Chapter 10! Thank you to everyone who has read Nititur Blandissimam Sanguinum Amore. I own nothing but Rose and her part in the story! But man some times I wish I do! lol. ~ The Bloody Hellhound.
"Sam, wake up." I shake Sam hard. He wakes, confused. He sits up and looks around. He's sitting shotgun in the Impala, which is parked in front of a large building. He looked back at me.
"I take it I was having a nightmare." I nodded confirming.
"Yeah, another one." Sam rubbed his face.
"Hey, at least I got some sleep." I hate to agree but I'm happy that he did get some sleep. Dean looked at Sam.
"You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this." Sam didn't reply. I just rolled my eyes at him. Why can't they ever just talk? I know that I don't talk but I don't show it or at less try not to show it.
"Are we here?" Sam asked looking around.
"Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio." Dean said in a bored voice tone, also looking around. Sam picked up the newspaper with Steven Shoemaker's obituary circled.
"So what do you think really happened to this guy?" Sam asked, after he looked over the obituary again.
"That's what we're gonna find out." Dean said as he opened his door. "Let's go." Sam and I got out of the after him and we all head up to the building.
We went in the room 144, marked Morgue. There are two desks. The empty one has a nameplate that says Dr. D. Feiklowicz. The other one has the morgue technician.
"Hey." The Tech said looking up at us.
"Hey." Dean said walking closer to him.
"Can I help you?" He looked us over and I saw that he lingered when he was looking at me.
"Yeah. We're the, uh...med students." Dean said. I wanted to smack the fuck is that the best he could come up with?!
"Sorry?" The Tec asked confused. I understood why.
"Oh, Doctor—" Dean stumbles over the name. "—Figlavitch didn't tell you?" Silences. "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." Your only making it worst. I saw that he wasn't even looking at me so I unbutton two my shirt buttons and made my boobs pop a bit. I get the feeling I'm going to need them.
"Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch." The tec said then looked back down at his paper and Dean being Dean, just wouldn't give up.
"Oh well he said, uh—" The tec looked at him again. "—oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?" The tec sucked in air threw his teeth. You could hear that he was being an ass.
"Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want." The guy was being a little sassy now. I laid my hand on Dean's for a faction of a second, stopping him. I put my saddest face on.
"An hour?" The Tec's face softened once he looked at me. I looked up at Dean in with fear. Playing the sexy by very nerdy girl. A party girl but the book worm at the same time. "But we gotta be heading back to Columbus by then." Dean looks at Sam.
"This paper's like half our grade, please help us out—" Sam tired to get him to crumble under us but it didn't work.
"Uh, look, I'm sorry…no." I looked down, putting on my puppy dog face, and then looked back at him.
"Couldn't you do this small favor…?" He looked up at me and smiled. Dean laughs a little; he turns around and mumbles to Sam.
"I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear."
"Follow me." The Morgue tech waved me towards where they keep the bodies. He gets up and leaves.
Dean's POV (Short)
I glared at the stupid Tec's back as he flirted with Rose.
"Dude, I did not like Rose flirting our way in." I don't ever want her to do that. Ever. I know it's not smart but I have really started to like Rose. More then any other female actually. I mean more then Cassie even.
"I know I didn't either." Sam was also glaring at the tec.
"Yeah." Sam follows after them.
Rose's POV
"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." I said as he pulled out the body and pulls back the sheet over Steven's face.
"More than that. They practically liquefied." Steven's eyes were complete gone, like they actually liquefied. Damn.
"Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?" Dean asked.
"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone." Damn what the fuck did this?
"What's the official cause of death?" I asked, still looking over the body to see if there was anything else.
"Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure." I raised my eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen." My eyes widen.
"The eyes and mash; what would cause something like that?" I guess the boys are just letting me asked the questions. You could tell that he didn't like answering the boys.
"Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims."
"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked, trying to not to laugh at the exploding eyeballs. I could understand; I was too.
