The long haired man stared at Dean seeing the confused look upon his face as if he could not figure out why he was being yelled at by him.

"You really have no idea?" the long haired man questioned in surprise

"No" he shook his head slowly "No I dont"

"Dean, its me, Seth" he said looking at the confused man

"Seth?" questioned Dean "And we know each other?"

"Yes. We work together, travel together and wrestle together" Seth pointed out

"Wrestle?" Dean questioned with an even more confused look on his face

"Jesus. What did they do to you? Or what happened to you after everything went down" asked Seth

"Who?" Dean asked

"I thought we were taken to the hospital. Least the last thing I saw before I blacked out was what looked like paramedics coming into the house" Seth replied

"Okay so.." Dean began as he took a seat on a dusty chair "What happened?"

"This isn't a time to rest and talk we need to figure out why we are here and where everyone is!" Seth shouted as Dean looked up at him

"Well if you tell me what happened and retrace our steps maybe we can figure out where we are" Dean informed him

Seth sighed and took a seat next to him. The frustration building inside him was intensifying by the seconds but he knew Dean was right, they did need to piece the puzzle together before they can finish the picture.

"Well, I dont know what happened to you man. You just...went crazy. You started screaming how you didn't know your father and that someone was in the house and they were talking to you telling you that you needed to do these that you didn't want to do. Next thing I know I was following you into the kitchen where you slammed a glass against the counter and grabbed a piece of glass and started to try to cut yourself but I tried to stop you and you fought me. You stabbed me a few times with the glass as we fought and then you shoved me back into...I dont know what but I felt my head busting and I fell to the floor and watched you cut yourself then fall to the floor beside me. That's when I saw someone walking into the room with black pants and shoes and I must have lost consciousness"

"That does not make sense as to why we are BOTH here though" Dean pointed out

"No it doesn't"

"Okay..did we do anything before that?" Dean asked

"We went out with some friends for drinks"

"Okay and did someone else bring us our drinks?"

"Yeah a few of them did"

"Maybe someone messed with my drink. Have I ever acted out like that before?" asked Dean

"No" Seth said

"Then it has to be that someone tampered with my drink"

"That could be possible" Seth replied with a nod as he began to look for more information

"Check this out, man" said Seth as he pulled out a book full of patients names and information and opened it up "Saint Hope" he began "Asylum?!" he continued with a confused and loud tone

"What?" Dean questioned as he walked to Seth and looked at the book

"Dude, these patients would not still be here. These dates are back in the 1800's" Seth pointed out

"How the hell does our rooms look so new then?" Dean questioned

"I have no idea but we need to find a way out of here" said Seth as he got up

The two began to roam the hallways trying to get any of the doors open but they were all locked. Finally they reached a hallway with glass windows however the windows were barred up so no one could escape.

"This is so fucked up" Seth nervously said

Nerves began to grow between both men as they continued to explore the empty hospital until they finally came to an elevator.

"Fuck! You have to have a key!" Seth screamed in frustration

Dean took out the keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of him then began testing every key and found the key and turned it however nothing happened.

"This is fucking stupid, of course a 200 year old supposed "abandoned" hospital doesn't have a fucking working elevator" Dean angrily said

Seth sighed and began walking again and Dean followed close behind him and they found a door to the stairway.

"Oh yes! Please let there be a key in here!" Dean said in excitement as he began going through the keys

Finally he found a working key and pushed the door open and began to run out as Seth pulled him back in.

"Why the fuck did you pull me back?!" Dean screamed at Seth

"Look!" Seth pointed

Dean looked out out the door and down to see that half of the stairs were gone except 3 floor below them.

"Fuck!" Dean screamed throwing the keys on the floor and began stomping and yelling obscenities and pounding at the walls and floors

Seth stood aside and let Dean let out his frustrations because he knew when Seth didn't get his frustrations out things can get violent very quickly. It took a few moments before he was able to calm down as he raised up sitting back on the heels of his feet and looks at Seth.

"What are we going to do?" asked Dean

"I have no idea, we have no phones and obviously no way out or who put us here but...maybe our rooms...maybe we can find some kind of clue as to who has us here or whats going on" Seth said

Dean nodded and got to his feet and the two walked into Deans room and began going through things and found food in a cabinet. From there they traveled to Seths room where they also found food but nothing more to really answer their questions.

"Want to move your bed into my room?" asked Dean

Seth looked at him confused

"I mean we are obviously stuck here until someone finds us why should we be alone?" he questioned further

"Good point" Seth said

The two began to pile the food onto the bed and wheeled the bed into Deans room and the two sat down and ate some peanut butter sandwiches since all they had were chips, cookies, water and other foods that can be kept for long periods of times.

"I want out of here" said Seth

"Me too, when we finish eating we will look around again and try to find a way out of this fucking place" Dean said as he took a bite from his sandwich

The two continued to eat and Seth kept getting a deeper sick anxiety feeling as the day went on. Neither of them had any idea what time it was, what day it was, what month or what even happened. Seth was getting concerned and had that sinking feeling that they were not alone and that someone, somewhere near was there perhaps even watching their every move.