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Previously on Worlds Colliding (Supernatural):

November 2, 1988

Clips from 1.01 "Pilot"

The Winchester House.

What happened that night

Young Sam walked into Baby Catty's nursery to see a man's silhouette standing over Baby Catty's crib. "Daddy?"

Mary ran toward the nursery, stopping short.

John gave Baby Catty to Young Sam. "Take your sister outside as fast as you can! Now, Sammy, go!"

Young Sam and Young Dean ran out of the house with Baby Catty.

John looked at the ceiling.

What they witnessed

John watched the nursery burn, Mary with it. "Mary! No!"

Sent two brothers

On Sylvania Bridge, Sam and Dean turned to face the onlookers.

And their sister

In Sam's Apartment, Catty spoke to Sam and Jessica. "Dad's on a hunting trip."

Outside Constance's House, Catty stood outside the Impala with a shotgun, firing at Constance Welch.

In Sam's Apartment's bedroom, Sam pulled out a hook-shaped knife.

In Sam's Apartment, Catty spoke to Sam and Jessica. "And he hasn't been home in a few days."

On a quest for answers 17 years later

In the stairwell outside Sam's Apartment, Sam spoke to Catty and Dean. "I swore I was done hunting."

In the Impala, Constance gripped Sam's heart.

"We can't do this alone," Catty told him.

In Sam's Apartment's bedroom, Sam closed his eyes, lying down, sighing.

Blood dripped onto his forehead. One drop. Two.

Sam flinched, opening his eyes, taking in what he saw, gasping in horror.

Jessica was pinned to the ceiling, staring down at him, bleeding from the belly.

Sam sat up, but looked like he couldn't move. "No!"

Outside Sam's Apartment, Sam and Catty stood at the trunk of the Impala, looking at the arsenal.

Sam was set in desperate anger, loading a shotgun.

Dean joined them on the other side of Catty.

Sam tossed the shotgun into the arsenal. "We've got work to do."

In the Jericho County Sheriff's Office, Sheriff tossed down John's journal.

From 1.02 "Wendigo", in the woods Dean knelt in front of Sam and Catty, holding John's Journal. "This is Dad's single most valuable possession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. I think he wants us to pick up where we left off."

From 1.01 "Pilot", in Sam's Apartment's parking lot, the Winchesters looked into the arsenal in the trunk of the Impala.

From 1.01 "Pilot", outside of John's motel room, Sam and Dean were covered in sewer water, playing look out. Catty's arms reached out to grab them and pull them inside.

Dean: (voice over from 1.02 Wendigo) "You know, saving people."

From 1.02 "Wendigo", in the underground mine, after the boys had found the girls and Tommy as they tried to make an escape.

Dean: (voice over from 1.02 Wendigo) "Hunting things."

From 1.02 "Wendigo", in the woods, Dean spoke to Sam and Catty. "The family business."

"No," Sam told them. "I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about."

"Okay," Catty told him. "Because whatever it was that killed Jessica..."

From 1.01 "Pilot", in the Winchester House's Baby Catty's nursery, Mary burned on the ceiling.

Catty: (voice over from 1.02 Wendigo) "It killed Mom. Sam, we'll find them."

From 1.02 "Wendigo", outside the Sheriff's Station, Sam, Catty and Dean were leaning against the Impala.

"Guys, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?" Dean asked.

Sam sighed, nodding. "Yeah, I know."

Catty nodded. "Ditto."

§

Toledo, Ohio

Day One

Night - Shoemaker House - Living Room

Three girls were laughing, gathered around a table with candles. The candlelight was the only light in the room.

Girl 1 looked at Girl 2. "Okay, your turn. Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Girl 2 answered.

"Do you want to make out with Benji Swartz?" Girl 1 asked.

Girl 3 laughed.

"Dare," Girl 2 told them.

"Okay, lame," Girl 1 told her. "You have to... say 'Bloody Mary' in the bathroom."

"Is that the best you can come up with?" Girl 2 asked.

"Who's Bloody Mary?" Girl 3 asked.

"She's this Witch," Girl 1 told her.

"I heard she was a lady killed in a car crash," Girl 2 told them.

"It doesn't matter who she is," Girl 1 told them. "Point is, if you say her name three times in the bathroom mirror, she appears... and scratches your eyes out!"

Girl 2 and 3 both jumped.

"So, why would anyone say it?" Girl 3 asked.

Girl 2 shrugged. "Because it isn't real."

Girl 2 stood.

Girl 1 handed Girl 2 a candle. "No turning on the lights. And remember... three times."

§

Bathroom

Girl 2 opened the door, walking in. She looked at the shadows on the wall, closing the door, putting the candle down in front of the mirror. "Bloody Mary. This is so stupid. Bloody Mary." The candle flickered. Girl 2 looked at the candle, hesitating. "Bloody Mary."

