Author's Note: So I've been neglecting my novel 'I Know I'm A Freak, It Comes With The Surname' recently because of how many other novels I've started. When I went onto my account and looked at what material I had already written, I noticed that I had a lot of unfinished ones where I had written Rose into the episode but only in like a few scenes. To make up for my lack of updating of that novel, I am going to publish my little scribbles from various episodes of the show. Here is the first. This scribble comes from 1x05, Bloody Mary. Enjoy :)
"You know, I've been thinking." Sam spoke up.
"That's always a bad sign." Dean smirked.
Sam ignored the joke and simply continued. "It might not be enough to just smash that mirror."
"Why, what do you mean?" I asked.
"Well Mary's hard to pin down, right? 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." Sam suggested.
"Well how do you know that's going to work?" Dean queried.
"I don't, not for sure." He answered.
"Well who's gonna summon her?"
"I will. She'll come after me." Sam stated.
"You know what, that's it." Dean pulled the Impala over. "This is about Jessica and Noel, isn't it? You think that's your dirty little secret that you killed them 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 them. Or hell, why don't you take a swing at me? I mean, I'm the one who dragged you away from Stanford in the first place." He stated.
"I don't blame you." He answered, in a quiet tone.
"Well you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done."
"I could've warned them." Sam blurted.
I immediately furrowed an eyebrow before turning to Sam. "What you do mean you could've warned them?"
Sam didn't answer, only sighed.
"It doesn't matter!" Dean stated. "You didn't know what was gonna' happen! And Besides, all of this isn't a secret, I mean we all know about it. It's not gonna' work with Mary anyway."
"No you don't."
"What?" Dean furrowed an eyebrow.
"You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything." Sam explained.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Well it wouldn't really be a secret it I told you, would it?" He stated.
Dean and I exchanged glances.
"No. I don't like it. It's not gonna happen, forget it." Dean spoke up.
"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." Sam stated.
Inside the warehouse, we walked into a room that was full of mirrors. "Well...that's just great." Stated Dean as he pulled out the picture of Mary's dead body to look at the mirror. "All right let's start looking." He sighed.
We all split up. Dean and Sam walked off down the corridor to another part of the warehouse while I stayed looking in the room.
Inspecting each mirror, I soon came across one that matched the one on the photo exactly.
"Hey, I found it!" I shouted to them.
Sam and Dean walked back in and over to the mirror.
Dean sighed. "You sure about this?"
Sam nodded and handed the torch to Dean. Taking a deep breath, he stood directly in front of the mirror. "Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." Sam picked up the crowbar. "Bloody Mary."
Suddenly, a light began to illuminate the warehouse.
"I'll go check that out. You two stay here." Dean stated.
I shook his head. "You need back up."
"So does Sam."
"I'm fine." I nodded. "Go."
"Be careful." Dean looked at Sam one last time before turning and walking off with me. "Smash anything that moves!" He shouted.
Hearing a breath, I turned to look at one of the other mirrors. Concluding that I must have been going crazy, I turned back to Mary's mirror to find her in it. I gasped in shock.
She then appeared in another mirror.
"Come on. Come into this one." I shouted before looking at my reflection which was moving freely of its own accord.
Suddenly, my lungs felt as if they had been blocked. Struggling for breath, trails of blood seeped from my eyes and down my cheeks, Dropping the crowbar, it hit the ground with a clatter before I clutched my heart as it throbbed painfully.
"It's your fault. You killed them. You killed Jessica and Noel." The reflection stated. "You never told them the truth, who you really were."
My knees buckled beneath me as I fell to the floor.
"But it's more than that, isn't it? Those nightmares you've been having, of Jessica and Noel dying, screaming, burning. You had them for months before they died. Didn't you!? You were so desperate to be normal, to believe they were just dreams. How could you leave them like that? How could you leave them alone, to die!?"
I breathed heavily in pain. "Gah!" I groaned.
"You dreamt it would happen!" My reflection shouted.
Dean screamed as he smashed the mirror with the crowbar.
Rose knelt down beside me before taking me in her arms. "Sam?"
Dean also knelt down in front of me. "Sam? Sammy?"
"It's Sam." I stated.
"God, are you okay" Rose asked, wiping away some of the blood from my eye.
"Uh, yeah." I nodded.
"Come on, come on." Dean pulled me up and wrapped my arm around his shoulders to take my weight.
Suddenly, Mary began to climb out of the mirror.
I gasped before the pain hit me once again.
We all fell to the ground, blood pouring from our eyes.
"You killed all those people!" She shouted.
"Hey!" Dean screamed.
Mary turned to look at him, before seeing her reflection in the mirror Dean was holding.
"No!" Mary screamed piercingly as she fell to the floor. Beginning to choke and splutter, she melted away into a pool of blood.
Grabbing her mirror, Dean smashed it causing the glass to shatter into millions of tiny shards.
"Hey?" Dean called.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"This has got to be like...what? 600 years of bad luck?"
Dean pulled up outside Charlie's house.
"So this is really over?" She asked.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, it's over."
"Thank you." She smiled.
Dean reached back to shake her hand before she got out of the Impala.
"Charlie?" Sam called.
Charlie turned around. "Your boyfriend's death...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 smiled faintly before waving and walking into the house.
Dean gently hit Sam on the arm. "That's good advice." He drove off.
"Hey Sam?" I spoke up.
"Now that this is all over, what was your secret?" I asked.
"Look...you're my little sis and my brother, and I'd die for you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself." Sam stated.
My gut twisted. He knew something about Noel. What did he mean he could've warned them?