You were sitting in the back seat of the Impala when you noticed that Sam was having another one of his nightmares. Sam and Dean had filled you into on what happened to their mom and Sam's girlfriend Jessica, and how now they were looking for their father who raised them as hunters, while looking for the thing that killed their mom and Jessica. "Sam wake up!" Dean said shaking Sam's shoulder to wake him up from the nightmare. You felt bad for Sam and wanted to help him, but he wouldn't talk about the nightmares with either of you. Sam took a few breaths as he looked around.
"I take it I was having another nightmare?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, another one." Dean replied.
"Hey, at least I got some sleep." Sam said trying to lighten things up a bit.
"You know sooner or later, we're gonna talk about this." Dean said looking over at Sam.
"Yeah, if you ever need to talk or anything you can talk to either of us." you said leaning forward a bit.
"Are we here?" Sam asked blowing it off and changing the subject.
"Yep. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio." Dean said. You felt a little tense being a bit closer to home than usual, but you buried those feelings deep down and forgot about them. Sam pulled out a newspaper opened to the obituary section where a man's picture was circled.
"So what do you think really happened to this guy?" Sam asked. You leaned forward a bit more to get a good look at the article. It talked about how Steve Shoemaker suddenly died.
"That's what we're gonna find out." Dean said getting out of the car. You and Sam followed, as you guys walked towards the building behind you.
You guys came to the morgue hoping to get a look at the body to figure out what happened. This would be your first time actually seeing a dead body like this so you braced yourself. When you walked into the room there was a man sitting at the desk reading some paperwork. You took note of a doctor's name as you passed an empty desk.
"Hey," he said looking up at you three.
"Hey." Dean said back to him, while you said a quick hi to him.
"Can I help you?" he asked wondering why you guys were here.
"Yeah, we're the med students." Dean said coming up with a cover for you guys.
"Sorry?" he asked not knowing what Dean was talking about.
"Oh, Dr. Fliglavitch didn't tell you?" You spoke up playing off of what Dean said. "We talked to him on the phone. We're from Ohio state. He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper."
"Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch." The man said.
"Oh. Well, he said, uh- Oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind showing us the body, do you?" Dean asked trying to get him to let you guys in.
"Sorry I can't doc will be back in an hour." he said shrugging his shoulders. "You can wait for him, if you want."
"An hour, oh we gotta be heading back to Columbus." Dean said looking at you and Sam.
"Yeah," Sam said finally going along with your plan as you guys all looked at each other.
"Look this paper is like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out we would be really grateful." You said smiling at him giving the best puppy dog look you could.
"Look, guys-no," he said droning at you guys. Dean chuckled a bit before turning around.
"I'm gonna hit him in his face, I swear." Dean said getting tired of this guy. Sam grabbed his shoulder to calm him down before he actually did anything. Sam cleared his throat and then pulled five twenty dollar bills out of his wallet. You and Dean peeked around his shoulders and watched him. Sam just stared at the guy while dropping the cash on his desk. Dean sighed and looked away.
"Follow me." the guy said as he picked up the cash and walked into the other room.
"Dude, I earned that money." Dean said grabbing Sam's shoulder and forcing him to turn around.
"You won it in a poker game." Sam growled and then walked into the other room. Dean sighed as you two joined them in the other room. "The newspaper said his daughter found him, she said his eyes were bleeding."
"More than that. They practically liquefied." The guy said pulled the cover back to reveal the man's head.
"Any sign of a struggle, maybe somebody did this to him?" Dean asked him.
"Nope. Besides his daughter, he was alone." the guy explained.
"What's the official cause of death?" Sam asked as you guys examined the corpse's face. His skin was deathly pale and his eyes were dark, hollow, and empty. Thankfully you had a strong stomach so it didn't bother you as much, but it was still hard to look at.
"Ah, doc's not sure" The guy said as he looked from the corpse back up at you three. "He's thinking massive stroke maybe an aneurysm. Something burst up in there, that's for sure" While listening to him you took another glance at the corpse and noticed the streams of liquid that fell from his eyes down the sides of his face.
"What makes you say that?" you asked looking back up that him, not wanting to look at the body anymore.
"Intense Cerebral Bleeding." He replied. "This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."
"The Eyes... What would cause something like that?" Sam asked him.
"Capillaries can burst, see a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims." The guy answered.
"Yeah, you ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked looking from the body to the man across from you guys.
"That's a first for me. But, hey, I'm not the doctor." The guy said.
