Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 1

Bloody Mary- Part 3

You ended up going to a motel to do the research there because Sam had a laptop and it was more comfortable there. You and the boys went about researching: Dean was sitting in one of the chairs and he was reading a book. You were on one of the beds, also reading a book and Sam was on his bed, using his laptop.

After a while, Sam was getting tired so you let him fall asleep and you stole his laptop, using it to his advantage since you know he didn't like Dean using it. You and Dean were in silent peace when Sam woke with a gasp. He looked around the room when his eyes finally landed on you.

"Why'd you let me fall asleep and is that my laptop?" Sam looked over at you. He was out for maybe 30 minutes.

"Okay, Sam, we're going to do a little exercise. This isn't healthy and you need my help." You looked over at Dean to see him watching you but didn't say a word.

"Y/N, no, this is stupid. I'm fine."

"Shut the hell up and let me help you," You snapped. Sam got up and sat on the edge of his bed with a sigh. You took that as a sign to continue. "Okay, I am going to ask you a series of questions and you have to answer them as quickly as possible. Don't think, just answer, okay?"

"Sure." Sam nodded, sighing. He didn't think this would work but you saw it on a Friends episode and you wanted to try it out.

"Okay, what is your favorite color?"

"Y/N this is stupid." Sam sighed, not answering.

"Samuel, you better do as I say." Dean chuckled but didn't say a word.

"Fine, fine." Sam surrendered.

"Okay, what is your favorite color?"

"Blue."

"Pick one: Summer or Winter."

"Winter."

"Pancakes or waffles?"

"Pancakes."

"Drive in a car or ride in a plane?"

"Drive in a car."

"Own a dog or own a cat?"

"Own a dog."

"Why are you having nightmares about Jessica?"

"Because I killed her." You and Dean looked at each other and Sam sighed, realizing what he kept inside of him for so long was now out.

"Sam, you did not kill her." You said, scooting closer to him.

"Yeah, I did. I killed her and I killed my mom." He got up and grabbed his jacket, leaving the room. You bit your lip and looked at Dean.

"Oh man..." Dean sighed, about to get up to handle it but you stopped him.

"I'll do it." You said, about to get up.

"I think I should, I've dealt with it before." Dean got up and followed his brother outside. You bit your lip and stayed inside, thinking about what Sam said. You saw how Lily blamed herself for her dad's death and you blamed yourself for your mom's death at one time but you never knew Sam did for his mom.

He was only 6 months old when she died. How could he think it was his fault? You didn't know how long you sat there by yourself when the door opened and Sam and Dean both walked in.

"Everything okay?" You perked up. Dean nodded but Sam just sat on the bed. You didn't know what happened out there but by the look on Sam's face, you didn't know whether it was good or bad.

"So did either of you find anything?" Sam spoke up.

"No. I've looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror, and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave, but uh, no Mary." Dean sighed, sitting back down.