~Bloody Mary~

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Sam gasped awake from another nightmare, dean was shaking him, calling his name.

Sam sat up and looked around, seeing Dean and August in the drivers seat.

August was standing up on deans leg, holding herself up on the window, reaching for the birds that flew by. Dean keep this hands on her legs to keep her from flipping herself out of the car window.

"I take it I was having a nightmare?" Sam spoke up, asking his brother.

"Yeah, another one." Dean nodded.

"Hey, at least I got some sleep." Sam stated.

"Yeah, you know sooner or later, we're gonna talk about this." Dean told him, pulling august away from the window, and rolling it back up.

August made a noise as if she was yelling at Dean for taking the outside away from her.

Dean made the noise back to her.

"Don't get lippy." He told her.

Sam chuckled a little.

Nine months old and she already had deans attitude.

"Are we here?" Sam asked his brother.

"Yep. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio." Dean said, gasping at August, making her give a toothy grin.

Sam picked up the newspaper on the dash, looking at it and seeing the picture of the guy Dean had circled.

"What do you think really happened to this guy?" He asked.

"That's what we're gonna find out." Dean stated.

"Dean, are you sure we should take her in here?" Sam asked his brother.

"Sam, I'm not gonna leave her out here, it'll get too cold!" Dean stated.

"Dean, it's a morgue." Sam said.

"Dude, she's nine months old, it's not like she'll remember anything anyways, that is, if she even sees anything." Dean shrugged, "Let's go, get her carrier, would you?" He picked August up, and got out of the car, Sam following him.

Sam got Augusts carrier out of the backseat, and met dean behind the impala with it.

Sam held up the carrier while Dean laid August in it, buckling her in.

"Alright." Dean chuckled, ruffling the bit of curly brown hair on Augusts head.

~~~

Sam and Dean entered a room, Morgue 144.

"Hey." A man sitting at a desk spoke up to them.

"Hey." Dean smiled.

"Can I help you?" The man asked them.

"Yeah, we're the med students." Dean told him.

"Sorry?" The guy asked.

"Oh, Dr. Fliglavitch didn't tell you?" Dean asked, gesturing to the empty desk beside the one they were standing at. "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." He told him.

"Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch."

"Oh. Well, he said, uh— oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind showing us the body, do you?" Dean said.

"Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him, if you want." The man told them.

"An hour? Ooh. We got to be heading back to Columbus by then." Dean said looking to his brother.

"Yeah." Sam nodded, looking down at August who was grinning at him from her carrier.

"Uh, look, man, this papers like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out?" Dean asked.

"Look, man— no." The guy shook his head making Deans smile fall.

Dean chuckled, turning away from the guy towards his brother.

"I'm gonna hit him in his face, I swear." He said, Sam hit his shoulder and stepped in front of the man, clearing his throat.

Sam got his wallet out of his pocket, and opened it, laying some cash on the desk. Dean scoffed, watching his brother.

"Follow me." The guy picked up the cash, getting up out of his seat.

Sam went to follow him, but Dean grabbed his brothers jacket, pulling him back.

"Dude, I earned that money."

"You won it in a poker game."

"Yeah." Dean nodded, stating that he still earned it.

Sam went to walk away again, but Dean took the baby carrier from him.

August babbled, reaching up to dean. He smiled at her, and put his free hand in her grasp.

~~~

"The newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." Sam said to the man as they stood in front of the table with the shoemaker corpse.

"More than that. They practically liquified." The man stated, pulling the covers down over Mr. Shoemaker's head.

"Any sign of a struggle, maybe somebody did it to him?" Dean asked.

"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone."

"What's the official cause of death?" Sam asked.

"Docs not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm." The man said. "Something burst up in there, that's for sure."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."

"The eyes— what would cause something like that?" Sam asked him.

"Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims."

"Yeah, you ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked.

"That's a first for me. But, hey, I'm not the doctor."

"You think we could take a look at that police report?" Dean asked. "You know, for our paper?"

"I'm not really supposed to show you that." The man said, a slight smirk on his face.

Dean looked to Sam who once again dug his wallet out of his jacket pocket, getting out some cash.

