"There is absolutely nothing local about any Mary that has died in front of a mirror. So yeah, nationwide." Jenny pinned a news article to the wall in their motel, putting her hands on her hips as Dean and Sam hummed.

"The way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern."

"I know, I was thinking the same thing." Dean walked over to the wall, shrugging.

"With mister Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run."

"Both had huge secrets where people died." Jenny spoke softly as Sam nodded in confirmation.

"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 as Jenny nodded.

"I might never walk in front of a mirror again after this." She muttered to herself, chewing on her thumb nail.

"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." Jenny's eyes flickered over at the two boys, her thumb planted between her teeth before looking back at the wall before either could notice.

"Yep. Definitely never looking in a mirror again..." Jenny brushed past Dean and grabbed the picture she had just pinned. The dead woman in the photo laid in a pool of blood in front of a mirror. "Mary Worthington. Fort Wayne, Indiana."

Dean grabbed another photo related to the crime scene, looking at it with Sam. "Looks like she tried to write something before she died."

"Her murder is unsolved." He looked at Sam, who was looking at Jenny.

"I say we check it out. Maybe she's our ghost." Jenny looked to the boys, who nodded.

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Jenny opened the doors to a detective agency, Sam and Dean walking in and she followed behind, scanning the office.

"Can I help you three?" An older man behind a desk asked as Jenny looked over at the two boys next to her, nodding.

"Yeah uh... We're reporters digging up unsolved murder cases and we came across this uh— pretty odd one. It caught our eye... Mary Worthington?" The man's face looked as if he had seen a ghost, and cleared his throat.

"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." The detective said as Jenny gave herself a pat on the back for finding the right guy.

"What exactly happened?" Dean asked, tilting his head towards the detective, who looked at them.

"You lot said you were reporters?" He asked. They nodded.

"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. 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 as the detective stood up, nodding. "See sir, when we asked you what happened, we wanted to know what you think happened."

The detective paused, his eyes slowly trailing through the three. "Follow me."

The detective walked to the back of the office and through a door. Jenny, Dean and Sam followed after, watching the man digging through a file cabinet. "Now, technically I'm not supposed to have a copy of this... But check this out."

The detective handed Jenny a photo, three letters written in blood. "See that? I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer." Jenny's head snapped up to look at Dean and Sam.

"Do you know who it was?" Sam asked as the detective shrugged.

"Not for sure. But there was a local man, a surgeon— Trevor Sampson." The detective pulled out another picture of a man. "And I think her cut her up good."

"So they knew each other?" Jenny asked, pulling her phone out and putting the picture and her phone behind her back, snapping a photo.

"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." Jenny hummed, looking down at her phone to make sure that the photo was clear before handing it back.

"Yeah but how do you know it was Sampson who killed her?" Sam asked as the man shrugged.

"It's hard to say, but the way her eyes were cut out...it was almost professional." Jenny quirked a brow at the word 'almost' like the man that killed Mary was and wasn't a surgeon.

"But you could never prove it?" She asked, stuffing her phone away as the detective shook his head in confirmation.

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

"Is he still alive?" Dean asked as the detective shook his head.

"Nope." The detective led the group back out front, where he sat down with a sigh. "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 as Jenny went to cross her arms.

"She wasn't. She was cremated." The girls arms dropped in disappointment, knowing that it was now going to be even harder to find that woman.

"What about that mirror? It's not in some evidence lockup somewhere is it?" Dean chuckled as the man shook his head

"Ah, no. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago."

"You have the names of her family by any chance?" Sam and Jenny asked in unison, causing the detective to give them a suspicious glare.

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"Ah, we'll that's too bad, Mr. Worthington. I would have loved to hang that mirror up in my home." Jenny forced a smile as she sat in the back of the impala, which was driving back to Toledo. She hung up and let out a frustrated sigh.

"So?" Dean started, looking at the girl in the rear view mirror.

"He sold it. One week ago... In Toledo." Jenny's forced smile didn't falter as Dean nodded. "Estate Antiques is where he gave it. Hopefully that mirror is still there. And I for one, will not be breaking any mirrors. I can't deal with bad luck." Jenny gave them a true smile as Sam slowly looked at her suspiciously.

"You hiding something?" He raised a brow as she held her smile, though now it was more of fear rather than wanting to avoid death.

"What? I told you guys. I can't keep secrets from you two. In fact, I suck at keeping secrets." Jenny laughed off her worry as Sam turned to Dean, who was staring at Jenny from the mirror.

"Right. Then I'm sure coming in with us won't be a problem?" He asked as the girls heart sunk to her ass, and she shook her head.

"Nope... No problem at all."

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"You know her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault." Jenny said as the trio sat in a room opposite of Charlie's bedroom. Jenny paced, biting her nail.

"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..." Dean shrugged in understanding as Sam sighed.
"You know, I've been thinking. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror."

"Why, what do you mean?" Jenny crossed her arms as Sam cleared his throat.

"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 suggested as Jenny continued to pace. Dean gave her an odd look before turning back to his brother.

"Well how do you know that's going to work?"

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

"Well who's gonna summon her?" Dean asked as Jenny raised her hand slightly.

