The Winchester's were driving down the road. Sam is on the phone to the Worthingtons.
"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."
"So?" Dean asked, after Sam finished the call.
"So that was Mary's brother. 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?" Millie gathered.
"Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow."
"Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, there is." Millie confirmed. "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."
"Yeah, but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?" Sam questioned.
"I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it."
"Yeah, I don't know, maybe." Sam's phone began to ring. "Hello. Charlie?"
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The Winchesters were at a motel and Charlie was with them, sitting on the bed with her head in her knees, rocking back and forth. Sam, Millie and Dean were all trying to quickly shut the curtains and cover the mirrors by throwing sheets on them or facing them away.
"Hey. Hey, it's okay." Sam whispered to Charlie as he took a seat next to her. "Hey, you can open up your eyes Charlie. It's okay, all right? 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."
"But I can't keep that up forever." Charlie protested, softly.
"Not forever- just until we can figure out how to stop her." Millie assured her, taking the seat on her other side, but Charlie wasn't convinced.
"I'm gonna die, aren't I?" Charlie whispered.
"No. No. Not anytime soon." Sam told her.
"All right, Charlie, we need to know what happened." Dean said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"We were in the bathroom. Donna said it."
"That's not what we're talking about. Something happened, didn't it? In your life... a secret... where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it?"
"I had this boyfriend." Charlie started, tears streaming down her face. "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."
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The Winchesters were in the Impala, driving through the rain.
"You know, her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault." Dean said.
"You know as well as I do spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, Dean. Charlie had a secret, someone died. That's good enough for Mary." Sam countered.
"I guess."
"You know, I've been thinking. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror." Millie piped up from the back seat.
"Why, what do you mean?"
"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..." Sam recommended, making his siblings look at him. "... you know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it."
"Well, how do you know that's going to work?" Dean asked.
"I don't. Well, not for sure."
"Well, who's gonna summon her?" Millie asked.
"I will. She'll come after me." Sam told them.
"You know what, that's it." Dean snapped, pulling the car over. "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 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 convinced Millie we should drag you away from her in the first place."
"I don't blame you."
"Well, you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done."
"I could've warned her."
"About what?" Millie retorted. "You didn't know what was gonna happen!"
"And besides, all of this isn't a secret." Dean countered. "I mean we know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway."
"No, you don't." Sam told them, darkly.
"I don't what?"
"You don't... know all about it. I haven't told you everything."
"What are you talking about?" Millie asked.
"Well, it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?"
"No. I don't like it." Dean shook his head. "It's not gonna happen, forget it."
"Dean, Millie, 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."
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They made it to the shop where the mirror was sold. Sam picked the lock and when they got inside they saw there were lots of mirrors.
"Well... that's just great." Dean sighed. He pulled out the photo of Mary's mirror for Sam and Millie to see. "All right, let's start looking."
They split up, using their flashlights to search all the mirrors.
"Maybe they've already sold it." Millie suggested. Sam stopped his flashlight when he spotted a familiar mirror.
"I don't think so." Millie and Dean followed Sam's voice and saw the mirror he was looking at. Dean pulled out the picture to compare.
"That's it." Dean sighed. "You sure about this?"
Sam handed Millie his flashlight and turned to the mirror. "Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary..."
He looked back at his siblings, before picking up the crowbar.
"Bloody Mary."