August cooed quietly, her hand in her mouth.

~~~

"Might not be one of ours. Might just be some freak medical thing." Sam said.

"How many times in dads long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?" Dean stated.

"Uh, almost never." Sam said.

"Exactly." Dean said.

"Alright. Let's go talk to the daughter." Sam said as they walked down some more stairs.

~~~

Sam and Dean walked into the house, August was in the baby harness strapped to Deans chest.

"Feel like we're underdressed." Dean said after seeing everyone else was dressed in all black.

They walked through the hallway, through the kitchen, and out into the backyard where the daughters of the victim were.

"You must be Donna, right?" Dean asked the one with short dark brown hair.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"Hi, uh— we're really sorry." Sam told her.

"Thank you." Donna nodded slightly.

"I'm Sam. This is Dean, and August." Sam introduced them, Dean gave a small wave using Augusts tiny hand. "We worked with your dad."

Donna looked over at her friend, Charlie.

"You did?" Donna asked.

"Yeah. This whole thing— I mean, a stroke." Dean said.

"I don't think she wants to talk about this right now." Charlie told them.

"It's okay, I'm okay." Donna told her.

"Were there ever any symptoms?" Dean asked. "Dizziness, migraines?"

"No." Donna shook her head.

The girl sitting next to them then whipped around to face them.

"That's because it wasn't a stroke." She stated.

"Lily, don't say that." Donna said.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I'm sorry, she's just upset." Donna apologized.

"No, it happened because of me." Lily said.

"Sweetie, it didn't." Donna told her.

"Lily, why would you say something like that?" Sam asked the little girl.

"Right before he died, I said it."

"You said what?"

"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror." Lily stated. "She took his eyes, that's what she does."

"That's not why dad died. This isn't your fault." Donna told her sister.

"I think your sisters right, Lily." Dean spoke up. "There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. I mean, your dad didn't say it, did he?"

"No, I don't think so." Lily shrugged lightly.

Dean tilted his head to the side as August cooed against his chest.

~~~

The Winchesters had gone upstairs in the house, they were looking for the upstairs bathroom.

Once they found it, they pushed the door open and saw blood stains on the floor.

"The Bloody Mary legend—" Sam started. "Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?" He asked his brother.

"Not that I know of." Dean said, walking past his brother into the bathroom.

August was babbling loudly, so Dean gently put his hand over her mouth, muffling the sound just a little as she continued to babble away.

"I mean, everywhere else, all over the country, kids will play Bloody Mary. And as far as we know, nobody dies from it." Sam stated, coming further into the bathroom.

"Yeah, well, maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening." Dean said.

"The place where the legend began?" Sam questioned, earning a head tilt from dean.

"But according to the legend, the person who says—" Sam stopped as Dean turned the mirror to face him.

Sam pushed the mirror shut.

"The person who says you know what gets it." Sam finished. "But here—"

"Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah." Dean said.

"Right." Sam nodded.

"Never heard anything like that before." Dean stated, gently stroking Augusts hair as she had stopped babbling. "Still, the guy did die right in front of a mirror. And the daughters right, the way the legend goes, you know who scratches your eyes out."

"It's worth checking into." Sam said.

The men then looked up as they heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

They quickly exited the bathroom only to come face to face with Charlie.

"What are you doing up here?" She questioned them.

Dean looked around for a short second before his eyes landed on August.

"Baby needed diaper change." He said, nodding his head.

"Who are you?" Charlie asked.

"Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donnas dad." Dean stated.

"He was a day trader or something, he worked by himself." Charlie said.

"No, I know, I meant—"

"And those weird questions downstairs, what was that?" Charlie questioned them.

The brothers stayed quiet.

"So you tell me what's going on or I start screaming."

"Alright, alright." Sam said. "We think something happened to Donnas dad." He told her.

"Yeah, a stroke." Charlie stated.

"That's not the sign of a typical stroke." Sam stated. "We think it might be something else."

"Like what?" Charlie asked.

"Honestly, we don't know yet." Sam told her. "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 tilted his head to the side, but Charlie stayed quiet.

"Who are you, cops?" She asked them.

The brothers looked at each other.

"Something like that." Dean stated.

"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 his number down on a piece of paper from his pocket, just before handing it to Charlie.

The Winchesters then walked past her.

