Maddison Winchester: Journal 1 {Supernatural} (Editing)

5 Bloody Mary: Part 4

When we got back to the motel, it was late, but we still needed to do some more research to figure out who Mary was. Dean was searching on his laptop, Sam was organizing the clues with tacks on the wall, and I was going through more old newspapers.

"All right, I'm just doing a nationwide search," Dean said.

"Wait, wait, wait, you're doing a nationwide search?" Sam asked.

"Yup." Dean shrugged. "The NCIC, the FBI database..." He sighed. "At this point, any Mary who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me."

Sam walked over and sat on the bed near Dean. "But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town."

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

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

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

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

"Both had secrets where people died," Dean said.

"Right." Sam shrugged. "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."

Dean nodded. "Right, right. 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 said.

"Take a look at this." Dean pointed to his computer.

I crawled to the end of the bed so I could look too and got a quick look before Dean put his hand over my eyes, not letting me see. It was a picture of a woman lying by a mirror in a puddle of blood.

"Looks like the same handprint on the mirror," Sam said.

"Her name was Mary Worthington... an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana," Dean said.

"All right, so we will head there in the morning," Sam said.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, let's get some sleep."

I got up and went to the bathroom with my things to get ready for bed. Sam was already in his bed when I walked out, and Dean was squished on the couch under my blanket. I walked over to him and punched him in the stomach.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Ow," he said, looking up at me.

"Oh, come on." I smirked and poked him in the shoulder. "That didn't hurt."

"Yeah, you're right." He laughed. "I've gotta teach you how to punch."

"Hey, I can punch." I shrugged. "I just didn't want to hurt you."

"Mm-hmm." Dean smirked. "Now get to bed, kid."

"That's what I'm trying to do, but you're kinda in my way," I said.

"Nope, you're sleeping in the bed tonight," he said, pointing over to his bed.

"Come on, Dean, seriously," I said, tugging on his t-shirt sleeve. "Just sleep in the bed. You don't even fit on the couch."

"Nope. You're not winning this one tonight." He closed his eyes and settled his head onto the pillow. "Now get to bed, little girl."

"Ugh, fine." I stomped over to the bed. "But don't complain to me about it in the morning."