~***~

The Impala bumped down the road through Toledo, Ohio. Sam lay asleep in the back seat with my jacket draped over his chest. Dean and I were glancing back at him every now and then, worry etched over our faces. He flinched in his sleep, mumbles slipping through his lips.

I looked back at him, tossing a pathetic look towards Dean. He rolled his eyes after a few seconds of silent pleading and nodded. I leaned into the backseat, patting his cheek lightly. "Sammy? Wake up." I coo, tugging his hair gently. His eyes snapped open and he shot upright. He was scared and confused, he took a moment to access the situation. He let out a sigh of relief when he realized he was in the Impala.

"I- I take it I was having a nightmare." Sam finally asked.

"Yeah..." I sigh, grasping his knee lightly. "It's getting worse, isn't it?"

He rubbed his forehead gently before nodding. He sniffed in roughly before exhaling. "At least I got in some sleep." Sam shrugged.

"You know, sooner or later, we're gonna have to talk about this." Dean threw in.

Sam ignored him, clearing his throat and stretched out his arms. "Are we here?"

"Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio." I say, flipping open a magazine. "The most boring place on our green earth." I gazed down at the big breasts of some 'Busty, Asian Beauties'. "Well, hot damn. Dean Winchester, is this your taste?" I ask, showing the page I was on had a dog ear. He reached out, his cheeks a light pink as he tried to hide the magazine.

"That's not mine!" He yelped, stuffing it under his ass as Sam started laughing.

I grabbed the newspaper and handed it back to Sam, smiling as he noticed the obituary I had circled. Stephan Shoemaker. The article noted that the death was sudden; and the whole thing was strange to Dean and I. "So, what do you think really happened to this guy?" Sam inquired after the two of us had filled him him.

"That's what we're gonna find out." Dean stated, flinching as I tug out the porno mag from underneath him and started flipping through it again. "Will you just put that up?" He whined as we stopped at the morgue.

"No sir, I will not. You deserve all the torment these beauties will cause." I smirk, rolling up the magazine and tossing it back to Sam. "Let's hustle."

We all got out and dead to room 144. The morgue technician gave us suspicious looks. "Hey."

"Hey." Dean greeted and steps up to him. I stood back with Sam, a smirk playing on my lips as we exchange looks.

"Can I help you?" The tech asks.

"Yeah, we're, um, med students." Dean stutters. The tech doesn't seem to buy it.

"Sorry?"

"Oh, Doctor Figlavitch didn't tell you? We talked to him on the phone. We uh... we're from Ohio State. He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker Corpse. It's for our paper." Dean lies and the tech shakes his head.

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

"Oh, well, he said uh... oh well, it doesn't matter. You don't mind showing us the body, do you?" Dean continues, the suspicion growing over the tech's face even more.

"Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour, you can wait for him if you want." He offers.

"An hour? Ohh, we gotta head back to Columbus by then." Dean sighed, giving us a worried look.

Sam matches it almost flawlessly. "Yeah."

"Uh, look man, this paper is like, half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out." Dean pleaded, but the tech wasn't having it.

"Uh, look man, no." He mocked and I swear Dean was about to pop. He turned back to us.

"I'm gonna hit him in his face. I swear." Dean growled lowly, pulling up his fists and clenching them.

"Watch and learn, sweetpea." I whisper, sauntering forward and leaning over, leaning on the desk and biting on my lower lip as I stared at the puny man. "Hey, I know those two aren't that attractive, but if you could just help us out a little, I'd do absolutely anything for you." I hummed, smiling wider when he stared down into my shirt. "I'd just be devastated if I failed this class." He stood up quickly, agreeing almost immediately with a lusty look on his face. "Thanks, babe. I'll come by after I get this turned in, yeah?"

"R-Right this way..." The tech stuttered, his face turning a bright red as I stood up. The boys just stared at me, their eyes wide.

The tech walked out of earshot. "And that's how it's done, boys." I grin, strutting into the room. Dean looked extremely irritated with me, but hey, we weren't a thing. I could do what I want.

Dean's rough hand grasped at my arm as Sam went ahead. "Don't do that again." He ordered, pressing his nose to the side of my head. I snatched myself away from him, glaring a little angrily.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I snap, keeping my voice down. "We were getting no where with you fumbling around with little dick over there! You don't own me, Dean." I stomp off, growling a little bit as he makes an aggravated and confused grunt.

