Supernatural: Asylum
A/N: I'm back with the final chapter of this story, and thank you for the one decent review I got for it. Anyway, for those who read the fanfics of my sister, Yami Faerie, she has updated her latest story yesterday, and it's well worth a read, plus she's pregnant, and I don't know yet whether it's a boy or a girl…maybe during Christmas I'll know for sure.
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CHAPTER FOUR: WALKING INTO A TRAP
Meanwhile, Dean and Liz were still looking around and poking through old folders and crumbled papers that'd seen better days; Dean was pushing aside a toppled over table when he noticed a small hole in the wall, realizing that it was an hidden compartment, he pulled it open. Inside, he found a leather case full of papers.
"This is why I get paid the big bucks," he joked, earning an eye-roll from Liz as he pulled it out; they both looked through the papers, one of which had "Patients' Journal" written on it. "Patients' Journal"..."
Exchanging a look with Liz, he leafed through the journal and they saw horrifying pictures of ways to torture people, leaving them both feeling very disgusted.
"All work and no play makes Dr. Ellicott a very dull boy."
"More like a very disturbed boy."
Back in the hallway, Sam did a quick search for a way out and then returned to Kat and Gavin.
"All right, I've looked everywhere," he informed them. "There's no other way out."
"So what the hell are we gonna do?" Gavin asked, scared.
"For starters, we're not gonna panic," Sam stated calmly as possible.
"Why the hell not?" Gavin demanded angrily.
Before Sam could respond, his cell phone rang, and he answered it. "Hey."
`"Sam, it's me,"` said Dean's voice, distorted by a lot of static interference. `"Liz and I can see it. It's comin' at us."` and in the background, Liz was shouting.
"Where are you?" Sam asked, concerned for the well-being of his older siblings.
`"I'm in the basement,"` Dean told him, just as Liz screamed. `"Hurry up!"`
"I'm on my way," Sam said and quickly hung up. "All right. Can either of you handle a shotgun?" he asked of the teens.
Gavin shook his head quickly, eyes wide. "What? No!" he protested.
"I can," Kat answered, and her boyfriend stared at her, stunned. "My dad took me skeet shooting a couple times," she explained simply.
"All right, here," Sam said, handing her the shotgun. "It's loaded with rock salt," he explained, pulling another shotgun out of the bag, which he left on the ground. "Now, it might not kill a spirit, but it'll repel it. So if you see something, shoot."
Kat nodded, holding the gun very professionally. "Okay."
"Okay," Sam said, nodding at them, and left, while Kat cocked the gun.
In the basement of the asylum, Sam was searching for both Dean and Liz as he kept both his gun and his flashlight at the ready.
"Dean? Liz?" he called out, but got no response from his brother or his sister; noticing an slightly open door, he pushed it open and entered the same room that Officer Kelly had gone into. "Dean? Liz?"
Once inside, he continued looking when his flashlight began flickering and went out; Sam tried tapping it against his hand, but nothing worked. Suddenly, a door behind him opened on its own, leading to yet another strange room; sensing a trap, he cautiously entered, gun raised, and searched.
"Dean? Liz?" he called out, when behind a transparent curtain, he saw the shadow of someone walking by; he moved toward the curtain and pushed it aside, but he found no one there. Confused and frustrated, he turned around, and the spirit of Dr. Sanford Ellicott was suddenly standing before him; before Sam could react, Dr. Ellicott grabbed the sides of his face, and began sending electrical shocks through his body.
`"Don't be afraid,"` he said calmly while Sam slumped against the wall, passing out. `"I'm going to make you all better."`
Kat was sitting on the floor, and cradling the gun in his arms while Gavin paced. "Hey, Gavin?" she said suddenly.
Gavin immediately crouched down next to her. "Yeah?" he asked.
"If we make it out of here alive…we are so breaking up," Kat stated and Gavin was about to react, they heard a noise, startling them. "Did you hear that?" she asked.
Gavin nodded. "Something's coming."
They stood up, and just as the two people turned the corner, Kat fired the gun, and she narrowly missed hitting both Dean and Liz, who barely managed to dive out of the way and onto the floor.
"Damn it, damn it. Don't shoot, it's us!" Dean shouted frantically while Liz was crouching behind him, fearful.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Kat cried, instantly guilty for almost hurting them.
Breathing hard, both Dean and Liz stood up and approached them after glancing at the edge of the wall, which now had a scattering of small holes in it from the impacting rock salt at a high speed.
"What are you still doin' here?" Dean asked, surprised that they were still here and concerned when he couldn't see Sam anywhere. "Where's Sam?"
"He went to the basement," Gavin answered. "You called him."
Dean and Liz exchanged a concern look as this wasn't a good sign. "I didn't call him," he told them.
"His cell phone rang," Kat explained. "He said it was you."
Dean frowned. "Basement, huh?" and Gavin nodded. "All right. Watch yourselves," he ordered, picking up a gun from the bag, which Liz picked up, and put it in his jeans pocket. "And watch out for me," he added before both he and Liz left them.
Once they reached the lower level, Dean and Liz began looking for Sam.
