Toledo, OH - Three giggling 12-year-old girls are having a slumber party, playing "Truth or Dare." Lily chooses truth and is asked if she wants to make out with Do you want to make out with Benji Swartz? "Okay, lame," says the girl who offered Benji, "you have to. . .say 'Bloody Mary" in the bathroom." "Is that the best you can come up with?" sneers Lily. "Who's Bloody Mary?" asks the third girl. "She's this witch," explains girl #1. "I heard she was a lady killed in a car crash," says Lily. "It... read more Toledo, OH - Three giggling 12-year-old girls are having a slumber party, playing "Truth or Dare." Lily chooses truth and is asked if she wants to make out with Do you want to make out with Benji Swartz? "Okay, lame," says the girl who offered Benji, "you have to. . .say 'Bloody Mary" in the bathroom." "Is that the best you can come up with?" sneers Lily. "Who's Bloody Mary?" asks the third girl. "She's this witch," explains girl #1. "I heard she was a lady killed in a car crash," says Lily. "It doesn't matter who she is," says girl #1, "point is, if you say her name three times in the bathroom mirror she appears. . ." (pauses dramatically, then screams) "and scratches your eyes out!" The other girls jump. "So why would anyone say it?" asks girl #3. "Because it isn't real," answers Lily. She stands; girl #1 hands her a candle and says, "No turning on the lights, and remember. . .three times.

Lily enters the bathroom. She looks at the shadows on the wall, somewhat unnerved, and then closes the door and puts the candle down in front of the mirror. "Bloody Mary. This is so stupid. Bloody Mary." She stares at the the flickering candle. "Bloody Mary." She pauses for a moment; we hear a crash. She screams.

Outside the door, girls #1 & #3 are pounding on the door laughing. Lily walks out of the bathroom. "Scared ya," taunts girl #1. "You guys are jerks," accuses Lily. "Lily," says Mr. Shoemaker, her father, from the top of the stairs, "do you mind keeping it down?" "Sorry, Daddy," says Lily. Girls 1 & 3: "Sorry, Mr. Shoemaker."

Mr. Shoemaker walks back upstairs. He passes a mirror in the hall and we see a very creepy-looking, RING-like creature in its depths--Mary! He walks down the hall and turns at the end of it, where there's a window. Mary waits outside this, too. He straightens a picture on the wall and walks past another very tiny mirror harboring Mary. Now we view Mr. Shoemaker from inside the bathroom medicine cabinet, where he takes out some pills. He tosses them into his mouth and leans closer to the mirror, noticing scratches under his eye.

Back at the slumber party, girl #3 teases, "You so like him!" Lily's older sister Donna, walks in from outside. "Hey geek," she says, "you guys having fun? "You're out past curfew," points out Lily. "Thanks, Dad," mocks Donna, who walks upstairs.

There is a pool of blood outside the bathroom door. Donna walks around the corner and sees it. She stops for a moment, then continues walking towards it, slowly. She puts her hand on the bathroom door and pushes it open. There is lots more blood--and more. Donna screams.

Sam dreams of the night he found Jessica on the ceiling, except this time, the entire scene is tinted blue. Blood drips on his forehead; he opens his eyes and spots her on the ceiling. "Hi, Sam," she whispers. NO! yells Sam, as she erupts into flames. Her voice asks, "Why, Sam?"

"Sam, wake up!" calls Dean. Sam awakens in the Impala and looks around, wondering what happened. "I take it I was having a nightmare," says Sam. "Yeah, another one," says Dean. "Hey, at least I got some sleep," Sam says. "You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this," insists Dean. "Are we here?" asks Sam. "Yup, welcome to Toledo, Ohio." says Dean. Sam picks up a newspaper next to him with an article on Mr. Shoemaker's weird death. It says "Shoemaker, Steven: The Shoemaker family is sad to announce the sudden death of their beloved husband and father, Steven Shoemaker. Steven was 46. A short". . . The rest is not on the screen.

"So what do you think really happened to him?" asks Sam. "That's what we're gonna find out," says Dean, "let's go." The brothers exit the car, enter a building and go to the morgue. They pose as Ohio State med students, claiming the absent Dr. Feiklowicz was going to show them the Shoemaker corpse for their paper. He's at lunch, the tech says, and he can't show them the corpse. The brothers can't wait an hour; they have to be back in Columbus by then. Dean explains that this paper is half their grade, which doesn't impress the fellow, but a bunch of 20's from Sam's wallet does the trick very nicely: "Follow me," invites the tech. "Dude, I EARNED that money!" Dean reminds him. "In a poker game," shoots back Sam. "Yeah," says Dean, like that doesn't matter, but Sam's already gone.

