Hey everybody! I hope you are having a good week, I know I am! It's my spring break! YAY! Only it's over on tuesday :( Oh well. Well here is the other half of the Bloody Mary episode. Hope you enjoy.

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Chapter 8 - Blood Bath

We were all huddled around Charlie, who was sitting on a bench in the park, while she cried.

"And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her-her eyes. They were gone," she cried as she told us about her friend's death. The girl that died was apparently the gawky girl from the funeral.

"I'm sorry," Sam told her in his usual sympathetic voice. He was standing in front of her peering down at her while Dean sat on the back of the bench and I sat next to Charlie and in front of Dean, between his feet.

"And she said it," Charlie continued expecting us to know what 'it' was. I looked to Sam, who was looking at Dean, then dropped his gauze to me. "I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?" she asked. She really did look like she wanted us to tell her she was insane but at the same time she wanted us to confirm what killed her friend.

"No, you're not insane," Dean replied in his usual though guy voice and as much as I hate it when people cry I gave him my best 'be nice' look.

"Oh God, that makes me feel so much worse!" she said, crying a little harder.

"Look," I started, "We think something's happening here. Something that can't be explained."

"And we're going to stop it," Dean finished, "but we could use your help."

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you guys so much right now," I was muttering, as we waited on the roof right out side Jill's window waiting for Charlie to open it and let us in.

"Would you calm down?" Dean said, peering back at me. "It's not even that far. If you fall the worst that will happen is you sprain something. No one dies from falling a distance this short," he rolled his eyes right as Charlie opened the window. Did I mention I am extremely afraid of heights? I didn't think I did, so I'm telling you now. I HATE HEIGHTS!

We all climbed through the window and I scrambled to the other side of the room as fast as I could, pretending to look at something on Jill's desk.

"What did you tell Jill's mom?" Sam asked once we were all in.

"Just that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things," she answered as Sam closed the curtains and pulled something out of the duffle that he took from Dean. "I hate lying to her."

"Trust us, this is for the greater good. Hit the lights." I shut off the lights before Charlie even had the chance to move closer to me.

"What are you guys looking for?" she asked, as Sam opened the camera.

"Hey, night vision?" Sam asked Dean. The idiot still couldn't figure out how to turn it on after all this time. It honestly amazed me. The guy could hack his way through police and FBI records but he couldn't use a simple camera. "Perfect," he smiled after Dean had turned it on for him.

"Do I look like Paris Hilton?" Dean questioned when he realized that Sam had the camera on him. Instead of responding, Sam just walked away with the camera in his hands. He opened the closet door and began taking footage of the mirror.

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

"Beats me," I shrugged sitting down on the bed with Charlie while Dean walked around the room with his EMF meter.

"I wanna know why Jill said it in the first place," Dean said looking over to where Charlie and I sat on the bed.

"I-it's just a joke," she stuttered out, faltering slightly under his stern glare.

"Yeah, well somebody's gonna say it again, it's just a matter of time," Dean informed her, as he continued on scanning the room. Sam was now in the bathroom, moving the camera over every inch of the mirror.

"Hey," he called out from the bathroom. With any luck he found something other than the fact he needed a haircut. "There's a black light in the trunk, right?" he questioned.

About five minutes later Dean came crawling back through the window. I don't know how no one had caught us yet, it was the middle of the day! Sam brought the mirror from the bathroom into the bedroom and laid it on the bed mirror side down. Dean tossed Sam the black light and I helped him peel the paper off the back of it. I don't know what I was expecting to see but a handprint was not what I was expecting at all. When he moved the light down a bit farther the name 'Gary Bryman' appeared.

"'Gary Bryman'?" Charlie and I questioned at the same time. We both looked up to my brothers who were watching Charlie.

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

"No," she replied shaking her head, Sam shot Dean a look who shot it right back. Where was the look they always gave me? Way to go and make me feel left out guys!

Dean and Charlie were sitting on a bench and I was sitting under a tree, leaning against the trunk with one of my many books. I wasn't listening to what they were talking about but when Sam walked up and sat on the bench my ears perked like a dogs at the sound of his voice.

"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 said looking over to me.

"What?" I questioned.

"Jill drove that car." This time I did get the look from both of my brothers but not until they gave it to each other first.

"We need to get back to you friend Donna's house," Dean spoke up.

Sam, Dean and I were all huddled in the hall bathroom in Donna's house. Sam and Dean pulled the mirror off the wall and then we started stripping the brown paper off the back.

