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I do not own any of the characters (except for Alex and any other original characters) and I do not own any of the story lines.
Chapter 8: Reflection
"Sam, wake up!"
Sam jolted awake, sitting up quickly. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and looked at his surroundings. He was in the Impala with Alex and Dean. It was the middle of the day, sun streaming in through the car windows. Sam looked at his brother.
"I take it I was having a nightmare?" he asked.
"Yeah," said Dean grimly.
Sam nodded and looked out his window silently for a few minutes, the only sound when Alex flipped the pages of her magazine.
"So, are we there yet?" asked Sam after brooding for a few more minutes.
"Yep. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio," answered Dean.
He reached up onto the dashboard, grabbing a newspaper. He threw it into Sam's lap and pointed to the obituary that had brought them to Toledo. After a few minutes, Sam set the paper back down.
"What do you think really happened to this guy?"
"That's what we're here to find out," replied Dean.
He pulled the car up to the curb in front of the morgue. Sam and Dean got out of the car and Alex climbed in the driver's seat, the keys still in the ignition.
"Sis, go find a motel. We'll call when we're done."
"Got it, big bro. Stay safe."
She drove away and the boys walked up the steps to enter the morgue. They approached the front desk.
"Hi. We're the medical students here to take a look at Mr. Schumaker's corpse," said Dean.
The man who was seated at the front desk stared them down.
"Well, I was never given word to help you all."
"Look man, we-" started Dean, but the man cut him off.
"Look man, I'm not supposed to help you."
The man shuffled a few papers around, not looking at them. Dean looked at Sam, who reached into his pockets and took out a $100 bill. He slid it across the desk to the man, who looked at Sam, eyebrows raised. He stuffed it into his pockets and stood up, clearing his throat.
"Gentlemen. Follow me."
The Winchester brothers followed the worker to the back of the morgue. The man pulled out the body and Sam and Dean looked at it, showing no emotion whatsoever.
"We understand that his oldest daughter found him and said that his eyes were bleeding. Do you know what would cause that?" asked Sam, turning to look at the morgue worker.
The corpse's eyes were completely missing and Dean was trying to find anything else that was unusual. The coroner rolled his eyes.
"I don't know, maybe a stroke."
"Alright. Do you think that we could look at the police report?" asked Dean, finally turning away from the corpse.
"Sure. Shell out some more money."
The coroner grinned evilly and Sam sighed. He pulled out another $100 bill and handed it to the man, who immediately pocketed it.
"Follow me, boys."
After another hour in the morgue, Dean and Sam walked out the front doors into the bright afternoon sun. They began walking down the steps, Sam pulling at his tie.
"Maybe it's just some freak medical thing," he suggested.
"When has it ever been just some freak medical thing?" snapped Dean.
Sam sighed, knowing Dean was right.
"Almost never. Come on, let's call Alex. We need to talk to oldest daughter."
Dean nodded as Sam pulled out his cell phone and dialed Alex's number.
Alex pulled the Impala into a parking spot in front of their new motel room door. She turned off the car and hopped out, Sam and Dean following right behind her. They walked up to the room door, Alex unlocking it with her key. They stepped inside and Dean shut the door behind him.
"So, we need to talk to the oldest daughter," said Sam, sitting on his bed.
"Yeah, there's a memorial for Mr. Schumaker today at the house. The address is on the table."
Alex nodded over to the kitchen table in their motel room and Dean picked up the slip of paper with the Schumaker family's address written on it. He grinned and walked over to Alex, kissing the top of her head.
"Good work, sis."
Alex smiled brightly.
"I feel under dressed," said Dean.
They were at the Schumaker family's house the next afternoon to talk to the oldest daughter of the deceased. Dean and Sam had on jeans and long sleeved shirts while Alex had thrown on a nice looking skirt and a blouse. She rolled her eyes.
"I told you two, but you wouldn't listen."
She smirked at them.
"Come on, we have to find the oldest daughter. Her name is Donna."
