Maddison Winchester: Journal 1 {Supernatural} (Editing)

5 Bloody Mary: Part 3

We walked into the local library. We planned to search for any clue as to why Bloody Mary would be haunting the Shoemaker's or the town.

"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 walked through the library.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, but a legend this widespread. It's hard. I mean, there's like fifty 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."

"All right, so what are we supposed to be looking for?" Dean asked.

"Every versions got a few things in common. It's always a woman named Mary, and she always dies right in front of a mirror." Sam shrugged. "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."

Dean scoffed. "Well, that sounds annoying."

"No, it won't be so bad, as long as we..." Sam trailed off when he realized all the computers had Out of Order signs placed on them. "I take it back. This will be very annoying."

We searched around the library for what felt like hours because Sam likes to make sure he has every bit of research he can get. Once we finally collected all our books, we decided to head to our motel. When we got there, we started researching right away. While I was reading some old newspapers, I felt my eyes growing heavier.

The next thing I knew, Dean was brushing my hair back. "Maddison."

I opened my eyes and realized I had fallen asleep leaning on the table.

"You can go to sleep, kiddo." Dean smiled.

"Yeah, we should probably all get some sleep, actually," Sam said.

I nodded with tired eyes. "Okay."

I grabbed some pjs out of my bag and walked into the bathroom to change. When I came out, the boys were already settled in their beds. I walked over to Dean's bed, grabbed the extra pillow and the blanket at the foot of the bed, and walked to the couch.

Dean sat up. "What are you doing?"

I set my pillow and blanket down on the couch. "I don't know. I'm getting older, and I just thought I should have my own bed now." I shrugged. "Plus, you like to throw knees and elbows in your sleep." I laughed.

"Okay. That's fine, but you don't need to sleep on the couch. I can," Dean said, starting to get up.

"Or you could take my bed," Sam added as he sat up.

I took a step forward and put my hands up. "Okay, now both of you stop. I'm gonna sleep on the couch because both of you deserve to get some rest in a bed. And besides, you are both too tall to sleep comfortably on this," I said, pointing to the barely five-foot-long couch.

"All right," Dean said, looking guilty.

They both laid back in their beds and started snoring almost immediately.

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I woke up to Sam gasping. I rolled over and realized I was no longer on the couch and was now covered up in Dean's bed. Dean was sitting at the table researching again and must have moved me to the bed when he woke up.

Sam sat up. "Why didn't you wake me up sooner?"

"'Cause I'm an awesome brother. So, what did you dream about?" Dean asked, not removing his eyes from the newspaper he was reading.