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Bloody Mary; Part Two
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"Nothing is impossible, the word itself says 'I'm possible'!" -Audrey Hepburn

THE PRINTER MADE TOO MUCH NOISE, Emery couldn't concentrate with it going off. Dean was printing page after page, and she couldn't finish the chapter she so desperately wanted to finish in Dead in the Water; the third book in the Supernatural series.

She already knew that Dean was (obviously) doing a nation wide search for any Mary that was murdered in front of a mirror.

Emery tried so hard, so very, very hard, to tune out the boys conversation, but it was harder than it seemed. Especially when they both talk like they are in different rooms. How the two can ever be stealthy? Emery wonders about it everyday of her life.

The brunette sighed and dog-eared her page, before slamming the book shut. She tuned into the conversation then, and Sam was going on about how mirrors show the secrets of the soul. Emery shivered at the thought. That would be very awkward if they had decided to blab about her one day.

"... That's why it's bad luck to break them," Sam finished.

"Right, right," Dean agreed. "So, maybe if you have a secret, like a really, really nasty one where someone died, then Mary sees it, and punishes you for it."

"So, she's killing you for killing someone else?" Emery asked. Sam and Dean nodded in agreement.

"Take a look at this," Dean stated, before he clicked on something on the laptop.

Suddenly, the annoying printer that Emery wants to smash started printing again, this time something about a girl named Mary. The page was mostly a picture along with a murder investigation about a Mary who was murdered in front of a mirror.

Emery rested her chin on Sam's shoulder, looking at the pictures from there. Her hand reached forward, pointing to the handprint that was stamped on the mirror in a picture. It was resting above a 'T-R-E'. Sam nodded in agreement.

"Looks like the same handprint," Sam stated, Emery nodding on the man's shoulder.

"Her name was Mary Worthington, an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana," Dean stated. Dean gave the other two looks, and Emery sighed. Another road trip, yay!

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"I was on the job for thirty-five years, detective for most of that. Now, everyone packs it in with a few loose ends, but the Mary Worthington Murder, that one still gets me," the detective working the old case explained.

"What exactly happened?" Dean asked, walking around the detective's den.

"You three said you were reporters," the dark man stated, narrowing his eyes a bit.

"We know Mary was nineteen; 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," Sam listed off, looking at the list of information in his hand.

"Sliced her eyes out with a knife," Emery finished. "Said on one of the reports it was pretty precise too."

"That's right," the man said.

"See, sir, when we ask what happened, we wanna know what you think happened," Dean explained.

The detective's eyes flickered from Dean to Emery before he went to get something. Emery heard a drawer open and shut, before the detective came into view with a box.

"Technically, I'm not supposed to have a copy of this," he set the box down on the desk that sat at the corner of the room. The man pulled out a file, opening it and leafing through the pages. "Ah." He showed the picture of the mirror with the handprint and 'T-R-E' on it. "See, that there," he pointed to letters on the mirror, "T-R-E?"

"Yeah," Dean answered.

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

"Do you know who it was?" Sam asked.

"Not for sure, but there was a local man. A surgeon. Trevor Sampson. And I think he cut her up good."

"The question here is: why would he do something like that?" Emery asked. "Goddamn psychopaths."

"A diary mentioned a man that she was seeing. She called him by his initial T. Well, her last entry, she was going to tell T's wife about their affair."

"So, how do you know that it was this guy Sampson who killed her?" Dean asked, looking at the man.

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

"But you could never prove it," Dean stated, nodding along with Emery.

"No. No prints. No witnesses. I mean, it was meticulous."

"Is he still alive?" Emery asked, looking at the picture of the guy on the desk. She almost scoffed. He looked like a douche.

"Nope. 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 bluntly, the man not questioning.

He probably thought they were going to go pay their respects to her. "She wasn't. She was cremated."

Son of a bitch, Emery thought.

"How about that mirror? It's not in some evidence lock up, is it?" Dean asked.

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

"Do you have the names of her family, by any chance?" Sam asked.

