We've been driving for a few hours. I'm in the backseat picking at my black nail polish. Dean's driving, as always. Sam's asleep in the front seat, Dean and I decided to let him sleep until we got to where we were heading.
"Sam, wake up." Dean says loudly. Sam wakes up and looks around. We parked in town.
"I take it I was having a nightmare." Sam asks drowsily.
"Yeah, another one." I said sitting forward.
"Hey, at least I got some sleep." Sam says and I sigh.
"You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this." Dean tells him.
"Are we here?" Sam asks, changing the subject.
"Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio." I tell him showing him the newspaper.
"So what do you think really happened to this guy?" Sam asks as he looks at the circled article about Steven Shoemaker.
"That's what we're gonna find out." Dean says to him.
"Let's go." I tell them, getting out of the car, followed by them, and we head into the building. We wait by the two desks and a tech comes in.
"Hey." He says to us.
"Hey." Dean replies.
"Can I help you?" He asks sounding a little irritated.
"Yeah. We're, uh.. the med students. Doctor Figlavitch didn't tell you? 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." Dean tells him.
"Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch." The morgue tech informs us.
"Oh well he said, oh you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?" He asks the tech.
"Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want." The tech replies.
"An hour? We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then." Dean says looking at us.
"Yeah." Sam says while I simply nod my head.
"Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out-" Dean starts to say.
"Uh, look, man.. no." The tech says to him. Dean chuckles and turns around to us.
"I'm gonna hit him in his face, I swear." He mumbles to us. I roll my eyes and Sam hits Dean's arm, then steps in front of Dean, opening his wallet and putting like 5 twenties on the tech's desk.
"Follow me." The tech says, picking up the money. I look at Sam and smirk at him. The tech walks away and Dean stops Sam.
"Dude, I earned that money." Dean tells him.
"You won it in a poker game." Sam reminds him. I walk ahead of them, following the tech.
"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." I say and the tech pulls back the sheet to reveal Shoemaker's face.
"More than that. They were practically liquefied." The tech tells us.
"Any sign of a struggle? Maybe someone did it to him?" Dean suggests.
"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone." The tech argues.
"What's the official cause of death?" Sam asks.
"Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up there, that's for sure." The tech informs us.
"What do you mean?" I ask him, curious.
"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen." The tech explains.
"But the eyes? What would cause something like that?" Sam asks him.
"Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims" The tech tells us.
"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asks him.
"That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor." The tech answers.
"Hey, think we could take a look at the police report? You know, for uh, our paper?" Dean asks him.
"I'm not really supposed to show you that." He tells us and Sam sighs, pulling out his wallet. We pay him and he shows us the file. We're walking down the stairs towards the entrance.
"Might be one of ours. Might just be some freak medical thing." Sam says to us.
"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 asks him.
"Uh, almost never." Sam replies.
"Exactly." Dean says.
"All right. Let's go talk to the daughter." I tell them. We head to the shoemaker house and accidentally walk into his funeral.
"Feel like we're under dressed." Dean says and we walk into the backyard. We ask some guy which one is his daughter and he points to a group of girls. We walk over to them and they look up.
"You must be Donna, right?" Dean asks the darker haired girl.
"Yeah." She says to us.
"Hi, uh, we're really sorry." I tell her.
"Thank you." Donna says.
"I'm Sam, this is Dean and Sophie. We worked with your dad." Sam tells her. She looks at the blonde girl on her right.
"You did?" Donna asks us.
"Yeah. This whole thing. I mean, a stroke." Dean says.
"I don't really think she wants to talk about this right now." The blonde tells us.
"It's okay. I'm okay." Donna tells her.
"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" I ask her.
"No." Donna says and the little girl turns around.
"That's because it wasn't a stroke." She says.
"Lily, don't say that." Donna tells her.
"What?" Sam asks.
"I'm sorry, she's just upset." Donna says to us.
"No, it happened because of me." Lily argues.
"Sweetie, it didn't." Donna tells her.
"Lily. Why would you say something like that?" I ask her, bending down to her eye level.
"Right before he died, I said it." She tells me.
"You said what?" I ask her.
"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror. She took his eyes, that's what she does." Lily says.
"That's not why dad died. This isn't your fault." Donna reassures her.
"I think your sister's right, Lily. There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?" Dean asks her.
"No, I don't think so." Lily tells him. We decide to check out the bathroom where he died so we go upstairs.
