Thank you to everyone who has read, favor, and is following my story. Chapter 11 to Rose's story. ~ The Bloody Hellhound.
We had sent Charlie into Jill house, trying to get us in her room. Charlie opens the window, where we were waiting to enter. Sam pushed me up in the window, seeing how I was trying to crawl in. damn me being so short. Sam enters after and Dean throws him a duffel bag. Sam sets it on the bed and him and I start going through it as Dean came in.
"What did you tell Jill's mom?" Sam asked Charlie. To see if we have a small time limit.
"Just that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things." Sam pulled something out of the bag; I didn't get time to see what it was. The room suddenly went darker. I turned and see that Dean had shut the curtains. "I hate lying to her." Charlie said, feeling bad for lying to Jill's mother. Sam placed a camera in my hands. I turned it on.
"Trust us, this is for the greater good. Hit the lights." Dean said. As soon as Dean told them to turn off the lights, I switched over to night vision. Charlie goes over and turn off the lights.
"What are you guys looking for?" She asked us.
"We'll let you know as soon as we find it." Dean tells her as Sam hands a ready digital camera.
"Hey, night vision." I giggled. I don't know why but it was so cute seeing Sam hand the camera to Dean to help him with it. Dean turns on the night vision for him. Sam looked at the screen. "Perfect." I aimed my camera at Dean. Dean smiled and struck a pose.
"Do I look like Paris Hilton?" Sam walks away with the camera. He opens Jill's closet door and begins filming around the mirror. I looked back at Dean, he was still posing.
"I don't know…take your shirt off." I said laughing. What made it even better was that Dean started dancing and slowly taking off his shirt. He got about half way up before he stopped. I was laughing and I knew that later I will be copying this video. I'm sorry that was too sexy to not keep.
"I don't get it." Sam said as I went in to Jill's bathroom. Lucky bitch…had her own damn bathroom. I started towards the back where the tub and shower was. She even had a separate shower and tub? What the fuck? "I mean...the first victim didn't summon Mary, and the second victim did. How's she choosing them?" Sam blurted out from where he was.
"Beats me." Dean said looking at the bed. I heard Sam closing the closet door.
"I want to know why Jill said it in the first place." Dean said looking at Charlie. I poked my head out to look at her as well.
"It's just a joke." Charlie said sadly. "I didn't know at the time and she said it." I sighed and went back to looking around the bathroom.
"Yeah well somebody's gonna say it again, it's just a matter of time." Dean told her.
I had started to film around the mirror but stopped when I see something running out from behind the mirror.
"Hey." I called out the others. Dean and Charlie turn to look at me. "There's a black light in the trunk, right?" Dean nodded his head and headed back outside. Sam came in and pulled the mirror off the wall and out to Jill's bed, laying it on the bed upside down. Dean throws me the black light. I peeled off the brown paper that is on the back of the mirror and shines the black light over the back of the mirror and we see a hand print, and the words Gary Bryman.
"Gary Bryman?" Charlie said, she said it like she knew the name but didn't know how she knew it.
"You know who that is?" Sam asked her. She looked at Sam.
"No." She said shacking her head.
"Okay, well I say we go find out who this Gary Bryman is and go from there. Sam can you put her mirror back for me." I asked as I started to put away the cameras and black lights. Dean jumped out first and I threw the bag at him. When I was about to jump, when Dean placed his hands on my hips and lifted me down. I looked up at him as soon as my feet hit the ground.
"I could have jumped." I didn't understand why he did that.
"I know, but it was easier that way." Sam jumped out next to me.
"Charlie is meeting us by the Impala." We all head back towards the Impala. We ended up waiting, 15 minutes for Charlie. I understood why, it was her dead best friend's mother. There will be words between the two and most likely crying. Dean not so much. He wanted to head out and head out now.
Charlie got in next to me and she was wiping her eyes with the hanker chef that I had giving her. I laid my hand on her shoulder. She smiled at me.
Dean and Charlie, were sitting on a bench, waiting for Sam and I. We came up behind them. "So, Gary Bryman was an 8-year-old boy." I said holding up the cope of his file. "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." Charlie gasped and looked like she was in shock.
"Oh my God." She held her hand to her mouth.
"What?" Sam asked looking at her.
"Jill drove that car." The three of us looked at each other. I think we all just figured out how she choosing who she kills.
"We need to get back to your friend Donna's house." Dean told her in a stern voice.
We were in the bathroom of Donna's house. All three of us were hunched over the back of the mirror with a black light. There is a hand print on it, and the words Linda Shoemaker.
"Linda Shoemaker." Sam whispered.
"You don't think Donna's mom?" I asked him. "I mean that means that her father killed her mother." Sam sighed and put the mirror back.
"I think so." We walked back down stairs. Donna was with Charlie in the Kitchen.
