Sorry for any mistakes in this chapter. My brain isn't functioning properly but I wanted to get it up!

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She was fifty percent sure she wasn't alone in the hospital, and she didn't mean because Sam and Dean were in here somewhere with her, although she had considered that; Maybe they were playing a trick on her? Punishing her for lying to them about her name, and past?

She didn't blow off the idea straight away. Dean had the personality of a prankster so she could totally see him doing something like this, but she found it hard to believe that Sam would go along with it, no matter how much he hated her.

It was small things at first as she searched through the abandoned halls of the hospital.

Doors that were open would close, and vice-versa. Papers would sweep across the floor when there was no breeze to carry them. Sometimes, she swore she heard groans but soon as she stopped to listen, they would stop too.

The door which the blood-trail led to had been a bust. It was a computer room, or used to be some kind of computer room. Maybe an office? Or even a call centre, she wasn't sure, having never worked in that type of environment herself. There was no other exits, and there was no body either, like she had expected. The trail ended as if someone had picked the body up, which she doubted had happened since the amount of blood that coated the floor, surely they would have still be bleeding, which meant there should have atleast been drops indicating their path.

But nope. Or as Dean would say, Nada.

So she carried on searching, always looking behind her back because of noises and her paranoia. She just couldn't shake the feeling of eyes watching her.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed before she made it to the third floor. It could have been an hour. It sure as hell felt like she'd been there for a lot longer.

She was in the process of searching down another hallway when something big – the size of Sam – scurried from one room to the other. It was at the other end of the hall, way away from her, but it was enough to put her defences up and make her jump.

"Since when do ghosts mess with people?" she said quietly, trying to calm her breaths. A groan from the door next to her made her spin round, shot-gun and flashlight raised. She really, really didn't like this hunt.

The door was closed, and she almost thought she'd imagined it again when the sound reappeared, this time more clearly. Knowing that she wasn't crazy, she took a step forward and twisted the door knob before kicking it open and aiming her gun.

Nothing happened.

Releasing her breath, she stepped into the room and searched around with her flash light. To the right side of the room around the corner, she found exactly what she'd been looking for and her heart skipped a beat.

"Dean!" she exclaimed, not caring about speaking quietly. She fell to her knees beside him, where he sat slouched against the wall with blood dripping down the side of his head. He was barely conscious. "Dean? Dean, wake up." She shook his shoulder before using the flash-light to check his pupil response. It didn't look like he had a concussion, most likely just one hell of a headache.

He groaned again before his eyes fluttered open. For a moment, he squinted and searched the room before his eyes fell onto her, where they widened. "Darcy, t'hell you doin' here?" he demanded to know with a slur.

She didn't correct him on her name. Now wasn't really the best time. "You and Sam didn't come back to the motel." She grabbed his arm as he attempted to stand, and they both stood. "I was worried so I…" she gave him a sheepish look. "Kinda broke free." Lifting up her wrist, she showed him the cuffs which still hung from it.

First he looked angry, then impressed, and then kind of proud before he settled on worried. "I lost Sam." His voice broke. "We got separated…I heard him shout my name and then nothing. Everythin' went black." He touched the wound on his head and winced.

She gave him a sympathetic look. She knew how much his brother meant to him. "It's okay. We'll find him, Dean." She said firmly, squeezing his hand before letting it go. "Here." She handed him the shotgun. She'd feel better knowing that he had it. That way, she didn't have to worry about him.

"Thanks," Dean mumbled, checking he bullets in the chamber. "I lost mine…think it was in the hall where I…" he frowned, glancing around with a confused expression.

The ammo clinked in her hand as she took it out of her pocket, ready to give it to him. She eyed his expression as she passed them over. "Where you…" she encouraged him as he absently took the shells from her.

"When I was attacked, it was in the corridor on the fourth floor." He explained to her, pocketing the shot-gun shells. "Dunno how I got in here."

She frowned with him. "Fourth floor? I'm pretty sure we're on the third floor…"

He shrugged. "Ghosts. I'll never understand them." He said simply before walking towards the door. "C'mon. Quicker we find Sammy, the better."

"Best bet is the top floor," she whispered to him as they walked through the halls. "I saw someone up there when I was outside."

Dean nodded in agreement. "Probably our best lead." He stopped as they came across the stair well and waited for her to use the flash-light, searching it for any dangers before stepping forward and heading up the stairs when they found none. "I, uh, wanted to thank you." He said after a moment of silence.

She gave him an odd look as they reached the floor they needed. "Why?"

He cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at her. "You didn't have to come after us." He glanced at her quickly before looking away again. "You could have left soon as you were free, but you didn't."

Oh. She just shrugged. "I wanted to…believe me," she admitted with a quiet laugh. "But I knew if you needed help, and I just left? I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Especially if something happened to you." She didn't add in the fact that she had a crush on him, and she adored Sam like a brother. He probably wouldn't believe her even if she did tell him. He'd probably think she was just trying to fool them once more.

He finally looked over at her, his eyes examining her as if he was trying to work out who she was, and why she did the things she did. When he still couldn't figure it out, he shook his head and mumbled, "I don't get you." Before looking away once more.

She shined the flash-light into one of the rooms they passed. "I'm not that complicated." She replied honestly.

"No, no," he disagreed. "You are, and I mean, you're more complicated than most women, and that's sayin' something."

She snorted and smiled but otherwise said nothing.

He took that as a cue to continue. "You killed those hunters – you admitted that – and you killed your own Dad…but when it comes to me and Sam? You what? You risk your neck to save us?" he shook his head. "That isn't the actions of a cold-blooded killer, sweetheart."

She couldn't help but be offended by his words even if he didn't mean to insult her. "I…I-I'm not-" she sighed and dropped it, knowing that she couldn't argue her corner. "Maybe…I'm just more complicated than I thought." She decided to go with instead.

"Maybe." He absently agreed as they came to the last door at the end of the hall. "This it?" he questioned quietly.

"I think so." She nodded and he signalled for her to get ready with the flash light.

He mouthed, 'One…Two…Three.' Before swinging the door open and holding up his shotgun, eyes searching the room frantically for his brother.

Only to come up with nothing.

"Dammit." He cursed harshly. "Where the hell do we go now?"

"Hey guys."

They both jumped at the sound of Sam's voice which had just appeared from behind them.

"What the hell man?" Dean demanded to know. "Where have you been?"

Sam shrugged, barley containing his smile. "Someone knocked me out. Woke up in that room there." He pointed at the room Dean and Kerry had just searched. "Been searching the floor for my gear." He held up two shot-guns and two flash-lights. "Was doing that when I saw you guys."

Dean grabbed his shotgun and flashlight while handing Kerry's back to her. They had searched the fourth floor for Dean's gear but hadn't had any luck, which now made sense since whoever had knocked Dean out, had taken his weapon and hid them with Sam's. "And you thought you'd scare us?"

"No," Sam laughed quietly. "Although that was a bonus."

"It wouldn't have been if I'd shot your ass!"

"Boys," Kerry couldn't help but smile as she rolled her eyes. "Can we get out of here now?"

Dean nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Lets."

"C'mon," Sam told them. "I got a few things to show you guys."