"That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor." The tec said back just as jokingly.
"Hey, think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh...our paper." I asked him sweetly.
"I'm not really supposed to show you that." He said as he covered the body. I lifted his chin to make him look at me and I batted my eyelashes.
"Please…" He smiled and nodded. I looked at Sam and Dean. "And that, boys, is how you do it." The tec handed me the police report and another piece of paper. It was his number and telling me to call him. I smiled at him and grabbed Sam's hand, intertwining our fingers as we walk.
We were walking down the stairs. Once we were out of sight of the tec, I let go of Sam's hand.
"What was that all about?" I handed him the paper with the number. He read and then balled it up, putting it in his pocket. "Might not be one of ours." Sam said as he looked at Dean. "Might just be some freak medical thing."
How many times in Dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?" Dean asked Sam. He has a point there.
"Uh, almost never." Dean looked at him.
"Exactly." He always looks so proud when he is right and something. It's so cute. I have come to terms that I am falling for both of the boys but I refused to do or say anything. I will not choose between them.
"All right, let's go talk to the daughter." Sam said as he laid his arm on my head.
"Sam!" I pushed his arm off my head.
We walked into Steven Shoemaker's funeral. There is a picture of him on the desk. The attendees are all men in black suits and women in black dresses, except us. Dean in a black tee shirt, dark blue button up that isn't buttoned, and his leather jacket. Sam was in a grey shirt, a brown zipped up hoodie, and a light brown jacket. I was in my In This Moment band tee-shirt, with a blue and black flannel, and my black jacket. Not only all that but all three of us were wearing ripped jeans.
"Feel like we're under dressed." Dean said looking around. I giggled behind my hand but stayed behind Sam. There were so many people; my social anxiety was acting up. So many people.
"I hate people." I grumbled from behind Sam as we followed Dean towards the back of the house. Dean stopped and looked back at us. He had no idea where to go. I rolled my eyes and tapped the closest person to us. "Excuse me, sir. I was hoping you should show us were Donna Shoemaker is?" He smiled at me and points at two young girls. One looks like she in high school. The other one looks around middle school age. There were two other girls, who also looked like they were in high school. We walked up to them.
"You must be Donna, right?" I asked, not really knowing who was who but I took a lucky guess. The girl had a bob like hair up that was dark brown and it curled out on the bottom. She wasn't overly skinny like her two friends but still beautiful.
"Yeah." She said, and her voice broke a little. I felt really had for her. No one should ever find a dead body of someone they love. Especially their father or mother.
"Hi, uh—we're really sorry." Sam said sending his regards. We meant be here on business but that doesn't mean we don't have hearts or feelings.
"Thank you." She said. I knew saying sorry wouldn't fix anything. All I could think of was (Anna)'s Awake and Funeral. Worst week of my life just next to the week after I miscarried and the week after that.
"I'm Sam, this is Dean. We worked with your dad." Sam said, hoping to get a little out of her. I don't think we should be saying that we work with him until we know what he did. Donna looks at Charlie, then back at us. Yeah Sam made a mistake saying that they worked with him.
"You did?" She asked then pointed to me. "Who's she?" Dean quickly wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"My girlfriend." I didn't let it show but I was shocked. Why am I bring dragged into this as a girlfriend. Not that I would mind being his girlfriend, if only he wasn't a player and I wasn't falling for his younger brother at the same time. "Yeah. This whole thing. I mean a stroke." Dean said continuing.
"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now" Her friend said, in a pissy voice. I understand she doesn't want to talk about it but this will someone else life.
"It's okay." Donna said to her friend. "I'm okay." That is good. That means that she is willing to answer our questions. It makes it so much easier.
"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" Dean asked. He slipped his arm from my shoulders to my waist.
"No." Donna said, sadly. She most likely thinking that she wishes there was so she could have had a chance. The girl who looked like she was in middle school turned around. I'm guessing that's the youngest daughter, Lily Shoemaker.