"The Bloody Mary legend.. Dad ever find any evidence it was a real thing?" Sam asks.
"Not that I know of." Dean says walking into the bathroom.
"I mean, everywhere else all over the country, kids will play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it." Sam tells us as he bends down and touches the dried blood on the floor.
"Yeah, well, maybe everywhere it's a story, but here it's actually happening." Dean says opening the medicine cabinet.
"But according to the legend, the person who says B- the person who says you know what gets it. But here-" Sam starts to say, quickly closing the medicine cabinet after noticing the mirror.
"Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah." Dean finishes for him.
"Right." Sam agrees.
"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." I tell them.
"It's worth checking into." Sam says to us. We walk out of the bathroom and run into Donna's friend.
"What are you doing up here?" She asks us.
"We, uh, we had to go to the bathroom." Dean says and I roll my eyes.
"Who are you?" She asks us.
"Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad." Dean answers.
"He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself." The blonde tells us.
"No, I know. I meant-" Dean starts.
"And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that? So you tell me what's going on or I start screaming." She tells us.
"Alright, alright. We think something happened to Donna's dad." I tell her.
"Yeah, a stroke." She retorts.
"That's not a sign of a typical stroke. We think it might be something else." I say to her.
"Like what?" She asks us.
"Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth." Sam says to her.
"So, if you're gonna scream, go ahead." Dean tells her.
"Who are you, cops?" She asks us. Sam looks back at Dean.
"Something like that." Dean tells her.
"I'll tell you what." I tell her pulling a paper and pen out of my jacket pocket. I write down my cell number on it.
"If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary.. just give us a call." I tell her handing her the paper and then we walk downstairs and out to the car. We go to the library and walk inside which is kind of dark.
"Alright, say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town. There's gonna be some sort of proof, like a local woman who died nasty." Dean tells us.
"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." Sam informs us as we walk through the library.
"Alright, so what are we supposed to be looking for?" I ask them.
"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 that fits the bill." Sam tells us, causing me to sigh dramatically.
"Well that sounds annoying." Dean announces.
"No, it won't be so bad, as long as we..." Sam looks towards the computers and we see 'Out of order' signs on them. He chuckles. " I take it back. This will be very annoying." He tells us. We go back to the motel after hours of research that came up empty. Sam heads to the bed and passes out within minutes. Dean sits at the table and I head to the shower. After I get out I brush my teeth and change into an AC/DC tank and shorts. I walk out and stand next to Dean. He looks up and grabs me and sets me on his lap. I lean down and kiss him but we're interrupted by Sam waking up from another nightmare.
"Why'd you let me fall asleep?" Sam asks us.
"Cause I'm an awesome big brother. So what did you dream about?" Dean asks him, and I'm still sitting in his lap.
"Lollipops and candy canes." Sam says sarcastically.
"Yeah sure." I mutter, glancing at the laptop.
"Did you guys find anything?" He asks us, sitting up.
"Oh, besides a new level of frustration? No, I'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 no Mary." Dean tells us, and I put my head on his shoulder.
"Maybe we just haven't found it yet." Sam says falling back onto the bed.
"I've also been searching 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 says to us. My phone rings and I get up and walk over to the dresser and answer it.
"Hello?" I ask and hear a frantic Charlie and I immediately head to the bathroom and put my jeans, blue tank top, red flannel shirt and combat boots on and the boys are waiting for me by the door. We meet Charlie at a bench.
"And they found her on the bathroom floor. And, her, her eyes. They were gone." She says crying and I put on hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry." I tell her sincerely.
"And she said it. I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?" She asks us, looking up.
"No, you're not insane." Dean tells her.
"Oh, god, that makes me feel so much worse." Charlie says.
"Look, we think something's happening here. Something that can't be explained." I tell her and we convince her to help sneak us into Jill's room. We climb in through the window and Dean tosses Sam the duffel and he starts going through it.
"What did you tell Jill's mom?" Dean asks Charlie.
"Just that I needed to be alone with Jill's pictures and things. I hate lying to her." She says to us sadly.
"Trust us, it's for the greater good. Hit the lights." Dean tells her. Charlie turns off the lights.
"What are you guys looking for?" She asks curiously.
"We'll let you know as soon as we find it." I tell her. Sam hands Dean the digital camera.
"Hey, night vision. Perfect." He says after turning it on. The camera is aimed at Dean.