"Donna, who's Linda Shoemaker?" Sam asked her. Already regretting it. "Was she your mother?" Donna's face dropped and she lightly glared at Sam.
"Why are you asking me this?" She asked him. Sam sighed.
"Look, we're sorry, but it's important."
"Yeah. Linda's my mom okay? She overdosed on sleeping pills, it was an accident, and that's it." She was quiet for a minute. "I think you should leave."
"Now Donna, just listen." Dean said, with his hands in the air.
"Get out of my house!" She screams at as she runs upstairs. There was the sound of a door slamming shut.
"Oh my God." Charlie looked at us and keeping her voice down so no one could hear us. "Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?"
"Maybe." Sam told her.
"I think I should stick around." Charlie looked up where Donna ran off to.
"All right. Whatever you do, don't—" Dean said but Charlie cut him off before he could finish.
"Believe me, I won't say it." Charlie said. I could tell her was telling the truth. I'm glad she doesn't think we're nuts. It easier when someone is willing to help.
Dean at a computer, printing stuff and Sam looking at some things posted on a bulletin board.
"Wait, wait, wait, you're doing a nationwide search?" Sam as Dean. I was starting to crash my monsters. So I slowly, slowing down.
"Yep. The NCIC, the FBI database—at this point any Mary who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me."
"But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town." Sam told him.
"I'm telling you there's nothing local, we've checked. So unless you got a better idea." Dean looked at Sam.
"The way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern." Wait they haven't seen that she's going after the people who have a dark secret. The secret involving murder.
"I know, I was thinking the same thing." Dean agreed with him. I thought they already knew.
"With mister Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run." Sam started. I'm going to see if they can figure it out without me.
"Both had secrets where people died." Sam finished. Didn't take them that long…good.
"Well 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." I brought up the folklore on mirrors. That why I hate mirrors. I hate a lot of things, I know too much shit.
"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 said.
"Whether you're the one that summoned her or not." The computer beeped.
"Take a look at this." Sam and I looked over at the screen. It was a picture of a woman lying by a mirror in a puddle of blood. Dean prints out another picture and hands it to Sam and I. The picture is of a hand print and the letters Tre writing in blood on the mirror.
"Looks like the same hand print." Sam said pointing at it.
"Her name was Mary Worthington—an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana."
"And off to Indiana we go." I got up.
"You're sleeping on the way there." Dean said looking at me. I didn't care, I was going to any ways.
When we pulled in the police station parking lot, Sam shook me awake. We walked in and asked to see the detective who work the Mark Worthington murder.
"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 said.
"What exactly happened?" Dean asked him.
"You kids said you were reporters?" He asked, looking over us.
"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." She sounded like a sweet girl. It sucks that she became this.
"That's right." I took a step closer to him.
"See sir, when we asked you what happened, we wanted to know what you think happened." The detective looked around.
"Follow me." We followed the detective to his office. We went in and he went straight to the file cabinet. "Technically I'm not supposed to have a copy of this." He opens a file to the picture that we found on the computer. "Now see that there? T-R-E?" He pointed to the three letters. "I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer."
"You know who it was?" I asked him. He sighed.
"Not for sure. But there was a local man, a surgeon-Trevor Sampson." He pulls out a picture of a man. "And I think he cut her up good."
"Now why would he do something like that?" Sam asked this time.
"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." Damn.
"Yeah but how do you know it was Sampson who killed her?" Dean asked, crossing his arms.
"It's hard to say, but the way her eyes were cut out...it was almost professional."
"But you could never prove it?" I asked but also guessed.
"No. No prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous." I sighed, but I think that this Mary is our girl.
"Is he still alive?" Dean asked. I really didn't want to talk to the man. He looks and sounds like a pig.
"Nope." The detective sits down and sighs. "If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guy's secret. But she never could." The poor girl. I hope she was buried, so we could put her to rest faster.
"Where's she buried?" Sam asked. Please don't tell us she was cremated.
"She wasn't. She was cremated." Damn it! I hate when they do that!
"What about that mirror?" I asked and nodded at the one in the picture. "It's not in some evidence lockup somewhere is it?" I asked, hoping maybe we will get lucky.
"Ah, no. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago." That's made it a bit easier for us.
"You have the names of her family by any chance?" Sam asked. The detective nodded and handed us their name and numbers. We said our thanks and headed out. We got back in the Impala and head back towards Toledo. As soon as we got in, Sam was already calling Mary's family. I zoned out for most of it and only came back in when the call was almost ending.
"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 hangs up his phone.
"So?" Dean asked. Sam sighed.
"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 where ever the mirror goes, she goes.
"So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" Dean asked my very thought.
"Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow." I said from the back thinking about.
"Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" Dean asked.
