About an hour or two away from a new city, the Winchesters and Shia stopped at a gas station. Dean was outside filling the car up, Shia was beside him. Sam was in the store getting some snacks for the road.

"So, you saw your mom?" Shia asked. Dean nodded in response. "Damn, that's got to be tough. I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"Yeah, I just wish I had you with me," Dean said looking at his girlfriend.

"I know, baby, but you know Bobby's rules when it comes to me. 'If I'm gonna be hunting with the Winchesters, I should come back home and hunt with my old man when he needs me on a case.' And trust me, he needed me on that case." Shia told Dean, she could have sworn she saw Dean smile a little. Shia walked over to Dean and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. "I love you, Dean Winchester."

"Yeah, well, ditto," Dean said with a smile.

"Okay, guys, ready to go. I have snacks," Sam said as he was walking back towards the car.

"Did you get me some chocolate?" Shia asked, Sam nodded and pulled out a candy bar. The trio got in the car and now they were on their way to a motel.

In a motel room, Sam, Dean and Shia were still on their search for the boy's father. Dean was sat at the table, flipping through the journal, while Shia was sat on the bed going through sheets of information that weren't in the journal. Sam was sat on the bed opposite Shia on his cell phone.

"No, dad was in California last we heard from him," Sam said into the phone. "We just thought he comes to you for munitions, maybe you seen him in the last few weeks. Just call us if you hear anything. Thanks."

"Caleb hasn't heard from him?" Dean asked as Sam hung up.

"Nope," Sam answered. "Neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Any leads in there?"

"No," Dean said. "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," Sam suggested. "File a missing persons."

"We talked about this," Shia said, looking up from the sheets. "Your dad would be pissed if we put the feds on his tail."

"I don't care anymore," Sam said as Dean cell phone went off, Dean looking through piles of his clothes for it. "After all that happened back in Kansas. I mean, he should have been there, Dean. You said so yourself. You tried to call him and nothing."

"I know," Dean said. "Where the hell is my cell phone?"

"You know, he could be dead for all we know," Sam said, ignoring him.

"Don't say that. He's not dead. He's… he's…."

"He's what? He's hiding? He's busy?"

"Sam, this is John we're talking about. I'm sure he's fine," Shia said as Dean finally found his cell phone, flicking it open to see the sound was a message tone. He opened it and saw it was from an unavailable number and simply read 42, -89. Co-ordinates.

"I don't believe it," Dean said with a slight laugh.

"What, baby?" Shia asked as Dean sat on the bed beside her.

"It's a… a text message," he stumbled out. "It's co-ordinates."

After the message on Dean's phone, Shia was now sat with the laptop open, Dean beside her, while Sam paced the room, still going through this.

"You think dad was texting us?" Sam said for about the fifth time.

"He's given us co-ordinates before," Dean gave the reply he had before.

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

"Sam, this is good news," Dean assured him. "It means he's ok. Or alive, at least."

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

"No, it said unknown."

"Ok, well where do the co-ordinates point?" Sam said, turning to Shia.

"That's the interesting part," Shia said. "Rockford, Illinois."

"Ok, and that's interesting how?" Sam said.

"Well, I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this," Shia said, turning the screen do Sam could see. He moved beside her, looking at the screen as Shia magnified a picture of Officer Kelly.

"This cop, Walter Kelly," Shia went on. "He 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."

"Ok, I'm not following," Sam said as Shia began flipping through the journal. "What does this have to do with us?"

"Your dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal. Let's see," Shia said, turning to the right page and showing it to Sam and Dean. "Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings. Two deaths. Till last week, at least. I think this is where he wants us to go."

"This is a job," Sam said, standing up and pacing angrily with his fingers laced behind his head. "Dad wants us to work a job."

"Yeah, maybe we'll meet up with him," Dean said. "Maybe he's there."

"Maybe he's not," Sam said. "He could be sending us there by ourselves to hunt this thing."

"Who cares?" Dean said, standing up as Shia closed the laptop and listened to them. "If he wants us there it's good enough for me."

"This doesn't strike you as weird?" Sam said. "The texting? The co-ordinates?"

"Sam. Dad's telling us to go somewhere, we're going," Dean said, walking off to pack his stuff. Sam and Shia just sat staring after him, knowing that when it came to his father, there was no way in hell either of them were gonna change his mind.

