A/N: Hello readers, old and new! Welcome to the sequel of "Adventures in the Asylum"! You thought Dean and Castiel would just end happily, huh? Wish that was the case-but not yet. Obviously the Voice and Lucifer were taken care of too quickly (seemingly), and the Voice is still too much of a mystery. That's why there's a sequel. So I hope you enjoy the first chapter in: Three Minds, One Asylum. Yes, I'm so original with naming my stories. Alright, enough chatter!
All mistakes are mine 'cuz I'm human and don't proofread my chapters (even though I should).
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor any of its characters.
Allons-y!
It's the weekend, and Dean and Sam are driving back to the house, just coming from a ghost hunt. It had been relatively easy, like all the hunts they had previously done. Over time Dean had allowed Castiel some free time when they were on hunts. Usually that time was spent with Gazardiel.
"So Sammy, what's the next case?" Dean asks, glancing over at his brother who is reading a newspaper.
"Um, nothing really," Sam replies. "Not anything that seems to pop out, any who."
"Alright, so we can take it easy for a while," Dean says. "How about we go get some pie?"
Sam scoffs and stares out the window. "Whatever."
"What's that scoff for?" Dean asks. "Pie's awesome. Especially apple pie."
"Actually, I was thinking of going back to that asylum," Sam says.
"Why?" Dean asks. "What's there that's so important?"
"Remember that Voice that took over Cas?" Sam questions. "I think it belongs to somebody. I think maybe that Leviathan doctor did something to somebody in that asylum and transferred it to Cas."
"So you want to find out who that somebody is?" Dean asks. "What would you do if you found out who it is?"
"We could get a better understanding of what this Voice wants," Sam says. "It obviously was 'pretending' to be evil, but what if there's something more?"
"Think we should call Cas?" Dean asks. "Maybe he has some insight on the Voice?"
"It's possible," Sam says.
Dean sighs and makes a left. "I really wanted my damn pie."
-SUPERNATURAL-
Dean and Sam arrive at the asylum around five in the afternoon. The place is quite nearly deserted now, it seems.
"Think anybody's still there?" Dean questions as they get out of the car.
"Maybe," Sam replies, then nods. "Call Cas yet?"
Dean shakes his head. "Hey Cas, buddy, we're at the asylum. We want to uh, check something, so if you come by that'd be really helpful."
A moment later a gust a wind signaled the angel's appearance.
"Hey Cas," Sam greets.
"Hello, Sam," Castiel responds, then turns to Dean. "What information are you looking for at the asylum?"
"Something about the Voice," Dean says. "We want to find out who it belonged to. We were hoping if you could tell us a bit out it."
The three walk into the asylum without problem. They wander down the corridors and come to a section that says "Authorized access only". Dean nods to Sam and they enter.
"The Voice is a man's," Castiel says as they enter. "Do you think the body is still here?"
"That's what we are trying to find out," Dean says, staying close to Castiel. "What the hell is this place?"
Sam turns on the light, emitting light throughout the room. Across the dusty damp room are tubes that seem to be filled with liquid. In the center of a room are three people: two guys and one woman. All with tubes implanted in them. Their skins are shriveled, as if drained from whatever blood and fluid they had in them.
"The Hell is this?" Dean says, looking around. "Some sort of sick project?"
"Dean," Castiel says, his voice tight.
Dean glances to the angel to see him staring at the man in the center. The guy's appearance is thin, bald, with black eyes that seem to be staring at them.
"This the guy?" Sam asks.
Castiel nods. "I… believe so."
"What was so important about this guy that his voice got taken out of him?" Dean asks, glancing around.
"Hey Dean, you know how it's really quiet?" Sam says. "Like in the way that it's too quiet?"
"Yeah, I got that," Dean replies. "You think someone's watching?"
"Dean," Castiel says again, backing away. "I don't like it here."
"What's wrong Cas?" Dean asks, standing in front of the angel to guard him. "Is it seeing the guy?"
"I have a bad vibe about this place," Castiel says. "We should not be here. It will cause chaos."
"Hey, that's what we're known for," Dean says. "But you can leave if it makes you uncomfortable."
"I'm not leaving you Dean," Castiel says. "Something can happen."
"Um, Dean?" Sam asks. "Is it me, or is that guy slowly moving?"
