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? home a place where i can go to take this off my shoulders. someone take me home, ?
in which carmen help's
her brother's find their
missing dad and help
peopled on the way.
( supernatural x oc )
( season...
Dean sat at the computer, now back at the hotel room. "Wait, you're doing a nationwide search?" Carmen asked grabbing a water bottle. "Yup, the NCIS, 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." Sam questioned.
"I'm telling you there's nothing local, I've checked. So, unless you got a better idea." Dean protested looking up at the younger brother. "The way Mary's choosing..." Carmen trailed off slowly blinking as the pounding in her head started to bother her more and more. "Uh, choosing her...victims, there has to be a pattern."
"Carmen, are you okay?" Sam asked as both brothers' eyes were trained on her.
"Yeah, I just, uh, got a bit dizzy...That's all nothing to worry–" She explained, pressing two fingers to the bridge of her nose while her arm reached out searching for a countertop. Missing it and starting to fall forward. Dean jumped upholding her waist as Sam grabbed her shoulders. "Carmen?!"
"I'm fine," She tiredly said, waving her hand at the two.
"Why don't you take a nap? We can pick this up in the morning, okay?" The oldest offered as she nodded, shutting her head lightly. Dean went on her right while Sam moved to her left, each wrapping either arm around their necks and their arms around her waist. Guiding her to one of the beds, "You'll feel better in the morning," he said softly after they placed her in the bed. "Mr. Whiskeys," She mumbled pulling the blanket closer to herself. He looked over at Sam who shrugged, neither one of them knew where the missing cat was. "Well, look for him." Sam told her as she mumbled an 'okay'.
The two waited until she was fully asleep, before focusing back on the case. "I'm really starting to worry about her." Sam said crossing his arms glancing back at Carmen.
"Same here." Dean agreed sitting back at the table, wanting to distract himself from the worry, anxious feeling filling him. "She had a point, though, about there being a pattern. I was thinking about the Mister Shoemarker and Jill's hit and run. Both had secrets where people died."
"Right. 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." Sam added.
"Right, right. 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,"
