Bloody Mary featuring Girl!Sam
Title: Girl!Sam Bloody Mary
Rating: Same as show
Parings: none
Characters: Dean, Sammi
Summary: My take on the series if Sam were a girl, while trying to keep as much canon intact as possible.
Here's part 1! There are a few pics with this episode, so dial up users beware.
Toledo, Ohio
The house was completely dark, except for a few candles. Three young girls were having a slumber party. Soft giggles filled the darkened living room. Sarah turned to Lily “Okay, your turn, Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.”
Sarah grinned mischievously. “Do you wanna make out with Benji Swartz?”
Abby laughed and Lily smiled, but didn’t answer the question. “Dare.”
Sarah frowned. “Okay, lame.” She paused a moment to think. “You have to…say Bloody Mary in the bathroom mirror.”
“Is that the best you can come up with?”
“Who’s Bloody Mary?” Abby asked.
“She’s this witch-” Sarah began.
Lily interrupted. “I heard she was a lady killed in a car crash.”
“It doesn’t matter who she is.” Sarah conceded. “Point is, if you say her name three times in the bathroom mirror she appears…and scratches your eyes out!” The other girls jumped and then giggled.
“So why would anyone say it?” Abby asked.
“Because it isn’t real.” Lily said wryly as she stood up.
Sarah handed her a candle. “No turning on the lights, and remember…three times.” She commanded.
Lily walked into the bathroom and looked around at the shadows on the wall. She closed the door and put her candle down in front of the mirror. “Bloody Mary. This is so stupid. Bloody Mary.” She looked at the candle flickering. “Bloody Mary.” She paused, waiting for something to happen even though she didn’t it want to. Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the bathroom door and she screamed.
It was Sarah and Abby. They laughed as she came out of the bathroom. Sarah poked her affectionately. “Scared ya.”
Lily laughed. “You guys are jerks.”
Lily’s dad appeared at the top of the stairs. “Lily.” She looked up at him. “Do you mind keeping it down?”
“Sorry Daddy.”
“Sorry Mr. Shoemaker.” The other two girls said in unison.
Mr. Shoemaker walked back down the hall. As he passed a mirror in the hall, behind him was the reflection of a young woman in dark torn clothing with black hair hiding her face. As he continued walking down the hall, the woman was visible in every mirror and reflective surface, but Mr. Shoemaker either couldn’t see her or simply didn’t notice. He walked into the bathroom and took some aspirin out of the medicine cabinet. He popped the pills into his mouth and then stared at his reflection in the mirror. He noticed a dark vein visible under his right eye and leaned toward the mirror, looking more closely.
Downstairs, the girls were still up and gossiping. “You so like him!” Abby exclaimed.
Lily’s older sister Donna, walked in the front door. “Hey geek. You guys havin’ fun?”
Lily smirked at her. ”You’re out past curfew.”
“Thanks Dad.” Donna mocked as she turned and walked upstairs.
Donna walked around the corner toward her bedroom and saw something on the floor in front of the bathroom door. She stopped for a moment, and then continued walking towards it cautiously. She put her hand on the bathroom door and pushed it open. The floor was covered in blood, and Donna screamed when she saw her father.
Sam opened her eyes to find Jesse on the ceiling, blood dripping from the large gash in his stomach. He was whispering to her. “Why Sam?” Sam screamed no, as he erupted into flames. Again, “Why, Sam?” but this time Jess was screaming above the roar of the fire.
“Sam wake up.“ Dean shook her awake.
Sam gasped and looked around the car franticly. She consciously slowed her breathing. “I take it I was having a nightmare.”
“Yeah, another one.”
Sam shot Dean a fake smile. “Hey, at least I got some sleep.
“You know, sooner or later we’re gonna have to talk about this.” Dean sounded less than enthusiastic.
Sam ignored the statement. “Are we here?”
“Yup, welcome to Toledo, Ohio.”
Sam picked up a newspaper with a picture of Lily’s dad circled. It read Shoemaker, Steven- The Shoemaker family is sad to announce the sudden death of their beloved father, Steven Shoemaker. Steven was 46…. “So what do you think really happened to this guy?”
“That’s what we’re gonna find out.” Dean said. “Let’s go.” He and Sam got out of the car and walked into the hospital. They made their way to room 144, the morgue. They walked in, past an empty desk with a name plate that read Dr. Feiklowicz.
The morgue technician looked up from his paper work at his own desk. “Hey.”
Dean smiled politely. “Hey.”
