Chapter 2

You Wouldn't

"Gordon Michael." Sam said with his mouth still open. He couldn't believe it.

"Isn't that…." Dean began.

"Ya. The dude who tried to kill me and then got locked up!" Sam nodded.

"That can't be right." Dean said wrinkling his forehead trying to think of how that could have happened. "He had charges on him from other counties. They couldn't have let him out."

"They didn't." Sam said continuing to read the article. "He escaped."

"He escaped from prison and started hunting a hospital spirit? That dude has vengeance written all over him! He would have come for us!" Dean said disagreeing with the article and what Sam was trying to say.

"Well, apparently he tried." Sam said scrolling through the rest of the article.

"Tried looking for us?" Dean asked.

"Well, listen. 'Gordon Michael, age 27, died last night at 11:59pm at Haysville Hospital in Indiana. He had escaped from the local prison the night before and was found earlier the next morning in a parking lot at a local motel in Haysville. Once the police found him, they had no choice but to shoot him once he saw the police cars and ran. He was checked in earlier that day to Haysville Hospital for a gunshot wound through the abdomen.' It goes on saying how he was 'heavily guarded' and he didn't make a sound and what not. Also says that an orderly found him." Sam said skimming through the rest of the article.

"Jesus." Dean mumbled now believing the story. There was silence in the car until Dean took a right into the town of Haysville.

"Maybe we should talk to the orderlies first. They're the ones who find the bodies, right?" Sam said glancing over at Dean.

"Ya, I guess. You can do that while I go check out this room." Dean said.

"That's too dangerous. I'll go with you." Sam said.

"Don't be such a girl, Sam." Dean laughed. "It's not night. Nothing will happen."

"You know, that's what everyone says in scary movies before they die." Sam said glaring at Dean.

"Good thing this isn't a scary movie, huh?" Dean said parking the Impala in the hospital parking lot and getting out. Sam swung open his door and joined Dean at the trunk of the car.

"You aren't going to take weapons in there are you?" Sam asked.

"No." Dean said rolling his eyes. Dean dug around for some I.D. badges. "Here." Dean said reading the badge before handing one to Sam. "You're Andrew Larson and I'm…Joshua Gavin."

"Andrew Larson?" Sam said lifting his upper lip in disgust.

"That's better than Joshua Gavin." Dean said slamming the trunk of the car.

"Hi. I'm Andrew…Larson." Sam said almost forgetting his fake name. "Could I ask you a few questions?"

"Um…..I….I already was asked questions." the orderly stuttered.

"This is off record. I need to know exactly what happened. What he looked like, how he was lying in the bed-"

"He wasn't lying in the bed." the orderly said staring at Sam as if he was stupid.

"Oh, uh….right. Sorry." Sam smiled. "What was your name again?"

"Madison Cooper." the orderly informed him. "Look, are you new at this? You don't seem to know much about what's going on."

"It's my first case." Sam shrugged. "Madison, please tell me what happened." Sam said quickly changing the subject.

"Well," Madison said hesitantly. "It was about 7 this morning. I was doing my daily routine. I have to go clean toilets and take out the garbage of every room." Madison paused to rub her eyebrow. She hated repeating what happened. "And, uhh…..I went to Room 219 first. As I walked in the man that was in the room wasn't in his bed. The bathroom door was shut, so…..I knocked on the door and no one responded. I opened the door slowly…." Madison sighed heavily not wanting to say the rest.

"Please, Madison." Sam said listening intently. "Go on."

"I opened….the door slowly…..and he was laying there on the ground. His eyes were open and he was propped up against a wall. He had blood dribbling out of his mouth and his neck had marks on it like he tried hanging himself." Madison stopped and started to cry. "That was it. I ran and alerted the next person I saw." Sam dug around in his pocket for a Kleenex.

"Thanks, Madison. That's all I need." Sam smiled sympathetically.

Meanwhile, Dean started down the hall to Room 219. The last of the police were finishing taking pictures in there. Dean stepped through the yellow police tape.

"Sir, you are not allowed to be in here." one police officer snapped.

"I'm Joshua Gavin." Dean said digging in his pocket for his badge. "I'm one of the private investigators for this case."

"Oh." the young police officer said. He was so naïve. "We'll just get out of your way."

"Thank you, gentlemen." Dean said being cocky. As soon as the door was shut, Dean got out the EMF and slowly walked around the room. "Come on you son of a bitch. I know you're in here." Dean mumbled staring intently at the EMF reader. He swung open the bathroom door. There, standing in the doorway, was a spirit with piercing red eyes. The spirit tilted its head.

"You aren't very bright." It hissed.

"SAM!" Dean yelled. The spirit punched Dean in the stomach, sending him flying toward the window. Dean's skull hit the windowsill knocking him out and making his head gush blood as the spirit laughed and disappeared.