a/n: This story does not involve any of the Supernatural characters. This might sounds bad, but this is one of my favorite stories i've written, and i wanted to post it on here. It is merely based on supernatural events, you'll probably notice some similarities to the show.
Something Wicked Ch. 1
As she sat on the bed in her cell, Phoebe Moore reflected on the events that put her there. She remembered the night of her husband Travis' death. She remembered his face, his motionless body after the "attack", and the blood. Most of all she remembered the monster who'd killed him, and of course the dreams. Phoebe saw the man who had killed Travis. His eyes were black holes, full of hate, and then they glowed yellow. It happened the same way as she foresaw the two nights before it happened.
For two nights Phoebe dreamed about the death of her husband. She always woke up scared, and sweating, making sure he was still lying next to her. Both times she brushed the dreams off but continued to have a bad feeling in the back of her mind. She couldn't identify the scene she saw in her dreams. She knew it was dark, and on a street, but she didn't know exactly where. She told Travis about them and he promised to be careful, but it didn't do any good. After his death Phoebe began ranting about what she thought she saw. She talked of demons, magic, and her dreams. She told people what happened but no one believed her, they just thought she felt some sort of guilt for his death, and perhaps was in a bit of shock. After a few weeks of no improvement, her doctors decided they couldn't give her the help she needed and sent her to Winchester Sanitarium. As Phoebe lay on her bed, Dr. Good came to her door and knocked twice.
"Come in," Phoebe said as she had many times before.
Dr. Good. Entered. "How are you doing today?" he asked politely, like he did everyday when he came to talk to her.
"Fine, same as always Dr. Good, and yourself?" Phoebe asked politely in return. She found out quickly that it did her no good to be rude to her doctors.
"I'm fine thank you. Someone's here to see you Phoebe," Dr. Good told Phoebe, already knowing her next question.
"Who is it now? More police, or is it another doctor who's come to evaluate me?" Phoebe asked, getting annoyed. Since she'd been there she had talked to the local police twice, the FBI once, and homicide detectives at least three times. Not to mention the 3 different doctors.
"Yes, it is a police officer, but please be nice, he just wants to ask you a few questions. All he wants to do is help find out who killed your husband, isn't that what you want? The police aren't bad guys Phoebe, they want the same thing you do." Dr. Good said trying to make her feel better about yet another policeman coming to talk to her. She never really liked talking to them in the first place, but now it was getting ridiculous, she had talked to at least eight different officers, including the ones from the night it happened.
"Okay, I'll talk to him, but if he starts ridiculing me like the last two did, take him out."
a/n- I have this entire story written already, but i don't want to waste my time posting the whle thing on here if no one's going to read it so i would greatly appreciate feedback. Sorry if you're disappointed that there is no Dean or Sam, but i thought "Winchester Sanitarium" was clever. : ) Thanks guys.
