There was a small thud as I dump another newspaper on a growing pile on my left. "Why'd you let me fall asleep?" Sam asked."Cause I'm an awesome brother. So what did you dream about?" Dean replied. I stuck my hand in a chicken chips bag, and pulled out a chip snacking on it.
"Lollipops and candy canes."
"Yeah, sure."
I was sitting in the car again, even though I spend nearly all my time there it was getting annoying, I was tired and a little cranky and craving for a case, luckily we found one in Ohio, a shoemaker died in the bathroom from blood loss, when the body was found the shoemaker, Steven, had no eyes, it was like the popped right out of his head, or they were scratched out.
"Sam, wake up." Dean said when Sam showed signs of having a nightmare. Sam woke up, he sat up a and looked around, I opened the door and got out leaning against the door. We were parked in front of a large building.
After a little convocation between Sam and Dean, they got out of the car and headed for the building, I followed. "You seem happy." Dean observed. "I've been stuck in a car with you two for most of the day, and you smell. Just happy to stretch my legs." I replied skipping next to him. He snorted.
Sam. Dean and I head into a room there's two desks one empty has a nameplate that says: Dr. D. feilkowicz. The other said Murgue Technician. "Hey." The man behind the Murgue technician said drawing our attention to him. "Hey." Dean replied. "Can I help you?" He asked. "Yeah. We're the, uh...med students."
"Sorry?"
"Oh, Doctor-" dean stumble over the name pronunciation. "-Figlavitch didn't tell you?"
"We talked to him on the phone. He, uh, we're from Ohio State." Dean continued. I stood next to Sam."He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper."Dean lied fluently "I'm sorry, he's at lunch." The tech guy informed. "Oh well he said, uh-" Dean started. "-oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?" "Sorry, I can't."
"Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want."
"An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then." Dean looked at Sam and I. I nodded as Sam said yeah. "Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out-" the technician cut dean off. "Uh, look, man...no." Dean laughed a little and turned around. "I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear." Sam and I both hit him in the arm. He scowled. Sam stepped in front of Dean and opened his wallet and pulled out a few twenties, he put them on the desk. The morgue tech guy picked up the money. "Follow me." The morgue tech guy got up and left when Sam tried to follow Dean grabbed Sam. I decided to not move from my spot.
"Dude, I earned that money." I rolled my eyes. "You won it in a poker game." I said before pushing past them and following MTG (morgue tech guy) "Yeah." Dean said as Sam followed me and MTG.
"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." Said Sam as we entered a room. He pulled back the sheet that covered Steven's face. "More than that. They practically liquefied." MTG said stepping back. "Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?" I asked stepping forward and inspecting his eyes, or where they were meant to be. It was gruesome, you could see all the veins and other stuff where the eyes once was. I grimaced in disgust, my stomach seemed to do a flip but soon settled.
"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone."the MTG replied. "What's the official cause of death." I asked moving to the shoemakers right side. "Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure." He replied. "What do you mean?" Sam asked. I stepped back and headed over to Dean and Sam. Dean looked at me with a small smile on his face, I rolled my eyes.
"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."
"The eyes, what would cause something like that?" Sam asked.
"Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims."
"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked.
"That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the Doctor."
"Hey, think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh...our paper." Dean asked.
"I'm not really supposed to show you that." The MTG replied. Sam pulled out his wallet in annoyance and gave the MTG some more money.
"Might not be one of ours. Might just be some freak medical thing." Sam said as we walked down the stairs. "No, I have never seen anything like that before, I've seen strokes and all sorts of things but nothing Ike that." I said. Sam grabbed my arm and spun me around. "You got a job at the hospital?" He asked shocked with a hint of admiration. I nodded. "Dad and Dean didn't like it though." I grinned cheekily.
"Oi! Gigantor twins! Are you coming or are you going to stay here and plait each other's hair?" Dean said from the bottom of the staircase. I chuckled. And followed Dean. "Alright Mr. impatient, let's go talk to the daughter." I said as Sam followed us down the stairs and out the door.
