Calls Me Home @daddyslilheartbreaker
Bloody Mary

Title: Calls Me Home

Summary: A journey through seven seasons of Supernatural through the eyes of two Winchesters and a Singer.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ruby Singer, Bobby Singer, John Winchester, and a whole ton of others.

Disclaimer: Everything you see here belongs to Eric Kripke & Co. The title belongs to the song "Calls Me Home" by Shannon LaBrie.

Author's Note: I would just like to say that the timeline is so screwed up at some points. It's almost mind boggling.

Chapter Five

It is in the wee hours of November 2nd, 2005. The scene is tinted blue. Sam had just returned home from going on the hunt with Dean and Ruby. As he laid in bed with his eyes closed, he could hear the shower running. Jess is pinned to the ceiling. Blood drips down onto Sam's forehead disturbing the peaceful look upon his face. His hazel green eyes open to see her staring down at him.

"Why, Sam? Why, Sam?"

"No!" He sits up in a panic only to watch helplessly as Jess bursts into flames.

"Why, Sam? Why, Sam?"

"Sam, wake up." Dean reached over shaking his brother's shoulder lightly.

The younger Winchester jumps awake looking startled. He glanced around in confusion taking in his surroundings. He was sitting shotgun in the Impala which was parked in front of a large building.

"I take it I was having a nightmare." He groaned slightly as he let out a yawn while stretching a bit.

"Yeah, another one."

"Hey, at least I got some sleep."

"You know, sooner or later, we're going to have to talk about this."

"Are we here?" Sam asked changing the subject rather quickly.

"Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio." Dean announced clearing his throat a bit.

Sam picked up a newspaper just then with Steven Shoemaker's obituary circled. The Shoemaker family is sad to announce the sudden death of their beloved husband and father Steven Shoemaker. Steven was 46. He read it over again and then glanced at Dean.

"So what do you think really happened to this guy?"

"That's what we're going to find out. Let's go." Dean said as they got out of the car and headed into the large building.

It was a hospital and they went straight to room 144 which was the Morgue. There were two desks in the room. The empty one had a nameplate that read Dr. D. Feiklowicz. At the other desk is the Morgue Technician. The morgue tech asked if he could help them and on the fly, Dean made up a story about how he and Sam were students from Ohio State that were supposed to see the Shoemaker body for a paper they were doing. The morgue tech was pretty insistent on having them wait for the Doctor to get back and Dean grew a bit frustrated mumbling to Sam that he was going to hit the guy in the face. Sam took that moment to step forward slipping the guy a few twenties. He proceeded to show them the body of the late Steven Shoemaker.

"Now the newspaper said the daughter had found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." Sam stated as the morgue tech pulled back the sheet covering the body.

"More than that. They were liquefied." The morgue tech told them.

"Any sign of struggle? Maybe someone did it to him." Dean suggested.

"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone." The morgue tech confirmed.

"What's the official cause of death?" Sam asked.

"Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure." He shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Sam looked at him curiously.

"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen." He admitted.

"The eyes. What would cause something like that?"

"Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims." The morgue tech suggested.

"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked.

"That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor." He shrugged.

"Hey, think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh...our paper." Dean asked raising his eyebrows a bit.

"I'm not really supposed to show you that."

Annoyed, Sam pulled out his wallet again. After getting a copy of the police report, they headed out of the hospital and back to the Impala.

"Might not be one of ours. Might just be some freak medical thing." Sam shrugged as they headed down a flight of stairs.

"How many times in Dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?" Dean asked as they walked out toward the Impala.

"Uh, almost never."


"Alright, let's go talk to the daughter. I'm sure Ruby's already there." Sam remarked as they got into the car and drove off.

At the Shoemaker home, there is a picture of Steven on a desk. Men are there dressed in black suits while the women were there dressed in black dresses. The boys feel a little under dressed as they make their way through the house and out to the back. There they find Ruby dressed appropriately in a black dress. She was talking to Steven's elder daughter Donna who was with her friends Jill and Charlie. The boys stood close enough to hear the conversation, but far enough so they weren't intruding too much. From what they could tell, Donna's father had shown no symptoms of having a stroke.

"That's because it wasn't a stroke." Lily Shoemaker spoke up turning around to face the two older girls.

"Lily, don't say that." Donna hushed her younger sister shaking her head, "I'm sorry. She's just upset."

"No, it happened because of me." She insisted looking at them.

"Sweetie, it didn't." Donna tried to assure her.

Ruby knelt down carefully so that she was at eye level with the younger girl and looked at her, "Lily, why would you say something like that?"

