Heir to Hell

The Confrontation Pt. 2

Adri had gone into another trance, laying on the motel bed, eyes glowing with small golden orbs developing on the palms of her hands. Adri was soon consciously in the local high school. With a soft glance down, she noticed her body was very shimmery and almost see-through. She felt as though every movement in this dimension felt as though she was wading through thick water that was pushing her away from her girl. However, once she saw Charlie, she fought to be next to the fierce blonde who was following Donna into the bathroom.
"I mean, you bring these strangers into my house and they ask me things like that?" Donna accused, reapplying lip gloss.

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

"What? About Bloody Mary?" The dark-haired teen scoffed in disbelief.
"Please, I know it sounds crazy—" Charlie pleaded.
"Crazy doesn't even begin to cover it. I mean it's one thing for my sister to believe this crap, she's 12. But you?" Donna scolded and rolled her eyes. Adri inched closer to Charlie, still adjusting to the amount of effort she had to put into moving with the state she was in. Adri attempted to gently pat Charlie's back but her hand phased through.

"What am I? A ghost?" Adri wondered aloud, realizing that no one could see or feel her. Charlie's voice snapped her out of her ghostly thoughts.

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

"Okay so," Donna faced the bathroom mirror. "Bloody Mary."

"No!" Charlie cried. Adri watched the mirror. The teen girls' reflections turned silver and swirly.
"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. " The three girls watched the mirror intently for a few seconds before Donna smirked. "See? Nothing happened."

"Why would you do that?" Charlie's voice cracked with fear. It was reasonable considering the words must have become a trigger response after her last friend died shortly after saying them. But Donna didn't think about that.

"Oh my God. There really is something wrong with you." With that, Donna stomped off. Charlie took a shuttering breath and started her walk to class. Now, it was just Adri in the bathroom with the silver shimmery mirror. She lifted her fingers to tap the mirror when a pale, bruised hand reached out and yanked her into the mirror.

~

Dean and Sam had arrived in Fort Wayne, Indiana in a timely manner. It hadn't been hard for them to track down the retired detective who had been lead on the case.

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

"What exactly happened?" Dean asked.

"You boys said you were reporters?" The detective clarified warily, not wanting to experience any repercussions for the interview.

"We know Mary was 19 and lived by herself. 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 29th someone broke into her apartment and murdered her, cut out her eyes with a knife." Sam answered, assuring the detective while fact-checking.

"That's right." The elder confirmed.

"See sir, when we asked you what happened, we wanted to know what you think happened." Sam continued, his eyes furrowing. The detective led both Winchesters to his office where he kept old police reports and copies of cases he liked to review every now and then to check if he had missed anything.

"Technically I'm not supposed to have a copy of this. Now see that there? T-R-E?" He had opened the file to show the same picture Dean had found, the one where the mirror had a bloody handprint and a few letters spelled out.