"That's because it wasn't a stroke." Sam, Dean, and I all zoned in on Lily. She knew something that no one else did.
"Lily, don't say that." Donna told her sister.
"What?" Sam asked looked back at Donna.
"I'm sorry, she's just upset." Donna looked back up at us, trying to play her sister off.
"No, it happened because of me." Lily's eyes filled with tears. How can this little girl blame herself for her father's death?
"Sweetie, it didn't." Donna said rubbing her back.
"Lily." I get down on eye level with her. I tired to make myself be as nice as I could. Almost sweetly nice. "Why would you say something like that?" Lily looked at me, tears almost falling. I pulled out my kitty hanker chef and handed it to her. She wiped her eyes and started playing with the kitten.
"Right before he died, I said it." She tried to handed the hanker chef back; but I pushed it back with it quick quite keep it. Lily got a small smile as she looked at the kitten again.
"You said what?" Her face dropped again when Sam asked his question.
"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror." There was a pause. "She took his eyes; that's what she does." Lily finished as she wiped her eyes again.
"That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault." Donna told her sister. I guess this isn't the first time she's brought it up. I looked at Lily, lightly smiling.
"I think your sister's right, Lily." Lily looked at me. "There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?" I asked. I had a feeling it was a no but you can't be to sure in our job.
"No, I don't think so." I smiled at her and patted her head lightly.
"I hope you like the hanker chef. I put the kitten on it." She ran a finger over it. Donna looked up at me after her sister when to show her friend her new hanker chef.
"Thank you." I looked at Donna. "I glad something made her smile today. After dad died and she came up with the blood Mary story she hasn't smiled. It helps that she loves cats." I just smiled at Donna.
"It's nothing really. Just here to help." I handed her a hanker chef as well, when the tears started to fall down her face. This time it was a Tiger.
"This is my favorite animal." I heard her as we walked away. We head upstairs, to see where it all happened.
Sam pushes the bathroom door open. There is still some dried blood on the floor.
"The Bloody Mary legend...Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?" Sam asked Dean looking around the bathroom.
"Not that I know of." Dean walks into the bathroom and turned on the light. Sam stoops to the floor and touches the dried blood.
"I mean, everywhere else all over the country, kids will play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it." I said as I walked in and check out the mirror.
"Yeah, well, maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening." Dean said looking at the window and behind the toilet.
"The place where the legend began?" Sam asked still looking at the ground. I shrugged my shoulders and open the medicine cabinet.
"But according to the legend, the person who says B—" I look at the medicine cabinet mirror, which now faces me, and closes it. "The person who says you know what gets it. But here—" Dean finished the rest for me.
"Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah." I nodded confirming that, that's what I was going to say. "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." Sam sighed as he stood up.
"It's worth checking in to." We all walked out of the bathroom and was corner by Donna's friend, Charlie, I think. I heard her name but I couldn't remember for sure.
"What are you doing up here?" She asked as she crossed her arms.
"We—we, had to go to the bathroom." I face palmed. Really Dean…all three of us?
"Who are you?" She asked us again.
"Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad." Dean tried to get us out of here. It wasn't going to work; you would be surprised on how much teenage girls can get from a few words.
"He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself." See this is why I always check to see what they did for a job before I say anything. Well unless I'm acting like FBI or something.
"No, I know, I meant—" Charlie cut off Dean.
"And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that? So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming." Great just what we need. If she starts to scream, I'm knocking her ass out.
"All right, all right. We think something happened to Donna's dad." Sam said coming clean. Well almost.
"Yeah, a stroke." She said back. You could tell she really didn't believe it but didn't want to say anything.
"That's not a sign of a typical stroke. We think it might be something else." Charlie body relaxed a bit.
"Like what?" Sam looked at Dean and I.
"Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth." Sam told her.
"So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead." Dean said crossing his arms. It's not like we won't get out of it some how.
"Who are you, cops?" Sam looks over his shoulder at Dean and I.
"Something like that." Dean told her.
