"You didn't try and tell her the truth."

It was an appropriate accusation. He hadn't ever really tried to tell Jess the truth. Not about himself, his family, hunting, none of it. He told himself he couldn't tell her the truth because he couldn't chance it. He risked losing her if he told her every dark secret he had. At least, that's what he kept telling himself when the guilt about his omissions would eat away at his resolve. He had almost convinced himself it was time to reveal his every secret to her when he decided to propose to her. Yet when the opportunity to tell her the truth presented itself, he hadn't.

"You never told her about who you really are, because you were afraid she'd think you a freak and leave you." His reflection sneered at him, damning him for the liar he was. "But it's more than that, isn't it?" His eyes started to burn and he swallowed back a groan. He felt a sticky ooze trickle out from the corner of his eyes and slowly run down his face in one long, synchronized set of rivulets. He knew it was blood by its tangy, coppery aroma. However, there was nothing he could do to stop Bloody Mary. Not when she had him so completely snared in her deceptive little glass web.

"Those nightmares you were having of Jessica dying?" She taunted in a low hiss. "Those visions of her screaming and burning? You were having them for days before she died."

Every word was another arrow shot into his already fractured heart. Every word was another bit of truth he had tried so hard to deny, to ignore, and that he wanted to go away. Every word was another reminder about how he failed to protect Jess, to keep her safe from the monsters he knew were out there. The monsters who had already taken away the mother he never got a chance to know.

"You were dreaming of her burning like your mother did and you didn't say anything to her." The words were a low growl. His face in the glass contorted, shifted between his own image and that of Bloody Mary. "You were so desperate to not believe that what was going on was a premonition that you made yourself believe they were just dreams. How could you ignore the truth? How could you ignore the warning?" His voice rose an octave with every question until he shouted, "How could you leave her alone to die?!"

It was the question that Sam had asked himself since the night Jess died at the hands of the same thing that murdered his mom.

"I..."

Dean's crowbar went through the mirror.

A/N: Hello, all! Hope the week has been good!

This is tagged to episode 1x05