"Sammy?" Dean called out as both he and Liz cautiously made their way down the hallway, their guns at the ready. "Sam, you down here? Sam? Sam!" they turned and suddenly Sam was standing in front of them; they both jumped, startled. "Man! Answer me when I'm callin' you. You all right?" he asked, almost certain that there was something off about their little brother, but couldn't be sure.
Sam, a slightly odd expression on his face, nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine," he answered.
"You know that wasn't me who called your cell, right?" Dean asked, exchanging an uncertain look with Liz, who was getting a bad feeling.
"Yeah, I know," Sam responded. "I think somethin' lured me down here."
"I think I know whom…Dr. Ellicott," Dean informed him. "That's what the spirits have been tryin' to tell us. You haven't seen him, have you?"
Sam shook his head. "No. How do you know it was him?" he asked, curious.
"Cause we found his log book," Dean explained. "Apparently, he was experimenting on his patients…some awful stuff. It makes lobotomies look like a couple aspirin."
"And I'm certain that I'll have nightmares from just looking at his log book," Liz added grimly.
Sam raised his eyebrows, perplexed. "But it was the patients who rioted."
"Yeah, they were rioting against Dr. Ellicott," Dean continued. "Dr. Feel-good was workin' on some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy. He thought that if he could get his patients to vent their anger, then they'd be cured of it. Instead, it only made 'em worse and worse, and angrier and angrier. So I'm thinkin', what if his spirit is doin' the same thing? To the cop, to the kids in the seventies…making them so angry they become homicidal. Come on. We gotta find his bones and torch 'em."
"And before he does the same thing to us," Liz agreed. "I rather like my brain the way that it is right now."
"How?" Sam asked, skeptical. "The police never found his body."
"The log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere, where he'd work on his patients," Dean said. "So if I was a patient, I'd drag his ass down here, do a little work on him myself."
Sam was still skeptical. "I don't know. It sounds kind of-"
"Crazy?" Dean asked as both he and Liz walked past him.
Sam nodded and turned to follow. "Yeah."
Dean chuckled, moving down the hallway. "Yeah, exactly." And both he and Liz went to find the hidden procedure room, and Sam followed.
They entered the room and Sam gestured to the lack of other doors. "I told you, I looked everywhere," he told them. "I didn't find a hidden room."
"Well, that's why they call it hidden," Dean joked and then paused when a very faint sound reached his ears. "You hear that?" he asked.
"I do," Liz confirmed, looking around for the source. "It sounds like wind."
"What?" Sam asked, somehow not hearing what his siblings were hearing.
Following the sound of the wind, both Dean and Liz crouched down; he put his hand by the space between the wall and the floor.
"There's a door here," he said, now seeing the faint outline of a door that was flushed with the rest of the wall.
"Certainly blends in well," Liz remarked. "But I don't see a handle; maybe we can kick it in," she suggested.
While Dean and Liz were examining the door and debating on how to get it open, Sam slowly raised his shotgun, suddenly looking extremely angry.
"Dean, Liz," he said, and both Dean and Liz turned to look at him, confused, and then their faces were etched with concern when his nose started bleeding. "Step back from the door," he ordered.
Not liking the looks of this, both Dean and Liz slowly stood up. "Sam, put the gun down," he requested slowly.
"Is that an order?" Sam asked angrily.
"No, it's more of a friendly request," Dean said, not liking the looks of things.
Sam aimed the shotgun at them. "'Cause I'm gettin' pretty tired of takin' your orders," he snapped.
"Sam, please," Liz said fearfully. "This isn't you talking, something's been done to you."
Dean nodded. "I knew it," he agreed. "Ellicott did somethin' to you, didn't he?"
"For once in your life, just shut your mouth," Sam growled.
"What are you gonna do, Sam?" Dean asked sarcastically, much to Liz's horror. "The gun's filled with rock salt. Not gonna kill us," he added.
Suddenly, Sam shot both Dean and Liz in the chest, sending them crashing through the wall, and that destroyed the hidden doorway. "No. But it'll hurt like hell," he sneered, stepping through the hole.
Both Liz and Dean were knocked out by the blast; after a few seconds, Dean opened his eyes, and was gasping for breath since his chest was constricted by the salt embedded in his chest, and glared as Sam made his way over to them.
"Sam!" he gasped as Liz slowly came to, wincing at the pain in her own chest. "We gotta burn Ellicott's bones, and all this'll be over. You'll be back to normal."
"I am normal," declared Sam, the rage obvious in both his face and his eyes. "I'm just tellin' the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? Because you both are following Dad's orders like a couple of good little soldiers? 'Cause you both always do what he says without question? Are you both that desperate for his approval?"
"This isn't you talking, Sam," Dean groaned.
"That's the difference between you and me," Sam stated, momentarily ignoring Liz and focusing mainly on Dean. "I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic like you."
"So what are you gonna do, huh?" Dean rasped. "You gonna kill me? And then Liz? The same sister you would die to protect?"
'I would smack Dean right now,' Liz thought, 'but I'm in way too much pain.'
"You know what? I am sick of doing what you tell me to do," Sam snarled, obviously not listening anymore. "We're no closer to finding Dad today than we were six months ago," he added.