"Do I look like Paris Hilton?" Dean asks and I roll my eyes. Sam walks over to Jill's closet door and starts filming around 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 asks us. He hands me the camera and I walk into the bathroom.
"Beats me. I want to know why Jill said it in the first place." Dean says.
"It's just a joke." Charlie tells us.
"Yeah well somebody's going to say it again, it's just a matter of time." Dean tells us. I film around the mirror and see something trickling from behind the mirror.
"Hey, babe. There's a black light in the trunk, right?" I ask Dean and he climbs out the window and gets it from the impala. We put the mirror on the bed and open the back to see a name and a hand print written on the back of the mirror.
"Gary Bryman?" Charlie says causing us to turn and look at her.
"You know who that is?" Sam asks her.
"No." She says. We go back outside to the bench, with Dean and I sitting with Charlie while Sam finds out who Gary Bryman is.
"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." Sam fills us in.
"Oh my god." Charlie says.
"What?" I ask her.
"Jill drove that car." She tells us.
"We need to get back to your friend Donna's house." Dean says to her. We drive to Donna's and go to the bathroom mirror and find more writing and another hand print.
"Linda Shoemaker." Sam reads. We go downstairs to talk to Donna.
"Why are you asking me this?" Donna asks us.
"Look, we're sorry, but it's important." Sam apologizes.
"Yeah. Linda's my mom, okay? She overdosed on sleeping pills, it was an accident, and that's it. I think you should leave." Donna tells us.
"Now Donna, just listen." Dean tries to tell her.
"Get out of my house!" She says and runs upstairs.
"Oh my god. Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?" Charlie asks us.
"Maybe." Sam says to her.
"I think I should stick around." Charlie tells us.
"Alright. Whatever you do.." I say to her but she cuts me off.
"Believe me, I won't say it." She tells us and we leave, going back to the motel room to research more.
"Wait, wait, wait. You're doing a nationwide search?" Sam asks Dean as he's looking at our bulletin board.
"Yep. The NCIC, the FBI database, at this point any Mary that died in front of a mirror is good enough for me." Dean explains to him.
"But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town." Sam argues.
"I'm telling you there's nothing local. Soph and I checked. So unless you've got a better idea.." Dean tells him.
"The way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern." I interject from my place next to Dean at the table.
"I know, I was thinking the same thing." Dean agrees.
"With Mister Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run." Sam says.
"Both had secrets where people died." I finish.
"Right, I mean there's a lot of folklore about mirrors, that they reveal all your lies, your secrets, that they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why it's bad luck to break them." Sam informs us.
"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 suggests.
"Whether you're the one who summoned her or not." Sam adds.
"Take a look at this." Dean says to us, showing us a picture of a woman laying in a pool of blood in front of a mirror with a bloody hand print and the letters Tre written.
"Looks like the same hand print." I say.
"Her name was Mary Worthington, an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana." Dean tells us. We head to a detective agency in Fort Wayne, Indiana, where the detective on Mary's case now works.
"I was on the job 35 years, detective for most of that. Now everyone packs it in with a few loose ends, but the Mary Worthington case still got to me." The detective tells us.
"What exactly happened?" Dean asks him.
"You three said you were reporters?" He asks 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." Sam tells him.
"That's right." The detective tells him.
"See sir, when we asked you what happened, we wanted to know what you think happened." I tell him. He goes to a filing cabinet and opens a drawer, pulling some files out.
"Technically I'm not supposed to have a copy of this. Now see there?" He asks, pointing to the letters.
"Yeah." Dean says to him.
"I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer." He tells us.
"You know who it was?" Sam asks him.
"Not for sure. But there was a local man, a surgeon, Trevor Sampson. And I think he cut her up good." He says showing us a picture of a man.
"Now why would he do something like that?" I ask him, confused.
"Her diary mentioned a man she was seeing. She called him by his initial 'T'. Well, her last entry, she was gonna tell 'T's wife about the affair." He informs us.
"Yeah but how do you know it was Sampson who killed her?" Dean asks the detective.
"It's hard to say, but the way her eyes were cut out, it was almost professional." The detective says.
"But you could never prove it?" Dean asks him.
"No. No prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous." The detective tells us.
"Is he still alive?" I ask him. He sits down and sighs.
"Nope. If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guy's secret. But she never could." He tells us.
"Where's she buried?" Sam asks.
"She wasn't. She was cremated." The detective answers.