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They were driving back to Toledo, Emery finishing the chapter, ignoring the boys' talk about Mary. Then, suddenly, it hits her.

This has been the first case since Sam has come back that she hasn't know right away what dark, evil thing they were facing. Maybe this means whatever is happening to her will stop.

Emery's ringtone snaps her out of her happy thoughts, the girl picking it up without a second thought. "Hello!"

A flurry of words come from the speaker of the phone, Emery's mood doing a one eighty. The blonde teenager was sobbing and Emery couldn't make out a single word she was saying.

"Charlie? Calm down and tell me what happened," Emery soothed.

Charlie took a deep breath as Emery met Dean's eyes in the rearview mirror. Then the teenager started telling Emery the story. Once finished, Emery ran a hand down her face. "Fuck!"

Dean took that as a cew to speed up and they were now soaring down the road.

They got back to the hotel room with Charlie after speeding down the highway. Sam and Dean were covering up every reflective surface while Emery was hugging the blonde girl, trying to calm her down, but also hide her view from the surfaces.

Charlie was shaking in her arms, probably from the fear. Emery couldn't help but rub the girl's back soothingly.

"It's okay, Charlie," Emery whispered, motioning to the screen that wasn't covered. "It's safe to look, you can come out now. Charlie, it's alright."

Gingerly, the shaking girl raised her head from Emery's shoulder.

"Now listen," Sam said softly, sitting beside the two girls. "You're gonna stay right here, on this bed, and you're not gonna look at glass or anything else that has a reflection, okay?"

"And, as long as you do that," Emery untangled herself from the blonde, "she can't get you."

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

"No," Emery demanded. She had taken a liking to the girl. "No. Not any time soon. Honestly, you'll probably have a longer life span than the three of us."

"Alright, Charlie," Dean spoke softly, sitting on the bed. Surprisingly, Emery felt his arm go around her waist. She noticed Charlie's eyes flicker to the hand that was resting on her hip, and a ghost of a smile appeared. "We need to know what happened."

"We were in the bathroom, Donna said it," Charlie stated.

"That's not what we're talking about," Dean told her. Charlie looked at him with tears still flowing freely. Emery grabbed her hand comfortingly as Dean said, "Something happened, didn't it? In your life. A secret. Where someone got hurt." Charlie's lip twitched, and she clenched Emery's hand a bit. The three hunters shared a look. "Can you tell us about it?"

The girl looked like she was about to start sobbing all over again, but she got out her words. "I had this boyfriend."

Emery missed the look the Winchester brothers shared.

"I loved him. But, he kinda scared me too, you know? And, one night, at his house, we got into this fight. And I broke up with him. And he... got upset and he said he needed me, he loved me. And he said 'Charlie, if you walk out that door right now, I'm going to kill myself.'" Charlie recited. "And you know what I said? I said, 'go ahead.' And I left. How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just- I didn't believe him, you know? I should've-"

And finally, the girl broke down, squeezing onto Emery's hand like it was a lifeline.

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Emery looked out the window, half-listening to Sam and Dean, half- thinking about Charlie. She felt bad about leaving the girl, but she knew that Sam or Dean would need the back up.

"You know, the boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault," Dean stated, obviously talking to Sam.

Emery knew this. They were going to get into a fight. And Emery was going to stay out of it. Yet, the girl could not fathom how they had such an unbreakable bond, but still fight so much. Seriously, they were already pretty co-dependent on each other. The brunette girl was also mixed up in that wiring, too, so she can't say anything.

"You know as well as I do, spirits don't exactly see in shades of grey, Dean. Charlie had a secret, someone died," Sam shot back, voice monotone.. "That's good enough for Mary."

Dean shrugged with his head (is that even possible?), "I guess."

"You know, I've been thinking, it might it be enough to just smash that mirror."

"Why? What do you mean?"

"Well, Mary's hard to pin down right, she moves around, mirror to mirror, so who's to say she's not going to 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."

"Well, how do you know that's gonna work?"

"I don't, not for sure."