"Yeah there is. Yeah, when someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped." That's why I barley put mirrors in my house. There was like none. After Katie found out that was a folklore, she took out like most all but two mirrors from her house.
"So Mary dies in front of a mirror, and it draws in her spirit." Dean said confirming it.
"Yeah but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?" Sam asked him.
"I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it." Dean said.
"Well think I know why she can move, because it's like all the mirror's are contend and she is taking after the blood Mary game. So I would think the mirror have a spirit like tunnel between them all." The boys looked at me in shock, that I just came up with that.
"Yeah, I don't know, maybe. Make's since though." Sam smiled back at before his cell phone rings. He answers it. "Hello." A look of concern comes across his face. "Charlie?"
Charlie was now seeing Mary. I guess someone else said it and she was close by. We were back in our hotel with Charlie sitting on the bed with her head on her knees and Sam, Dean, and I were having all of the curtains drawn shut, and are throwing sheets over the mirrors, or facing them to the wall or floor. Sam goes and sits next to Charlie. I know she's like only 16 and I wasn't dating him but damn I couldn't help but get the feeling of jealousy. I really have to nip this in the butt before it becomes to much of a problem.
"Hey, hey it's ok. Hey, you can open up your eyes Charlie. It's okay, all right?" Charlie looks up slowly. "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." Charlie looked at Sam, sadly.
"But I can't keep that up forever. I'm gonna die, aren't I?" I felt so bad for her. No one should ever think they are going to die until it truly is their time and that doesn't mean getting kill by a bitch ghost.
"No. No. Not anytime soon." Sam said to her. I sit next to her rubbing her back.
"All right Charlie." We all looked at Dean. He was still standing, with his arms crossed. I love when he does that. It makes him look so sexy. "We need to know what happened."
"We were in the bathroom. Donna said it." Charlie said, but that isn't what Dean was 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 her, still giving her comfort.
"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 puts her face back on her knees and starts crying again. I looked up at the boys. I couldn't help but feel really bad for this girl.
We were freaking driving in the rain. Where the hell did the rain come from. It was just all cleared.
"You know her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault." Dean just blurted out of no where.
"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. As much as I hate it, it's the truth.
"I guess." Dean said.
"You know, I've been thinking. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror." Sam piped in randomly.
"Why, what do you mean?" Dean asked him.
"Well Mary's hard to pin down, right?" Dean and I nodded our heads. "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." He does make a point.
"Well how do you know that's going to work?" Dean asked.
"I don't, not for sure." Who will summoning her then?
"Well who's gonna summon her?" Dean one again asked. My first thought was that I would. I have always felt at fault for Anna's death. I could have helped her. I know how it feels, I know the signs, but I didn't do anything. I also had that feeling like something wasn't right with her. I should have done something.
"I will. She'll come after me." Sam beat me to volunteering.
"You know what, that's it." Dean said pissed off as he pulls the car over. Dean turned and looked at Sam. "This is about Jessica, isn't it?" Dean asked but Sam didn't look at him and didn't answer him. "You think that's your dirty little secret that you killed her somehow?" Still no answer. "Sam, this has got to stop, man." Sam finally glanced at his brother. "I mean, the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the night—it's gonna kill you." Dean took a deep breath. He was in big brother mood. "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." Dean shouldn't take the blame as well. It wasn't really anyone's fault really, unless you count that I saw it before it happened…but I didn't know I would be with the boys and knew how it would make Sam act…if I had known. I would have skipped the boys and saved Jessica. Sam looked over at Dean.
"I don't blame you." Sam told him. I wonder if he would blame me if he knew that I saw it.
"Well you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done." Dean told him.
"I could've warned her." You could hear the sadness in Sam's voice.
"About what?" Dean asked. He was slightly raising his voice. "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." Sam looked away from Dean again.
"No you don't." Sam's voice was hard and cold.
"I don't what?" Dean asked confused.
"You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything." Sam said, looking at Dean. What hasn't he told us? Did he know something more then us?
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.
"Well it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?" Sam told him and Dean looked surprised. Hell I was surprised that Sam just said that.
"No." Dean told Sam in a stern voice. "I don't like it. It's not gonna happen, forget it."
"Dean that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it." Sam looked back at Dean. "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 me do this." All I know is he's not doing by himself.
We pulled up to the store that Mary's mirror was in. Sam was trying to pick the lock on the door. Dean and I were on the look out and holding the crowbars. Sam finally get the door finally open and we see many mirrors are in this shop.
"Well...that's just great." Dean said looking at all the mirrors. He pulls out the picture of Mary's dead body to look at the mirror. "All right let's start looking." We split up. I went with Sam to make sure he didn't do anything stupid.
"Maybe they've already sold it." Dean called out to us. I moved my flashlight across the mirrors before I stop on a mirror. It was Mary's.
