"Sam! Wake up!" Dean shook Sam awake as he was having another nightmare.

Rory was leaning over the front seat, a worried look on her face.

"I take it I was having a nightmare?" Sam asked as he sat up straight.

"Yeah. Another one." Rory said, plopping back down into her seat.

"Hey, at least I got some sleep." Sam stated.

"Sooner or later, we're gonna talk about this." Dean told him.

"Are we here?" Sam asked.

"Yep. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio." Dean said.

Sam picked up the newspaper, and saw a picture of a man that Dean had circled. The name under the picture, was "Steven Shoemaker."

"So what do you think really happened to this guy?" He asked.

"That's what we're gonna find out." Dean stated.

"After this, can we please go get breakfast?" Rory asked, nearly jumping over the seat.

"Yeah, we'll get some breakfast on the way back." Dean said, ruffling her hair. "In the meantime, let's go." He opened his door.

Sam opened his door, and Rory opened her door, all three siblings getting out of the impala.

They went inside the big building, and walked down the hallway until they got into a room.

As they walked in, Dean looked over at a desk, seeing a name sign on it that read something very hard to even try to pronounce.

The three walked over to another desk where a man was sitting behind it.

"Hey." Dean smiled.

"Can I help you?" The man asked, looking between the three of them.

"Yeah, we're the med students." Dean said, nodding his head.

"Sorry?" The man asked.

"Oh, Dr. Fliglavitch didn't tell you?" Dean said, hesitating to say the name. "We talked to him on the phone. We're from Ohio state. He's supposed to show us the shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper." He explained.

"Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch." The man told them.

"Oh. Well, he said, uh—"

"You know, It doesn't really matter." Rory chuckled lightly. "You don't mind showing us the body, do you?"

The man slightly furrowed his brows at her, looking her up and down.

"Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him, if you want. Besides, don't you look a little young to be lookin' at dead bodies, or even writing papers on them?" He asked her.

"Well, that's sweet." Rory said, annoyed with this man.

"She looks a lot younger than she is." Sam said.

"And we can't wait an hour. We got to be heading back to Columbus by then." Dean said. "Look, man. This papers half our grade. So if you don't mind helping us out?"

"Look, man— no." The man said.

Dean lightly chuckled as he turned towards Sam and Rory, annoyed.

He turned back just as Rory went to pounce at the guy, but Dean grabbed her before she could.

The man pulled back, his eyes widened as he furrowed his brows as if the girl was crazy.

Sam cleared his throat as he pat Rory's back, lightly pushing her and Dean back as he stepped in front of the man, pulling his wallet out of his pocket.

"Rowan, we've talked about this." Dean stated to her, still holding her in her spot so she didn't try again.

"Don't act like you didn't wanna do it too." Rory told him.

Dean hesitated for a moment.

"We're not talking about me." He told her, shaking his head.

They looked back to Sam who had tossed some cash down on the man's desk. The guy took the cash and stood up.

Deans face fell.

Now he was just angry.

"Follow me." The guy said.

Sam started following after him.

"I changed my mind, have at him." Dean told Rory who couldn't help but smile a little. "I earned that money." He stated as he and Rory started following after them.

"Didn't you win it in a poker game?" Rory questioned.

"Yeah!" Dean stated making Rory look up at him, giving him a look. "I worked hard for it."

Rowan rolled her eyes at him, hitting him in the stomach and running after Sam as Dean toppled over, grasping his stomach.

The man led them back into a room where a body laid on a bed, a blanket covering it.

"Now, the newspaper said his daughter found him." Sam started. "She said his eyes were bleeding."

"More than that." The man said, pulling the blanket back to reveal Mr. Shoemaker. "They practically liquified."

Rory's eyes widened slightly at the corpse.

"Any sign of a struggle?" Dean asked. "Maybe somebody did it to him?"

"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone." The man stated to them as Sam slightly stepped in front of Rory, not wanting her to see the corpse for longer than she had to.

"What's the official cause of death?" Sam asked.

"The Docs not sure. He's thinking a massive stroke, maybe an aneurism. Something burst up in there, that's for sure." He stated.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."

"The eyes, what would cause something like that?" Sam questioned.

"Capillary's can burst, uh, see a lot of bloodshot eyes in a stroke victim." The guy said.

"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked making Rory's eyes widen as they shifted to him.

The man chuckled.

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

"You think we could take a look at that police report? You know, for uh, our paper." Dean said.