"Hey, think we could take a look at that police report? You know, for our paper?" Dean asked gesturing towards the body and smiling at the man.
"I'm not really supposed to show you that." He said implying that with more money he would. Begrudgingly Sam dug into his jacket pocket for his wallet pulling more money for the guy. After looking at the police report you guys left the office.
"Might not be one of ours." Sam stated as you guys walked down the stairs you following behind Sam and Dean. "Might just be some freak medical thing."
"How many times in dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing, and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?" Dean asked as you guys continued down the steps passing two people along the way.
"Uh, almost never." Sam said as he sighed knowing Dean had a point.
"Exactly," Dean said glancing at Sam.
"All right, let's go talk to the daughter." Sam said.
When you guys arrived at the victim's house the front door was open and it looked like there were people there mourning him. Sam and Dean walked in first with you following them. As you walked in you took notice of the framed picture of him on the table surrounded by cards and flowers. Then you looked around the rest of the room and noticed a couple people look at you guys. They were all in formal-wear while you guys were in casual clothes. "Why does it feel like we're under-dressed?" you commented as you tried to not stand out anymore then you already have. You walked into what looked like the open dining room/kitchen area looking for someone who could point you to the victim's daughter. One man was kind enough to lead you guys outside to the backyard and pointed to where she was at. She was sitting on a bench being comforted by a friend, while her other friend was checking her nails she glanced up at you three. "You must be Donna, right?" Dean asked gesturing to the brunette.
"Yeah." Donna replied as she and her friends looked up at Dean.
"Hi, uh... we're really sorry." Sam said sounding remorseful.
"Thank you," Donna said composing herself.
"I'm Sam, this is Dean and Y/N. We worked with your dad." Sam explained.
"You did?" Donna asked glancing from her friend back to you guys questioning if you really did work with him.
"Yeah, this whole thing... I mean, a stroke," Dean said talking to get her to talk about her dad. You noticed a girl sitting back-to-back with Donna with light-brown hair look up at you guys.
"I don't think she wants to talk about this right now." The blonde who sat next to Donna said.
"It's okay, I'm okay." Donna said looking from her friend back to Dean.
"Were there ever any symptoms? Dizziness, migraines?" Dean asked.
"No," Donna said shaking her head.
"That's because it wasn't a stroke," The light-brown haired girl exclaimed as she turned around looking at Donna.
"Lily, don't say that." Donna said to lily.
"What?" Sam asked Lily.
"I'm sorry, she's just upset." Donna explained looking back up at you guys.
"No, it happened because of me." Lily said.
"Sweetie, it didn't," Donna said to Lily.
"Lily, why would you think it is your fault?" You asked leaning down to be closer to her.
"Right before he died, I said it." Lily said turning to look at you.
"You said what?" You asked her.
"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror." She explained to you. You glanced at Sam and Dean and saw a look on both their faces. "She took his eyes, that's what she does."
"That's not why dad died. This isn't your fault." Donna said to Lily causing Lily to look back at her.
"I think your sister's right, Lily," Dean said. "There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?"
"No, I don't think so," Lily replied as you all looked at her. Dean just gave her a little smile.
After you guys were done talking to the girls you decided to investigate the bathroom their father died in. The door opened with a bit of a creak giving the room an ominous feeling knowing that some supernatural creature probably killed a man in here. There were still blood stains on the floor, as you guys examined 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 flipping on the light and walking into the room.
"I mean, everywhere else, all over the country," Sam said as he felt the tile floor and stood up walking over to Dean. While you stood against the door just within the room. "Kids will play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it."
"Maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening." Dean said.
"So, is this the place where the legend began?" You asked voicing your thoughts aloud.
"But according to the legend, the person who says... "Sam started to say as Dean opened the cabinet above the sink causing the mirror to go in Sam's direction. Sam glanced at the mirror before shutting it roughly. "The person who says you know what gets it, but here."
"Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah." Dean said as her stared into the mirror.
"Right," Sam said back to Dean.
"Never heard anything like that before," Dean said.
"But, he did die right in front of the mirror, and Lily is right," you said as you walked over to the boys. "The way the legend goes, "you know who" scratches your eyes out. So his death has to be related to her in some way."
"It's worth checking into," Sam said as you guys nodded to each other. Suddenly you guys heard a set of heels clicking on the floor outside the bathroom. You walked into the hall to see who it was. It turned out to be one of Donna's friends.