They entered the house and saw multiple people milling around, eating in the kitchen and crying in the living room. All were dressed nicely and in black. Dean grabbed at the collar of his shirt awkwardly and Alex grinned at how uncomfortable he was. They walked into the living room and saw an older teenage girl holding a Kleenex in her hand, dabbing at her tears as she stood with a group of her young friends. They walked over to her purposefully.
"Donna?" asked Sam.
The girl looked over at them.
"Yes?" she questioned warily.
"I'm Sam. This is Alex and Dean. We worked with your father."
"Yeah, I'm sorry for your loss. A stroke, wow," said Dean.
"Well, it's unfortunate," said Donna.
She began to tear up again and the girl next to her rubbed her shoulder reassuringly.
"That's because it wasn't a stroke!" said the young girl on Donna's left side.
Donna glared at the girl and she cowered into the cushions of the couch that she was currently sitting on.
"Wait, what do you mean?" asked Sam.
His eyebrows pulled together with confusion.
"It was my fault," whispered the young girl.
She bit her lip nervously and wouldn't look into Sam's face. Sam glanced up at his siblings and crouched down to the girl's eye level.
"Why would you say that?"
The girl looked up at him.
"Because I said Bloody Mary three times in the bathroom mirror. She takes your eyes, that's what she does."
"Lilly, don't say that," said Donna.
She pulled Lilly into her side and hugged her close as she took a seat beside her on their couch.
"Well, your dad didn't say it, did he?" asked Alex.
"No, I don't think so."
Lilly looked down at the floor while Dean looked over at his siblings.
The Winchesters were in the kitchen only a few minutes later, Dean eating some food and Alex looking at him with disgust. Sam stood next to her on her right.
"We have to get upstairs and look at that mirror," said Sam.
Alex nodded and hit Dean on the arm, hard.
"Ow," whined Dean, his mouth full of little smoked sausages.
"Come on."
Dean stuffed one more smoked sausage into his already very full mouth and then he followed his siblings upstairs.
Alex and Dean stood in the doorway of the bathroom, looking out in case anyone came upstairs. Sam was looking for any clues in the bathroom. Alex sighed and turned around to face Sam. Dean did the same.
"I don't get it. People play this game all over the world. Why are they dying here?" asked Alex.
"What are you doing up here?" asked a voice from directly behind them
All of them turned towards the voice and saw Donna's close friend standing in the doorway.
"Um, we had to go to the bathroom," said Dean.
Alex rolled her eyes at his lame excuse.
"Tell me the truth or I start screaming."
The girl raised her eyebrows, daring them to call her bluff.
"Okay, alright. Something bad happened to Donna's dad and we're trying to stop it from happening again," explained Sam.
The girl nodded hesitantly and Sam stood up, walking over to her. He handed her a slip of paper.
"Here's my number. Call if you need us."
He walked away, Alex and Dean following directly behind him.
"There has to be a girl that died in front of a mirror," said Dean.
The Winchesters were at the library, looking for the cause of the death.
"We're looking for a girl named Mary that died in front of a mirror," said Sam, trying to narrow the search.
"Well, that will be incredibly annoying since every computer isn't working."
Alex pointed to the row of out of order computers. Sam and Dean turned to look as well.
"Fuck," said Dean.
Sam sighed, frustrated. He ran a hand over his scruffy face.
"Well, I guess we better start researching."
Alex opened the motel room door and trudged inside, tired from their day at the library. Sam and Dean followed and Dean fell onto his bed in his clothes. He stared at his twin siblings. Alex was lying on her bed, staring at the TV while Sam was lying on the very small couch.
"That was so exhausting," said Alex, closing her eyes.
Within minutes, she had fallen asleep in her clothes. Dean chuckled and Sam smiled.
"I'll tuck her in. Go to sleep, bro," said Sam.
Dean gave him a thumbs up sign using his fingers and then he closed his eyes, falling asleep very quickly.
A few hours later, Sam woke up very violently. Sweat was dripping down his back. Alex and Dean looked at him from the table, Alex sipping a cup of warm coffee and Dean eating a breakfast sandwich from the motel buffet.
"Why'd you let me fall asleep?" asked Sam, his voice hoarse from sleep.
"Because we're awesome siblings," said Dean.