Dean,Sam and I walked into the funeral, there was a small-ish crowd of attendees, both men and woman were wearing black. "Feel like we're underdressed." Dean said as we walked."We are underdressed." I stated. Dean rolled his eyes.
"You must be Donna, right?" Dean asked as we approached a girl sitting with her friends. "Yeah." She replied looking at as. "Hi, uh-we're really sorry." I said softly. "Thank you." She replied simply. "I'm Alexia, this is Dean and this is Sam. We worked with your dad." I said. Donna looked at the girl next to her, puzzled. "You did?" She asked."Yeah. This whole thing. I mean, a stroke." Dean said. "I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now." The girl next to her informed, her tone a becoming more distrusting by the second. "It's okay. I'm okay." Donna reassured. "Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" Dean asked. "No." Donna said. The younger girl turned around. "That's because it wasn't a stroke." She said. Dean and Sam shared a look. "Lily, don't say that." Donna said, mental note: the little girls name is Lily, and she's seen/done something. "What?" Sam asked. "I'm sorry, she's just upset."
"No, it happened because of me."
"Sweetie, it didn't."
"Lily." Sam said crouching down till he was at eye level with lily. "Why would you say something like that?" "Right before he died, I said it." She replied. "You said what?" Dean asked. "Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror." There was a pause "She took his eyes, that's what she does."
"That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault." Donna said reassuringly. "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. "No, I don't think so." Lily replied.
Sam, Dean and I walked down the hallway of the dead shoemakers house. Sam pushed the bathroom door open and looked at the floor.
.
Focus on one of the mirrors. Sam and Dean are seen in the mirror approaching it, then rounding the corner. There was still some dried blood on the floor, I stepped into the room.
"The Bloody Mary legend...Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?" Sam asked. "Not that I know of." Dean replied stepping into the bathroom. Sam stoops to the floor and touches the dried blood, I opened the cabinet and peeked inside. "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 closing the cabinet and turning around. "Yeah, well, maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening." Sam said. Dean looked at Sam."The place where the legend began?" He asked.
I shrugged and opened the medicine cabinet. Sam got up and walked over to me Dean was standing next to me. "But according to the legend, the person who says B-" Sam paused, looking at the mirror, he closed it. "The person who says you know what gets it. But here-"
"Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah." Dean said. "Right." Sam nodded."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." Dean said. I nodded.
"It's worth checking in to." Sam said. I did a mini celebration dance in my head.
"What are you doing up here?" A girl possibly 17-16 years old demanded as we exited the bathroom. Oh dear. "We-we, had to go to the bathroom." Dean said truthfully.
"Who are you?" She asked suspiciously. "Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad." I said.
"He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself."she explained."No, I know, I meant-" I tried. "And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that? So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming." She threatened.
"All right, all right. We think something happened to Donna's dad." Sam explained."Yeah, a stroke." Like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "That's not a sign of a typical stroke. We think it might be something else." I said. "Like what?" She snapped.
"Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth."
"So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead." Dean said.
"Who are you, cops?"
Sam looked over his shoulder at Dean and I. "Yeah, Something like that." I said. "I'll tell you what. Here." Sam said, pulls out a piece of paper. "Pen, please." I pulled out a pen from my own pocket and handed it to him. He stated writing something and handed it to the teen. "If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary...just give us a call." He said before walking down the hallway. Dean and I followed him.
Sam, Dean and I walked into a library, it was rather dark for that 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 facing Sam and I. "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 walked into the actual library. "All right so what are we supposed to be looking for?" I asked.
"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."
"Well that sounds annoying." Dean said. This, is going to be a long day. "No it won't be so bad, as long as we..." He trailed off as he looked at the computers which all say out of order. He chuckled "I take it back. This will be very annoying."
