"Sam, wake up." I said to Sam, shaking his shoulder, after he fidgets in the passenger seat. I was in the backseat of the Impala since, some miles back, I found one of my dad's safe houses and dropped the bike there and started bumming rides off of Dean and Sam.

Sam wakes up, confused, then sits up, looks around and sees we were in front of a large building. "I take it I was having a nightmare." He said and I nodded. "Yeah, another one." I said, with worry. "Hey, at least I got some sleep." Sam said, in a sarcastic manner, which makes Dean, who was in the driver's seat, sigh. "You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this." Dean said.

"Are we here?" Sam said, ignoring Dean. "Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio." I said as Sam picks up a newspaper with a man named Steven Shoemaker's obituary circled. "So what do you guys think really happened to this guy?" Sam asked us. "That's what we're gonna find out." Dean said then he starts to get of the car. "Let's go." He said and the three of us get out of the car and head up to the building.

We head into room 144, which is marked the Morgue. Inside, there was two desks, the empty one has a nameplate that says Dr. D. Feiklowicz. The other one has the Morgue Technician. "Hey." The tech said to us. "Hey." Dean said to him.

"Can I help you?" The Technician asked us. "Yeah. We're the med students." I said, quickly. "Sorry?" The Technician asked, confused. "Oh, Doctor Feiklowicz didn't tell you? 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." I said to the Technician. "Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch." The Technician said.

"Oh well he said, uh—oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?" Dean asked him. "Sorry, I can't." said the Technician. "Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want."

"An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then." I said as I look over at the boys. "Yeah." Sam said as Dean nods but the Technician doesn't move or say anything. "Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out—" Dean started to say but the Technician shakes his head. "Uh, look, man...no." he said.

Dean laughs a little then turns around to us. "I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear." He mumbles to us and I slapped his shoulder and Sam hits Dean on the arm. Sam steps in front of js and opens his wallet and pulls out some twenties. He lays a few of them, at least five, down on the Technician's desk. The guy picks up the money. "Follow me." He said and he gets up and leaves.

Dean grabs Sam when we tried to follow. "Dude, I earned that money." Dean grumbles at him and I rolled my eyes. "You won it in a poker game." I said to him and he looks at me. "Yeah." He said, like it was obvious. I shake my head roll my eyes at him then we follow the Technician.

"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." Sam said as the Technician pulls back the sheet over Steven's face. "More than that. They practically liquefied." The Tech said. "Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?" Dean asked. "Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone." The Tech said.

"What's the official cause of death." I said, curiously. "Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure." He said. "What do you mean?" Sam asked. "Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen." The Technician said and we looked at him, confused and baffled.

"The eyes were mashed? Ahat would cause something like that?" I asked him. "Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims." The tech replied. "Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked him. "That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor." The tech said, shrugging.

"Hey, think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh...our paper." I said. "I'm not really supposed to show you that." The tech said and Sam, annoyed, pulls out his wallet.

Later, we walked down stairs and out of the hospital. "Might not be one of ours. Might just be some freak medical thing." Sam said. "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?" Dean asked. "Uh, almost never." Sam said. "Exactly." Dean said and I shake my head. "All right, let's go talk to the daughter." I said to the boys and we head to the Impala.

Later, we walk into the funeral home, where there was a picture of Steven Shoemaker on the desk. The attendees were all men in black suits and women in black dresses, except for me and the boys. "Feel like we're underdressed." Dean grumbles and we keep walking through the house towards the back.

"You must be Donna, right?" Dean said as we come up to this girl who was with a couple of girls. "Yeah." Donna said. "Hi, uh—we're really sorry." Sam said to her. "Thank you." She said, appreciatevly. "I'm Sam, this is Dean and (y/n). We worked with your dad." Sam said and Donna looks over at the girl standing next to her then back to us.

"You did?" She asked us. "Yeah. This whole thing. I mean, a stroke." Sam said. "I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now." Her friend growls at us. "It's okay. I'm okay." She said to her. "Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" I asked her. "No." She said and then a girl, she looked preteen, turns around.

"That's because it wasn't a stroke." The girl said. "Lily, don't say that." Donna said to her. "What?" Sam and I asked her. "I'm sorry, she's just upset." Donna assured us but Lily wasn't having it. "No, it happened because of me." She said. "Sweetie, it didn't." Donna said and I give a concern look to the girl.

"Lily." I said, calmly, as I get down on eye level with Lily. "Why would you say something like that?" I asked her. "Right before he died, I said it." She replied. "You said what?" I asked. "Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror. She took his eyes, that's what she does." She replied and my heart sunk as I heard this.

"That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault." Donna said to her little sister. "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?" Dean asked. "No, I don't think so." She replied, shaking her head.

We head up the stairs and towards the bathroom, Sam pushes the door open and we could see that there was still dried blood on the floor. "The Bloody Mary legend...Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?" Sam asked Dean. "Not that I know of." Dean said as be walks into the bathroom. Sam then turns to me. "What about your dad?" He asked me. "I don't think so. I remember he heard about the legend and he wanted to investigate it but...that was around the time he found out about his cancer." I replied then Sam stoops to the floor and touches the dried blood.

"I mean, everywhere else all over the country, kids will play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it." Sam said. "Yeah, well, maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening." Dean said. "The place where the legend began?" I asked and Dean shrugs and opens the medicine cabinet.

"But according to the legend, the person who says B—" Sam started to say but stops and looks at the medicine cabinet mirror, which now faces him, then he closes it. "The person who says you know what gets it. But here—"

"Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah." Dean and I said, in unison. "Right." Sam said. "Never heard anything like that before." Dean said and I shake my head. "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." I said. "It's worth checking in to." Sam said.

We leave the bathroom when Donna's friend comes up to us. "What are you doing up here?" She asked us. "We—we, had to go to the bathroom." Dean said as the girl looks between us. "Who are you?" She asked, angrily. "Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad." I said to her. "He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself." She said.

"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." the girl said, interrupting me. "All right, all right. We think something happened to Donna's dad." Sam said. "Yeah, a stroke." The girl said. "That's not a sign of a typical stroke. We think it might be something else." Sam said to her.

"Like what?" She asked, confused. "Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth." I said to her. "So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead." Dean said and the girl looks between us.

"Who are you, cops?" She asked and Sam looks over his shoulder at me and Dean. "Something like that." Dean said. "I'll tell you what. Here." Sam said and he reaches into his pocket, pulls out a paper and pen, and starts writing down his cell number. "If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary...just give us a call." He said and he hands her the paper as we walk down the hallway.

"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 said as we walk towards the library that night. "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, there's a lot more." Sam said as we walk inside.

"All right so what are we supposed to be looking for?" I asked them. "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. 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." Sam replies. "Well that sounds annoying." Dean grumbles. "No, it won't be so bad, as long as we..." he started to say but we look at the computers which all say Out of Order on them. 

"I take it back. This will be very annoying." Sam chuckles, annoyed, and I shake my head. "Well, what are we waiting for boys. Let's get to work." I said then I patted Dean's shoulder. "Don't let that pretty head of yours self-destruct." I teased him and he looks over at me. "Hey!" He exclaims and I hear Sam chuckling and we start looking around the bookshelves and grab any book we could.