"You want me to crash a funeral?" Kat examined the black dress Dean had picked out for her to attend the funeral of Mr. Shoemaker who died under mysterious circumstances.

"Come on Kat the guy bleed out of his eyes, the guy at the morgue said they were practically liquefied" Dean waved the dress in front of her.

"Nice, thanks for that Dean" She snatched it out of his hand and proceeded into the bathroom. She put the dress on and frowned at how low the neckline was and how short the bottom was. She emerged from the bathroom.

"I take it you picked this dress?" She directed her question to Dean.

"Yes I did and you're welcome" He smiled.

"For what making me look like Shoemaker's mistress?" She looked at herself in the floor length mirror.

"I told you she wouldn't like it" Sam closed his laptop.

"Well you look very beautiful" Dean threw a few fries at Sam.

"Yeah well I'm not going to a funeral dressed like a prostitute" Kat picked up Dean's burger and took a bite out of it.

"You do not look like a prostitute" She placed the burger back into its box and picked up his large drink, taking a sip.

"I'm putting my black jeans on" She put the drink down and took a handful of fries and began to walk over to the single bed her and Dean shared last night.

"You can't go to a wake in jeans" Sam smiled nervously at her.

"Ok fine you guys go in your homeland revenue suits" She sat on the bed and began to pull clothes out of her duffle bag.

"No we can't ... we have-" Dean looked over to Sam for an excuse.

"Research" Sam finished his sentence of for him.

"Yeah lots and lots of research" He smiled.

"You owe me Dean" She changed into her black jeans and a long black cardigan to hide her Aerosmith t-shirt. After posing as a colleague of Mr. Shoemaker she discovered that one of his daughters, the youngest thought it would be fun to call Bloody Marry on the night of her father's death.

"Bloody Marry?" Sam and Dean questioned her in a sceptical tone.

"Yes Bloody Marry" She sat in the back of the Impala.

"... Bloody Marry?" Dean questioned her again.

"Yes! Bloody Marry! Look I know it sounds crazy but isn't that what we specialise in?"

"True but still Bloody Marry"

"Shut up Dean" She playfully hit him round the head.

"As much as it pains me to say Kat I agree with Dean. I mean, everywhere else all over the country, kids play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, no one dies from it"

"Exactly as far as we know" Kat raised her eyebrow at him.

"We'll looks like it happening for real here" Dean turned in his seat to face Sam.

"The place where the legend began?" Dean and Kat shrugged their shoulders at Sam's question.

"But according to the legend, the person who says ... it ... the person who says you know what, gets it. But here-" Sam shakes his head to emphasise that it makes no sense.

"Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah" Kat sighed.

"Right" Dean started the engine.

"Well I've 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" Kat leaned over into the front seat and pushed at the tape in to the cassette player. Metallica blasted from the speakers. She smiled and resumed her seat in the back.

They arrived at the library the place was empty.

"Say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town. There's gonna be some sort of proof— like a local woman who died nasty" Dean held open the door to the building for Kat.

"Thanks sweetie. There's just one problem a legend this widespread it's hard. I mean, there's like fifty 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" They arrive near the computer section.

"All right so what are we supposed to be looking for?" Sam turned to Kat.

"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" Kat smiled at him.

"Well that sounds annoying" Dean looked around at the many shelves of books.

"No it won't be so bad, as long as we…" He turned and looked at the computers which all had a sign saying "Out of Order" stuck to their screen. Dean and Kat both laugh.

"I take it back. This will be very annoying" Sam wonders off into the many shelves lining the room.

Kat asleep on Dean's shoulder as he and Sam sat at a table. Sam was still looking for leads on the case.

"So what's the deal with you and her?" Sam shut the book he was reading and looked over to Dean.

"Nothing" He scanned through the book in his hand.

"Oh come on Dean you let her drive the Impala, it must be love" Sam smiled but his expression soon change as he saw Dean's reaction.

"Just drop it Sam ok" Dean slammed the book on the table causing Kat to wake up.

"What's going on? Did you find anything?" She rubbed her eyes.

"Oh besides a whole 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 uh, no Mary" Sam closed the book in defeat. Kat's phone began to ring. She answered it and recognised the voice of a girl named Charlie from Shoemakers funeral. Charlie had busted Kat's cover but she was able to convince her something strange was going on. She gave her, her number and told her to call if anything strange happened.

Charlie had told Kat of the mysterious death of her friend Jill who had met the same fate as Mr. Shoemaker. After examining her room they had found a handprint on the back of her mirror with the name Gary Bryman written in blood.

"I still don't get it I mean…the first victim didn't summon Mary, and the second victim did. How's she choosing them?" Dean looked at Kat as they sat in the Impala waiting for Sam.

"Beats me sweetie" Kat checked her messages on her phone. "Hey kiddo just wanted to tell ya that I'm sorry for how I reacted and I can't blame Dean for what happened with me and his father love ya Danny" She smiled as Sam pulled open the back door and got in next to Charlie.

"So, Gary Bryman was an eight-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" He handed Dean the papers and Kat leaned over to take a look.