"I'm not really...supposed to show you that." The man said with a slight smirk.

Rory furrowed her brows at him.

Dean glanced back at her, then to Sam who glanced at them, obviously tired of the man's crap. Dean raised a brow at Sam, and glanced back at Rory.

Sam looked to Rory, then back to the man.

Rory looked at Sam, then to Dean, who slightly smirked at her, and looked back to the man.

Rory stepped forwards and grabbed the man by the front of his shirt, jerking him down to her level where she stared him in the eyes.

"Listen here, buddy. You either show us the damn police report, or you don't, and then I'll rip out your throat, and maybe even your eyeballs too, so then you and this dude can be twins. Then I'll stuff you in a trunk, and drive the car into a river." She told him in a dangerously low tone.

The man's eyes had widened, and there was an obvious look of fear on his face, along with a look that said "this girls crazy."

"Is she being serious?" He asked the two men.

Dean made a face.

"I'd just do what she says." He shrugged a shoulder.

The man gulped, looking back to the girl who let go of him.

"Right this way." He said, brushing by them.

~~~

"Might not be one of ours, might just be some freak medical thing." Sam said as they walked down the stairs.

"When is it ever just a freak medical thing, and not something from your worst nightmare?" Rory questioned, climbing up onto the railing of the stairs, and sliding down it.

"Uh...almost never." Sam stated. "Stop doing that before you get hurt." He scolded the girl as they rounded to the next set of stairs.

"You're not the boss of me." Rory furrowed her brows at him, climbing onto the next rail and sitting on it.

Dean raised a brow at her, putting his arm in front of her to stop her.

She didn't look up at him.

She knew he had that look on his face, that dad look she couldn't stand.

"Get down." He told her.

"But it's fun!" She whined.

"Rowan." Dean warned her. "When Dad is not here, you know that Sam and I are both in charge of you, which means we are the boss of you, so you better start listening." He told her.

Rory groaned in annoyance, hopping off the rail.

"Good. Now, go." He urged her in front of them.

Rory furrowed her brows at both of them, and mumbled something as she huffed down the stairs.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Dean asked, raising his brows at her.

"I didn't say anything!" Rory said, irritated with both of her brothers.

"Thought so." Dean said, following after the girl.

Sam couldn't help but chuckle as he followed after them.

~~~

Rory held Sam's hand as they walked through an open door into a big house, where everyone was for the death of Mr. Shoemaker.

Rory looked around, seeing everyone dressed in all black, meanwhile the three siblings were dressed in their average day to day attire.

"I think we should've dressed up for this." She stated quietly.

Dean started walking, and both of the younger siblings followed after him, Sam gently pulling Rory behind him.

The three Winchesters went out into the backyard, and saw the daughters sitting on a bench with some friends.

They headed over towards them.

"You must be Donna." Dean spoke up to the short haired brunette.

"Yeah." The girl, Donna, nodded.

"Hi, uh, we're really sorry." Sam told her.

"Thank you." Donna said.

"I'm Sam, this is Dean, and Rory." Sam introduced them. "Dean and I worked with your dad."

"You did?" Donna asked.

"This whole thing, I mean, a stroke." Dean shook his head.

The younger brunette glanced up at them, and Rory noticed.

"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now." The blonde girl, Charlie, spoke up.

"It's okay. I'm okay." Donna nodded her head.

"Where there ever any symptoms? Dizziness, migraines?" Dean asked, shaking his head as he spoke.

"No." Donna said.

"That's because it wasn't a stroke." The little girl beside Donna turned around as she spoke up.

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

"What?" Sam asked, slightly furrowing his brows.

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

"No, it happened because of me." Lily stated.

"Sweetie, it didn't." Donna shook her head.

"Lily," Sam started as he crouched down beside the girl. "Why would you say something like that?"

"Right before he died, I said it." Lily told him.

"You said what?" Sam asked.

"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror." Lily said.

Rory looked up at Dean who glanced at her.

Bloody Mary was just a story! Something to scare kids. That's at least what Rory thought.

"She took his eyes, it's what she does." Lily stated, looking to Donna.

"That's not why dad died, this isn't your fault." Donna told her.

"I think your sister's right, Lily. There's no way it could've been Bloody Mary. I mean, your dad didn't say it, did he?" Dean said to her.

"No, I don't think so." Lily said, feeling a little bit of relief.