Sam asks when the daughter found her father--she said his eyes were bleeding. More than that, says the morgue tech, drawing back the sheet, they practically liquefied. No sign of struggle, and official cause of death is unsure--massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm. The table is tilted so we can see the empty eye sockets (eww, creepy times 20). Something burst in there, that's for sure, adds the tech--intense cerebral bleeding--this guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen. What would cause what happened to the eyes? asks Sam. Capillaries can burst, the guy explains, I've seen a lot of bloodshot eyes in stroke victims. You see exploding eyeballs? asks Dean. That's a first for me, the tech confesses--but hey, I'm not the doctor. Dean asks if they could see the police report--"You know, for our paper."The guy says he isn't really supposed to show them that, but more money from Sam's wallet oils that moral problem away.

Walking down the hospital stairs (one we will see often in other episodes of the show), Sam suggests to Dean this case might not be one of theirs, just a freak medical thing. "How many times in Dad's long, varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing?" asks Dean--"and not some sign of awful supernatural death?" "Almost never," says Sam. "Exactly," says Dean. "All right," says Sam, "let's go talk to the daughter."

Shoemaker home - "I think we're under-dressed," remarks Dean as they enter the post-funeral party. They head out to the backyard where Donna sits with a couple of her friends. They eye the brothers suspiciously, not knowing who they are. Sam introduces them as work acquaintances of her father. "This whole thing. . .a stroke," says Dean. One of Donna's friends says Donna doesn't want to talk about this right now. Donna assures her friend she's OK. "Were there ever any symptoms--dizziness, migraine?" asks Dean. "No," answers Donna. Lily turns around and says, "That's because it WASN'T a stroke!" "Don't say that!" insists Donna. "What?" asks Sam. "I'm sorry, she's just upset," says Donna. "No, it happened because of me," says Lily. Sam, kneeling, speaking in his gentlest voice, asks, "Lily, why would you say something like that?" "Right before he died, I said it--Bloody Mary three times in the bathroom mirror," the little girl confesses. Sam and Dean both react. "She took his eyes, that's what she does," adds Lily. "That's not why Dad died," insists Donna, "this isn't your fault." Dean agrees with Donna, there's no way it could have been Bloody Mary--"Your Dad didn't say it, right?" "No, I don't think so," says Lily. Dean nods and smirks--he's right, as always.

We see Sam and Dean pass by the same small mirror in which we had seen Mary's reflection the night Shoemaker was killed. They enter the bathroom, where there is still some blood left from Mr. Shoemaker. Sam asks Dean if their father ever found proof that Bloody Mary was real. "Not that I know of," says Dean. Sam points out that all over the country, kids play Bloody Mary, and as far as they know, no one dies for it. Maybe everywhere it's just a story, says Dean, here, it's actually happening. The place where the legend began? asks Sam. Dean shrugs agreement. But according to the legend, says Sam, the person who says you-know-what gets it, but HERE. . . Shoemaker gets it instead, fills in Dean. I never heard of anything like that before, he adds, still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror, and the daughter's right, the way the legend goes, you-know-who scratches your eyes out. It's worth checking into, says Sam. They are caught by Charlie, Donna's attractive blond friend, who wants to know what they're doing up there. Looking for the bathroom, says Dean. "Who ARE you?" she demands. "Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad," says Dean. He was a day-trader, she says, he worked by himself, and all those weird questions downstairs--what was THAT?--so you tell me what's going on or I start screaming. "We think something happened to Donna's dad," admits Sam. "Yeah, a stroke," she says. "It's not the sign of a typical stroke," says Sam, "we think it might be something else." "Like what?" she asks. "Honestly," says Sam, "we don't know yet, but we don't want it to happen to anyone else--that's the truth." "So," says Dean, "if you're gonna scream, go right ahead." "Who are you, cops?" she asks, relenting. "Something like that," says Dean. "Tell you what," says Sam,"you think of anything, your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary, just give us a call." He hands her a piece of paper with his cell number written on it, and the brothers head downstairs, not giving her further time to think.

