Paranormal

Credit: Given to the makers of Supernatural; Thanks for the inspiration!!

Preface

The cold, deep, darkness seemed to press down on her heavily. If she didn't know any better, she would have concluded that it was slowly suffocating her as she stood there, fighting the chills. Not all the chills were coming from the unusually cold air. No, it was because of the person standing in front of her grinning an evil, unrecognizable grin. It was her brother; her dead brother.

Chapter 1: Beat To It

The two young men glanced at the hospital building uneasily. Oh yes- they had done this countless times before. But this case was pretty tricky. After all, you only come across so many strange human mutilations, that no one can explain, in a lifetime. And they had no leads on what caused it.

"It's worth a shot," the older-looking one said encouragingly, grinning. He had blondish brown hair, cropped, and green eyes. The other young man sighed, trying not to seem nervous in front of his brother. This young man had bright green eyes also, and dark brown shaggy hair. It was difficult to determine from one glance that the two were actually brothers, but they were; more deep down than anyone could imagine.

"Ok Sammy, let's go," the older one said, swinging open the driver's side door to their black '67 Chevy Impala. The other one, Sam, climbed out after his brother. He was considerable taller than the older brother, and he was quite lanky too. Both young men wore black suits and a tie, which didn't seem to fit their style at all. Sam straightened his black jacket nervously. He walked side-by-side with his brother quietly.

"…Are you sure about this Dean?" Sam asked softly. "You remember last time we were in Montana…. The authorities here are pretty strict."

"Ah, don't worry about it Sammy. You know we've done this before," Dean replied. Sam remained quiet as they walked toward the hospital entrance.

Inside the building, the two walked through the halls trying to looks important. A few people stared for a moment at them, curious, but turned away quickly. Dean being, seemingly, the leader, stepped up to a desk and quietly questioned the lady there. You'll be looking for Doctor Layner," she replied, pointing down the hall. Dean nodded, flashing a quick smile, and then turned back to Sam.

"See? Easy," he said coolly. Sam gave a small smile, slightly, rolling his eyes in irritation.

"Okay," said Dean, glancing around swiftly as they headed toward the other end of the hall, "we're looking for Doctor Layner…"

"Layner?" Sam repeated, furrowing his brow.

"I know, sounds stiff. I bet he's a dork," Dean replied. Sam shook his head but remained silent. That was not what Sam was thinking. Something about that named seemed familiar…

Quietly, the two made their way down the quiet halls.

"There," Dean nodded toward a door not very far off. As they neared the office, they passed a desk where two ladies stood. The one nearest Dean and Sam looked up. She was tall and thin, with long blackish-brown hair ad bright icy-blue eyes. Dean nodded at her, flashing an amazing grin and a wink.

"Hey, grab us a coffee darling," he called grinning. Before he could see her reaction, Sam pushed Dean roughly to keep him walking. They entered the office in front of them. It was small and white, like every other office. It was rather empty though. A tall white-blonde haired young man stood by the desk, shuffling some papers. He looked pretty young. Dean shrugged at Sam. They the man looked up. He smiled slightly.

"Doctor Layner," Dean said reaching out his hand. The young man glanced at Dean.

"Um, I'm not Doctor Layner," the young man said quietly, "…Secretary…"

"Oh…" Dean replied retracting his hand slowly, "where's the doctor?"

"Here you go boys," a woman's voice said from behind. Dean and Sam turned to see the dark-haired young woman from the desk outside walking in. Now she had a white over-coat on. She held two coffees out. The secretary bustled forward.

"Doctor," he said, taking the coffee." Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Doctor—" he looked at the secretary then at the woman, "Layner? So you're not…?"

"Stephanie Layner," the moan said, "and no, I'm not the secretary."

"Oh…ohhh…." Dean said quietly. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Forgive my partner Doctor," he said politely.
"What can I do for you two?" Stephanie said, brushing off the apology kindly.

"I'm agent O'Connor, this is agent Brock," Sam said gesturing to himself and his brother, "FBI." The both of them pulled out their badges professionally. Doctor Layner stared at the badges a moment, then at the two young men.

"What to you need?" she asked.

"We're looking for the medical records on Ray Hatfield, he was found dead a few days ago," Sam said as he and Dean put their badges away. Stephanie stared at them with an unreadable expression.

"I'm sorry, but that file is inaccessible," she replied.

"But we're FBI," Dean said, slightly laughing. Stephanie looked at him.

"And the FBI made is\t inaccessible," she answered.

"Besides, they already came and got what they needed," she added.

"Well we were ordered to perform another background check," Dean said.

"And I was ordered that absolutely no one was allowed access to this file. Now, unless you come back with a perfect, direct signature from the President of the United States himself, I cannot help you. Standard procedure," the doctor replied. Dean was speechless.

"Thank you for your time, doctor. I'm sorry we bothered you," Sam said politely. Doctor Layner nodded. Sam pulled on Dean, who followed quietly.

Outside, Dean grumbled.

"Well that went well," he muttered. Sam shrugged.

"It doesn't matter," he said.

"What do you mean 'it doesn't matter'? Dean replied. Sam pulled open the passenger's side door to the Impala

"What I mean is that I don't think this is a case Dean."

Dean pulled open the driver's side door.

"Sammy. A mutilated body."

"Yeah, and sometimes there are sick psychopaths in the world Dean, you should know that," Sam said roughly.

"You know as well as I do Sammy that most of the time it's not!" Dean argued.

"And sometimes it's not! God Dean, when did you become so gung khoe on this?" Sam replied angrily.

"Since when did you not?" Dean answered.

"What-ever Dean," Sam said, getting into the car. Dean rolled his eyes and got in too.

"Look," Sam said after a moment of silence, "we'll just find another one. Sometimes we can't fix everything."

"Well, we should try…" Dean mumbled. Sam shook his head and pushed the CD button. Metallica roared in the car suddenly.

"Drive, Dean." And he revved the car.

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