There was a long moment of silence.

There was a loud pounding on the door.

Girl 2 screamed.

§

Hallway

Girl 2 opened the door to find Girls 1 and 3.

Girls 1 and 3 were laughing.

"Scared you," Girl 1 told her.

"You guys are jerks," Girl 2 told them.

A man walked into the hallway, looking at Girl 2. "Lily." Lily looked at the man. "Do you mind keeping it down?"

"Sorry, Daddy," Lily told him.

"Sorry, Mr. Shoemaker," Girls 1 and 3 told him.

Mr. Shoemaker walked upstairs.

§

Upstairs - Hallway

Mr. Shoemaker walked down the hall.

Every one of them had a reflection of Bloody Mary.

§

Upstairs Bathroom

Mr. Shoemaker took some pills out of the bathroom medicine cabinet, closing the cabinet, revealing another mirror. He popped the pills in his mouth. He looked closer at the mirror, noticing some scratches under his eye.

§

Living Room

Lily and the two girls were giggling together.

Girl 3 looked at Lily. "You so like him?"

An older girl walked into the house, looking at Lily. "Hey, geek. You guys having fun?"

"You're out past curfew," Lily told her.

The older girl walked upstairs. "Thanks, Dad."

§

Upstairs Hallway

A pool of blood was coming out from under the bathroom door.

The older girl walked around the corner, stopping when she saw it. She started to walk closer slowly, cautiously. She hesitantly pushed open the bathroom door, revealing a great deal of more blood. She screamed.

§ Worlds Colliding (Supernatural) §

Flashback - 1.01 "Pilot"

Night - Sam's Apartment

Sam closed his eyes, lying down, sighing.

Blood dripped onto his forehead. One drop. Two.

Sam flinched, opening his eyes, taking in what he saw, gasping in horror.

Jessica was pinned to the ceiling, staring down at him, bleeding from the belly. "Why, Sam? Why, Sam?"

Sam sat up, but looked like he couldn't move. "No!"

Jessica burst into flames. "Why, Sam? Why, Sam?"

Catty: (voice over) "Sam, wake up. Sammy!"

§

Reality

Day Two

Day - Hospital - Parking Lot - The Impala

Dean was driving.

Catty was in the passenger seat.

Sam was in the backseat, asleep.

Catty shook Sam until he woke.

Sam looked around until he realized where he was. "I take it I was having a nightmare."

"Yeah, another one," Catty answered.

"Catty, at least I got some sleep," Sam told her.

"Hey, you know, sooner or later, we're gonna talk about this," Catty told him.

"Are we there?" Sam asked.

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

Catty picked up the newspaper with Steven Shoemaker's obituary circled.

SHOEMAKER, Steven

The Shoemaker family is sad to announce the sudden death of their beloved husband and father Steven Shoemaker. Steven was 46. A short service will be held on Wednesday.

"So, what do you guys think really happened to this guy?" Sam asked.

"That's what we're gonna find out," Catty told him, placing the paper aside. "Let's go."

They got out of the car, walking toward the hospital.

§

Inside - Morgue

Sam, Dean and Catty walked inside, seeing an empty desk on the way toward a man sitting next to the window.

"Hey," the morgue tech told them.

"Hey," Dean told him.

"Can I help you?" the morgue tech asked.

"Yeah," Catty answered. "We're the med students."

"Sorry?" the morgue tech asked.

"Oh, Doctor Fliglavitch didn't tell you?" Catty asked. "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." 

"Well, I'm sorry," the morgue tech told them. "He's at lunch." 

"Oh," Catty said. "Well, he said, uh... oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind showing us the body, do you?"

"Sorry, I can't," the morgue tech told them. "Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him, if you want."

"An hour?" Catty repeated. "Ooh. We got to be heading back to Columbus by then."

Dean nodded. "Yeah." 

Sam looked at Catty, impressed.

"Oh, look," the morgue tech told them. "No." 

Dean turned away. "I'm gonna hit him in his face, I swear." 

Sam pulled Dean off to the side.

Catty leaned forward against the morgue tech's desk, tilting her head slightly, looking him over, smiling slightly, acting coquetry. "Look, man, this paper's, like, half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out? You would be a life saver."

Catty looked down to "notice" that her fingers were touching his, pulling her hand away.

Dean looked at Sam, smirking.

Sam raised his eyebrows.

The morgue tech stood. "Follow me."

The morgue tech walked away.

Catty turned to face Sam and Dean, raising her arms in a shrug, smiling a small smile.

"Impressive, Cat," Sam told her. "Sometimes it pays to have you on the inside of these things."

"Yeah, I know," Catty told them. "You're welcome, boys."

Catty walked away.

Sam and Dean followed.

§

The morgue tech was showing Sam, Dean and Catty the body.

