The three hunters regrouped outside the bar.
"So Sammy, did you find out anything useful?" Kristin asked.
"Gunderson said that Kelly wasn´t the type to shoot his wife. They were patrolling the asylum that night and Kelly was searching the south wing." Sam paused for a moment. "Back in 1972 a bunch of teenagers died in a fire after one of them went nuts. Guess where it happened?"
"South wing." Dean answered. "Let´s go check out the place."
A ten minute drive later the trio arrived at the asylum. They got out of the Impala and armed themselves with shotguns and flashlights. Once fully armed, they entered the building and went straight for the south wing.
"Let´s split up, so we can cover more ground." Kristin suggested.
"No way we´re letting you go all by yourself." Dean objected.
"Geez don´t get you panties, thongs or what ever kind of undergarment you´re wearing in a twist. I´ll be fine on my own." She retorted.
"Dean´s right, Kristin. Please?" Sam gave her his best puppy dog eyes and she eventually caved.
"Fine, I´ll go with Mr Machoman. Be careful, Sammy." She cupped his face briefly with her left hand and then turned towards the older Winchester. "Cmon Deano, shake your booty. We´ve got a ghost to gank." She said and smacked his ass as she passed him and took the lead.
Sam chuckled at Deans shocked reaction, he surely didn´t see that one coming.
"Why the hell do you always have to do that?" Dean complained.
"Smack your ass? Hey, that was the first time I did that." Kristin defended herself.
"I didn´t mean that and you know it."
"Oooh sorry, did I hurt your feelings? I´m sure those brainless bimbos you attract beg on their knees for a night with you. If it makes you feel any better, you can grope my boobies." Her voice was full of sarcasm.
Dean grunted in frustration. This girl was driving him insane but still he couldn´t help himself but feel extremely attracted to her. She was a whole new level of hot but there was so much more to her than just her looks.
"Seems like this is definetely ground zero, The EMF is going off the hook." Her voice brought him back into reality.
He didn´t notice the loose lamp dangling right above his head. Kristing however did and she pushed him aside before it could hit him. The lamp missed her by a few inches and it hit the ground with a loud bang.
Another loud bang followed seconds after as both hunters hit the ground aswell. Dean was laying on the floor with Kristin on top of him and both of them were staring at one another akwardly.
Their heads started moving closer and their lips were about an inch apart.
"Guys, are you ok? I heard a loud noise." They were startled by Sams voice.
"No, I just saved Deano here from getting hit in the head by that lamp. Didn´t wanna risk to damage that little upstairs brain he has left." She stood up and dusted herself off.
"Haha, very funny." Dean retorted and got up to his feet aswell.
"Anyways, check out what I found." Sam showed them the framed picture he had found. A man in a white coat was on it. 'Dr Sanford Elicott' was ingraved into the bottom of the frame.
"That name sounds familiar." Kristin paused for a moment and tried to memorize where she had heard that name. "Aah, now I remember. The psychiatrist my friend used to see is called Elicott. We should check him out tomorrow. But for now let´s get out of here, this place gives me the creeps."
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The next day Sam made an appointment with Dr James Elicott in order to get some more information on the asylum. Dean and Kristin decided to wait in the Impala for him.
"So are we just going to sit here and roll thumbs until Sam comes back?"
"Well, what else are we supposed to do sweetheart?" Kristin looked at him expectantly.
"We could talk. You could tell me about yourself for starters."
"My zodiac sign´s aries, I´ve got 2 tattoos, real C cup boobs and I like to hustle pool."
"Can you for once leave out the sarcasm. I meant really talk."
Kristin was surprised at the seriousness in his voice. Maybe I should give him a chance, she thought.
"Sorry. What would you like to know?"
"What you´ve been up to after we parted ways." He was genuinely interested.
"My parents started to train me like a hunter but they always prioritized my 'normal' life. I was only allowed to go on hunts during school holidays." She paused for a moment. "A few years ago I got accepted into Harvard where I led an entirely normal life just like I had promised my parents. My Dad died about a year ago and I was about to quit school but luckily my Mom talked some sense into me. I graduated and here I am now, hunting with Sammy and you."
"Are you going to continue hunting?"
"I don´t know. I got a taste of what it feels like to be normal and to be honest I kinda liked it but on the other hand I feel like I owe it to my Dad to continue the family business. I guess the only option I have is to figure out some kind of compromise. The FBI offered me a job, which would allow me to do so."
"Sam left Dad and me a few years ago to go to Stanford. Dad had gone missing a couple of months ago and I just showed up at Sams doorstep and asked him for help. His girlfriend was killed when I dropped him back off at their place. Sometimes I wonder if she´d still be alive if I didn´t show up." Dean sounded guilty.
"Dean." Kristin put a hand on his knee and looked him in the eyes. "Don´t blame yourself. Neither Sam nor you are responsible for her death."
They remained in their position for a while until they saw Sam exit the building. Kristin took her hand of Deans knee.
"I´m surprised. Who would have thought that Dean Winchester is capable of having normal conversations." She winked at him.
Sam slid into the backseat of the Impala.
"How was it? Did you talk about your feelings?" Dean joked and Sam rolled his eyes.
"Haha, very funny Dean. Anyways, turns out that the south wing was the place where they kept all the hardcore patients. They rioted and a fire errupted. Some bodies were never recovered, including Sanford Elicotts body." He explained.
Sorry for the sudden ending. The next chapter will be longer, I promise. xxLois87