The tech pulled the body out for us. "Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." Sam recited. The tech had a hard time focusing, but answered nonetheless.

"What? Uh, yeah. More than that. Practically liquefied." He explained, his eyes trailing towards my figure. I rolled my eyes and felt a strong arm wrap around my body, a hand resting on my hip. I look back at Dean and give him a grateful look.

"Any sign of struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?" Dean asked. He gave the tech a scary look, and I felt bad for the little boy.

"Ah, no. Besides the daughter, he was all alone."

"What's the official cause of death?" I question, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Doc's not sure. Massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up there, that's for sure."

"What do you mean?"

"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 asks. The tech just shrugs.

"Capillaries can burst. See a lot of blood shot eyes with stroke victims." The tech explained.

"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked sarcastically. The tech threw his hands up.

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

"Think we can take a look at that police report? You know, for our paper?" Dean asked and the tech raised an eyebrow, looking at me suggestively.

"I'm not really supposed to show you that." He said, licking his lips. I rolled my eyes and reached into my bra, pulling out four twenties. The tech looked excited to accept the bribe. As we were leaving, Dean dipped me over, pressing a tight kiss to my lips before urging me ahead of him with a slap to the ass. I let out a yelp before trotting forward, grumbling angrily as Dean followed after with a chuckle.

~***~

"Might not be one of ours. Might just be some freak medical thing." Sam suggested as we strode down the hallway, police report in hand. Dean was still steamed about earlier, but then again, so was I. It was my body and I could use it to however I saw fit.

"How many times in Dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sort of awful supernatural death?" Dean asked as Sam shrugged.

"Almost never."

"Exactly." Dean stated as we made our way out to the Impala. I shuffled along behind them, hating that they wouldn't even glance at me. It wasn't the first time I used my sex appeal to get what I want. Especially if it pertained to a case. It seemed cheap to others, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do. I reach for the handle and open the door, grunting when Dean pushes against it, shutting it before I could get in. I let out a sigh and turned around, leaning against the Impala and crossing my arms. "Hold on." Sam holds up his hands in a gun position and backs away, feeling the awkward tension.

"What, Dean." I snap once Sam is out of earshot. And it sounded harsh. I didn't expect it to be so harsh either.

"You shouldn't have to do that..." Dean starts, leaning against the car, basically trapping me against it. "You're not obligated to do anything like that."

"Dean, seriously?" I raise an eyebrow. "I get it. I really do, but what was I supposed to do? You two chuckleheads wouldn't have gotten in that morgue by yourselves. I had all the money and I'm a decent looking woman. Either way, it would seem trashy if I offered money or my body for the case. I didn't mean to offend you or Sam, but it really is no big deal. I'll use my body and sexuality how I see fit." I snap, pushing him off so I could open it again.

He stops the door again and shunts it closed again. "It is a big deal." Dean seethed. I could see the tenseness in his face. He was seriously not a happy camper. "Not to sound all misogynistic or anything, but you're a fairly small, beautiful woman. You're an excellent fighter, yes, but in all honesty, a lot of men could overpower you." He lectures me, and I'm feeling a little like a teen now. "Just let Sam and I deal with something like that from now on, okay?" He grasps my upper arms softly, leaning in close.

"So... you want to flirt with the next man we have to persuade?" I ask, raising a skeptical eyebrow. I shove him off again and shake my head. "You know Dean, I get that some men get ornery about the women they find attractive, but we're not together. So back off. I'm not your property." I snap, growling with every word. Dean raises an eyebrow at me, an amused look on his face.

"You know, you're cute when you think I'm lettin' you show off that body to other men besides me." He coos. An angry scowl crosses my face as I get ready to knock his block off. He tugs me flush against his waist, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You're my girl, whether you want to be or not." He mutters against my ear.

I growl again and push back. "Dean Winchester!" I snap, frowning at him. His lips press against mine and I'm fighting to give in. He pulls away again. "You don't date, hun."

"You're the only one in my eyes." My heart just keeps hammering and I can't tell if he's joking or not. I gaze at his chest, fighting back tears. "What?"

I slap at his chest. "I can't tell if this is some nefarious rouse you and Sam came up with... Because I will leave right now if that's the case...." I almost stutter in that sentence. Dean's chuckles rumble through his chest.

