π΄ππππ πππ ππ πππππ of Sam with a worried look on her face. He was watching her with a frown, "So, are you going to tell me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow towards her. She shivered slightly before letting out a sigh, "Look, this isn't easy. You're going to hate me after I tell y..." He shakes his head with a scoff, "That's for me to decide, not you." They stare each other down before she looks away, "My real name is Medousa. Or to others, Medusa." He pauses to stare at her with a deadpan look, he's about to laugh it off, but doesn't when he notices she's serious. "Holy shit." He breathes out as he sits down across from her, Dean was out getting supplies for when they hit the road again. "Medusa as in, stone eyes, snake hair?" She flinched at his words, slowly nodding. "Look, I'm not proud of my past and I haven't hurt anyone in centuries."
"Centuries?"
"Yeah, it's been a few."
"Jesus, Dean sure knows how to pick them."
"Thanks, jackass."
Sam lets out a small laugh before getting serious again, "So the stories are true?" She shrugs, "Depends on which one you're talking about, the one I lived is pretty dark. I was a servant of the gods, only to be betrayed by them; for hundreds of years after, I was hunted and hated for no reason until I was freed." Sam listened intensely to her story, he actually believed her. "One day, a man came by; but he wasn't there to kill me. No, he promised me freedom as long as I promised to live. He carved these markings into my body; called them runes. Each one consists of a power I used to have, and this one in the center of my chest is my body. If I remove it, I will turn back into the dark creature I really am."
Sam watches her with sympathy, "You're not a monster, Maeve. I know the story; that's what the nightmares are about, the rape." She turns to face him again with tears in her eyes. "I didn't have anything else to live for, and then Dean came along. It was strange, I couldn't understand why I felt so connected to him. Not until I saw this." She pulls down her shirt, showing off her neckline; it was another rune but it was different from the others. It was like a name, "In my language, it says Dean. He's my soulmate, how is that even possible? How can anybody be the soulmate of a nasty beast? The moment he finds out, he'll want to kill me. He'll hate me." Sam goes to sit by her, placing a hand on her shoulder as she cries.
"He won't hate you. I honestly don't think he ever could, besides I don't and that's saying something." She lets out a small laugh as she looks up at him, "Thanks, Sam." He nods in agreement, her secret was safe with him. Though that didn't mean he wouldn't do more research about this whole situation. She wipes her tears away with a smile, the motel door opening as she does. Dean stands in the doorway with a sack in his hands and a frown on his face. "What happened?" He immediately moved forwards, placing the supplies on the table as he walked past it. He kneels down in front of her and helps her wipe her tears, Sam watches with a gentle look. "I'm ok, Dean. Really." He grunts slightly, before placing a kiss on her forehead. "Come on, sweetheart. We've got a job, keep whatever is on your mind; off it." She gave him a smile and nodded in agreement.
"Let's go, then." The moment she leaves the room, Dean turns to Sam with a glare. "Quit making her cry, jackass." He snipped towards Sam who scoffed and held his hands up in surrender. "Sorry."
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Sam picks up a newspaper with STEVEN SHOEMAKER's obituary circled. The Shoemaker family is sad to announce the sudden death of their beloved husband and father Steven Shoemaker. Steven was 46, "So what do you think really happened to this guy?" Maeve asks the guys sitting up front. "That's what we're gonna find out. Let's go." Medusa, Dean and Sam get out of the car and head up to the building. They head into room 144, marked Morgue. There's two desks. The empty one has a nameplate that says Dr. D. Feiklowicz, the other one has the Morgue Technician. "Hey." The trio turns to face a man, who they assume is the morgue tech. "Hey." Dean responds back awkwardly, "Can I help you?" He asks, making it clear who he was really talking too.
Dean scoffs under his breath as he clears his throat and steps in front of Maeve who smiles at the protective male. He made her so hot and bothered when he gets this way, "Yeah. We're the, uh...med students." Dean lies, his glare hard on the tech; who still isn't really paying much attention to Dean. "Sorry?" He blinks back, finally turning to the guys. "Oh, Doctor..." Dean stumbles over the name, "...Figlavitch didn't tell you? We talked to him on the phone. He, uh, we're from Ohio State. He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper." Dean continues to speak, but the tech still wasn't paying much attention which was starting to piss him off.