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah. We’re the uh...med students.”
“Sorry?”
“Oh Doctor…Figlavitch didn’t tell you? We talked to him on the phone. We uh…We’re from Ohio State. He’s supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It’s for our paper.”
The technician smiled, not really believing him or wanting to be bothered. “Well I’m sorry. He’s at lunch.”
Dean glanced at Sam. “Oh, well he said uh…Oh well, you know, it doesn’t matter. You don’t mind showing us the body do you? “
“Sorry, I can’t. Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want.” He smiled at Sam.
“An hour? Ooh.” Dean looked at Sam again. “We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then.”
“Yeah.” Sam agreed.
“Uh, look man, this paper’s like half our grade, so if you don’t mind helping us out.”
“Uh, look man…no.” The tech replied sarcastically.
Dean turned around and whispered to Sam through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna hit him in the face. I swear.”
Sam smiled sweetly and walked around to the side of the tech’s desk. She sat on the edge, leaned toward him a bit, and then affected her best southern accent. “I’m so sorry we’re late. He’s havin’ a ‘bad hair day’ ”. She used air quotes and purposely ignored Dean’s indignant snort. The tech smiled. “Ya know.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and angled her head, revealing a graceful neck to the man. “We didn’t get to choose out partners for this project, and wouldn’t ya know I’d get stuck with a lazy good-for-nothin’ who wants me to do all the work.” She pouted. “I finally got ‘im down here. It cain’t be too late now…”
The tech looked like he might be considering helping her out. It was time to push a bit harder. “Ya don’t hafta wait for the Doctor…” She leaned toward him again, giving him a good view of her cleavage. “I’m sure you could just let us have a little peek.”
He cleared his throat. “I guess a quick peek would be okay.” Sam jumped up and bounced excitedly. The tech grinned. “Follow me.”
Dean grabbed Sam’s wrist before she could walk away. “What the hell was that?”
Sam removed his hand from her wrist. “That was me getting us in to see the body.” Dean just stared at her. “Would you rather have had to bribe him with the cash you won hustling pool the other night?” She turned and hurried to catch up with the tech.
Dean frowned, but followed them. Sam didn’t hear his muttered ‘yes’.
The tech led them over to Mr. Shoemaker’s body, which was covered by a sheet. Sam stood next to him and ignored Dean’s glare. She looked up at the tech and continued her southern drawl. “Now, the newspaper said his daughter found ‘im. She said his eyes were bleedin’?”
“More than that. They practically liquefied. You might not wanna look.” He said as he prepared to pull back the sheet.
Sam pretended to steel herself and said, “No, it’s parta the assignment. I gotta see the body.”
He pulled back the sheet to reveal Mr. Shoemaker’s empty eye sockets. Sam gasped and clutched at the tech’s arm, turning her face into his shoulder.
Dean rolled his eyes at her overacting, but the tech was eating in up. “Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?”
“Nope.” The tech said. “Besides the daughter, he was all alone.”
Sam pretended to compose herself and turned back toward the body. “What’s the official cause of death?”
“Doc’s not sure. Massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that’s for sure.”
“What d’ya mean?” Sam asked.
“Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
“The eyes-what would cause somethin’ like that?”
“Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims.”
“Yeah?” Dean looked over at the tech. “You ever see exploding eyeballs? “
He shrugged. “That’s a first for me, but hey, I’m not the doctor.”
“Think we could take a look at that police report? You know, for our paper. “ Dean asked.
“I’m not really supposed to show you that.”
“Aw, sure ya can.” Sam had turned ‘it’ on again, much to Dean’s irritation. The tech mistook Dean’s annoyance for jealousy which made him all the more willing to help Sam out.
Sam and Dean were walking out of the hospital with the info they had been hoping to get. “Might not be one of ours.” Sam considered. “Might just be some freak medical thing.”
Dean looked at her. “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?”
“Uh, almost never.” Sam conceded.
“Exactly.”
“All right, let’s go talk to the daughter.”
“By the way,” Dean said as he walked on ahead of her. “Don’t ever do that in front of me again.”
Sam laughed. “Do what?” She asked innocently.
“You know what. And any guy that would fall for that crap deserves what he gets.” They had made it back to the Impala and Sam stared at her brother from across the car’s roof, not saying a word, just trying not to smile. “And you’re too damn good at it too.” He stated before getting in and slamming the door behind him.
Sam smirked as she got in the car.
