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In the morning I was not a force to be reckoned with. I woke up as cranky as a baby. Supposedly I was my brothers and father combined, as in crankiness combined, when it came to effectively getting me to wake up. The huge difference was that Dean had coffee, Sam, well Sam was awake half the time anyway and my father well he was always up before us so how was I supposed to know what wake up device he used. And it's not like I see him anyway anymore. I didn't even know if he had to get up, lucky, probably because he hunted later on in the day close to night. I groaned and headed toward the bathroom. My brothers stood clear of me as I stumbled in there. My cure was the shower and some music. Mostly Dean's mullet rock. Like the sounds of AC/DC and B.O,C. Dean would have died if he knew what was on my iPod.

This morning though, I couldn't shake being tired. I went over to the bed and plopped on it. My brothers were talking about my dad, something about Jefferson and Pastor Jim and how they still hadn't heard from my father. I shut my eyes and tried to forget, even if for a couple minutes, but it wasn't working. I opened my eyes and sat up.

Dean was sitting at the table flipping through Dad's journal.

"No leads?" I asked wiping my eyes.

"No, and Dad's journal isn't helping either. I love the guy but I sware he writes like freaking yoda."

I smirked.

"Maybe, you know we should call the feds?" Sam says finally after a couple minutes. "File a missing persons."

That caused me to look up. Dean shook his head. "If we got the feds on Dad's tail he'd be pissed. No, we just keep looking."

I fell back down. "He could be dead for all we know." Was Sam's reply.

I grunted. I knew Dean was about to say something when his phone started ringing.

Dean grabbed it and flipped it open. "Who is it?" I asked.

"It's a text." Dean said.

"You think dad is texting us?" Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. "He's giving us coordinates before."

"The man can barely work a toaster, Dean." Sam replied.

Dean flipped the laptop open and started typing. "Sam, this is good news. It means he's okay, or alive at least."

"Well, was there a number on the caller I.D?" Sam asked.

Dean's eyes scanned the screen. "No, it said unknown."

"Where's it to?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"That's the interesting part. Rockford Illinois." Dean said after scanning a map and walking toward the laptop.

"Okay, and that's interesting how?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I checked the local Rockford papers, look at this." Dean turned the computer around to face Sam. I fell back onto the bed.

Dean went on about this guy who shot himself and his wife and before that he and his partner had responded to a call at some asylum that Dad had earmarked. Possible haunting.

After a few moments Sam gets up and paces the room. "A job, he's sending us on a job."

"Or maybe he'll meet us there." I said.

Dean nodded. "Could be."

Sam shakes his head. "Maybe he's not, maybe he's sending us by ourselves to hunt this thing."

"Who cares, if he wants us there its good enough for me." Dean said and got up.

"This doesn't strike you as weird? The texting, the coordinates?"

"Sam! If dad's telling us to go somewhere, we're going."

My brothers started getting everything together and I closed my eyes and put a pillow over my head.

"I'm staying, you go ahead." I told them with as much conviction as I could muster. Of course after the last hunt I was in no way letting them go alone but I could act like it to let them let me sleep for a couple minutes longer.

"Come on sleeping beauty." Dean urged me.

I was about to throw a pillow at him or order him to get me a Pepsi but Sam through my suitcase on the floor and told me to pack. "Ehhh." I groaned.

"Bree come on." Sam urged from the kitchen area. I relented after a minute of closing my eyes where the dreams wouldn't come, good ones not the nightmarish ones. You know the kind that is I alone with the hot guy.

So I picked up the remaining dirty clothes from around my bed. My motto was go to bed first worry about cleaning later. So I cleaned up the smelly clothes and dumped them in a bag and headed out to the car. From a jansport book bag I pulled out my iPod and listened to anything that was as loud as whatever Dean was putting on.

It took us about eight hours and sixteen minutes to get to Rockford and get settled. Well, only about seven hours and fifteen minutes. The rest was spent on arguing.

Sam and I carried the bags into the motel room. Dean put salt around the doors and all those protection runes that I've seen him do since as long as I could remember. He only did it though, when one of us was staying alone, otherwise he waited right until we went to bed and I know my brothers, nine o'clock is not their bed time.