Dean made a face, tilting his head at the little girl.

~~~

Rory walked beside her brothers as they walked down the upstairs hallway.

They went to the bathroom, and pushed open the door. They saw a big faded blood stain on the tile floor.

"The Bloody Mary legend." Sam said. "Dad ever find any evidence it was a real thing?" He asked.

Rory looked between her brothers.

"Not that I know of." Dean stated, stepping into the bathroom.

"So it's just a story, right?" Rory asked.

"I mean, everywhere else, all over the country, kids play Bloody Mary, and as far we know, nobody dies from it." Sam stated, following Dean into the bathroom, Rory quickly followed as well.

"Well, maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening." Dean said.

"The place where the legend started?" Sam questioned, and Dean nodded, making a face. "But according to the legend, the person who says—" Sam stopped as Dean slightly turned the mirror towards him, looking in the medicine cabinet.

Sam pushed the cabinet shut.

"The person who says you know what gets it, but here..." Sam said.

"Shoemaker gets it." Rory spoke up, punching the closed shower curtain, revealing nothing behind it, and earning looks from her brothers.

"Right." Sam nodded.

"Never heard anything like that before." Dean stated. "Still, the guy did die right in front of a mirror, and the daughters right. I mean, the way the legend goes, you know who, scratched your eyes out." Dean stated.

Rory looked up at them.

"Its worth checking into." Sam shrugged.

The three looked up as they heard heels coming down the hallway towards the bathroom. They quickly moved out of the room, only to run into Charlie.

"What are you doing up here?" She questioned them.

"We...we had to go to the bathroom." Dean said.

"Who are you?" Charlie asked them.

"Aliens." Rory said.

Dean hit her in the arm.

"Like we said before, we worked with Donnas dad." He said.

"He was a day trader or something, he worked by himself." Charlie stated.

"No, I know, we—"

"And all those weird questions downstairs? What was that?"

The three stayed quiet.

"So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming." Charlie told them.

"Alright." Sam spoke up. "We think something happened to Donnas dad."

"Yeah, a stroke."

"Yeah, okay." Rory nodded, furrowing her brows. "That's not really the sign of a typical stroke."

Charlie glanced at the floor.

"We think it might be something else." Sam said.

"Like what?" Charlie asked them.

"Honestly? We don't know yet, but we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth." Sam told her.

"So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead." Dean said, lightly shrugging a shoulder.

Charlie glanced at the floor once again.

"What are you guys, cops?" She asked.

The brothers glanced at each other.

"Something like that." Dean said.

"Tell you what, here." Sam pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, and starting writing a number on it. "You think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary, just give us a call." He handed the girl the paper as they walked past her.

~~~

"Alright, say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town, there's gonna be some proof, right? A local woman who died nasty." Dean said as they walked into the library.

"Yeah, but a legend this widespread, it's hard. I mean, there's like fifty versions of who she actually is. One says she's a witch, another says she's a mutilated bride. There's a lot more." Sam explained.

"So what are we supposed to be looking for?" Rory asked.

"Well, every versions got a few things in common. It's always a woman named Mary, and she always dies in front of a mirror. So we got to search local newspapers, public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill."

"Well that sounds annoying." Dean said as Rory huffed.

"No, it won't be so bad, as long as we..." Sam trailed off as they saw all the computers were out of order.

"You were saying?" Rory asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I take it back." Sam said. "This will be very annoying."

Rory whined, tossing her head back and dropping her arms by her sides.