"Now, the newspaper said his daughter found him," Catty told him. "She said his eyes were bleeding."

"More than that," the morgue tech told them, pulling back the sheet. "They practically liquefied."

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

The morgue tech shook his head. "Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone." 

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

"Doc's not sure," the morgue tech told them. "He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm. Something burst up in there, that's for sure."

"What do you mean?" Catty asked. 

"Intense cerebral bleeding," the morgue answered answered. "This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."

"But the eyes?" Sam asked. The eyes were completely melted. "What would cause something like that?"

"Capillaries can burst," the morgue tech answered. "See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims."

"Yeah, you ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked. 

"That's a first for me," the morgue tech answered. "But, hey, I'm not the doctor." 

"Think we could take a look at that police report?" Catty asked. "You know, for our paper?"

The morgue hesitated.

Catty smiled a small, reassuring smile.

§

Stairwell

Sam, Dean and Catty walked downstairs.

"Now I feel dirty," Catty told them.

"I bet, Cat," Sam told her. "But this might not be one of ours. Might just be some freak medical thing."

"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 answered. 

"Exactly," Dean told him. 

"All right," Sam said. 

"Let's go talk to the daughter," Catty told them, leading the way out of the door. 

Sam and Dean followed.

§

Shoemaker House

Catty, Dean and Sam walked into the wake, looking around the people who were dressed in nice, black funeral clothing.

"Feel like we're under dressed," Catty told them.

They walked toward the back of the house.

§

Backyard

A man pointed Catty, Dean and Sam toward Lily and her older sister, the one that found their father dead, both of whom were sitting with two blonde girls.

Catty, Dean and Sam walked toward them.

Catty looked at the older Shoemaker sister. "You must be Donna, right?"

The older sister nodded. "Yeah."

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

"Thank you," Donna told them.

"I'm Sam," Sam told her. "This is Catty and Dean. We worked with your dad."

"You did?" Donna asked. 

"Yeah," Catty told her. "This whole thing. I mean, a stroke."

"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now," the blonde sitting next to her told them.

"It's okay, Jill," Donna told her. "I'm okay."

"Were there ever any symptoms?" Catty asked. "Dizziness, migraines?" 

Donna shook her head. "No." 

Lily turned to face them. "That's because it wasn't a stroke." 

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

"What?" Sam asked. 

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

"No, it happened because of me," Lily told them.

"Sweetie, it didn't," Donna told her. 

Catty sat next to Lily. "Lily, why would you say something like that?" 

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

"You said what?" Catty asked. 

"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror," Lily answered. Catty looked at Sam and Dean as they gave their reactions. "She took his eyes, that's what she does." 

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

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

"No, I don't think so," Lily answered. 

Catty nodded reassuringly. 

§

Inside - Hallway

There was a focus on one of the mirrors.

Sam, Dean and Catty were seen in the mirror approaching it, then rounding the corner.

§

Upstairs Bathroom

Sam pushed the door open.

The tile floor was mostly cleaned up aside from a few blood stains. 

"The Bloody Mary legend," Sam told them. "Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?" 

"Not that I know of," Catty answered. 

"I mean, everywhere else, all over the country, kids have played Bloody Mary," Sam told them. "And as far as we know, nobody dies from it." 

"Yeah, well, maybe everywhere else, it's just a story, but here it's actually happening," Dean told them.

"The place where the legend began?" Sam asked. Catty shrugged, opening the mirror medicine cabinet over the sink. "But according to the legend, the person who says..." Sam noticed the mirror aimed at him, closing it. "The person who says you know what gets it, but here..."

"Shoemaker gets it instead," Catty finished. "Yeah." 

"Right," Dean agreed. "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..." He looked at the mirror. "You know who scratches your eyes out." 

Catty shrugged. "It's worth checking into."

§

Hallway

A girl walked toward the bathroom, visible by the knees.

Sam, Dean and Catty walked out of the bathroom.

The other blonde friend of Donna's was the one walking toward them. "What are you doing up here?"

"We..." Catty trailed off, looking at Sam and Dean. "They had to go to the bathroom, and being the idiots that they are, they needed someone who doesn't know their way around the house to lead the way." 

Sam and Dean gave Catty a look. "Catty."

Catty smiled. 

"Who are you?" the girl asked. 

"Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad," Dean told her. 

"He was a day trader or something," the girl told them. "He worked by himself."

"No, I know, I meant—" Dean started.

"And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that?" the girl asked. "So you tell me what's going on or I start screaming." 

"All right, all right," Sam told her. "It's Charlie, right?" The girl nodded. "All right, Charlie. We think something happened to Donna's dad."

"Yeah, a stroke," Charlie told them.

"That's not the sign of a typical stroke," Sam told her, pointing to the blood on the tile floor. "We think it might be something else." 