"I'm not coming with you?" I asked, my eyebrows rose as I faced both my brothers,

Dean, poor guy, knew this argument very well, he was a veteran at this argument having gone through pretty much the same thing with Sammy and having recited it himself a few times with Dad. He sighed. "Bree, we're not going on the real hunt now. Just getting info, in a bar, where there are guys who I really don't want any where near my little sister."

There were a million and one things I could have said to that, but I just folded by arms. "I can take care of myself."

"First thing, yeah against spirits, not drunk guys. Second thing, what kind of reporter carries around their little sister, and third you're fifteen, not allowed in a bar."

"Yeah, but with that fake ID, I can get in, and I look old enough."

Sam stared in disbelief at Dean. "You got her a fake ID?"

"Well, for one I thought she would be like you and not ever use it and it was just for emergencies." He turned to me. "Don't ever use it."

"I wouldn't." I said.

"I believe you." Dean said and I smiled at him.

And then my brothers then walked out, I told them be careful and I got I love yous out of both of them. After that I sat around, being bored, but safe, I guess. I get what they said, but I couldn't stay in a motel room the rest of my life. At some point my eyes closed while in the middle of watching some movie, my brothers came back about an hour later.

Okay, so it turns out the guy that murdered his wife and blew his brains out was pretty normal, the kind of guy that you didn't expect to do something like that. As for the asylum, there is some local legend about it being haunted. Apparently if you go there the spirits drive you crazy. Which is the kind of information that makes you uneasy, but its just a legend right? Ha ha ha, very funny.

I had expected some kind of talk before we went into the asylum, some kind of 'stay close, be careful, tell us if it gets to much' kind of thing. There was nothing, and I was having mixed feelings on that. But then Dean opened the car door, went into the trunk and got the guns I didn't get one. Which I guess I wasn't officially hunting yet. He handed Sammy a gun and smiled at me and we were off, no time to really be nervous. We hopped the fence surrounding the asylum and broke in. As expected it was musty, smelly and freaky.

"So, apparently the cops chased the kids here." Sam pointed to a door, above it said, 'South Wing'.

Dean flipped through Dad's journal. "South Wing, South wing." He paused as he read over the page. "1972, three kids broke into the South Wing, only one survived. Way he tells it one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place."

"So whatever's going on, south wing seems like the heart of it."

Wonderful, that meant we were going in there. Turns out though that kids have been here before, a lot, but the south wing, the center of this, has been blocked off. So maybe the cops did have an idea of what was going on, if they weren't letting anyone in or whatever it was out. And just because the doors were chained for years, doesn't mean that they were chained now. Sam pushed the door open and we walked in.

We walked down the corridor. "There is someone, walking behind you." Dean sang softly and I turned around. "Shut up."

"Watching your footsteps…"

"Dean!"

He chuckled softly. "If you guys get any of that psychic ESP thing, let me know. And you got to be on the look out ghosts are attracted to that sort of thing."

"It's not ESP." Sam said angrily. "I, we, just get weird vibes and stuff."

"Yeah, okay." Dean said looking down at the EMF.

"You get any reading on that thing or not?" Sam asked.

"Nope, but 'course that doesn't mean that nobody's home." Dean said.

"Spirits can appear during certain hours of the day." Sam said.

"Yeah, the freaks come out at night."

"Yeah." Sam and I answered at the same time, Dean and his pop culture references.

"Hey guys, who do you think is a hotter psychic. Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you guys." Sam hit Dean and I gave him a shove. I bit my lip biting back a smile as he laughed.

We walked into another room, one that gave me chills and I was surprised Dean's EMF wasn't wailing. I rolled my shoulders and ignored the feeling, because all creepy places give you chills, so it was probably nothing. But when has it ever been just nothing?

"Man, electroshock? Lobotomies? They did some twisted stuff to these people." Dean said and turned to Sam. Then, in what could be assumed as my brother's best Jack Nicholson impression he said, "Kind of like my man Jack in Cuckoo's nest."

Sam and I stared at him. I rolled my eyes. Dean shook his head. "So what do you think? Ghost are possessing people?"

"Maybe. Or maybe it's more like Amityville. Kinda like my man Jack in The Shining."