There was a small thud as I dump another newspaper on a growing pile on my left. "Why'd you let me fall asleep?" Sam asked."Cause I'm an awesome brother. So what did you dream about?" Dean replied. I stuck my hand in a chicken chips bag, and pulled out a chip snacking on it.
"Lollipops and candy canes."
"Yeah, sure."
"Did you find anything?" Sam asked. I opened a new newspaper thingy, a babysitter was arrested for the murder of three children. I grimaced. God, humans. "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."
"What about you Lexie?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing, I found three Mary's but none of them died even near a mirror." I replied flicking through the pages. "Maybe we just haven't found it yet." Sam said falling backwards onto the bed again. "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, man I hope so, BM (Bloody Mary) gives me the creeps.
Sam cell phone rang. I leaned back and closed my eyes, I was sitting on a bean bag, yes, a bean bag, cool right?
"Hello?" I heard Sam say.
I was sitting on a bench next to Charlie, the girl whom sam gave his number too, she was crying, I rubbed her back comfortingly,
"And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her-her eyes. They were gone." She explained crying. "I'm sorry." Sam said. "And she said it." Dean and I looked up at Sam "I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?" She asked. "No, you're not insane." I said patting her on the back. "Oh God, that makes me feel so much worse." She said. "Look. We think something's happening here. Something that can't be explained." Sam said in a more hushed voice. "And we're gonna stop it but we could use your help." Dean finished, I looked at them, what the hell were they planning.
Dean, Sam and I were standing outside of Jill's room, sam had sent Charlie in to get access to Jill's room so she can sneak us in, no idea why we couldn't pose as FBI or whatever but hey, it's not like they listen too me, much. There was a click as Charlie unlocked the window and slid it open, I climbed in first and turned around catching the duffle bag that was thrown at me unexpectedly. Dean grinned cheekily. I rolled my eyes and put the duffle bag on the bed and started searching through the bag. "What did you tell Jill's mom?" I asked pulling out two digital camera's and fumbling around with it. "Just that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things." Dean closed the curtains as Sam took the first camera.
"I hate lying to her."
"Trust us, this is for the greater good. Hit the lights." Dean said. I did. "What are you guys looking for?" Charlie asked. "We'll let you know as soon as we find it." Dean respond as Sam hands a camera to Dean."Hey, night vision." Dean turned the night vision on for him. "Perfect." Sam aimed the digital camera at Dean. "Do I look like Paris Hilton?" He asked jokingly, I scoffed, typical Dean. Sam walked towards Jill's closet and opened it as I walked around the room.
"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 asked. "Beats me." Dean replied. Sam closed the door."I want to know why Jill said it in the first place." Dean said. "It's just a joke." Charlie replied. I rolled my eyes, sure, a joke, it's always a joke. "Yeah well somebody's gonna say it again, it's just a matter of time." Dean said.
{Sam and I are in the bathroom Sam had the camera and I had a torch tucked away in my jacket, occasionally pulling it out too see something. I scanned the area, opening doors and such when I noticed the mirror, a dark liquid was trickling out from behind the mirror.
"Hey, Sam." I said, he turned to face me with the camera. "Look," I said pointing at the mirror. Sam, took a few steps forward examining it through the camera. "Hey," he called out to the others. Dean and Charlie looked at Sam. "There's a black light in the trunk, right?"
Sam carried the mirror out of the bathroom and laid it on Jill's bed I pulled a black light out of the as Sam Peeled the brown paper off the back of the mirror, i hoovered the black light above the back of the mirror, you could see a handprint. "Gary Bryman." I read aloud.
"Gary Bryman?" Charlie repeated questioningly. "You know who that is?" Sam asked.
"No."
Sam and I walked up to the bench that Dean and Charlie were sitting had just gone back to our hotel room to find out who Gary Bryman was. "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 informed.
"Oh my God." Charlie said in shock, and realisation. "What?" I asked. "Jill drove that car."
