AN: Sorry guys! I know you probably hate me for how long this took!

Sam had another dream when he fell asleep in the car and woke up to Piper shaking his shoulder gently from the back seat and Dean telling him to wake up. He jerked awake and glanced at each of his siblings, "I take it I was having a nightmare?" Dean nodded as he eyed his brother, "Yeah, another one." "Hey, at least I got some sleep." Piper frowned, "Sam, are you okay?" She knew he wasn't. He was still out of breathe and shaking from whatever he had seen. The middle child simply waved her off, "I'm fine." Dean was just as unconvinced as his sister, "You know, someday we're gonna have to talk about this." That was how you really knew Dean was worried. He tried to hide his worry and he did it well, but when he suggests for Sam to talk about his feelings, that was when you knew he was scared for his brother. He didn't do chick flick moments.

Sam ignored him, "Are we here?" After a pause and a glance at Piper through rear-view mirror, he allowed Sam to change the subject, "Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio." Piper passed him the obituary section of the newspaper, which had Steven Shoemaker's name circled in black sharpie.

Sam read over the paragraph under their victim's name, "So, what do you think really happened to this guy?" Piper grabbed her brown leather jacket and slipped out of the Impala, "That's what we're here to find out." Piper took out a pair of glasses out of her bag, to complete her bag. To get in, may take some acting. She shed her jacket and put her hair in a braid. She smoothed out her plaid top, trying to make it less wrinkled and switched her boots for converse. She didn't want to look like stereotypical nerd, but a goody-two shoes college freshman. She wanted to be attractive, yet smart and honest looking to sell it. Her brothers may like to wing it but she preferred to have some tact with her disguises.

-Morgue-

The Winchesters walked up to the front desk. The guy looked up at them boredly , "Can I help you?" Dean quickly told the bald man the lie he and Piper had perfected to get them in, "We're the, uh, med-students." "Sorry?" Piper cut in with a peppy smile and tone of voice, "Dr. Feiklowicz sent us. He didn't tell you?" Dean silently thanked her for saving him from having to pronounce the doctor's long name, "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." The morgue tech didn't budge, "Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch." Piper frowned, as if genuinely put out by this news, "He told us that might be the case but I was hoping...You see, we're kind of on a tight schedule. Is,there anyway you could show us the body anyway?" The man's eyes only softened a fraction, "Sorry, I can't." Piper sighed and Dean took a crack at it, but he did much less than annoy the tech.

Piper saw Sam reach into his wallet, about to pull out a wad of twenties but she stopped him and pulled out just one out of her pocket before the man could see and held it up, "Now can you show us?"

She dropped it on to the desk and he nodded with a smile, "Follow me." He left and she followed, sticking out her tongue at her brothers as they trailed behind.

Dean rose an eyebrow at his brother, "You were going to give him eighty bucks! I earned that money!" Sam rolled his eyes, "You won it in a poker game and so did Piper!" Piper hung back to fall in pace with her siblings, "Hey, we played for hours at that bar. My fingers are still sore from all that shuffling I had to do and I got hit on by one too many bikers so I'd say I earned it." Sam looked uncomfortable, like he hadn't even thought about how Piper would be gambling and stuff, since she was now old enough (well..old enough by hunter standards). He looked down, "I wish you could earn money in a more honorable way." She glared, "We're just playing cards, I didn't cheat! And there are a lot worse ways to make money."

Sam sighed, he felt like he was being a jerk but...he couldn't help but feel she should have a better life, the life that he tried and, in the end, failed at achieving. He nodded, "Sorry." She opened her mouth to accept his apology, but Dean interrupted, "What was at you said about flirting bikers?" She looked at him nervously before running to keep up with their guide. Dean huffed, but didn't make a move to run after her.

"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." Said Sam. The tech pulled back the cloth from where it was draped over the man's face, "More than that, they were practically liquified." Piper scanned the body, "Any sign of fowl play? Any struggle?" The bald man shook his head, "Nope. He was alone. No one was there but the daughter." Sam stepped forward, "What the official cause of death?" The morgue tech shook his head, "Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure."

"What do you mean?" asked Sam. "Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."

Sam looked down at the body, "But the eyes, what could cause something like that?" The man shrugged, "Capillaries can burst. I've seen a few bloodshot eyes with stroke victims." "Yeah," asked Dean, "Have you ever seen exploding eyeballs?"the morgue tech smirked, "That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the Doctor."

Dean nodded, "Hey, think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh...our paper." The tech hesitated, "I'm not really supposed to show you that." Piper gave him her best puppy dog eyes, the ones that Dean often said she and Sam shared, "Please?" His eyes softened once again but he still didn't look like he was going to relent. Sam sighed and pulled out his wallet, handing him fifteen this time. The man smiled at him, "I'll be right back with those files."

*Time Skip*

"Might not be one of ours," said Sam as they walked down the stairs of the morgue, "Might just be some freak medical thing." Piper snorted, "That's just wishful thinking. Don't get your hopes up, kid." He scowled a little from being called kid by his little sister, but let it go.