"Well, who's gonna summon her?"

Dramatic pause, Emery thought. Cue the drum roll.

"I will," Sam stated, looking at the road that never seemed to end. "She'll come after me."

"Alright, you know what? That's it," Dean said, and Emery watched the raindrops out the window as Dean pulled over to the side of the road. Once parked, he turned off the ignition, the Impala's rumble dying. "This is about Jessica, isn't it?"

Sam stayed quiet.

"You think that's your dirty little secret? That you... killed her somehow?"

Again, Sam didn't respond.

"Sam, this has got to stop, man! I mean, the nightmares and- and- and-  and calling her name out in the middle of the night! It's gonna kill you! Now listen to me, it wasn't your fault! If you want to blame something then blame the thing that killed her. Alright, why don't you take a swing at me! I'm the one that dragged you away from her in the first place!"

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

"Well, you shouldn't blame yourself, 'cause there was nothing you coulda done!"

"I could of warned her."

"About what? You didn't know it was gonna happen! And besides, all of this isn't a secret! I mean, Emery and I know all about it, it's not gonna work with Mary anyway!"

There was this weird feeling Emery suddenly got. Sam just, he just didn't look the same.

Emery had always thought Sam as the innocent one of the two brothers. He was younger, he was a little smarter, and a lot more rebellious, but Emery always saw him as that doe eyed innocent kid that she used to babysit with Dean. But now, there was something off about him. Like something was plaguing the innocence and turning it evil, dark.

"No, you guys don't."

"We don't what?"

"You. Don't. Know... all about it. I haven't told you guys everything."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, it really wouldn't be a secret if I told you, would it?"

Dean looked baffled. He thought about his answer for a minute, before saying, "no. I don't like it, it's not gonna happen, forget it."

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

And just like that, Dean started the Impala and was driving through the rainy night. They got to the pawn shop a few minutes later, Sam picking the lock as Dean and Emery covered him from view. The three hunters walked inside, getting their crowbars ready to find this mirror and smash it. Sam waved the flashlight around and Emery noticed them.

There seemed to be about eight thousand mirrors in the goddamned shop.

"Well, that's just great," Dean announced. He pulled out the picture of the mirror, showing it to Sam and Emery once the light was on it. Emery got a quick look, before Dean put it away. "Alright, let's get looking."

The three split up, searching around the store to find the stupid mirror. Sometimes, in jobs like these, Emery wished she had a normal life. She wished that the werewolf never killed her parents, she wished that she grew to love the kid next door instead of a player supernatural hunter. Where she could have an actual family, one of the things that all hunters want but can't have.

Emery was so lost in thought, she almost didn't noticed when Dean and Sam called for her. She followed their voices, going to stand beside them, the mirror sitting in front of them.

The two boys were standing close to the mirror, Sam taking a deep breath.

"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary."

In the mirror, a light drifted over the wall. Dean noticed it, turning toward it before turning to it, before turning back to the other hunters.

"I'll go check that out. You guys stay here. Be careful."

Dean walked away, Emery and Sam with their crowbars ready to smash some mirrors.

"Smash anything that moves."

Emery would have laughed in the circumstances weren't dire.

Emery and Sam looked around, awaiting the bitch to pop up in one of the mirrors. When one showed the girl, it being on Emery's side, she swung, breaking the glass with the crowbar. On the other side, Sam smashed a mirror with the girl in it easily.

"Come on," Sam whispered. "Come into this one."

Suddenly, both Emery's and Sam's reflections stopped, before smirking at the two people, blood dripping from their eyes. Emery looked at the mirror in confusion, before a suddenly pain seeped into her body.

The crowbar slipped from her hands, the same time Sam's did, both of them making a clang as they hit the floor. Emery stared wide-eye at the mirror, the pain intensifying.

