*Holds hands up* Please don't shoot! I know it's been a LONG time but I'm finally on spring break so I'm hoping to get some writing done!
As always credit goes to sweetkiwi604 for fixing my shitty grammar! And the bit's that she added too! She's wonderful and I love working with her! I really hope you like this one!
DISCLAIMER- Still don't own 'em. Kat's all mine though.
Enjoy!
Chapter 7 - Hey Buddy! Eyes Up Here!
"Sammy, wake up!" I nearly yelled shaking his shoulder. He was asleep in the front seat of the Impala and from what I could tell the dude was having yet another nightmare. It was becoming a regular thing for him. Dean looked over at Sam with a worried look on his face.
He woke up and looked around, confused. We were parked in front of a large building, we were there to go into the morgue and find out just what the fuck was going on. "I take it I was having a nightmare," Sam said as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him.
"Yeah, another one," I replied slightly annoyed. Obviously, I was concerned and so was Dean but I didn't really voice it like he did. Sam was always the one who wanted to talk about what's going on, Dean was the one who doesn't talk about it until he literally explodes, and I'm the one who just hated fucking talking about anything like that.
"Hey, at least I got some sleep," Sam said, looking from Dean to myself as if he was looking for approval. Who the hell needs approval for sleeping? Not me that's for sure.
"You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this," Dean spoke up. Like hell we are; if Sam doesn't want to talk about it I wasn't going to make him, but it was clear that Dean was.
"Are we here?" Sam asked, clearly ignoring Dean's comment about his nightmares. Good boy, Sam, ignore the shit out of that asshat I know I do.
"Yup," I said slapping him on the shoulder, "Welcome to Toledo, Ohio," I said gesturing outside.
Sam picked up the newspaper that had been sitting on the seat between him and Dean. I had already read it so many times I could already tell you what it said, Mr. Shoemaker died, left two kids behind, stroke. Or maybe not a stroke. Hopefully not a stroke; we needed a job. Being stuck in the car with these bitches was getting old.
"So what do you think really happened to this guy?" Sam asked, eyeing Dean as though he had all the answers in the world. Let me tell you something, he doesn't. The guy had the downsized brain to prove it too. There were only three things that Dean ever thought about; the Impala, the next girl that walked by and pie.
"That's what we are here to find out," I said sliding out of the car and headed for the building in front of us. It was some sort of hospital but it looked like it was a mental hospital, like the one in The One Who Flew Over The Cuckoo Nest.
When we got inside we headed for room 144, it was marked 'MORGUE'. I hated morgues, I hated dead people…well not dead people personally, just their smelly, rotting bodies, really. Bottom line, dead people are nasty. When we got into the room we saw that there were two desks in the room, one labeled Dr. D. Feiklowicz, which was empty. The other desk was labeled, Morgue Technician. That one however was not empty.
"Hey," tech guy greeted as we came into the room. The guy was already balding and was dressed like a male nurse. Note to self, if ever working a desk job, invest in gym membership.
"Hey," Dean nodded.
"Can I help you?" No, we were just going to wonder around while you sat there and gawked at my boobs, asshole. Dean caught where tech guy's eyes had drifted to and he cleared his throat. My boobs weren't big but they weren't small either, they are a perfect C.
"Yeah. We're the, uh…med students," Dean finally sputtered out. Seriously the guy could pretend to be a FBI agent but if we don't get into that fucking room because he can't pull his shit together, I was personally going to kill him. Or maybe I could just take a crowbar to the Impala that would piss him off more.
"Sorry?" tech guy asked. Dumbass, is Dean not speaking English or something? They really should higher smarter more social jerkoffs than people like this dude.
"Oh Dr.-" Dean stumbled and struggled with the name, "-Figlavitch didn't tell you?" wait, hold the shit. 'Figlavitch'? Clearly someone needed to go back to the first grade to learn how to read, it's 'Dr. Feiklowicz' stupid, not even close. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep me from calling him out on it. "We talked to him on the phone. He, uh, we're 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," tech guy said with a smug smile on his face. It was so smug that I wanted to slap it off his face.
"Oh well he said, uh-" SPIT THE FUCKING WORDS OUT DEAN YOU'RE MAKING US LOOK BAD! "-oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?
"Sorry, I can't. The Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want," he offered looking at my boobs again. This time Dean and Sam both caught it, I felt dirty, like I needed to shower.
"An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then," I spoke up looking over to my brothers, who nodded in agreement. See Dean, right there, that's how you talk to someone without sounding like a complete idiot.
"Yeah," Sam said glaring at the ass that somehow managed to pass for a person.