Following the co-ordinates and leads they had from the cases at the asylum, Sam, Dean and Shia had turned up at a bar. Inside the bar, Officer Gunderson was sat solemnly at the bar on his own. That was until Dean and Shia approached him.

"You're Daniel Gunderson, right? You're a cop?" Dean said.

"Yeah, Gunderson said simply."

"I'm Nigel Tufnel, this is Kristine Guest," Dean said, him and Shia sitting opposite Gunderson. "We're with the Chicago Tribune. Mind if we ask you a couple of questions about your partner?"

"Yeah, I do," Gunderson said. "I'm just trying to have a beer here."

"It's okay, it won't take that long," Shia said with a sweet smile. "We just want to hear the story in your words."

"A week ago my partner was sitting in that chair," Gunderson said. "Now he's dead. You gonna ambush me here?"

"Sorry. But we need to know what happened," Dean said. From the other side of the bar, Sam walked aggressively over to them.

"Hey, buddy. How about leaving the poor guy alone, huh?" Sam said, grabbing Dean roughly from his chair and pushing him into the pool table. "The man's an officer. Why don't you show a little respect."

Dean leaned against the pool table for a minute, staring at Sam, before leaving. Dean gone, Sam turned to Shia, who held her hands up in defense.

"I'm out of here," Shia said, leaving Sam alone with Gunderson.

"You didn't have to do that," Gunderson said to Sam.

"Yeah, of course I did. Those kinda people are serious jerks. Let me buy you a beer, huh?" Sam said, turning to the barman and holding up two fingers. "Two."

"Thanks," Gunderson said as Sam took the chair he had just thrown Dean out of.

Outside the bar, Dean and Shia were leant against the car, waiting for Sam. Dean was massaging a sore shoulder while Shia just looked really bored.

"I'm so frigging bored," Shia said with a smile. "Why did we have to be the people who get kicked out of the bar?"

"You weren't kicked out, baby," Dean said. "I was, you left willingly."

"Oh no," Shia said, turning to Dean with a smile. "Did Sammy hurt you?"

"No," Dean said, although he continued to massage his shoulder. Smiling, Shia leant into his shoulder and kissed it gently, keeping her eyes focused on his face. Dean turned to her with a smile, spinning her so she was in front of him, stood between his legs, and making her giggle softly.

"You said you were bored, right?" Dean said.

"Yeah, I did," Shia said. In reply to this, Dean simply pulled Shia closer and kissed her.

"Helping?" he said as he pulled away, smiling cheekily.

"Maybe," Shia said, wrapping her arms round Dean's neck and pulling back to him to kiss him again. Unnoticed by the pair, Sam walked out of the bar behind them, seeing the two clearly too occupied to notice him. Getting their attention, Sam cleared his throat loudly, making the two pull apart and turn to him.

"Hey," Dean said, him and Shia separating to stand side by side again. "You shoved me kind of hard in there, buddy boy."

"I had to sell it, didn't I?" Sam said. "It's Method acting."

"Huh?" Dean said, to which Shia repressed a laugh at her clueless her boyfriend sometimes was. Gorgeous and a real sweet guy, but clueless.

"Never mind," Sam said.

"I'm just glad you didn't have to turn on me," Dean said with a smile at Sam. "What'd you find out from Gunderson?"

"So, Walter Kelly was a good cop," Sam told them. "Head of his class, even-keeled. He had a bright future ahead of him."

"What about at home?" Dean asked.

"He and his wife had a few fights, like everybody, but it was mostly smooth sailing," Sam said. "They were even talking about having kids."

"Awe, that's so sad," Shia said out loud.

"All right, so either Kelly had some deep seated crazy waiting to bust out, or something else did it to him," Dean said.

"Right," Sam said.

"What did Gunderson tell you about the asylum?" Shia asked.

"A lot," Sam said with a smile.

Going to the source of the problem, Sam, Dean and Shia jumped the fence into the asylum next morning.

"So apparently, the cops chased the kids here, into the south wing," Sam said as they walked around the building.

"South wing, huh? Wait a second," Dean said, flicking through the pages of his fathers journal. "South wing, south wing. 1972. 'Three kids broke into the south wing. Only one survived'. The way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place."

"So whatever is going on, south wing seems like the heart of it," Shia said.

"Yeah, but if kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?" Dean said. As if answering that, Sam's eye fell on the broken chain across the doors.

"Looks like the doors are usually chained," Sam said. "Could've been chained up for years."