Maeve cleared her throat, snapping the man out of his daze. "Sir, please." She smiles, batting her eyes at him. "Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch. Say, speaking of lunch..." Dean interrupted the man, "Oh well he said, uh, oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?" The tech shakes his head, glaring at Dean. "Sorry, I can't." He didn't seem very sorry at all, "Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want." The tech smirks towards Maeve who looks away from him. "An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then." Dean looks at Sam, "Yeah." Sam agrees with an awkward smile. "Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out..."
"Uh, look, man...no." Dean laughs a little, his body tense. Dean turns around and mumbles, "I'm gonna hit him in his face, I swear." Maeve smiles as Sam hits Dean on the arm. He steps in front of Dean and opens his wallet and pulls out some twenties. He lays a few of them, at least five, down on the morgue tech's desk. He picks up the money with a smirk, his eyes moving towards Maeve who shook her head in response. "Not happening. I'm taken." The Morgue Tech scoffed with an eye roll, "Follow me." He gets up and leaves, the trio supposed to follow after him. Dean grabs Sam when Sam tries to follow, Maeve pauses to watch them. "Dude, I earned that money." Dean grumbles to his brother, Medusa smiles in entertainment.
"You won it in a poker game." Sam hissed back, Maeve snorts before moving to follow after the creep. "Yeah." They join him in the main morgue area, "Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." The tech pulls back the sheet over Steven's face. "More than that. They practically liquefied." The tech explains to them, "Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?" Maeve asks with a raised eyebrow as leaned down to get a closer look at the man's face. "Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone." The tech murmurs as he gets a nice look towards Maeve's assets. Dean growls lowly in annoyance as he pulls Maeve back, she looks up at him with a smirk.
He glares down at her, this time she was doing it on purpose. She was totally making him jealous and she was enjoying it. "What's the official cause of death." Sam speaks up, trying not to roll his eyes at the couple making eyes at one another behind him. "Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure." The tech shrugged, he was also ignoring the couple as Dean pulled Maeve closer and started whispering in her ear. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife, "What do you mean? Guys, please." Sam snipped, turning to the couple who finally broke away from one another.
"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen." The tech explains, "The eyes are mush; what would cause something like that?" Sam asked, stepping between the couple to keep them from each other for the moment. "Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims." The tech shrugs, "Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked with a scoff, "That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the Doctor." He shrugs back, "Hey, think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh...our paper." Dean hesitates slightly, hoping the man would agree with him. "I'm not really supposed to show you that." Sam, annoyed, pulls out his wallet.
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Thirty minutes later, the trio walk into the funeral of the man they just saw on the table. There is a picture of him on the desk, the attendees are all men in black suits and women in black dresses, except Dean and Sam. Maeve was in black, but that was her natural attire; black shirt, black pants and black combat boots. "Feel like we're underdressed." Dean murmurs gently, Maeve lets out a small snort. They keep walking through the house towards the back, where a man points the trio towards the dead man's family. They stand there with two other females, who they assume are friends. "You must be Donna, right?" Dean asks with a small smile, "Yeah."
"Hi, uh-we're really sorry." Sam speaks awkwardly as he gives a stiff smile, "Thank you." The woman responds with a teary smile of her own. "I'm Sam, this is Dean and his girlfriend Maeve. We worked with your dad." Maeve shoots Sam a look as Dean slightly chokes on his spit, they still hadn't made anything official. Donna looks towards her friend, then back towards the trio. "You did?" She questions them, her friend's eyes holding suspicion. "Yeah. This whole thing. I mean, a stroke." Sam spoke gently, "I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now." Her friend snaps towards him with glare on her face. "It's okay. I'm okay." The daughter gives her friend a reassuring smile, even though it was full of sadness. "Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?"