"Linda Shoemaker," Sam read running the black light over the back.

We were now standing in front of Donna as Sam asked her a couple of questions.

"Why are you asking me this?" she asked slightly annoyed.

"Look, we're sorry, but it's important," Sam pleaded, if anyone could get information out of someone it was him.

"Yeah. Linda's my mom okay? She overdosed on sleeping pills, it was an accident, and that's it. I think you should leave," she said and I could tell by the look on her face that she was about to flee the room.

"Donna, just list-" Dean started but she cut him off.

"Just get out of my house!" she yelled at us before leaving to room and slamming the door behind her.

"Oh my God. Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?" Charlie asked, a bit freaked out.

"Maybe," Sam replied.

"I think I should stick around," she suggested looking a little mad that my brothers had run Donna off and I knew it took just about everything in her to not run after her.

"Alright. What ever you do, don't-" I started.

"Believe me, I won't say it," she informed us before we all left.

We were all sitting in the motel room, I had some sort of name logbook from the past hundred years sitting in my lap and I was struggling to concentrate. I desperately wanted a nap…or coffee. Dean was at the computer doing a search and Sam was looking at the bulletin board tacked onto the wall. It seemed like we were getting nowhere.

"Wait, wait, wait, you're doing a nationwide search?" Sam asked pulling his attention from the bulletin board and looking over at Dean.

"Yep. The NCIC, the FBI database—at this point any Mary who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me," Dean said and I could tell he was getting frustrated with this Mary chick too.

"But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town," Sam reasoned.

"Not necessarily," I retorted. I was lying upside down with my head hanging off the edge of the bed but I was holding the book in front of my face so I could still read.

"I'm telling you there's nothing local, I've checked. So unless you got a better idea…" Dean said. They were totally ignoring the fact that I was even in the room. Then it made me think... was I even talking out loud or did I just think it? Believe it or not this actually happens a lot where I think of something and I think I say it out loud but in reality I was just thinking it. I got it from our dad, he did it too occasionally.

"The way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern," Sam informed. I had already figured that out, I was just waiting to see how long they would take them. You see, Mary was killing people who were involved with someone's death. See, I know what I'm doing.

"I know, I was thinking the same thing," Dean nodded. Yeah dumbass, there is a pattern and who already figured it out? ME! That's who!

"With Mr. Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run," I chimed in and it seemed as if Sam and Dean actually heard me.

"Both had secrets where people died," Dean commented. DING DING DING! WE HAVE A WINNER! Now who's the smart one!? Huh!? STILL ME!

"Right, I mean there's a lot of folklore about mirrors that they reveal all your lies, all your secrets, that they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why it's bad luck to break them," Sam said. I was starting to get a headache from being upside down, I could feel that a bunch of blood had run to my face. I was probably red as a beet. I didn't care, being upside down made me feel like a five year old, like when Sam would take me to the park and I would hang upside down on the monkey bars. Good times.

"Right, right. So maybe if you've got a secret, I mean like a really nasty one where someone died, then Mary sees it, and punishes you for it," Dean concluded. Obviously, I was no longer needed. They could figure the rest out by themselves. I on the other hand, hadn't gotten any coffee or a nap. I was going to settle for a nap. I crawled under the covers but didn't go to sleep so that I could listen to the rest of their conversation.

"Whether you're the one that summoned her or not," Sam agreed.

"Take a look at this," Dean said showing him what I can only assume was a picture on the laptop.

"Looks like the same handprint," Sam said. My curiosity got the better of me so I rolled out of bed and trudged over to the laptop to look at the computer. There was a picture of a woman lying by a mirror in a puddle of what I could only assume was her own blood. He showed us another picture, the one they were talking about with the handprint. It also said the letters 'T-R-E' on them. It either was a name or initials.

"Her name was Mary Worthington—an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana." I knew what this meant. This meant if I wanted to sleep I would be doing it in the backseat of the Impala.

Fort Wayne, Indiana

"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." The detective tells us. I was sitting on his couch. It was old and smelt weird. Sam and Dean were walking around the room as they spoke.

"What exactly happened?" I asked looking up from my place on the couch.

"You all said you were reporters?" he asked. I knew from the start that he didn't believe us nor did it seem like he liked us. Oh well we weren't here to make friends.

"We know Mary was 19, 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," Sam rattled off all the facts we could dig up on her.