Dean sighed, placing a hand on her head, gently ruffling her red hair.

~~~

Sam woke up with a small gasp, breathing heavily as he laid on the bed.

Deans eyes shifted to him.

"Why'd you let me fall asleep?" Sam questioned him after a moment.

"'Cause I'm an awesome brother." Dean stated. "So what'd you dream about?"

"Lollipops and candy canes." Sam said sarcastically, then looked over at Dean who had a look on his face.

"Yeah, sure." Dean nodded.

Sam looked around, but still laying down on the bed.

"Where's Rory?" He asked Dean.

Dean looked up towards the window, pulling back the curtain and looking out, seeing Rory skating in the empty parking lot.

"Skating." He said, looking back down at the book in his lap.

He had been keeping an eye on the girl from the window ever since she asked if she could go out.

Rory had a thing with getting distracted and running off, and she also had a thing with constantly getting hurt.

"You find anything?" Sam asked his brother, his voice a little rough.

"Besides a whole new level of frustration? No." Dean told him. "I've looked at everything."

Sam sat up on his elbow.

"A few local women, a Laura and a Katherine, committed suicide in front of a mirror, and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave, but, uh, no Mary." Dean said.

Sam groaned a little, flopping back down on the bed.

"Maybe we just haven't found it yet." He said.

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

Dean went to look out the window again, but before he could, Rory came into the room through the front door with her skateboard, breathing heavily, and her knee was scraped.

Rory went over to her book bag, setting her board down, and pulling out her inhaler, using it twice before putting it back.

"What happened?" Dean asked the girl making her look at him.

"I fell." She told him.

"Come here." Dean told her with a small sigh.

Rory huffed and came over to Dean, who pulled her onto his knee, and pulled her leg up so he could see her knee more clearly through the rip in her jeans.

"I'm okay." Rory said, nearly rolling her eyes.

"I know you are, I just wanna look." Dean told her.

Sam gently smiled at them.

He hated to admit it, but Dean had been with Rory longer, and Dean had grown to become way more overprotective of her since Sam had left.

Sam had been gone for quite some time, while Dean was by Rory's side the entire time.

"Got it pretty good, huh?" Dean asked the girl.

Rory nodded, laying back against Deans chest, grabbing his hand and playing with his fingers.

"It doesn't hurt though." She told him.

Dean barely chuckled at her.

That's what she would say even if it did hurt. She just didn't like to be babied.

All of a sudden, Sam's phone started ringing from beside him on the bed. Sam picked it up, and answered the phone.

"Hello?" He asked.

Sam then sat up.

~~~

"And they found her on the bathroom floor..." Charlie sobbed on a bench as the Winchesters stood around her. "And he-her eyes...they were gone." She cried.

"I'm sorry." Sam apologized.

"And she said it." Charlie told them. "I heard her say it."

The brothers looked at each other as Rory listened closely. She had a thing about "legends." She'd heard about Bloody Mary before, only once on the playground.

A boy told her about Bloody Mary, and what she had to do in order to summon her, and Rory almost did it, but she realized that it could've been real.

Everything else was, so why wouldn't Bloody Mary be too?

And the way that boy had described Bloody Mary, she definitely wasn't something Rory wanted to mess with at the age of eight.

At the time, she figured all legends were real, and to the day, she still didn't know if that were true or not.

"But it couldn't be because of that." Charlie shook her head, continuing what she had been saying. "I'm insane, right?"

"No, you're not insane." Dean shook his head.

"Oh, god, that makes me feel so much worse." She stated.

"Look...we think somethings happening here," Sam started. "something that can't be explained."

"And we're gonna stop it." Dean told the girl. "But we could use your help."

Rory looked between them.

~~~

Rory looked up as Charlie opened Jills bedroom window from the inside of the room.

Sam climbed in first, then Rory, then Dean.

Dean closed the window behind him, closing the curtains.

"What did you tell Jill's mom?" Sam asked Charlie as he set a duffel bag down on the bed.

"I just told her I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things." Charlie said.

"Good."

"I hate lying to her." Charlie shook her head.

"Trust us, this is for the greater good. Hit the lights." Dean said.

Jill went over and turned off the lights while the brothers started going through the duffel bag. Rory just looked around the room.

"What are you guys looking for?" Charlie asked, coming back over to them.

"We'll let you know as soon as we find it." Dean told her.

"Hey, night vision." Sam said, holding out a camera to Dean as he couldn't figure out how to work it.

Dean reached over, turning the night vision on the camera on.

"Thanks." Sam said, and held up the camera.

Dean looked up as the camera was focused on him.

He turned his backside towards the camera.

"Do I look like Paris Hilton?" He asked, then smirked and raised his brows.

Rory giggled making Dean smile at her.

The two brothers started looking around the room, Sam with the camera, and Dean with the emf meter.

"So, I don't get it. I mean, the first victim didn't summon Mary, and the second victim did. How is she choosing them?" Sam asked as he looked over a mirror on the closet door.

"Beats me." Dean stated. "I wanna know why Jill said it in the first place." He looked at Charlie.

"It was just a joke." She shook her head.

"Yeah, you learn not to make jokes like that." Rory stated, slightly furrowing her brows.

"Yeah, well, somebody's gonna say it again, it's just a matter of time." Dean said.

Rory looked over at small bookshelf against the wall, seeing a bunch of books on it that looked like they had been sitting there for a while.

"Hey." Sam spoke up making the other three in the room look over at him. "There's a black light in the trunk, right?" He asked.

Rory and Dean looked at each other.