I was about to comment on that when Dean turned around and picked up something.

"Sanford Ellicott." Dean read. Then he turned to us. "You know what we got to do? We have to find out more about the south wing. See if something happened here." Dean gave the plaque to Sam and walked away.

We went out to the car and headed toward the library. We thought that they would have something useful on the Asylum but as the librarian told us, all the files were kept locked up and you had to make an appointment to see them. But, she said, winking at my brothers, the son of one of the doctor's who used to work at the asylum lives and works in town, he'll tell you everything you need to know. With a smile she sent us on our way, a couple blocks down to a building where we found James Ellicott, son of Sanford Ellicott.

James Ellicott was, we found out as we walked the couple blocks to the building, a psychiatrist. Which meant the only way we were going to find out about the South Wing was by talking to him. I exchanged looks with my brothers. "Nuh uh." I said and shook my head.

Dean raised his eyebrows and turned to Sam. "Feel like sharing your feelings Sammy?"

I smirked as Sam gave Dean a look and headed toward the building. When Sam entered the building Dean nodded toward it. "See Bree? This is called undercover work. Sometimes a job requires it."

I nodded and walked back toward the car.

After what seemed to Dean and I, we're the impatient ones of the family, forever Sam came out of the building. "Dude, you were in there forever. What the hell were you talking about?"

Sam continued to walk. "Just the hospital, you know?"

"And…the south Wing? It's where they housed the real head cases…" Sam went on and Dean and I just listened. We both knew that that's not all the doctor and our brother talked about but for now it would have to be put aside. We knew it would come up later.

So, Dean decides we should visit the asylum that night. We walked in to the south wing again and Dean turned on his busted up EMF, Sam had the video camera and I had grabbed the flashlight from them. I trailed behind them shining the flashlight on everything that looked suspicious.

"Got any readings?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." Dean said as the EMF whined, "Big time."

"This place is orbing like crazy," Sam said and I looked over his shoulder at the video camera.

"There's probably multiple spirits out and about."

"But if these un-recoverd bodies are doing the haunting-."

"We have to find 'em and burn 'em. Just be careful though, the only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit, is a pissed off spirit of a psycho killer."

Great. Dead bodies smelled. I may not have did the actually hunting a lot but Dad made sure I salted and burned enough bones. And psycho killer ghosts? Awesome. We would handle it though; I just didn't like the feeling I was getting. "Wonderful." I muttered.

"Aww come on Bree. This is a fun filled Winchester adventure. Not many girls can say they've been to a haunted Asylum." Dean said and but his arm around my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes playfully at my older brother and Sam shook his head and stepped forward his eyes on the camera.

A chill came across us and we heard something. We all turned around quickly and I shone the flashlight to see what was there. Nothing. We turned around again and kept walking. We got to a hallway that had two open doors on each side. Dean went in one, Sam in the other and I kept walking down the hallway.

I was just about to walk into another open door when I heard Sam yelling. "Guys! Dean!" I ran into the room just as Dean did. "Dean! Shotgun!" Dean threw the bag down and grabbed the shotgun.

"Sam get down!" He yelled before firing a shot at a spirit.

Sam got up and Dean put the shotgun down. I ran over to them. "That was weird." Sam said.

I nodded quickly. "Yeah, you're telling me." Dean said and walked back toward the bag.

We walked out of the room. "No, Dean I mean it was weird that she didn't attack me."

I shined the flashlight on various things and walked ahead of my brothers. I stepped back when we got into another room. A cot, which was turned over on the ground shook. Dean and Sam stopped behind me and looked toward it. I walked toward it. "Brianna." Dean whispered.

"What?" I said and turned around.

Dean rolled his eyes and came forward with the shotgun. "Get back." He told me.

My brow furrowed but I followed his order, I didn't feel like arguing with him now. Sam took the flashlight from me and both of my brothers moved forward.

Dean motioned to Sam and Sam flipped the cot over. The cot fell with a bang and a girl jumped from behind.

"It's okay, we're not going to hurt you." Dean told the girl, who as I got a look at her was about my age, maybe a year older. "It's okay." Dean nodded.

The girl got up. "What's your name?" Dean asked.