~~~

"Say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town." Dean started. "There's gonna be some sort of proof— a local woman who died nasty." He said.

"Yeah, but a legend this widespread, it's hard." Sam stated. "I mean, there's like 50 versions of who she actually is. One story says she's a witch, another says she's a mutilated bride." Sam listed off. "There's a lot more."

"Alright, so what are we supposed to be looking for?" Dean asked as they walked into the library.

"Well, every versions got a few things in common." Sam stated. "It's always a woman named Mary, and she always dies in front of a mirror." He said. "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."

"Well, that sounds annoying." Dean stated as August played with his hands.

"No, it won't be so bad, as long as we—" Sam cut himself off when he saw all the library computers were out of order. "Huh. I take it back. This will be very annoying."

August let out a huff, letting her head hit Deans chest.

"I know, August Jude." Dean sighed, patting her belly. "I know."

~~~

August crawled around on the floor in front of the chair Dean was sitting in, reading a book and watching the baby very closely.

August had a habit, just like most babies, where if she found anything on the floor, anything at all, it was going in her mouth. Then Dean would have to fish whatever it was out of her mouth, in hopes she didn't choke on it before he could get to her.

Dean looked up as Sam gasped awake.

"Why'd you let me fall asleep?" Sam asked his brother, his voice a little scratchy.

"Because I'm an awesome brother." Dean stated as August grasped onto his pants leg. "So, what did you dream about?" He asked, August pulled herself up into a standing position.

"Lollipops and candy canes." Sam said sarcastically.

"Yeah, sure." Dean nodded before his eyes shifted to August, he playfully gasped at her. "Look at you! Standing up all by yourself!" He smiled and chuckled, ruffling her hair.

August grinned and laughed.

Sam turned his head towards his brother and niece, and he couldn't help but smile at them.

"You find anything?" He asked his big brother.

"Oh, besides a whole new level of frustration? No." Dean stated. "I've looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine, commited suicide in front of a mirror, and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave. But, uh, no Mary." He said just before August started whining. "What?" He asked the baby. "You want this?" Dean picked up her binky from the table beside the chair, then held it down to her.

August whined, turning her head away from it.

"Okay, you want your sippy?" Dean asked, grabbing the sippy cup off the table, then bringing it down to her.

August took it from him and started drinking from it, calming down from her whining fit.

Sam sighed and flopped back down on his pillow.

"Maybe we just haven't found it yet." He said.

"I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area, you know, eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing." Dean said as August laid her head against his leg, still drinking her juice. "There's nothing." Dean told his brother. "Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary." He stated, pulling August up into his lap.

Sam's phone then started ringing, he fished it out of his pocket, and answered it.

"Hello?" Sam asked as he put his phone to his ear.

Sam's face fell, then he sat up.

~~~

August was asleep in her carrier that sat on the bench beside Dean. She was wrapped up in her blanket, and had her binky in her mouth.

There was another blanket draped over the carrier. It was cold outside, and the last thing Dean and sam both wanted was for August to get sick. But there was no way Dean was leaving his baby unattended in the car, especially when strangers were walking by every few minutes.

Besides, it would be irresponsible of him.

Charlie had called Sam, and they met up with her at the park. She was crying, sitting on the bench beside Dean and the baby carrier, Sam was standing.

Charlie called to tell them that her friend had died after saying Bloody Mary three times in the mirror while on the phone with her, as a joke, but of course now it wasn't much of a joke.

It never really was to begin with for Charlie.

"And they found her on the bathroom floor." Charlie cried. "And her— her eyes...they were gone." She told the brothers.

"I'm sorry." Sam apologized.

"And she said it." Charlie added. "I heard her say it."

Dean looked up at Sam.

"But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?"

"No, you're not insane." Dean said, resting his hand on the baby carrier and gently rocking it back and forth.

"Oh, god, that makes me feel so much worse." Charlie stated, shaking her head.

"Look..." Sam started.

Dean looked up at him.

"We think somethings happening here, something that can't be explained." Sam told the girl.

"And we're gonna stop it, but we could use your help." Dean added.