Sam and Dean walked into the open front door of the Shoemaker house. People were walking around in black suits and dresses, obviously there to offer their condolences to the Shoemaker family. There was a picture of him on the desk, surrounded by bouquets of flowers.
Sam whispered to Dean. “Aren’t you glad I suggested we change clothes?” She had insisted they wear the suits they had bought for their stint as National Security Agents. Dean didn’t respond as they continued walking through the house looking for Mr. Shoemaker’s daughter. Dean asked a man where they could find her and he pointed Donna out. She and Lily were sitting on a bench in the backyard with two of Donna’s girlfriends. They walked over to talk to her.
Donna’s friend Jill looked at Dean appreciatively as he walked up to the girls. “You must be Donna right?”
“Yeah.” She looked at them trying to decide if she should know who they were.
Sam smiled kindly. “Hi-we’re really sorry.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m Sam, this is Dean. We worked with your dad.”
Donna looked at her girlfriend Charlie sitting next to her, then back at Sam and Dean. “You did?”
“Yeah.” Dean said. “This whole thing. I mean, a stroke…”
Charlie interrupted him. “I don’t think she really wants to talk about this right now.”
“It’s okay. I’m okay.” Donna assured her.
“Were there any symptoms?” Dean asked. “Dizziness? Migraines?”
Donna shook her head. “No.”
Lily had been sitting silently beside Donna, with her back to the others, but she turned to face her older sister. “That’s because it wasn’t a stroke.”
“Lily, don’t say that.”
“What?” Sam asked.
Donna looked up at them. “I’m sorry, she’s just upset.”
“No, it happened because of me.” Lily insisted.
Donna shook her head. “Sweetie, it didn’t.”
”Lily.” Sam crouched down to be eye level with Lily. “Why would you say something like that?”
“Right before he died, I said it.”
“You said what?”
“Bloody Mary. Three times in the bathroom mirror.” Sam glanced up at Dean as Lily explained. “She took his eyes. That’s what she does.”
“That’s not why Dad died.” Donna assured her sister. “This isn’t your fault.”
Dean looked at Lily. “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.” Lily conceded.
Dean smiled reassuringly at Lily. There was no way he was going to let the little girl blame herself, even if she had actually summoned a vengeful spirit.
* Edited to add that the pictures won't stay where I put them!!!
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Rating: Same as show
Parings: none
Characters: Dean, Sammi
Summary: My take on the series if Sam were a girl, while trying to keep as much canon intact as possible.
Here's part 1! There are a few pics with this episode, so dial up users beware.
Toledo, Ohio
The house was completely dark, except for a few candles. Three young girls were having a slumber party. Soft giggles filled the darkened living room. Sarah turned to Lily “Okay, your turn, Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.”
Sarah grinned mischievously. “Do you wanna make out with Benji Swartz?”
Abby laughed and Lily smiled, but didn’t answer the question. “Dare.”
Sarah frowned. “Okay, lame.” She paused a moment to think. “You have to…say Bloody Mary in the bathroom mirror.”
“Is that the best you can come up with?”
“Who’s Bloody Mary?” Abby asked.
“She’s this witch-” Sarah began.
Lily interrupted. “I heard she was a lady killed in a car crash.”
“It doesn’t matter who she is.” Sarah conceded. “Point is, if you say her name three times in the bathroom mirror she appears…and scratches your eyes out!” The other girls jumped and then giggled.
“So why would anyone say it?” Abby asked.
“Because it isn’t real.” Lily said wryly as she stood up.
Sarah handed her a candle. “No turning on the lights, and remember…three times.” She commanded.
Lily walked into the bathroom and looked around at the shadows on the wall. She closed the door and put her candle down in front of the mirror. “Bloody Mary. This is so stupid. Bloody Mary.” She looked at the candle flickering. “Bloody Mary.” She paused, waiting for something to happen even though she didn’t it want to. Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the bathroom door and she screamed.
It was Sarah and Abby. They laughed as she came out of the bathroom. Sarah poked her affectionately. “Scared ya.”
Lily laughed. “You guys are jerks.”
Lily’s dad appeared at the top of the stairs. “Lily.” She looked up at him. “Do you mind keeping it down?”
“Sorry Daddy.”
“Sorry Mr. Shoemaker.” The other two girls said in unison.
