Here's the deal. My new found obsession is Supernatural. I'll be focusing on this story for a while. Each chapter is like an episode, so they'll be fairly lengthy. I'll try to stay as true to the series as possible, just obviously adding my character. As always, please review. Your critiques are what make me a better writer. Notice I said critiques and not "rip on my story and my writing and make me feel like shit"s. Also, as busy as I am and as long as the chapters will be, I cannot guarantee a schedule of updates. I'll update when I can.
I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, plots, settings or scenes. I only own Allie.
Slivers of sunlight washed over the dingy motel room I spent the night in. I rolled over to face the clock. It was 7:30 in the morning. I wanted nothing more than to go back to bed, but the nightmares made that impossible. I decided that I'd finally get up and pulled back the dull scratchy sheets then walked towards the bathroom. Once I was in the bathroom, I closed the door behind me and turned on the shower to almost scalding hot. With sleep still in my eyes, I walked over to the mirror and stared at my reflection. My long blonde hair stuck up in all directions while my stormy grey blue half lidded eyes peered back at me and my full lips partially parted. I grabbed my brush and gently pulled it through my tangled locks. Once satisfied, I started to strip my clothes off and proceeded to shower then get dressed again. I put on my bra and panties then a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, black tank top and a grey deep v t-shirt. Afterwards I pulled on my knee high leather boots. They worked well for concealing weapons. I strolled over to the chair which my black vintage leather jacket was draped over, picked it and my keys up then walked out to my car.
My black and silver '67 Ford Mustang glinted in the sunlight. I smiled as I unlocked my pride and joy. My father and I had restored this car from a heaping pile of scrap to the glorious beaut she is today. I sat down in the driver's seat, inserted the key in the ignition and fired her up.
I had tracked down a job in Rockford, Illinois. Apparently this man came home, blew his wife's head off and then his own. It had happened a couple times before, all on the same day every year. Seemed a little odd, so I decided to come down and check it out. He had committed the murder-suicide after a call to an asylum where some kids were trespassing. I decided I'd check out the asylum today.
I pulled up to the Roosevelt Asylum. Gates surrounded the building and graffiti adorned it. It honestly looked like a shit hole, and I really didn't want to go in, but a job's a job. I slowly got out of my car and surveyed the area before jumping the fence and walking inside the crumbling building. "No Trespassing" signs littered the building, but naturally, that did not stop me from entering.
I quickly opened the main door and slipped in. Again, graffiti covered the walls from ceiling to floor. I remember reading the cops caught the kids in the south wing. I strolled over to the doors with the sign south wing posted above and noticed the chains that normally kept the wing off limits had been cut. Gently kicking the door open, I cautiously walked through and started surveying the area. The paint on the walls was cracked and peeling. Old asylum equipment was strewn throughout the hallway.
BANG!
I heard the main doors slam shut and two male voices begin to speak back and forth. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but that didn't matter. I quickly pulled out my handgun and waited for the men to walk past me. I was standing behind the doors of the south wing, when one of them swung open. They paused for a while and then walked through the doors. I didn't see their faces but I was now facing their backs. I cocked my gun to announce my presence.
"What the hell?" The shorter one said before they both spun around to look at me.
"Sam and Dean?" I asked with my gun still pointed at them.
"Allie, is that you? Damn, you've sure grown up!" Dean Winchester stated as he eyed me up and down.
After disarming my gun, I put it away and ran to give my childhood friends a hug. I ran right past Dean and tightly embraced his younger brother.
"Sammy! I've missed you!" I squealed as I wrapped my arms tighter around his rib cage.
"I've missed you too, Allie." He chuckled looking down at me as he hugged me back.
"Hey! What about me?" Dean called out.
"I'm not hugging you, perv. You'll probably start groping my ass or something." I said with a wink and stuck out my tongue at him.
"You know you want it." He said winking at me.
My cheeks started to turn pink as I turned back to Sam.
"So what have you guys been up to?" I asked trying to get Dean's flirting off my mind.
"Looking for our dad and picking up jobs here and there." Dean answered as he walked up behind me and smacked my ass.
My eyes widened in shock. Quickly snapping out of it, I grabbed his hand and threw it back in his chest. "Bad dog." I scolded. "Now what's up with your dad?" I asked trying to get back on track.