Charlie looked at him.

~~~

Sam, Dean, and August all waited outside on the roof. Thankfully August wasn't in a whiny mood, so more than likely she would be quiet.

A few minutes had passed and the window the Winchesters were waiting outside of, finally opened, revealing Charlie.

She moved aside, letting them climb through the window into the house.

"What did you tell Jill's mom?" Sam asked the teen.

"I just said I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things." Charlie said as Dean closed the window back. "I hate lying to her."

"Trust us. This is for the greater good." Dean said, setting Augusts carrier on the bed. "Hit the lights."

Charlie went over and flipped the light switch off. August let out a tiny whine, Dean gently shushed her, rocking the carrier a little, but still doing his job with his other hand.

"What are you guys looking for?" Charlie questioned the brothers.

"We'll let you know as soon as we find it." Dean said.

"Hey, night vision." Sam held up a camera.

Dean reached over, turning the night vision mode on, as Sam was confused and didn't know how to do it.

"Thanks." Sam thanked his big brother.

Dean took a double-take as he noticed the camera was pointed at him. He turned his butt towards the camera a little.

"Do I look like Paris Hilton?" He asked his brother.

Sam chuckled as Dean raised his brows.

August giggled making Dean smile at her.

Sam started walking through the room, and Dean followed him. Sam went to the closet and held up the camera to it, looking it over.

"So, I don't get it. I mean, the first victim didn't summon Mary, and second victim did. How's she choosing them?" Sam asked.

"Beats me." Dean shrugged as he walked around with the EMF detector.

Sam closed the closet door and moved to the other side of the room.

"I want to know why Jill said it in the first place." Dean said, looking to Charlie.

"It's just a joke." Charlie stated as she hardly shrugged a shoulder, the guilt clear on her face.

"Yeah, well, somebody's gonna say it again. It's just a matter of time." Dean stated.

Sam went to another mirror, looking over it with the camera. He got to the bottom part of the frame, and stopped.

"Hey." He spoke up.

Dean looked over at him.

"There's a black light in the trunk, right?"

~~~

Dean closed the window quietly and Sam laid the mirror on the bed. Dean turned to August, giving her the pacifier he grabbed while he was out at the impala.

Dean smiled at his baby and gently stroked her hair, then he turned to Sam, throwing him the light.

Sam ripped the back of the mirror, and turned on the black light, hovering over the back.

There was a handprint, then words.

"Gary Bryman?" Charlie read aloud in a questioning tone.

"You know who that is?" Sam turned off the light and looked over at her.

"No." Charlie shook her head.

Sam and Dean looked at each other.

~~~

"Here, you want some more?" Dean asked August as he held a yogurt bite up to her.

August opened her mouth, letting Dean feed it to her.

Dean chuckled at her just before Sam came back to them.

"So, Gary Bryman was an 8-year-old boy." Sam stated, sitting down beside them on the bench. "Two years ago, he was killed in a hit and run."

Dean closed the bag of yogurt bites.

"The car was described as a black Toyota Camry, but nobody got the plates or saw the driver." Sam finished.

"Oh, my god." Charlie spoke up.

"What?" Sam asked as both men looked over at her.

"Jill drove that car." She stated.

The brothers once again looked at each other.

"We need to get back to your friend Donna's house." Dean told her.

~~~

After checking the mirror at Donna's house, and finding the mothers name on the mirror, the Winchesters talked to Donna.

"Why are you asking me all this?" Donna questioned them.

"Look, we're sorry, but it's important." Sam told her.

"Yeah. Linda's my mom, okay? She overdosed on sleeping pills. It was an accident, and that's it." Donna told them.

Charlie looked at the brothers, Dean gently bounced August in his arms to keep her calm and quiet.

"I think you should leave." Donna said.

"Donna, just listen—"

"Get out of my house!" Donna yelled at them, then rushed into another room.

"Oh, my god." Charlie spoke up. "Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?"

"Maybe." Sam stated.

"I think I should stick around." Charlie said.

Sam nodded.

"Alright. Whatever you do, don't—" Dean started but the teen cut him off.