"What did you dream about?" asked Alex, grabbing a piece of bacon off of Dean's very full plate.
"Lollipops and candy canes," replied Sam, very sarcastically.
Dean glanced at Alex after Sam said this and Alex sighed sadly.
"Did you find anything new?"
Sam sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bed, rubbing his face with his hand.
"Absolutely nothing. No Marys, at least," said Alex, eating the bacon she had stolen from Dean's plate earlier.
Suddenly, Sam's cell phone began ringing and he grabbed it off of the dresser next to his bed. He flipped it open and put it up to his ear.
"Hello?"
Dean pulled the car up to the curb at the nearest local park and he climbed out of his car with Sam. They walked over to see Donna's close friend, Charlie, sitting on a bench. She was crying profusely and they both walked over, sitting on either side of her.
"And they found her on the bathroom floor. Her… her eyes were gone."
Charlie began sobbing once more. Sam sighed sadly.
"I'm really sorry."
Charlie looked at him, wiping her eyes with her Kleenex.
"She said it. I heard her say it. But she couldn't die because of that, right?"
Charlie looked between them for reassurance and found none, causing her eyes to well up with even more tears.
"We think that something is happening here," said Sam.
"And we're going to stop it. But we need your help," said Dean.
Charlie nodded.
"Of course. I'll do anything to help."
Charlie entered her friend Jill's room, the girl who had just been killed. Charlie quickly shut and locked Jill's bedroom door behind her. She dashed to the window, unlocking it and pushing it open. Alex, Dean, and Sam climbed inside.
"What'd you tell Jill's mom?" asked Sam.
"I told her that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things."
Sam nodded and helped his brother and sister set up things around Jill's room. Dean shut the window and closed the curtains while Alex turned off the lights. The room was thrown into darkness and Charlie took deep breaths.
"W-what are you guys looking for?" asked Charlie, trying to calm herself down.
"We'll let you know when we do," said Dean, inspecting the room with his EMF meter.
Sam had his video camera out and it was turned to night vision. He was inspecting the mirrors. Alex was standing with Charlie, helping her stay calm in the dark.
"I just don't understand how Mary picks her victims. The first one doesn't summon her, but the second one does."
"Yeah, well, I want to know why Jill said it in the first place," said Dean, turning to look at Charlie.
Charlie simply shrugged her very delicate shoulders.
"It was just a joke."
"Hey, I've got something," said Sam.
He set his camera down in the sink and pulled the mirror from the wall. He tore the paper off of the back of the mirror. He then grabbed the camera and ran it over the back of the mirror, revealing a hand-print and a name on the back. Dean looked at it questioningly.
"Harry Briman?" asked Charlie, confusion evident in her voice.
"Do you know who that is?" asked Alex.
Charlie shook her head.
Alex and Charlie were sitting at the park bench once more when Dean and Sam pulled up to the curb. They got out of the car and walked over to the two girls.
"So, Harry Briman was an eight year old boy. Two years ago, he was killed in a hit and run accident. The car was described as a black Toyota Camry. Nobody saw the plates or the driver," said Sam.
He stood in front of Charlie and Dean was standing next to him.
"Oh my God," said Charlie, realization coloring her tone of voice.
She looked at all three of them.
"Jill drove that car."
Dean looked at Sam and Alex.
"I think that we need to go back to Donna's house."
At Donna's house, the bathroom mirror was now on the floor and Sam was looking at it with his camera. Dean and Alex stood over him.
"Linda Schumaker," read Alex.
All three of the siblings sighed frustratingly.
"Why are you asking me all of this?" asked Donna.
"We're sorry," said Sam.
"Yeah. Linda was my mom. She overdosed on sleeping pills. It was an accident. Now, I think you should leave," said Donna.
Sam tried to talk, but Donna stood up very swiftly.
"Get out of my house!"
She stormed up the stairs and seconds later, a door was slammed shut. Charlie looked at Sam, Alex, and Dean.
"Do you really think that her dad could have killed her mom?"
"Maybe," answered Sam.
The siblings were back at the motel, trying to solve the mystery of Mary.
"You're doing a nationwide search?" asked Sam, surprised.