"Well, then, here. Let me make it easier for you," Dean said, grunting as he took the pistol out of his jeans pocket and held it out to him. "Go on. Take it. Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt. Take it!"
Eagerly, Sam took the gun from him and dropped the shotgun on the floor; he then pointed the gun directly at Dean, surprising him. "You hate me that much?" he asked, hurting both emotionally and physically. "You think you could kill your own brother? And then your own sister? Then go ahead. Pull the trigger." But Sam waited, finger on the trigger. "Do it!" he shouted.
Sam pulled the trigger, but nothing happened; perplexed, he tried again and again, but nothing happened. While Sam was distracted by the gun, Dean suddenly grabbed him and threw him to the ground; grunting in pain he then stood up.
"Man, I'm not gonna give you a loaded pistol," he stated, and he then knocked him out with a quick punch to the head. "Sorry, Sammy," he added, patting his brother's shoulder.
Liz groaned as Dean helped her up, clutching her chest. "That has to be the dumbest thing I've ever seen you do," she grumbled, coughing. "Ow."
"Whatever you say, Liz."
Retrieving the bag from the ground, both Dean and Liz spent a minute or so searching the rest of the room, but they found nothing, missing Ellicott walking past them without making a sound; then, Dean spotted a white cabinet in the corner of the room, which had a little bit of white hair sticking out of it. Exchanging a bemused look with Liz, they walked over to it and opened it; inside was Dr. Ellicott's rotted corpse.
Both Dean and Liz covered their mouths and gagged at the stench that was now flowing out of the cabinet.
"Oh, that's just gross," he groaned while Liz didn't trust herself to talk as they knelt down, placing the duffel bag on the floor; he opened it and took out two containers of salt, handed one of them to Liz, and they both poured it over the skeleton.
"Yeah, soak it up."
They then poured lighter fluid all over the corpse, unaware that the flashlight was staring to flicker, and suddenly, a table moved itself, crashing into both Dean and Liz, and sending them both flying across the room.
Groaning, Dean rolled onto his back, just as Dr. Ellicott appeared over him, grabbed the sides of his face, and began electrocuting him.
`"Don't be afraid,"` he said calmly. `"I'm going to help you. I'm going to make you all better."`
Liz struggled onto her elbows, wheezing. "Dean! Let him go!"
While Dean was getting electrocuted, and Liz struggled to get onto her knees, he reached for his bag and was able to grab his lighter; he clicked the lighter and threw it into the cabinet, setting Ellicott's bones on fire. Sensing that something was wrong, Dr. Ellicott released Dean, and watched in horror as his body began to disintegrate, until there was nothing left but a pile of clothes.
A few feet away, Sam woke up, a very confused and guilty expression on his face.
Dean sat up slightly and glanced at him warily. "You're not gonna try to kill me, are you?" he asked.
Sam shook his head. "No."
"Good," Dean said. "Because that would be awkward."
"You're both insane," Liz groaned and rolled onto her back, exhausted. "Can I die now?"
Dean and Sam both exchanged a bemused look before answering together. "No." and Liz groaned, muttering of how she was going to kill them both once she was able to move again without any pain, and her brothers just laughed.
After gathering enough strength to leave the basement, the Winchesters were now standing outside the building with Kat and Gavin, and the sun was slowly rising into the sky, a good sign that the insane night was finally over.
"Thanks, guys," Kat said gratefully.
Gavin nodded, relieved that they were all alive and mostly intact. "Yeah, thanks."
"No more haunted asylums, okay?" Dean suggested, and they nodded and walked back to their car.
After they left, Sam turned to Dean and Liz. "Hey, Dean, Liz. I'm sorry," he apologized. "I said some awful things back there."
Dean and Liz both stared at him, surprised. "You remember all that?"
Sam nodded, a guilty expression on his face. "Yeah," he admitted. "It's like I couldn't control it. But I didn't mean it…any of it."
Dean raised his eyebrows, skeptical. "You didn't, huh?"
"No, of course not," Sam stated, and Dean shrugged. "Do we need to talk about this?" he asked.
"No. I'm not really in the sharing, caring kind of mood," Dean said firmly. "I just wanna get some sleep." And he got in the car.
Liz chuckled, wincing at the pain in her chest. "Sam, I think on some level you did mean what you said back there," she told Sam honestly, "but I think it was mostly because of what Dr. Ellicott did to your brain. So put it out of your mind, Sam, that bad night is finally over."
Sam smiled and they both got into the car, too.
After treating their wounds, which involved prying the largest salt fragments from Dean and Liz's chests, Dean, Liz, and Sam were sleeping in their respective beds, exhausted after everything that'd happen earlier; between the beds was a nightstand, and on it was Dean's phone, which started ringing.
The sound woke Sam up and he groggily glanced at it, wondering who could be possibly calling at six in the morning. "Dean, your phone's ringing," he mumbled, but he didn't wake up; sighing, he picked the phone up and answered it. "Hello?" He then sat straight up in his bed, shocked. "Dad?"
To be continued…
A/N: An cliffy! BWAHAHAHA! R&R everyone!