Puck drummed his fingers against his jeans, Dean humming along to Zepplin in the Impala. The duffle they had brought along to Jill's house lay between the two men, as well as a thick silence. Letting out a sigh Puck thought back to what they had found behind Jill's mirror, pushing to the side the rust red stain that had decorated the plush carpet below it. Charlie had stood at the door, her hands rubbing her arms in a pattern as she let two strange men look over her friend's room.

'Still thinking about Gary Bryman huh?' Dean commented and Puck let out a grunt of acknowledgment, recalling the name the black light had picked out. 'Pretty sure by the time we head back Rachel and Sam would have found something.'

'Yeah,' Puck replied shortly.

'Okay what crawled up your ass and died Puckerman? You've been like this the entire time we were at Jill's house. Charlie even asked if it was your time of the month.'

'No problem man.'

'Right,' Dean said skeptically. 'Is this about Rachel?'

Puck felt his jaw clench.

'My brother isn't going to do anything to her. Sam's like a giant puppy and trust me, he isn't looking to get laid anytime-'

'What did you say to her in the library?' Puck cut him off. The question had been eating away at him since Rachel and Dean had walked through the door of the hotel room. Rachel had been casting her eyes towards Dean, sometimes running her gaze up and down his body. Puck didn't like it.

'Nothing.'

'Cut the shit Winchester. She's been looking at you.'

'Kind of hard for her not to.'

'Seriously man what the fuck did you say?'

'Nothing,' Dean repeated, staring straight ahead as he pulled into an empty spot outside the Winchesters motel room. 'We talked about research tips.'

Puck narrowed his eyes as the other man swung out of the car, grabbing the duffle with him.

'And no, that isn't code for kinky sex,' Dean finished dryly, hefting the bag over his shoulder and walking towards the door before Puck could get a word in.

'No Charlie that was very helpful. I'm sorry that I upset Donna. Yes, perhaps it is best if you stayed with her tonight,' Rachel spoke into her Blackberry, her eyes shooting up to meet Puck's as he closed the door behind him. Sam was perched on the bed, eyes bloodshot with his fingers pressed into his eyes.

'What's up?' Dean asked, directing the question towards both Rachel and Sam. Rachel worried her bottom lip, shot a quick glance at Sam who raised both eyebrows at her. As if coming to a decision Rachel got to her feet, smoothing out her skirt as she did so.

'It seems Gary Bryman was the eight year old boy Jill ran over with her car. As it turns out, there was a similar handprint on Donna's bathroom window. Charlie used the light you loaned her and discovered the name Linda Shoemaker.'

'Donna's mother?' Puck scratched his temple.

'Yes Noah. As it turns out Linda appears to have overdosed on sleeping pills, which Donna claims was entirely an accident.' The tone of her voice let Puck know that Rachel wasn't buying that tale either.

'Looks like we got out pattern then,' Puck remarked, running a hand down his face. 'She's going after people with a secret. A secret where someone fucking dies.'

'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 reflected. 'Maybe that's how Mary's choosing her victims, getting to them even if they didn't say the name like Mr Shoemaker.'

'How she punishes them even if they don't summon her you mean,' Dean said. 'Well that's just wonderful.'

'I did find something,' Rachel offered. Dean slapped his hands together as Rachel twirled the laptop around towards them, coming to stand by the petite woman's side.

'There was an unsolved murder in Forth Wayne, Indiana. A woman named Mary Worth. The detective on the case was confident that she was attempting to spell out the name of her killer, a local surgeon named Trevor Sampson,' Rachel narrated, maximizing a tab on the bottom of the screen. Puck tugged Rachel gently towards him, pretending to get a better view. A woman lay sprawled out in front of a mirror, a puddle of blood pooled underneath. A handprint was smeared on the glass surface, along with the letters TRE.

'Dude her eyes are fucking cut out,' Puck pressed his finger to Mary's face. Dean whistled as Sam peered closely at the image.

'I can't really tell but does it look like her eyes were professional removed?' Sam murmured under his breath.

'The cops ever get the good doctor?' Dean asked Rachel, who shook her head. Puck saw the way she couldn't seem to hold Dean's gaze and straightened, making sure her elbow brushed against him when she spoke.

'No they didn't have enough evidence. The detective in charge claims Trevor, who is now deceased, was careful enough not to leave his fingerprints or anything else tangible behind. And…' Rachel seemed to hesitate. 'It seems Mary was cremated.'

'Of course she would be,' Puck grumbled.

'What about the mirror?' Dean questioned.

'It was passed down to her family. Would it be possible to vanquish her without remains? Because I was told during my lessons that those were crucial to the process,' Rachel wondered.

'Anything's possible sweetheart,' Dean flashed her a lop-sided grin.

'Well we can carry this investigation further tomorrow. It's getting quite late and I believe that Sam needs his rest,' Rachel abruptly said.

'Rachel-'

'Sam,' Puck heard Rachel emphasize meaningfully.

'You didn't sleep? At all?' Dean turned to his brother, voice concerned.

'Come on Noah,' Rachel whispered, pulling his arm as she bid the Winchesters good night. Once they were outside she let out a relieved breath.

'Okay seriously did he do something to you? Do I need to kick his ass?' Puck demanded, shoving his hands in his pockets when they were outside the door to their motel room.

'What?'

'Dean,' Puck hissed out. 'You've been acting all jumpy and shit since the library. Did he try to fuck you between the stacks?'

'What!' Rachel gasped out, outraged. 'No – that is – how dare you! Dean was a perfect gentleman!' The door opened harshly as she twisted the key in the lock forcefully.

'Then what the hell is-'

'I am now privy to information that I'm not certain how to handle Puck,' Rachel spit out, stalking towards her suitcase and grabbing something out of it. He stood at the door and watched as she headed towards the bathroom, pivoted on her heel sharply to look at him before she slammed the door shut.

'Even if I did sleep with Dean, or intend to in the future, I don't see how it is any business of yours.'

Puck felt his fingers dig into the palm of his hands before shedding his clothes. Down to his boxers he flicked the lights off and climbed under the sheets, turning away from the bathroom as he closed his eyes.

When Rachel emerged, her footsteps light against the floor as if she was afraid to wake him, Puck burrowed into his pillow further.

Or intend to in the future.

Nothing his fucking ass.

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