All three turn their attention at the guy in the middle, who is standing up. His eyes are completely black, his mouth open.
"This is a terrible version of Frankenstein if that's what they were going for," Dean says, taking out a gun.
Give me my voice, a voice says throughout the room.
Dean glances at his brother. "That wasn't you, right?"
"No," Sam replies, shaking his head. "I think it was that guy."
"How the hell is he talking?" Dean hisses under his breath. "I thought he had no 'voice'."
"It's the tubes," Castiel says. "Somehow the fluid passing through is giving him the ability to speak through his mind."
"Well that's not creepy," Dean mutters. "Look, uh, whatever your name is. We don't have your voice… at the present. But we can get it for you."
The man stares at them, walking slowly, the tubes attaches moving also.
I want my voice NOW, the voice says.
"Whoa, take it easy," Sam says, holding out his hands. "We'll get your voice. Just give us a minute."
The man glances toward Castiel and then raises a finger. You. Give it to me.
Dean growls. "Back off, he doesn't have your voice anymore. It's in vial."
The man pays no attention to Dean. Give me my voice NOW.
"I'll call Gazardiel," Castiel says, letting out a breath and closes his eyes. A moment later Gazardiel appears besides Castiel with the vial.
The man stares over at Gazardiel. That's mine, give it to me.
"Yeah, and we will," Dean says, "but we have no idea how to do that."
Tube, the voice says. Place it into the tube.
Dean glances at the pillar where the tubes connect. Gazardiel hands Dean the vial wordlessly and then Dean heads over to the pillar, aware of the soulless stare the man is giving. Dean finds the opening to insert the vial and is about to open it when the vial is suddenly knocked out of his hands. Dean backs away, startled, and finds himself face to face with one of the other guys.
"You have no right to be here," the man hisses.
"You reek, you know that?" Dean says, wrinkling his nose. "Calm down, I'm just trying to help one of your friends."
"We're not friends here," the man growls. "We're machines. Each of us have a stolen part for a reason. Together we kill."
Dean grabs the vial from the floor and back away to Sam, Castiel and Gazardiel. Sam tries the door, but it's locked.
"This isn't good," Sam mutters.
"Ya think?" Dean snaps, and then turns to face the three bodies who are all attentive now. "What do we do?"
"I'll try to hold them off while you put the vial in," Gazardiel says. "Should buy you enough time." The angel stalks forward, and holds out a hand.
Dean immediately runs back to the pillar and opens the cap. The other guy swerves his head and hisses, reaching out, but Gazardiel forcing him back.
"Sure hope this is the right thing to do," Dean mutters, watching as the mist flows into the tube. Dean closes the cap and rushes back to Sam and Castiel. Gazardiel pushes the three back and joins them.
The mute man blinks his eyes, watching as the mist in the tube travels toward him. After a moment he groans, a light shining within him. After a moment the man opens his eyes and grins, revealing chipped teeth, and then lets out a harsh raw laugh.
"Can we kill them now?" The other man hisses.
"Yes," the man, now with his voice, says, grinning. "Let's kill them." The three advance forward, claws out.
"Gazardiel, Cas, can't you guys zap us out of here?" Dean asks.
"This place weakens us," Gazardiel says. "We cannot teleport out of here."
"We're screwed," Dean mutters. "Dandy."
Another man suddenly appears from behind the three, one Dean and Castiel recognize. "Hello, boys."
"I thought you were dead," Dean says, staring at the Leviathan doctor.
"Try again," the doctor grins. "It's all part of my plan. Now, if you'll be so kind, hand me over the angel."
"Over my dead body," Dean says, standing in front of Castiel. "You're not getting within a foot a him."
"We'll see," the Leviathan doctor grins and snaps his fingers. The three humans stalk forward, empty eyes intent on their mission.
"Any last words?" The Leviathan doctor asks and then laughs manically. "Say your prayers."
A/N: Whew. Long chapter! But that's okay! Hope this chapter suffices! :D Hope to see you all in the next chapter!
Side story: So today I took my AP Calculus AB Exam in our multipurpose room at school. WARNING: It's friggin' COLD in there. Even with a jacket! So I was taking my exam and I was looking at my fingernails and they were literally turning blue and I was like: "O.O WTH… this is not normal." It was really weird. But I'm glad to be out of that room.
ANYWAY! Enough rambling!
Until next time! *salutes*
