Living with Dean and Sam.

Chapter Twenty-Nine:

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

"So Mary dies in front of the mirror, and it draws in her spirit." Dean concluded.

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

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

"Yeah, I don't know, maybe." Sam replied as my phone rang. A look of concern crossed my face.

"Hello. Charlie?"

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We sat Charlie on one of the beds in our motel room, Dean was drawing the blinds, Sam was covering all the mirrors. I sat next to Charlie on the bed, she had her head in her knees.

"Hey, hey it's okay. Hey, you can open your eyes Charlie. It's okay, all right?" I said, trying to calm her. She looked up slowly. "Now listen. You're gonna stay right here on this bed, you're not gonna look at glass, or anything that has a reflection, okay? And as long as you do that, she cannot get you." I explained.

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

"No. No. Not anytime soon." Dean sat the other side of her.

"All right Charlie. We need to know what happened." He explained.

"We were in the bathroom and Donna said it." she explained.

"That's not what we're talking about. Something happened, didn't it? In your life...a secret...where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it?" Dean asked, trying to be sympathetic. But sympathy didn't suit him

"I had this boyfriend. 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.' And 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 put her face back in her knees. I looked at Dean, who looked at Sam, who looked back at me.