Now You See Me • Dean Winchester [1] *ON HOLD*

Bloody Mary Part 4

DEAN

Fort Wayne, Indiana

After Donna kicked them out of her house Sam and Dean had gone back to their motel room to continue their research. They searched and searched for Mary until Dean had the idea of expanding their search to the whole country. It was in that search that they found Mary Worthington, an unsolved case that lead them to Fort Wayne, Indiana. That's how both Dean and Sam found themselves inside the house of Detective William Taylor, the detective who worked the case originally. He was a man of average height and had a protruding stomach, although Dean could tell he used to have muscles. He was balding on the top of his head and he had a moustache.

"I was on the job for 35 years, detective for most of that. Now everyone packs it in with a few loose ends, but the Mary Worthington murder, that one still gets me," Mr. Taylor says, trailing off a bit in the end.

"What exactly happened?", asks Dean, getting right to the point.

Mr. Taylor looks at them questioningly, "you boys said you were reporters?"

"We know that Mary was 19, 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 says, looking down at his notebook for good measure.

"That's right," Mr. Taylor mumbled so lowly that Dean almost didn't hear it.

"You see sir, when we ask you what happened? We want to know what you think happened," Dean responds, waving his hand in Mr. Taylors direction.

The old detective stares long and hard at Dean, as if looking into his soul to see if he was trustworthy. Before he strides over to the other side of the room and starts digging through a filing cabinet. Turning back to the boys with a box full of files in his arms.

"Technically, I'm not supposed to have a copy of this," he starts, making Sam smirk and glance at Dean, "now, see that there, T-R-E. I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer."

"You know who it was?", Sam asks him.

"Not for sure," Mr. Taylor sighs, "but there was a local man, a surgeon, Trevor Samson."

He pulls out a picture of a man in glasses, holding a cigar and tilting his drink up to the camera.

Mr. Taylor glances down at the picture and sighs a bit, "and I think he cut her up good."

"Now, why would he do something like that?", Sam asks softly.

"Her diary mentioned a man she was seeing, she called him by his initial T. Well, her last entry, she was going to tell T's wife about their affair," the detective said, mirroring Sam with his soft tone.

"Yeah, but how do you know it was this guy Samson who killed her?", questions Dean, his curiosity making him louder than the other two men.

"It's hard to say," Mr. Taylor starts, "but the way her eyes were cut out, it was almost professional."

"But you could never prove it," Dean says, nodding slightly.

"No, no prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous," Mr. Taylor states, looking almost haunted.

Dean looks over at Sam, now they were getting somewhere.

"He still alive?", Dean queries.

"Nope," Mr. Taylor speaks as he sits down in the chair at the table, "if you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guy's secret, but she never could."