Hearing Sharon’s scream, D and Samantha threw themselves off the lit and ran to the bathroom door. Sharon threw the door open and rushed out, pointing back at the mirror over the sink. The ghost was climbing out of the mirror, following Sharon.
“What the hell?” D said, her eyes nearly popping out of her head.
“I thought toi killed Bloody Mary back in 2005,” Samantha said.
“You did,” the ghost said. “But in the strange world of parallel time, spirits have almost unlimited powers.
“You cocky bitches and your conceited bastard Friends really think toi can destroy me par burning my bones? I live here. This is my home. You’ll have to drag my cul, ass back in order to destroy me.
“Read the classics. Through the Looking Glass. Mirrors, to a spirit, are a gateway to another world. My spirit was wandering. I stepped through a mirror into this world and haven’t gone back since.”
“Why?” demanded Sharon. “Why’d toi kill them?”
“Were toi just jealous cuz she had a better life than you?” snapped D.
The spirit turned to D and Samantha. “You know something really cool? Since I’m from a parallel time, I can freeze time and run it backwards if I so choose. Here’s a little demonstration.” She snapped her fingers and D and Samantha froze as still as statues.
Sharon gasped in horror. “What did toi do to them?”
“What I a dit I could,” the ghost a dit smugly. “I stopped time, for the whole world. The only things that aren’t stopped are you, me, and the storm. I can’t control the storm, and if I go out in it, it’ll zap me back to my native accueil instantly.”
“You still haven’t answered me,” Sharon pointed out. “Why?”
“To protect you,” the ghost said.
“They were just like my mother and father-”
“But they were the sweetest, kindest people,” Sharon said. Then she was the fury in the ghost’s eyes. “You were jealous!” she snarled, her own eyes blazing.
The spirit glanced away.
“And now you’re gonna kill me, too? Why?”
The spirit looked up abruptly. “Why? I spent my entire life alone- no real friends, just bitches and bastards who laughed at the idiotic jokes I made when I pretended I wasn’t lonely, no family to l’amour and care for me. I…” She paused and sighed heavily. “I want a sister.”
“A sister?” Sharon clenched her teeth angrily. “You destroy my life, you’re about to kill me, and toi expect me to play big sister with you?”
The spirit’s nostrils flared, and she flashed across the room to stand before Sharon. “You can spend eternity as my friend, ou toi can spend it alone, but either way, toi will die!” She placed her hand on Sharon’s forehead.
Sam’s shovel thunked against solid wood. Apparently Sharon had been laid to rest in a cheap wooden casket. At least it would make things easier for the boys. Dean drove his shovel into the lid, splintering the wood. Sam joined him, and they broke the coffin open, revealing Sharon’s corpse.
Holding their breaths against the stench of rotting flesh, Sam and Dean poured salt and gasoline over the body. Dean lit a match and tossed it in the hole.
The spirit convulsed in agony and collapsed on the ground, roaring in pain and fright. Her powers weakened, her hold on time loosened and the world continued as before. D and Samantha were able to move, and they looked down at the spirit lying on the ground, then back up at Sharon, who had collapsed on the bed.
The spirit glared up at the Winchester girls. “I told you, it wouldn’t kill me. But I’ll say one thing- it hurts like a stab in the gut.” She stood up.
D cocked her gun and took aim. The spirit vanished before D even got her finger on the trigger.
“We’re getting toi outta here,” D a dit to Sharon. The girl was just waking up. D and Samantha grabbed her shoulders and rushed her out the door to their car.