As soon as Bloody Mary turned into nothing more than crimson fragments and specks of glittery dust, Dean took the mirror containing her dopple's reflection and tossed it atop the pile. It shattered in a hailstorm of shards that rolled out across the sea of glass already spread out across the tile.
Take that, bitch, Dean thought as he drew a shaky breath. He glanced about the showroom floor, mentally taking inventory of the damage they'd caused but satisfied that nobody else would fall victim to the malevolent spirit known as Bloody Mary. There was glass and empty, broken frames everywhere. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on Dean. Man, if it weren't for bad luck, our family wouldn't have any luck at all, he thought as he covered a chuckle with a cough.
"Hey?" He didn't quite manage to keep the perverse amusement running through him from his voice. "Sam?"
There was a groan before Sam replied, "Yeah, Dean?"
Dean indicated the dozens of smashed mirrors with the wave of one hand. "This has gotta be like... what?" A silly grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "Six hundred years or so of bad luck?"
"More like a thousand."
"Dude, we're officially screwed."
Sam managed to snort a laugh as he slowly pulled himself up to his feet. He glanced over at him, the ghost of a smile hanging upon his lips.
"Guess it means you're not gonna get lucky again."
Dean's mind filled with images of him striking out in every dive bar and joint they popped into. That superstition possibly coming true didn't just horrify him, it positively terrified him.
"Man," he groused as he grabbed his crowbar and started making his way from the gallery. "Don't even joke about crap like that."
A/N: Hello, all! Hope you're doing well!
This episode is tagged to 1x05