"Believe me, I won't say it."

~~~

"Wait, wait, wait. You're doing a nationwide search?" Sam questioned his brother.

"Yep." Dean confirmed, gently rocking August to sleep in one arm. "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."

"But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town." Sam stated.

"I'm telling you, there's nothing local. I've checked." Dean said. "So unless you got a better idea—" he looked down at August to see if she was asleep, which she was.

Dean had learned to multitask very soon after he became a father. It was just easier that way.

"It seems like there's a pattern." Sam stated.

"I was thinking the same thing." Dean said.

"With Mr. Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run—"

"Both had secrets where people died."

"Right. There's a lot of folklore about mirrors— that they reveal all your lies, your secrets, that they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why it's bad luck to break them." Sam said.

"Right." Dean nodded. "Yeah, 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 summoned her or not." Sam said.

"Take a look at this." Dean hit a key on the keyboard and something started printing in the printer.

After the pictures had come out, Sam took them and looked at them, Dean had already seen it.

"Looks like the same handprint." Sam stated as he saw one of the pictures.

"Her name was Mary Worthington—" Dean told his brother. "An unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana." He said.

~~~

"I was on the job for 35 years, detective for most of that." The man told them. "Now, everybody packs it in with a few loose ends, but the Mary Worthington murder— that one still gets me."

"What exactly happened?" Dean asked him.

"You boys said you were reporters."

"We know Mary was 19, lived by herself. We know she won a few local beauty contests, dreamt of getting out of Indiana, being an actress." Sam said. "And we know, the night of March 29th, someone broke into her apartment and murdered her, cut out her eyes with a knife."

"That's right." The man nodded.

"See, sir, when we ask you what happened, we want to know what you think happened." Dean stated as he gently bounced August in his arms.

~~~

"Technically, I'm not supposed to have a copy of this." The man stated as he brought a box and set it on the table.

The brothers glanced at each other, but then leaned closer.

"Now, see that here, that T-R-E?" The man pointed at the picture.

"Yeah." Dean nodded.

"I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer."

"You know who it was?" Sam asked him.

"Not for sure." The man stated. "But there was a local man, a surgeon, Trevor Sampson." He brought up a picture of the man. "And I think he cut her up good."

"Now, why would he do something like that?" Sam asked.

"Her diary mentioned a man that she was seeing, she called him by his initial, T. Well, her last entry, she was gonna tell T's wide about their affair." He told them.

"But how do you know it was Sampson who killed her?" Dean questioned.

"It's hard to say. But the way her eyes were cut out, it was almost professional." The man said.

"But you could never prove it?" Dean questioned him.

"No. No prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous."

"Is he still alive?" Dean asked the man.

"Nope." The man shook his head, sitting down in a chair. "If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guys secret. But she never could."

"Where's she buried?" Sam asked.

"She wasn't. She was cremated." The man stated.

Dean looked at his brother.

"What about that mirror?" He looked back to the man. "It's not in some evidence lockup somewhere, is it?"

"Uh, no." The guy shook his head. "It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago." He said.

"You have the names of her family by any chance?" Sam asked.

~~~

"Oh, really?" Sam asked as he was on the phone. "Ah, that's too bad, Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror. Okay, well, maybe next time. Alright, thanks." Sam hung up the phone.

"So?" Dean asked.

"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 explained.

"So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" Dean questioned, glancing back at his daughter who was playing with her feet.

"Her spirits definitely tied up with it somehow."

"Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah, there is." Sam confirmed. "When someone would die in a house, people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped." He said.

"So, Mary dies in front of the mirror, and it draws in her spirit." Dean stated.

"Yeah, but how could she move through 100 different mirrors?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it." Dean said.

"Yeah, I don't know. Maybe." Sam sighed.

Just then, Sam's phone started ringing. He flipped it open and answered it.

"Hello?" He asked. "Charlie?"

