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Bloody Mary; Part One
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"Efforts and courage are not enough without purpose and direction." -John F. Kennedy

EMERY WAS SNUGGLED BETWEEN THE BOYS, a blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders. They were all sitting on the back of the Impala, looking up and pointing out constellations and planets.

They had been taking a break from hunting, since the last case sort of hit them hard. And Emery still was deathly scared of water, or at least putting her head under it. She could barely shower without thinking about being dragged down with Lucas.

Dean and her hadn't really talked about the panic attack, since it was obvious Dean didn't want her or Sam to think of him any different. Hell, it's not like either 9f them would think of him any different, Emery sure didn't. And Sam would always look up to his older brother.

Emery glanced at Dean, her heart fluttering in her chest. He had his arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her closer to keep her warm as she had started to shiver in the cold night air. Though, her thoughts of how pretty were soured when she thought about all the woman Dean had slepted with. Then, she was brought back to the time she had dated guys that Dean (and John) disapproved of just to get on their nerves.

Both boys disapproved as the teenage rebel giggled with Sam about it. And trust me, she did more thing to smite John and Dean. But, let's not forget about Sam.

She remembered the time when she was fifteen, kids had been picking on a twelve year old Sam, so Emery had pretended to be his girlfriend. She had literally kissed the guy in front of those kids, and gave Sam some reputation.

Emery remembered another time, when she was sixteen, she had pranked Dean's motel room, and he had ended up taking a girl there. Let's just say, the girl's hair ended up a gross puke green colour, after both of them were soaked with honey and feathers.

And John, well, she smiled him with her attitude, making sure to be extra snarky. Though, she did follow orders (not as well as Dean though), and she was the one who had made sure everyone was fine. Especially Dean, since she saw that he thought he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"So, are we just gonna sit here all night, or are we gonna go to a hotel and snooze?" Dean broke the girl out of her thoughts, and Emery nodded in agreement, before yawning.

"Can we stay out here a couple more minutes? The view is spectacular!" Sam coaxed, and the two older hunters ended up agreeing. Only because Sammy has had a hard past couple of months.

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"Sam, wake up!" Dean's voice made Emery's gaze shift from the Carver Edlund book to the boys in the front seat. She was reading the book that made her remember vividly what it felt like drowning, considering it was described to be the case that they saved Lucas in. She was swallowing down the memories, thinking about the fact that the boy was safe as a way to stop the panic from rising too high.

"I take I was having a nightmare," Sam stated, and Emery rolled her eyes, before dog earring the page she was on. They were at the hospital, ready to go check out the Shoemaker corpse.

"Yeah," Dean nodded. "Another one."

"Hey, at least I got some sleep," Sam stated. Emery put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze of comfort. The girl's dreams were still plagued with her drowning in the dark abyss. But, she'd manage to avoid the nightmares, as long as one of the boys had their arm securely around her waist.

(It was obviously a habit Sam had picked up from sleeping with Jess beside him. Emery didn't know where or why Dean picked up the habit. That didn't mean she doesn't enjoy it.)

"Sam, we are going to have to talk about this," Emery told him softly. "Sooner or later."

"What? Are we here?" Sam deflected the statement, looking around the parking lot they were currently sitting in.

"Yep, welcome to Toledo, Ohio," Dean stated, looking around too.

"So, what do you think really happened to this guy?" Sam asked, Emery ignoring the boys and getting out of the Impala. After the couple hours drive from the hotel they had been sleeping at, Emery seriously needed to stretch her legs.

Only a minute later, Emery's boys climbed out of the Impala. The three of them made their way into the hospital, looking around the too white walls and floors. A look of disgust came across Emery's face.

"I hate hospitals," she mumbled, glaring at the whiteness surrounding her.

The boys seemed to ignore her as they lead the way to the morgue. Emery huffed, stomping behind them, thinking that she should have stayed in the Impala.

As they walked into the room, Emery shot a smile at the attendant that was working. They had got their 'story' (well, lie) straight as they had walked into the building. They were college students working on a paper, and Dr. Whatever was supposed to show them the body.

"Hey!" Dean was the one who voiced the thoughts.

"Can I help you," Emery could already tell this guy was going to be a pain, so she turned her charm on. Her smile went from casual to flirty in a millisecond.

"I'm sure you can," the tone was suggestive as she spoke, and she felt an elbow in her rib from Dean. The brunette girl ignored it. "We're the Med-students."

"Sorry?" He didn't seemed dazed by her flirting, but she was determined. Emery hated having to bribe, it wastes their money. (Not really, but, you know.)

"What? Dr. Feiklowicz didn't tell you!" Emery faked a look of horror.