"No." Donna responded as the youngest turns to face them with upset look on her face. "That's because it wasn't a stroke." She insisted, "Lily, don't say that." Donna scolded her lightly as Sam bent down to talk to Lily. "What?" He asked, "I'm sorry, she's just upset." Donna spoke with a tired smile as she grabbed Lily to hold her. "No, it happened because of me." Maeve frowned at the young girls words. "Sweetie, it didn't." Donna insisted with a shake of her head as tears developed in her eyes. "Lily." Sam gets down on eye level with Lily, "Why would you say something like that?" Dean and Maeve watch them with confused looks. "Right before he died, I said it." She whimpered out, "You said what?" Maeve asked with a gentle voice.
"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror." A pause passed over the trio as they tensed up, Maeve's eyes widened as she looked away. It had been a while, but Maeve knew Mary was a real legend. "She took his eyes, that's what she does." Lily insisted, "That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault." Her sister insisted, "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?" Sam asked, he looks between the sisters. "No, I don't think so." The three make their way inside after the girls moved away from them. Maeve watches Sam and Dean in the mirror as they approach it, then they rounded the corner together.
They make their way towards the bathroom where the man was found dead. Sam pushes the door open, there is still some dried blood on the floor. "The Bloody Mary legend... Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow, "Not that I know of." Dean walks into the bathroom and Sam stoops to the floor, touching the dried blood. "I mean, everywhere else all over the country, kids will play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it." Sam frowns, "Yeah, well, maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening. There is always a real story behind every creation, whether it's a place or a person, depends." Maeve says with a shrug, Dean smirks at his woman. "The place where the legend began?"
Dean shrugs and opens the medicine cabinet, "But according to the legend, the person who says B..." Sam looks at the medicine cabinet mirror, which now faces him, and closes it. "The person who says you know what gets it. But here..." He frowns at the thought, it was strange though, this wasn't like the stories he knows. "Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah." Dean agrees with a frown of his own, they were all stumped. "Right." Maeve sighs, over time she had heard tones of legends, myths, and stories. Hell, she has turned into a legend herself; things like this don't shock her. The fact that it doesn't go along with the legend is what was bothering her. "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."
"It's worth checking in to." The trio goes to leave the bathroom only to stop short at the sight of the blonde girl from downstairs. "What are you doing up here?" She snips with a glare in her face, Maeve scoffs with an eye roll. "We-we, had to go to the bathroom." Dean lies horribly causing everyone to look towards him with weirded out looks. "Who are you?" Maeve glares at the girl, "Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad." Dean tries but it doesn't work very well. "He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself." She insisted with a frown, "No, I know, I meant..." She cut Dean off, which really pissed Medusa off. "And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that? So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming." Maeve lets out a laugh before moving to get in the girls face, "Scream, then. We don't have to explain anything to you." She flinches slightly as Dean watches with a gulp, Sam sighs and pulls her back.
"All right, all right. Sorry about her, she hasn't got much sleep." Maeve sticks her tongue out at Sam who shoots her a look in reply. "We think something happened to Donna's dad." The girl scoffed back a laugh, "Yeah, a stroke." She insisted with a frown as she eyed the trio. "That's not a sign of a typical stroke. We think it might be something else." Sam explained to her, "Like what?" She asked. "Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth." Sam told her, giving her a gentle smile. "So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead." Maeve muttered out with a glare, Dean gives her a small snort; she really was grumpy with this girl. "Who are you, cops?" Sam looks over his shoulder at Dean and Maeve, "Something like that." Dean mutters out.
"I'll tell you what. Here." Sam reaches into his pocket, pulls out a paper and pen, and starts writing down his cell number. "If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary...just give us a call." Sam hands her the paper as they move to walk down the hallway.
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"Well, that sounds annoying." Dean grumbles with an eye roll, Maeve smiles at him; he winks back. "No it won't be so bad, as long as we..." He looks at the computers which all say, 'Out of Order' on them, he lets out an annoyed chuckle. "I take it back. This will be very annoying." Maeve gives him a pat on the back before going towards a bookshelf, "Might as well get to work, boys." She starts reading the spines of the books as Dean watches her with a soft look. He pats Sam on the shoulder too, before following after her to pick out books to take for research. An hour later, the trio was back in the motel; Sam having passed out almost as soon as they got back while Maeve and Dean sat across one another doing research. Dean kept trying to play footsies with her under the table, every time she looked up; he would shoot her a wink in response.