"Oh my God" Charlie exclaimed.

"What?" Was the general response from the rest of the passengers.

"Jill drove that car"

"We need to get back to your friend Donna's house" Kat placed the papers on the dash board and turned to face Charlie.

"Linda Shoemaker" Kat read the name off of the back of the mirror Mr. Shoemaker died in front of. Sam and Charlie went to question Donna another of Mr. Shoemakers daughters.

"So what she kills people who have killed people?" Kat helped Dean put the mirror back on the wall.

"Does that include us?" Kat turned to Dean.

"What?" He adjusted the mirror so that it was straight.
"We kill does that mean we deserve to die?" Kat tilted her head in thought.
"Hey babe, we are not murderers we kill bad things, we save people" He pulled her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"When I, I found my parents after – after what happened ... the guy; he told me he had been waiting for me" Dean pulled away to look her in the eyes.

"Kat babe what are you-?" He removed a strand of hair from her face and rested his hands on her shoulders.

"If he wasn't looking for me he would have never been in my house he would have never-"

"Kat" She placed her hands on his wrists.

"He would have never killed my parents" a tear slid down her face.

"Babe listen to me it's not your fault ok?" He pulled her into a hug.

"... I know but" She rested her hands on his chest.

"No, no buts" He kissed her forehead.

"Dean! We gotta go!" Sam called from the bottom of the stairs.

"We'll talk about this later ok, come on let's go" He pulled her hand and guided her out to the Impala.

"Charlie's gonna stay and keep an eye on Donna, you alright Kat?"
"Yeah I'm fine Sammy, thanks'" She got into the passenger seat. Dean gestured for Sam to come closer.

"Sammy why don't you go see what you can find out I'm gonna take Kat for a bite to eat, she's not feeling to good"

"Is she ok?" Worry filled Sam's face.

"Yeah she's fine, it's just this case it's bringing back memories" Dean frowned.

"Oh right, well I'll walk to library and I'll call you if I find anything" Sam began to walk in the direction of the library.

"Thanks Sam" Dean went round to the driver's side and got in. "Come on Kitkat I'm taking you for dinner"

They took the furthest possible seat away from any innocent ears. Monsters under your bed should stay there.

"So what due' wanna talk about?"Dean put his hands behind his head.

"I don't know"

"Come on, Johnny Deep, Aerosmith?" She slightly laughed at his comment but not for very long. "I'm worried about you"

"Me, I'm a big girl Dean I can look after myself" That was a sentence she had said many times in her life.

"Let me walk you home" Jack took her hand.

"J you live like two minutes from here, I'll be fine. I'm a big girl I can take care of myself" She smiled as he stood in front of her and took her other hand in his. He kissed the top of them lightly each in turn.

"I know you are" He then kissed her forehead.

"Well then I'll see you tomorrow" She tip toed to kiss his jaw line. He had always been taller than her ever since she first meet him.

"It's getting dark" He lifted his head up allowing her better accesses.

"Umhum" was the muffled response he got in-between kisses.

"Babe -" He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away so that he could look into her stormy grey eyes.

"You're such a kill joy" She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Is it wrong for a boyfriend to want to ensure the safety of his girlfriend?" He raised an eyebrow complete with an amazing smile.

"...No, I hate it when you're right" She kissed his lips.

"Katie you have to be careful there are bad things out there" He put his arm around her shoulder and they began walking in the direction of her house.

"Kat, sweet heart" Dean waved his hand in-front of her face.

"Sorry I just ... mind started to wonder" She faked a smile.

"Babe I just wanna make sure you're ok, is that so wrong?"

"No, no it isn't, Thanks Dean"

"For what?" He smiled.

"Everything"

"You're welcome" He moved around in the booth to put his arm around her, he kissed her temple.

"Were gonna be ok, we'll find him" She rested her head on his shoulder.

"I hope so" Dean's phone began to ring, Kat sat up straight allowing him access to his pocket. "It's Sam" He held the phone up sp that they could both listen.

"Hey Dean, I got it; Mary, 19 lived by herself. Well know she won a few local beauty contests, dreamt of getting out of Indiana, becoming an actress. And on March 29th someone broke into her apartment and murdered her, cut out her eyes with a knife. She was trying to spell out the name of her killer but it could never be proved"

"Nice work sweetie"

"Thanks and the best part is I've found the mirror" Kat and Dean smiled at one another.

Kat sat in the back of the Impala on her mobile as Sam and Dean occupied the two front seats.

"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"

"So?" Dean asked as she hung up.

"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" She sighed.

"So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" Sam turned in his seat so that he could see both Kat and Dean.

"Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow" Dean stopped at a light.

"Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" Sam directed his question at Kat.

"Yeah, when someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so that their ghost wouldn't get trapped inside" She brushed a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear.

"So Mary dies in front of a mirror, and it draws in her spirit" Dean was thinking aloud.

"Yeah but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?"

"I don't know sweetie, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it" Kat smiled.

"Yeah, I don't know, maybe" Sam's phone began to ring. "Hello" A look of concern fills his face. "Charlie?"

