Living with Dean and Sam.

Chapter Thirty-One:

Outside the door was where we were waiting for Sam to pick the lock, in the end he got it and we walked inside. Inside there was a lot of mirrors, and by a lot I mean it's like finding a needle in a haystack.

"Well...that's just great." Dean said looking at the picture of Mary in front of the mirror. We split up and we soon find the mirror. Dean gets his picture and matches the mirrors.

"That's it." he sighed. "You two sure about this?" Dean gave us a very unsure look.

"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." Sam glanced at me and I nodded. "Bloody Mary." Sam gripped the crowbar and we turned as a light came through the doors.

"I'll go check that out." Dean muttered. "Stay here, be careful." We nod.

Once he left we heard a breath, we turned to another mirror, but when I looked back Mary was in her own mirror. As she moved to different mirrors Sammy smashed them.

"Come on. Come into this one." he muttered. We looked in at our reflection which they looked back at us evilly. I felt a pan of pain hit my chest, and I fell to my knees. Blood trickled from my eyes.

"It was your fault. You killed her. You killed Jessica." Sammy's muttered.

"You did it. Didn't you Emerson? You took Sam's pain because you feel guilty for killing your family. So we're gonna make your pain unbearable." My refection growled. I grabbed at my chest, where my heart should be, and I placed my other on the floor.

"You're even more guilty now, aren't you, Sam? Your letting Emerson die, for you. You've never told her the truth-who you really were. But it's more than that, isn't it? Those nightmares you've been having about 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 leave her alone to die? You dreamt it would happen!" Sammy was stood, frozen and couldn't breathe. Dean's crowbar flew through the mirror.

"Emerson! Are you all right? Talk to me!" Dean said sitting in front of me. I nodded. "Sammy what about you?" Dean asked, as he was still standing in the same space.

"It's Sam." He muttered. "Emerson, you good?" I opened my mouth to speak, but blood poured out and onto the floor.

"God, are you okay?" Dean asked, I nodded, coughing slightly until the blood was gone.

"Yeah I'm good." He sighed.

"Come on, come on." He muttered pulling me up and bending slightly so my arm could go around his neck for support. Until Mary came crawling out of the mirror.

"Oh my God. It's The 'Ring' movie all over again!" I panicked. "I always hated that movie." Me and Dean fell to the ground, his face bleeding and mine starting again, I was choking on my blood, when Dean pulled the mirror over us so Mary was looking at her own reflection.

"You killed them! All those people! You killed them!" she started choking and turned into a pile of blood. He threw the mirror and it smashed. Dean patted my back before he and Sam, helped me up stabilizing me.

"Hey Sam?" I mutter.

"Yeah?"

"This has got to be like...what? 600 years of bad luck?" he chuckled weakly as did Dean.

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We were driving Charlie home, I was in the back with her and Sam and Dean were in the front.

"So this is really over?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah, it's over." Dean replied.

"Thank you." She muttered.

"Charlie?" she turned around. "Your boyfriend's death...you should really try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn't have stopped to. Sometimes bad things happen." Sam tells her. Dean hits his shoulder.

"That's good advice." We drive off. "Hey Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret is."

"Look...you're my brother and I'd die for you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself." And with that we set off on our journey.