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An Unexpected Visit

They'd been at it over a month now with still no sign of Dad. There had been hope once when an old acquaintance of John and Dean's called for help on another case and informed them that he found Sam's phone number by calling John's. Suddenly the phone that had given them nothing but disconnect redirects was now clicking over to voicemail in their father's voice informing people to call Sam if they needed help.

Sam had... not liked that development. Dean could understand why. Sam didn't have anything against helping people, but to have proof that their father was still out there and knew Sam was hunting... presumably knew Sam was looking for him... but, he was still staying out of communication? Dean could understand why that was upsetting. All he could do was keep trying to track the man down and hope when they did, Sam could get his answers.

They were in the middle of nowhere Illinois, Dean still recovering from his first and last airplane flight, when their hunt met with an unexpected snag. Dean walked into their motel room after sitting with Sam through his dinner to find their room occupied. A blond vampire was stretched out on Dean's bed, lounging. Inwardly, Dean started cussing colorfully while he pushed Sam as casually behind him as he could.

"Hello, Eric."

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He settled in the Impala an let the silence drag out for a bit. His eyes were focused out the window and part of him didn't want to bring this up seeing as how Dean seemed to be in a good mood right now and he didn't want to be bothered with the argument, but the more he let it drag out, the less time he'd have to convince Dean of it.

"Dean, I was thinking... Maybe it's not enough to smash just that mirror. Mary's hard to pin down, she can move from mirror to mirror obviously. So... maybe we need to summon her, tie her down,and then smash it."

Something about Sam's silence niggled at the edge of Dean's awareness, but he decided not to pry. They could talk after this case was in their rear view.

He glanced over at Sam's words and hummed thoughtfully. It made sense, but there was a problem. "I dunno how we'd do that. If we're right, she only comes after someone with a big, nasty secret of some kind. Plus, I'm already dead, so I doubt she'd waste her energy on me."

Well, it was now or never, really. "I can do it, Dean. She'll come after me."

He had a big, nasty secret, alright. She'd want him for what happened with Jess, for not warning her... for not doing anything for her.

"What?" Dean snapped his head around to look at Sam. Dean knew killers. Hell, he was one. There was no way Sam was carrying around the kind of secret that would draw in Mary. "What are you talking about, Sam? If this is about Jessica... dude, you didn't kill her. Something else did."

He shook his head at that, turning his back to the road for something to focus on. "I haven't told you everything about Jessica, Dean." The dreams that played out exactly how it happened days before... they weren't just nightmares, but he was just too damn obsessed with being normal to even consider it...

"Just trust me on this, man. It's the only shot we have... and if you don't let me do that, Dean, people are going to keep dying because of Mary. You know that."

He grit his teeth and stared out the windshield in silence for a few minutes. Sam was right that they needed some way to pin the bitch down, but use Sam for bait? No fucking way. Hadn't he already almost gotten his brother killed once on this case?

"It's too dangerous Sam. There's gotta be a better way."

"Dean, you're going to let me do this. You've got to." There wasn't room for argument in his tone. They weren't going to use anyone else, not for this.

"You know we have to."

"Fine," he ground out finally. "If it gets too close for comfort, though, I'm getting your ass out of there. Whether you want me to or not." Even if he had to burn down the whole fucking town to get Sam out safe.

Maybe it wouldn't work anyway? Maybe Sam just thought he was as bad as all that. Dean could only hope.

"Fine." It wasn't like he wanted to die or anything, but it was the best bet they had to save other people from dying... they had to take it. He settled back to watching the road, frown tugging at his lips.

"It's just up here."

When they arrived, Dean parked around the side of the building and slowly got out of the car. Looked like any other little antique shop in any other little nowhere town. Who would guess it had something evil inside?

He grabbed their bag and carried it to the door, letting Sam do the honors with the lock.

Sam went to get the door open... didn't take too long. They were pretty much experts at this sort of thing by now. Taking a step inside and muttering for Dean to follow, he paused.

There were a lot of mirrors in this place. "Great..."

He took a step forward, picture out of the mirror. It took some searching, but he did come across it eventually. "Think that's it..."

Dean paused in the door a moment to listen for heartbeats. Not going to make that same mistake a second time and risk Sam getting hurt again. The only living thing in the building was Sam, though. And maybe a couple mice in the walls.

He followed Sam in, checking mirrors against the picture his brother found. When Sam found it, he hurried over, fingers itching to just smash the thing. He knew Sam was right about trapping her, though. They had to be sure.

"You sure you wanna do this?"

He let out a sigh to steel himself, nodding before turning to the mirror. He took the crowbar he'd grabbed in hand an held it ready. "Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary."

He gave Dean a brief look. Couldn't deny he wasn't a little nervous. One near death experience a little bit ago was enough to do it to you, but it was important, so... "Bloody Mary."

