Lily felt herself being jostled awake and found herself lying down in the back of the Impala. Dean was hovering above her, shaking her gently.
"Lil, wake up." He whispered.
"Hm, I'm up." She mumbled, forcing her eyes open.
"Me and Sam gotta talk to Charlie. We'll be right back." Dean continued, pulling himself out of the car and following Sam to a park bench where Charlie sat.
Lily groaned and sat up, waiting until the world stopped spinning around her. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and stared out the window. She saw Charlie crying while Dean and Sam watched her silently. She furrowed her eyebrows and wondered what had happened. She didn't have to wait long before Dean and Sam came back to the car.
"What happened?" Lily questioned, leaning forward as Dean started the Impala.
"You remember Jill, from the funeral? Smokin' blonde with a nice-" Dean cut off, suddenly remembering Lily and Sam were both there. He coughed uncomfortably and drove the car down the road. "Well, she was just killed." He continued.
"What?" Lily gasped. "Were her eyes...you know..."
"Yeah." Sam said somberly. "So we're gonna head to Jill's and scope the place."
"And you'll be staying in the car." Dean added, looking at Lily through the rearview mirror.
"What? Why?" She asked incredulously.
"Because I said so." Dean said simply.
Lily huffed a breath and crossed her arms over her chest, as the Impala pulled into Jill's driveway.
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Lily watched from the car window as Dean and Sam snuck into Jill's house through her window. She was mad. How was she supposed to learn how to hunt if Dean never let her take part in one?
It wasn't fair. She hated sitting around by herself, because her mind wandered. She thought about her mom and her brother a lot. And every time that thought came to her mind, she felt herself getting choked up. So Lily shoved down the tears and tried to keep herself occupied.
Lily spotted a brown leather journal sitting up front and quickly reached forward and grabbed it. She had seen Dean and Sam looking through it before, and wondered what was in it. She flipped through the journal, and felt her mouth gape open. Hundreds of monsters, demons, and spirits filled the pages. Lily couldn't believe there were this many types of evil.
Suddenly, the door opened and she jumped as the brothers pulled themselves in.
"Alright, so at least we got a lead now. Jill-" Dean cut off as he glanced at Lily, seeing his Dad's journal in her hands. "What are you doing?" He questioned.
"Uhm...nothing." She said innocently, slowly closing it.
Dean grabbed the journal and tossed it up front before facing her. "Lily, I'm only going to say this once. Never touch this journal again, got it?" He said seriously.
"Why?" She demanded. "I already saw a bunch of stuff inside."
"I don't care. I don't want you reading this journal, and that's final." He said with finality, controlling his exasperation.
Lily glared at Dean before turning her head to face the window. Dean and Sam shared a look before they began driving.
After stopping at the Shoemakers, with Lily being left in the car again, they headed to Fort Wayne, Indiana to question some detective about a murder of a lady named Mary. Dean made Lily stay in the car once again.
She could feel her anger bubbling as time moved on. She was never going to learn if she didn't get a chance to practice.
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"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 sighed as he hung up the phone.
"So?" Dean asked.
"So that was Mary's brother. 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."
"So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?"
"Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow." Sam continued with a pondering look.
"Why don't we just smash it?" Lily piped in from the back.
"I guess it's worth a shot." Dean said with a shrug. Sam's phone suddenly rang and once he picked it up, Charlie could be heard on the other end, hysterical.
The Winchester's raced back to Toledo and found Charlie crying because of something that happened at school. After bringing the girl back to their motel room and blocking all sorts of reflections, they had found out that Charlie was going to be Mary's next victim. Dean, Sam and Lily hopped back in the car after making sure Charlie was okay and sped off to the nearest mirror store.
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The drive was tense, and after an even tenser stop where Dean and Sam argued as to how to bring Mary to them, they figured out a plan. Sam would summon Mary using a secret he had kept that had gotten his girlfriend killed, or that was how Lily interpreted it.
They came to a stop outside of the small antique store, Dean and Sam grabbing two crowbars from up front.
"Alight, come on Sam. Lily, we'll be right back." Dean said quickly, opening his door.
"No."
Dean paused and looked at Lily. "What?"
"I said no. I'm sick of you just leaving me in the car! I'm never gonna learn how to hunt if I don't practice!"
"You're 11. I'm not letting you go in there with-"
"You and Sam both hunted at my age!" Lily cut in incredulously.
"We're not discussing this." Dean said adamantly.
"Why not? It's not fair that-"
"Guys!" Sam interrupted suddenly. "You two can deal with this later. We gotta finish this now before anyone else gets hurt."
"I'm coming."
"No you're not."
"Yes I-"
"Guys!" Sam yelled in exasperation.
"Fine!" Dean yelled, running a hand over his face before turning to Lily. "You stay by our sides and you don't wander off. When I say duck, you duck. When I say run, you run. Are we clear?"
"Crystal." Lily muttered, jumping out of the car.
After breaking into the store, they scoured the place for the mirror that had belonged to Mary. Suddenly, a light shone through the window. "I'll go check that out. You two stay here, be careful. Smash anything that moves." Dean said, handing his crowbar to Lily. "Stay close to Sam." He ordered her, before making his way out of the store.
Lily fiddled with the crowbar and stayed huddled next to Sam, her pulse racing. "Sam-"
"Lily, duck!" He shouted suddenly, swinging the crowbar right above where she once stood and into the mirror behind her, shattering it to pieces. Sam quickly helped her up, brushing the pieces of glass out of her hair. "Go, Lily, now! Hide!" Sam yelled, as Mary appeared in another mirror and he swung at her once again.
Lily ran instantly and crawled behind a table, jumping as the sound of breaking glass shattered across the room. She covered her ears with her hands, before she heard the sound of metal dropping and Sam groan. A voice began to speak up that sounded like Sam, though it had a sinister tone.
"It's your fault. You killed her. You killed Jessica." The voice seethed.
Lily listened silently as the voice accused Sam of having nightmares of this girls death days before it happened. She heard Sam drop to the floor, just as another mirror shattered.
"Sam! Sammy!" Dean suddenly yelled and Lily ran from her hiding spot. She saw Dean crouched by Sam, wiping away what looked like blood from his eyes. Mary appeared behind Dean and Lily ran at the mirror smashing it with her crowbar. "Holy-" Dean yelled, jumping at the sound.
"Lily." Sam breathed.
"Are you okay?" She questioned worriedly, as Dean helped Sam up.
"Yeah-"
Pain rippled through all three of the Winchester's chests and they dropped to the floor, blood seeping out of their eyes. Mary crawled out of one of the mirrors and began to stalk towards them. Dean grabbed Lily's arm and pulled her behind him as he quickly grabbed a stray mirror. Mary halted her advance before staring at herself in the mirror, convulsing and melting into a pile of blood.
Dean threw the mirror and it shattered, his, Lily and Sam's breathing heavy. "This has gotta be like 600 years of bad luck." He muttered, earning a weak chuckle from Sam. "Lily, you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah." Lily breathed, wiping away the blood from her eyes.
"Hunting isn't so much fun, now is it?" Dean noted as he pulled himself up, grabbing Sam and helping him up before offering his hand to Lily.
"I can adjust." She retorted, accepting his offer.
The Winchesters headed back to Charlie, dropped her off back home and began their journey to a new case. Lily laid in the backseat, completely exhausted as the brothers spoke. Dean's jacket was bunched into a ball beneath her head and Sam's jacket lay draped across her. Her eyes drooped shut and her breathing evened out, the roar of the Impala lulling her to sleep.