"Right before he died, I said it." She spoke softly with a frown upon her face.

She nodded and glanced at Donna before looking at Lily again, "You said what?"

"Bloody Mary. three times in the bathroom mirror." She paused, "She took his eyes, that's what she does."

"That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault." Donna assured her.

Ruby nodded her head and looked at the younger girl reassuringly, "I think your sister's right, Lily. There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?"

"No, I don't think so."

Ruby stood up smoothing her dress out and casually glanced over at the Winchesters. They shared a look before the boys disappeared inside. She continued making the rounds trying to learn any other useful information from people who knew Steven. Upstairs, the Winchesters were checking out the bathroom where Steven Shoemaker had died. As far as they knew, the Bloody Mary legend was just that. A legend. Still, the guy had died in front of the mirror and as the legend goes, Bloody Mary scratches her victims eyes out so the boys felt as if it were a lead worth checking into. Unfortunately for them, as they left the bathroom, Donna's friend Charlie approached them. None of Dean's on the fly excuses seemed to work with her so Sam admitted that they believed something had happened to Donna's father. Something other than a stroke. Charlie wondered if they were cops, but seemed okay with hearing that they were something like that. Sam reached into his pocket pulling out a scrap of paper along with a pen jotting his phone number down. He handed it to her telling her to call if she or any of her friends notice anything out of the ordinary or if she thinks of anything that could help. After stopping at the motel so Ruby could change, the Winchesters and Ruby headed to the library.

"Alright, say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town. There's going to be some sort of a local woman who died nasty." Dean said as they entered the library.

"Yeah but a legend this widespread it's hard. I mean, there's like 50 versions of who she actually is. One story says she's a witch, another says she's a mutilated bride, there's a lot more." Sam explained as they walked further into the library heading toward the computers.

"Alright, so what are we supposed to be looking for?"

Ruby chose that moment to speak up, "Every version's got a few things in common. It's always a woman named Mary and she always dies right in front of a mirror. So we've gotta search local newspapers...public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill."

"Well that sounds annoying." Dean frowned.

"No, it won't be so bad as long as we.." Sam trailed off as he noticed the computers said out of order and then chuckled, "I take it back. This will be very annoying."

As the three of them do research, Charlie was driving after leaving the Shoemaker home. She was on the phone with her and Donna's friend Jill. They were talking about the Winchesters and about Donna's father. Jill teased a worried Charlie that maybe Donna's sister Lily was right. That maybe Bloody Mary had killed Donna's father. Then mockingly so, Jill went into her bathroom standing in front of her mirror after sensing Charlie's fear and recited the name three times. Silence was then heard before Jill screamed and Charlie freaked out only to hear Jill's laugh. The girl told Charlie that she was such a freak and that she'd call her tomorrow. Jill hung up and continued getting dressed. She eventually walked back into her bathroom and as she bent over to wash her face, her reflection remained in the mirror. Jill stands back up right and is horrified to see her reflection as if it were another person. She began to panic as blood began to ooze out of her reflection's eyes and then she reached up feeling the blood on her own face. You did it. You killed that boy. Jill fell down after seemingly being strangled to death and her reflection just watches her.

Back at the motel, Sam is having the same nightmare about Jessica again. He startles himself awake and groans as he sits up looking at Dean.

"Why'd you let me sleep?" He frowned.

"Because I'm an awesome brother. What'd you dream about?"

"Lollipops and Candy Canes."

"Yeah, sure." He rolled his eyes.

"Did you find anything?" He asked as he sat up.

"Oh besides a whole new level of frustration? No, we'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 informed him.

"Maybe we just haven't found it yet." Sam sighed falling back onto the bed.

"I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area, you know...eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing. Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary." Dean shrugged scratching his head lightly.

"Yeah, maybe. So what's with you and Ruby? You guys have been acting strange since we got off that plane." He sat up again looking over at his brother curiously.

"Oh, uh, nothing. We, just, uh, alright, we kissed, okay? We thought we were going to die. It's no big deal. Things are just a bit awkward now. That's all." He confessed sighing softly.

Before Sam could respond, his phone rang and he answered it. They along with Ruby arrived at the park not too long after and found Charlie sitting on a bench crying. Ruby sat beside her trying to comfort the young girl.

"And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her..her eyes. They were gone." Charlie explained as she wiped her eyes with a tissue.

"I'm sorry." Sam nodded offering his condolences.

"And she said it." She paused not noticing Dean look at Sam, "I heard her say it, but it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?"

"No, you're not insane." Dean assured her.

"Oh god, that makes me feel so much worse." She buried her face in her hands sniffling again.