"Katherine." She replied and sniffed. "Kat."

"I'm Dean, this is Sam and Brianna."

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked.

"My boyfriend, Gavin-."

Dean cut her off. "Is he here?"

"Somewhere."

We exchanged looks, that weren't good.

"He thought it would be fun, to try to see some ghosts. I thought it was all just you know pretend. I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream and-."

"Look Kat, Brianna's going to get you out of here and we're going to find your boyfriend."

I raised my eyebrows at Dean. Ha, very funny, no way. Apparently she thought so too.

"It's no joke around here okay? It's dangerous." Dean told her.

"That's why I've got to find him." Blondie, or Kat said.

I liked her, kind of. I mean on one hand she was probably semi-stuck up, but I could be wrong, and on the other she was arguing with Dean. Most girls her age, and my age, don't argue they swoon. It's kind of annoying to have older brothers who are, because Dean isn't the only one they swoon about, according to these girls, hot.

"Alright, I guess we'll split up then." Dean said and I followed them.

Sam went one way and I went in the opposite direction. "Where are you going?" Dean asked me.

I shrugged. "You said we're going to split up."

He shook his head. "Yeah, nuh uh. Go with Sam."

"Dean!"

"Brianna. Go." Dean told me and I turned around and followed him.

Sam and I walked down a hallway that didn't look too different from the other ones. "We just don't want you to get hurt Bree." He told me.

I shrugged. "It's 'cause I haven't been doing this long right? But that's bull Sam. Dad trained us all together, I've been on hunts, not all of them, but enough. I know what I'm doing."

Sam smiled at me. "I know you do Bree, by we're you're older brothers. We worry."

I sighed and dropped it as we kept walking. "Gavin!" I yelled.

"Gavin?" Sam yelled.

We walked into another room. I stopped as I looked in and saw a body. Sam saw it too and walked over. "Gavin." Sam said and kneeled down where he was on the ground. "Hey, Gavin." Sam shook him.

The guy jumped up. "Hey it's okay, we're here to help." Sam told her.

"Who are you?" Gavin asked.

"My name is Sam, this is Brianna. We found you're girlfriend." Sam helped him up.

"Kat?"

"Yeah." Sam said.

"Is she alright?" Gavin asked.

"She's worried about you. You okay?"

Gavin flinched as he touched his head. "I was running, I think I fell." Well duh, I said and almost rolled by eyes.

"Running from what?" Sam asked.

Well, that's great. The guy kissed a ghost. Sam seemed to think this was better than not getting hurt, Gavin and I both agreed that it was gross. He was scarred for life, I just felt bad for him. Sam assured him it could have been worse, but the spirit tried to whisper something in his ear and the guy ran like hell, whimp.

Oh well, we walked down the hallway and then ran when we heard banging and screaming. "What's going on?" Sam yelled to Dean.

"She's locked in there with one of 'em."

"Help Me!" Kat screamed.

"Kat!" Gavin screamed.

"Get me outta here!"

"Kat? It's not going to hurt you. Listen to me, you have to face it, you have to calm down." Sam told her through the door.

Dean and I turned to him. "She's got to what?" We said at the same time.

"I have to what?" She said back.

"These spirits, they're not trying to hurt you. They're trying to communicate. You got to listen to it, face it."

Okay even that sounded crazy to me. "You face it!" She screamed back.

"No, it's the only way you're going to get outta there. "

"No!"

"Just look at it, that's all. Come on, you can do it." Sam told her.

"Kat?" Gavin asked.

"I hope you're right about this." Dean said next to me.

"Yeah, me too." Sam said.

Finally the door opened. "Oh Kat." Gavin breathed.

Dean grabbed her and Sam rushed in the room, shining the flashlight I'd given him.

"137." She said to us.

"Huh?" I asked.

"137, that's what it whispered." Kat said to my brothers and I.

"Room number." Dean and Sam said at the same time.

They kneeled down and I took a deep breath and let it out again. "Alright, so if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone, what are they trying to do. Maybe that's what they've been trying to tell us."

"I guess we'll find out." Dean put the bag over his shoulder and turned to Gavin and Kat. "So, you guys ready to get out of here?"

"That's an understatement."