"That's right," was his only reply. It was soft and quiet and I could tell he was remembering back to when it happened.

"See sir, when we asked you what happened, we wanted to know what you think happened," Dean said. Honestly, I was still surprised that we hadn't been kicked out of his home yet.

A few minutes later we were gathered around a table. The detective was pulling files out of a filing cabinet.

"Technically I'm not supposed to have a copy of this. Now see that there? T-R-E?" he said. He had opened the file up and there was the same picture with the letters T-R-E on it.

"Yeah," all three of us said in union. I really got to get out more. I am becoming too much like my brothers and it's annoying.

"I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer," he informed us. It was starting to all fit together now.

"You know who it was?" Sam questioned hoping the older man could fill in one of the last puzzle pieces.

"Not for sure. But there was a local man, a surgeon-Trevor Sampson. And I think her cut her up good," he said handing us a picture of the man.

"Now why would he do something like that?" Sam asked. The man in the picture looked creepy. He had on these glasses so you couldn't see his eyes.

"Her diary mentioned a man that she was seeing. She called him by his initial, "T". Well, her last entry, she was gonna tell "T"'s wife about their affair," he recalled. He put both of his hands on the table so that he could lean forward. Dean mimicked his motion, also leaning forward.

"Yeah, but how do you know it was Sampson who killed her?" Dean asked standing back up straight to look at the detective.

"It's hard to say, but the way her eyes were cut out...it was almost professional," he answered almost as if he didn't believe it himself.

"But you could never prove it?" Dean said in a cocky tone. I wanted to kick him.

"No. No prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous," he said looking from one of us to the other with big eyes.

"Is he still alive?" I asked. It was the first question I had asked in awhile and I think it even surprised me.

"Nope," he shook his head while sitting down with a heavy sigh, "If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guy's secret. But she never could."

"Well, where's she buried?" I asked. I was on a roll! Okay. Not really but I was tired of just standing there.

"She wasn't. She was cremated." Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me!

"What about that mirror?" Dean asked nodding to the picture. "It's not in some evidence lockup somewhere is it?" I could tell my brothers were both frustrated with the fact that we couldn't just salt and burn her bones then leave. I know I was.

"Ah, no," the detective replied getting to his feet. "It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago." I just hope this means we won't be going on a wild goose chase trying to find this fucking mirror.

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

"Oh really? Ah that's too bad Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror. Okay, well maybe next time. All right, thanks," Sam said hanging up the phone.

"Tell us," I said as I was sprawled out on the backseat of the Impala as we drove to wherever the hell we were going.

"So that was Mary's brother," Sam stated. No shit, Sherlock. "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." It was all coming together now. Wherever the mirror goes Mary goes. See watch I bet Sam or Dean will even say that.

"So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" I TOLD YOU! Now Dean can get out of my head.

"Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow," Sam said. Um, maybe because it had her blood on it? Maybe because it was hers. Haven't you ever heard of a possessed object before? I know I have. Dad taught me when I was in the sixth grade. And then there's the old saying of how mirrors can capture spirits. That's how come people used to cover up the mirrors when someone would die.

"Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" Dean recalled. Maybe I should just stop thinking that way me and my brothers stop thinking and saying the same thing. It gets annoying.

"Yeah, there is. When people would die they would cover up the mirrors so the spirit of the dead person wouldn't get trapped and so they could move on to the next life," I told them earning impressed looks from both brothers. See what happens when you spend an afternoon with my father when you're not fighting?

"So Mary dies in front of a mirror, and it draws in her spirit." Yes Dean, that is how it supposedly works.

"Yeah, but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?" I'm sorry, Sam, do you see a haunted mirror expert in the car? I know I don't.

"I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it," I stated finally sitting up. Now that we had pretty much figured it out I wasn't tired. I had a bunch of adrenaline running through me at the thought of actually getting some action in.

"Yeah, I don't know, maybe," Sam said but stopped talking when he was interrupted by his phone ringing. "Hello…Charlie?" he questioned with a look of concern.

We were all back at our motel and we had Charlie with us. She was sitting on one of the beds, curled up into a tight ball with her hands over her eyes. I was sitting with her trying to calm her down while Sam and Dean covered up everything and anything with a reflection.