"Look. We think something's happening here. Something that can't be explained." Sam said looking over at her as she glanced up.

"And we're going to stop it, but we could use your help." Dean remarked softly.

It was a half hour later when Charlie walked into Jill's bedroom shutting the door behind her. She locked it and walked over to the window opening it before stepping aside. Sam enters first and Dean tosses him a duffel bag. He catches it handing it to Charlie who sets it down on Jill's bed while Sam helps Ruby into the room. Dean follows her in as Sam opens the bag looking through it.

"What did you tell Jill's mom?" The taller Winchester asked glancing over at Charlie curiously.

"Just that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things." She watched Sam pull something out of the bag as Dean pulled the curtains shut, "I hate lying to her."

"Trust us, this is for the greater good. Hit the lights." Dean instructed her.

"What are you guys looking for?" She asked as she walked over flicking the switch making the room dark.

"We'll let you know as soon as we find it." Dean remarked and looked at Sam who was holding a digital camera.

"Hey, night vision." He handed the camera to Dean who turned the night vision on and handed it back to him, "Perfect."

"Do I look like Paris Hilton?" Dean asked posing a bit and smirked over his shoulder.

Ruby rolled her eyes, "Focus, boys."

Sam walked away from Dean and opened Jill's closet door filming around the mirror. The first victim hadn't summoned Mary, but the second victim did. Sam didn't understand how she was choosing them. He shut the closet door and headed into the bathroom where Jill had died. He films around the mirror only to stop when he spotted trickles of something running out from behind the mirror.

"Hey." All three of them looked in Sam's direction, "There's a black light in the trunk, right?"

Removing the mirror from the bathroom, Sam placed it face down on Jill's bed and Ruby helped him peel off the brown paper that is on the back of the mirror. Dean tossed the black light to him and he turned it on shining it over the back of the mirror. A hand print along with the words Gary Bryman appear.

"Gary Bryman?" Charlie questioned with a confused look upon her face.

"You know who that is?" Sam asked looking over at her.


Later that afternoon, Sam walked up to a bench in the park where again Charlie was sitting with Ruby while Dean stood watch over them.

"So, Gary Bryman was an 8-year-old boy. Two years ago he was killed in a hit and run. The car was described as a black Toyota Camry. But nobody got the plates or saw the driver." Sam explained to the three of them.

"Oh my god!" Charlie exclaimed gasping in shock as the realization overcame her.

"What?" Sam looked over at her.

"Jill drove that car." She confirmed with a nod.

"We need to get back to your friend Donna's house." Dean nodded.

In the bathroom of the Shoemaker home, Sam and Dean were hunched over the back of the mirror shining the black light onto it. Just like Jill's mirror, there was a hand print on this mirror except this time the name was Linda Shoemaker. They returned downstairs filling Ruby in and she in turn spoke with Donna. They learned that Linda was Donna's mother who had overdosed on sleeping pills. Donna claimed it was an accident and that's all. She decided then that she wanted them to just leave. Dean tried to get her to listen, but she yelled at them to get out before running upstairs.

"Oh my god. Do you really think her dad could of killed her mom?" Charlie asked in shock.

"Maybe." Sam nodded his head slightly.

"I think I should stick around." She said glancing up the stairs.

"Alright, whatever you do, don't.." Dean trailed off as Charlie intervened.

"Believe me, I won't say it."

Back on their own, Dean decided to broaden their search to a nationwide search as opposed to a local search. Sam was looking at things posted on a bulletin board while Ruby was looking through some folklore books. Dean shows them a picture of a woman laying by a mirror in a puddle of blood. He printed out another picture and handed it to Sam. It was a picture of a hand print and the letters Tre. Her name was Mary Worthington. An unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana. The boys drove out to Fort Wayne while Ruby chose to stay behind in Toledo. Mary had been 19 and living by herself. She had won a few local beauty contests and dreamed of getting out of Indiana to become an actress. Then on March 29th, many years ago, someone broke into her apartment murdering her and then cut her eyes out with a knife.

"I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer." The detective confided in the Winchesters.

"You know who it was?" Sam asked.

"Not for sure. But there was a local man, a surgeon, Trevor Sampson." He pulled out a picture of the man, "And I think he cut her up good."

"Now why would he do something like that?" The younger Winchester asked curious of the motive.

"Her diary mentioned a man that she was seeing. She called him by his initial, "T". Well, her last entry, she was gonna tell "T"'s wife about their affair." The detective explained to them.

"Yeah, but how do you know it was Sampson that killed her?" Dean looked at him.