"Yeah, we talked to him on the phone," Dean cut in, his voice pleasant. "We're from Ohio State. He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse."

Emery smiled, biting her lip the way she knew drove guys crazy. "It's for our paper," The girl mumbled, the charm still on.

"Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch," the attendant said, looking between Dean and Emery.

"Well, uh, he said- what he said doesn't matter," Dean gave Sam a look. "You don't mind showing us the body?"

"Sorry, I can't, but Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want," the attendant said.

"An hour," Emery pouted cutely. "That's not going to work, we have to be hitting the road by them."

"Look, Man, this paper is, like, half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out-" Dean was interrupted. Emery seriously wanted to deck this guy.

"Look, Man," Dean and Emery gave him breath-taking smiles. "No."

"I'm going to hit him so hard you don't recognize him anymore," Emery mumbled, as Dean and her walked behind Sam. Sam gave two pats to Dean's arm, who grabbed Emery and pulled her flush against him.

Emery wasn't fazed as Dean put his head in the crook of her neck. They always did this if her flirting never worked, making it seem like they had lost their chance.

Emery watched as Sam took his wallet out and took out a couple twenty dollar bills. He spread them out in his hand, showing the attendant, before dropping them in the desk. Emery's eyebrows furrowed, nudging Dean, who already seemed to notice the fact the the attendant actually smiled.

"Very well, follow me," the attendant said, grabbing the money off the desk.

"Unbelievable," Emery mumbled, as Dean grabbed Sam's jacket arm, stopping him.

"Dude, I earned that money."

"You won it in a poker game," Sam stated, glaring at Dean before the three hunters followed after the morgue attendant.

Emery ignored the boys talking as she examined the corpse closely. Obviously, something had melted it's eyeballs, leaving only the empty sockets. Apparently, there was also a lot of blood that came from this guy. Which could only mean two things, a) something supernatural or b) something exploded in his brain and leaked through his eyeballs.

Then again, Emery wasn't a medical expert.

By the end of the trip, they had paid the guy (in cash) enough to buy them lunch for a week or two. The police report wasn't interesting, just the usually crap about it being an accident and they didn't know what caused it.

You know, the usual crap police work they do.

"You know, this might not be one of our's, it might just be some freak medical thing," Sam said as they climbed down the stairs to get back to the Impala.

"How many times, in dad's very long career, has it been a freak medical thing?" Dean asked, proving a point. "And not some sign of a very supernatural death."

"Practically never," Emery pointed out, snapping her fingers.

"Exactly!" Dean agreed.

"Alright," Sam started. "Let's go talk to the daughter."

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Emery felt awkward walking into the house that was holding the reception of the funeral. There was quite a lot of people and Emery couldn't fathom the fact that someone with the last name Shoemaker had so many friends. Emery stood awkwardly beside Dean, the only black she's wearing being the leather jacket that was hugging her form.

The skinny jeans were a dark blue, the shirt a superhero shirt (Batman, to be exact) but that was a dark grey with a bright yellow. And the girls converse were riddled with mud from a couple nights ago.

"Feel like we're under dressed," Dean stated, turning back to the other hunters.

"No shit, Sherlock!" Emery hissed, the three making their way to find the daughters so they could speak to them.

After asking a very nice older man, who had told Emery he had a son that would love to meet her, they were shown to the backyard, where the two daughters sat mourning the loss of their father.

They walked over, and Emery caught the look one of Donna's friend's gave Sam and Dean. Being the defensive (and jealous) type she was, the girl scooted between the two where they stood. She gave a triumphant smirk to the blonde, who glared back. Though, the guilt of the fact that they were at a funeral creeped in.

"You must be Donna," Emery said, looking at the older dark haired girl. She was surrounded by her little sister, another friend, and the the sexually frustrated blonde high schooler who is way to young for either Sam or Dean.

"Hi, we're, uh, really sorry," Sam said, awkwardly.

"Thank you," Donna answered politely.

"I'm Sam, this is Dean and Emery, we worked with your dad," Sam continued, and the look Donna gave her friend made Emery think they said the wrong thing.

"You did?" Was Donna's reply.

"Yeah," Dean lied. "This whole thing. I mean, a stroke?"

"I don't thing she really wants to talk about this right now-" The blonde beside Donna started, and Emery grew a liking to her. She could stand up for her friends. Good job, Kid.

"It's okay, I'm okay," Donna interrupted, looking between her friend and the three hunters.

"Where there ever any symptoms?" Dean asked. "Dizziness? Migraines?"

"No," Donna shook her head.

Suddenly, the younger brunette girl turned to Donna, almost scaring the shit out of Emery. She wasn't expecting that.

"That's because it wasn't a stroke!" The girl explained, looking at her big sister.