Dean: "We need to get back to your friend Donna's house."
We arrived at Donna's house and pretty much went straight to the bathroom, Dean had the black light this time and shone it on the back of the mirror, like the one in Jill's room, it has a handprint and a name. "Linda Shoemaker." I murmured. "Why are you asking me this?" Donna demanded downstairs, "Look, we're sorry, but it's important." Sam insisted. "Yeah. Linda's my mom okay? She overdosed on sleeping pills, it was an accident, and that's it. I think you should leave." She said getting up.
"Now Donna, just listen." Dean started. "Get out of my house!" She said running upstairs
"Oh my God. Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?" Charlie said putting the pieces together. "Maybe." Sam said, I stood up. "I think I should stick around." She said standing up as well. "All right. Whatever you do, don't-" Dean started, Charlie cut him off. "Believe me, I won't say it."
Dean, Sam and I were sitting at the hotel, Dean and I were on computers and Sam was looking at things posted on a bulletin board. "Wait, wait, wait, you're doing a nationwide search?" I asked shocked. "Yep. The NCIC, the FBI database-at this point any Mary who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me." Dean said. I raised my eyebrows. "You are really sick of this case already aren't you?" I mused, He glared at me.
"But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town." Sam said. "I'm telling you there's nothing local, I've checked. So unless you got a better idea-" Dean was cut off by me.
"The way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern." I said.
Dean: "I know, I was thinking the Same thing." Dean said. "With mister Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run." Sam injected, "Both had secrets where people died." I continued. "Right. I mean 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." Sam said. "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 concluded. "Whether you're the one that summoned her or not." I added.
"Take a look at this." Dean said, I peered over his shoulder a woman was lying by a mirror in a puddle of blood, Dean printed out a picture and handed it to Sam. I nicked it off Sam and look at it, it had a handprint and the name 'Tre' on it. "Looks like the same handprint." I said handing the picture back to Sam. "Her name was Mary Worthington-an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana." Dean informed. "So, we're going to Indiana?" I asked, looking at Dean.
Fort Wayne, Indiana
"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. "You boys said you were reporters?" The detective asked.
"We know Mary was 19," Sam started.
"lived by herself." I added.
"We know she won a few local beauty contests," Sam continued.
"Dreamt of getting out of Indiana, being an actress." I said.
"And we know the night of March 29th someone broke into her apartment and murdered her," Sam stated.
"cut out her eyes with a knife." I informed.
The detective looked at us weirdly. "Twins." Dean informed he nodded. "That's right." He said. "See sir, when we asked you what happened, we wanted to know what you think happened." Sam said.
He led us to someplace where he pulled out a few files. "Technically I'm not supposed to have a copy of this." He said opening the file revealing the picture we found on the computer. "Now see that there? T-R-E?" The detective said. "Yeah." Dean nodded. "I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer." He informed. It makes sense. "You know who it was?" Dean asked. "Not for sure. But there was a local man, a surgeon-Trevor Sampson." He replied pulling out a picture of a man. "And I think her cut her up good."
"Now why would he do something like that?" Sam asked."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." The detective informed. "Yeah but how do you know it was Sampson who killed her?" Dean asked.
"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. "No. No prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous."
"Is he still alive?" Dean asked. "Nope." The detective sat down and sighed. "If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guy's secret. But she never could."
"Where's she buried?" Sam asked. "She wasn't. She was cremated."
"What about that mirror" Sam nodded at the one in the picture. "It's not in some evidence lockup somewhere is it?" He asked. "Ah, no. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago." The detective replied. "You have the names of her family by any chance?" Sam asked, the detective nodded.
We were back in the car again, Sam was on the phone talking to Mary's family about the mirror. "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." He hung up.
"So?" Dean demanded.
"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 wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" I asked leaning forward. "Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow." Sam replied. "Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" I 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."
