AN: Okay, I'm back now! Here's a new chapter. I did skip "Dead in the Water" and "Phantom Traveler". I will do this for some episodes because, well do you know how many episodes there are of this show? A lot, so of you liked those two episodes, I am sorry.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

Vanessa was laying on her bed in the motel they shacked up at. She was tossing this hackie sack in the the air and catching it when it came down. It's been two weeks since the Wendigo incident and still no clue of John. Since then Dean and Sam have had to deal with a child killing ghost that drowned bullies and a demon that crashed planes.

Demons, it was such a strange thought. It was one thing about ghosts and monsters, but demons were just a more frightening complex. Speaking of frightening complexes, Vanessa was becoming more and more uncomfortable with her reflection. So uncomfortable that she would cover up whatever bathroom mirror she was at.

Adam was eating leftover pizza while he was on Vanessa's laptop looking up something for homework. Vanessa got up and went to the bathroom. When she turned on the light the mirror was uncovered. She sighed, "Adam, what did I say about using the mirror?"

"Put the cover back on when I'm done?" He said with a mouthful. She nodded, "Please remember that next time," she shut the door leaving Adam with a confused face. Vanessa went to grab the sheet and hang it back up.

When she was reaching the top corner she glanced at herself, except she had bight yellow eyes. Vanessa jumped back screaming.

Crack!

The mirror shattered causing her to let out another short scream. When she blinked the mirror was still broken, but her reflection was just her normal self. Adam opened the door, "What happened?" He looked at the mirror and saw it was broken, "Are you okay?"

Vanessa let out an angry huff, "Cover the mirror next time!" She brushed passed him to get out of the hotel room. She stayed out there until Sam and Dean got back. She had her arms wrapped around her knees as she sat on the ground.

Sam tilted his head, "What's wrong?" She just shook her head. Dean looked at Sam, but he nodded for him to go inside. Dean did, leaving the two outside. Sam went to sit next to her on the ground. He let out a sigh, "Mirrors?"

She nodded, "Adam forgot to cover it up and I got scared."

"What's wrong, I mean. Why are you freaked out by mirrors?"

Vanessa groaned, "I don't know, Sam. I can't brush my teeth with out hiding in the tub so I don't see myself. When I look at my reflection, I don't see me. I see someone who looks like me, but it's not. Do you understand?"

"No, but how can I? This is what you feel and how can I know what you're feeling?"

Vanessa covered her face then rubbed it, "I feel so stupid for making you guys cover the mirrors all the time," Sam wrapped an arm around her and held her tight, "Don't say that. It helps make you feel better. Remember when we were kids and you'd have to sleep in my bed when you got a nightmare?"

"How can I forget that?" Vanessa's tone turned embarrassed, "This is just like that. No one's making fun of you or thinks its dumb. You'll get through this."

"I hope so, Sam," Vanessa hugged back. "This is just a phase and it will pass."

"I think Dean is getting sick of my phases," she said with a hint of sadness. Sam looked down at her, "What are you talking about?"

Vanessa focused on a memory from four years ago, after Sam left to college. Back to a dark period for her.

Dean opened up the door and found Vanessa quickly grab something to hide behind her back, "Sup, Dean?" Her fake smile was guilty. Dean looked at her then at the table to see a rolled up dollar and white, powdery stuff on the coffee table in the living room.

"What were you doing, Nessy?"

Vanessa shook her head and wiped her red, runny nose, "Nothing, just doing homework," her voice was hoarse as she had bags under her eyes from lack of sleep.

Dean winced his eyes at her, "Homework, huh? Where's your books? Or paper. Because I don't see a pencil anywhere near you and I think I saw your backpack in my car, Ness."

Vanessa's mouth slightly opened. She was about to speak- or lie again, but Dean spoke first, "How about you tell me what you were really doing? What's behind your back?" The tone in his voice burned along with the look in his eyes as he kept them on Vanessa.

"I don't have anything-," she lied. Dean quickly walked up to her and struggled to pull whatever was behind her. Vanessa made small yelps as Dean grabbed a small plastic bag from her hands. Dean saw in the twisted bag was white powder clumped together. He let out an angry huff, "Are you serious, Vanessa?"

"I'm sorry!" She started to sob. Dean held up the bag, "How long?"

"What?"

"How long have you been doing this crap?" His voice raised. Vanessa stuttered, "T-Two and a half months."

"Where the hell did you get this?"

"Some dude in town. He gave it to me for ninety bucks."

"Come on, Ness! Couldn't you have done a less dangerous drug, like pot? At least its not so addictive!"

"You don't know how hurt I am, Dean! It's all my fault he left!" Vanessa cried thinking of how Sam left after he got in an argument with John.

"Stow it, Ness! This," he put the bag in her face, "This is low for you! You're only fifteen! You are way better than this. And it ends today!"

He set his arm down, "I'm flushing it! Dad and Adam will be-."

"Don't tell Adam!" Vanessa grabbed onto his shoulders having tears run down her face, "Don't tell him whatever you do. Tell Dad, I'll deal with it, but not Adam. He can't look at me like that," she begged.