"What are you doing up here?" she asked watching you guys suspiciously.
"We... we had to go to the bathroom," Dean said quickly looking over at Sam. You sighed a bit knowing how weird it sounded for two grown men and a woman to being going to into the bathroom together.
"Who are you?" she asked looking between the three of you.
"Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's Dad," Dean replied trying to keep your guys cover going.
"He was a day trader or something, he worked by himself," she said back to Dean.
"No, I... meant-," Dean started to say.
"And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that?" she said as she kept on questioning you guys. You wondered what the boys were going to say. "So you tell me what's going on or I start screaming."
"All right, all right. We think something happened to Donna's dad." Sam said. Were they really going to tell her the truth.
"Yeah, a stroke," she said.
"That's not the sign of a typical stroke," Sam said. She paused for a moment wondering what Sam meant. "We think it might be something else."
"Like what?" she asked as she put her hand against the wall.
"Honestly, we don't know yet," Sam answered. She gave him a look that said she didn't like his answer. "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 to her.
"Who are you, cops?" she asked.
"Something like that," Dean replied letting a bit of a smile loose.
"I'll tell you what, here. If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary, just give us a call," Sam said as he wrote one of their phone numbers down on a piece of paper and handed it to her. Then he walked passed her with you guys following him. As you passed her you glanced at her staring at the paper.
You guys left the Shoemaker home and were to the local library to some research on the case. "Alright, say bloody Mary is really haunting this town. There's gonna be some sort of proof-" Dean said as you followed them into the library. "A local woman who died nasty."
"Yeah, but a legend this widespread, it's hard. 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 explained as you guys headed towards the computer room.
"So, what are we supposed to be looking for, then?" You asked wanting to help them out.
"Well, 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 got to search local newspapers, public records as far back as they go, see if we can find a Mary who fits the bill." Sam explained as you guys stopped walking.
"Well, that sounds annoying," Dean replied to him.
"It should be fine, as long as we-" you started to say as you guys looked at the computers discovering that they were all out of order. "Never-mind, this is going to be really annoying."
The next morning you and Dean spend most of your time researching with a couple of books and notebooks laying on the small motel table and the couch which you made into your resident home. You didn't want to take the beds, after-all it was your idea to join them on their travels. Sam was still sleeping, neither of you wanted to wake him up so he could rest, he wasn't getting much sleep recently. The room was quiet until Sam woke up with a gasp, Dean looked at him to make sure he was ok and you took a quick glance before going back to your notes. "Why'd you guys let me fall asleep?" Sam asked quietly as he stated at the ceiling. You felt bad and wanted to help him, but didn't want to intrude on his personal space.
"Because, I'm an awesome brother." Dean said he wanted to continue reading, but stopped as he sighed. "What did you dream about?"
"Lollipops and candy canes," Sam said sarcastically. Still not wanting to talk about it.
"Yeah, sure." Dean said.
"You guys find anything?" Sam said as he sat up in bed.
"Oh, besides a whole new level of frustration? No." Dean said as he glanced back at his book. "We've looked at everything."
"There were a few local women, got a Laura and a Catherine, who committed suicide in front of a mirror, oh and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave!" You said tired from not making any progress. "Sadly, no Mary."
Sam sighed as he laid back down." Maybe we just haven't found it yet." He said.
"I've also been searching for some strange deaths in the area, you know, eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing." Dean looking from Sam back to his book. "Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary." The room got quiet again as you guys thought about the case. Until Sam's phone started to ring.
"Hello?" Sam asked when his face became serious.
The girl from yesterday called saying that one of her friends died. So you guys met up with her outside her school to comfort her and figure out what happened. You and Dean sat on the bench with her as Sam stood in front of you guys. "And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her-her eyes..." She explained as she was sobbing. "They were gone."
"I'm sorry," Sam said as you wrapped your arm around her.
"And she said it. I heard her say it." She said while you guys looked at each other. "But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?"
"No, you're not insane." Dean said confirming her fears.
"Oh God, that makes me feel so much worse." She said looking up that the boys.
"Look, we think something's happening here, something that can't be explained. " Sam said trying to figure how to explain it to her.
"And we're gonna stop it, but we could use your help." Dean said looking back at Charlie.
