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1x10 ASYLUM (Sam and Dean are trapped in an abandoned asylum with a ghost who causes extreme rage in its victims.)
Sam and Dean were in another motel room. Honestly, the two of them had stopped seeing the differences between each motel they visited. But motels were the closest places Dean had had to home for a long time. There was one difference this time, however. A trench coat wearing angel stood in the room uncomfortably. He had flown in to talk to Dean about recent rise in demon sightings. Sam talked on the phone and Dean grabbed a beer from the fridge.
"No, Dad was in California last we heard from him. We just thought...he comes to you for 'munitions...maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. Just, call us if you hear anything." Sam waited a beat before replying. "Thanks," and hung up the phone.
"Caleb hasn't heard from him?" Dean asked, turning to the younger Winchester.
"Nope. And neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Anything leads in there?"
"No, same as last time I looked. Nothing I can make out... I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like friggin' Yoda."
"You know, maybe we should call the Feds. File a missing person's." Sam suggested again. He had already had the idea shot down several times.
"We've talked about this. Dad'd be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail."
"I don't—" Sam suddenly seemed to make a realization and turned to the angel.
Dean followed his gaze and understood immediately. "Hey Cas. Mind doing us a favor real quick?"
The angel looked at him uncomprehending. "What do you mean?"
"Find our dad." Dean told him, holding their father's notebook in his hand. "Do you need to take a whiff of this or something?"
The angel furrowed his eyebrows with slight irritation. "Why would I smell an old book for you?"
"Dean just means we'd like you to track him," Sam clarified, getting up from the bed.
Castiel's lips thinned for a moment before he obliged. "I will see what I can do. John Winchester…" Castiel closed his eyes in focus. A moment passed and he concentrated harder. When he reopened his eyes, he had a confused look. "I cannot find your father."
Dean looked taken aback. "What do you mean you can't find him? You find us all the time!"
"He should not be hidden to me. I do not have a reason for you."
"Great."
"Thanks anyway," Sam added although he also felt upset. I could never be easy, could it? "It was worth a shot."
Then he turned to Dean and quietly said, "You know, he could be dead for all we know."
"Don't say that! He's not dead! He's – he's…" Dean started.
"He's gone." Sam said, gesturing to the empty space where Castiel had been moments before.
"Damn angels." Dean sighed, feeling a little badly at how he had acted towards Castiel. Before he had time to justify his behavior, his phone vibrated.
Dean took his cellphone out of his pocket and opened his messages. His eyes widened in surprise. "Sam look."
NEW MESSAGE:
42, -89
"It's coordinates. Do you think it's Dad texting us?" Sam asked, studying the screen suspiciously.
"There's your proof he's alive, then." Dean told him taking back the phone and looking the coordinates up on Sam's opened laptop.
"Was there a number on the caller ID?"
"It said 'unknown'." Dean told him.
"And the coordinates?"
"That's the interesting part," Dean said, pushing the laptop towards Sam. "Rockford, Illinois."
"Interesting how?"
"I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this. This cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife, then puts the gun in his mouth, blows his brains out. And earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum."
Sam and Dean were in the basement of the South Hall of the old Asylum. Sam's eyes were dangerously empty while Dean had his back to him and seemed unaware.
"There's a door here." The elder Winchester pointed out.
A trickle of blood ran down from Sam's nostril. "Dean. Step back from the door."
Dean sighed, rose to his feet and faced his brother, not particularly surprised. "Sam, put the gun down."
"Is that an order?"
"Nah, it's more of a friendly request."
Sam didn't seem to care for Dean's response. "'Cause I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders."
"I knew it. Ellicott did something to you."
Sam shook and the hand holding the gun at Dean tensed. "For once in your life, just shut your mouth."
"What are you gonna do, Sam? Gun's filled with rock salt. It's not gonna kill me." Dean shouldn't have said it. But hell if he wasn't frustrated with this entire situation. Dean knew he really shouldn't have said it when Sam pulled the trigger and Dean felt his chest hit by the force of a compact car. He landed painfully on the floor after having fallen through a door and waited until his brain caught up with what happened. He hadn't been expecting Sam to pull the trigger.
By the time he could see clearly, Sam was standing over him again, having traded the salt rock pistol for a lead pipe. On seeing it, Dean sprung into action, rolling out of the way and pulling himself unsteadily off the ground.
"Damn it, Sam! Listen to me! You're not being yourself." Dean tried to tell him.
Sam grinned maniacally. "Funny that you say that, Dean. This is the most like myself I've ever felt." Dean looked around for something to restrain his brother but ended up getting whacked on the temple with the pipe.
"I'm not pathetic like you." Sam continued. Dean staggered back, realizing the blow had just grazed him, leaving a gash but not rendering him unconscious.
Sam slowly revealed Dean's gun, which he must have pulled from him earlier when he was dazed. Dean gulped and put his hands in front of him. "This isn't you man. We gotta burn Dr. Ellicott's bones and then all of this will be over and you'll be back to normal."
Sam's grin was worse now that blood dripped down his lips and stained his teeth. "I am normal. I'm just telling the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? 'Cause you're following Dad's orders like a good little solider? Because you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?"
"This isn't you talking, Sam."