Sam and Dean enter the library. "Say Bloody Mary is haunting this town," says Dean, "there's gonna be proof, a local woman who died nasty." "A legend this widespread is hard," says Sam, "there are over 50 versions of who she is--one story says she's a witch, another, a mutilated bride, there's a lot more." "What are we supposed to be looking for?" asks Dean. "All versions have one thing in common" says Sam--"it's always a woman named Mary who dies in front of a mirror, so they need to search local newspapers and records as far back as they go and see if they find a Mary who fits the bill." "That sounds annoying," says Dean. It won't be so bad as long as they have use of. . ." Sam's about to say computers, but all of them are out of order! So it's going to be very annoying.

Charlie, the girl who caught Sam and Dean in the bathroom, is on the phone from her car, talking to Jill, who is on her bedroom phone. "I'm not sure," says Charlie, "they were cops or detectives or something." Jill takes off her sweater. "Whoever they were, they were cute," opines Jill. "Jill," chastises Charlie for not getting what's important here. "You didn't think so?" asks Jill. "Yeah okay," admits Charlie, "they were cute; still, do you think something happened to Donna's dad?" "Maybe Lily was right," says Jill, "maybe Bloody Mary got him." "Ha ha, very funny," says Charlie. "Wait, I'm sorry," teases Jill, "was that fear I hear in your voice?" "No," says Charlie. "Charlie," teases Jill, "I'm walking to the bathroom mirror right now." "Jill, quit it," orders Charlie. Jill stands before her bathroom mirror. "Oh no, I can't help myself," whispers Jill in a sexy voice, "I'm gonna say it.. .'Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody. . ." She screams. "JILL!" cries Charlie. "You're SUCH a freak, I'll call you tomorrow," laughs Jill, and hangs up, still giggling. Vastly relieved, Charlie hangs up her cell phone.

Jill opens her mirrored closet door and begins to undress, unaware that Bloody Mary is gazing at her from the reflection. Wearing a pair of black and white panties and a tight yellow shirt, Jill sits in front of another mirror, not noticing Bloody Mary's reflected in it, too. In the bathroom mirror, Jill sees her reflection glaring back at her, but bloody tears are falling down her face! Wiping at the tears with shaking hands, Jill is horrified. "YOU DID IT! YOU KILLED THAT BOY!" accuses Jill's reflection. Jill, finding herself unable to breathe, sinks to the floor as her reflection cruelly watches. read less

Motel room - Sam dreams again, but in reverse. The flames are sucked into Jessica's body, and we hear a voice ask "Why, Sam?" Sam wakes up with a gasp; he lies on the bed, Dean sits in a chair, reading a book. He looks over at his brother when he awakens. "Why'd you let me fall asleep?" asks Sam. "Cause I'm an awesome brother," answers Dean. "So what did you dream about?" "Lollipops and candy canes," lies Sam. "Yeah, sure," says Dean sarcastically. "Did you find anything?" asks Sam. "Oh besides ... read more Motel room - Sam dreams again, but in reverse. The flames are sucked into Jessica's body, and we hear a voice ask "Why, Sam?" Sam wakes up with a gasp; he lies on the bed, Dean sits in a chair, reading a book. He looks over at his brother when he awakens. "Why'd you let me fall asleep?" asks Sam. "Cause I'm an awesome brother," answers Dean. "So what did you dream about?" "Lollipops and candy canes," lies Sam. "Yeah, sure," says Dean sarcastically. "Did you find anything?" asks Sam. "Oh besides a whole new level of frustration?" Dean asks. Sam sits up. "No. I've looked at everything," says Dean, "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. Sam falls back on the bed. "Maybe we just haven't found it yet," he suggests. "I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area, you know," says Dean--"eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing. Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary." Sam's cell phone rings; he answers. "Hello?" We don't hear who's calling, but a look of concern crosses Sam's face.


Park - Charlie sits on a bench, Dean sits on the back of it, Sam stands. Charlie sobs, "And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her eyes--they were gone." "I'm sorry," says Sam. "And she said it," adds Charlie. Dean looks up 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 assures her. "Oh God, that makes me feel so much worse," cries Charlie. "Look. We think something's happening here," says Sam, "something that can't be explained." "And we're gonna stop it, but we could use your help," says Dean.