"Um, look, man, this paper's like half of our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out-" Dean started, but this rude son of a bitch interrupted him. If he didn't start helping us soon I was going to start kicking his ass.
"Uh, look, man…no."
Dean laughed a little as he turned away from this idiot who clearly didn't know who he was messing with. Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner for biggest asshat ever! Award goes to…TECH GUY! Please collect your prize as I kick your ball sack and prevent you from ever reproducing. Bitch.
"I'm gonna hit him in his face; I swear."
Sam hit him on the arm and I said, "Not if I do it first."
Which landed me an elbow to the ribs, well, it would have been my ribs if I was taller but it was my boobs which drew tech guy's eyes back to my chest. Sam pulled out his wallet and took five twenties out and laid them on his desk. Dean was watching over his shoulder and I could tell that he was pissed at the tech guy and Sam now, good going now I was going to have to hear about this later.
"Follow me," he said after he had swiped the money from the desk.
"Dude, I earned that money," Dean complained before we followed one of the assiest people I had ever met, which is really saying something, I mean, Dean is my brother after all.
"You won it in a poker game," Sam countered.
"Yeah." I had already walked off when Sam decided to join me, leaving Dean behind.
We were in the morgue standing around Mr. Shoemaker's body, thank GOD it was still covered up.
"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding," Sam told him as he stood at the head of the table with Dean to his right and me to Dean's right. Right then he pulled the sheet off of Shoemaker's upper body.
"More then that, they practically liquefied." I am going to puke. His eye sockets were completely empty, nothing left! Eyeballs gone!
"Any sign of a struggle? Maybe someone did it to him?" Dean asked since tech guy actually wasn't being a complete ass at the moment.
"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone."
"What's the official cause of death?" Sam questioned. Both my brothers were still looking at the corpses eyes, I don't know how they could for so long I kept having to look away.
"Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm?" he said, as if he was asking us what it was that killed this guy. "Something burst up in there, that's for sure." he said, almost giddy. He was enjoying this way too much. It was creepy, screw that, he was creepy; really fucking creepy.
"What do you mean?" I asked speaking for the first time since entering the room. I thought that since there was a dead body in the room with no eyeballs that he would look at my face and not my boobs…I was wrong and crossed my arms over my chest trying to give him the subtle hint to look away.
"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull then anyone I've ever seen." Okay, for real, he was too exited to be talking about this I thought that at some point he was going to start jumping up and down.
"The eyes, what would cause something like that?" Sam asked, pulling the attention off me. I could feel the anger rolling off my brothers but they surprisingly kept cool.
"Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims." Only we are sooo past blood shot, buddy. I mean I've had blood shot eyes before but I'm pretty sure I never had to worry about them exploding.
"Yeah? You ever seen exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked, finally pulling his eyes away from the grossness in front of us all.
"That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor."
"I sure hope not," I mumbled under my breath but it was loud enough for Dean to hear and elbow me in the ribs. Gorilla got it right, he was shorter then gigantor over there and didn't hit me in the boobs, thank God, I don't think my boobs could handle anymore attention today. I did make a mental note to get a shirt that said 'My eyes are up here'.
"Hey, think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh…our paper." Dean asked. Like I said earlier, my boobs can't take anymore attention or else I would have asked and there would not have been so much stuttering.
"I'm not really supposed to show you that," he hinted to Sam, who on cue, pulled out his wallet and took out a few more twenties from it. I don't get it, how did he have all Dean's poker money? If I knew he kept that much on him I would have taken it by now.
None the less we got the report. When we got it we left but not before Dean almost went to hit this jerk, I grabbed him practically yanking him out of there.
"Might not be one of ours," Sam said as we walked down the stairs, "might just be some freak medical thing." Oh like that hadn't crossed all of our minds already.
"How many times in Dad's long and varied career had it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?" I asked him as we continued to descend the stairs.
"Uh, almost never." Yup, he's still the smart one, college boy.
"Exactly," Dean stated as if he was smarter than Sam but let's be honest people I could blow through his one ear and his brain would roll out of the other.
"Alright, let's go talk to the daughter."
Sam, Dean and I walked into the Shoemaker's house, grieving people were everywhere. It, for whatever reason, reminded me of rehab-so many gloomy faces all in the same place and a few people crying.
"Feel like we're underdressed," Dean whispered to Sam and me. I wasn't underdressed, I was wearing a cute little black dress, I looked totally hot, they on the other hand we're wearing the same thing they always wore.
"Sucks to suck," I told them as we walked deeper into the house. When we got to the backyard I asked an older gentleman where we could find the daughters and he pointed us in the direction of a few girls sitting together in the yard.