Dean looked at me and Sam. "You guys get 'me out of here. I'm going to go find room 137." He flicked on his flashlight and we watched him leave.

"So, how do you guy's know about all this ghost stuff?" Kat said behind us. I looked at Sam.

"It's kind of our job." Sam replied and I looked back at them.

"Why would anyone want a job like that?" She asked.

I rolled my eyes and Sam smiled at me. "I had a crappy guidance counselor." I tried not to laugh.

"And Dean?" The girls always ask about Dean. "He's your boss?"

I laughed out at that and Sam turned to me. "No." Sam told her with a shake of his head. We got to the door and Sam tried to open it. "Alright, I think we have a small problem."

"Break it down." Gavin suggested.

"No, it won't budge, but you can try." I told him.

"Then a window."

"They're barred."

"Then how are we supposed to get out of here?" Gavin said.

"That's the point. We're not. Theirs something in here, that doesn't want us to leave." Sam told us.

"Those patients." Kat said.

"No. Something else." Sam said.

We split up and looked for a way out. I didn't find one, and I looked. Stupid barred windows and doors that won't break when you slam you're feet into them.

"So what are we going to do?" Gavin asked Sam.

"For starters we're not going to panic."

"Why the hell not?" Gavin asked.

Before Sam could answer his cell phone rang. "I'm on my way." Sam said after a couple seconds and closed his cell phone. He handed me the shotgun.

"Stay here, I'm going to get Dean. Any spirit you see, shoot it, 'kay?" Sam told me.

I nodded and loaded the shotgun.

I gripped the gun and waited for my brothers. Gavin paced and Kat sat on the floor.

"Hey Gavin? If we get out of here alive? We're so breaking up." She informed him and I smirked.

He hesitated and I heard a sound. I raised the shotgun. "Do you hear that?"

"Something's coming." Gavin said and they both backed up. I raised the shotgun.

"Whoa, whoa." Dean said as he came around the corner. "It's me, don't shoot."

I sighed and put down the gun. "Why'd Sam leave you here?"

"He went to get you, you called him."

Dean shook his head. "I never called him."

My eyes snapped up to meet his. "Where'd he go?" Dean asked quickly.

"Umm, the basement." I said quickly and followed him. "Do you want me to come with you?"

"No." Dean told me. "Stay here and baby-sit the Princess and Idiot." I smiled and he walked away.

After a couple minutes I rolled my eyes. "Do you guys know how to work a shotgun?"

"What?" Gavin asked, his eyes wide. "No!"

"I do," Kat said quickly.

I nodded. "Okay, this is loaded with rock salt. If you see any spirits shoot, but watch out for us."

"Where are you going?" Kat asked.

"After my brothers." I said and grabbed another handgun from the bag. I went in the direction Dean went.

I hate basements. This one was no different and I walked down the steps until I heard Dean's voice and then Sam's. I walked into the room and saw Sam pull a gun on Dean. I backed up. Sam pulled the trigger and Dean flew through the wall.

"Dean!" I yelled but stayed back, an instinct told me to and I waited.

I heard from outside the room where I stood them talking. "Sam, we got to burn Ellicott's bones and all this will be over, and you'll be back to normal."

"I am normal. I'm just telling the truth for the first time, I mean why are we even here because you're following Dad's orders like a good little soldier? 'Cause you always do what he says without question Are you so desperate for his approval"

"This isn't you talking Sam."

"That's the difference between you and me, I have a mind of my own and I'm not pathetic like you."

I took a deep breath and inched closer.

"So, what are you going to do? Are you going to kill me?" Dean said

"You know what I am sick of doing what you tell me to do. We are no closer to finding Dad today then we were six months ago."

"Well then let me make it easier for you." Dean said and reached into his jacket and pulled out a handgun. "Go on, take it real bullets are going to work a helluva lot better than rock salt."

Sam through down the other gun and pointed the handgun at Dean. What the hell was Dean thinking? I moved forward now, into the middle of the first room.

"You hate me that much?" Sam asked and I bit my lip. "You think you can kill your own brother? Then go ahead." Dean nodded at Sam and then looked down and saw me start to walk toward Sam. He shook his head quickly and then looked up at Sam. "Pull the trigger, do it!"