"Like what?" Charlie asked. 

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

"So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead," Catty told her. 

"Who are you, cops?" Charlie asked. 

Sam, Dean and Catty exchanged a look, looking at Charlie. 

"Something like that," Dean told her. 

"I'll tell you what," Catty told her. "Here." She pulled out her number card. "If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary, just give us a call." 

Catty gave Charlie her number.

Sam, Dean and Catty walked away.

Charlie turned to watch them go.

§

Library

Sam, Catty and Dean walked into the library.

"All right, say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town," Dean told them. "There's gonna be some sort of proof, right? A local woman who died nasty." 

"Yeah, but a legend this wide spread, it's hard," Sam told them. "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."

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

"Every version's got a few things in common," Sam told them. "It's always a woman named Mary, and she always dies right in front of a mirror. So we've 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," Catty told them. 

"No, it won't be so bad, as long as we..." Sam trailed off, looking at the out of order computers on the desk. "Ha, I take it back. This will very annoying."

§

Night - Jill's House - Jill's Bedroom

Jill, one of Donna's friends from the wake, was in her bedroom, taking off her sweater, on the phone.

Charlie's voice was on the other line. "I'm not sure. They were cops or detectives or something."

"Whoever they were, those boys were cute," Jill told her.

"Jill," Charlie told her.

"You didn't think so?" Jill asked.

Charlie was on the road in her car. "Yeah, okay, the guys were cute. And the girl seemed cool. Still, do you think something happened to Donna's dad?"

"Maybe Lily was right," Jill told her. "Maybe Bloody Mary got him."

Charlie laughed sarcastically. "Very funny."

Jill laid on her bed on her side, using her elbow to prop her head up, phone still to her ear. "Wait. I'm sorry. Was that fear I hear in your voice?"

Charlie tilted her head in annoyance. "No."

Jill sat up. "Charlie." She stood. "I'm walking to the bathroom mirror right now."

Jill walked toward her bathroom.

"Jill, quit it," Charlie told her.

Jill stood in front of her bathroom mirror. "Oh, no. I can't help myself. I'm gonna say it." She looked into the mirror. "Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary."

Charlie listened to the silence on the other end of the line. "Jill?" Jill screamed. "Jill!"

Jill laughed. "You're such a freak. I'll call you tomorrow."

Jill laughed.

Charlie closed her eyes, sighing, hanging up.

Jill hung up, walking toward her closet to finish getting ready for bed.

(Song:) Sugar, We're Going Down - Fall Out Boy

Jill opened her closet door, revealing a mirror on the inside of the door.

The reflection showed Bloody Mary.

Jill walked into the bathroom to wash her face, leaning down to wash.

The reflection of Jill in the mirror stayed standing.

Jill looked up to see her reflection looking at her as if it were another person.

(Song Ends)

The reflection of Jill in the mirror start to bleed from her eyes.

Jill started to panic, reaching up to feel blood under her own eyes.

"You did it," Reflection Jill told her. "You killed that boy."

Jill's eyes continued to bleed. She seemed to be strangled to death, falling to the floor, dead.

Reflection Jill, with two blood trails underneath her eyes, as if like tears of blood, watched, seeming satisfied.

§

Sam's Dream - Sam's Apartment - Bedroom

Everything was in a blue hue.

Jessica was pinned to the ceiling, staring down at Sam, bleeding from the belly. She burst into flame. The fire disappeared.

Sam took in what he saw, gasping in horror.

"Why, Sam?" Jessica asked. "Why, Sam?"

§

Reality

Day Three

Morning - Motel Room

Sam woke up on a bed, breathing heavily.

Dean and Catty sat at the table by the window nearby, doing research.

"Why'd you let me fall asleep?" Sam asked.

"'Cause we're awesome siblings," Catty answered. "So, what did you dream about?" 

"Lollipops and candy canes," Sam told them sarcastically.

Catty rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure." 

Sam looked at Dean and Catty. "You find anything?" 

"Oh, besides a whole new level of frustration?" Dean asked. "No. We've looked at everything." 

Sam sat up.

Catty closed the book she was reading. "A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine, committed suicide in front of a mirror, and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave. But, uh... no Mary." 

Sam laid back down. "Maybe we just haven't found it yet." 

"We've also been searching for strange deaths in the area, you know," Dean told him. "Eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing. Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary." 

Catty's phone rang. She pulled it out, answering. "Hello?"

Catty listened to the voice on the other line, looking at Sam and Dean in concern.

§

Park

Charlie was sitting on a bench, crying.

Catty sat next to Charlie.

Sam and Dean stood next to them.

"And they found her on the bathroom floor," Charlie told them. "And her—her eyes... they were gone." 

"I'm sorry," Sam told her. 

"And she said it," Charlie told them. "I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?" 

"No, you're not insane," Catty answered. 

