BLOODY MARY

Evie's POV

Dean parked the Impala into a parking space outside the hospital where our next case was but I kept my eyes locked on Sam since he'd finally fell asleep half an hour ago but he was shifting around and twitching in his sleep and was talking in his sleep so I couldn't take it anymore.

"Dean I'm waking him" I leaned forward and touched Sam's shoulder. "Sam, wake up!" he jumped shocked out of whatever bad dream he'd been having and sat up looking around dazed before turning to me and Dean.

"Take it I was having a nightmare?" he asked and I frowned.

"Yeah another one" I replied sharing a look with Dean.

"Hey, at least I got some sleep" Sam said trying to make light of it but I was really getting worried.

"You know sooner or later were gonna have to talk about this" Dean replied not really looking up from his lap where the newspaper we'd found this case on.

"We're here?" Sam asked looking behind me out the back windscreen clearly changing the subject making me frown.

"Yep, welcome to Toledo, Ohio" Dean replied and Sam grabbed the newspaper off his lap looking at the circled death announcement of Steven Shoemaker, the guy who died mysteriously in his own bathroom so we thought this might've been our kind of case.

"So what do you think really happened to this guy?" Sam asked looking up.

"That's what we're gonna find out" Dean replied stashing two journals underneath the front seat, one his fathers and the second his. "Let's go" he added then got out with Sam following but I hesitated. "You coming Shortstack?" he asked seeing it and I sighed getting out and followed them wordlessly inside ignoring Dean's concerned look.

We walked following the signs down to the sub level of the hospital and walked into the morgue which was never a pleasant place to be as I stunk with so much chemicals and I knew it was to cover up the smell of death, I walked behind the boys letting them take the lead on this one since I just wasn't in the right mind space today.

"Hey" the guy sitting at one of the desks greeted looking up at us as we walked in.

"Hey" Dean smiled back.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah we're the uh…med students" Dean replied and I looked up.

"Sorry" the guy asked quietly confused.

"Oh Dr Feiklowicz didn't tell you?" Dean replied pointing over at another desk obviously having read the nameplate on the way in. "We talked to him on the phone, were from Ohio state he's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse, it's for our paper"

"Well I'm sorry he's at lunch"

"Oh well he said…well you know it doesn't matter, you don't mind showing us the body?" Dean asked him undeterred with the guys refusal.

"Sorry I can't, doc will be back in an hour you can wait for him, if you want?"

"An hour?" Dean replied wincing. "We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then" Sam and I nodded backing up the story. "Look man this paper is like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out-"

"Look man, no" the guy mocked cutting Dean off, Dean chuckled turning to us.

"I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear-" I hit Dean cutting off his whispered threat and stepped forward and the guy looked up eyes widening as if seeing me for the first time, I smiled seductively and pulled down my shirt making my cleavage show all that more than leaned down giving him a good long look.

"I would really appreciate it if you could help us out, I don't want to flunk out of med school and move back with my parents" I blinked up at him and his breath hitched taking a deep breath before smiling.

"Follow me" the guy finally said standing up and when his back turned I smiled stepping back from Sam who nodded with a smile as Dean rolled his eyes.

"That's how it's done babe" I pretended to brush something off my shoulder smiling at Dean's glare then followed after the guy with the boys following, he wheeled out the body from the freezer as we caught up and I stood beside Sam.

"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him, she said his eyes were bleeding" Sam asked taking over the questioning.

"More than that, they practically liquified" the guy replied moving the sheet and I frowned trying not to lose my lunch, I hated this part and had no idea why anyone would want to do this kind of work for a living.

"Any sign of a struggle?" Dean asked.

"Maybe somebody did it to him?" I added looking up at him instead of down at the body.

"Nope besides the daughter he was all alone"

"What's the official cause of death?" Sam asked.

"Uh doc's not sure, he's thinking massive stroke maybe an aneurysm, something burst up in there that's for sure" the guy replied almost with a smile making me frown because that's just disgusting.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked him again.

"Intense cerebral bleeding, this guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen"

"But the eyes, what would cause something like that?"

"Capillaries can burst, I see a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims"

"Yeah you ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked cutting in.

"That's a first for me" the guy replied. "But hey I'm not the doctor"

"Hey you think we could look at that police report?" Dean asked him. "You know for our paper?"