~~~

Sam carried the mirror over to the bed, laying it down as Dean handed him the black light.

Sam took it, and started tearing the paper on the back of the mirror. He then turned on the black light and started going over the back of the mirror.

Rory slightly tilted her head as they saw a handprint, and some letters.

"Gary Bryman?" Charlie read out loud making Sam look at her.

"You know who that is?" He asked her.

"No." Charlie shook her head.

Sam and Dean looked at each other.

~~~

Rory sat in between Charlie and Dean on a bench while they waited for Sam to come out of the building.

Rory had her head laid against Deans shoulder, dozing off. She was tired, and trying to keep her eyes open.

Sam then came around the corner, coming to them.

"So, Gary Bryman was an eight year old boy. Two years ago, he was killed in a hit and run. The car was described as a black Toyota Camry, but nobody got the plates, or saw the driver." Sam explained to them.

"Oh, my god." Charlie said.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Jill drove that car." She stated.

"We need to get back to your friend Donna's house." Dean told her.

Charlie nodded and got up off the bench, Dean tried to wake Rory up.

"Row, come on, we gotta go." He told her, gently shaking her.

Rory barely opened her eyes, and inhaled deeply just before yawning.

"Come on, sweetheart." Dean gently stood her up as he got up.

He grasped onto her hand, and pulled her behind them as they began walking.

Rory rubbed her tired eyes with her fist, sniffling softly as she went.

~~~

After going back to Donnas, the Winchesters looked over the bathroom mirror, and saw a handprint with the name "Linda Shoemaker" on the back of it.

"Why are you asking me all this?" Donna questioned Sam and Dean.

"Look, we're sorry, but it's important." Sam told her.

"Yeah, Linda's my mom, okay? She overdosed on sleeping pills. It was an accident, and that's it." Donna told them, her tone becoming more snarky as she spoke. "I think you should leave." She shook her head.

"Look, Donna, just—"

"Get out of my house!" Donna yelled, cutting Dean off before she stormed out of the room.

"Oh, my god. Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?" Charlie questioned.

"Maybe" Sam nodded.

"I think I should stick around." Charlie stated after a short moment.

"Alright, but just, whatever you do—"

"Believe me. I won't say it." Charlie told them.

~~~

"Wait, wait, wait. You're doing a nationwide search?" Sam questioned Dean as he looked over Sam's laptop, printing out pages and pictures.

Rory was asleep in Deans bed, a few strands of her red hair stuck to her face from where she had been laying on it.

"Yep. The NCIC, the FBI database. At this point, any Mary in the country who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me." Dean told him.

"If she's haunting the town, then she should've died in the town." Sam stated.

"I'm telling you, there's nothing local, I've checked. So unless you got a better idea." Dean said.

"So the way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern." Sam said.

"I know, I was thinking the same thing." Dean nodded.

"With Mr. Shoemaker, and Jill's hit and run."

"Both had secrets where somebody died." Dean stated.

"Right." Sam said. "There's a lot of folklore about mirrors, that they reveal all your lies, all your secrets, that they're a tue reflection of your souls, which is why it's bad luck to break them." He said.

"Right, right." Dean nodded. "Yeah, so maybe if you've got a secret, I mean a really nasty one where someone died, then Mary sees it, and punishes you for it." Dean said.

"Wether you're the one that summoned her or not." Sam stated.

"Take a look at this." Dean said, grabbing a picture out of the printer and showing it to Sam before printing out other pictures and showing them to him.

"Looks like the same handprint." Sam said as there was a picture of a mirror with blood on it.

There was a bloody handprint, and bloody letters that spelt "TRE"

"Her name was Mary Worthington, a unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana." Dean told him.

~~~

"I was on the job for thirty-five years— detective for most of that." The retired cop said as he led the Winchesters through his house. "Now everybody packs it in with a few loose ends, but the Mary Worthington murder, that one still gets me."

"What exactly happened?" Dean asked as Rory looked around the room.

"You said you were reporters?" The man questioned.

"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. We also know the night of March 29th, someone broke into her apartment and murdered her, cut out her eyes with a knife."

The man looked somewhat impressed.

"That's right."

Rory looked up at Sam.

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

The guy looked up at them.

He brushed past them, going to a closet, opening the door and stepping inside.

"Technically, I'm not supposed to have a copy of this." The man said as he pulled out a box, bringing it over to the table and putting it down before digging through it.