Sam pulled the trigger and I yelled, but nothing happened. He pulled it again and Dean got up and grabbed the gun and punched him in the face. Dean grunted and got up.

"Man, I'm not going to give you a loaded pistol." Dean told Sam before he punched him in the face. "Sorry, Sammy." He said.

I stared with wide eyes as I gripped the gun. It was shaking in my hands. Dean walked over and took it to me. "Hey." He said gently, almost like I was four. "You okay?"

I nodded quickly and looked at the rock salt all over his jacket. "Are you okay?" I asked.

He shook his head and grinned. "I'm great." He threw a glance at Sam and his grin faded. "I don't know about him though."

"Is he going to be okay?" I asked. "I mean, once we find Ellicott's bones, he'll be okay, right?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, he'll be okay."

I wanted to say something to him about how Sam didn't mean it, he didn't want to kill him, It was Ellicott, who was making Sam like that, it had nothing to do with Dean. But I knew Dean wasn't going to bring it up at all and I knew that he knew Sam wouldn't do something like that, I hoped.

We walked around the room, looking for any place the doctor's bones would be. Dean checked behind curtains, and I checked under things. Nothing, just great. Dean walked off behind more curtains and I checked some cabinets. Nothing there either.

"Found him." Dean called.

I gagged as I came toward the cabinet my brother was leaning forward. "Ewww." I said.

Dean turned and threw the gun he had been holding and the flashlight on the bag. Then he grabbed the salt. He was about to open it up when he looked at me. He nodded once, as if making up his mind about something and handed the salt to me.

He nodded toward the body and I bit my lip before opening the cap and shaking the salt on the head.

"All over the body." Dean told me and I threw a look at him.

"Just wanted to remind you." He said quickly.

He reached back and grabbed what I could assume was the oil or gasoline and threw it on. He gagged and I smiled, to which he then smiled as I got a whiff of it and gagged also. Dead bodies really really smell.

He turned around to get the match but was knocked over by one of the gurneys. "Dean!" I screamed as Ellicott but both hands on my brother's head.

I grabbed the lighter, autopilot kind of taking over, and threw it on the body. Ellicott stopped doing whatever electro-shock thing he had been doing and Dean rolled over. The doctor looked down at himself and then kind of exploded. I coughed as dust and whatever was left of him went into the air around the heap on the ground. I tugged the bag with me over to Dean and patted him.

"Good job, distracting him." I told him with a smile.

And he shook his head. Sam rolled over and touched his jaw as Dean got up.

"You're not going to try to kill me are you?" Dean asked.

"No." Sammy said, looking confused.

"Good." I said before Dean could. "'Cause that would be awkward."

Sam looked a little surprised to see me there and I smiled at him. "You know guys. I think both of you really benefit from my being here." I said as they both hissed and groaned and we walked out of the room.

Sam flinched as he touched his jaw and looked at Dean.

"Yeah, I guess you're right, Bree." Dean said after a second.

"Okay." I said with a grin and walked along ahead of them.

We said goodbye to Gavin and Kat, who thanked us. I nodded. "No more haunted asylums, okay?" Dean asked.

They nodded and walked away. I stretched. "Hey Dean?" Sam asked. Dean turned to him. "I'm sorry man, I said some awful things back there."

"You remember all that." Dean said.

"Yeah, it's like I couldn't control it but I didn't mean it. Any of it." Sam told him.

"You didn't huh?" Dean asked.

"No, of course not." Sam said and I leaned on the car.

Dean nodded.

"Do we need to talk about this?" Sam asked.

Yes… I thought. You do.

"No." Dean said after a second. "I'm not really in the sharing, caring kind of mood. I just want to get some sleep."

Now he wants to sleep, when I think we should talk. Dean got into the car and I shook my head and sighed.

With a shrug at Sam we both got in the car and Dean drove back to the motel.

I would have liked to say that I got sleep. But I couldn't. I had delayed adrenaline pumping through my veins and every time I closed my eyes I saw Ellicott, my brothers and everything that could have gone wrong. So sleeping was not an option. So I stayed up on the computer, surfing the net.

Everything was pretty much okay until Dean's phone rang.