"Nothing, he's just MIA." Sam said.
"He's okay though?" I questioned trying to get a clearer picture of what was going on.
"We think. So what brings you here?" Sam asked obviously avoiding my questions.
"Um, the same thing that brings you here…" I replied, like it was some sort of trick question.
"Yeah, duh." He said.
"You guys wanna team up for this job?" I asked.
"Of course." Dean said while winking.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Okay, then let's go."
We began walking down the hall again. At the end of the hall was an examination room with a name plaque. The name on the plaque was "Chief of State Stanford Ellicott M.D.". I looked around the room and noticed the tension between the two boys.
"I'm gonna go look around…" I said awkwardly.
I quickly left to give the boys their privacy to work things out. I don't know what was upsetting them, but it was obviously something big. After their discussion, the brothers finally came out.
"Looks like we have some investigating to do." Dean said with a smirk as we left the building.
"That's usually how it goes." I said smiling up at him.
"Yeah, yeah small fry." He retorted.
"You know, I've grown up a lot in the past couple of years, so make fun of me all you want. It doesn't bother me." I smiled triumphantly back at him.
"Yeah, whatever. Where are you staying?" He asked, obviously defeated.
"Some icky motel. You guys?"
"Same. Hey, I forgot to ask, how's your uncle doing?" Sam answered then replied with his own question.
"I'm not really sure. I've been on the road a lot, hunting and what not, but when I talk to him on the phone he seems a little depressed." I responded. "Well, I better get back to my room so I can do a little research of my own. Meet back here tonight?" I inquired.
"Sure thing. Just come prepared." Dean said.
"I always do." I retorted while turning my back on him then looking over my shoulder to wink at him, but not before catching him checking out my ass.
Pulling up to the asylum, I saw that Dean and Sam were already here. They didn't look like they had been waiting too long. I put my shot gun in my boot, a knife in my other boot and a handgun in my jacket then raced over to the boys.
"Ready to do this?" I asked with an enormous smile plastered on my face as I grabbed Dean's hand and pulled him towards the building.
"Why are you so excited?" He asked with a chuckle.
"I've missed hunting with you boys. Now, enough chatter. Let's get down to business." I said.
We hopped the fences again and proceeded in the building. We walked through the doors of the south wing for the second time that day. Dean pulled out his flashlight and EMF while Sam pulled out his flashlight as well as a digital camcorder. I did the same with the flashlight, because should we be separated, I did not want to be in the dark.
The EMF was going crazy and Sam was getting orbs all over the place. We walked down the end of the hall. This place gave me the creeps. I don't normally get freaked out, I mean I hunt ghosts and demons as a life style, but I really hate asylums…
I was looking around the room we had just entered, when all of a sudden I hear Sam shouting. I turned around to see a mangled old woman walking towards him. Before Dean could get his shot gun out, I had already pulled my mine from my boot and shot the ghost in the face.
"Thanks!" Sam said exasperated as he glared at Dean.
"No problem." I replied while giving Dean a smug smirk.
We started towards another room when Sam had a realization.
"That was weird." He stated.
"Yeah, you're tellin' me." Dean said.
"No, I mean it was weird that she didn't attack me." He clarified.
"Yeah, now that you mention it…" I began.
"She looked pretty angry from where I was standin'" Dean cut in.
"She didn't hurt me; she didn't even try. So if she didn't want to hurt me, what did she want?" Sam said.
"Shh." I shushed the boys. Something was off.
We walked by a room and sensed a presence. Dean pulled out his shot gun first this time, and all three of us slowly crept up on an overturned bed. Dean had the gun aimed at a slouched figure while Sam grabbed the corner of the bed. A cute young girl with long blonde hair spun around, obviously freaked out, and started to cower in fear with Dean's shot gun in her face.
"We're not gonna hurt you." He said with the gun still aimed at her. I put my hand on top of the gun and pushed down, so he'd get it out of her face quicker.
"What's your name, hunny?" I asked, trying to be somewhat of a comfort.
"Kathrin, Kat." She answered quickly.
"Okay. I'm Dean, this is Sam and she's Allie." Dean said for all of us.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked her.