"It's hard to say, but the way her eyes were cut was almost professional."

"But you could never prove it?" Dean raised his eyebrow.

"No. No prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous." He shook his head.

"Is he still alive?" Dean asked.

"Nope." The detective sat down and sighed, "If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guy's secret, but she never could."

"Where is she buried?" Sam raised his eyebrow.

"She wasn't. She was cremated." He nodded.

"What about that mirror?" Dean nodded at the one in the picture, "It's not in some evidence lockup somewhere, is it?"

"Ah, no. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago."

"You have the names of her family by any chance?" Sam asked.

A short time later, they are back on the road driving toward Toledo. Sam called up Mary's brother in hopes of locating the mirror.

"Oh really? Ah that's too bad Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror. Okay, well maybe next time. Alright, thanks." Sam hung up and sighed.

"So?" Dean glanced at Sam before returning his eyes to the road.

"So that was Mary's brother. The mirror was in the family for years until they sold it a week ago to a store called Estate Antiques. A store in Toledo." He explained running his fingers through his hair.

"So wherever the mirror goes, Mary goes?"

"Her spirit is definitely tied up with it somehow."

"Isn't there an old superstition about how mirrors can capture spirits?"

"Yeah there is. When someone would die in a house, people would cover the mirrors so their spirits wouldn't get trapped."

"So Mary dies in front of a mirror and it draws in her spirit."

"Yeah, but how can she move through like a hundred different mirrors?"

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

"Yeah, I don't know, maybe." Sam's cell phone rang just then and he answered it before growing concerned, "Charlie?"

After getting off the phone with Charlie, Sam had called Ruby filling her in and had her go find Charlie. The blonde hunter brought the frightened girl back to the motel where Sam and Dean were covering all of the mirrors. The curtains were drawn shut as well. Charlie sat down on one of the beds drawing her knees up to her chest hiding her face against her knees.

"Hey, hey it's okay. Hey, you can open up your eyes Charlie. It's okay, all right?" Sam assured her as he sat down next to her watching as she looked up. "Now listen. You're gonna stay right here on this bed, and you're not gonna look at glass, or anything else that has a reflection, okay? And as long as you do that, she cannot get you."

"I can't keep that up forever. I'm going to die, aren't I?" Her eyes glistened with tears as she looked at Sam.

"No, no. Not anytime soon." Sam assured her.

"Alright, Charlie. We need to know what happened." Dean said as he sat down on the other bed.

"We were in the bathroom. Donna said it."

Ruby shook her head and sighed looking at the young girl reassuringly, "That's not what we're talking about, sweetie. Something happened, didn't it? In your life...a secret...where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it?"

"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 confessed hiding her face against her knees again as she cried.

Ruby volunteered to stay with Charlie while Sam and Dean went off to find the mirror. Sam was riding shotgun while Dean drove the Impala through the rain toward the Estate Antiques store. They had been talking about Charlie and about how it wasn't her fault that her boyfriend had died. Then Sam brought up the valid point that smashing the mirror might not be enough. He suggested that they would have to summon her to her own mirror to ensure it worked.

"Well, who's going to summon her?"

"I will. She'll come after me." Sam nodded confidently.

"You know what? That's it." Dean pulled the car over and looked at Sam. "This is about Jessica, isn't it? You think that's your dirty little secret that you killed her somehow? SAM, this has got to stop, man. I mean, the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the's gonna kill you. Now listen to me...It wasn't your fault. If you wanna blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. Or hell, why don't you take a swing at me? I mean, I'm the one that dragged you away from her in the first place."

"I don't blame you." Sam admitted.

"Well you shouldn't blame yourself because there's nothing you could of done."

"I could of warned her."

"About what? You didn't know what was gonna happen! And besides, all of this isn't a secret, I mean I know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway." Dean shook his head and sighed.

"No, you don't."

"I don't what?"

"You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything." Sam confessed looking at Dean.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?"

"No, I don't like it. It's not going to happen. Forget it." Dean shook his head again stubbornly.

"Dean, that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are gonna die after that? Now we're doing this. You've got to let me do this."

Back at the motel, Charlie had cried herself to sleep. Ruby monitored her carefully unsure of how far Bloody Mary's reach extended. When it became apparent that the girl was having a nightmare, Ruby shook her gently only for her to wake up a few moments later appearing startled. Charlie calmed down after a bit once she realized she was okay and sighed softly as she sat up.

"I don't get it. How do you go through this day after day and not go insane?" She asked looking over at the older blonde.