"God, that makes me feel so much worse," Charlie told them.

"Look..." Sam trailed off. "We think something's happening here, something that can't be explained."

"And we're gonna stop it, but we could use your help," Dean told her. 

Charlie barely nodded.

§

Jill's House - Jill's Room

Charlie walked into the room, locking the door behind her. She walked toward the window, opening it.

Catty climbed through the window, inside, followed by Sam and Dean. She looked at Charlie. "What did you tell Jill's mom?" 

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

"Great," Catty told her. 

Dean closed the window and the curtains. 

"I hate lying to her," Charlie told them.

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

Charlie turned the lights off, walking toward them. "What are you guys looking for?" 

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

"Hey, night vision," Sam told them. Catty turned the night vision on the camera that he was holding. "Thanks. Perfect." 

Sam aimed the camera at Catty.

Catty turned her back slightly to the camera, looking at the camera from over her shoulder. "Do I look like Paris Hilton?" 

Charlie couldn't help a smile. 

Catty shrugged.

Sam aimed the night vision camera all over the room.

Dean had the EMF, checking for ghost activity. 

Catty walked into the bathroom to check out the crime scene.

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

"Beats me," Dean told them. "I want to know why Jill said it in the first place." 

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

"Yeah, well, somebody's gonna say it again," Catty told them, looking around the bathroom. "It's just a matter of time." She found traces of blood on the bottom of the mirror above the sink. "Hey. There's a black light in the trunk, right?" 

§

Catty took the mirror off of the bathroom wall, walking into the room, setting it on the bed, kneeling on the floor.

Dean came back in through the window with the black light, tossing it to Catty. 

Catty caught it, ripping the back of the mirror off, turning the black light on.

There was a hand print there made of blood, along with the name "Gary Bryman". 

"Gary Bryman?" Charlie asked. 

Catty turned the light off, looking at Charlie. "You know who that is?" 

Charlie shook her head. "No." 

Catty looked at Sam and Dean. 

§

Park

Charlie and Catty were sitting on the bench.

Sam and Dean walked closer to them.

"So, Gary Bryman was an eight year old boy," Sam told them. "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 looked away in realization. "Oh, my God."

"What?" Dean asked. 

"Jill drove that car," Charlie answered.

Catty took this in, sighing, looking from Sam and Dean to Charlie. "We need to get back to your friend Donna's house."

§

Shoemaker House - Bathroom

Dean, Sam and Catty were in the bathroom, checking the mirror for the blood like on the back of Jill's mirror. 

And sure enough, the black light revealed another blood hand print and a name. 

Catty looked at Sam and Dean. "'Linda Shoemaker.'"

§

Kitchen

Sam, Dean and Catty stood with Donna and Charlie.

"Why are you asking me this?" Donna asked. 

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

"Yeah," Donna told them. "Linda's my mom, okay? And she overdosed on sleeping pills. It was an accident, and that's it. I think you should leave." 

"Donna, just listen—" Dean started. 

"Get out of my house!" Donna told them, walking away, out of the room, leaving.

"Oh, my God," Charlie said. "Do you really think her dad could have killed her mom?" 

Catty nodded. "Maybe." 

"I think I should stick around," Charlie told them.

"All right, well, just whatever you do, don't—" Catty started.

Charlie shook her head. "Believe me, I won't say it."

§

Motel Room

Sam, Dean and Catty were back to research.

Dean was looking at some things posted on a bulletin board.

Catty was using her laptop.

Sam looked at the screen from over her shoulder. "Wait, wait, wait. You're doing a nationwide search?" 

"Yep," Catty answered. "The NCIC, the FBI database." Dean walked closer, sitting at the table next to her. "At this point, any Mary in the country who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me." 

"But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in town," Dean told them. 

"I'm telling you, there's nothing local," Catty told them. "We've checked, so, unless you've got a better idea." 

"The way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern," Sam told them.

"I know, I was thinking the same thing," Dean told them.

"With Mr. Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run..." Sam trailed off.

"Both had secrets where people died," Catty finished. 

"Right," Sam agreed. "I mean, there's a lot of folklore about mirrors that they reveal all your lies, all your secrets, that they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why it's bad luck to break them." 

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

"Whether you're the one that summoned her or not," Sam agreed. 

"Take a look at this," Catty told them, printing out pages of what she had found. 

On the same mirror that Mary had died in front of was the same pattern of the other two mirrors. The blood hand print and the name. The only letters under the hand print were "Tre"

"Looks like the same hand print," Sam told them.

"Her name was Mary Worthington," Catty told them. "An unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana."

§

Fort Wayne, Indiana 

Detective Agency

Sam, Dean and Catty were talking to a detective.

"I was on the job for 35 years, detective for most of that," the detective told them. "Now, everybody packs it in with a few loose ends, but the Mary Worthington murder... that one still gets me."