"I'm not really supposed to show you that" he replied looking at me suggestively licking his lips and I frowned as I felt Dean tense beside me but before he had the chance to do anything Sam reached into his pocket and grabbed out his wallet handing over all mine and Dean's hard earned poker cash and the guy took the bribe disappointed but handed over the police report, we thanked him and left.

"Dude we earned that money" Dean protested as we walked down the hallway.

"You guys won it in a poker match"

"Yeah" Dean and I replied throwing up our hands and Sam rolled his eyes.

"This might not be one of ours, might just be some freak medical thing" Sam spoke up when we fell back into step with him getting back to the case.

"How many times in Dad's long career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of awful supernatural death?" Dean argued.

"Uh almost never" Sam replied.

"Exactly"

"Alright let's go talk to the daughter" Sam replied and we headed back out to the carpark.

"By the way, don't ever do that again Evie" I turned to Dean confused but then it clicked.

"Oh come on Dean, how many times do you flirt to get us information"

"That's different!" he argued and I raised an eyebrow.

"How is that any different?" I argued right back and went to get in the back but his hand shot out shutting the door.

"It just is, I'm the dirty flirt and you're the rational one" I rolled my eyes glaring at him.

"Get over yourself Dean, it wasn't that big of a deal" he glared at me then moved and got into the driver's seat slamming the door shut, I rolled my eyes looking over at Sam who shrugged and got into the passenger seat and I climbed into the back crossing my arms and avoided looking at Dean and he started the Impala and drove to the Shoemaker's.

We got out noting that the family was right in the middle of the wake but we just walked right in taking note of everyone dressed in black and some of them looked up at us and I frowned feeling like we were intruding on a very private gathering.

"Feel like were underdressed" Dean said leaning closer to Sam and I rolled my eyes at his attempt at a joke, we continued to walk through the house and Sam finally asked someone where the daughter was and they showed us out to the back pointing over at a girl so we walked towards her. "You must be Donna right?" Dean asked looking at the brown haired girl.

"Yeah" she replied looking up at us.

"Hi uh…were really sorry" Sam cut in playing the concerned part.

"Thank you" she replied with a kind small smile.

"I'm Sam, this is Dean and Evie" I nodded a hello. "We worked with your Dad" I noticed her look to the girl beside her.

"You did?"

"Yeah this whole thing…I mean a stroke" Dean added and her friend frowned.

"I don't think she wants to talk about this right now"

"It's okay, I'm okay" Donna replied cutting her friend off.

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

"No" she replied with a shake of her head.

"That's because it wasn't a stroke" a younger girl added turning around in her seat to look at Donna.

"Lily don't say that" Donna scolded.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I'm sorry she's just upset"

"No it happened because of me" the younger girl…Lily argued.

"Sweetie it didn't" Donna replied and I gathered this was her sister.

"Lily" Sam cut in going towards to crouch in front of her. "Why would you say something like that?" he asked her.

"Right before he died, I said it"

"You said what?" Sam asked her in a soft voice.

"'Bloody Mary' three times in the bathroom mirror" I frowned and shared a look with Dean since even if we were angry at each other we knew better and when to focus on the case from our years of hunting with John and keeping us a secret to everyone but us. "She took his eyes, that's what she does"

"That's not why Dad died, this isn't your fault"

"I think your sisters right Lily" Dean replied looking at her. "There's no way it could've been Bloody Mary, I mean your Dad didn't say it, did he?"

"No I don't think so" she replied and we nodded before taking our leave but headed upstairs to the bathroom, Sam swung the door open and I frowned down at the tiled floor seeing some remnants of blood still staining the ground.

"The Bloody Mary legend, Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?" Sam asked looking at us.

"Not that I know of" Dean replied taking a step inside flipping the light on. "What about Bobby, Evie?" I shook my head.

"Not that I can remember" I replied following him inside.

"I mean everywhere else all over the country, kids play Bloody Mary and as far as we know nobody dies from it" Sam said kneeling down and ran his fingers over the blood stain before walking into the room.

"Yeah well maybe everywhere it's just a story but here it's actually happening" Dean replied moving closer towards the mirror.

"The place where the legend began?" Sam theorized and Dean nodded since it was possible.

"But according to legend the person who says-" I cut myself off when Dean opened the mirrored cabinet making it show my reflection and I closed it cautiously. "The person who says you-know what gets it but here-"

"Shoemaker gets it instead yeah" Dean cut me off.

"Right" Sam agreed.