Jill's room - Charlie enters, locks the door, goes over to the window and opens it. Sam enters first, Dean hands him a duffel bag. Sam sets it on the bed and starts going through it; Dean closes the curtains. "What did you tell Jill's mom?" asks Sam. "Just that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things," answers Charlie, "I hate lying to her." Sam pulls out a video-camera. "Trust us, this is for the greater good," Dean assures her, "hit the lights." Charlie turns off the lights. "What are you guys looking for?" she asks. "We'll let you know as soon as we find it," says Dean. Sam holds out the camera to Dean. "Hey, night vision," he requests. Dean turns it on for him. "Perfect." says Sam. Posing, Dean asks, "Do I look like Paris Hilton?" Sam walks away with the camera, opens Jill's closet door and begins filming around the mirror. "So I don't get it," says Sam, "I mean. . .the first victim didn't summon Mary, and the second victim did. How's she choosing them?" "Beats me," says Dean. Dean walks around the room with the EMF reader, Sam closes the closet door. "I want to know why Jill said it in the first place," says Dean, gazing at Charlie. "It's just a joke," she replies. "Yeah well somebody's gonna say it again," says Dean, "it's just a matter of time. Sam is in the bathroom filming around the mirror when he stops and sees dried trickles of something running out from behind the it. "Hey," he says. The other two turn to look at him. "There's a black light in the trunk, right?" Sam has carried the mirror out to Jill's bed and lays it on the bed upside down. Dean throws him a black light. Sam peels off the brown paper on the back of the mirror and shines the black light over it. We see a hand-print and the name "Gary Brymann."
"Gary Brymann?" questions Charlie. "You know who that is?" asks Sam. "No," she replies.


Outside, Dean and Charlie sit on a bench. Sam comes up behind them. "So," he says, "Gary Brymann 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." "Oh my God," says Charlie, "Jill drove that car!" "We need to get back to your friend Donna's house." says Dean.


Shoemaker residence - Sam and Dean are hunched over the back of the mirror with a black light. There is a hand-print on it, and the name "Linda Shoemaker". Dean and Sam exchange a long look.


Sam, Dean, Charlie and Donna are talking downstairs. "Why are you asking me this?" cries Donna. "Look," says Sam, "we're sorry, but it's important." "Yeah," says Donna, "Linda's my mom okay? She overdosed on sleeping pills, it was an accident, and that's it. I think you should leave." "Donna, just listen," attempts Dean. "Get out of my house!" yells Donna. She exits upstairs, leaving them alone. "Oh my God," says Charlie, "do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?" "Maybe," says Sam. "I think I should stick around," says Charlie. "All right," agrees Dean, "whatever you do, don't. . . "Believe me, I won't say it," promises Charlie.


Motel room - Dean sits by the computer. The printer goes off. Sam stands by the wall with the folder and turns around to Dean. "Wait, wait, wait, you're doing a nationwide search?" asks Sam. "Yep," says Dean, "the NCIC, the FBI database--at this point any Mary who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me." "But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town," says Sam. "I'm telling you there's nothing local, I've checked," insists Dean, "so unless you got a better idea. . ." "The way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern," says Sam. "I know," says Dean, I was thinking the same thing." "With Mr. Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run. . ." says Sam. "Both had secrets where people died," says Dean. "Right," says Sam, "I mean there's a lot of folklore about mirrors--that they reveal all your lies, all your secrets, that they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why it's bad luck to break them." "Right, right," agrees Dean, "so maybe if you've got a secret, I mean like a really nasty one where someone died, then Mary sees it, and punishes you for it." "Whether you're the one that summoned her or not," muses Sam. "Take a look at this," says Dean. We see a picture of a woman lying by a mirror in a puddle of blood. Dean prints out another picture and hands it to Sam--a hand-print and the letters T, R, E. "Looks like the same hand-print," says Sam. "Her name was Mary Worthington --an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana."