"So Mary dies in front of a mirror, and it draws in her spirit." Dean said. "Yeah but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?" Sam asked. "I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it." Dean said. I rolled my eyes, always the violent type. "Yeah, I don't know, maybe." I was about to say something when Sam's cellphone rings, I glared at it as Sam picked it up. "Hello?" There was silence then, "Charlie?" His voice was laced with concern, this can not be good.
We were back at the hotel and throwing blankets over mirror facing them on the floor closing the curtains and such, Charlie was sitting on the bed with her head on her knees. "Hey, hey it's ok. Hey, you can open up your eyes Charlie. It's okay, all right?" Sam said as he sat next to her. Charlie looked 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." Sam said, "But I can't keep that up forever. I'm gonna die, aren't I?" She said scared. Poor girl. "No. No. Not anytime soon."
"All right Charlie. We need to know what happened." Dean said as he sat on the bed as well, I walked into the kitchen sort of area planning to make something for them too eat. "We were in the bathroom. Donna said it." She explained. "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?" Sam asked. I put seven has Browns in the oven and walked off and sat on the bed.
"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 said, she put her head back on her knees and started crying again.
"You know her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault." I said in the back seat of the impala, again. "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." Sam said. "I guess." I said understanding what he said. "You know, I've been thinking. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror." Sam said.
"Why, what do you mean?" Dean asked. "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 explained.
"Well how do you know that's going to work?"
"I don't, not for sure."
"Well who's gonna summon her?" I asked. "I will. She'll come after me." Sam said. "No-" I started. Dean cut me off. "You know what, that's it." He pulled the car 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." Dean pretty much ranted.
"I don't blame you."
"Well you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done." I said. "I could've warned her."
"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 said.
"No you don't."
"I don't what?"
"You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?" If Sam had a secret, then I gotta keep him away from the mirrors somehow take his place, but how? Dean looked surprised. "No. 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. 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." I shook my head. "No, Sam, I'll do it." I said. Dean groaned. "Oh, let me guess, you've got a secret as well?" I flinched at the tone he was using. Sam looked at me worriedly. "Everyone has their secrets, Dean." Dean slumber back in his seat. "You two are truly twins." He said. "What do you mean?" Sam and I said in unison. "Well, both of you have secrets and are reluctant to tell me what they are, what are you guilty of Alex? Hey? is it the monsters we killed? Are you guilty of that?" Guilt washed over me. "I can't tell you."
Somehow, Sam and I won the argument, but I didn't win the one about calling Bloody Mary, at the moment Sam was trying to pick the lock, there was a click and the door swung open, rows upon rows of mirrors were piled up around the shop, all standing upright. I groaned inwardly, one mirror, amongst all this. "Well...that's just great." Dean said, he pulled out the picture of Mary's dead body. "Alright, let's start looking." He said after examining the mirror one more time. We all split up, Dean going south, Sam going north and me going west. "Maybe they've already sold it." Dean said. I headed over to the big mirrors non of them matched the mirror in the picture. "I don't think so." Came Sam voice, I looked up and walked over to him. Dean pulled out the picture to compare them. "That's it." He sighed. "You sure about this?" Sam handed Dean the flashlight and I gave him the crowbar. Sam sighed. "Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." He looked at Dean who gives Sam an uncertain look, every instinct in my body told me to take the crowbar, push Sam away from the mirror and do it myself, but I couldn't, Sam was still taller than me, and he'd be pissed. Maybe.. "Bloody Mary." To late. Dean turned around. A light was coming through the store, I cursed inwardly. Cops, probably. "I'll go check that out. Stay here, be careful." Sam readied the crowbar again. "Smash anything that moves." Dean continued as he crawled towards the door (not literally). I followed him then stopped near a window, I peered out. Dean had gone out and was now chatting with the police.