"My boyfriend, Gavin, he said it'd be fun. I didn't think ghosts were real." She stammered.
"Okay, Gavin, is he here?" I questioned her, trying to get a head count on how many people were here.
"Yeah, he went off somewhere, and I heard him scream…" She trailed off.
"Alright, Sam here is gonna get you outta here, and I'll-" Dean began to say.
"What? No, I'm not going without him!" She exclaimed.
"Okay, I guess that means we're splitting up." I said.
I went with Sam and the girl went with Dean. As much as I would have rather gone with Dean, I didn't make a fuss about it. Anyway, Sammy was like my best friend, and we had some catching up to do. We started walking in the opposite direction of Kat and Dean.
"Gavin!" I shouted, trying to get the boy to respond.
"Gavin?" Sam shouted after me.
"So, Sammy, what happened to you? You kind of dropped off the face of the Earth for a while there." I asked him, honestly curious about where he had been.
"Well, I went off to college, started having a normal life until one night Dean shows up and it all goes downhill." He said with some bitterness in his tone.
"You went to college?" I questioned slightly shocked.
"Yup, Stanford." He answered with a proud smile on his face.
"Congrats! At times I wish I would have been college bound at some point. But when you're as wrapped up in this life style as I am, there is no gettin' out." I said with a slightly sour note.
"Allie, it's all in your head. You can make whatever life you want to have. You're extremely smart, talented and not to mention … beautiful." He awkwardly told me.
"Oh Sammy, you're so sweet." I said afterwards softly punching his arm and batting my eyelashes.
"Gavin!" He shouted before the conversation can get any more intimate.
We walked by a door and saw a boy with short black hair passed out on the floor. Sam ran into the room and began to shake the boy's arm gently.
"Gavin? Hey, Gavin, you alright?" He asked as the boy's eyes began to open.
"Who are you?" He gasped.
"I'm Allie and this big oaf is Sam." I said smirking at him. "We found your girlfriend, and she's looking for you." I answered.
"What? Is she okay?" He questioned.
"She's fine. Are you okay? What happened?" Sam asked him.
"I-I don't know. There was this girl, and h-h-her face was all messed up… she… she kissed me…" He said awkwardly.
"But you're okay? She didn't try to hurt you or anything, did she?" I asked him, concerned about his safety.
"Dude, she KISSED me. I'm scarred for life!" He exclaimed.
"Trust me, it could have been a lot worse. Now did she do anything else?" Sam inquired, trying to get some information out of the boy.
"Uhh… Yeah! She whispered something in my ear." Gavin recalled.
"What did she say?" Sam asked.
"I don't know… I ran like hell!" Gavin responded.
"Okay, let's get this show on the road." I said as I grabbed Sam's hand and turned him around to lead the group back to Dean and Kat.
We walked down the halls in a comfortable silence. I didn't want to deal with the kid's questions and apparently he didn't have any. Nor was I about to have an intimate conversation with Sam while some kid I'd just met minutes ago was tagging along. We continued down the hall until we saw Dean prying at a metal door.
"What's going on?" I shouted as we came up on him.
"One of 'ems got her!" He shouted back.
"KAT!" Gavin yelled at the door.
"HELP ME!" sounded her muffled screams. "One's in here!"
"Kat! Listen to me!" Sam yelled at the door. "You have to face it! You have to calm down! It's not gonna hurt you!"
"She has to what?" Dean asked as he continued prying at the door.
"They don't want to hurt you! They just want to be heard!" I yelled at the door as well.
Dean stopped prying at the door and a few moments passed by. It was dead silent in those passing moments. Finally, the door slowly swung open, and Kat emerged fully intact. Dean grabbed her arm and pulled her out then proceeded into the room along with Sam to make sure the ghost was gone.
"One thirty seven." Kat said.
"What?" Dean asked her.
"One thirty seven. It's what he whispered in my ear. One thirty seven." She explained.
"Room number." Sam, Dean and I all breathed together.
"So whatever they've been trying to tell us must be in room one thirty seven." Dean stated. "Alright, so, you guys ready to leave this place?" He asked turning to face Kat and Gavin.
"That's an understatement." The exhausted girl said.