Dean was on Sam's laptop and he nodded.
"Yep. Right now, any Mary who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me."
"But if she's haunting this particular town, she should have died in this town," said Alex.
"I am telling you, there's nothing local. I've already checked everything."
Dean resumed his searching.
"The way Mary is choosing her victims. There's a pattern," said Alex.
Sam pulled up a chair next to Dean and Alex pulled one up on Dean's other side.
"Both had secrets where people died," said Dean.
Alex bit her lip nervously and looked away, but neither one of her brothers noticed. She began picking at her nails nervously, as well.
"There's an awful lot of folklore about mirrors out there. They can see all your lies," said Sam.
"So, Mary sees your lies and then punishes you for it," said Alex.
"Yeah. Hey, take a look at this."
Dean hit print and printed out a few pictures from an online article. He spread them out all over the top of the kitchen table and they all looked at them together. Sam picked one up.
"Her name's Mary Worthington. Unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana."
Dean looked over at Sam.
"Let's go check this case out."
Sam nodded agreeably.
"Lex, stay here and watch out for Donna and Charlie. Go to school with them," said Dean.
He began throwing stuff into his duffel bag.
"Great. I get to be the babysitter."
Alex rolled her eyes and sat on the edge of her bed.
"We'll be back as soon as we can. You know the drill: salt the windows."
Dean looked at her and she nodded.
"Be back soon," said Sam.
He kissed her forehead reverently and followed Dean out the motel room door.
"Mary Worthington. That one still gets me."
Sam and Dean were now in Fort Wayne, Indiana, talking to the detective that had worked on the unsolved case that was forty years old. They were sitting on his couch as he answered all of their questions.
"You boys reporters?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. What exactly happened?" asked Dean.
"Well, what do you know?"
"We know that Mary was 19 years old. We know that she won some beauty pageants here and there. And we also know that on March 29th forty years ago, someone broke into her home and brutally murdered her," replied Sam.
He looked over at the old man.
"You see, we want to know what you think happened," said Dean.
The man smiled and stood up. He walked over to his desk and grabbed a picture from off of it. He handed it over to them.
"I'm not supposed to have this."
Dean and Sam looked at the photo together.
"See this?"
The man pointed to some letters in the picture and the boys nodded.
"T.R.E. I think that Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer."
Dean looked over at the man.
"Do you know who it was?"
"No."
The man pulled another picture from off of his desk. It was a picture of a smiling man.
"But there was this local man, a surgeon. Trevor Sampson. I think he cut her up real good."
"Why would he do that?" asked Sam.
"Mary mentioned a man that she was seeing. She always called him T. Her last diary entry, she was going to tell T's wife of the affair."
The man looked at them.
"How do you know it was Sampson?" asked Dean.
"It's hard to say, but the way her eyes were cut out was professional."
"But you never proved it," stated Sam.
"No prints, no witnesses. He was incredibly meticulous."
The man sat down in a chair across from them.
"Is he still alive?" asked Dean, putting the pictures back down onto the coffee table directly in front of him.
"Nope. If you ask me, Mary spent her very last moments trying to expose this guy's secret, but she never could."
The man sighed sadly.
"Where's she buried?" asked Dean.
"She was cremated," answered the old detective.
"What about the mirror in the picture?" asked Sam.
"It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago."
"Do you have their names?"
Donna, Charlie and Alex walked into the bathroom at school. Donna began applying her lip gloss, looking in the mirror.
"Why were you at my house the other day?" she suddenly asked Alex.
Alex looked very taken aback, but recovered incredibly quickly.
"Look, we were only trying to help. Look, Donna, you have to believe me."
"What? About Bloody Mary?"
Donna rolled her eyes and returned to looking in the mirror, checking her appearance.
"Look, we know that it sounds crazy," whispered Charlie.
"Crazy doesn't even begin to cover it. First, my sister and now you two?" asked Donna, her tone disgusted.
"But the way that your dad died. And Jill," said Charlie.
"Okay then."
Before Alex knew what was happening, Donna had turned back to the mirror, said "Bloody Mary" three times into the mirror, and had then turned back to face Charlie and Alex.