Fort Wayne, IN - Home of retired detective. "I was on the job for 35 years--detective for most of that. Now everybody packs it in with a few loose ends, but the Mary Worthington murder--that one still gets me," the retired detective tells the brothers. "What exactly happened?" asks Dean. "You boys said you were reporters?" asks the detective. "We know Mary was 19, lived by herself," explains Sam, "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." "That's right," says the detective. "See, sir," says Dean, "when we asked you what happened, we wanted to know what YOU think happened." The detective pulls some files from file cabinet. "Technically I'm not supposed to have a copy of this," he confesses. He opens a file with the same picture Sam and Dean found on the computer. "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?" asks Sam. "Not for sure," says the detective, "but there was a local man, a surgeon--Trevor Sampson." He draws out a picture of a man. "And I think he cut her up good." "Now why would he do something like that?" asks Sam. "Her diary mentioned a man that she was seeing," explains the detective, "she called him by his initial--T--well, her last entry, she was gonna tell T's wife about their affair." "Yeah but how do you know it was Sampson who killed her?" asks Dean. "It's hard to say, but the way her eyes were cut out. . .it was almost professional," says the detective. "But you could never prove it?" asks Dean. "No. No prints, no witnesses," says the detective,"he was meticulous." "Is he still alive?" asks Dean. "Nope," says the detective," sitting down with a sigh, "If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guy's secret. But she never could." "Where's she buried?" asks Sam. "She wasn't," says the detective, "she was cremated." "What about that mirror?" asks Dean, nodding at the one in the picture, "it's not in some evidence lockup somewhere, is it?" "Ah, no," replies the detective, "it was returned to Mary's family a long time ago." "You have the names of her family by any chance?" asks Sam.


School bathroom - Donna and Charlie enter. "I mean, you bring these strangers into my house and they ask me things like that?" accuses Donna. "They were only trying to help," pleads Charlie, "please, Donna, you have to believe me." "What?" demands Donna, "about Bloody Mary? They stop in front of the mirror, still talking. "Please," says Charlie, "I know it sounds crazy." "Crazy doesn't even begin to cover it," says Donna, "I mean it's one thing for my sister to believe this crap, she's 12. But you?" "Think about the way your dad died, okay?" cries Charlie, "and the way Jill died." "Okay so. . .begins Donna, turning to face the mirror,
"Bloody Mary." "No!" begs Charlie. "Bloody Mary," continues Donna. "Bloody Mary," finishes Donna. She turns back to Charlie. "See?" she says--"nothing happened." Scared, Charlies asks, "Why would you do that?" "Oh my God," says Donna, disgusted, "there really is something wrong with you." She walks away from her friend.


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Charlie sits in chemistry class, listening to her male teacher drone on: "Elements that lose electrons become positive ions, which are smaller than other atoms of the same element." Charlie opens up her compact and looks in the mirror. Teacher: "Therefore the ionic radius is smaller than the atomic radius." Charlie sees Mary in the corner of the mirror and screams. The class freaks out as she starts racing around the room, terrified. "Charlie!" calls the teacher. Charlie spies the reflection of ... read more Charlie sits in chemistry class, listening to her male teacher drone on: "Elements that lose electrons become positive ions, which are smaller than other atoms of the same element." Charlie opens up her compact and looks in the mirror. Teacher: "Therefore the ionic radius is smaller than the atomic radius." Charlie sees Mary in the corner of the mirror and screams. The class freaks out as she starts racing around the room, terrified. "Charlie!" calls the teacher. Charlie spies the reflection of Mary in the door window, picks up a stool and throws it through the window. The teacher, horrified, blares, "Charlie!!!" and grabs hold of her by her arms, staring at her. "Charlie stop it!" demands the teacher--"What's wrong? Just calm down." Charlie sees Mary in the reflection of the teacher's glasses, screams "Let me go!" and runs from the room. "Charlie!" calls the teacher, but the poor girl is long gone.

Sam and Dean are motoring in the Impala. Sam, on his cell phone: "Oh really? Ah, that's too bad, Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror. Okay, well maybe next time. All right, thanks." He hangs up. "So?" asks Dean. "So that was Mary's brother," replies Sam,"the mirror was in the family for years, until he sold it one week ago to a store called Estate Antiques, a store in Toledo. "So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" asks Dean. "Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow," says Sam. "Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" asks Dean. "Yeah there is," says Sam; "yeah, when someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped." "So Mary dies in front of a mirror, and it draws in her spirit," says Dean. "Yeah, but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?" asks Sam. "I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it," says Dean. "Yeah, I don't know, maybe," says Sam, whose cell phone rings. "Hello," he answers, "Charlie?"