"You must be Donna, right?" Dean asked as we approached them.
"Yeah," she confirmed.
"Hi, uh- we're really sorry," Sam said sympathetically as he looked down at the girls.
There was a girl sitting off the side who practically had her mouth hanging open as she looked at my brothers like they were Gods.
"Thank you," Donna said sweetly.
"I'm Sam, this is Dean and Kat," he continued motioning to each of us as he said our names.
"This is Charlie," she introduced motioning to the girl sitting to her right.
"We worked with your dad," Sam told them. Everyone turned to look at me, yeah I didn't think I could pass as being that old either.
"You did?" Donna asked, looking at me.
"Uh, I'm the little sister," I quickly tried to cover up as I got confused looks from the girls.
"Anyways, this whole thing. I mean a stroke," Dean started but the friend sitting right next to Donna cut him off.
"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now," she snapped off with attitude, I hope she doesn't think that I won't totally bitch slap her right here in front of everyone.
"It's okay. I'm okay," Donna told her friend in a way that made it kinda sound like she was telling her to back off.
"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" Dean asked her.
"No."
"That's because it wasn't a stroke," the little girl said as she turned around. I didn't even know she was listening to the conversation until then.
"Lily, don't say that," Donna told her little sister reassuringly.
"What?" Sam and I asked at the same time, I swear if he doesn't get out of my head I'm never going to speak again! Can you tell I spend way too much time with tweedledee and tweedledum?
"I'm sorry, she's just upset," Donna told us, this girl was so incredibly sweet that it broke my heart that they lost their dad, I couldn't even imagine if my dad di- NO! Stop thinking that way!
"No, it happened because of me," Lily told her older sister.
"Sweetie, don't say that."
"Lily," Sam interrupted and crouched down to her level, "Why would you say something like that?"
"Right before he died, I said it." Why can't people ever give us straight forward answers? Like, do people not know how to talk? We aren't mind readers!
"You said what?" It really amazes me how sweet Sam is sometimes.
"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror," I gave Dean my 'why do people have to be so dumb' look. I mean come on! Not everything is myth, some things are real and this might just so happen to be a real one. Anyways, it peeves me off when people do stuff like this, I mean sure, people don't know what's out there but that doesn't mean you call things that go bump in the tight into your home. "She took his eyes, that's what she does."
"That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault," Donna told her, for just losing her dad the girl was holding on pretty well, or at least she was pretending to.
"I think your sister's right, Lily. There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?" Dean questioned. The way he said it he made it sound like he was telling her there is a Bloody Mary but that this wasn't her work. Way to go and scare the little girl shitless Dean. Apparently the sweet gene skipped Dean and went directly to Sam.
We made our way into the house and up the stairs where the bathroom that the guy died in was. Sam pushed the door open and the first thing I noticed was the dried blood on the floor. Um, haven't they heard of bleach? I know I wouldn't want to walk into the bathroom with dried blood on the floor where my dad kicked the bucket if I was them and I certainly wouldn't want the constant reminder.
"The Bloody Mary legend…Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?" Sam questioned as we stood in the doorway of the bathroom, nobody making a move to enter it until then.
"Nope," I answered letting the 'P' pop.
"Not that I know of," Dean said entering the bathroom behind Sam, I was still standing in the doorway not wanting to enter the death trap. Sam crouched down and, wait for it…HE TOUCHED THE BLOOD! Yeah, that just happened. Why Sam? Hmm? Why would you do that?
"I mean, everywhere else all over the country, kids play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it," Sam said. I was trying to follow along but I was still distracted by the fact that HE TOUCHED THE FUCKING BLOOD!
"Yeah, well, maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening," I chimed in. I think Sam saw the disgust on my face because he then wiped the blood on my thigh. "You fucking, asshat!"
I grabbed a paper towel and started wiping it off my leg. My brothers just watched in amusement as I said every foul word I know trying to get the red off.
"Maybe this is the place that the legend began," I said through my still gritted teeth as I threw away the paper towel. Dean was looking through the medicine cabinet and he just shrugged.
"But according to the legend, the person who says B-" Sam started but paused to shut the medicine cabinet door which now had his reflection in it, "the person who says you know what gets it. But here-"
"Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah," Dean said, "never heard anything like that before. Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror, and the daughter's right. The way the legend goes, you know who scratches your eyes out."
"It's worth a shot," Sam said and we all left the bathroom. When we got to the hallway we saw that girl from downstairs, Charlie?
"What are you doing up here?" she asked. Girl better watch her attitude, I'm the only one who is aloud to be bitchy to my brothers.