"Never heard anything like that before" Dean replied shrugging but then looked up at us. "Still the guy did die right in front of the mirror and the daughters right, I mean the way the legend goes you-know what scratches your eyes out"

"It's worth checking into" Sam replied looking around the bathroom just as we heard footsteps outside the bathroom and quickly walked towards the door seeing the girl that'd been with Donna downstairs.

"What are you doing up here?"

"We…we had to go to the bathroom" Dean replied and I wanted to face palm my face since did he seriously not think that one through on what this looked like, two guys one girl all in the bathroom at the same time.

"Who are you?" she asked us.

"Like we said downstairs, we work with Donna's Dad-"

"He was a day trader or something, he worked by himself" she argued and I mentally cursed.

"No I know, I meant-"

"And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that?" she asked cutting Dean off again and I frowned really not liking this girl, I mean no one liked a nosy bitch. "So you tell me what's going on or I start screaming" she added crossing her arms.

"Alright, alright" Sam said stopping any protest Dean and I were about to come up with. "We think something happened to Donna's Dad"

"Yeah a stroke" she replied.

"That's not the sigh of a typical stroke" I cut in pointing down at the blood stain.

"We think it might be something else" Sam added.

"Like what?" she asked us.

"Honestly…we don't know yet but we don't want it to happen to anyone else, that's the truth" Sam replied and I crossed my arms.

"So if your gonna scream, go right ahead" I replied with a shrug of my shoulders watching her hesitate.

"Who are you, cops?" she asked and we all shared a look.

"Something like that" Dean replied nodding his head.

"Tell you what" Sam added reaching into his pocket. "Here you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary, just give us a call" he scribbled his number down onto a piece of paper then handed it to her as we walked down the hall and out of the house and headed straight for the library to start researching.

"Alright say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town there's gonna be some sort of proof right?" Dean asked as we walked inside. "A local woman who died nasty"

"Yeah but a legend this widespread, it's hard" Sam protested.

"Sam's right there's like 50 versions of who she actually is, one story says she's 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 versions got a few things in common, it's always a woman named Mary and she always dies right in front of a mirror" I replied as we walked into the computer room.

"We gotta search newspapers, public records, as far back as they go see if we can find a Mary who fits the bill" Sam added.

"Well that sounds annoying" Dean protested, he hated this part of hunting.

"No it won't be so bad as long as we-" Sam cut himself off looking down at the computers which all had an 'Out of Order' sign taped to the screens. "I take it back, this will be very annoying" I rolled my eyes at them and got to work.

We eventually found a few books and checked them out then headed to a motel for the night to research and catch some sleep but the later it got the more awake I seemed and that was probably for the eight cups of coffee I'd had to keep myself going.

"You should sleep" I heard Dean say making me look up for the first time and saw Sam had passed out in his bed.

"I'm not tired" I replied shaking my head at him sitting at the table near the window.

"You haven't slept in over twenty-four hours Evie, you need to sleep" I didn't reply and looked back down at the book in my lap. "Come on Shortstack, it ain't healthy for you not to sleep"

"I said I'm not tired Dean" I snapped looking up and saw him frown laying his book down against the table.

"What's wrong with you, you've been snappy all day and frankly haven't been all that interested with the case" I rolled my eyes opting to ignore him until he grabbed the book from my hands snapping it shut.

"Dean!" I exclaimed then looked over at Sam as he groaned moving in his sleep but luckily stayed asleep. "Nothing's wrong, I just want to do the job alright"

"Are you…are you on your…you knows?" I rolled my eyes standing up and went over to the kitchenet pouring myself another cup of coffee.

"No so don't even try and play the PMS card Dean, I just don't want to talk alright"

"Alright whatever" he replied going back over to the table and sat down, I sighed going back to the other bed and sat down grabbing the discarded book and flipped back to the page I was on just as Sam gasped waking up breathing heavily.

"Why'd you guys let me fall asleep?" he asked us without even sitting up.

"Because I'm an awesome brother" Dean replied while I frowned looking over at him with worry again, he was really starting to scare me with these nightmares, I wasn't a stranger to nightmares either but his was constant, I at least had the once in a while good dream. "So what'd you dream about?" Dean asked after sighing loudly.

"Lollipops and candy canes" Sam replied and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah sure" Dean muttered and Sam turned towards him.

"You find anything?" Sam asked him as Dean looked out the window.

"Oh besides a whole new level of frustration, no I've looked at everything and Shortstack over there hasn't had any luck either just fueling her coffee addiction" I rolled my eyes standing up and walked over to Dean throwing the book down with the others.