Mr. Shoemaker walked back down the hall. As he passed a mirror in the hall, behind him was the reflection of a young woman in dark torn clothing with black hair hiding her face. As he continued walking down the hall, the woman was visible in every mirror and reflective surface, but Mr. Shoemaker either couldn’t see her or simply didn’t notice. He walked into the bathroom and took some aspirin out of the medicine cabinet. He popped the pills into his mouth and then stared at his reflection in the mirror. He noticed a dark vein visible under his right eye and leaned toward the mirror, looking more closely.
Downstairs, the girls were still up and gossiping. “You so like him!” Abby exclaimed.
Lily’s older sister Donna, walked in the front door. “Hey geek. You guys havin’ fun?”
Lily smirked at her. ”You’re out past curfew.”
“Thanks Dad.” Donna mocked as she turned and walked upstairs.
Donna walked around the corner toward her bedroom and saw something on the floor in front of the bathroom door. She stopped for a moment, and then continued walking towards it cautiously. She put her hand on the bathroom door and pushed it open. The floor was covered in blood, and Donna screamed when she saw her father.
Sam opened her eyes to find Jesse on the ceiling, blood dripping from the large gash in his stomach. He was whispering to her. “Why Sam?” Sam screamed no, as he erupted into flames. Again, “Why, Sam?” but this time Jess was screaming above the roar of the fire.
“Sam wake up.“ Dean shook her awake.
Sam gasped and looked around the car franticly. She consciously slowed her breathing. “I take it I was having a nightmare.”
“Yeah, another one.”
Sam shot Dean a fake smile. “Hey, at least I got some sleep.
“You know, sooner or later we’re gonna have to talk about this.” Dean sounded less than enthusiastic.
Sam ignored the statement. “Are we here?”
“Yup, welcome to Toledo, Ohio.”
Sam picked up a newspaper with a picture of Lily’s dad circled. It read Shoemaker, Steven- The Shoemaker family is sad to announce the sudden death of their beloved father, Steven Shoemaker. Steven was 46…. “So what do you think really happened to this guy?”
“That’s what we’re gonna find out.” Dean said. “Let’s go.” He and Sam got out of the car and walked into the hospital. They made their way to room 144, the morgue. They walked in, past an empty desk with a name plate that read Dr. Feiklowicz.
The morgue technician looked up from his paper work at his own desk. “Hey.”
Dean smiled politely. “Hey.”
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah. We’re the uh...med students.”
“Sorry?”
“Oh Doctor…Figlavitch didn’t tell you? We talked to him on the phone. We uh…We’re from Ohio State. He’s supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It’s for our paper.”
The technician smiled, not really believing him or wanting to be bothered. “Well I’m sorry. He’s at lunch.”
Dean glanced at Sam. “Oh, well he said uh…Oh well, you know, it doesn’t matter. You don’t mind showing us the body do you? “
“Sorry, I can’t. Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want.” He smiled at Sam.
“An hour? Ooh.” Dean looked at Sam again. “We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then.”
“Yeah.” Sam agreed.
“Uh, look man, this paper’s like half our grade, so if you don’t mind helping us out.”
“Uh, look man…no.” The tech replied sarcastically.
Dean turned around and whispered to Sam through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna hit him in the face. I swear.”
Sam smiled sweetly and walked around to the side of the tech’s desk. She sat on the edge, leaned toward him a bit, and then affected her best southern accent. “I’m so sorry we’re late. He’s havin’ a ‘bad hair day’ ”. She used air quotes and purposely ignored Dean’s indignant snort. The tech smiled. “Ya know.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and angled her head, revealing a graceful neck to the man. “We didn’t get to choose out partners for this project, and wouldn’t ya know I’d get stuck with a lazy good-for-nothin’ who wants me to do all the work.” She pouted. “I finally got ‘im down here. It cain’t be too late now…”
The tech looked like he might be considering helping her out. It was time to push a bit harder. “Ya don’t hafta wait for the Doctor…” She leaned toward him again, giving him a good view of her cleavage. “I’m sure you could just let us have a little peek.”
He cleared his throat. “I guess a quick peek would be okay.” Sam jumped up and bounced excitedly. The tech grinned. “Follow me.”
Dean grabbed Sam’s wrist before she could walk away. “What the hell was that?”
Sam removed his hand from her wrist. “That was me getting us in to see the body.” Dean just stared at her. “Would you rather have had to bribe him with the cash you won hustling pool the other night?” She turned and hurried to catch up with the tech.
Dean frowned, but followed them. Sam didn’t hear his muttered ‘yes’.