Dean nodded in agreement with her, "Yeah. How many times in Dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?" Sam didn't even have to think about it, "Uh, almost never." "Exactly." said Dean. Piper dodged a doctor as she made her way down the staircase, "Besides, if something really is exploding people's eyeballs, I'd really like to kill it before it strikes again." Sam decided to change the subject, "All right, let's go talk to the daughter."

-Funeral-

The minute the Winchesters walked into the Shoemaker's house they felt out of place. Dean looked around at the other people, "Feels like we're underdressed." "Well, most people don't show up to a funeral in plaid and jeans.", said Piper sarcastically. Dean looked down at their attire and shrugged, "Oh well, to late to change now."

They walked through the house and into the backyard. They quickly spotted a group of teenage girls. Donna, the daughter was obviously the one with short brown hair because the other girls seemed to be comforting her. Piper approached them and smiled, but not happily. It was the bitter, sad, comforting smile that people wore at funerals around relatives of the deceased, "You're Donna, right?" The girl nodded and the huntress continued sadly, "My name's Piper. I'm so sorry for your loss. I hope you can find the strength to get through this. I know it's hard to get over the loss of a loved one." Donna smiled and wiped away her tears, "Thank you." Piper stepped back. Dean took over from there with his charming smile, "I'm Dean, this is Sam. We're Piper's older brothers. We worked with your father."

Piper's confidence faltered when she saw the expression that Donna, Lily, and her friends got when Dean said this but it was too late to back out now. The incredulousness in Donna's voice confirmed her suspicion, "You did?" Oblivious, Dean carried on, "Yeah. This whole thing. I mean a stroke." A blonde girl, Charlie, glared at Dean, "I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now." Donna shook her head, "It's okay, I'm okay." "Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" "No."

Lily, the younger sister, suddenly turned to her sister, "That's because it wasn't a stroke." Donna frowned, "Lily, don't say that." Sam glanced between the two girls, "What?" The older sister gave the him an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, she's just upset." The younger girl shook her head stubbornly, "No, it happened because of me." The Winchesters stilled at that. Often times kids stumble upon the Supernatural and, thinking it isn't real and no harm can come from a little fun, they would accidentally cause a tragedy. Usually it was something like a kid finding and old spell book and deciding to try one or a teenager using a voodoo doll on their parents when they get angry, not knowing it was sold to them by a real charlatan.

Sam kneeled in front of the guilt ridden brunette, "Lily," he started in a gentle voice, "Why would you say something like that?" She looked down at her hands and twiddled her thumbs nervously, "Right before he died, I said it." "You said what?"

"Bloody Mary three times in a bathroom mirror." She paused before continuing, "She took his eyes, that's what she does."

Honestly? Piper was impressed. In many instances involving accidental supernatural murder, the one who did it usually kept it secret out of shame. Not a lot of people had the courage to admit that. She and Dean shared a look of disbelief. Most hunters had ruled out Mary as a myth. Sure, some myths are true, but a lot are just made up stories to scare people. Either way, Dean had given her a stern lecture when she was younger about tempting fate. He forbid her from saying Bloody Mary or anything else that could put a target on her back. She made a mental note to thank him for that someday.

"That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault," said Donna. Dean nodded in agreement, "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?" She paused, a little bit of hope filling her, "No, I don't think so."

As the Winchester siblings walked away after saying goodbye, Piper felt a little surge of pride towards her elder brothers. Sam had a presence about him that made people trust him and relax. Meanwhile, Dean had an aura of leadership. He gave off a confident vibe that people like Lily could seek comfort in. Instead of telling the victim he or she was wrong because there is no such thing as ghost, he provided a logical reason behind it. He didn't sugarcoat things usually when talking to victims, but that didn't mean he couldn't comfort them in his own way.

The Winchesters went inside of the house, to the upstairs bathroom. There was a bloodstain on the floor and a mirror on the wall. Piper examined the blood spatter, "This couldn't be THE Bloody Mary from the legends, could it?" Sam shrugged, "Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?" Dean took a second to think about it before answering, "Not that I know of." He stepped over the blood and went to look for anything that out of the ordinary. You never know, a witch may have planted something in the cabinets or something. Sam continued, "I mean, everywhere else all over the country, kids will play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it."

Piper stood to join Dean in looking for evidence, "Well, there are be a few different things this could be. One, maybe one of the girls at sleepover was a witch and decided to use the 'Bloody Mary' thing as a cover up. But I'm not seeing anything that points to witch craft. Or maybe it's not happening everywhere because it originated here."

Sam shook his head, "But it doesn't make sense. In the legend, the person who says B-" he stopped himself, casting a fearful glance at the mirror, "you no what gets it. But here-" Dean finished his sentence, "Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah." Piper sighed, "It's too much of a coincidence to ignore, though. Maybe there is some sort of pattern to Mary's killings that isn't mentioned in the lore."

They walk out only to be caught by Charlie, Donna's friend from earlier, "What are you doing here?" Dean glanced at the bathroom, "We, uh, had to go to the bathroom." She raised an eyebrow, "Who are you?" "Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's Dad." Piper sighed, knowing their cover was blown. She looked Charlie over calculatingly, "What gave us away?" The edges of Charlie's lips lifted in amusement but she didn't let down her guard, "Her dad was a day trader or something. He worked by himself. Plus, all those weird questions downstairs, what was that? So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming."