After she agreed to help you guys she took you over to her friends house so you could look around. While she went inside to let you guys in Sam and Dean climbed up on the roof. "Oh come on guys," you said trying to follow them up clearly not as built as they were. You would have to work on that a bit if you were going to help them. As you were trying to lift yourself up onto the roof. Dean held his hand out to help pull you up. You took hold of it welcoming the help, it felt a bit rough no doubt from their line of work but also warm and comforting. The kind of hand you wouldn't want to let go of. He gave your hand a tug and you were able to join them on the roof. "Thanks," You said quietly he nodded in response as you guys joined Sam at the window. Once she opened it you three climbed inside.
"What did you tell Jill's mom?" Sam asked her as you closed the window and curtains.
"I just said I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things." Charlie replied as Sam opened the bag he brought with him. "I hate lying to her."
"Trust us, this for the greater good. Hit the lights." Dean told her as he and Sam were pulling a camera and an EMP reader out of the bag.
"What are we looking for?" You asked watching them work.
"You'll see once we find it."Dean said turning on the EMP reader.
"Night vision?" Sam asked as you turned it out for him. "Thanks"
Dean looked at the camera as he was messing with the reader. "Do I look like Paris Hilton?" He asked posing a bit for the camera. Charlie snickered a bit and you smiled at his goofiness.
"Totally," you replied back to him."What I don't get is the first victim didn't call Mary, but the second victim did. How is she picking who to kill?"
"Beats me," Dean said as he and Sam were trying to find anything that could help you guys figure the case out. "I want to know why Jill said it in the first place," Dean said looking at Charlie.
"It was just a joke," Charlie explained.
"Well somebody's gonna say it again. It's just a matter of time." Dean said as you followed Sam into the bathroom watching him point the camera at the mirror.
"What are you doing?" You asked.
"By using night vision we can find anything that might have been left behind that we normally can't see," He explained. "Like that." You leaned in to take a good look at the camera below the mirror was some sort fluid was came from behind the mirror. "Hey, there's a black light in the trunk, right?" Sam asked Dean. Dean went to grab the black light while you and Sam grabbed the mirror and set it on the bed. You guys watched Sam rip the paper back off and you shined the black light on there to reveal hand prints on the back of the mirror. Along with a name.
"Gary Bryman?" Charlie wondered.
"You know who that is?" Sam asked her.
"No," she replied to him. You guys left Jill's house to find who Gary was.
Dean stayed with Charlie while you and Sam went to find out who the boy was. You two met up with them at a bench just outside the library. "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 explained as you guys sat on the bench with them.
"Oh, my God." Jill said in shock.
"What?" You asked her.
"Jill drove that car." Charlie explained. Sam and Dean looked each other.
"We need to get back to your friend Donna's house." Dean said.
You guys went back to Donna and shined the black on the mirror was Donna's father was standing in front of when he died. There was a hand-print along with the name Linda Shoemaker. You guys decided to ask Donna about it. "Why are you asking me about all of this?" Donna asked.
"Look, we're sorry, but it's important. " Sam said trying to persuade her.
"Yeah. Linda's my mom, okay? She overdosed on sleeping pills. It was an accident, and that's it." She said starting to get a little angry with you guys. "I think you should leave."
"Donna, just listen-," Dean started to say.
"Get out of my house!" She yelled before leaving the room.
"Oh my God. Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?" Charlie asked voicing your thoughts aloud.
"Maybe," Sam said.
"I think I should stick around." She said.
"Alright whatever you do don't-," Dean started to say.
"Believe me, I won't say it." She said. You and the boys returned to the motel to continue research.
Dean was on the laptop printing some papers out. "Hold on, are you really doing a nationwide search?" You asked as you watched him work.
"Yep, the NCIC, the FBI database, at this point any Mary in the country who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me." Dean explained as he looked over at you.
"But if she is haunting the town she should have died in the town." Sam said sitting on the bed next to you.
"I'm telling you there's nothing local. I checked so unless you have a better idea," Dean said as he worked on the computer.
"Well, it feels like there is a pattern. From Mr. Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run, both had secrets where people died." You said.
"Right, there's a lot of folklore about mirrors, that they reveal your lies, your secrets, that they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why it is bad luck to break them." Sam said.
"Yeah, so maybe it you've got a secret, like a really nasty one where someone died, then Mary sees it and punishes you for it." Dean said.
"Whether you summoned her or not." Sam said.
"Take a look at this," Dean said as he printed some images and passed them to you guys to look at. It was of a dead woman laying in front of a mirror. You compared the hand-prints from the images.
"Looks like the same hand-print," Sam said as you guys looked at the images.