"What exactly happened?" Sam asked. 

"You said you were reporters," the detective told them.

"We know Mary was 19, lived by herself," Catty told him. "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 29, someone broke into her apartment and murdered her, cut out her eyes with a knife." 

The detective nodded. "That's right."

"See, sir, when we ask you what happened, we want to know what you think happened," Dean told him. 

The detective nodded.

§

The detective was getting his file to show them. "Technically, I'm not supposed to have a copy of this." He opened the file to the picture of the mirror they had seen at the motel. "There. See that there, 'T-R-E'?" 

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

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

"You know who it was?" Catty asked. 

"Not for sure," the detective answered. "But there was a local man, a surgeon, Trevor Sampson. And I think he cut her up good."

"Now, why would he do something like that?" Sam asked. 

"Her diary mentioned a man she was seeing," the detective explained. "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 Sampson that killed her?" Catty asked. 

"It's hard to say," the detective told them. "But the way her eyes were cut out, it was almost professional."

Catty nodded in understanding. "But you could never prove it?" 

"No," the detective answered. "No prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous."

"Is he still alive?" Dean asked. 

"Nope," the detective answered, sitting down. "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. 

"She wasn't," the detective answered. "She was cremated."

Catty looked at the picture. "What about that mirror? It's not in some evidence lockup somewhere, is it?" 

The detective shook his head. "No. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago."

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

Dean and Catty exchanged a look, sighing. 

§

Toledo, Ohio

High School - Bathroom

Donna and Charlie walked in.

"I mean, you bring these strangers into my house, and they ask me things like that?" Donna asked.

"They were only trying to help," Charlie told her. "Please, Donna, you have to believe me."

"What?" Donna asked. "About Bloody Mary?"

They stopped in front of the mirror.

"Please," Charlie told her. "I know it sounds crazy."

"Crazy doesn't even begin to cover it," Donna told her. "I mean, it's one thing for my sister to believe this crap. She's 12. But you?"

"Think about the way your dad died, okay?" Charlie asked. "And the way Jill died."

"Okay, so..." Donna trailed off, turning to look in the mirror. "Bloody Mary."

"No!" Charlie told her.

Donna ignored her. "Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." She turned to face Charlie. "See? Nothing happened."

Charlie was scared. "Why would you do that?"

"Oh, my God," Donna told her. "There really is something wrong with you."

§

Hallway

Charlie was walking down past some windows toward a classroom.

Bloody Mary was standing in the reflection of one of the windows.

§

Physics/Science Classroom

Charlie was in class with other students.

The teacher was giving a lecture. "Elements that lose electrons become positive ions, which are smaller than other atoms of the same element." Charlie opened her compact mirror. "Therefore the ionic radius is smaller than the atomic radius." Charlie saw Bloody Mary's reflection in the compact, standing at the far corner of the room. Charlie screamed. The class looked toward her in confusion, startled. Charlie stood, looking around. Bloody Mary wasn't seen. The students stood, freaking out. "Charlie!" Charlie turned around to face a set of window, seeing Bloody Mary, screaming. "Charlie!" Charlie picked up a stool, throwing it through the windows, making them shatter. Charlie ran toward the door. The teacher caught her. "Charlie, stop it! What's wrong? Just calm down."

Charlie saw Bloody Mary in the reflection of the teacher's glasses, screaming. "Let me go!"

Charlie made the teacher let her go, running away.

"Charlie!" the teacher told her.

Charlie ran out of the room, leaving.

§

On the Road - The Impala

(Song:) Rock of Ages - Def Leppard

Dean was driving.

Catty sat in the passenger.

Sam was on the phone in the backseat. "Oh, really? Ah, that's too bad, Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror. Okay, well, maybe next time. All right, thanks." 

Sam hung up.

"So?" Catty asked. 

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

"So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" Catty asked. 

"Her Spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow," Sam told them.

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

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

"So Mary dies in front of the mirror, and it draws in her Spirit," Dean told them.

"Yeah, but how could she move through, like, a hundred different mirrors?" Catty asked. 

"I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it," Dean told them.

"Yeah, I don't know," Sam told them. "Maybe." 

Catty's phone rang. She pulled it out to answer. "Hello? Charlie?"

Sam and Dean looked at Catty in confusion.

(Song Ends)

§

Toledo, Ohio

Motel Room

Charlie was sitting on one of the beds, her arms wrapped around her knees, her head tilted down to keep her face hidden.

Sam, Dean and Catty were doing everything they could to make sure that all of the mirrors were covered with sheets and blankets or turned away to face the wall, and covering the computer with a blanket. 