"I don't think so." Dean and Sam walk over and Dean pulls out the picture again to compare.
"That's it." Dean sighs. "You sure about this?" Dean asked looking back at Sam, who was handing me his flashlight. Sam sighs.
"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." He looks at Dean, who gives him an unsure look back. Sam picks up the crowbar. I tighten my grip on my crowbar. "Bloody Mary." Nothing happened, maybe Sam was wrong. There was a light that came threw the store. Dean turns towards it.
"I'll go check that out. Stay here, be careful." Sam and I read ourselves. "Smash anything that moves." Dean said before he crawls away towards the front door.
Sam and I sat there waiting for anything. We hears a breath, so we turns to look at a different mirror. There was nothing there. I started to breath lightly heaver. I just wanted this bitch gone!
I sees her there out of the corner of my eye and smashes the mirror with the crowbar. She is in a different one now, and this time Sam sees her and smashes that mirror too. Sam was now back facing her mirror. I was looking around the other ones.
"Come on. Come into this one." Sam said, clenching his crowbar.
Sam started having trouble breathing. I turned and looked at him. He has a trickle of blood coming out of his eye. He drops the crowbar and grabs his heart. "Sam!"
"It's your fault. You killed her." I looked up at mirror and see just me. My reflection was the one talking. My breath now also starts to get heavy and my heart starts to hurt. I could feel the blood dripping down from my eyes. "You killed Anna." I dropped next to Sam.
"You never where there for her." Sam and I are now falling towards the ground. "But it's more than that, isn't it? You knew she was the way she was and you didn't so anything about it! Didn't you!? You were so selfish, only thinking about your own shitty life. Anna, had so much to live for and you killed her! How could you ignore the signs like that? How could you leave her alone to die!? You knew it would happen!" Dean's crowbar goes through the mirror and he bends down to the floor. I was on my hands and knees breathing heavily. Everything it said was true, I know that but to hear, killed me.
"Sam, Sammy!" Dean yelled in his brother face.
"It's Sam." Sam whispered out in pain. Dean looked over both of us and saw that we both had blood coming out of our eyes.
"God, are you two okay?" Sam looked over at me and I nodded.
"Come on, come on." He helps Sam up and I got up on my own. He puts Sam's arm over his neck. They begin to walk out. I turned around to just make sure and I saw Mary, much like Samara coming out of the TV in The Ring, comes out of the frame of the mirror.
"Oh man that's creepy." Sam and Dean also turned around to see what I was talking about and saw her crawling over the broken glass. Mary starts walks towards us and we all fall to the ground, bleeding from the face. Dean reaches up and pulls over a mirror so that Mary is forced to see her own reflection. Mary starts choking to death and melts into a pile of blood. Dean throws down the mirror he held and it shatters. We all sat there getting our breaths back.
"Hey Sam? Rose?" Dean asked the both of us.
"Yeah?" We replied back.
"This has got to be like...what? 600 years of bad luck?" Dean asked looking at all the broken mirrors. Sam and I chuckles weakly.
It was morning of the next day. We pulled up in front of Charlie's house. Sam and Dean were up front and I saw in the back with Charlie. She kept looking over at me. I was kind of cut up from the glass. My hands were wrapped up. Dean turned off the Impala and looked back at Charlie.
"So this is really over?" Charlie asked us. She was almost scared to believe it was over. It's sad because she will forever know that stuff like this is real. Dean nods at her.
"Yeah, it's over." Dean answered her. She smiled at us.
"Thank you." Dean reaches back to shake her hand, and she gets out of the car. I scooted back in the middle. She started to head back up to her house.
"Charlie?" Sam stopped her. Charlie turns around. "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." I rolled my eyes at his words. Now why can he take that and use it? Charlie smiles faintly, then turns around to go into the house. Dean gently hits Sam. Sam looked over at his brother. Confused why Dean hit him.
"That's good advice." Dean told him as he starts the car and we drive off.
"Rose." I looked up at Sam.
"Why did Mary go after you as well?" Sam asked me. Dean looked at me with the rear view mirror.
"Yeah I wanted to know that too." Dean piped in.
"Something's need to stay buried guys." I told them. I really didn't want to talk about Anna, to them.
I was watching us leaving the town, as I remembered Anna. I could have stopped that, I could have helped her. "Hey Sam?" Dean cut me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah?" Sam looked over at Dean.
"Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret is." Dean said, as he glances at Sam.
"Look...you're my brother and I'd die for you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself." Sam said and then looked out the window. I looked out the window myself. I was shocked to see Anna in a white dress on the street corner standing next to a light pole. I couldn't look away, she was as beautiful as the first day I saw her. As we turn the corner she disappears behind the pole, and I don't see her after that. I was still looking at where I saw her.