"You get 'em outta here. We'll go find room one three seven." Dean said to Sam as he grabbed my hand.
My heart skipped a beat at Dean's touch. Ever since we were kids, I've had a mega crush on him. It always made me feel so childish. His charm was over whelming at times, but easily ceased by his perverted behaviors.
We began walking down a hall, like all the others, littered with old psychiatric equipment. Sometimes the halls were so cluttered it was difficult to maneuver through. At times, I'd have to get so close to Dean I'd be pressed up tight against his taught body and could feel his muscles flexing as we moved through.
"I don't understand why we can't just go single file…" I mumbled.
"I don't want to lose sight of you." He stated with genuine concern. "And who would want to?" He asked grabbing my ass for the second time that day and completely ruining the moment.
"You're such a pig sometimes." I said quietly, but just loud enough for him to hear.
We walked up on a room that was obviously an office. Papers and notes were scattered throughout the entire room. Dean and I started to sift through them trying to find some useful information. I glanced up from some notes on a lobotomy procedure to see Dean messing around with a hidden compartment in the wall.
"Hey, hey, so you actually are useful." I said lightheartedly while winking at him to let him know I was only joking.
"Yeah, yeah. Check this out." He said pulling out an old leather briefcase.
He pulled out some papers labeled "patient's journals". They were notes on some very, very controversial procedures; extreme lobotomies, weird homemade tools, electro therapy. We sifted through the notes for a while. I abruptly got up and walked out of the room. Dean dropped the papers and followed me out.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Fine." I lied. I knew that he could tell something was up. He always knew.
"You sure about that?" He asked again.
"I-I… it's just… I don't like asylums." I blurted out.
"Well why would you take a case at one if you don't like 'em?" He questioned with a small chuckle.
"What do you know about my parents?" I asked Dean as I brought my head up to look him in the eyes.
"That they both died when you were very young, and that's why you went to go live with Bobby. Why?" He asked a little confused.
"My mom used to be a hunter, a damn good one at that. When I was only five years old, she helped this woman who in turn got my mother sent to the nut house. Some gratitude, huh? Long story short, she was locked up until my dad busted her out, but we would go and visit her… often. I made some friends and had to watch them be subjected to modern day torture; forced to take pills that take away their personalities. They tried to do that to my mother as well. She out smarted them though. And the way the nurses and doctors treated the patients was horrible. It was like they were second class citizens. Occasionally there would be the genuinely kind nurse or doctor, but they were rare." I explained. Pausing for only a second, I resumed my train of thought. "If psychiatric medicine has improved so much over the years, imagine all the horrible things these patients had to go through…" I concluded my story.
"Listen, Allie, I'm really sorr-" Dean started.
"I didn't tell you that because I want your pity. I know that's not how you're trying to come across right now; it's just how it's making me feel. I just told you because you asked." I interjected. "Let's just go find Sam and let him know what we found." I said, gathering my composure and walking away.
We followed the halls back to the entrances. Dean turned the corner and the quickly turned back around, grabbing me and pulling me to the ground.
"What the hell?" I yelled as I heard a shot fired.
"Don't shoot! It's us!" Dean shouted at the young couple.
Dean quickly got up and held out his hand to help me up.
"Sorry!" Kat apologized to us.
"What are you still doing here? And where's Sam?" Dean asked with a slightly pissed off tone.
"We're trapped. And he went to go find you in the basement after you called." The kids answered.
"What? I didn't call him." He said with a confused expression.
"But he said it was you." Kat said with a frightened look on her face.
"Basement, huh?"
"Uh huh." Kat nodded.
"Alright, watch yourselves. And watch out for me." He added the last part with a little resentment.
Dean and I quickly strolled off to the basement in search of Sam. We made it down there quickly.
"Sammy? You down here? Sam? Sa-" Dean was interrupted by Sam slipping out from the shadows into plain sight. "Damn it, Sammy! Answer me when I call you."
"I think something lured me down here." Sam said, completely changing the subject.
"Yeah, and we know who. Dr. Ellicott. That's what the spirits have been trying to tell us. You haven't seen him, have you?" Dean questioned.
"What? No." Sam answered. "How do you know it was him?" Sam asked right back at Dean.