Maeve and Dean look towards Sam who just gasped himself awake from the nightmare he was having. "Why'd you let me fall asleep?" Sam asked as he stares up at the ceiling, Maeve felt bad for him; she understood more than anyone about nightmares. "Cause I'm an awesome brother. So what did you dream about?" Dean asks with a raised eyebrow towards his brother, Sam sighs; his head turning to face them. His eyes meeting Maeve's who had a familiar look in her eyes, "Lollipops and candy canes." Sam spoke sarcastically with an eye roll, turning away from them. "Yeah, sure." Dean scoffed, "Did you find anything?" Sam asks again.
"Oh besides a whole new level of frustration?" Sam sits up, watching his brother with amusement. "No. I've looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror, and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave, but uh, no Mary." Sam falls back on the bed, "Maybe we just haven't found it yet." He sighs in agreement and annoyance. "I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area, you know...eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing. Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary." Sam's cell phone rings, he grunts as he moves to answer it.
"Hello?" They don't hear who is calling, but a look of concern comes across Sam's face. They watch as he quickly moves to grab his stuff as he hangs up the phone, "We gotta go." He rushes out, leaving the other two in the room full of confusion. Maeve shrugs towards Dean before grabbing her shit as well and following after the younger Winchester. Dean groans, grabbing his jacket and keys; before shutting the door behind as he follows.
Ten minutes later, Charlie is sitting on a bed, Dean is sitting across from her, Maeve sitting in between Dean's legs and Sam is standing in front of them. Charlie is crying, "And they found her on the bathroom floor. And herβher eyes. They were gone." Sam winces as he sadly frowns towards the girl. "I'm sorry." Maeve hands her a napkin, Charlie gives her a grateful smile. "And she said it." Dean looks towards Sam, "I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?" Charlie asked them with wide eyes, "No, you're not insane." Dean spoke with a sigh, "Oh God, that makes me feel so much worse." Maeve smacked Dean gently on the leg, he just smirked and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Look. We think something's happening here. Something that can't be explained."
"And we're gonna stop it but we could use your help."
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Charlie sighs sadly, "Trust us, this is for the greater good. Hit the lights." Maeve goes over to turn off the lights. "What are you guys looking for?" Charlie asked, looking between the three of them. "We'll let you know as soon as we find it." Sam has a digital camera ready, and hands it to Dean. "Hey, night vision." Dean turns on the night vision for him, Maeve watching the boys with a small smile. They were the perfect team, whether they liked it or not. "Perfect." The digital camera is aimed at Dean, who poses dramatically. "Do I look like Paris Hilton?" Maeve lets out a laugh as Sam scoffs and walks away with the camera. He opens Jill's closet door and begins filming around the mirror. "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?"
"Beats me." Sam closes the closet door, "I want to know why Jill said it in the first place." Dean states, looking towards Charlie with a pointed look on his face. She winced in response, Maeve watches her in interest. "It's just a joke." Charlie breathed out with tears gathering in her eyes once more. "Yeah well somebody's gonna say it again, it's just a matter of time." Sam is in the bathroom filming around the mirror when he stops and sees trickles of something running out from behind the mirror. "Hey." Maeve, Dean and Charlie turn to look at him. "There's a black light in the trunk, right?" Dean nods before leaving the room to go get it, Maeve checking his ass out as he climbed out the window. "Looking good, Dean." She called out quietly causing him to turn and point at her. "We haven't had sex in three weeks, quit testing me woman." He hissed back before rushing to the impala.