The sound of a mirror being smashed was heard right behind me, I whipped around too see Sam had smashed a mirror, I picked up my crowbar and smashed another one that Mary was in. "Come on, come into this one." Sam said now facing Mary's mirror again. I hurried back to the window, Dean was still out there, the police surrounded him. I looked back at Sam and my eyes widened, he's eyes were bleeding and he was clutching his heart, having trouble breathing. His reflection was saying something, I couldn't quiet make our what it was saying I rushed forward.
"You never told her the truth—who you really were." Sam is now falling towards the ground, I catch him, pain pricked at my eyes as I grab my crowbar. "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!" I raised the crowbar, blood trickled down my cheek. "And you! You thought you could control it, you thought that you can hunt without hurting someone, well, he's dead, and who killed him? You! You killed him. You watched him burn and you didn't save him." By this time I had collapsed, narrowly missing Sam. Before it continued, Dean's crowbar flew into the mirror, shattering it. Sam and I gasped for breath.
"Sam, Sammy!" Dean said as he bent down and looked at Sam. "It's Sam." He chuckled slightly. "God, are you okay?" I stood up shakily. "Uh, yeah." Sam replied. "Come on, come on." Dean said as he pulled Sam up. "Alex." Dean called. I hurried over and copied Dean, putting Sam's other arm around my neck. We began walking out. Movement drew my attention back too the mirror, Mary was crawling out of the frame of the smashed mirror, a lot like Samara coming out of the TV in The Ring. She was now crawling over broken glass towards us. Once again pain pricked at my eyes as they started bleeding again. Mary walked towards us, the next thing I know is that I'm on the ground in pain, again. Through the pain and blurriness I saw Dean reach for a mirror and puts it in front of her, genius, I must say, forcing her to see her own reflection.
"You killed them! All those people! You killed them!" Her reflection said. She started choking before melting into a pile of blood, a few seconds later the sound of a mirror smashing sounded throughout the now quiet shop. "Hey guys?" Dean said. "Yeah?" Sam replied. "This has got to be like...what? 600 years of bad luck?" I think we all chuckled weakly, through the broken glass and blood, we made our way back to the car a few minutes later.
The next morning came quicker than I anticipated, Sam, Dean and I had cleaned up and we were now driving Charlie to her house.
"So this is really over?" She asked as we pulled up in front of her house. I nodded. "Yeah, it's over." I reassured her. "Thank you." Dean shook her hand before she got out of the car. She begins heading for her house.
"Charlie?" Sam called out, Charlie turned 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." He said, I looked at him, nice advice man. Charlie smiled faintly and turns around and heads to the house.
Dean gently hit Sam. "That's good advice." Dean started driving. "Hey Sam?" "Yeah?" Sam replied. "Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret is."
"Look...you're my brother and I'd die for you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself." Sam said, I sighed, I guess i'll have to ask him later, strangely enough, Dean didn't push it. Sam looked out of the window and I closed my eyes and bobbed my head to the music.
It was around 8:30 when I got Sam alone. "Hey, Sam?" "Hmm?" He looked up. "I-I heard whatMary said, and I'm wondering, what did she mean? What are you hiding from us?" He sighed a defeated sigh. "Promise not to tell Dean?" He asked. I nodded my head. "Promise." I swore. "A few weeks before it happened, I kept on having dreams about it, exactly as it happened, it was like a vision that kept on repeating myself." I nodded. "That explains a few things." I said. "What about you? What's your deep and dark secret?" He asked. It was my turn to sigh. "I can, control/manipulate fire, but I can't fully control it, i was on a hunt by myself and a guy insisted on hunting with me, I got angry and he caught on fire, there was nothing I could do." Deaths, that all that happened. The next minute, we were hugging each other, and for that moment, we felt safe, we felt like we didn't have to look over our shoulders anymore, but I also truly felt like a mother with a young boy when Sam started crying, then and there, I made promise, the same promise I've made to myself a thousand times, I would never let anything happen to my little brother, who is annoyingly taller than me.