"A few local women, Laura and Cathryn committed suicide in front of mirror and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave but uh…no Mary" I replied taking a seat in the chair opposite Dean as Sam flopped back down onto the bed.

"Maybe we just haven't found it yet"

"I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area, you know eyeball bleeding that sort of thing, there's nothing" Dean added and I nodded.

"Whatever's happening here maybe it just ain't Mary" I cut in just as Sam's phone rang and he reached for it flipping it open and pressed to his ear.

"Hello?" he asked then suddenly sat up. "We'll be there" he hung up and stood up. "We have to go" Dean and I shared a look before getting up and followed him out to the Impala.

He gave Dean directions to a park and we got out seeing the girl from Donna's the one who interrogated us outside the bathroom, she had tear stains running down her face as we approached and when we reached her she broke down into more sobs as she started telling us about her friend who died last night.

"They found her on the bathroom floor and her…her eyes, they were gone"

"I'm sorry" Sam apologized as I took a seat beside her resting against Dean's legs as he sat on the backrest of the bench seat with his feet up on the seat and offered her a tissue.

"And she said it, I heard her say it but it couldn't be because of that, I'm insane right?" she asked looking up at us as she wiped her tears with the tissue I gave her.

"No you're not insane" Dean protested looking down at her.

"God that makes me feel so much worse" I frowned nodding my head since that often was the truth.

"Look" Sam cut in then shared a glace with me and Dean. "We think somethings happening here, something that can't be explained"

"And were gonna stop it but we could use your help" Dean replied and she looked up confused. "We need to see your friends bathroom" she was still confused but agreed to help us.

We drove to her friend Jill's place and waited by the girls bedroom window as we saw Charlie walk in shutting the door and locking it before turning on the lights and came over to the window sliding it open to allow us to climb inside.

"What did you tell Jill's Mom?" Sam asked Charlie as Dean climbed in after me closing the window and slid the curtains across.

"I just said I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things" she replied as Sam got to work grabbing out the stuff from the bag we'd brought with us. "I hate lying to her"

"Trust us, it's for the greater good" Dean replied walking up behind us. "Hit the lights"

"What are you guys looking for?" she asked us confused.

"We'll let you know as soon as we find it" Dean dismissed as Sam turned to me with the video camera.

"Hey night vision?" I flipped the switch. "Thanks perfect" he added when it came on and pointed it at me, I smiled poking my tongue out and crossed my eyes making him smile before he moved it towards Dean checking out the specs.

"Do I look like Paris Hilton?" I laughed shaking my head at him before grabbing the second EMF reader and started scanning the room as Sam checked out the mirror in Jill's closet and Dean finally helped me with his EMF reader taking the other side of the room.

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

"Beats me" Dean and I replied at the exact same time and any other time I would have smiled and laughed but I shook my head moving the EMF over a few of Jill's things getting no result.

"I want to know why Jill said it in the first place" Dean added pausing near Charlie.

"It was just a joke" she replied shrugging her shoulders.

"Well somebody's gonna say it again, it's just a matter of time" I replied moving towards the bathroom with Sam and watched him scan the camera over the mirror before pausing. "You got something?"

"Yeah" he nodded. "Dean" he called and Dean turned towards us. "There's a black light in the trunk right?" Dean nodded and quickly slipped out of the window to get it while Sam and I carefully took the mirror off the wall and laid it on the bed just as he returned and threw it towards Sam who caught it before ripping the paper from the back on the mirror and flipped on the black light moving it across it making a handprint and the words 'Gary Bryman' show up.

"Gary Bryman?" Charlie read and we turned to her.

"You know who that is?" Sam asked her.

"No" she replied shaking her head, Sam and I looked up at Dean then left and while Dean stayed with Charlie I went with Sam and we quickly dug up info on who Gary Bryman was before returning to them.

"So 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 but nobody got the plates or saw the driver"

"Oh my god" Charlie exclaimed.

"What?" I asked her.

"Jill drove that car" I frowned sharing a look with the boys since maybe we had a pattern after all.

"We need to get back to your friend Donna's house" Dean spoke up looking down at Charlie

We went back to Donna's house and while Charlie distracted her we went upstairs pulling the mirror off the wall and removed the back of it and Sam shined the black light over it and it revealed a single handprint and a name 'Linda Shoemaker', we back downstairs and asked Donna about Linda.