"I'll tell you what. Here." Sam reaches into his pocket, pulls out a paper and pen, and starts writing down his cell number. "If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange; out of the ordinary...just give us a call." Sam hands her the paper as we walked down the hallway.
We walked into the town library; it was rather dark for the time of day. "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 he looked around, trying to find the computers.
"Yeah but a legend this widespread it's hard. I mean, there's like 50 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 told him, breaking his bubble, thinking that this was going to really easy.
"All right so what are we supposed to be looking for?" Dean asked me.
"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." It was the only way we could do it really.
"Well that sounds annoying." I laughed at him being some what childish.
"No it won't be so bad, as long as we…" We all looked at the computers which all say "Out of Order" on them. Sam chuckles. "I take it back. This will be very annoying." we decided that maybe it was a better to do this from the hotel. We checked out as much as we could and headed back to the hotel.
Dean and I were basically up all night researching. I was; Dean had falling asleep for a bit but then woke up. I acted like I was asleep for like three hours before I couldn't do it anymore. I was actually trying to fall asleep but after the Shoemaker's funeral just couldn't sleep. All I could see was (Anna)'s dead body in her coffin. It was hunting me.
Sam had falling asleep long before Dean and I. I was happy that he was sleeping. Sam suddenly starts to gasp. Dean looks up at Sam from his book. Sam took a breath. "Why'd you let me fall asleep?"
"Cause I'm an awesome brother. So what did you dream about?" Dean asked looking back down at his book. Both Dean and I were tired.
"Lollipops and candy canes." Sam said as he sat up a bit.
"Yeah, sure." I said after chugging half of a monster Java.
"Did you find anything?" Sam asked us.
"Oh besides a whole new level of frustration?" Sam sits up fully. "No. We've looked at everything. 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." I told him as I finished my drink and cracking open a new one. Sam falls back on the bed.
"Maybe we just haven't found it yet." Sam said in a sigh.
"I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area, you know...eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing. Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary." Dean said as he watches me down almost half of this one in one sitting. "You need to slow down that's your third one in an hour." I looked up at Dean. I didn't say anything but I knew he wouldn't understand me. I would be talking so fast. My leg is already bouncing up and down. Sam's cell phone rings. He answers it.
"Hello?" Dean and I can't hear who is calling, but a look of concern comes across Sam's face. "We're on our way." Sam slammed his phone closed. "That's was Charlie. There's being another murder." Damn it. We all bolted out of the hotel room. I grabbed my last two monsters.
Charlie was sitting on the park bench, Dean was sitting on the back of it, Sam is just standing there, and I was little bouncing up and down. The four and half monster was kicking in bad. I'm going to be having a bad sugar crash later.
Charlie was crying, I guess it was one of her friends. My ADHD mind was going 1,000 miles per minute. Right now I was watching a squirrel but at the same time listening to Charlie. I was starting to see sound waves.
"And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her—her eyes. They were gone." I looked down at Charlie.
"I'm sorry." I said to her, but she looked up at in my confusing. I realized that she didn't understand me. I guess I said it too fast. "I'm sorry." I slowed my speech. Dean took my Java from my hands and finished it.
"You are never getting those again." I crossed my arms and started to pout at him.
"And she said it." Dean looks up at Sam. "I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that." She looked at the three of us. "I'm insane, right?" I know how she wanted to just be insane, hell I wish that was the case but it isn't.
"No, you're not insane." Dean told her. Charlie put her face in her hands and started to cry again.
"Oh God, that makes me feel so much worse." I handed her a horse hanker chef. "That's my favorite animal…" She looked at me. "How did you know?" I just shrugged my shoulders. I didn't know. When it comes to animals and colors I just know.
"Look." Charlie looked up at Sam. "We think something's happening here. Something that can't be explained." I think its more then think. I think we know something happening here.
"And we're gonna stop it but we could use your help." Dean told her. Charlie looked at all three of us before agreeing to help us.