They had left Charlie in their hotel room after taking the precaution to cover everything that could be used as a mirror. Donna got angry and decided to prove her wrong by summoning Mary. Unfortunately for Charlie she had a secret; her boyfriend and her had a fight and he told her that if she left him he would kill himself. He was telling the truth.

The sound of the rain beating on the window of the Impala filled the otherwise silent car.

"You know her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault"

"Sweetie you know as well as I do spirits don't exactly see shades of gray" Kat frowned.

"Dean, Charlie had a secret, someone died, that's good enough for Mary" Sam pretty much announced that he agreed with Kat.

"I guess" He sighed.

"You know, I've been thinking. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror" Kat leaned forward to listen in on Sam's theory.

"Why, what do you mean?" Dean replied.

"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"

"Sweetie we don't know if that's going to work?" Kat twisted her ring around her finger.

"It's worth a try right?" Sam raised his eyebrows at the both.

"Well who's gonna summon her?" The question left Dean's lips and simultaneously Sam and Kat responded.

"I will" Kat and Sam looked at each other in shock.

"You know what, that's it" Dean sounded angry and Kat knew what was coming next. He pulled over "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" He stopped to take a breath then turned to Kat. "And ... we talked about this earlier" He couldn't raise his voice to Kat partly because he knew she wouldn't stand for it.

"I don't blame you" Sam interrupted before Kat could respond.

"Well you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done. Either of you" He looked from one to the other.

"I could've warned her" Sam broke the silence.

"About what? 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"

"Dean –"Kat put her hand on his shoulder but Sam's response intrigued both of them.

"No you don't" He sighed.

"I don't what?"

"Dean –"

"You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything" Guilt filled his voice.

"What are you talking about sweetie?" Kat placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Well it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?" Kat didn't like his attitude and neither did Dean.

"Watch your mouth" Dean warned him.

"Dean he's upset and I don't need to you to fight my battles for me ok?" Kat didn't mean it in a harsh way but it certainly sounded like she did. Dean looked surprised at both of their responses and comments in the past few minutes.

"No. I don't like it. It's not gonna happen, forget it" He shook his head.

"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. You've got to let me do this" Sam pleaded.

"No"

"Then I'll do it" Kat sounded determined.

"Babe I know and so does your uncle it won't work" Dean took her hand in his.

"It's worth a try and you're not my brother so you can't tell me what to do"

"I care about you, I'm not gonna let you put yourself in danger on the chance that it might work"

"Then it's decided" They both looked away from each other and over to Sam. Determination plastered on his face.

Kat sat in the front seat of the Impala keeping watch as the boys had broken into the store attempting to locate Mary's mirror. All of a sudden the police turn the corner. Kat slumped down in her seat and pulled out her phone. Dean was on speed dial number one.

"Sweetie it's the fuzz" Dean opened the door and approached the police officer. Kat got out of the car as quite as she could and approached the police officers from behind. Dean noticed her and she winked at him.

"You know, I just—I really don't have time for this right now" Kat taps the officer on the right on the shoulder and punches him in the face, he fell to the ground. Dean gives the other the same treatment.

"What a team" Kat smiled at his comment. "I'll take care of these guys you go help Sammy"

"Got it" She ran into the shop in time to see Sam's reflection talking to him.

"You never told her the truth—who you really were but it's more than that, isn't it? Those nightmares you've been having of Jessica dying, screaming, burning—you had them for days before she died. Didn't you!?! You were so desperate to ignore them, to believe they were just dreams. How could you ignore them like that? How could you leave her alone to die!?! You dreamt it would happen!" Sam's reflection screamed at him as he lay on the floor. Kat smashed the mirror with a crowbar from the other side; the shattered pieces fell to the ground around Sam.

"Sammy are you ok?" She knelt down next to him.

"Yeah" He nodded a little out of breath.

"I err heard what she said to you ..."

"Don't tell Dean" He grabbed her hand. "Please"

"It's ok sweetie, I won't just take it easy" She stood up in time to see Dean bursting through the door.

"Sam, Sammy!" He took Kat's place at his side.

"He's fine just a little shaken, I'll bring the car round" She ran out of the door and across the street pulling the keys out of her pocket. She had the spare key to the Impala; it must be love. She got in the driver's side and started the engine. She speeded down the street and right up to the entrance. When the boys didn't come out she realised that something must be wrong. She picked up the crowbar from the passenger seat and shoved open the door. She ran in; Sam and Dean lay on the floor with blood streaming from their eyes. Mary looked straight at her and smiled a terrifying smile as she began to approach her. Kat looked to the side and saw the answer to all her problems.

"How many innocent people have you killed bitch?" She pulled a beautiful antique mirror with a silver frame in front of Mary.

"You killed them! All those people! You killed them!" Her own reflection began to taunt her. Mary started to choke and melted into a pile of blood. Kat placed the mirror carefully against an old coffee table. She sighed in relief. The coffee table collapsed and the mirror fell shattering into a million pieces.

"Great seven years bad luck"