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Look were sorry but it's important" Sam replied placatingly.

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

"Donna just-"

"Just get out of my house!" she exclaimed cutting Dean off walking away.

"Oh my god, do you really think her Dad could've killed her mom?"

"Maybe" Sam replied nodding his head at her.

"I think I should stick around"

"Alright, well just whatever you do, don't-"

"Believe me, I won't say it" she replied so we nodded and headed back to the motel to do even more research now that we had more information and a pattern.

I just returned with some grub since neither one of us has eaten anything all day and saw Dean sitting at a computer printing out some documents, I set the food on the table then walked around and leaned down behind Dean to see where he was up to.

"Wait, wait you're doing a nationwide search?" I asked surprised he even knew how, Dean wasn't exactly technology friendly and I was usually the one doing all the computer research.

"Yep, the NCIC, the FBI database, at this point any Mary in the country who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me" Dean replied and I scoffed slightly impressed enough that some of my anger towards him dissipated.

"But if she's haunting the town, she should've died in the town" Sam argued coming over taking a seat beside Dean as I started massaging Dean's shoulders on instinct to be attentive.

"I'm telling you there's nothing local I've checked, Evie's checked so unless you got a better idea" Dean shrugged leaning into my hands as I paid attention to a certain knot at the base of his neck.

"The way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern" I cut in looking down at my work on Dean's neck which he was slowly leaning into.

"I know I was thinking the same thing" he replied leaning his head back.

"With Mr Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run-"

"Both had secrets where people died" Dean replied cutting Sam off.

"Right, I mean there's a lot of folklore where mirrors, they reveal all your lies, all your secrets that they're a true reflection of your soul which is why its bad luck to break them" Sam spat out and I smirked looking over at him impressed because he never ceased to amaze you with facts.

"Right, right" Dean replied looking back down at the computer. "So maybe if you've got a secret, I mean like a real nasty one then Mary sees it and punishes you for it"

"Whether you're the one you summoned her or not" I added stopping and started to move away from Dean but his arm shot out stopping me.

"Who said you could stop?" I scoffed rolling my eyes with a small smile.

"I did, I'm hungry and the foods getting cold, I'll massage you more when the case is over" he smiled suggestively and I shook my head at him before he turned to the computer again.

"Take a look at this" he spoke up getting back to the case as I ate since I was starving and he printed out some photos we took of the mirrors and showed them to Sam.

"Looks like the same handprint" Sam pointed out staring down at them.

"Her name was Mary Worthington, an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana" Dean replied and I looked up since we finally had a solid lead but before we followed it I made them eat something.

After eating a little bit of food they got impatient so I sighed rolling my eyes as they looked at me like I was their mother asking to be excused so I nodded standing up and grabbed my jacket and they quickly did the same and we drove the hour long to Fort Wayne, Indiana.

Our first stop was the local police department to find out as much as we could about Mary Worthington's murder case pretending to be reporters and they directed us to the retired detective who had been the key investigator on the case so Dean drove to the address they'd willingly handed over and we knocked on the door saying we were reporters working on a story for Mary's unsolved mystery case and were let straight in.

"I was on the job for 35 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"

"What exactly happened?" Dean asked him.

"You said you we're reporters?" the guy asked us, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

"We know Mary was nineteen, lived by herself, we know she won a few 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" Sam replied undeterred having done his research as per usual. "Cut out her eyes with a knife"

"That's right" I sent a small smile back at Sam nodding my head.

"See sir, when we ask you what happened, we wanna know what you think happened?" Dean added and the guy turned to us before nodding and went over to some filing cabinets and pulled out a box.

"Technically, I'm not supposed to have a copy of this" Sam scoffed and shared a look with Dean and I as he pulled out some files from the box and skimmed through it before he showed it to us. "Now, see that there 'T-R-E'?"

"Yeah" Dean and I replied at the same time nodding up at him.

"I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer"

"You know who it was?" Sam asked him.

"Not for sure" he replied then grabbed another page from the file. "But there was a local man, a surgeon, Trevor Samson and I think he cut her up good"

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

"Her diary mentioned a man she was seeing, she called him by his initial 'T'" I frowned since no matter what a girls diary should never be read, I'd hate it if anyone saw or read my journal, not even Dean had laid an eye on a single page but I guess if it was to solve a murder then maybe. "Her last entry she was gonna tell T's wife about their affair"

"But how do you know it was this guy Samson who killed her?" Dean asked him.