She fell back into the room with a laugh, turning to see Sam has carried the mirror out to Jill's bed and lays it on the bed upside down. A minute later, Dean throws him a black light and moves over to Maeve who smiled innocently at him. Sam peels off the brown paper that is on the back of the mirror. Sam shines the black light over the back of the mirror and we see a handprint, and the words, 'Gary Bryman.' "Gary Bryman?" Charlie read out loud with a frown on her face. "You know who that is?" Maeve asked, raising an eyebrow towards the young girl. "No." They all sigh before leaving, going back to the bench from before. Maeve, Dean and Charlie are sitting on it, waiting for Sam to come back from his research run. Maeve hums gently as she runs her fingers through Dean's hair, he shoots her a look. She just smirks before throwing her legs over his as Sam comes up behind them.
"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." Charlie gasped suddenly, "Oh my God." They all turned to face her with frowns. "What?" Sam asked, "Jill drove that car." Charlie breathed out with a shake of her head. "We need to get back to your friend Donna's house." They make their way back to the original house where Sam and Dean are hunched over the back of the mirror with a black light. There is a handprint on it, and the words, 'Linda Shoemaker.' Maeve stands behind them with her arms crossed and a frown on her face. "Linda Shoemaker." She mutters out.
Downstairs, the trio stand in front of Donna with Charlie. "Why are you asking me this?" Donna asked with a frown as she crossed her arms over her chest. "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 snaps in anger, "Now Donna, just listen." Dean started off only to get smacked by Maeve as Donna glares towards him. "Get out of my house!" She runs upstairs, Charlie turns to them with wide eyes. "Oh my God. Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?" She asked them, "Maybe." Sam breathes out with a confused look. "I think I should stick around." Charlie stated as she looks upstairs towards where her friend had fun off. "All right. Whatever you do, don't..."
"Believe me, I won't say it."
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"I know, I was thinking the same thing." Dean nodded, "With mister Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run." Sam breathed out, Maeve freezes as she listens to the pattern. "Both had secrets where people died." She breathed out as she slowly looked up, "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 explained, raising an eyebrow towards his brother. "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."
"Whether you're the one that summoned her or not." Maeve states, "Take a look at this." Dean gestures to a picture of a woman laying by a mirror in a puddle of blood. Dean prints out another picture and hands it to Sam. The picture is of a handprint and the letters, 'Tre.' "Looks like the same handprint." Sam replied, "Her name was Mary Worthingtonβan unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana." Maeve let out a small sigh as she rubbed her eyes, "Well, I say we get some sleep and then head over there first thing in the morning." Sam and Dean agreed with nods before they hit the sack.
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"That's right." The detective nodded with a sad look on his face. "See sir, when we asked you what happened, we wanted to know what you think happened." He gets up, moving towards a filing cabinet; pulling some files out. "Technically I'm not supposed to have a copy of this." He opens a file to the picture Sam and Dean found on the computer. "Now see that there? T-R-E?" They all nod, "Yeah." Dean utters out with a frown on his face. "I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer." The Detective hands a file to Maeve who starts to look through it. "You know who it was?" She asked, looking up at the older man. "Not for sure. But there was a local man, a surgeon-Trevor Sampson." He pulls out a picture of a man. "And I think he cut her up good."
"Now why would he do something like that?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "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 explained to the trio, "Yeah, but how do you know it was Sampson who killed her?" Dean asked, his head turning to the side in confusion. "It's hard to say, but the way her eyes were cut out...it was almost professional." The detective breathed out, Maeve sighed as she stood up. "But you could never prove it?" She asked, placing the files on the table; her hands moving to her hips. "No. No prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous." The man explains with a shake of his head and a sigh, "Is he still alive?" Dean asked, "Nope." He sits down and sighs. "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." Maeve hummed gently, so her thoughts were right. It was the mirror, "What about that mirror?"She nods at the one in the picture. "It's not in some evidence lockup somewhere is it?" She gave him a pointed look, "Ah, no. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago." Her eyes turned towards the boys as a look of realization appeared on their faces. "You have the names of her family by any chance?"