The tech led them over to Mr. Shoemaker’s body, which was covered by a sheet. Sam stood next to him and ignored Dean’s glare. She looked up at the tech and continued her southern drawl. “Now, the newspaper said his daughter found ‘im. She said his eyes were bleedin’?”
“More than that. They practically liquefied. You might not wanna look.” He said as he prepared to pull back the sheet.
Sam pretended to steel herself and said, “No, it’s parta the assignment. I gotta see the body.”
He pulled back the sheet to reveal Mr. Shoemaker’s empty eye sockets. Sam gasped and clutched at the tech’s arm, turning her face into his shoulder.
Dean rolled his eyes at her overacting, but the tech was eating in up. “Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?”
“Nope.” The tech said. “Besides the daughter, he was all alone.”
Sam pretended to compose herself and turned back toward the body. “What’s the official cause of death?”
“Doc’s not sure. Massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that’s for sure.”
“What d’ya mean?” Sam asked.
“Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
“The eyes-what would cause somethin’ like that?”
“Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims.”
“Yeah?” Dean looked over at the tech. “You ever see exploding eyeballs? “
He shrugged. “That’s a first for me, but hey, I’m not the doctor.”
“Think we could take a look at that police report? You know, for our paper. “ Dean asked.
“I’m not really supposed to show you that.”
“Aw, sure ya can.” Sam had turned ‘it’ on again, much to Dean’s irritation. The tech mistook Dean’s annoyance for jealousy which made him all the more willing to help Sam out.
Sam and Dean were walking out of the hospital with the info they had been hoping to get. “Might not be one of ours.” Sam considered. “Might just be some freak medical thing.”
Dean looked at her. “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?”
“Uh, almost never.” Sam conceded.
“Exactly.”
“All right, let’s go talk to the daughter.”
“By the way,” Dean said as he walked on ahead of her. “Don’t ever do that in front of me again.”
Sam laughed. “Do what?” She asked innocently.
“You know what. And any guy that would fall for that crap deserves what he gets.” They had made it back to the Impala and Sam stared at her brother from across the car’s roof, not saying a word, just trying not to smile. “And you’re too damn good at it too.” He stated before getting in and slamming the door behind him.
Sam smirked as she got in the car.
Sam and Dean walked into the open front door of the Shoemaker house. People were walking around in black suits and dresses, obviously there to offer their condolences to the Shoemaker family. There was a picture of him on the desk, surrounded by bouquets of flowers.
Sam whispered to Dean. “Aren’t you glad I suggested we change clothes?” She had insisted they wear the suits they had bought for their stint as National Security Agents. Dean didn’t respond as they continued walking through the house looking for Mr. Shoemaker’s daughter. Dean asked a man where they could find her and he pointed Donna out. She and Lily were sitting on a bench in the backyard with two of Donna’s girlfriends. They walked over to talk to her.
Donna’s friend Jill looked at Dean appreciatively as he walked up to the girls. “You must be Donna right?”
“Yeah.” She looked at them trying to decide if she should know who they were.
Sam smiled kindly. “Hi-we’re really sorry.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m Sam, this is Dean. We worked with your dad.”
Donna looked at her girlfriend Charlie sitting next to her, then back at Sam and Dean. “You did?”
“Yeah.” Dean said. “This whole thing. I mean, a stroke…”
Charlie interrupted him. “I don’t think she really wants to talk about this right now.”
“It’s okay. I’m okay.” Donna assured her.
“Were there any symptoms?” Dean asked. “Dizziness? Migraines?”
Donna shook her head. “No.”
Lily had been sitting silently beside Donna, with her back to the others, but she turned to face her older sister. “That’s because it wasn’t a stroke.”
“Lily, don’t say that.”
“What?” Sam asked.
Donna looked up at them. “I’m sorry, she’s just upset.”
“No, it happened because of me.” Lily insisted.
Donna shook her head. “Sweetie, it didn’t.”
”Lily.” Sam crouched down to be eye level with Lily. “Why would you say something like that?”
“Right before he died, I said it.”
“You said what?”
“Bloody Mary. Three times in the bathroom mirror.” Sam glanced up at Dean as Lily explained. “She took his eyes. That’s what she does.”
“That’s not why Dad died.” Donna assured her sister. “This isn’t your fault.”
Dean looked at Lily. “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.” Lily conceded.
Dean smiled reassuringly at Lily. There was no way he was going to let the little girl blame herself, even if she had actually summoned a vengeful spirit.
* Edited to add that the pictures won't stay where I put them!!!
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