"It's hard to say but the way her eyes were cut out, it was almost possessional"

"But you could never prove it?" I asked looking up at him.

"No, no prints, no witnesses, he was meticulous"

"Is he still alive?" Dean asked putting his hand in his pockets.

"Nope" the detective said taking a seat. "If you ask me Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guy's secret but she never could" I frowned looking down at the case file because it was horrible that these people were out there, monsters I get it's in their natures but people are just crazy.

"Where's she buried?" Sam asked him.

"She wasn't, she was cremated" I frowned looking up at Dean since that made our job that little bit harder.

"What about that mirror, it's not in some evidence lock-up is it?" Dean asked pointing out at a picture on the desk.

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

"You have the names of her family, by any chance?" Sam asked and I swear this guy was probably thinking we were nuts with all these questions but it was part of the job unfortunately.

He gave us a list of Mary's family so we hit the road with Sam and I making our way down the list but so far neither one us having any luck and Sam was on the last name but by the sounds of it, it was a no-go too.

"Oh really…that's too bad Mr Worthington, I would've paid a lot of money for that mirror, okay well maybe next time, alright thanks" he hung up with a deep sigh.

"So?" I asked leaning against the front seat.

"So that was Mary's brother, the mirror was in the family for years until he sold it, one week ago" my eyes widened since that couldn't be a coincidence. "To a store called Estate Antiques, a store in Toledo"

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

"Her spirits definitely tied up with it somehow"

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

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

"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?" Sam asked shrugging his shoulders.

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

"Yeah I don't know, maybe" Sam sighed just as his phone rang so he answered it. "Hello…Charlie?" his eyes widened. "Okay just go to our motel and wait for us, we'll be there soon" he hung up and told us what had happened so Dean stepped on the gas to get back to Toledo quicker.

We pulled up and saw Charlie waiting so we quickly opened up our room as she kept her head down as we covered up anything that gave off a reflection and took down some pictures laying them face down on the bed.

"Hey" Sam said taking a seat beside Charlie on the bed. "Hey it's okay"

"You can open up your eyes Charlie, it's okay" I added seeing Dean pull down the last photo and turn it so it gave off no reflection.

"Now listen, your gonna stay right here on this bed and you're not going to look at glass or anything else that has a reflection, okay?" Sam added talking in a soft voice to keep the girl calm. "Now as long as you do that, she cannot get you"

"But I can't keep that up forever" Charlie replied shaking in fear. "I'm gonna die, arent I?"

"No" Sam and I replied at the same time.

"Not anytime soon" I added as Dean sat on the edge of the bed next to me.

"Alright Charlie, we need to know what happened?" he asked her.

"We were in the bathroom, Donna said it" she replied but one look at Dean and I knew that wasn't what he was asking her for since we'd already figured out the pattern on why Mary chose her victims.

"That's not what we're talking about" I replied and she looked up at me.

"Something happened, didn't it?" Dean asked her. "In your life, a secret where someone got hurt" she looked down a look of understanding crossing her face so Dean, Sam and I shared a look before looking back at her. "Can you tell us about it?" Dean asked her.

"I had this boyfriend, I loved him but he kind of scared me too you know?" she replied without meeting any of our eyes. "And one night at his house we got into this fight and I broke up with him and he got upset and said that 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 do you want to know what I said, I said 'Go ahead' and I left" I frowned shaking my head. "How could I say that, how could I leave him like that?" she wiped a tear off her cheek. "I didn't believe him, you know…I should've" she added then broke down crying so after reminding her to keep her head down and avoid reflections we left to finish this and save Charlie's life.

"You know, her boyfriend killing himself that's not really Charlie's fault" Dean spoke up after a few minutes of silence as I stared out the side window watching the rain droplets roll down.

"You know as well as I do spirits don't exactly see in shades of gray Dean, Charlie had a secret someone died that's good enough for Mary" Sam replied with a monotone voice making me look up with a deep frown.

"I guess" Dean said shrugging his shoulders.

"You know I've been thinking, it might not be enough just to smash that mirror"

"Why, want to you mean?" Dean asked him.

"Well Mary's hard to pin down right I mean she moves around from mirror to mirror, so who's to say she's not gonna just keep hiding in them forever?" I looked up and moved to lean my arms against the front seat between them. "So maybe…we should try and pin her down, you know summon her to her mirror and then smash it"

"Well how do you know that's gonna work?" I asked him.