"Don't you act like you know who I am." Sam monotoned, putting his finger over the trigger. Dean watched carefully. He pulled his finger back. Nothing happened. He pulled the trigger a few more times. Nothing. Dean stood back up dizzily but with determination. Sam tossed the gun to the side and grabbed the lead pipe from where it had been leaning against the wall.
"Sam." Both boys spun around to face the deep, throaty voice. It was Castiel, looking as out of place as ever. He frowned in confusion at Sam's soul, something was amiss and the younger hunter's eyes were haunting. Castiel didn't have enough time to dodge Sam's immediate swing but he blocked the adrenalized hit by grabbing the weapon tightly. Sam struggled for a moment but couldn't pull it back. Castiel touched his fingers to the man's forehead. Sam momentarily swayed but was not put to sleep. Something had really messed with his mind.
The younger man pulled the salt-rock pistol from his waistband and fired two shots into Castiel's chest point-blank. The blast left small rips in his clothes and caused the angel to tense and flinch slightly from the second. "I don't wish to hurt you Sam, but I will." Castiel leaned in and warned him. Sam struggled further.
Dean had risen, wanting to simultaneously protect and stop his brother. "Cas, put him to sleep." He warned.
Castiel wrenched the pipe out of Sam's hand, tossed it aside and jabbed two fingers to the boy's forehead again. This time it emitted an electrical sound and Sam fell limply into Dean's arms. Dean looked up at the angel with wide, dangerous eyes.
"I had to make it much stronger to subdue him. However I don't think he will sleep for long. Whatever plagued his heart disappeared just now." Cas told Dean, who sighed in relief and propped him up.
"Thanks for the save, man." Dean said finally, the adrenaline leaving him once he realized his brother would be fine.
"Yes." Castiel looked around. "What is this place?"
"The basement of an old asylum. We're looking for the spirit of an evil scientist. We need to find his bones." The two boys set out looking around the lab for where the bones of the scientist were left.
"Dean, I found human remain—" Castiel said, turning around. He was suddenly face to face with an animated rotting human corpse. The zombie held two live cables in his hands, sparking and crackling with electricity. Judging by the machine they were attached to, which appeared to be a generator modified to harness the entirety of its electrical power. Castiel barely had enough time to move before he felt an electrical surge travel through his body at the level of 4 amps. A small explosion followed and he heard Dean yell out. His trench coat smoked and his limbs trembled and legs buckled under him. Castiel looked up at the scientist, now holding dead cables with skeletal hands. It seems even his rubbed gloves had not protected his arms from being burnt away by a charge of electricity potent enough to kill more than a dozen people. Castiel ringing ears registered the screams of Dr. Ellicott as Dean salted and his bones. After a moment, footsteps approached him. Dean moved to help him up and winced and pulled back when he was shocked.
"Cas, you alright?" Dean said, moved towards him again and helped him up. "You're not gonna turn into Pikachu now are you?"
"I…don't think so." Castiel said, regaining his footing. Dean gave him a strange look and chuckled. Then went to get Sam, who after being roused, opened his eyes and squinted with the beginnings of a headache.
The two hunters shared a couple of words and Castiel joined them. Dean looked at both of them. "Alright, let's get out of here."
The three men walked led Kat and Gavin outside of the asylum. Kat and Gavin were giving the singed angel strange looks which he returned with confused ones.
The boys walked the teenagers to their car and climbed in.
"Thanks guys."
"Yeah. Thanks."
"No more haunted asylums, okay?" Dean called as they started to drive away.
"Hey Dean?" Sam said. "I'm sorry man. I said some awful things back there."
"You remember all that?"
"Yeah. It's like I couldn't control it." Sam told him. "But I didn't mean it, any of it."
"You mean how you don't like following Dad orders. That was a lie?" Dean didn't believe it.
Sam's lips set but he didn't seem angry. He'd screwed up enough already that Dean was entitled to be angry at him. "Whatever, I'll be in the car when you're ready."
Dean didn't move for a moment, then turned towards Cas. "Thanks for helping out, Cas." He looked him up and down. "Jeez, you really got fried."
"It was merely electricity." Cas told him honestly. Only his clothes still bore the effects.
"And seriously Cas, thanks for not hurting Sam."
"I would have." Castiel admitted. Dean's small smile fell and his eyes hardened slightly. "Dean, I think you are confusing me for a human. I am not sentimental."
"You don't need to tell me, I already know you're a stoic guy." Dean said, remembering what Cas had said about the greater good. There had been a moment back there he'd thought Castiel might take Sam down. It meant something to Dean that he didn't. (If he'd tried, Dean would have hunted his feathery ass down).
"Angels do not experience human emotions, Dean. They can lead to pride, lust, envy, sloth, greed, gluttony and wrath. We were designed for love and righteous fury."
"Okay, well bottom line, you didn't hurt Sam." Dean told him, annoyed with his resistance. "So thanks." He said with finality, walking back to his car. Castiel flew away.
Later that night, the boys slept in the motel room. Dean's phone suddenly went off.
"Dean." Sam grumbled sleepily. When he made no movement, Sam reached for the phone himself and held it to his ear. "Hello."
He sat straight up in surprise. "Dad?"
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