In the Shoemaker house, Jenny looked around at all of the mirrors in the house. "Who needs this many damn mirrors?" She asked quietly, standing in front of one of them. "Mirror mirror show me the money." She joked as Dean slowly looked at her with a frown.

The smile on her face dropped, continuing to walk. "The Bloody Mary legend...Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?"

"Not that I know of."

"Queen Mary I. The first queen regnant of England." Jenny started as the two boys turned to her. "What?"

"How much reading do you do?" Sam frowned as Jenny cleared her throat with a cheeky grin, outstretching her hand.

"Hi. Miss Know-It-All, I like to know everything about everything." When Sam didn't shake her hand, she dropped it. "Alright, there's probably hundreds of versions of Mary. The one I'm most familiar with started in the 1500's. The only reason I actually know as much as I do about Bloody Mary is because the person it's about was born in February 18th. Right after my birthday... but like five hundred years before. Anyways, Mary became an illegitimate heir after Queen Elizabeth feared she'd take over. But she eventually became queen in 1557, and around that time Bloody Mary started to become a story." Dean, Jenny and Sam walked into the bathroom as the woman continued.

"Mary supposedly got pregnant. A few months past, she was clearly showing signs but then... She never gave birth." Dean paused, turning to Jenny.

"Miscarriage?"

"Phantom pregnancy." She corrected, walking over to the mirror. "She showed all signs, but there was nothing. No fetus, no baby. Nothing."

"At the time of Mary's pregnancy, the people of England were divided between Protestants and Catholics. Mary, determined to unite her people under "the true religion" of the land, signed an act before Christmas in 1554 that resulted in the Marian Persecutions. 240 men and 60 women were sentenced as Protestants and burned at the stake, earning her the name—"

"Bloody Mary." Sam and Dean finished as Jenny snapped her fingers at them, and nodded

"You know your stuff." Dean chuckled as Jenny nodded, noticing blood on the mirror.

"I like to know what I might come into contact with." She mumbled, shrugging. "But she never became a vengeful spirit. Bloody Mary is just a folktale."

"Yeah, well, maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening." Dean suggested as Sam opened the medicine cabinet.

"The place where the legend began?" Sam wondered as Jenny shook her head.

"It started in England. Stories wander."

"But according to the legend, the person who says B—" Sam paused when realized he was now standing in front of the mirror, closing it. "The person who says you know what gets it. But here—"

"Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah." Dean interrupted Sam's sentence, waving his finger.

"Right." Jenny and Sam said in unison quietly. The woman turned on her heel.

"Never heard anything like that before. Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror, and the daughter's right. The way the legend goes, you know who scratches your eyes out."

"Cats?" Jenny asked Dean with a questionable look, scrunching her nose up and raised a brow. Dean shot her a glare, going to walk out of the bathroom before pausing.

The girl from before was standing in front of the doorway. "Who are you people?" Jenny looked back at Sam and Dean, who chuckled nervously.

"Like we said downstairs... We worked with Donna's dad." Dean smiled as the girl glared at them.

"He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself." Dean's eyes widened as he nodded.

"No, I know, I meant—"

"And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that? So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming." Now, Jenny and Sam's eyes widened in surprise, the woman raising her hands up.

"All right, all right. We think something happened to Donna's dad." Sam explained quickly, and tempe girl scoffed.

"Yeah, a stroke." Jenny snorted at the girls words, and she glared at her. "What?"

"You think a stroke can do damage like liquifying your pretty little eyes?" Jenny waved her finger between the girls eyes, and she continued to glare at her.

"Who are you guys? Cops?" Jenny shrugged, her lips turned down.

"Yeah. Let's go with that."

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The group was walking into a local library, Jenny and Dean talking to one another about what she knew on Bloody Mary.

"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." Dean suggested as Jenny turned to look back at Sam.

"Yeah but a legend this widespread it's hard. I mean, there's like 50 versions of who she actually is. One story says she's a witch, another says she's a mutilated bride, the queen... there's a lot more."
Sam, Jenny and Dean walked into the actual library, frowning at how dark it was during the day.

"So, what are we actually looking for?" Jenny asked as she looked around the library suspiciously.

"Every version's got a few things in common. It's always a woman named Mary, and she always dies right in front of a mirror. All except for Jenny's story." Sam gestured to Jenny, who nodded. "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."

"That sounds annoying." Dean complained as Sam shook his head, walking over to the computers.

"No it won't be so bad, as long as we..." Sam trailed off as they realized that all of the computers were out of order. Sam chuckled. "I take it back. This will be very annoying."

"Annoying? How slow do you guys read..." Jenny mumbled, walking down the aisles as Sam and Dean watched her leave, glaring at her.

Jenny's eyes trailed over the older books, all looking like they could crumble if you bragged them the wrong way. Or any way at all.

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Jenny was sitting at the table in the motel room with Sam and Dean. Sam was asleep on the bed opposite of his brother, Jenny was reading from an older book.

Sam suddenly jerked, looking around, confused. "Why'd you let me fall asleep."

"Because you need it."
"Because I'm an awesome brother." Jenny and Dean replied, though Jenny didn't look up from her book and Dean had turned to his brother.

"So. What'd you dream about?" Dean asked, leaning back on the bed.

"Lollipops and candy canes." Sam said sarcastically, sitting up. "Did you find anything?"

"Oh besides a whole new level of frustration? No. I've looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror." Dean answered as Jenny chuckled.

"And a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave." She snickered as Sam frowned at her, and she wiped the smile of her face. Jenny cleared her throat. "But uh, no Mary."