"I don't, not for sure" he replied going quiet again.

"Well who's gonna summon her?" Dean asked looking over at him.

"I will" Sam replied and I turned back to him with a frown. "She'll come after me"

"Alright you know what, that's it" Dean replied pulling over to the side of the road and I sat back in my seat knowing this is gonna get ugly fast if I was right about Dean finally having enough of Sam's reluctance to talk these past few weeks. "This is about Jessica, isn't it?" Sam didn't reply as usual and I frowned since I was just as fed up as Dean was, Sam and I were supposed to be best friends after all and he wouldn't even tell me. "You think that's your dirty little secret, that you killed her somehow?" Dean continued ignoring Sam's lack of answer but again Sam refused to answer so I let the anger rise.

"Sam this has got to stop, I mean the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the night it's gonna kill you!" I exclaimed then sunk back against the back seat.

"She's right man so listen to us, it wasn't your fault" Dean added.

"If you wanna blame something then blame the thing that killed her" I replied without even looking at him.

"Hell why don't you take a swing at me, I mean I'm the one who dragged you away from her in the first place" Dean added again and I looked up surprised but nodded my head.

"I second that one, hit us both since I was in on dragging you back into the life"

"I don't blame you guys" Sam finally replied.

"Well you shouldn't blame yourself, cause there's nothing you could've done"

"I could've warned her" Sam replied glaring at Dean.

"About what?" Dean and I asked him angrily.

"You didn't know what was gonna happen" Dean added raising his voice again and Sam returned his eyes out the front windscreen. "And besides all of this isn't a secret, I mean I know all about it, Evie knows about it, it's not gonna work with Mary anyway"

"No you don't" Sam replied.

"I don't what?" Dean asked confused.

"You don't know all about it, neither of you do, I haven't told you guys everything" I frowned looking up at him in shock.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked him as I stared at him with anger, hurt and disappointment.

"Well it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?" Sam replied with a smug smile and I shook my head feeling the anger win over my other emotions.

"So much for best friends then huh Sam?" he turned back with a look of regret and sadness.

"No I don't like it, it's not gonna happen, forget it" Dean replied before I could say anything else.

"Dean that girl back there is gonna die unless we do something about it and you know what, who knows how many more people are gonna die after that, now we're doing this" Sam replied chancing a glance back at me. "You've both got to let me do this" I shook my head.

"No I'm going back to the motel, I'm not standing back anymore, I'm done" I opened the door and took a step out into the pouring rain hearing Dean call out to me as I walked back the way we came.

"Evie get in the damn car!" I continued to walk ignoring them. "Evelyn get in the car now!" I heard a car door open and shut before splashing footsteps caught up with me. "Eve stop, I'm not happy about this either, he's been lying to both of us-"

"It's different Dean, you always keep things from family but you supposed to tell your best friend everything you can't tell your family and Sam…he's been my best friend my entire life and he just admitted to keeping something this big from me, I tell him everything…everything and he can't tell me whatever this is, it hurts Dean, it hurts so much more than if he'd punched me in the gut"

"I know and trust me it's not over but Charlie needs us to stop Mary and I need you on this one, I need you baby" I frowned looking down but he lifted my chin to look him in the eyes. "Come on, you know I need you by my side, always" I sighed nodding my head then walked back towards the Impala with him and saw Sam had somehow gotten into the back so Dean and I slid in and he drove to the antique store with the car filled with silence.

Once there I felt down myself for my lock-picks but didn't have mine on me so I turned back to ask Dean if he had his but saw Sam holding his out, I frowned but took them without so much as a glance at him and got to work picking the lock while they kept watch for me, I heard the pin click so I turned the knob and the door opened.

We stepped inside and Dean closed the door behind him and Sam swung his flashlight around the room which was filled floor to ceiling with mirrors making me frown because that was just great and meant this just got a whole lot harder.

"Well that's just great" Dean spoke up making me smile that we were thinking the same thing, he grabbed out a photo of the mirror and we each glanced at it. "Alright let's start looking" we split up each going in a different direction.

"Maybe they've already sold it" I called out after a few minutes of searching but coming up with nothing.

"I don't think so" Sam called back so I turned and found my way over to him with Dean and saw the mirror in front of him, Dean pulled out the photo to double check if it was the right one.

"That's it" he nodded putting the photo back. "Sure about this?" Dean asked looking at Sam.

