Three 10-year-old girls are playing “Truth or Dare” at the home of one of them, Lily Shoemaker. One girl dares Lily to enter the bathroom and utter “Bloody Mary” three times before the mirror. Legend says this will summon Bloody Mary, variously a ghost, witch, or wronged woman, who will scratch out the eyes of whoever summoned her. Lily takes the dare and says “Bloody Mary” twice. A wind starts to pick up out of nowhere. At the end of the third recitation, her friends hammer on the door, scaring her. However, Lily emerges unharmed. The noise rouses the girl’s father, Steven Shoemaker, who asks them to keep the noise down. He returns to his room, passing several reflective surfaces. Each one reflects a darkly shrouded girl, her face obscured by her hair. Steve goes to the bathroom and takes some medicine, and then stares in surprise at his reflection as veins spread across the right side of his face...Read the full recap
Dean: Dude, I earned that money.
Sam: You won it in a poker game.
Sam: But the eyes. What would cause something like that?
Coroner: Capillaries combust? Uh... I see a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims.
Dean: Yeah, you ever see exploding eyeballs?
Coroner: Yeah, that's a first for me.
Sam: Might not be one of ours. It might be just some freak medical thing.
Dean: How many times in Dad's long, varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing? And not some sign of an awful supernatural death?
Sam: Uh, almost never.
Sam: So we gotta search local newspapers, public records as far back as they go. See if we can find the Mary who fits the bill.
Dean: Well, that sounds annoying.
Sam: No, it won't be so bad, uh, as long as we... (sees the computers are out of order) Huh. I take it back. This will be very annoying.
Sam: Why'd you let me fall asleep?
Dean: Because I'm an awesome brother. So, what'd you dream about?
Sam: Lollipops and candy canes.
Dean: Yeah, sure.
Sam: Find anything?
Dean: Oh, besides a whole new level of frustration? No. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine, committed suicide in front of a mirror. And a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave. But, uh, no Mary.
Charlie: I'm insane, right?
Dean: No, you're not insane.
Charlie: God, that makes me feel so much worse.
Sam: So maybe we should try to pin her down. You know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it.
Dean: Well, how do you know that's gonna work?
Sam: I don't. Well, not for sure
Dean: Well, who’s gonna summon her?
Sam: I will. She’ll come after me.
Dean: You know what, that’s it. 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 dragged you away from her in the first place.
Dean: I don’t what?
Sam: You don’t know all about it. I haven’t told you everything.
Dean: What are you talking about?
Sam: Well it wouldn’t really be a secret if I told you, would it?
Police Officer: Hold it!
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys. False alarm. I tripped the system.
Police Officer: Who are you?
Dean: I'm the boss's kid.
Police Officer: You're Mr. Yamishiro's kid?
Bloody Mary / Mary Worthington: (to Sam, about Jessica) 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--you had them for days before she died. Didn't you? You were so desperate to be normal, 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!
Dean: (After smashing a room's worth of mirrors) sam?
Dean: This has gotta be, what, six hundred years bad luck?
Dean: Hey, Sam?
Dean: Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret was.
Sam: Look, you're my brother and I'd die for you. But there are some things I need to keep to myself.