"We-" Dean looked at us, "we had to use the bathroom." Yeah, two guys and their little sister had to all use the bathroom…TOGETHER. Have I mentioned recently he has no brain?
"Who are you?" she asked clearly not convinced.
"Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's Dad."
"He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself." Shit.
"No, I know, I meant-" Dean started but was cut off by Charlie.
"And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that? So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming." Damn, this bitch is good.
"All right, all right," Sam spoke up before she could scream, "We think something happened to Donna's Dad."
"Yeah, a stroke," she said but for whatever reason, the way she said it she didn't exactly sound convinced.
"That's not a sign of a typical stroke. We think it might be something else," Sam told her motioning to the stained bathroom tile.
"Like what?" she asked us, looking from Sam to Dean then finally to me.
"Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth," Sam told her in a quiet voice.
"So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead," I said with a bitter edge to my voice.
"Who are you, cops?" she questioned letting her guard fall a little.
"Something like that," Dean replied with a small grin.
"I'll tell you what. Here," Sam said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pen and paper. He scribbled something on it which I guess was his number then handed it to her. "If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary…just give us a call."
We left her standing there and decided to head for the library.
"Would you get your feet off the seat," Dean growled at me through the rearview mirror. I had propped my feet up between Sam and Dean's heads. I wasn't trying to be annoying I was just trying to get comfortable. I took my feet down and leaned my head against the window.
I couldn't help but think about my dad. I hated not knowing where he was or if he was okay or not, I mean, was it too much work to pick up a fucking phone and check in? Let us know that everything is okay? I couldn't help but feel a little sad about it all.
"Earth to Kat," Dean said looking back at me, "here," he said reaching across Sam and into the glove box before handing me a water bottle and my antidepressants. Crap, I forgot to take them that morning. No wonder I was feeling moody. "Kat if you don't take them you can't work this hunt." He told me when I didn't immediately take them.
"What are they?" Sam asked turning around to look at me as I opened them up and tossed one into my mouth dramatically so that Dean couldn't miss it.
"Antidepressants," Dean replied, "She gets all moody and sleepy when she doesn't take them." He wasn't wrong, I do get moody when I don't take them for whatever reason, and I always get SO tired! I could already feel myself getting ready to doze off.
The rest of the drive to the library was quiet aside from the music Dean was blaring. We all silently got out of the car and made our way into the library. I could feel that I needed a nap but we had lots of work to do so I figured I could just push through the need for sleep.
"All right, say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town. There's gonna be some sort of proof—like a local woman who died nasty," Dean said as we made our way through the library.
"Yeah but a legend this widespread it's hard. I mean, there's like fifty versions of who she actually is. One story says she's a witch, another says she's a mutilated bride, there's a lot more," I said trying to keep my eyes from drooping but Dean noticed.
"You gonna be able to stay awake?" Dean questioned. I just simply nodded my head. "Alright so what are we supposed to be looking for?"
"Every version's got a few things in common. It's always a woman named Mary, and she always dies right in front of a mirror. So we've gotta search local newspapers—public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill," I said before Sam had the chance to. "What?" I asked him when he gave me a look like I had just broken his toy. "I was the smart one when you left, nothings changed. Just look at it like competition to see who knows the most."
When we got up to the computers I stopped and let out a frustrated sigh. They all said 'Out of Order."! EVERY SINGLE COMPUTER!
I fell asleep as soon as we got back to the motel. I was supposed to be reading some article and I laid down on one of the beds to do so but the need for sleep was too great. I heard Sam gasp for air beside me and I opened my eyes. He must have fallen asleep on the other bed.
"Why'd you let me fall asleep?" he asked so quietly I wasn't sure he was actually talking to anyone.
"Cause I'm an awesome big brother," Dean said from where he was sitting in a chair reading, "So what did you dream about?"
"Lollipops and candy canes," he said still not raising his voice or looking over to Dean.
"Yeah, sure," Dean said clearly not convinced.
"Did you find anything?" Sam asked finally rolling his head over to look at Dean.
"Oh, besides a whole new level of frustration? No. I've looked at everything," he sighed, closing a couple books. Sam sat up so he could see everything on the small table that Dean was sitting at. I didn't move, the longer they didn't know I was awake the longer I could get out of doing research. "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 uh, no Mary." Sam sighed heavily and lay back down.
"Maybe we just haven't found it yet."
"I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area," Dean continued, "you know…with no help from sleeping beauty over there," he motioned to where I am currently pretending to be asleep, "Anyways, eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing. Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary."
Right then Sam's phone starts ringing making it impossible for me to fall back to sleep.
"Hello?"