn't really thought about cutting lately and I was proud of myself for that.

"No guys I'm fine," I answered.