"It's your fault, you know. John's probably out there dead and you know. And you aren't even telling his sons. Pathetic. Only cowards keep secrets like that," the mirror Emery stated, Emery wanted to scream as the pain started to worsen. She stumbled backward, falling into another mirror, breaking that one as well. The pain from falling on the glass was nothing compared to the pain Bloody Mary was making her feel. "And now, they're gonna hate you. All because John died hunting that thing and you knew, all this time. It's all your fault. Why do you think he hasn't been answering you. Because he can't! He's lying on the ground, probably decaying already, and you don't have the balls to tell his sons."

Suddenly, there was a angry yell, and then the mirror was smashed, thanks to Dean.

Emery wound up in a ball, as Dean checked on Sam. She felt herself start silently sobbing. What if John was dead? How did she know? It's not like John answered any of her calls or texts. He could be in a ditch somewhere and she wouldn't know.

"Sammy. Sammy! Sammy!"

"It's Sam."

"Oh, God, are you okay?"

"Yeah." Sam declared. "Go check on Emery."

Emery felt herself being unwound from her ball, Dean looking at her with confusion. "What happened to you?"

"I-I don't know!" Emery lied, wiping her tears, probably smearing the blood too. "They just started bleeding!"

"Okay, up you get," Dean said, hoisting up the girl, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and his arm going around her waist. "Sammy, can you walk?"

"Yeah, I'll be good."

They started walking out, the three of them, when suddenly heavy breathing came from behind them. Along with the sound of glass being stepped on. The three hunters turned around, just in time to see Mary stand up and start making her way towards them.

Dean and Sam let out grunts of pain, Emery giving out a moan of agony. It hurt so badly, no wonder her victims died.

Emery felt the blood start pouring from her eyes as she and the boys collapsed on the ground due to the pain. But Mary kept on coming. Emery only faintly noticed Dean picking up a mirror, holding it up so Mary could see her reflection. The blood started dropping from her own eyes, before she melted away, turning into glass, after her reflection said something to her.

Dean threw the mirror he was holding in his hand, breaking that one as well. Emery didn't care. She was just glad the pain was over.

"Hey, guys," Dean broke the silence.

"Yeah," Sam and Emery said in unison.

"This has got to be like, what? Six hundred years of bad luck?"

"Yeah, and if I die when I'm like thirty, I'm coming back to haunt both your asses," Emery choke out, scoffing.

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Emery was practically asleep on the backseat, as Dean pulled up to Charlie's house. She hadn't gotten much sleep since she couldn't shake that bad feeling about Sam or stop thinking about John. Dean did make a good cuddle buddy though, so she was happy about that.

Dean pulled up to the curb, stopping Baby (and turning her off) before turning to Charlie.

"So, this is over," Charlie stated.

Dean nodded, "Yeah, it's over."

Charlie gave the three hunters a small smile, "thank you."

Dean shook her hand and then Emery pulled the girl into a hug. After that, Charlie gave Emery a curt nod before getting out of the Impala. She started walking to her house, Emery noticed the tears in her eyes.

"Charlie!" Sam called and the blonde girl turned around. "Your boyfriend's 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."

The girl gave Sam one last sad smile, before she turned around and walked to her house. Dean smacked the other hunter, Sam turning toward him. "That's good advice."

They gave each other smiles, before Dean started the Impala, speeding down the road, going to leave Toledo.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

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

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

Emery caught Dean's eyes in the rearview mirror and she saw them sparkle curiously at her.

Emery sighed, before lying.

"I think it was the fact that we were looking in her mirror, Dean. I'm an open book."

She prayed to God that he wouldn't ask again.

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edited.

HOLY SHIT I DID IT! I WROTE THE EPISODE IN ONE NIGHT! FUCK YEAH!

DOUBLE UPDATE BECAUSE IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TOMORROW AND I'M HELLA EXCITED.

I technically already celebrated my birthday though. I saw Avengers: Age of Ultron opening weekend.

I GOT TO SEE THE BOOTY! (Chris Evans is a literally God omg.)

Anywho, enough of my fangirling. I hope you enjoyed the double update, and thanks so much for reading and commenting and stuff, ilysm and you guys are the bae.

P.s. if this sucks I'm deeply sorry. I'm v v v tired.