"I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area, you know...eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing. Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary." Dean continued as Sam fell back onto his pillow, groaning in annoyance.

Sam's phone suddenly rang, and he answered it cautiously. "Hello?" There was a very faint voice, but Jenny had been too far away to hear. But from the look on Sam's face, it wasn't a catch-up call.

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Jenny stayed behind as Sam and Dean went to talk to Charlie, the girl that had interacted with them the day before. Jill was dead now, though she wouldn't find out until Sam or Dean called her.

And just then, as her head hit the pillow, her phone rang. "Just five minutes..." She pouted, answering her phone. "Jennifer's not here."

"It's Dean." He said in a partially annoyed tone, and Jenny sat up slowly.

"So are you going to introduce yourself or are you going to tell me what happened to Jill?" She asked as a beep echoed from the phone.

"Jill died the same way as Steven. Though she was the one to say... you-know-who's name." Sam spoke, clearly on speaker as Jenny snickered.

"You-know-who... ah, Voldemort." She says up, knowing Dean and Sam were probably rolling their eyes at her. "So. Where are you guys off to?"

"We're on our way to get you, then we're heading to Jill's house. Pack our duffel bags with whatever we got." Dean asked as Jenny hummed in response.

"Aye-Aye, Cap'n." The woman hung up, rolling off the bed.

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Sam, Jenny and Dean waited outside of a window at Jill's home, hearing it unlock and then slide up. Charlie moved the curtains out of the way, taking the duffel bags from the trio.

Jenny hopped in first, rolling to her feet. She was then followed by Dean and Sam, who weren't as graceful as she was.

"How do you do that?" Dean frowned as she wiggled her hips.

"I was on the gymnastics team. And I did karate for a few years in middle school." Jenny went to make the Karate Kid pose, pausing when she realized she'd probably look dumber than she'd feel.

"Uh-huh." Dean quirked a brow before grabbing his duffel bag and tossed it on the bed. Sam started digging through it as Jenny walked over to the door, switching the lights off. Dean closed the curtains.

"So. What did you tell the girl's mom?" Jenny asked as Charlie gave her a hateful look.

"Her name was Jill... Just that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things." Charlie looked down at her feet shamefully. "I hate lying to her."

"Sometimes lying is the only answer. You gotta do it to protect the people you love." Jenny paused, looking over at Sam and Dean.

"So... what are you guys looking for?" Charlie asked as Jenny walked over to Sam, grabbing what she could.

"We'll let you know as soon as we find it." Dean answered as Jenny pulled out a digital camera.

"Hey! We got night vision." Jenny said whilst turning it on and aiming it at Dean, who grinned.

"Do I look like Paris Hilton?" He joked as she hummed in thought.

"More like Tori Spelling." She joked, turning away as Dean's smile dropped. Jenny walked over to Jill's closet, opening it quickly.

"So I don't get it. I mean...the first victim didn't summon Mary, and the second victim did. How's she choosing them?" Sam wondered as Jenny shrugged.

"Beats me." Dean answered, looking at the mirror with Jenny. "I want to know why Jill said it in the first place."

"She said it as a joke." Charlie said as Jenny turned the camera back to Dean, raising a brow.

"Now that's a Paris Hilton angle." She chuckled as he stared at the camera in disappointment, laughing sarcastically. "Oh, don't pout. It causes wrinkles."

Jenny walked away with a slight skip to the bathroom. She suddenly pauses, noticing a liquid trickling from behind the mirror. "Hey do we have a black light?" She called out as Sam and Dean looked at one another.

"Uh, yeah I think so." Sam answered, claiming out of the window. Jenny set the camera down, picking the mirror up from the wall and walking out with it. She dropped it onto the bed as Sam returned, carrying a black light.

Sam waved the light over the back of the mirror, pausing when a name appeared.

"You know a Gary Bryman?" Jenny asked Charlie, who shook her head.

"No."

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Dean, Charlie and Jenny were sitting on a bench, waiting for Sam to come back from trying to find out who Gary was.

Sam approached them from behind, Jenny turning around when she heard his footsteps. "What did you find?" She asked, grabbing the other twos attention.

"So, Gary Bryman was an 8-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." Charlie's eyes widened in horror, and shook her head.

"Oh my god." She whispered, Jenny looking at her.

"What?" The three asked in sync, Charlie looked at them.

"Jill drove that car."

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Dean and Jenny were currently in the bathroom of Donna's house, Dean holding the mirror as Jenny ran the black light over the back.

"Linda Shoemaker is on here." She spoke up, pointing to the name with her free hand. They put the mirror back, walking downstairs.

"Linda Shoemaker." Jenny called out from down the hall, walking into the living room. "That your mom?" She turned to Donna, who looked up at her.

"Yeah. Linda's my mom okay? She overdosed on sleeping pills, it was an accident, and that's it. I think you should leave." Donna stood up as Sam did, looking over at Jenny and Dean.

"Now Donna, listen—"

"Get out of my house!" She yelled, running upstairs.

"Oh my God. Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?" Charlie asked as Jenny shrugged.

"Two victims turned out to be the cause of someone's death... Sounds like our kind of thing." She said as Sam shook his head slowly.

"I should stick around." Charlie suggested as Dean inhaled sharply.

"All right. Whatever you do, don't—"

"Believe me. I won't say it." She promised, zipping her mouth as Jenny looked at herself i. the mirror.

There was the small urge that told her to say it, but she knew what would happen if she did.