Motel room - Charlies sits on the bed in an almost fetal position, holding her sweater so she can't see to the sides, hiding her face. Sam and Dean draw all curtains shut, take down all mirrors and anything else that reflects. Dean covers up the TV while Sam sits next to Charlie on the bed. "Hey, hey, it's OK," he softly assures her, "hey, you can open up your eyes, Charlie, it's okay, all right?" (He is so sweet and kind, I just want to hug him!) Charlie looks up slowly. "Now listen," continues Sam, "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." "But I can't keep that up forever," says Charlie, her voice thick with tears, "I'm gonna die, aren't I?" "No. No. Not anytime soon," vows Sam, shaking his head. Dean sits on the bed, too. "All right Charlie," he says, "we need to know what happened." "We were in the bathroom," she says, "Donna said it." "That's not what we're talking about," says Dean, "something happened, didn't it? In your life. . .a secret. . .where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it?" "I had this boyfriend," explains Charlie, "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." She drops her face back on her knees and starts crying.

Sam and Dean are driving the Impala in the dark. It's pouring. "You know her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault," says Dean. "You know as well as I do spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, Dean," says Sam--"Charlie had a secret, someone died, that's good enough for Mary." "I guess," agrees Dean. "You know, I've been thinking," says Sam, "it might not be enough to just smash that mirror." "Why, what do you mean?" Dean asks. "Well Mary's hard to pin down, right? asks Sam--"I mean, she moves around from mirror to mirror so who's to say that she's not just gonna keep hiding in them forever? So maybe we should try to pin her down, you know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it." "Well how do you know that's going to work?" asks Dean. "I don't, not for sure," admits Sam. "Well who's gonna summon her?" asks Dean. "I will," says Sam, "she'll come after me." "You know what, that's it," says Dean. He pulls the car over."This is about Jessica, isn't it?" demands Dean. Sam sits, stone-faced, as Dean continues, "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 night--it'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," says Sam softly. "Well you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done," says Dean. "I could've warned her," says Sam. "About WHAT?" demands Dean--"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." "No you don't," says Sam. "I don't what?" asks Dean. "You don't know all about it," says Sam, I haven't told you everything." "What are you talking about?" asks Dean. "Well it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?" asks Sam. Dean looks at him, startled, and says, "No. I don't like it. It's not gonna happen, forget it." "Dean," says Sam, "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." Dean gazes at him angrily."You've GOT to let me do this," says Sam softly but firmly.

Estate Antiques - Sam picks the lock. The brothers enter the shop and find themselves surrounded not just by Mary's mirror, but many others, too. "Well. . .that's just great," fumes Dean. He pulls out the picture of Mary's murder scene and looks the mirror. "All right let's start lookin'," he says. Sam shines his flashlight on one mirror after another. The creepy shop has mannequins, a ticking clock, and old floor lamps. Dean suggests maybe they've already sold it. "I don't think so," says Sam, shining a light on one mirror. Dean checks the mirror against the photo. "That's it," he says, "are you sure about this?" Sam hands Dean his flashlight and they both move more closely to the mirror. Sam says, "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary. . ." He hesitates, looking at his brother, holding on more tightly to the crowbar he's clutching in his hands. "Bloody Mary," finishes Sam.
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A light moves over the walls--someone is coming! "I'll go check that out," Dean says, "you stay here. Be careful. Smash anything that moves." Sam tightens his hands around the crowbar like a kid at bat in Little League.

Dean walks slowly, crouched down, toward the front door. Spying a headlight, he mutters, "Crap." He hides his crowbar and heads toward the door.

Sam hears a breath and turns to look at a different mirror; when the camera focuses on Mary's mirror, we see he... read more A light moves over the walls--someone is coming! "I'll go check that out," Dean says, "you stay here. Be careful. Smash anything that moves." Sam tightens his hands around the crowbar like a kid at bat in Little League.

Dean walks slowly, crouched down, toward the front door. Spying a headlight, he mutters, "Crap." He hides his crowbar and heads toward the door.

Sam hears a breath and turns to look at a different mirror; when the camera focuses on Mary's mirror, we see her reflected in it.

Dean walks the final steps to the door and goes outside. It's two cops, holding guns on him. "Hold it!" they command. "Whoa, guys," says Dean quickly, "false alarm, I tripped the system." "Who are you?" demand the cops. "I'm the boss' kid," says Dean. "You're Mr. Yamashiro's kid?" Pausing, Dean tilts his head with an expression of "Huh?" on his face.