The siblings glanced at one another.

"Now, see that there? Tre?" The guy asked, pointing a picture of the mirror with the bloody letters.

"Yeah." Rory nodded.

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

"You know who it was?" Sam asked, looking up at the man.

"Not for sure, but there was a local man, a surgeon." The guy said, showing them a picture of a man. "Trevor Samson. And I think he cut her up good." He looked up at the Winchesters.

"Why would he do something like that?" Sam asked.

"Her diary mentioned a man she was seeing, she called him by his initial, T. Well, her last entry, she was gonna tell T's wife about their affair."

"Yeah, but how do you know it was this guy, Samson, that killed her?" Dean questioned.

"Hard to say." The man said. "But the way her eyes were cut out, it was almost professional." He shook his head.

"But you could never prove it?" Dean said.

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

"Is he still alive?" Dean asked.

"Nope." The man sat down in his chair. "If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guys secret, but she never could." The man said.

Rory looked up at her brothers.

"Where is she buried?" Sam asked the man.

"She wasn't, she was cremated."

"What about that mirror? Where is it?" Rory spoke up, pointing at the mirror in the picture.

"It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago." The guy said.

"You have the names of her family by any chance?" Sam asked.

~~~

"Oh, really? Well, that's too bad, Mr. Worthington. I would've paid a lot for that mirror." Sam said on the phone as Dean sped down the road. "Okay, well maybe next time. Alright, thanks." Sam closed his phone with a sigh.

"So?" Rory asked.

"So, that was Mary's brother. The mirror was in the family for years, until he sold it one week ago, to a store called State Antiques." Sam explained. "A store in Toledo."

"So, wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" Dean questioned.

"That's what I'm hearing." Rory stated, chewing her fingernails.

"Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, there is. When someone would die in a house, people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped." Sam said.

"So Mary dies in front of a mirror and it draws in her spirit." Dean stated.

"But how is she moving through, like, 100 different mirrors?" Sam questioned.

"Beats me." Rory said making Dean glance at her in the rearview mirror.

"Get your hands out of your mouth." He scolded her.

Rory glanced at him and huffed, letting her hand fall into her lap.

"If the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it." Dean said.

"Yeah, I don't know." Sam said.

It was quiet for a moment before Sam's phone started ringing.

He answered it, putting it up to his ear.

"Hello?" He asked.

Sam then sat up straight.

"Charlie?" He asked making both of his siblings look at him.

~~~

Rory helped Sam and Dean cover everything that had a reflection in their motel room as Charlie sat on one of the beds, slightly rocking back and forth.

Sam then came over to her, gently sitting beside her.

"Hey, it's okay. You can open your eyes, Charlie, it's okay." He told the girl.

Charlie hesitantly looked up.

"Alright, now listen. You're gonna stay right here on this bed, and you're not gonna look at glass, or anything that has a reflection, okay? And as long as you do that, she can not get you." He told her.

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

"No." Sam shook his head. "No. Not anytime soon."

"Alright, Charlie." Dean started as he sat down on the other side of the girl. "We need to know what happened."

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

"That's not what we're talking about." Rory stated, sitting down on the other bed across from them.

Charlie looked up at her.

"Something happened, didn't it? In your life. A secret, where someone got hurt." Dean said.

A tear streamed down Charlie's cheek as she looked away from them.

"Can you tell us about it?" Dean gently asked.

"I had this boyfriend." She started. "I loved him, but he kinda scared me, too, you know? And one night at his house, we got in this fight, and I broke up with him. He got upset and he said he needed me, and he loved me, and he said Charlie, if you walk out that door right now, I'm gonna kill myself." She told them. "And you know what I said? I said go ahead." She cried. "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." She shook her head, quietly sobbing.