"Lily, don't say that," Donna told her sister.

"What do you mean, 'it wasn't a stroke'," Emery asked, softly.

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

"No," Lily disagreed. "It happened because of me."

"Sweetie, it didn't," Donna tried to soothe her little sister.

"Lily," Sam walked over, crouching down in front of the youngest girl. "Why would you say something like that?"

"Right before he died, I said it," Lily stated, leaving the three hunters confused.

"You said what?" Sam asked gently.

"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror," Lily confessed, almost guiltily.

Emery almost scoffed. Kids these days.

"She took his eyes, that's what she does."

"Lily, that's not why he died," Donna snapped at the younger girl. "Alright? This isn't your fault."

"I think your sister's right, Lily," Dean stated. "There is no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?"

"No, I don't think so," Lily stated, and the three hunters nodded. Emery stayed downstairs with the guests, giving people her condolences as her boys went and investigated upstairs. The bathroom where the man was killed.

The boys came and got her a couple minutes later, claiming they were heading to the library. They arrived shortly after, the two boys talking about the Bloody Mary legend. Emery had heard that story quite a lot when she was a kid, so she knew all about the girl who takes your eyes.

Since the computers were out of order, ("I take it back, this will be very annoying." "What in the actual fuck is this!") they got all the library archives and such that they could, before finding a nice hotel for the night.

Which was spent with Dean and Emery (and Sam, but he fell asleep, so they let him snooze) pulling an all nighter. In the morning, Emery, who was reading upside down, her head hanging off the bottom of one bed, and Dean, who was sitting at the table across the room, were interrupted by Sam gasping for air.

"Why'd you guys let me fall asleep?" Sam asked, voice husky from sleeping.

"Because I'm an awesome-"

"-brother," Dean finished.

"-person," Emery finished also.

"So, what'd you dream about?" Dean asked, Emery closing her bloodshot eyes. They hurt from reading so much.

"Lollipops and candy canes," Sam retorted.

Emery burst into a fit of laughter, before retorting sarcastically, "yeah, and you're a wizard, Emery!"

She tried to imitate Hagrid's voice, but it failed epically.

"You find anything," Sam ignored the hunter girl after a scoff. Dean didn't even acknowledge her joke, making the girl pout.

"Other than a whole knew level of frustration," Dean told him. ("What kind of frustration?" Emery asked quietly to herself.) "No. We looked at everything."

"A few local women," Emery stated, now serious. "A Laura and a Katherine committed suicide in front of a mirror, and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave, but no Mary."

Sam, who had sort of sat up, flopped back down onto the bed. "Maybe we just haven't found it yet?"

"I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area," Dean stated. "You know, eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing. Whatever is happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary."

Sam's phone ringing cut the conversation short, and Emery looked at the two boys, before she righted her position, and her eyes shut themselves.

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Emery didn't go talk to the girl from the funeral, Charlie (the blonde friend that stood up for Donna). She got the basics on the phone when Sam and Dean were done looking at yet another victim's room.

She had gotten to have a well deserved shower, though she had to reassure herself she wasn't in a lake and wasn't going to drown. After, she smiled triumphantly to herself as she put her wet hair into a ponytail and got dressed in her usual attire.

Then, she started running to where Donna's house was. Dean had told her to meet them there, but the Impala had picked her up along the way. This time, Sam and Dean explained what was happening in full, with the name on the back of the mirror.

The four were let inside the house (Charlie bonding with Emery quickly), and the three ran up to the bathroom. Dean and Sam hoisted the mirror off of the wall, setting it gently face down. Emery tore the paper off of the back, before moving the black light over the surface.

Linda Shoemaker was written in some sort substance with a handprint as if a signature.

"Linda Shoemaker," Emery read, breathless.

The three then went and asked Donna Shoemaker who Linda Shoemaker was.

"Why are you asking me all this?" Donna asked, looking ever so confused.

"Look, we're sorry, but it's important," Sam explained, looking hopefully at the girl.

"Yeah, Linda's my mom, okay? And she overdosed on sleeping pills. It was an accident and that's it," Donna snapped.

There was a pause, the hunters and the blonde girl looking between one another.

"I think you should leave," Donna stated.

"Donna, listen-" Dean tried.

"Just get out of my house!" Donna shouted, before walking away. There was a slamming of the door, signalling that Donna had left the room.

"Oh my God," Charlie stated.

"God isn't here, sweetheart," Emery mumbled.

Charlie ignored the comment, or didn't hear it. "Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?"

"Maybe," Sam nodded.

"I think I should stick around," Charlie said, the three hunters nodding in agreement.

"Alright, but whatever you do, don't say-" Dean explained.

Charlie cut him off, "believe me, I won't say it."

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