"What about the mirror? It's not in some evidence lockup is it?" Dean asks him.
"Ah, no. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago." He tells us.
"You have the names of her family by chance?" I ask him. We get in the impala and Sam calls Mary's brother about the mirror as Dean drives.
"Oh, really? That's too bad Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror. Okay, maybe next time. All right, thanks." He says hanging up.
"So?" Dean asks him.
"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." Sam informs us.
"So wherever the mirror goes, Mary goes?" Dean asks.
"Her spirits definitely tied up with it somehow." Sam agress.
"Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" I ask from the backseat.
"Yeah there is. Yeah, when someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped." Sam tells me.
"So Mary dies in front of a mirror and it draws in her spirit." Dean says.
"Yeah but how could she move through like a hundred mirrors?" I ask them.
"I don't know but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it." Dean says and I smirk.
"Yeah, I don't know. Maybe." Sam says as my phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket.
"Hello? Charlie?" I ask, and make Dean drive to the school to pick Charlie up and we drive her back to the motel, careful not to let her look in the mirrors, and I send Dean and Sam in to cover up all the reflective surfaces while I sit with her. We walk in the room when it's safe and she goes straight to the bed and puts her face on her knees.
"Hey, hey it's okay. You can open your eyes now, Charlie." I tell her and she lifts her head.
"Now listen. You're gonna stay 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." Sam tells her.
"But I can't keep that up forever. I'm gonna die, aren't I?" She asks us. I walk over and sit on the bed.
"No. Not anytime soon." I tell her. Dean sits on the bed next to me.
"Alright Charlie. We need to know what happened." Dean says to her.
"We were in the bathroom. Donna said it." Charlie says.
"That's not what we're talking about. Something happened, didn't it? In your life.. a secret.. where someone go hurt. Can you tell us about it?" Dean asks her and she reaches out and grabs my hand.
"I had this boyfriend. I loved him. But he kind of scared me too, you know? And one night at his house, we got into 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'll 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 says, putting her head back in her knees, crying. We leave her in the motel room and get in the impala.
"You know her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault." Dean says from the driver's seat. I'm in the backseat picking at my nail polish, trying to figure out the best way to talk to Sam.
"You know as well as I do that spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, Dean. Charlie had a secret, someone died, that's good enough for Mary." Sam tell him.
"I guess." Dean mutters.
"You know, I've been thinking, it might not be enough to smash the mirror." Sam tells us.
"Why, what do you mean?" I ask him, looking up from my nails.
"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." Sam explains.
"Well how do you know that's going to work?" Dean asks him.
"I don't, not for sure." Sam admits.
"Well, who's gonna summon her?" Dean questions him, suspiciously.
"I will. She'll come after me." Sam tells us. Dean pulls the car over.
"You know what, that's it. 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." Dean rants at him and I sigh.
"I don't blame you." Sam tells him.
"Well you shouldn't blame yourself because there's nothing you could have done." I say to him.
"I could've warned her." Sam replies.
"About what? You didn't know what was gonna happen! And besides all of this isn't a secret, I mean Soph and I know all about it. It's not going to work with Mary anyway." Dean tells him.
"No you don't." Sam argues. I look at him.
"We don't what?" I ask him, concerned
"You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything." Sam admits.
"What are you talking about?" Dean asks, confused.
"Well it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?" Sam says and I roll my eyes.
"I could do it." I say and Dean turns his head so fast I'm scared he'll get whiplash.
"Hell no." He says, causing me to roll my eyes.
"Wasn't asking permission, Winchester. I have a secret that I could use to summon Mary. It's better than Sammy offering himself up like a sacrificial lamb." I state and Sam looks to be considering it.
"What, so you doing it's alright then?" Dean asks, sounding irritated.
"Yes, it'll be easier for me to summon her, plus you and Sam as backup is much more solid than us. I'm doing this Dean. You know it's a good plan. We all know I'm the best one to do this." I retort and he sighs, running his hands down his face.
"Sophie, I know it's a solid plan. Fact is, I don't like the idea of my girlfriend summoning an evil spirit that likes to melt people's eyeballs. You're one of the best hunters I know." He tells me and I cross my arms.
"Then why don't you think I can handle it?" I challenge and he groans.
"I can't! I can't lose you too, Soph. This is dangerous as hell and I'm not okay with you doing this." He says.