Sam's response was handing his torch to Dean who took it then walked towards the mirror with Dean and I one either side of him as he stared directly into the mirror before taking a deep sigh then slowly said the words 'Bloody Mary' three times with raising the crowbar with the last one and nothing happened for a second before lights suddenly filled the room from outside.

"We'll go check that out, you stay here be careful" Dean said grabbing my hand and we walked away but he paused turning back to Sam. "Smash anything that moves" we slowly crept up to the front of the store and saw it was two cops, we must have tripped an alarm.

"Stay here, I'll get that" I nodded to the cops.

"Wait what?" he protested so I turned back with a smile.

"Just trust me okay" I walked out and held my hands up when I saw the guns pointed at me. "Whoa guys, false alarm I tripped the system"

"Who are you?" one of them asked me.

"I'm the boss's kid" I replied shrugging like it was nothing.

"You're Mr Yamashiro's kid?" the chubby one asked me.

"I was adopted" I shrugged again and watched them appraise me with the cubby one's eyes racking up and down my body.

"Oh yeah?"

"Like I said I was adopted" I replied and they nodded but I could tell they didn't believe me the second they both took a step towards me. "You know what, I just really don't have the time for this right now or am in the mood so sorry about this" I turned and punched cubby in the face knocking him aside then turned and punched the older guy knocking him out with one hit before quickly turning to chubby again and punched him in the face a second time this time affectively knocking him out then held my hand in pain. "Son of a bitch!"

"Holy shit Evie!" I turned and saw Dean holding the door open for me with a smirk on his face.

"I learnt from the best" I smirked back then we headed back into the shop and saw Sam on the ground holding his chest in pain and blood poured down his face from his eye sockets so Dean didn't waste any time and smashed the mirror the glass raining down to the floor and Sam sucked in a breath of air.

"Sammy, Sammy?" Dean asked moving towards him and lifted his face.

"It's Sam" Sam replied and I couldn't help the laugh even if I was mad as hell still.

"Oh god, you okay?" Dean asked his brother.

"Yeah" Sam agreed.

"Come on, come on" Dean hauled him to his feet putting Sam's arm over his shoulders as we started to walk out but only got a few steps before we heard the crunch of footsteps over glass and turned seeing Mary in the flesh…or whatever a spirit was made out of, breaking the mirror freed her.

As she walked towards us I felt pain erupt in my chest and my cheeks were suddenly wet from blood coming out of my eyes and I dropped to my knees as I groaned in the worst pain imaginable but Dean suddenly grabbed hold of a mirror and turned it towards Mary causing her to pause.

"You killed them, all those people, you killed them" we heard her reflection shout at her as blood started running from her eyes as she choked on her breath before she melted into a pile of blood and Dean was quick to throw the mirror causing it to smash, I sat up now able to breath and sucked in one of relief before turning back to my boys.

"Hey guys"

"Yeah?" they both mumbled.

"This is gotta be like what, 600 years bad luck?" I asked and Sam scoffed quietly as Dean barked out a laugh putting his arm around my waist before we stood up and made our way out going back to the motel to tell Charlie it was over and to get cleaned up before we got in the Impala and drove her home.

"So this is really over?" she asked when we pulled up outside her house.

"Yeah it's over" Dean replied nodding his head.

"Thank you" she replied looking around the car at each of us before she got out and walked up the driveway.

"Charlie" Sam suddenly spoke up causing her to turn 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" she smiled then continued inside.

"That's good advice" Dean said hitting Sam's shoulder lightly but I frowned crossing my arms because I was yet to forgive him and probably wouldn't.

Dean pulled away and we got back onto the road as I stayed silent only looking up when I saw Dean look at me in the rearview mirror but I would quickly avoid his eyes since I wasn't in a mood for talking right now.

"Hey Sam?" Dean spoke up after another few minutes of silence.

"Yeah?" Sam replied looking over at him.

"Now that this is all over, I want you to tell us what that secret was?" Dean asked and Sam smiled a bit looking out the passenger window before turning back to Dean.

"Look, you're my brother and-" he turned to me as I frowned glaring at him. "And your my best friend and I'd die for either one of you but there are just some things I need to keep to myself" I frowned but sighed nodding my head. "We good pipsqueak?"

"Not really sasquatch but…I guess I can try" I replied and he smiled nodding his head then turned looking out the passenger side window and I didn't miss the look of confusion as he seemed to lock eyes with something as we drove past, I shared a look with Dean but neither of us said anything.