"See? Nothing happened."
"Why would you do that?" asked Charlie.
"Oh my God. There really is something wrong with you two."
Donna walked out of the girl's restroom, leaving Alex and Charlie in her wake.
"Come on, let's get to class."
Alex sat in Biology, twirling her hair around her finger as she listened to her teacher drone on. She glanced over at the glass windows that looked out into the hallway and saw the Bloody Mary evil spirit looking into the classroom at her.
"AAH!"
She screamed incredibly loudly and jumped out of her seat, causing the whole classroom to look back at her. She looked at the floor as she quickly ran out of the room.
Sam was in the passenger seat of the Impala as Dean was driving. He hung up his cell phone, sighing.
"That was Mary's brother. He said that the mirror was in the family until he sold it. Exactly one week ago."
Dean cursed very colorfully.
"Her spirit's tied up with that mirror somehow," explained Sam.
"How can she move through, like, a hundred different mirrors though?" asked Dean.
"I have no clue."
Sam's cell phone rang and he frowned at the caller ID before flipping it open and pressing it to his ear.
"Alex?"
He sat up straighter.
"What's wrong, honey?"
Dean punched the gas pedal.
Alex was rocking back and forth on her bed as she waited for her brothers to finish covering every reflective surface. Her knees were held up to her chest and her head rested on them as she rocked back and forth continuously. Sam and Dean covered the windows and mirrors. When they were finished, Sam came and sat next to her, putting his arm over her shoulders.
"You can open your eyes now."
Alex looked up at him then and nodded, terrified.
"Listen, don't look at glass or anything that reflects," said Dean from the bathroom, where he was covering the mirror.
"Yeah, but I can't keep that up forever."
She looked over at Sam and then over at Dean. He was standing in the bathroom doorway. Tears filled her eyes.
"I'm gonna die, aren't I?"
"No," said Sam firmly.
He tucked a stray hair behind her ear and wiped away her fallen tears.
"Okay, sis. Tell us what happened."
Dean sat on her other side and she laid her head on his shoulder.
"We were in the bathroom and Donna said-"
"That's not what we're talking about. Something happened, didn't it? A secret where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it?" asked Dean softly.
Alex removed her head from his shoulder and brought her knees to her chest once more, wrapping her arms around them. Her lower lip trembled. Dean and Sam exchanged a glance full of worry.
"Right after I left because Sam left us, I had this boyfriend."
Dean stiffened while both Sam and Dean had hard, serious looks on their faces.
"I loved him, but he kind of scared me, too, you know? He was really intense."
She looked down at her jean-clad knees and when she looked back up, more tears were falling freely down her face.
"One night, we got into this large fight and I broke up with him. He got upset and said that he needed me and that he loved me. He said, 'Alex, if you walk out that door right now, I'm going to kill myself.'"
Alex looked at both of her brothers sadly.
"And do you know what I said? I said go ahead and I left."
She turned to Dean, still crying.
"How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just didn't believe him, you know?"
Sam looked at her sympathetically.
"I should have believed him."
She buried her face in her arms and openly sobbed. Sam mouthed to Dean that he was going to get some food and water for her and then he slowly stood up. Alex looked at him, her head snapping up quickly.
"Where are you going? You can't leave me."
Sam sighed sadly and grabbed her gently. He pulled her from the bed and held her.
"We're gonna stop this, okay? I won't let anything bad happen to you."
He kissed her temple reverently.
"We're going to go and stop this. Just stay here."
Dean hugged and kissed her, too and then he and Sam left, Alex sobbing in their wake.
"You know, Alex's boyfriend killed himself. It's not really her fault," said Dean, one hand on his steering wheel.
"You know as well as I do that spirits don't see shades of gray, Dean. Alex had a secret where someone died. That's good enough for Mary's spirit."
"I guess."
Dean turned his attention to the road then and it was silent for a few more minutes.
"You know, I've been thinking," said Sam, breaking the awkward silence.
"It might not be enough to just smash that mirror."
"What do you mean?" asked Dean.
"Well, Mary travels from mirror to mirror. You can't pin her down. Maybe we should try to pin her down. Summon her to her own mirror and then smash it."