"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. Babe, you've got to let me do this." I tell him and he sighs. We drive to the shop, Sam picks the lock and we walk inside to find the entire shop full of mirrors.
"Well...that's just great. Alright let's start looking." He says, pulling out the picture of Mary's body next to the mirror. We split up and look around the store for the mirror.
"Maybe they've already sold it." Dean suggests.
"I don't think so." Sam says and we walk over to him and see him pointing his flashlight at the mirror. Dean holds up the picture, comparing the two.
"That's it. You sure about this?" He asks me and I hand him my flashlight.
"Bloody Mary." I sigh, looking back at the guys and then turning back to the mirror. "Bloody Mary." I mutter, grabbing a crowbar. "Bloody Mary."
"I'll go check that out. Stay here, be careful. Smash anything that moves." He tells me and turns to the door. "Crap." He mutters when he sees its a headlight. I turn back to the mirror and ready myself. I see Mary in a different mirror in the corner of my eye and I smash it. She moves to a different one and I smash that one too. She moves to her mirror and I look at the mirror. I stare at my reflection, which seems to be alive. I start to have trouble breathing and a trickle of blood comes out of my eye, I drop the crowbar and grab my heart, feeling it tightening.
"It's your fault.. You killed them.. You killed your parents." My reflection tells me. "You never should have gone to that party." She says and I fall to the ground. "But you just had to go, didn't you? To be normal? To fit in? You will never be normal. Your parents never would have been on that bridge if you hadn't snuck out to go to that party, or if you hadn't have been too drunk to walk home. They died because of you. You always make reckless choices without thinking and look what happens!" My reflection rants at me but is cut off by the mirror being smashed. Suddenly someone is shaking me.
"Soph? Sophia" Dean yells, worriedly.
"It's Sophie, Winchester." I mumble.
"God, are you okay?" Sam asks me, referring to the blood coming from my eyes.
"Uh, yeah." I tell them.
"Come on, come on." Dean says, helping me up. He puts his arm around me and we start walking to the door. That is, until we hear glass crunching and turn to see Mary crawling out of the frame like that chick from The Ring. Mary walks towards us and we all fall to the ground, bleeding from our eyes, but Dean reaches up and grabs a mirror, showing Mary her reflection. Mary starts choking to death and she melts into a pile of blood.
"Hey Sam?" Dean asks him.
"Yeah?" He replies.
"This has got to be like.. what, 600 years of bad luck?" Dean asks and I chuckle weakly. We get into the car, head back to the motel and clean the blood off ourselves. We explain, to Charlie, what happened with Mary and she was relieved that she was safe. We get in the impala and drive her home. I'm sitting in the back with Charlie and Dean and Sam are in their usual spots. We pull up outside her house.
"So this is really over?" She asks us again, not believing it. I smile and squeeze her hand.
"Yeah, it's over." Dean tells her, nodding. He reaches back and shakes her hand. She gets out of the car.
"Thank you." She turns toward the house.
"Charlie?" Sam calls out. "Your boyfriend's death.. you really should forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happen." Sam tells her and she smiles slightly before heading inside. I gently hit him.
"That's good advice." I tell him playfully. Then my thoughts turn to my parents and my smile fades.
"Hey Sam?" Dean asks him.
"Yeah?" He responds.
"Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret is." Dean tells him.
"Look... you're my brother and I'd die for you, but there are some things that I need to keep to myself." Sam says cryptically.
"What about you, sweetheart? You wanna tell me that secret you summoned Mary with?" He asks me and I sigh.
"When I was 15, I snuck out and went to a dumb party with my friend, Camry. She was a year older than me. Her dad was a hunter who was friends with my parents and her mom is a psychic. We got really drunk and she left with some guy. I panicked and called my mom. They came and got me immediately, but started to lecture me about how getting drunk dulls my reflexes. I guess the car hit a patch of black ice or something because the car swerved and we went over the bridge and into the water. I remember it being really cold and I couldn't swim. My mom had hit her head in the impact and she wasn't moving, but dad was trying to unbuckle me, but it was stuck. One minute I'm in the car, drowning, the next I'm on the river bank, next to a man in a trench coat, telling me that 'God has plans for me.'" I tell them and they look shocked. Dean meets my eyes in the rear view mirror and they look so sympathetic, I smile sadly at him. I turn and look out the window and for a second, I swear I see that man, the one in the trench coat from the night of the crash, on the side of the road. I blink and he's gone.