Ruby sighed softly as she ran her fingers through her long golden locks, "You get used to it, I guess. As lame as that sounds, it's the truth. I lost my mother when I was very young and trust me, if my father had it his way, I wouldn't be hunting."

"Then why do you?" Charlie asked glancing over at Ruby.

She bit her lip as she thought about it carefully for a few moments before speaking again, "Because I know what it feels like to lose a parent at a young age. I lost my mom, like I said, and then for about a year after that, I lost my dad as well. He just took the loss of my mother really hard. So I do what I do to keep others from going through what I had to go through. I mean, we don't always save everyone, as you've noticed with Mr. Shoemaker and your friend Jill. We try our damn hardest though."

Outside the shop, Sam worked to pick the lock while Dean glanced around to make sure no one caught them. They entered the shop a few moments later and swore under their breaths when they saw the vast amount of mirrors in the place. Dean pulled out the picture of the mirror they were searching for and sighed. Splitting up to search for the mirror seemed to be their best bet so they did just that oblivious to the flashing light of the motion detector that was attached to the store's silent alarm. They met up near the back of the store not having any luck finding the mirror.

"Maybe they've already sold it." Dean suggested looking over at his younger brother.

"I don't think so." Sam remarked as his flashlight stopped upon one mirror in particular.

"That's it." Dean sighed after pulling the picture out again to compare it to the mirror in question, "You sure about this?"

Sam's only response was a sigh as he handed the flashlight to Dean before he began to chant her name. He said it twice before glancing at Dean who gave him an unsure look. Picking up a crowbar, Sam steadied himself keeping his focus on the mirror as he fatefully uttered Bloody Mary a third time. It was then that Dean noticed a light shining through the store.

"I'll go check that out. Stay here. Be careful. Smash anything that moves." He instructed Sam before sneaking through the store.

It was when he saw a headlight that Dean put his crowbar down and walked out of the store. While he dealt with the cops, Sam was dealing with Mary's spirit. He smashed one mirror when he saw her reflection and then another before getting her to appear in her own mirror. Seeing his own reflection, Sam looked oddly at it before a trickle of blood fell from his eye. The crowbar fell from his hand as he grasped his chest finding it difficult to breathe. As the spirit yelled at Sam blaming him for Jessica's death, he fell to the ground. Then the mirror smashed as a crowbar came flying out of nowhere colliding with the glass.

"Sam! Sammy!" Dean called out as he rushed to his brother's side kneeling down to check on him.

"It's Sam."

"God, are you okay?" He frowned slightly noticing the trickles of blood coming from Sam's eyes.

"Uh, yeah." Sam nodded slowly.

"Come on, come on." He helped Sam up ducking under his arm so that Sam could lean on him.

They began to walk away when they heard the sound of glass being moved. Turning around, they saw the spirit of Mary crawling out of the mirror over the broken glass. She stood up walking toward them and they fell to the ground. Both boys had blood trickling from their eyes, but it was Dean who had managed to grab a mirror holding it up to face her. She was forced to see her own reflection which taunts her about all of the people she had killed. She began to choke before suddenly melting into a pool of blood. Dean threw the mirror down and it shattered.

"Hey Sam?"


"This has got to be like...what? 600 years of bad luck?" Dean asked earning a weak chuckle from Sam.

The boys had made sure to clean themselves up before returning to the hotel so as to not worry Ruby or frighten Charlie. They packed up the Impala and checked out of the motel after assuring Charlie that it was alright. Ruby sat in the back of the car with the teenage girl as they drove her back home. Sam was driving shotgun of course as Dean drove.

"So this is really over?" Charlie asked in a hopeful yet disbelieving tone.

"Yeah, it's over." Dean nodded his head in confirmation.

"Thank you." She flashed a thankful look at the three of them and shook Dean's hand before getting out of the car only to turn to look at Sam when he called her name.

"Your boyfriend's really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happen." Sam spoke softly earning a faint smile from her in response before she headed into the house.

"That's good advice." Dean punched his shoulder lightly before pulling the car away from the house.

They drove through the town in comfortable silence at first. Ruby ended up falling asleep in the back. Dean eventually lowered the music a bit once he noticed she had fallen asleep.

"Hey Sam?"


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

"Look, you're my brother, I'd die for you, but there are some things that I just need to keep to myself." Sam responded looking at him before glancing out of the window.

Up ahead, he saw Jessica standing at the street corner in a long white nightgown which made him sit up straighter. His eyes remained on her as the car drove past and he turned in his seat to look at her as the car turned the corner. She disappeared behind the light pole and he blinked before shaking his head. Dean looked over at him curiously before focusing on the road as he drove them out of town.

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