"Her name was Mary Worthington, an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana." Dean explained.
You guys decided to drive to Fort Wayne to find out what you could about Mary Worthington. You stopped at the house of the retired detective who investigated her murder. "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." He explained as you guys stood in his living-room.
"What exactly happened?" Dean asked him.
"You three said you were reporters." He said looking at you three.
"We know Mary was 19, lived by herself. She won a few beauty contests, dreamt of getting out of Indiana, being an actress. And we know, the night of March 29th, someone broke into her apartment and murdered her, cut out her eyes with a knife." Sam explained to the man.
"That's right." He said.
"See, sir when we ask you what happened, we wanna know what you think happened," You said to the man.
"Technically I'm not supposed to have a copy of this." He said pulling some files and showed you guys an image of the crime scene. "Now, see that there, that T-R-E? I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer."
"You know who it was?" Sam asked.
"Not for sure. But there was a local man, a surgeon, Trevor Sampson. And I think he cut her up good." He explained.
"Any idea why he would do something like that?" You asked.
"Her diary mentioned a man she was seeing. She called him by his initial, T. Well, her last entry, she was going to tell T's wife about their affair." He explained.
"Yeah, but how to 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." He replied.
"But you could never prove it?" Dean asked.
"No, no prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous."He replied.
"Is he still alive?" You asked him.
"Nope. If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guy's secret. But she never could." He explained.
"Where was she buried?" Sam asked her.
"She wasn't she was cremated." He replied.
"What about that mirror?"Dean asked. "That's not in some evidence locker somewhere, is it?"
"Uh, no. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago." He explained.
"You have the names of her family by any chance?" Sam asked him. You guys left his house to drive back to Toledo and the way back Sam called Mr. Worthington to ask 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."
"So?" Dean asked after Sam hung up the phone.
"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." Sam explained.
"So wherever the mirror goes, Mary goes?" You asked.
"Her spirit's definitely tied up in it somehow." Sam said.
"Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, there is. When someone would die in a house, people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped." Sam explained.
"So Mary dies, and it draws her spirit." Dean said glancing at Dean while he drove.
"Still, how is she able to move through so many different mirrors?" You asked leaning forward from the backseat.
"I don't know, but if the mirror is the source then I say we find it, and smash it." Dean suggested. It sounded like the simplest solution.
"Yeah, I don't know. Maybe." Sam said wondering if it would work. You guys all went quiet until Sam's phone rang. "Hello? Charlie?"
You guys found out Charlie had saw Mary and decided to take her to your motel room where you could keep her safe. She sat on the bed curled up in ball while you covered and removed anything that had a reflection. "Hey, hey it's okay. You can open up your eyes now Charlie it's okay, alright?" Sam said being as gentle as possible with her. She slowly lifted her head. "Now listen, you're gonna stay right here on this bed. You're not gonna look at glass or anything else that has a reflection, okay? Now as long as you do that she can't get you."
"But I can't keep that up forever," she said her voice hoarse from crying. "I'm gonna die, aren't I?"
"No, no not anytime soon," Sam said comforting her.
"All right, Charlie, we need to know what happened." Dean said as he sat on the edge of the bed while you checked the bathroom to make the mirrors and glass were covered up.
"We were in the bathroom. Donna said it." She said.
"That's not what we're talking about." Dean said as Charlie and Sam looked at him. "Something happened, didn't it, in your life. A secret...where someone got hurt?" You guys watched as she silently started to cry again. "Can you tell us about it?"
"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. 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 explained as more tears fell down her face.
You guys left the motel after talking with Charlie to finish dealing with the ghost so she could get back to her normal life. It was pitch black outside as Dean drove the Impala down the road. "You know her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault." Dean said as he watched the road.
"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," Dean said.
"Mary is such a Jerk," you grumbled earning a chuckle from the brothers.
"You know I've been thinking, itmight not be enough to just smash that mirror." Sam said.
"Why,what do you mean?" Dean asked wonder what Sam what thinking.
"Well, Mary's hard to pin down right? I mean, she moves from mirror to mirror. So who's to say that she's not gonna just keep hiding in them forever?" Sam explained. You realized what Sam was hinting at.
"So you think we need to pin her down to her mirror and summon her then smash it, and let me guess you wanna be the bait?" You said firmly not approving of his plan. Suddenly Dean pulled the car over onto the side of the road.
"All right, you know what that's it. 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 called her name out in middle of the night, it's gonna kill you. Now listen to me. It wasn't your fault. If you want to 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."