Catty sat next to Charlie. "Hey. Hey, it's okay. You can open your eyes, Charlie. It's okay, all right?" Charlie barely looked up. "Now, listen. You're gonna stay right here on this bed. You're not gonna look at glass or anything else that has a reflection, okay? As long as you do that, she cannot get you." 

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

"No," Catty answered. "No. Not anytime soon."

Dean sat down next to them. "All right, Charlie, we need to know what happened." 

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

"That's not what we're talking about," Dean told her. "Something happened, didn't it, in your life, a secret... where someone got hurt?" Charlie didn't answer. "Can you tell us about it?" 

"I had this boyfriend," Charlie told them. "I loved him. But he kind of scared me, too, you know? And... one night at his house, we got in this fight. Then I broke up with him, and 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.'" Dean, Sam and Catty exchanged a knowing look. "And do 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 have."

Charlie lowered her head, starting to cry.

§

Night - On the Road - The Impala

Catty was driving.

Dean was in the passenger seat.

Sam was in the backseat.

"You know, her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault," Catty told them. 

"You both know as well as I do, spirits don't exactly see shades of gray," Sam told them. "Charlie had a secret, someone died. That's good enough for Mary." 

"I guess," Dean told them.

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

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

"Mary's hard to pin down, right?" Sam asked. "I mean, she moves around from mirror to mirror. So, who's to say that she's not gonna just 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?" Dean asked. 

"I don't," Sam answered. "I'm not for sure."

"Well, who's gonna summon her?" Dean asked. 

"I will," Sam answered. "She'll come after me." 

"All right, you know what?" Catty asked. "That's it." She pulled over at the side of the road. Sam looked at her in confusion. "This is about Jessica, isn't it?" Sam didn't answer. "You think that's your dirty little secret, that you killed her somehow?" Sam still didn't answer. "Sam, this has got to stop, man. I mean, the nightmares, 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. Or, hell, why don't you take a swing at me or Dean? I mean, Dean and I are the ones that dragged you away from her the first place."

"I don't blame you or Dean, Catty," Sam told her.

"Well, you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done," Catty told him. 

"I could've warned her, Catty," Sam told her.

"About what?" Dean asked. "You didn't know what was gonna happen. And, besides, all of this isn't a secret. I mean, we know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary, anyway."

"No, you don't," Sam told them.

"We don't what?" Dean asked. 

"You don't know all about it," Sam told them. "I haven't told you everything. And that isn't the only thing that I haven't told you everything about." 

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked. 

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

Catty looked at Sam in slight surprise.

Dean looked at Sam in slight exasperation, shaking his head. "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," Sam told him. "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. Both you and Catty do."

Dean and Catty exchanged a look, knowing he was right, not happy about it.

§

Antique Shop

It was completely dark.

Catty picked the lock to get inside.

Sam, Dean and Catty walked in, looking around for the mirror in the sea of many mirrors.

"Well, that's just great," Catty told them sarcastically, holding out the picture of the crime scene for them to see the mirror in the picture. "All right, let's start looking." 

They looked around for a few long moments, splitting up. 

"Maybe they've already sold it," Dean called. 

Catty found the mirror, holding up the picture to compare the same exact mirror. "Guess again, Dean." Sam and Dean walked closer. "This is it." Catty put the picture away, looking at Sam. "You sure about this?" 

Sam handed his flashlight to Dean, stepping up to the mirror. "Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." He looked at Catty and Dean, holding a baseball bat ready to shatter the mirror when she came. "Bloody Mary." 

§

Mary still hadn't come. 

They heard a car approach from outside, looking toward the door, seeing headlights flashing in. 

"I'll go check that out," Dean told them. "You stay here. Be careful." He walked to the glass doors, looking outside. "Oh, crap. Catty?" 

"What?" Catty asked.

"Four cops," Dean told her.

Catty sighed, looking at Sam. "Smash anything that moves." 

Dean and Catty walked outside. 

Sam heard a breath, turning to look at a different mirror.

Bloody Mary was in a different mirror.

§

Outside

Dean and Catty were facing the two police cars on either side of them.

Two officers stood on either side of the cars, walking closer.

"Hold it," Officer 1 told them.

"Whoa, guys, false alarm," Catty told them. "We tripped the system."

"Who are you?" Officer 1 asked. 

"I'm the boss' daughter, Catty," Catty told them. "This is my brother, Dean." 

"You're Mr. Yamashiro's kids?" Officer 2 asked. 

Catty's expression looked as if she was thinking, Whoops.

Dean's expression looked as if he was thinking, Damn it.

§

Inside

Bloody Mary was in a different mirror now.

Sam saw her out of the corner of his eye, smashing the mirror with the crowbar.

Bloody Mary was in a different mirror now.

Sam saw her, shattering the mirror with the crowbar. He turned back to her mirror. "Come on. Come into this one."

Sam looked weirdly at his reflection.

The reflection of Sam had taken a mind of its own like Jill's had.