"I found his log book. He was experimenting on his patients, some awful stuff. It made lobotomies look like a cake walk." Dean stated.
"But it was the patients who rioted against Dr. Ellicott…" Sam said.
"Yeah, against Dr. Ellicott." I said.
"Yup, turns out Dr. Feel Good was working on some extreme rage therapy. He thought that if he could get his patients to vent their anger, than they would be cured of it. But it only made things worse and worse, and the patients angrier and angrier. What if his spirit is doing the same thing?" Dean concluded. "Come on. We gotta find his bones and torch him." Dean said turning away.
"How?" Sam scoffed. "The police never found him."
"His book said he had some sort of secret room down here where he would do the procedures. If I were a patient, I'd drag his ass down here and do a little experimentin' of my own." Dean explained, again turning his back on Sam and walking forward to find the room.
Dean opened a door and walked through. I followed him and left Sam standing in the hallway. Dean and I started looking around in the room when Sam came in behind us.
"I told you, I looked everywhere and didn't find anything." He said.
"Well that's why they call it hidden." Dean said. "Do you hear that?"
"What?" Sam asked with an attitude.
"Yeah, sounds like… wind." I answered.
Dean bent down by a wall and ran his hand along the bottom of it.
"There's a door here." He said.
All of a sudden Sam whipped out his gun and aimed it at Dean. My eyes widened as I looked at what Sam was doing.
"Dean." He said.
Dean looked up and saw the gun in his face. He looked from the gun to Sam's face. His expression showed no fear. It was more of a "What the fuck do you think you can do with that?" look.
"Step away from the door." Sam said as he wiped some blood from his nose and Dean slowly got up.
"Put the gun down, Sam." Dean said.
"Is that an order?" Sam asked with the gun still pointed at Dean.
"No, more like a friendly request…" Dean answered.
"Cause I'm gettin' pretty tired of takin' your orders." He said, a devious smirk playing on his lips.
"I knew it. Ellicott did somethin' to you, didn't he?" Dean asked.
"For once in your life, just shut your mouth!" Sam snapped at his brother.
"What are you gonna do, Sam? That gun is full of rock salt. You can't kill me-"
BANG!
"No, but it'll hurt like hell." He answered after shooting Dean in the chest.
"SAM! What are you-" I started to say but was interrupted by Sam throwing me against the wall.
"Stay out of this, Allie." He said as he began to walk towards Dean.
The lines of Sam's figure began to blur a little, but I fought to maintain consciousness. I heard Dean grunting and Sam walking to his brother.
"Don't worry, Sam. We just have to find Ellicott's bones and burn them, and then this'll all be over. You'll be back to normal." Dean assured his brother.
"I am normal. I'm just tellin' the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? Because you're following Dad's orders like a good little soldier? Cause you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?" Sam shouted at Dean.
I felt wrong listening in on their fight. Clearly it wasn't really Sam saying all this stuff. Ellicott had done something to him, causing him to vent these feelings, but that's just it. He was actually feeling this stuff somewhere deep down.
"This isn't you talkin', Sam." Dean grunted.
"That's the difference between you and me. I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic, like you." Sam said trying to cut his brother deep.
"What are you gonna do, huh? Kill me?" Dean asked.
"I am sick of doin' what you tell me to do. We are no closer to finding Dad than we were six months ago!" Sam exclaimed.
"Well here, let me make it easier for you…" Dean said as he reached into his coat and pulled out his handgun, which was loaded with real bullets. "Come on, take it. Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt." He said shoving the gun at Sam.
Sam reached down and grabbed the gun. He took aim at his brother's head.
"You hate me that much? You think you can kill your own brother? Then go ahead. Pull the trigger." Dean spat.
Sam hovered over his brother, deciding whether or not to pull the trigger and end his own flesh and blood's life.
"DO IT!" Dean shouted.
That's when Sam pulled the trigger.
CLICK!
Sam pulled it several more times, but the end result always the same. No discharge. That's when I took the opportunity to punch Sam in the face and knock him off of Dean, who slowly rose to his feet.
"You really think I'd give you a loaded pistol?" He asked Sam, who was lying on the ground trying to recover from the hit he'd taken.
Dean walked over to him and punched his lights out. He walked over to me and even though I was woozy myself, I was steady enough to support us both.