"I will." Sam and Jenny said in unison, all of their eyes widening as the boys turned to Jenny, but she was looking at Sam.

"Really? Jessica's death wasn't your fault." She started as Dean waved his hands around.

"That is not we are going to talk about right now. Who the hell's death are you blaming yourself for?" Jenny's eyes flickered between Dean and Sam before she rolled her eyes.

"God, you guys are idiots."

"What— you mean Bill Carlton's?" Sam frowned as Jenny did.

"No. I mean John Lennon." Dean and Sam looked at each other with a frown before back at Jenny. "If either one of you say his death was not my fault, I'm going to shove my hands so far up your asses you'll turn into goddamn puppets." Jenny threatened as Dean rolled his eyes.

"Jen—"

"It is my fault, Dean! I almost saved him. I had him in my hands, and he still died. That's on me. Not you, not himself, not that little boy he killed. Me." Jenny sat down on the bed, covering her hands with her face.

"Jenny... He sacrificed his own life to save everyone else." Sam spoke softly as the girl snorted, shaking her head even more.

"And look where that got them. A kid almost died. Jake Devins killed himself as well. Shit, I almost drowned to save Bill and Lucas." Jenny laughed as she felt tears trickle down her cheeks. "God, why am I fucking crying?"

The woman wiped her tears away and shook her head. "You know what— this is great. Talking about things I blame myself for."

"You shouldn't be blaming yourself for this, Jenny." Dean spoke as Sam nodded in agreement. She sniffled, wiping at her nose.

"Bullshit." She muttered, standing up. "That girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. Who knows how many more people are gonna die after this?. You guys have got to let me do this." Jenny begged as Dean shook his head.

"You've sacrificed yourself enough already, Jenny." Sam stepped forward as she sucked on her teeth, nodding.

"Right. Guess I can't always play the hero."

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At Estate Antiques, Sam was picking the lock. Jenny rested against the Impala, looking suspiciously. Dean pulled out the photo of the mirror, sighing.

The door clicked open, Sam opening it slowly. "Alright. Let's go." Jenny looked down at the crowbar in her hand.

"If that mirror bad-luck thing actually exists... I'm blaming you two." She pointed to the boys with her crowbar. Dean rolled his eyes, pushing her into the antique store.

Dean and Sam walked down one way as Jenny went the other, gripping her flashlight and aiming it everywhere she could. Creepy dolls, the occasional 'not actually antique' item. She stuffed a few candy bars into her jacket.

Jenny turned around at the sound of Sam's voice, eyes widening. "Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary."

Jenny rushed over to them when lights shined in her eyes, almost ramming right into Dean. "Shit! Sorry."

"It's fine. Get with Sam. Be ready to smash some mirrors." Dean walked out as Jenny ran over to Sam, her eyes wide as she looked at all of the mirrors.

"Oh god—" Jenny slapped Sam's arm several times, aiming at the mirror. "Mary." She whispered. Sam spun to face the mirror.

Jenny noticed that her own reflection was morphing oddly like Sam's. She turned to the boy, gasping quietly as she watched blood trickle out of his eyes. Sam dropped his crowbar and grabbed onto Jenny, clutching his heart.

"Sam? Sammy?!" She whisper-yelled, looking back in hopes to find Dean.

"It's your fault." Jenny's head whipped around to her reflection, which was standing up and staring at her. "They'll hate you when they discover what you've been keeping."

Jenny shook her head. "No. No they won't." She whispered, still holding Sam in an attempt to comfort him.

"Sam! Jen!" Dean ran back in, slamming his crowbar into mirrors as Jenny looked up at Dean with a horrified expression. "God, what the hell is wrong?"

Dean knelt down quickly, wiping Jenny's cheek. When she looked down at his hand, blood coated his fingers. "Shit— I didn't even— I didn't even realize."

Dean helped Jenny get Sam to stand, the girl grabbing her crowbar. "O—" Jenny cut herself off as she stumbled back, eyes wide as Mary. limbed out of the mirror. "I am not going to be apart of The Ring!" She yelled, scrambling to stand up as she gripped her crowbar, slamming it into Mary's head.

Mary fell to the ground and Jenny slammed the crowbar into the mirror, grabbing another one and aiming at the ghost.

"You killed them! All those people! You killed them!" The reflection yelled as Mary screamed, Jenny dropping her crowbar as the ghost melted into nothing.

She turned to Dean, who had draped Sam's arm over his shoulder.

"That's seven years bad luck for me." She laughed sarcastically, resting against the mirror and let out a huff.

"This is like... 600 for me." Dean said as Sam chuckled. Jenny wiped at her face, looking down at the blood on her hands. "Jenny?"

"I'm fine. I'll be okay." She looked at Sam, who had gone through the same thing, but looked to be in worse shape.

The three walked out of the Antique shop, Jenny pausing to look down at the unconscious cops, turning to Dean. "Really?" She raised a brow as he shrugged, helping Sam into the front seat.

"They weren't listening."

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Skin is the next chapter. (aka really hot Shifter Dean. I'm excited and i hope y'all are too for how Jenny will react to this Dean's actions.)
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