You sat quietly in the motel room, watching as the Winchesters worked on the Bloody Mary case. Dean was pacing, frustration building. Sam was scanning through a book for answers. The air was thick with tension, and you could feel it, especially Sam’s unresolved grief over Jessica.

Dean stopped pacing and glanced at you. “Got any ideas?”

You nodded. “We need to trap her using a binding spell, tied to the mirror. She’s driven by guilt, and we use that against her.”

Sam’s eyes lit up. “That could work.”