"How do you know that's going to work?"
"I don't."
Sam looked over at his brother.
"Okay, but who is going to summon her?"
Sam looked straight ahead as he answered.
"I will. She'll come after me."
Dean sighed angrily and pulled his beloved car to a stop on the road's shoulder.
"That's it."
He turned to face Sam.
"This is about Jessica, isn't it?"
Sam's jaw clenched, but he didn't look over at Dean.
"You think that's your dirty little secret, that you killed her somehow. Sam, this has got to stop. The nightmares, calling her name out in the middle of the night. It's going to kill you! Now, listen to me. It was not your fault. Hell, you might as well blame me. I mean, I dragged you away from her in the first place."
Sam finally looked over at him.
"I don't blame you."
Dean scoffed very sarcastically.
"Well, you shouldn't blame yourself because there's nothing you could've done."
"I could've warned her."
"About what? You didn't know it was going to happen. I know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary, anyway."
"No, you don't."
"Don't what?" asked Dean, sounding very confused now.
"Know all about it. I haven't told you everything."
"What are you talkin' about?"
"Well, it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?"
Sam looked over at his older brother.
"I don't like it and it's not happening," said Dean.
"Dean, Alex will die unless we do something about it. Now, we're doing this. You've got to let me do this."
Dean looked at his little brother for a few more seconds and then he sighed. He started the car and pulled it back onto the road.
Dean turned off the headlights as he pulled into a parking space in front of the antique shop where the mirror was currently located. He turned off his car and Sam got out, walking to the store's door. Dean followed him and Sam picked the store's lock, opening the door and letting Dean enter first. Sam walked in and sighed at the number of mirrors inside the store.
"We better start looking," said Dean.
Sam followed him with a flashlight as they walked around the store.
After a few more minutes, Dean sighed because he had not found the mirror.
"Maybe they already sold it."
"I don't think so."
Dean followed the sound of Sam's voice and stood next to Sam, looking at the mirror. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the picture of the mirror, comparing the two.
"That's definitely it. You sure about this?" asked Dean.
Sam nodded and walked closer to the mirror, Dean following. Sam looked at Dean, who nodded. Sam sighed and said "Bloody Mary" three times. After he had finished, Sam hefted his metal crowbar onto his shoulder and looked straight at the mirror. After a minute, he and Dean looked toward the front of the shop to see headlights shining into the shop. Sam looked over at Dean as Dean let out a low curse.
"Stay here. Be careful. Smash anything that moves," warned Dean.
He walked back over to the very front of the shop.
"Hold it!" yelled a police officer as he entered the antique store with his partner and saw Dean.
Dean held up his hands.
"Whoa fellas, false alarm. I tripped the system."
"Who are you?" asked one of the police officers.
"I'm the boss's kid."
He smiled brightly and his teeth were bright against the dark night. The cops looked at one another, very confused.
"You're Mr. Yamashiro's kid?"
Dean's smile faded and his face fell.
Sam stood directly in front of Mary's mirror, never looking away once. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw a shadow in the mirror catty-corner to Mary's. He turned and saw Mary's spirit in it. He smashed it with his metal crowbar and smashed the mirror next to it, as well. He turned back to Mary's mirror, his chest heaving from the adrenaline rush that he had just experienced.
"Come on. Come into this one," he whispered, his teeth clenched together.
Sam's reflection suddenly began to smile evilly at him and Sam cocked his head to the side with confusion as he stared right back into his reflection. Suddenly, Sam fell to his knees as his eyes began to bleed and his metal crowbar fell to the ground with a very loud clang. He put his hand on his chest and began breathing very heavily. His reflection looked down at him, grinning evilly.
"It's your own fault. You killed her."
Sam looked up at his own reflection, blood dripping from his eyes onto his dark black sweatshirt.
"You killed Jessica."
Sam's reflection smiled and Sam let out a groan of pain.
"Well, like I said. I was adopted."
Dean smiled over at the officers. One was standing in front of him while the other had moved to stand behind him. Dean turned to the one standing behind him.
"You know, I really just don't have time for this right now."