"Thanks." He said not looking at me.
"Any time." I said awkwardly, realizing that I just said I'd punch his brother any time…
"Now, let's find Ellicott's bones." He told me after regaining his balance.
We began our search for the body. We looked behind curtains, under beds, everywhere. Then we came across a cabinet.
"He has to be in there." I said.
We walked up to it and opened the doors. There was a corpse in there alright. The scent of decaying flesh stung our nostrils. Dean and I both gagged as the smell lingered on around us. Dean quickly moved to his bag and grabbed the salt and began to sprinkle it all over Dr. Ellicott.
"Soak it up, you bastard." He said as he drenched the body in salt and accelerant.
We were so immersed in what we were doing, that we didn't notice Dr. Ellicott had been with us until he pushed a table into me, causing me to land on top of Dean. I pushed myself up quickly and didn't bother to apologize. We had dangerous ghost on our hands and our number one goal was to kill it. I looked over to Dean and saw Dr. Ellicott had his hands on Dean's head. A blue light was emitting from his fingertips. He was mumbling something about making Dean all better. I raced over to the bag, grabbed the lighter, lit it and threw it on the body. Dr. Ellicott looked up from Dean and saw his body was on fire. Using his moment of distraction to get away, Dean scrambled over to me. We watched Ellicott's spirit, waiting for it to burst into flames like every other spirit, but that never happened. It was like he turned to ashy stone and crumbled.
After killing Ellicott, Sam woke up and Dean made sure he was the normal Sam. I walked over to the bag and Ellicott's body. I grabbed Dean's lighter and threw it in the bag with the rest of our stuff. We went to go find the kids and lead them out.
"No more haunted asylums, okay?" Dean asked.
"Right." Kat replied.
They walked off, obviously not going to anything haunted any time soon. I turned around to face the boys and head back to our cars when Sam began to apologize.
"Hey man, I'm sorry. I said some awful things back there." Sam apologized.
"I'll be by my car." I said, not wanting to intrude anymore on their personal lives.
They only talked for a brief moment, and then the brothers walked over to me.
"So where are you headin' to next?" Dean asked.
"Not sure. Where ever the wind takes me, ya know?" I answered.
"Well if you're not going anywhere anytime soon, why don't you come back with us to our room, take a quick nap and we can catch up some." Sam suggested.
"Honestly, I'd like that… a lot." I said.
"Great, then it's settled." Dean said, quickly getting in his car.
I walked over to my baby, threw my weapons in the trunk, not bothering to put them away properly, and followed the boys back to their motel. We pulled up moments later to the same exact motel that I happened to be staying at. After getting out of the car and locking it, I raced over to the boys.
"I'm actually staying right on the end there." I said pointing to my room.
"Well, sleep in our room any way. I can take the couch." Sam said as he unlocked the door.
"Why? I can just go to my room and that way we can all have a bed?" I questioned.
"Or you can just sleep in mine with me." Dean said with a sexy, sly smirk while reaching for my ass again.
"Definitely not." I replied while grabbing his hand before it met my butt.
"Your loss, sweetie." He said as he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and landed on one of the beds.
"I guess that means I'm sleeping on the couch." Sam said, glaring slightly at Dean.
"Hey, you owe me after trying to kill me!" Dean rebutted.
"Hey, hey. It's fine. I can take the couch. Anyway, I'm the shortest." I butted in.
"That you are." Dean said, trying to get on my nerves.
I ignored his jack ass comment and began to take off my boots and jacket. I took off my V-neck as well and draped it over my jacket. I was never one who could sleep in jeans so I took them off too, revealing my lacey black panties that covered only half of my butt. I looked back at Dean to catch him checking me out.
"Naughty, naughty." I whimsically scolded.
"Oh, just come sleep in my bed. I'm too exhausted to try anything anyway." Dean pleaded.
"Fine. But one touch and you'll be eating through a tube." I said as I walked toward his bed and slowly climbed on to the bed.
I crawled under the covers and turned my back to Dean. He wrapped his arm around my abdomen and pulled me in closely to him. I didn't object. With his strong, muscular arms wrapped around me, I felt safe, causing me to quickly fall into a deep slumber.