Dean thought for a moment, "Fine, I won't tell either of them," he pointed at her with the hand that had the bag, "This is just a phase, got it. Next time, I'm telling Dad. You hear me?"

Vanessa nodded, "Yeah, just a phase. Got it."

Vanessa snapped back to the present, "Vanessa? What are you talking about?" Sam asked again.

"Nothing. I just think Dean is getting irritated at mirrors being covered."

Sam stood up, "Well, we better get ready, we got a case," Vanessa held out her hand for him to help her up, "A case?"

They pulled up to the Shoemaker's home. There was a funeral happening. When they walked through the door everyone was wearing black and was formal. Vanessa felt uncomfortable there wearing a dark green long sleeve with black shorts and black low top converse.

"Feel like we're underdressed," Dean said to Sam. They kept walking through the house until they are in the backyard.

They find Donna Shoemaker and approach her friends and Lily, "You must be Donna Shoemaker, right?" Dean asked her.

"Yeah."

"Hi, uh—we're really sorry," Sam told her.

"Thank you."

"I'm Sam, this is Dean. We worked with your dad," Donna looks at Charlie confused then back at the Winchesters, "You did?"

"Yeah. This whole thing. I mean, a stroke," Vanessa tried to hide her face, figuring her dad's job was either a high paying job that young people don't get. Especially a nineteen year old and a fifteen year old. Or he worked alone, like at it was, it raised suspicion for a moment.

Charlie went to speak for Donna, "I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now."

"It's okay. I'm okay."

"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" Dean asked.

"No."

Lily turns around, "That's because it wasn't a stroke." Donna became upset with her, "Lily don't say that!"

"What?" Sam's attention went to Lily.

"I'm sorry, she's just upset," Donna said, but Lily stuck with her thought, "No, it happened because of me."

"Sweetie, it didn't."

"Lily," Sam got down on eye level with Lily, "Why would you say something like that?"

Vanessa glanced between the two, "Right before he died, I said it."

"You said what?"

"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror," She paused, but continued, "She took his eyes, that's what she does."

"That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault," Donna tried to make her sister feel better while denying that absurd suggestion.

"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 said, but then questioned her.

"No, I don't think so," Lily sounded very sure of herself.

They went back inside to investigate upstairs. Sam pulled Vanessa to the side before they walked up there, "Hey, um, stay down here okay?"

"You want me sit this one out?"

"Yeah, I think you should. We're just gonna look at mirror and you probably don't want to do that, right?" Sam gave her this puppy dog look, making her nod, "Yeah, I really don't want to."

"Okay just stay down here. We'll be back in a little bit," after a while They went back to the hotel. Adam went for a walk, Dean was researching, and Sam fell asleep on the bed. Vanessa sitting on her bed thinking about her dark days.

Dean was banging on Vanessa's door, "Nessy, open up! It's me, Dean!" Silence was heard. Adam was with Bobby that day while Dean wanted to take Vanessa on a hunt. It was a simple ghost job. When they were done Dean wanted to get Vanessa and head to Bobby's to pick up Adam, "Nessy, come on! We gotta get Addy."

Vanessa didn't answer the door, "I'm coming in!" Dean busted the door open when he kicked it in. No one was in the room, "Nessy?" He searched the room and checked the bathroom, still nothing.

"Dammit!" He opened his cell phone and dialed her number, but it went straight to voice mail, "I have no clue where you are right now, call me-"

He was cut short with loud music and a murmur, "Dean, I'm sorry."

"Nessy! Where are you?" His voice panicked.

"Parttttttyyyyyy... Beaaaaaarrrrrsss..."

The phone hung up causing Dean to run outside to the Impala.

Hours Earlier

Vanessa was dropped off at the motel by Dean, "I'm gonna tell the Joneses that everythings taken care of then I got to go get some stuff for when we got to Bobby's tonight. Be ready okay?" Dean told her.

"Yeah, Okay. See in a couple of hours." Dean looked at her and saw how she still looked rugged, "Take a shower and take a nap or something, you could use it."

"Yes dad," she mocked smirking at him, "I'm just looking out for you."

Vanessa shut the door, "See you soon." The television was running when she got out of the shower. Vanessa put on jeans and a white tank top with a green hoodie. Vanessa laid down on the bed shutting her eyes, but each time she did all she saw was Sam's face and how heartbroken it was. She sat up. The TV wasn't doing much for her so she decided to go on a short walk.

On her walk it turned dark. Vanessa's mind kept returning to the night Sam left home. There was so much she wished she could have done, said, or just changed. She was still not over it and each day it ate at her. Maybe if Sam forgave her it would all be better. Vanessa hasn't spoken to him or called him since then.

She pulled her cell phone and dialed his number, "Please, pick up. Please, pick up," after two rings it went straight to voicemail, as if he ignored her call on purpose.

"Leave a message at the beep," the voicemail said.

"..." Vanessa hung up with watery eyes. She put her phone back in her pocket. He hates her. He doesn't want to talk to her at all. She loved him, and he hates her. Vanessa fell down on the sidewalk and covered her face as she sobbed.