He then punched one in the face, knocking him to the floor. As the other police officer looked down and on in horror at his partner, Dean kneed him in the groin, causing the police officer to fall to the floor in pain. He glanced at his handiwork before running back to Sam.
"You never told her the truth. Who you really were," said Sam's evil reflection, still looking down at Sam and grinning very evilly. Sam clutched his stomach in pain, his eyes still bleeding profusely.
"But it's more than that, isn't it? Those nightmares you've been having where Jessica dies, screaming and burning! You had them for days before she died. Didn't you? You were so desperate to be normal. You thought they were just dreams. How could you ignore them like that? How could you leave her alone to die?"
Sam grimaced in pain as his reflection grinned even more evilly.
"You dreamed that it would happen!"
Suddenly, the mirror was smashed into tiny little pieces and the glass shards went flying everywhere. Dean held Sam's metal crowbar and he was ducked down to avoid the shards of glass that were flying everywhere. Once they stopped, Dean threw the crowbar down and knelt down next to his little brother.
"Sammy, Sammy!"
Dean grabbed Sam's face between his palms. Sam looked up at him with blood smeared all over his face.
"It's Sam," corrected Sam, breathing heavily.
Dean readjusted his grip on Sam's face, smearing some of the blood.
"God, are you okay?"
"Yeah."
Dean looked up at the frame of the mirror and then turned his attention back to Sam's face.
"Come on."
He helped Sam stand up and Sam threw his arm over Dean's shoulder. They began walking away when they heard glass crunching. They looked at one another before turning to look behind them. They grimaced in pain, falling to their knees as their eyes began to bleed profusely. Mary was standing up as straight as she could manage with her body being so mangled. She looked down at them, not saying a word. Dean saw a mirror next to him and grabbed it. He shoved it in front of both his and Sam's faces and forced Mary to see her reflection. She paused as she saw herself. Her head cocked to the side and her reflection sneered at her very evilly. Mary's eyes began bleeding along with her reflection.
"You killed them. You killed all of them."
She screamed as she disappeared within the shards of glass on the floor. Dean sighed, throwing the mirror onto the floor next to him and hearing it crash down to the floor. He stood up with Sam once more and looked around.
"Hey, Sam?"
"What?" asked Sam, his voice tired and worn.
"This has to be like, seventy years of bad luck."
Sam managed a weak chuckle as he followed after Dean out of the antique store.
Alex was huddled into a ball on her bed, her position unmoved from when Sam and Dean had left her all alone. Her sweatshirt hood was covering her eyes when her brothers entered the room. She flinched as the door slammed shut and she began trembling very nervously. Dean walked up to her, kneeling down in front of her and touching her knee incredibly gently.
"Shh, it's us, Lex. It's all over."
Alex removed her sweatshirt's hood from her face and stared down at him.
"Really?"
She looked over at Sam, who was leaning against the wall by her bed. He nodded and then she looked back over at Dean, who also nodded.
"Thank God."
She lay back down onto her bed and stretched out, sighing as her aching muscles could finally relax from her crouched position. Sam sat on her left side and Dean sat on her right.
"I'm so sorry that you all had to do that."
"Alex, you're my twin sister. I would die for you."
Sam leaned over her, kissed her forehead, and then stood up.
"I'm going to go and shower."
He headed for their bathroom.
"Yeah, I'm going to go and get us some food and drinks."
Alex watched her brothers for a few seconds. As Sam stepped in the doorway to the bathroom and Dean shrugged on his jacket, she sighed sadly.
"Big brother?" she tentatively asked.
Sam turned back around to look at her as well as Dean.
"Dean, I mean? Will you lay with me until I fall asleep like you used to do? Right after Sammy left?"
Dean smiled sadly and looked over at Sam, who had a pained expression on his face. Sam locked eyes with him and slightly nodded. Dean shrugged out of and then took off his leather jacket and then he also kicked off his shoes. He lay down on the bed with Alex, pulled her into his chest, and wrapped his arms around her. His chin was resting on top of her head and her forehead was resting on his chest. She sighed contentedly and was asleep within minutes. Sam looked at them for a few more minutes before turning back around and heading into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.