Sam was quick to stop her, "All right, all right. We think something happened to Donna's dad." "Yeah a stroke." "That's not a sign of a typical stroke. We think it might be something else." Her eyes widened a fraction, "Like what?" He sighed, slightly frustrated, "Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth." "So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead," added Dean confidently. She looked between the three hunters, "What are you, cops?" Sam looked over his shoulder at Dean and Piper. Dean answered for him, "Something like that."

Sam reached into his pocket, pulled out a paper and pen, and wrote down his cell number, "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." With that, he walked past her with his brother and sister in tow.

-Library-

The trio of hunters climbed up the steps if the library as Dean began talking about the case, "All right, say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town. There's gonna be some sort of proof-Like a local woman who died nasty." Piper shrugged, "Maybe, but this legend is famous, which means there are several different versions."

"Yeah, one story says she's a witch, another says she's a mutilated bride, there's a lot more," explained Sam.

Dean took a second to absorb the information, "All right so what are we supposed to be looking for?" "Well," started Piper, "Like we said, the details in the different versions of the legends kind of change from depending on who's telling the story, but there are a few things that always stay the same no matter what legend you read." Sam took over, " It's always a woman named Mary, and she always dies right in front of a mirror. So we've gotta search local newspapers-public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill." Dean looked less than stoked at hearing that, "Well that sounds annoying."

Sam shook his head reassuringly, "No it won't be so bad, as long as we..." He halted when he saw the computers which all said "Out of Order" on them. The younger brother chuckled, "I take it back. This will be very annoying." Piper had to agree. As much as she preferred book work over relying on the Internet for answers, looking at history records were always a pain to do by hand.

Meanwhile...

Donna's friend, Charlie, decided to share the information she discovered about the mysterious strangers at the funeral with their other friend, Jill, which turned out to be a mistake. "I'm not sure. They were cops or detectives or something," explained Charlie over the phone as she was driving back home after spending extra time at Donna's, comforting her about her deceased father.

Jill was in her room getting ready to go to bed. She smiled coyly, "Whoever they were, they were cute. Well, the boys were, anyway." Charlie rolled her eyes and groaned, "Jill!" Truth be told, the blonde didn't even know why she bothered calling Jill. After all, she never took anything seriously. "What?" Asked Jill, "You didn't think so?"

Charlie caved a little, but only to get her friend back in subject, "Yeah okay they were cute. Still, do you think something happened to Donna's dad?"

Jill smirked, "Maybe Lilly was right. Maybe Bloody Mary got him." Charlotte didn't find her joke as hilarious as Jill did, "Haha, very funny." The other girl laughed, "Wait, I'm sorry. Is that fear I hear in your voice?" "No."

Jill grinned and began to taunt her, "Charlie, I'm walking to the bathroom mirror right now..."

"Jill quit it."

Jill crept into the bathroom and continued to tease her friend, "Oh no, I can't help myself! I'm gonna say it. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary."

Charlie clutched the steering wheel a little tighter as silence fell on the other line. She almost thought that her friend had hung up, "Jill?! JILL!" She jumped when an ear splitting shriek emitted from the other side of the phone. The frantic blonde nearly hung up to call 911 but then she heard the laughter of her so-called friend, " You're such a freak, I'll call you tomorrow."

Jill hung up the phone and flung it onto the bed before heading over to her closet to finish changing into her night clothes. She opened the door which had a full length mirror on the opposite side. She began to sift through her pajamas not even noticing the figure watching her.

She shut the closet door and sat down on her vanity, which, unfortunately, also had an attached mirror. As the teen took out out her earrings. Bloody Mary appears again. Her skin is pure white, more so than what was natural for human skin. The ghost had stringy black hair that fell into her face which had an expression. Her most terrifying feature, however, were her eyes, which were bloody and mangled.
But before the wicked poltergeist could attack, Jill stood up again and made her way to the bathroom to wash her pretty face. This time, though, it is not Mary in the mirror, but Jill...or at least someone who looked like her. Jill bent over the sink to splash water on her face....but Jill's reflection in the mirror remained standing and glared furiously at her oblivious human look-a-like. Finally, Jill looked into the mirror and realized something was wrong. The way her reflection looked at her was as if it was sentient being of it's own. The blonde was just telling mentally assuring herself that she was only imagining things when, to her horror, blood began to flow from the corners of the reflection's eyes like a river.
Shocked, she brought a hand to her face and found she was bleeding too. Before she could get over her shock, her reflection began to speak in a detached yet menacing voice:

"You did it. You killed that boy."

Jill opened her mouth to scream but felt two invisible hands wrap around her throat and squeeze. All that came out of her mouth was a desperate choking sound. She sank to the floor feeling regret, unbearable pain, and absolute terror flood her completely until she dropped dead to the floor, leaving her sockets hollow and bloody.

Reflection Jill smirked before leaving.