Rory's eyes shifted to the floor.

~~~

"You know, her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault." Dean stated as he drove down the road.

"You know that Mary doesn't really care, right?" Rory stated. "Charlie had a secret, and someone died. That's good enough for her."

"I guess." Dean said.

"You know, I've been thinking, it might not be enough to just smash that mirror." Sam spoke up.

"Why? What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean, she moves from mirror to mirror, so who's to say 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 said.

"Well, how do you know that's gonna work?" Dean questioned him.

"I'm not for sure."

"Who's gonna summon her?" Rory asked.

"I will." Sam said. "She'll come after me."

Rory sighed as Dean looked over at him.

"Alright, you know what? That's it." Dean said, pulling the impala over onto the side of the road, and cutting off the engine.

Dean then turned in his seat to face Sam.

"This is about Jessica, isn't it?" He questioned him.

"You think you killed her, and that's your secret?" Rory asked.

"Sam, this has got to stop, man." Dean shook his head. "I mean, the nightmares, 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 wanna blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. Or, hell, why don't you take a swing at me? I mean, I'm the one that dragged you away from her in the first place." Dean stated.

"And I kinda did it, too, but if you swing at me, I'm sorry, I'm throwing hands." Rory said.

"I don't blame you guys." Sam shook his head, looking between his siblings as Rory had moved up towards the front seat.

"Well, you shouldn't blame yourself." Dean shook his head. "'Cause there's nothing you could've done."

"I could've warned her."

"About what? You didn't know it was gonna happen! And besides, it isn't a secret, I mean, me and Rory know all about it, it's not gonna work with Mary anyway." Dean stated.

"No, you don't." Sam shook his head.

"We don't what?" Rory asked.

"You don't know all about it. I haven't told you guys everything."

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.

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

Dean pulled back and raised his eyebrows at Sam. Rory furrowed her brows at Sam.

"No." She shook her head.

"Yeah, what she said. I don't like it." Dean told him. "It's not gonna happen. Forget it."

"Dean, that girl back there is gonna die unless we do something about it. And who knows how many more people are gonna die after that? Now, we're going this."

Dean looked over at Sam.

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

Rory looked between her brothers, knowing Dean was reluctantly agreeing because even at the end of the day, Sam was right.

That at didn't mean Rory had to agree with it though.

"It's a no for me. I still don't like it." She said, plopping back down in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.

Dean lightly sighed.

~~~

Rory stood behind Dean as Sam picked the lock to the store.

Once it was unlocked, Sam pushed the door open and the Winchesters headed inside.

As soon as they walked inside, all Rory could hear was a bunch of clocks ticking over top of each other.

She immediately winced at the noise.

Dean looked back at her as she was looking all around the room, hearing ticking from all directions.

Rory grasped onto Deans hand tightly, wanting to get out of that store as soon as possible.

They stopped walking, noticing there was at least over a hundred mirrors in the store.

"Well, that's just great." Dean said sarcastically.

Rory stepped closer to Dean, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out the picture of Mary's mirror.

She held it out in front of Sam's flashlight so they all could see it.

"Alright, let's start looking." Dean said.

The three siblings went their separate ways in the store, looking for the mirror. Rory held onto the picture to at least try and keep herself focused on what she was looking for.

After a few moments of looking, Dean spoke up.

"Maybe they already sold it." He stated.

"Not quite yet." Rory said as she stepped in front of the mirror.

Sam and Dean then came up beside her, looking at the mirror.

Rory held out the picture in front of the mirror, seeing it was an exact match.

"That's it." Dean stated. "You sure about this?" He asked Sam who just handed him the flashlight.

Sam stepped in front of the mirror, and Rory and Dean stepped back a little.

"Bloody Mary." Sam started. "Bloody Mary."

He looked over at Dean and Rowan, then back to the mirror, and held up his crowbar, grasping it tightly.

"Bloody Mary." He finally said.

Rory swallowed thickly out of nervousness.

Dean looked back as they saw lights shining into the store as if a car was pulling into the parking lot.

"I'm gonna check that out, stay here, be careful." Dean told Sam and Rory. "Smash anything that moves." He told them.

Rory looked up at Sam, worry in her eyes.

Dean walked around towards the front of the store, crouching down by a big dresser as he saw it was the cops.

"Crap." He said.

Dean glanced back to where his siblings were, then he got up, walking towards the door, and going outside.

"Hold it!" One of the officers said to Dean, pointing their guns at him.

"Hold on, guys. It's false alarm. I tripped the system." Dean told them.

"Who are you?" The officer asked.

"I'm the bosses kid." Dean nodded his head as he spoke.

The officers looked at each other.

"You're Mr. Yamashiro's kid?"

Dean raised his brows and tilted his head towards them, realizing he may have screwed up.

Rory looked around as Sam stated at the mirror, she then gasped as she saw Mary standing in the mirror beside Sam.

"Sam, there!" She said, pointing to the mirror.

Sam turned, and smashed the mirror making Rory wince. When he turned back, Mary was standing in the mirror on the other side of him. He smashed that one as well, then turned back to the main mirror.