Inside, Mary appears in a different mirror. Sam spots her from the corner of his eye and smashes the mirror with the crowbar, sending deadly glass shards everywhere. When she appears in a different one, he smashes that mirror too. He turns back, once more facing her mirror. "Come on," urges Sam,"come into this one." Sam stares at himself or several moments, his reflection has now taken a mind of its own, much like Jill's. Veins in Sam's face appear on the surface of his skin; he has trouble breathing. The veins disappear, but a trickle of blood runs from his eye and down his cheek. He grimaces in pain, drops the crowbar and clutches his chest. His reflection cruelly says, "It's your fault. You killed her." Blood begins to drip from his other eye. "You killed Jessica."

Outside the antique store - "Like I said," says Dean, "I was adopted." "Yeah," sneers the cop." The two of them are now standing on either side of Dean. "You know," says Dean, "I just really don't have time for this right now." He punches one cop, backhands the other, then punches the first cop one more time, laying them out. Dean shakes his aching right hand.

Inside - "You never told her the truth--who you really were," accuses Sam's reflection. Sam is slowly falling to the floor, in agony. "But it's more than that, isn't it? Those nightmares you'd been having of Jessica dying, screaming, burning--You had them for days before she died. Didn't you?? You were so desperate to be normal, to believe they were just dreams. How could you ignore them like that? How could you leave her alone to die??? You dreamt it would happen!!!" Screaming, Dean smashes the mirror with a crowbar. Sam begins to take quick breaths, finally able to suck in air again. Dean kneels with Sam and takes his face between his hands. Blood is dripping down Sam's face in double streams from his eyes now. "Sammy!" calls Dean--"Sammy!!" "It's SAM!" corrects his brother. Dean moves his thumb over a line of blood running down Sam's face. "God, you okay?" he asks. "Uh, yeah," answers Sam painfully. Turning to look at the empty frame, Dean urges, "Come on, come on." He helps Sam up, looping his brother's arm around his neck. They start walking out. Mary crawls out of the frame that contained her mirror, over broken glass, straight for them. (She moves in a herky-jerky way that is totally creepy.) Both Sam and Dean fall to the floor, and this time, Sam's eyes begin to bleed again--and Dean's eyes start bleeding too! Gasping for breath, Dean picks up an unbroken mirror and turns it to Mary, who gazes at her reflection. "You killed them! All those people! You killed them!" screams Mary's reflection, bleeding from the eyes. Mary begins to choke to death and soon melts into a pile of broken glass. Dean throws down the mirror he held, which shatters. "Hey Sam?" rasps Dean. "Yeah?" Sam rasps back. "This has gotta be like. . .what? 600 years of bad luck?" Sam huffs. Dean makes a "Just sayin'" gesture.
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As the Stones' "Laugh, I Nearly Died" plays over the soundtrack, Dean stops in front of Charlie's house. Dean turns off the engine and turns around to Charlie, who is sitting in the back seat. "So this is really over," she says. Nodding, Dean says, "Yeah, it's over." "Thank you," she says. Dean reaches back and shakes her hand. She gives him a small smile and then climbs out of the car. As she's walking up the driveway Sam, who's been silent up until now, calls her. "Charlie." She stops and tur... read more As the Stones' "Laugh, I Nearly Died" plays over the soundtrack, Dean stops in front of Charlie's house. Dean turns off the engine and turns around to Charlie, who is sitting in the back seat. "So this is really over," she says. Nodding, Dean says, "Yeah, it's over." "Thank you," she says. Dean reaches back and shakes her hand. She gives him a small smile and then climbs out of the car. As she's walking up the driveway Sam, who's been silent up until now, calls her. "Charlie." She stops and turns around. "Your boyfriend's death," says Sam, "you really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happen." Charlie gives him a small smile, then turns around to go into the house. "That's good advice," says Dean, tapping his shoulder lightly. They smile. Dean starts the engine drive off.

The Impala drives through a town. "Hey Sam?" asks Dean. "Yeah?" asks Sam. "Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret was," prods Dean. "Look," says Sam, "you're my brother and I'd die for you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself." Sam looks at him and Dean gives him a quick (hurt?) look and focuses on the road again. With a smile playing on his lips, Sam does the same until he see sees Jessica in a white dress standing on the street corner next to a light pole, watching him. The smile leaves Sam's face and he keeps looking at her when she disappears behind the pole as the camera moves around it. A look of astonishment, fear and confusion goes over his face and then he clenches his jaws. Dean looks over at him, realizing something's going on with his brother, but refrains from saying anything. The final few notes of "Laugh, I Nearly Died," plays over Sam's troubled face as the screen goes black. read less

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