Five minutes later, Dean is driving back towards the town; Maeve sits quietly in the backseat as Sam speaks on his cell phone. "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." Sam hangs up, "So?" Dean and Maeve ask together. "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." Sam explains to them, "So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" Dean asked with a scoff, "Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow." Sam mused lightly with a sigh of his own. "Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" Maeve asked, popping her head up between them with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah there is. Yeah, when someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped." Sam replied, looking towards her. "So, Mary dies in front of a mirror, and it draws in her spirit." Dean finishes for his brother, they all agree. "Yeah, but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?" Sam asks, looking between them with a frown. "I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it." Maeve speaks with a smirk as Dean nods back with a laugh, "That's my girl!" He cheered, gently banging his hands against the steering wheel. "Yeah, I don't know, maybe." Sam's cell phone rings, "Hello." The look of concern comes across his face again as he turns to Maeve and Dean. "Charlie?" He asks in panic, this wasn't good.
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π©πππ ππ πππ πππππ, Charlie is sitting on the bed with her head on her knees, while Sam, Maeve and Dean have all of the curtains drawn shut, are throwing sheets over the mirrors, or facing them to the wall or floor. Shortly afterwards Sam sits next to Charlie, "Hey, hey it's ok. Hey, you can open up your eyes Charlie. It's okay, all right?" Charlie looks 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 explained to her as Dean and Maeve stand there watching. "But I can't keep that up forever. I'm gonna die, aren't I?" Charlie asked with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"No. No. Not anytime soon." Dean moves to sit on the bed too, "All right Charlie. We need to know what happened." Dean started out, "We were in the bathroom. Donna said it." Maeve sighs with a shake of her head as she moves towards the girl. "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?" She asked, leaning against the desk in the room. "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 puts her face back on her knees and starts crying again. The trio look towards one another, ready to fight this bitch off once and for all.
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π«πππ π πππππ πππ ππππππ, the rain pounding against the windshield. They are on their way to shop that apparently held the mirror, Dean let out a sigh. "You know her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault." He spoke, looking towards Sam with a frown on his face. "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 responded with a frown on his face, Maeve and Dean both knew where his thoughts were going. "I guess." Dean murmured gently, "You know, I've been thinking. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror." Sam began, all of them with permanent frowns on their faces. "Why, what do you mean?"
"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 explains to them, "Well, how do you know that's going to work?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow towards his brother. "I don't, not for sure." Sam starts, "Who's gonna summon her?" Dean asked with a frown on his face. "I will. She'll come after me." Sam speaks, his voice full of sadness. "You know what, that's it." Dean pulls 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 nightβit's gonna kill you. Now listen to meβIt 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."
"I don't blame you." Sam sighed as he turned towards his brother, Maeve sat silently in the back; waiting for them to finish up their bro moment. "Well you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done." Dean tells him with a glare, "I could've warned her." Sam snapped back, "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 spoke with a shake of his head. "No you don't." Maeve let out a sigh of annoyance, these boys. "I don't what?" Dean asked with a glare, "You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything." Sam mutters quietly, "What are you talking about?" Dean asked, squinting his eyes towards Sam who looks away with a sad look in his eyes. "Well it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?" He snipped back causing Dean to look 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." Sam states, when Maeve suddenly clears her throat. "It doesn't have to be you, genius. I'll do it." She spoke up, both men making eye contact with one another before looking back at her. "No." She glares back in response as she crosses her arms with a scoff.
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πΊππ ππ ππππππ to pick the lock on the door, It opens and they see many mirrors are in this shop. "Well...that's just great." He pulls out the picture of Mary's dead body to look at the mirror. "Alright, let's start looking." They split up and walk around the store and we see a flashing light that seems to be part of an alarm. "Maybe they've already sold it." Sam's flashlight stops on the mirror, "I don't think so." Maeve and Dean walk over to him and pulls out the picture again to compare. It is the mirror, "That's it." He sighs, "You sure about this?" Sam hands Dean the flashlight, who nods back. "Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." He looks towards Maeve and Dean who give him unsure looks back. Sam picks up the crowbar, "Bloody Mary."