Dean looked over at his brother.

~~~

August cooed quietly as Sam and Dean covered every mirror and anything that could make a reflection with blankets.

Charlie sat on the bed with her knees pulled to her chest, her head buried into them.

"Hey." Sam said as he sat beside Charlie. "Hey, it's okay. You can open up your eyes, Charlie. It's okay, alright?"

Charlie slowly looked up.

"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?" Sam told her. "And as long as you do that, she cannot get you."

"But I can't keep that up forever." Charlie stated, looking over at Sam. "I'm gonna die, aren't I?"

"No. No." Sam shook his head. "Not anytime soon."

"Alright, Charlie, we need to know what happened." Dean spoke up.

"We were in the bathroom. Donna said it." Charlie told him.

"That's not what we're talking about." Dean stated.

Charlie hardly glanced up at him.

"Something happened, didn't it, in your life. A secret...where someone got hurt?"

Charlie's tears started falling again. The brothers looked at one another.

"Can you tell us about it?" Dean asked.

"I had this boyfriend." Charlie started. "I loved him. But he kind of scared me, too, you know? And one night at his house, we got in this fight." She said. "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." Charlie cried. "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 sobbed.

Dean looked over at August.

~~~

"You know, her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault." Dean stated as they drove down the road.

"You know as well as I do, spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, Dean." Sam said. "Charlie had a secret, someone died. That's good enough for Mary." He said.

"I guess." Dean said.

"You know, I've been thinking, it might not be enough to just smash that mirror."

"Why, what do you mean?" Dean asked him.

"Well, Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean, she moves around mirror from mirror. Who's to say that she's not gonna just keep hiding in them forever?" Sam stated. "So maybe we should try to pin her down, you know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it."

"Well, how do you know that's gonna work?" Dean questioned his brother.

"I don't, not for sure." Sam said.

"Well, who's gonna summon her?" Dean questioned.

"I will." Sam said.

Dean shook his head, looking back to the road.

"She'll come after me." Sam stated.

"Alright, you know what? That's it." Dean pulled the impala off to the side of the road, and cut the engine.

Dean turned to face his brother.

"This is about Jessica, isn't it?" He said, Sam stayed quiet. "You think that's your dirty little secret, that you killed her somehow?" He questioned. "Sam, this has got to stop, man. I mean, the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the night, it's gonna kill you." Dean told his little brother. "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'm the one that dragged you away from her in the first place."

"I don't blame you." Sam looked over at him.

"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 what was gonna happen." Dean said. "And, besides, all of this isn't a secret. I mean, I know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway." He stated.

"No, you don't." Sam spoke.

"I don't what?" Dean asked.

"You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything." Sam shook his head.

"What are you talking about?" Dean questioned him.

"It wouldn't really be a secret if i told you, would it?" Sam stated.

Dean pulled his head back and raised his brows at his brother.

"No." He shook his head. "I don't like it. It's not gonna happen. Forget it." Dean told him.

"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."

Dean looked over at his brother, his brows furrowed, his jaw clenched.