"Hey, hey it's okay," Sam soothed sitting down on the other side of Charlie, "Hey, you can open up your eyes Charlie. It's okay, all right?" he said as Dean pulled the clock off the wall and laid it face down on the bed. She slowly lifted her head to look around the room. Finally she settled her eyes one Sam. "Now listen. You're gonna stay right here on this bed, and you're not gonna look at glass, or anything else that has a reflection, okay? And as long as you do that, she cannot get you," he reassured her.

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

"No. No. Not anytime soon," Sam told her, still keeping his voice low. Dean walked over and sat on the bed in front of me. Hasn't anyone ever heard of personal space?

"All right Charlie. We need to know what happened," he said.

"We were in the bathroom. Donna said it," Charlie told us. I looked at my brothers and knew that that wasn't what they were talking about.

"That's not what we're talking about. Something happened, didn't it? In your life…a secret…where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it?" I asked, moving myself into her line of vision. I think my brothers were both slightly surprised about how nice I was being but I liked this Charlie chick.

"I had this boyfriend. I loved him. But he kind of scared me too, you know? And one night, at his house, we got in this fight. Then I broke up with him, and he got upset, and he said 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 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." She put her head down in her knees and started crying again as I rubbed soothing circles on her back.

"You know her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault," Dean said. It was late and raining and we were driving to God knows where. They never tell me anything. We left Charlie at our motel room, so that there wasn't any chance of Mary getting her.

"You know as well as I do spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, Dean. Charlie had a secret, someone died, that's good enough for Mary," I told him. I felt bad for the girl. All she wanted was to get out of a shitty relationship but it backfired and now a spirit was out to kill her because her friend couldn't keep her mouth shut.

"I guess," was Deans only reply. I could tell both my brothers were thinking about something.

"You know, I've been thinking. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror," Sam informed us. To tell you the truth, I had been thinking the same thing.

"Why, what do you mean?" Dean asked lost at where Sam was taking this.

"Well, Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean she moves around from mirror to mirror so who's to say that she's not just gonna keep hiding in them forever? So maybe we should try to pin her down, you know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it," I explained stealing Sam's thunder. Paybacks a bitch ain't it Sam? All those times you stole my thunder? PAYBACK BITCH!

"Well how do you know that's going to work?" He questioned.

"Because I'm me. And Sam was just thinking the same exact thing, weren't you?" I said to them. Sam gave a small nod. "We don't know for sure. But we gotta try, right?"

"Well who's going to summon her?" Dean asked us.

"I will," Sam stated.

"You know what, that's it," Dean declared pulling the car over, "This is about Jessica, isn't it? You think that's your dirty little secret that you killed her somehow? Sam, this has got to stop, man. I mean, the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the night—it's gonna kill you. Now listen to me—It wasn't your fault. If you wanna blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. Or hell, why don't you take a swing at me? I mean I'm the one that dragged you away from her in the first place."

"I don't blame you," Sam told him honestly. He looked so sad and Dean just looked like he wanted to go back in time and leave Sam alone.

"Well, you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done," I told him.

"I could've warned her," he told us. Hold the phone. If he could have warned her that mean he knew about this.

"About what? You didn't know what was gonna happen! And besides, all of this isn't a secret, I mean I know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway," Dean argued getting frustrated.

"No you don't," Sam informed us.

"I don't what?" Dean questioned.

"You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything." Way to go and get the best of his curiosity Sammy.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"Well it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?" Sam stated.

"No. I don't like it. It's not gonna happen, forget it."

"Then I'll summon her," I told him. They both looked at me and confusion was written across both of their faces.

"WHAT!?" they both screamed at me.

"You two dimwits don't know everything about me. I have a few secrets of my own. I can summon her, no problem."

"Are you fucking crazy!?" Dean yelled at me. "I won't let Sam summon her what makes you think I'm going to let you summon her!?" Okay, so. He was PISSED.

"Dean, that girl back there is going to 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. You've got to let us do this," I told him. He looked from me to Sam before huffing out a frustrated sigh.

Sam was trying to pick the lock at the Antique shop but was having issues with it.

"Give it to me." I said pushing him out of the way and within seconds I had the door open. When I got the door open we walked through. There were mirrors EVERYWHERE! There must have been a couple hundred mirrors in the place and we were looking for ONE mirror.

"Well...that's just great," Dean muttered pulling out the picture of the mirror from his pocket. "All right let's start looking." We all went separate ways to look for the mirror.

"Maybe they've already sold it!" Dean hollered to us.