Dean turns to see a light coming through the store. "I'll go check that out. Stay here, be careful." Sam readies the crowbar again, "Smash anything that moves." He demands towards Sam and Maeve who nod in return while Dean crawls away towards the front door. He sees a headlight, "Crap." He hands the crowbar to Maeve and begins to walk to the door. Maeve quickly makes her way back to Sam who hears a breath, so he turns to look at a different mirror, when he turns his back to the mirror, Mary is in it. "Right, big man. Ready to play hide and seek?" Maeve asks Sam with a wink, he couldn't help, but let out a small chuckle as he shakes his head. They both pause when they see Mary in a different mirror now. Sam sees her there out of the corner of his eye and smashes the mirror with the crowbar. She is in a different one, which Maeve gets only to miss as well. Sam sees her again, smashing that mirror too. They are now back facing her mirror, "Come on. Come into this one."
Sam looks oddly at his reflection, which has now taken a mind of its own, like Jill's. Sam starts having trouble breathing and has a trickle of blood coming out of his eye. He drops the crowbar and grabs his heart. Maeve frown in confusion as she raises the crowbar, "Hey, bitch!" She shouts out, Mary turns to face her as Maeve swings; smashing the mirror and releasing Sam. Dean comes running back in, quickly bending down to the floor next to Sam. "Sam, Sammy!" Maeve spins around with a smirk on her face. "I got her, don't worry." Dean gives his woman a smirk, "Nice job, babe." He cheers gently, looking back to Sam who gives them a bitch face. "It's Sam." Dean winces as he gestures to the blood that had come out of his eyes. "God, are you okay?"
"Uh, yeah." Sam responded slowly, Maeve moving over to help. "Come on, come on." They pull Sam up, Dean puts Sam's arm over his neck, and they begin to walk out, until Mary comes out of the frame of the mirror. They turn around to see her crawling over the broken glass, they back away together as Mary walks towards them. "Seriously?" Maeve asks as her eyes start to burn, the world spinning as they all fall to the ground. Maeve immediately starts to cry out in pain as the boys start bleeding from the face, but Dean reaches up and pulls over a mirror so that Mary is forced to see her own reflection.
"You killed them! All those people! You killed them!" Mary starts choking to death and melts into a pile of blood. Dean throws down the mirror he held and it shatters, Maeve is laying facing away from them; whimpering in pain. All those deaths. All that pain. Over and over. Sam reaches towards her as Dean moves to pull her into his body. "Baby. It's ok, we've got you." They held her, all in pain and all tired as hell. "Hey, Sam?" Dean starts after a few moments, "Yeah?" Sam asks, "This has got to be like...what? 600 years of bad luck?" Sam chuckles weakly, Maeve slowly moves to speaks. "It would be horrible if it was longer." Sam immediately stops chuckling as her voice drops. Dean holds her tightly as her body goes limp, "Maeve? Maeve, sweetheart? Wake up." Maeve was out cold, Dean and Sam worried as hell for the woman.
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π»ππ ππππ πππππππ, Maeve sits in the backseat with a massive headache, Charlie sitting next to her. Maeve had woken up in the motel with bandages wrapped around her face; the boys had immediately started worrying over her. She explained to them that she was fine, just a past that she couldn't explain at the moment. Sam immediately letting it go, since he already knew, but Dean was slightly annoyed by the amount of secrecy she kept with him. He dropped it for now, telling her that when she got better; they would talk. Dean is driving with Sam sitting quietly in the passenger seat, soon they pull up to the girls house.
"So this is really over?" Charlie asks, Dean nods in response. "Yeah, it's over." He wraps his arm around Maeve's waist. "Thank you." Dean reaches back to shake her hand, and she gets out of the car. "Charlie?" Charlie turns 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." Sam tells her gently, Charlie smiles faintly, then turns around to go into the house. Dean hits Sam, with a brotherly smile on his face. "That's good advice." Dean starts the engine and they drive off, "Hey, Sam?" Sam turns to face Dean with a confused look on his face. "Yeah?" Maeve watches with a small smile on her lips, "Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret is." Sam sighs, his eyes meeting Maeve's in the mirror. "Look...you're my brother and I'd die for you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself." Sam looks out the window and the trio moves on once more.
Another hunt, another town, another monster.
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