"Come on. Come into this one." He said.

As he stated at the mirror, he realized his reflection not matching his face or his movements. He tilted his head a little.

Sam's reflection looked up at him as it's eyes started to bleed, Rory stepped back.

She was nervous and scared.

Sam groaned as his eyes started to bleed. He dropped his crowbar making Rory slightly jump.

"It's your fault. You killed her. You killed Jessica." The reflection spoke.

"Like I said, I was adopted." Dean said to the officers.

"Yeah." One of the officer said, unconvinced.

"You know, I just— I really don't have time for this." Dean said, and gave a small smile.

He then turned, and punched one of the officers in the face, then turned and punched the other one, knocking them both out.

Rory breathed heavily, fighting with herself on what she should do.

"You never told her the truth. Who you really were." The reflection said as Sam slowly fell to the ground. "But it's more than that, isn't it? Those nightmares you've been having of Jessica dying."

Rory looked at Sam, her brows furrowing just a little.

"Screaming. Burning. You had them for days before she died, didn't you?! You were so desperate to be normal, to believe they were just dreams. How could you ignore them like that? How could you leave her alone to die? You dreamt it would happen!?"

Rory finally got the courage to grab the crowbar, and smash the mirror.

It shattered into a million pieces just as Dean came running up to them.

Sam breathed heavily, finally feeling relief from the pain in his eyes.

"Sam?" Dean got down to him, cupping his face into his hands. "Sammy?"  He asked.

"It's Sam." Sam spoke up.

"God, you okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam groaned.

Rory stared at Sam, and he noticed. He looked at her with begging eyes, begging her not to say anything.

So she didn't, and she wouldn't.

"Come on. Help me." Dean told Rory as he helped Sam off the floor.

Rory dropped the crowbar, and rushed around to the other side of Sam, helping Dean help Sam walk.

As they were walking they slowed down as they heard glass crunching behind them.

The three turned around and saw Mary crawling out of the mirror, standing up and walking towards them.

She looked up at them, and all of their eyes began to hurt, before they started bleeding.

Sam, Dean, and Rory all fell to the ground, groaning in pain as Mary got closer and closer.

Dean then grabbed a mirror from beside him, and showed it to Mary, letting her see herself.

She stopped, looking up at her own reflection.

"You killed them. All those people. You killed them."

Mary started to then melt, until she disappeared into nothing.

Dean then threw the mirror, shattering it on the floor.

Instant relief washed over Rory, and she let out a small groan, laying her head against the floor.

"Hey, guys?" Dean asked.

"Yeah?" Both Sam and Rory breathed out.

"That's got to be, like, what, 600 years of bad luck?" Dean asked.

"That's not funny." Rory said, only smirking a little.

"It was a little funny." Dean stated, helping her sit up.

"Okay. A little funny." Rory nodded, laying her head against his shoulder.

"You guys okay?" Dean asked his little brother and sister.

"Peachy." Rory said as Sam nodded.

"Good." Dean laid his head on top of Rory's.

~~~

The impala rolled to a stop in front of Charlie's house, Dean parked the car and cut the engine before turning around to face Charlie who sat in the backseat beside Rory.

"So this is really over?" She asked.

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

"Thank you." Charlie said.

Rory sent her a smile.

Charlie turned, and got out of the car, closing the door back behind her. She started to walk up the driveway, but Sam stopped her.

"Charlie." He said, the girl turned back to face them. "Your boyfriends 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." Sam told her.

Charlie sent him a small smile, then turned and walked up to her house.

Dean hit Sam's shoulder, making him look at him.

"That's good advice." Dean told him.

Sam gave him a look.

"Don't worry, he's free every Saturday." Rory spoke up making both brothers chuckle a little. "But seriously," she started, leaning up in between her brothers over the seat. "It is good advice. You should take it." She looked over at Sam.

Sam smiled at her.

"Alright, that's enough. Get back in your seat, dork." Dean pushed her back into her seat.

Rory giggled as Dean turned the car back on, pulling away from the house.

As they were driving down the road, Dean spoke up again.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Now that all of this over, I want you to tell us what that secret was." Dean said.

Rory's eyes shifted to Sam, but she didn't say a thing.

"Look. You're my siblings, and I'd die for both of you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself." Sam said.

Dean looked over at him.

"Right." Rory nodded.

Sam turned and looked out his window.

Rory's eyes shifted to him.

She couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Thank you so much for reading!