"I don't think so," Sam said. He had his flashlight trained on a mirror that I assume was Mary's mirror. Dean and I both made our way over to Sam who was still just looking at the mirror.

"That's it," Dean sighed, "You sure about this?"

Sam handed Dean his flashlight and I braced myself. I grabbed Sam's hand and he looked at me a bit surprised. I was honestly freaking out inside and I knew that he was too. He nodded to me, indicating that we were about to start.

"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary…" I looked at him, we had been saying it together and I wasn't sure if he was actually going to go through with it. He gave me another small nod. "Bloody Mary." we finished. And he held up the crow bar, with both hands meaning he let my hand go. Out of nowhere lights started shining through the shop.

"I'll go check that out," Dean told us, "You guys stay here. Smash anything that moves." It wasn't long before we heard something. Breathing, a whooshing sound. I don't know what it was but it was something. Sam must have caught a glimpse of her because the next thing I know he was smashing a mirror that was right next to me. Then before I could react he was smashing another mirror.

He turned back to face her mirror. "Come one. Come into this one." he mumbled to himself and that's when it hit me. WHERE THE HELL WAS MY CROWBAR!? I must have forgotten to take it out of the Impala. Shit.

Next thing I know, breathing was becoming a task all on its own. Then there was blood. There was blood coming from Sam's eyes and that's when I knew there was blood coming from my eyes too. I dropped to the floor and started clutching at my heart, which felt like it was going to explode…or implode. Whatever. Something was happening to my heart and I knew the same thing was happening to Sam's.

"It's all your fault," she was saying to Sam. "You killed her. You killed Jessica." I lifted my head to see her eyes flicker to me. "You killed Marly, you could have saved her but you let her die!" Sam was now starting to drop to the floor. I was just laying there, not able to move. "You never told her the truth—who you really were. But it's more than that, isn't it? Those nightmares you've been having of Jessica dying, screaming, burning—You had them for days before she died. Didn't you!? You were so desperate to ignore them, to believe they were just dreams. How could you ignore them like that? How could you leave her alone to die!? You dreamt it would happen! And you," she said looking back to me. "She was just a little kid and you used her as bait! I didn't matter if she was already hurt! You got her killed! YOU!"

I'm sure she would have gone on but right then Dean's crowbar smashed through the mirror shattering it into a million pieces. Dean bent down in front of Sam.

"Sam, Sammy!" he called.

"It's Sam," was his reply. If I still wasn't in so much pain I would have laughed. Sam motioned over to me. I was still laying sill, not enough energy to move yet. Dean made his way over to me.

"God, are you guys okay?" he asked wiping away the blood with his thumbs.

"Yeah, ya know. I love having blood drip from my eyes while it feels like my heart is being sucked dry and my lungs collapsing. It's just so much fun," was my mumbled reply. Sam was slowly getting back to his feet but I didn't move. I was just feeling like such a dead weight.

Dean leaned down and picked me up, throwing my arm around his neck so he could help me walk. Then, out of nowhere, Mary came out of the frame of her mirror. She was crawling over the broken glass. She started walking towards us and we all fell to the ground and the same pain from just moments ago re-entered our bodies. Dean reached over putting a mirror in front of her.

"You killed them! All those people! You killed them!" her reflection yelled at her. She starts to choke to death before melting into a pile of her own blood. Dean let go of the mirror and it shattered.

"Guys," I spoke up from my place on the floor, "this has got to be what, six-hundred years bad luck?" They both choked out a chuckle.

"So this is really over?" Charlie asked. We were sitting in the backseat of the Impala and the boys were inn the front. Now that it was all over we were driving her back to her house.

"Yeah, it's over." Dean said, stopping the car.

"Thank you." she said shaking the boys' hands before giving me a hug then getting out.

"Charlie?" Sam called after her. "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." Did anyone else just feel the Hallmark moment? Yeah, I thought so. But it was sweet what he was saying, and true. Charlie gave a weak smile before heading off into her house. Dean lightly hit Sam on the arm.

"That's good advice," he said. "Hey Sam?"

"Yeah?" he said, turning to look at him.

"Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret is," Dean demanded. I would never ask someone to do that. It's for him to know, not all of us.

"Look…you're my brother and I'd die for you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself." Dean looked disappointed but quickly composed himself before looking back at me.

"What about you? You gonna tell me?" he asked with hopeful eyes.

"Uh, hunt gone wrong," was all I said before he turned around and started the engine.

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