"I'm all yours." He smirks again. "Hey Sammy! Let's get going!" He calls, releasing me after a few more moments of torture and gets into the driver side. Sammy gives an awkward salute before getting into the passenger side. I sigh out in aggravation before slipping in the backseat.

~***~

We pulled up outside the Shoemakers house after a silent car ride. They were holding a funeral. Everyone attending was dressed in black suits and black dresses. I smirked as I looked back at the boys. "Feels like we're underdressed." Dean remarked.

"Start wearing more black, gentlemen." I state. We made our way through the house and into the backyard. We gazed towards the Shoemaker daughter. I nudged Sam gently and pointed in her direction. We made our way over to her.

"You must be Donna, right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Donna replied.

"I'm real sorry about your loss, hun." I say to her, giving her a sympathetic look.

"Thank you..."

"Well, I'm Sam, this is Dean, and that's Carlotta." Sam introduced. "Dean and I worked with your Dad. Carlotta is Dean's wife." Sam lied smoothly. I nearly let out a cough of embarrassment.

Donna raised an eyebrow, casting a glance at her friend before facing Sam again. "You did?" She asked, a little confused.

"Yeah, this whole thing..." Dean shook his head, wrapping his arm around my waist to further convince them of the story Sam had woven. "I mean, a stroke."

"I don't think she wants to talk about this right now." One of her friends said, sending us a dark glare.

Donna was quick to react. "It's okay. Really, I'm okay."

"Were.... were there any symptoms?" I ask softly. "Dizziness, migraines?" Donna shook her head to each question, although a little girls head peeked around Donna.

"That's because it wasn't a stroke!" She exclaimed, looking up at me.

"Lily, don't say that." Donna scolded gently. "I'm sorry. She's just upset." She told me. I knelt down to Lily as she kept staring up at me.

"No! It happened because of me!" She claimed.

"Sweetie, don't say that." Donna told her again. "It's not your fault."

"Lily, why would you say such a thing?" I ask the little girl.

"Because... because right before he died, I said it." She explained. She refused to look me in the eye anymore.

"What did you say, hun?"

"..... Bloody Mary." The admitted. "Three times in the bathroom mirror. She took his eyes, that's what she does."

I hear Dean snort a little and I really want to turn and smack him, but this little girl needed some reassurance. Donna tried to reassure her again. "I think your sisters right, Lily. There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. You dad didn't say it, did he?"

"No, I don't think so...." Lily murmured.

~***~

We went upstairs after Lily decided that she had enough of following me around like a little puppy and gave our condolences. Sam opened the bathroom door. Although it had been cleaned up, I didn't think those blood stains were coming out anytime soon. "The Bloody Mary legend," Sam started as he looked around the cramped little room. "Did Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?"

Dean shook his head. "Not that I know of. What about you? Didn't you fight something earlier this year that traveled through mirrors?"

I snort a little. "Blood Mary is a bunch of bull. Honestly, that job was nothing more than a standard exorcism. The mon had the house tenants believing it was Bloody Mary. Turns out, it was just the little girl of the house who had a possessed doll." I sigh, palming my head. "They saw it through a mirror the entire time. I ended up burying the doll somewhere in the Mojave Desert. And let me tell you, I've never had a bad a sunburn as that one. Anyway. It's just a bunch of superstitious bull. Little girls play it at sleepovers, big whoop."

Sam nodded after chuckling. "And as far as we know, no one dies from it."

"Like I said, balderdash." I say in a gruff english accent.

Dean snorted and tried to stop the laughter bubbling up. "Maybe, but it's actually happening here. Maybe this is where the legend began." Dean suggested.

I shrugged, flinching as the mirror snapped shut. I shot Dean an aggressive glare.

"Someone's paranoid." Dean chuckles.

"Am not...." Sam muttered, but warily glanced at the mirror again. "Anyways," Sam glared at me as I started laughing a little bit at his jumpiness. "The person who says you know what gets it... but here- Mr. Shoemaker got it instead."

"Yeah, that's the cake topper." I sigh, rubbing my forehead.

"Still, the guy did die in front of a mirror, and the daughters right. The way the legend goes, you know who scratches your eyes out." Dean recited.

"It's definitely something worth checking into." Sam decided. A sick smirk slipped onto my lips.

"Bloody Mary." Both the boys bolted from the bathroom with me trailing behind, laughing heartily.