"I don't blame you." Sam said.
"Well, you shouldn't blame yourself, because there is nothing you could've done." Dean said.
"I could've warned her." Sam replied.
"About what? You didn't know what was gonna happen. And, besides all of this isn't a secret. I mean, me and Y/N know all about. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway." Dean said.
"No you don't." Sam said.
"I don't know what?" Dean said. You didn't think it could get even more tense in this car but it did.
"You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything." Sam answered.
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.
"It wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?" Sam said.
"No, no I don't like it. It's not gonna happen forget it." Dean said.
"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 Explained.
Reluctantly you and Dean agreed to his plan as you walked in the empty store the moonlight shining through the windows gave it a spooky vibe. It didn't help that there went mirrors everywhere. "Well, that's just great." Dean said as he pulled out the photo of the mirror Mary was killed in front of to compare. "Alright, let's start looking." You three split up and looked around the store. You noticed Sam go into the other room while you and Dean continued to look in the front room. "Maybe they've already sold it."
"I don't think so." Sam said from the other room you and Dean joined him in there to see the mirror from the photo leaning against the wall.
"That's it," Dean confirmed pointing to the photo then looking at the mirror in front of you guys and sighing. "You sure about this?" Sam didn't respond he just handed Dean his flashlight and walked up to the mirror. Dean followed him while you stayed a few feet away just in case anything happened. Sam recited bloody Mary two times then readied the crowbar he was holding to swing at the mirror, he took a deep breath and said it the third time. Then you and Dean turned around and noticed light shining into the front half of the shop. "I'll go check that out. You guys stay here. Be careful." Dean said as you guys looked at each other. He walked into the other room while you stayed with Sam to make sure nothing happened to him. "Smash anything that moves!" He exclaimed as he left. You and Sam looked around at the mirrors surrounding you waiting for her to appear. Sam then swung his crowbar into a mirror shattering it to pieces. Then you saw her appear in a mirror behind him and smashed your own crowbar against that mirror. You guys kept shattering mirrors trying to get her to go to her own mirror.
"Come on, come to this one," you heard Sam say under his breath. Sam stopped moving and dropped his crowbar, you than went up to him to see if he was ok. You saw tears of blood running down his face. You looked at the mirror and saw not Sam's reflection, but the reflection of a woman. "You killed them!" she said menacingly. "They died because you abandoned them!" She screamed. Your vision blurred and it felt look you were being stabbed in your eyes as blood was running down your cheeks. You fell to the ground and you cried out in pain as memories of your family flashed through your mind. Then you suddenly heard the sounded of glass shattering. When you opened your eyes you saw Dean standing next the broken mirror.
"Sammy, Sammy!" You heard him say as he checked on Sam. You tried to wipe the blood and tears from your face before Dean could notice what had happened to you.
"It's Sam," Sam stated as Dean held his face.
"God, Are you okay?" Dean asked as he looked at the blood on Sam's face, you could easily see how much Sam meant to Dean. "Come on, let's go," Dean grunted as he helped Sam get up up. You got up and went into the front room to wait for them to join you. When you heard grunting and groaning you peeked in to see Bloody Mary standing over them as their eyes started bleeding out. You suddenly had an epiphany! You grabbed the closest mirror to you and put it between the boys and Mary so her reflection was cast back on her. She stared at the mirror until she started choking and then melted into shards of glass. After that you slammed the mirror against the floor shattering it to pieces. The boys got up and looked at you and and each other. "Damn, guys that's gotta be what, six-hundred years of bad luck?"
On your way out of town you guys decided to drop Charlie off at her house and say your farewells. "So this is really over?" She asked looking at Sam and Dean.
"Yeah, it's over," Dean replied as he nodded his head at her.
"Thank you," she said as she shook Dean's hand and got out of the Impala. As she started walking towards her house Sam called out to her.
"Charlie!" Sam called out causing her to turn 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."
"That's good advice," Dean said as he patted Sam on the shoulder. They smiled at each other as Dean started the Impala and drove away. You laid down in the backseat to rest your eyes after everything that happened "Hey Sam? Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret was." You heard Dean state as you kept your eyes shut pretending to be asleep.
"Look...You're my brother...and I'd die for you. But there are some thing I need to keep to myself." Sam said. Neither one said anything else all you could hear was the rumbling of the Impala driving down the road. Little did any of you know that what Sam was keeping to himself would haunt him for a long time...