He nodded to Dean to move back. He could do this one on his own, hopefully.

Dean was so distracted by his focus on the mirror that it took him a few second to notice the voices outside. One metallic sounding, and two living. Crap.... cops. He glanced at his brother anxiously.

"There're cops outside. I'm gonna go get rid of them real quick. If you see anything move, start swinging." Fuck, he hated to leave Sam alone here, but the last thing they needed was more civilians involved. He gave the mirror a last, worried glance and then headed for the front door.

He nodded, hand tightening on the crowbar. There wasn't anything... but eventually, he did catch something out of the corner of his eye and took a swing at the mirror, smashing it... and then another.

"Come on," he muttered. "Come to this one."

It needed to be her mirror.

He almost didn't notice how his own reflection was moving, not at first. Brows furrowed, all he can do is stare as it starts to speak, "It's your fault. You killed her. You killed Jessica. "

Oh, God, all of a sudden it's like he can't breathe. He can feel something wet drip down his face and if the pain is any indication, it's nothing good. He drops the crowbar, grabbing at his heart.

Fuck.

"You never told her the truth, who you really were. But it's more than that, isn't it? Those nightmares you've been having of Jessica dying, screaming, burning..."

Sam fell to the ground as the pain grew. This was bad. Really bad and Dean wasn't here to help him. "You had them for days before she died. Didn't you?"

He winced at that question, at the accusations. "You were so desperate to ignore them, 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!"

After a couple minutes of trying to straight up bluff the cops, Dean could tell they weren't going to go away on their own. And he really didn't have time to stand around and argue with them. He was just about to get frustrated and knock their heads together when he heard glass breaking inside. Okay, definitely no time for this.

He grabbed both cops by the collars so far neither of them even thought to reach for their guns. He threw all his will into his glamour, ordering them both to drive away and forget they ever came here. With as hard as he was working it, it occurred to him that he might be leaving permanent blank spots in their memories, but he didn't care. As soon as they wandered back to the car and started to drive away, he shot back into the store.

Sam was on the ground by the time Dean got back, crowbar on the ground beside him. It was hard enough to force in breath, let alone smash that mirror while his own reflection told him how pathetic he was, what a murderer he was.

This wasn't one of his smartest ideas after all.

Dean snatched up the crowbar in mind-step and hurled it into the mirror where his brother's reflection was still standing and snarling. What the actual fucking hell? That was just messed up. The glass was still falling from the frame when he turned to kneel beside his brother, thumbs gently rubbing away the bloody trails under Sam's eyes. The eyes were still there, at least, thank god.

"Sammy?"

"It's Sam," he managed, forcing himself to look up at Dean. At least the pain had stopped, even if he still felt pretty shitty.

"Cute." He snorted and helped his brother sit up carefully. The smell of his blood was mildly distracting, but he didn't dwell on it. Fortunately, his instinct to protect Sam was stronger than his need to feed right now, even though he'd skipped feeding after he woke up tonight. "Had enough fun for one night? I'd like to leave now."

Except that behind him, he heard the rustle of fabric and the crunching of glass under foot...

He managed a weak smile, nodding. "Yeah... me too."

He kind of wanted to get as far from this place as possible.

Except their job wasn't done apparently. Sam looked up, over Dean and there she was. Mary. Had to be. He let out another pained noise, curling back over. "Dean..."

Dean looked around sharply and saw her slowly walking toward them. At first, he flinched when she looked at him, but nothing happened. Her head tipped to the side, looking almost confused. He gave her a cold smile full of fang, "Sorry. Already dead."

What could he do now? They hadn't come equipped to handle a standard ghost. No way he was running out to the car and leaving Sam with this thing. He moved between her and Sam, but it wasn't enough. He could hear Sam's heart straining and the pained breaths he was taking. Dean was half a second from grabbing Sam and seeing if Mary could outrun a vampire, but a flicker of light off a piece of glass on the floor caught his attention and...

Worth a try. He grabbed the nearest mirror, yanked it close to hold it up in front of himself and was rewarded with the gravely voice of Mary's reflection listing back her own crimes. Dean watched her start to bleed and then disappear in a shatter of glass. He tossed the mirror down, destroying it and Mary for good.

Instantly, the pain lessened and Sam slumped in relief, ducking his head forward. "God..."

He licked his lips and shifted to try and get himself to his feet. Finally. This was over and they could get back to searching for Dad. "You okay, Dean?"

He wanted to get back to the room and take a shower or something. At least get the blood off his face.

He reached down to help Sam up and kept a hand on his brother's arm as he led him to the car. Once Sam was settled in the Impala, Dean climbed in to start the engine and take them back to the motel. "How do you feel?"

Sam shrugged and slouched down in his seat, tipping his head back. "M'okay. Wiped out, but I'll live."

It could have been a lot worse, honestly. "At least I still have my eyes, right?"

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