A few young girls walked passed her. When Vanessa glanced up she looked around to see where she was. The girls walked into a what looked like a Fraternity house. They were having a party. Vanessa stood up to go that way. She never went to a party before.

Once inside all of these older college students were there drinking beer and dancing. She stuck like such a sore thumb, being only fifteen going on sixteen. Some boy handed her a beer when she walked by the keg. Vanessa took it and sipped from it.

She passed by a lot of people, but there was one boy that looked like Sam. He had brown shaggy hair and was tall, he even had the cute smile that Vanessa loved, but it wasn't him. Vanessa's mind went back to that night making her hate herself even more. She quickly went to look for a bathroom to wash her face.

Vanessa went to open up the wrong door and saw a bunch of people gathered around a table. They all looked at her and she looked at them. Vanessa's eyes dropped down to what was on the table. It was a familiar white powder that made her forget that night.

A guy wearing a lettermen jacket lifted up his hand that had a rolled up dollar, "Want some, Kid?" Vanessa stepped inside and shut the door.

After what felt like days to Vanessa was only a couple hours. Her nose was sore and she felt nauseous. Her heart was racing so fast making her chest hurt, "I have to get back. Dean's gonna worry. What if he finds out I did this again? What if he tells Adam."

Vanessa panicked making her heart race even more, "Ow!" She clutched her chest, "Ow! It hurts! Is my heart breaking? That's already happened once and it hurt like this!"

"Who broke your heart?" The letterman guy asked feeling dazed.

"My brother, Sam. I loved him and he left me. He hates me, he doesn't know how in love with him I am," Vanessa explained.

The letterman guy laughed, "Your in love with your brother? Gross."

She looked at him, "That's not gross!"

"Listen to yourself."

Vanessa yelled then realized what she was saying, "He's not really my brother! Ew, not like that!"

The letterman guy chuckled in a relaxed way, "Okay that's better. Don't worry about that Dean dude. Here," he pulled out a bottle of pills, "This will calm you down instead of acting like jumping yorkie," he laughed giving Vanessa the bottle.

"How many do I take? One? Two? Twelve?" Vanessa asked. The letterman was off in a daze, "As much as you want, kid."

She opened the bottle and shook out some, "I'll do three," I need to get calm fast. She popped them in her mouth and swallowed, "How long does it take?"

"Give is a minute. Come sit down. You're not gonna want to get up," Vanessa went to lay on a bean bag next to the sofa he was in.

"How old are you?" He asked.

"Fifteen, soon to be sixteen."

"Wow! You party hard," he was impressed. Vanessa shrugged, "This is my first party."

She laid down for a few more minutes until the pills kicked in making her feel like gravity was pushing her down, "I can't move. It feels like my heart is beating so slow."

"You're grounded," the guy chuckled. Vanessa's phone rang. It rung for a while and stopped until she picked it up on voicemail, "Call me!-"

"Dean..." Vanessa looked at the drugs on the table and the guy that was on the sofa, "I'm sorry."

"Nessy! Where are you?"

"Party..." She saw the lettermen's jacket on the guy and noticed the bear, "Bears," was all she managed to say. She hung up and sat there. Drool slowly came out of her mouth as her heart started to feel slower. There was a mirror hanging on a wall near by. Vanessa saw herself, "See you soon," it said. Vanessa's eyes started to slowly shut.

Dean walked through the door and spotted her, "Vanessa! Vanessa, say something!" Dean was shaking her, "Somethiiiiiinnnnnnggggggggg..."

"Come on, Ness, were getting out of here," Dean carried her bridal style out of the house. He placed her in the Impala, "Nessy, we gotta get you in a hospital! You are OD-ing"

"Whateverrrr..." She moaned. Dean's voice panicked again, "Hey! Don't you fall asleep, don't!"

Dean floored it to the nearest hospital. They had her in there for a day and pumped her stomach of the pills. If it wasn't for Dean finding her as quick as he did, she'd be dead.

Vanessa looked up to Dean, "I never said thank you."

"For my devilish good looks?" Dean made a cocky smile. She gave a soft smile, "For saving me."

Dean turned to her, "I had to. Dad would have killed me if something happened to you."

"I am sorry about that time-."

Dean cut her off, "Stop. You're better now and you're here."

Vanessa nodded her head, "Okay."

Dean went back to his research, "You do that to me again though and I'll kick your ass."

Vanessa left out a chuckle, "I'll let you."

Sam made groans in his sleep before waking up, "Why'd you let me fall asleep?"

"Cause I'm an awesome brother," Dean said, "So what did you dream about?"

"Lollipops and candy canes."

"Yeah, sure," Vanessa responded.

"Did you find anything?" Sam asked Dean, sitting up,

"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 fell back on the bed, "Maybe we just haven't found it yet."

"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."

Sam's cell phone was ringing. He went to answer it, "Hello?" Sam's face grew concerned.

AN: Okay so that was the first part. So a lot of it was a flashback of what Vanessa did when Sam was gone (And it seems like she's not so goodie two-shoe or perfect).

Oh and that development of her being freaked out with mirrors, don't worry, it will be important.

Anyway, I'll update soon!