Chapter 1

Thursday at a motel in Louisiana

It had been over a week since Sam and Dean had sent that evil witch back to the dark place she had crawled from. They always managed to pick another hunt, usually after a couple of days, but nothing now for a whole week, stuck in this run-down motel in this dead end town.

And they were starting to get on each others nerves.

Dean lay stretched out on his bed arms locked beneath his head, feet crossed at the ankles, staring at the damp patch on the ceiling, he had come to know that patch of ceiling quite well.

Sam was sitting at the small table with the laptop open, scanning for anything that might get them back on the road.

Dean began to hum AC/DC's Highway To Hell, and moved a foot in time with the beat he could hear in his head.

"Dude, don't give up your day job."

"Sorry Sammy, but I'm bored, and we don't officially have a day job most of our work is in the dark, you'd better be seriously looking for a hunt, and not surfing the porn sites."

"Get your mind outta the gutter, Dean." Sam looked across the small room at Dean - he was so annoying when he was bored.

Dean didn't answer, his full lips twitching with the beginnings of a smile.

"Dean are you awake? I think I got something."

Dean lifted his head and looked at Sam, "You'd better not be yankin' my chain, Sam."

Sam's eyes slide to look at Dean and then back to the screen.

Dean was still looking at Sam, waiting for him to continue, the fading scratches on Sam's

right cheek left by the witch, still visible, but healing nicely, he waited, and waited. Not a word from Sam. The silence was deafening.

Sam knew Dean was watching him, waiting for him to say something about what he was looking at on the screen, so he deliberately said nothing, waiting for Dean to loose his cool, he also knew it wouldn't take long. Sam started to count up from 1 in his head, he was only up to 9 before Dean said through gritted teeth.

"Sam, are you gonna tell me or do you wanna die today."

"Well that didn't take long, I only got to 9." he had to laugh at the annoyed expression in Deans green eyes. "You should see your face."

"So not funny Sam."

"Okay, okay don't get your boxers in a twist." Still smiling Sam turned back to the laptop.

Dean lowered his head, and went back to his friend the damp patch, as Sam at long last began to read:

THIRD MYSTERIOUS DEATH ON ATHENS CAMPUS

The body of 19 year old Ian Collins was found on the upper level of the only unused building in the Athens Ohio State College Campus on Sunday, 7 days after he went missing from the abandoned building formerly the Athens Asylum for the Insane, Mr. Collins was taking part in a fraternity initiation, and was required to stay over night in the old asylum to be accepted into the fraternity, a week later his body was found there. An autopsy revealed Mr. Collins died from brain damage, the coroner said a medical procedure called a Lobotomy had been performed on Mr. Collins which was the cause of death.

A month ago, 2 college students Sally Browning and Steven Ashton both 20 disappeared from the same building after a student organized party, the last time Miss Browning and Mr. Ashton were seen alive they were ascending the stairs to the upper level. After the party they could not be located, their bodies were found 7 days later the cause of death the same as Mr. Collins. The coroner's report said all three victims had only been deceased for a few hours before discovered. Police are baffled as to the whereabouts of the victims between the time of disappearance and the time of death. Investigations are continuing into the mysterious deaths.

Lobotomies were performed as a treatment for people suffering with mental conditions such as depression and schizophrenia, a number of patients either died or were left in a catatonic or vegetative state by these procedures. Lobotomies have not been used on the mentally disabled for many decades.

The campus authorities have erected a steel security fence around the old Asylum to prevent any one from entering, and to hopefully avoid and prevent any further disappearances and subsequent deaths.

"Now that is a little weird." Dean said as he sat up and swung his legs off the bed. "You're thinking it might be something like Dr Ellicott and the Roosevelt Asylum."

"Makes sense the angry spirit of some wacko doctor who used to enjoy using these so called treatments on people with sick brains."

"So these kids all went missing on a Saturday night, their bodies found after 7 days, on the Sunday, which means they died on the Saturday night exactly 1 week later."

"They must have been held somewhere for days before someone or something turned their brain to mush."

Dean stood, picked up his duffle bag and started to throw things into it.

Sam still sat at the table, watching Dean's sudden flurry of movement.

Dean looked over his shoulder at Sam. "Look alive dude we've got work to do."

15 minutes later, Dean pulled the Impala out of that lousy Louisiana motel and pointed her in the direction of Athens Ohio.

TBC

My first attempt at fan fiction, please be kind and let me know how I'm doing, ta.