Sam started to have trouble breathing. Blood started to seep out of his eyes like tears of blood. Sam dropped the crowbar, grabbing his chest, trying to breathe.

"It's your fault," Reflection Sam told him. "You killed her. You killed Jessica."

§

Outside

The four officers stood on all sides of Dean and Catty threateningly.

"Like my sister said, we were adopted," Dean told them.

"Yeah," Officer 3 told them sarcastically.

"You know, we just don't have time for this right now," Dean told them.

"We can make time for it at the station," Officer 4 told them.

Dean turned toward Officer 4, punching him in the face, the backhand punching him in the face with his other arm, making him fall unconscious.

Catty turned to Officer 1. Officer 1 raised his gun. Catty caught his wrist, twisting it to make the gun point away from them, punching him in the face twice, making him fall unconscious.

Dean turned to Officer 3, punching him in the face, then elbowing him in the face with the other arm, making him fall unconscious.

Catty turned to Officer 2. Officer 2 grabbed his baton. Catty twisted the baton out of his grip, using it to hit him in the face, making him fall unconscious.

§

Inside

Sam was still bleeding from the eyes, still having trouble breathing.

Reflection Sam was bleeding from the eyes. "You never told her the truth. Who you really were." Sam slowly sank his knees. "But it's more than that, isn't it? Those nightmares you've been having of Jessica dying, screaming, burning. You had them for days before she died. Didn't you? You were so desperate to ignore them, to believe they were just dreams. How could you ignore them like that? How could you leave her alone die? You dreamt it would happen!"

Sam gasped for breath.

Catty arrived with the crowbar, using it to shatter the mirror.

Sam breathed heavily in relief, finally able to breath, no longer bleeding.

Catty dropped the crow bar, kneeling in front of him. "Sammy. Sammy!"

"It's Sam," Sam told her.

"God, are you okay?" Catty asked.

"Uh, yeah," Sam answered. "Where's Dean?"

"Handcuffing the cops to their car before they wake up and try to stop us," Catty answered. "Come on. Come on."

Catty helped Sam stand, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, leading him toward the door. 

Bloody Mary crawled out of the frame of her broken mirror, onto the glass-covered floor, making the glass crunch audibly.

Catty and Sam stopped, turning to face Bloody Mary.

Bloody Mary stood, walking toward them.

Catty and Sam's eyes started to bleed like tears of blood. They had trouble breathing, lowering to their knees. For a few moments, they bled and gasped for breath, unable to breathe.

Bloody Mary watched as she tried to kill them.

Dean arrived behind Catty and Sam, looking at Bloody Mary. "Hey, bitch face."

Dean held up a mirror in his hands to show Bloody Mary her own reflection.

Bloody Mary's eyes started to bleed like tears of blood.

"You killed them," Reflection Bloody Mary told her. "All those people. You killed them." 

Bloody Mary started to melt before shattering into glass.

Catty and Sam could breathe again. Their eyes stopped bleeding. They breathed heavily in relief, trying to catch their breathe.

Dean tossed the mirror to the floor in front of Catty and Sam, letting the impact shatter Reflection Mary with the mirror. 

Catty and Sam sat up weakly.

Dean knelt down next to Catty and Sam, between them.

Catty looked over the damage of all of the broken mirrors. "Hey, guys?" 

"Yeah?" Dean asked. 

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

Dean and Sam scoffed.

Catty tilted her head, shrugging, looking away.

§

Day Four

Morning - Charlie's House - Outside

The Impala pulled up in the driveway.

§

The Impala

Dean was in the driver's seat.

Sam was in the passenger seat.

Charlie and Catty were in the backseat.

"So this is really over?" Charlie asked. 

Catty nodded. "Yeah, it's over." 

Charlie smiled sadly. "Thank you." 

Charlie got out of the car, closing the door behind her, starting to walk toward her house.

"Charlie?" Sam asked. Charlie turned back. "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." 

Charlie forced herself to smile, turning around, walking away. 

Dean patted Sam's shoulder. "That's good advice." 

Sam smiled.

Dean drove them away.

§

On the Road - The Impala

(Song:) Bones into Dust - Fred Haring

Everything was silent.

"Hey, Sam?" Catty asked.

"Yeah?" Sam asked.

"Now that this is all over, can you tell us what that secret is?" Catty asked.

"Look..." Sam trailed off. "Catty, you're my sister. And Dean's obviously my brother. And I'd die for both of you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself."

Sam looked out of the window to see Jessica in a long white dress on the street corner standing next to a light pole. He looked at her in shocked confusion.

Dean turned around a corner.

Jessica disappeared behind the pole, no longer being seen.

Sam was still in shock.

Catty and Dean noticed the look, looking at Sam in confusion.

Sam kept his head turned away, convinced it hadn't been real.