The beginning

By now I am sure you all heard of my father and his brother Sam and Dean Winchester and how they saved the world multiple times, how they died and sold their soul for each other, how they killed the devil, how they stopped the darkness, and how they killed God, and how they killed the mother of all monsters Eve. Now here is the story about me Jhonny Canon Winchester.

I was born in 2009 a (few years after my uncle Dean went to hell) in Coryville Kansas as you can properly guess my father is my Sam Winchester as for my mother, well we will get to that later. Now to say it was not a very glamorous life for me from the moment I was born I was destined to be a hunter. The hunter way is not a clean simple fun or enjoyable in less you just like killing things that go bump in the night now I could go on and on how much hunting sucks, but it has some good things about it like doing some good in this horrible murky world.

Now my first hunt was when I was six it was in Toledo, Ohio. I remember my listening to my father say to Forensic pathologists I am FBI special agent Spears am here to look at the body of Steve Shoemaker. We talked over the phone.

Well agent Spears we never seen anything like this he was found by his oldest daughter Donna Shoemaker. She found him in the hall bathroom eyes were practically Liquefied with Intense cerebral bleeding and he was on the floor, the time of death was around 11:00 PM. Officer were there any others in the house the night of his death. Yes, agent his youngest Lilly Shoemaker and her friends they were having a sleep over. Jhonny, he said when he got back in the car, I need you to start checking lore for a thing or creature that makes its victims eyes liquefy, what are you going to do father I say, I am going to talk with his family to see what I can find there and scan the house for paranormal activity. So, while Sam went to the house, I went to library the best place to check some lore.

Johnny's point of view.

My father drops me off at the Kent Branch Library I walked up the gray concrete stars till I reach the front door I walk in and go straight to the mythology section where I spent the next 7 hours Researching mythology finding nothing and I checked everything Greek, Roman, Chinese, Mexican every mythology that this place had then some lady ask if I needed help so I asked where would I find something about eyes liquefying. She then told me to check the medical section. So, I went to the medical section learned that Eyes liquefy can be the result of a massive stroke or an aneurysm can kill its victims and cause capillaries can burst. So, I called my father to pick me up.

Sam's point of view. Did you get anything, the only thing I got father was that the eyes liquefying was medical reasons nothing else. What about you, well Jhonny the victim's daughter is having a Memorial Gathering today we are heading there to see what we can find.

You must be Donna right, (Donna) yes, hi, uh—we're really sorry, (Donna) Thank you, I'm Sam and This is my son Jhonny we worked with your dad, you did? Yes, this whole thing I mean, a stroke (Charlie) I don't think she wants to talk about this right now (Donna) it's okay, I'm okay were there ever any symptoms dizziness, migraines? (Donna) no (Lilly) That's because it wasn't a stroke. (Donna) Lilly, don't say that. (Sam) what? (Donna) I'm sorry she's just upset (Lilly) no, it happened because of me (Donna) sweetie, it didn't (Sam) Lilly, why would you say something like that? (Lilly) right before he died I said it you said what Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror she took his eyes, that's what she does (Donna) that's not why dad died this isn't your fault (Jhonny- me) I think your sister's right Lilly there's no way it could have been Bloody Mary your dad didn't say it, did he (Lilly) no, I don't think so,

So Bloody Mary huh did you and you brother prove that the folktale did not exists we thought we did to, but I mean eyes liquefied dead in front of the mirror it goes along with the lore Jhonny check the papers for any anybody that died with the name Mary and had something to do with mirror.

Yes sir. We spent the rest of the night looking in the papers about deaths of people named Mary and we found nothing but a shit load of nothing, so we called it a night. Till in the morning Charlie calls us, telling us that someone else died and worried that she's going insane (Sam) You're not insane. (Charlie) God, that makes me feel so much worse.

Time skip Charlies friend's house

Charlie lets us into her friend's bedroom and we a camera for night vision. My father finds some blood on the back of the mirror, so I run back to the Impala, and grab a black light and on the back of the mirror we find the name Gary Bryman. An eight-year-old killed in a hit and run by a person in a black Toyota. Charlie says that's jills car We also find out that Steve Shoemaker had a guilty secret of his own his wife overdosed on sleeping pills. We soon realize the pattern is that everyone who died had a secret, and the reason that mirrors are involved is because in folklore they reveal your soul. (Foe those who don't know that's why breaking them is bad luck).

We trace this back to the Mary Worthington. She was murdered in Fort Wayne we then pay a visit to the detective William Taylor. this time posing as reporters and figure out who Bloody Mary is. But how to get rid of that will be a problem since she was cremated. But we do find out what happened to the mirror. Turns out it was returned to her family and then was sold at the same time the murders began.

Charlie's point of view (high school)

While me and Sam were figuring it out, Charlie was being stalked by Bloody Mary Sitting in her chemistry class, she takes out a mirror to fix her makeup – and Bloody Mary is there. She freaks out, wrecking the lab as she tries to get away and shattering glass to get away from the reflection. Her professor tries to calm her down – and she see her in his glasses!

Me and my Father meet Charlie at her house and cover all the reflective surfaces and then ask her what her secret is – a secret that got someone hurt. She eventually tells us that her ex-boyfriend started to really scare her, and after a fight she broke up with him. He said he needed her and that if she left him, he would kill himself. Charlie (distraught): And I said, "go ahead." And I left. How did I say that? I didn't believe him. We give her some empathy, leave her in a somewhat safe state and go after the mirror.

Jhonny: It wasn't really Charlie's fault. Sam: Spirits don't see shades of gray. We make a plan to summon Bloody Mary to her actual mirror and then smash it, and head out to find it. Johnny: Whose goanna summon her? Sam: (who knows he's keeping a guilty secret) I will. She'll come after me. Jhonny: why. Sam: because she will.

Now this is the part that gets interesting in the story Jhonny: Be careful, smash anything that moves. I saunter out trying for casual and says there's been a mistake, he's the owner's kid. Cop: Uh, you're Mr. Abashiro's kid? Jhonny: I was… adopted…?

Hey, pay I hear someone say and then he knocks our both of the officers it was my uncle dean he tells me to get in the car and wait.

Inside, Sam smashes the mirror, yelling "Come on!" His eyes start to bleed, though, and he drops the tire iron he's holding, collapsing as his reflection accuses him from the mirror. Bloody Mary: It's your fault, you killed Jessica. You never told her the truth, who you really are. You never told her you had nightmares for days before she died, so desperate to be normal. You left her alone to die! All of Sam's guilt coming back to torture him, verbalizing the thoughts that have been giving Sam nightmares and keeping him up at night. Dean appears just in time and slams the mirror, shattering it, pulling his brother up with the words we'll hear repeatedly Dean: Sammy! Sammy!

Sam: (reviving) It's Sam. How. Dean: tell you about it in the car. They start to leave and Bloody Mary crawls out of the mirror and goes after them They fall down, she advances on them, and it doesn't look good for the Winchesters. Dean is bleeding too, but he manages to keep his wits about him anyway. In desperation, he grabs a mirror and holds it up to her, forcing her to confront her own reflection. Her reflection accuses her: You killed them, all those people… She shatters and disappears, and Dean tosses the mirror aside. Dean: Hey, Sam? Sam: Yes. Dean: This has to be, what? Six hundred years of bad luck?