"You've got to let me do this." Sam said.

~~~

Dean held Augusts carrier with her in it while Sam picked the lock to the store.

Sam got it unlocked, and pushed it open, then they headed inside.

They stopped when they saw over at least thirty mirrors in the store.

"Well, that's just great." Dean said sarcastically.

Sam sighed.

Dean pulled a picture out of his jacket pocket. It was a picture of Mary's mirror.

"Alright, let's start looking." Dean said, starting through the store, carrying august in her carrier.

Sam went his own way.

Dean walked around, looking for the mirror.

"Maybe they've already sold it." Dean called out to his brother.

"I don't think so."

Dean looked towards his brothers voice, and started towards it. He came up beside Sam, who was looking at a mirror.

Dean fished the picture out of his pocket again, and held it up, looking at both mirrors.

"That's it." He stated. "You sure about this?" He asked.

Sam didn't say anything, and just held the flashlight up to Dean.

Dean took it, and Sam stepped in front of the mirror.

"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." Sam looked at Dean, then back at the mirror, and he gripped his crowbar tightly. "Bloody Mary."

Dean turned his head as he heard vehicles pulling into the parking lot, he saw the lights shine in through the windows.

"I'll go check that out. Stay here. Be careful." Dean told his brother. "Smash anything that moves." He started towards the front of the store, taking August with him.

Dean crouched down a little as he rounded the corner.

"Crap." He said.

It was cops, two of them.

Dean looked down at August, then he had an idea.

He knew they wouldn't shoot him if he had a baby. He had watched his fair share of cop shows, he knew how it went.

Dean got up and started towards the door, walking outside.

"Hold it. Stop right there." One of the officers said.

"Whoa, guys, false alarm. I tripped the system." Dean told them.

"And who are you?" One of them asked.

"I'm the boss's kid." Dean told them.

"You're Mr. Yamashiro's kid?" One of them questioned, not believing it for a second.

Dean tilted his head at him.

"Put the baby down, son." One of the officers said, seeing the carrier on deans arm.

"I'm afraid I can't do that." Dean shook his head.

"Just hand the carrier over, and it'll all be fine." The other officer said.

Dean looked down at August who was looking up at him with big blue eyes. He smiled a little as he saw Delilah in them.

Dean then looked to the officers.

"Okay..." He slowly started handing the carrier over to one of them.

Just as the man went to take the carrier, dean lifted it above his head, and punched the officer instead. He then kicked the other officer in the stomach, and punched him in the face, knocking him unconscious, just like his buddy.

August giggled, clapping her hands. Dean smiled at her.

"Don't worry, I'm not handing you over, never in a million years." He told her.

August smiled at him, reaching her tiny hands up towards him. Dean put his free hand in her grasp, then he headed back inside to his brother.

When Dean got back to Sam, he saw his little brother on the floor, his eyes were bleeding, but his reflection was standing, yelling at him.

Dean set the baby carrier down and pulled her blanket up over her head, to keep her from seeing anything.

Dean grabbed the crowbar, and ran over, smashing the mirror. Dean dropped down to his brother.

"Sammy, Sammy!" He yelled, lifting his head to make his brother look at him.

"It's Sam." Sam spoke.

"God, are you okay?" Dean asked him.

"Uh, yeah."

Dean looked back at the mirror that was shattered.

"Come on, come on." Dean helped his brother up off the floor.

Sam groaned slightly.

Dean put Sam's arm over his shoulder, and helped him walk. They started walking, and Dean grabbed the baby carrier with one hand, picking it up.

They took a few more steps, but stopped when they heard glass crunching behind them.

Both brothers turned to look, and there Mary was, on the ground, crawling towards them. She then stood up, and both brothers started groaning, falling to the ground.

Dean held on tightly to the carrier until it hit the floor, and he barely let go. He looked around, his eyes landing on another mirror beside him.

He grabbed it, and showed it to Mary, letting her see herself.

Mary stopped and looked at herself.

"You killed them!" Her reflection spoke in a deep, eerie voice. "All those people! You killed them!"

Mary then started to deform, and fall to the floor into nothing but shards of glass.

Dean then threw the mirror in his hands, smashing it on the floor.

"August?" Dean turned to his baby who was quiet.

The blanket was still up, so she didn't see a thing. He pulled the blanket down to see August smile as soon as she saw him.

"Hey, sweet girl." Dean put his hand in her grasp, letting out a few breaths. "Hey, sam?"

"Yeah?" Sam asked.

"That's got to be like what, 600 years of bad luck?" He asked, looking at all the mirrors they had broken.

Sam let out breathy chuckle.

~~~

Dean pulled the impala to a stop in front of Charlie's house, he cut the engine, and turned to look at her.

"So this is really over?" Charlie asked.

Dean nodded.

"Yeah, it's over." He said.

"Thank you." Charlie nodded her head.

Dean sent her a smile.

Charlie turned and opened her door, getting out of the impala. She then started towards her house.

"Charlie?" Sam stopped her, making her turn back to them. "Your boyfriends death, you really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happen." He told her.

Charlie tilted her head upwards as a Thank you. She then turned, and walked up to her house, going inside.

Dean hit his brothers shoulder making him look at him.

"That's good advice." He stated.

Sam gave a slight smirk, and Dean started  up the impala, pulling away from the house.

August looked towards her slightly rolled down window and smiled, gently kicking her feet.

"Hey, sam?" Dean asked as he drove down the road.

"Yeah?" Sam looked over at him.

"Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret was." Dean told his brother.

"Look...you're my brother.  And I'd die for you. But there are some things I need to keep to myself."

Dean looked over at him, then back at the road.

Sam smirked a little, and looked out of his window. His smirk fell as he saw Jessica standing on the corner of the street, but as soon as they rounded the corner, she was gone.

Sam furrowed his brows a little, Dean glanced over at him.

But Sam never said a word.

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