"Yeah, to keep people out," Dean said.

"Or to keep something in," Shia added as Sam cautiously walked to the doors, slowly pushing them open. He exchanged a look with Dean and Shia before the three walked together through the corridors, Dean with his EMF meter out.

"Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel," Dean said to Sam.

"Dude, enough," Sam said, making Dean and Shia laugh slightly.

"I'm serious," Dean went on. "You gotta be careful, all right. Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got going."

"I told you, it's not ESP," Sam argued. "I just have strange vibes sometimes. Weird dreams."

"Yeah, whatever," Dean said. "Don't ask, don't tell."

"You getting any reading on the thing or not?" Sam said, keeping the conversation on the topic at hand.

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

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

"Yeah, the freaks come out at night," Shia translated into her kinda language.

"Yeah," Sam agreed.

"Hey Sam, who do you thinks the hotter psychic?" Shia started with a smile. "Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Loved Hewitt, or you?"

With a playful look her way, Sam shoved Shia lightly as her and Dean laughed. Carrying on their personal tour of the building, the trio walked into an old operating room, Dean whistling lowly as he looked round at all the equipment. He flicked the switches on the EMF meter one last time before giving up and putting it away as he still got nothing.

"Man. Electroshock, labotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people," Dean said before putting on a Jack Nicholson type accent. "Kind of like my man Jack in Cuckoo's Nest."

And all his attempted joke earned him were stares from his brother and girlfriend.

"So, what do you think?" Dean said, giving up the joking. "Ghosts are possessing people?"

"Maybe," Sam said.

"Or maybe it's more like, uh… like Amityville or the Smurl haunting," Shia suggested.

"Spirits driving them insane," Dean said. "Kind of like my man Jack in The Shining."

"Give it up, sweetie," Shia said, giving him a response this time as they carried on looking round the room.

"Dean?" Sam said, making Dean turn to him. "When are we gonna talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" Dean asked.

"About the fact that dad's not here," Sam said.

"Oh, let's see. Never," Dean said.

"I'm being serious, man," Sam said.

"So am I, Sam," Dean said. Behind them, Shia just shook her head. She could see the inevitably battle of the brothers coming up, which neither would win, and she didn't feel like getting involved. She just carried on searching round the room, continuing with the real reason why they were there.

"Look, he sent us here," Dean continued. "He obviously wants us here. We'll just have to pick up the search later."

"It doesn't matter what he wants," Sam said.

"See, that attitude right there? That is why I always got the extra cookie."

"Dad could be in trouble. We should be looking for him. We deserve some answers, Dean. I mean, this is our family we're talking about."

"I understand that, Sam. But he's given us an order."

"So what, we gotta always follow dad's orders?"

"Of course we do."

"Are you two girls done?" Shia said finally, a hint of annoyance in her tone. "Can we get back to the case now?"

Both looking over at rational girl, all Sam and Dean had to see was the look in her eyes and the way she was standing to know she was annoyed enough to cause both of them pain if they didn't listen to her right now. The three now looking round the room, Shia picked up a metal plague from one of the tables.

" 'Sanford Ellicott'," she read off of it. "You know what we gotta do. We gotta find out more about the south wing. See if something happened here."

Shia turned to walk out, smacking the plague across Dean's arm and shoving it into Sam's chest as she walked past them. Looking down at the sign, the boys read 'Chief of Staff Sanford Ellicott. M.D.' Glancing at each other, Sam threw the plague down as he and Dean followed Shia out.

Looking up the name Ellicott, the three had found his living relative, psychiatrist Dr James Ellicott. Taking this one, Sam was sat in the waiting room flipping through a magazine when the doctor came out of his office.

"Sam Winchester?" he called into the waiting room, making Sam look up.

"That's me," Sam said.

"Come on in," James said, walking into his office with Sam following behind. The two sat opposite each other, James at his desk and Sam on the couch.

"Thanks again for seeing me last minute," Sam said, looking round the room at all the certificates on the walls, and pictures on the desk. "Dr. Ellicott? Ellicott, that name. Wasn't there a… a Dr. Sanford Ellicott? Yeah, he was a… he was a chief psychiatrist somewhere."

"My father was chief of staff at the old Roosevelt Asylum," James said "How did you know?"

"Uh, well, I'm sort of a local history buff," Sam adlibbed. "Hey, wasn't there a… wasn't there an incident or something? In the, uh... in the…. In the hospital, I guess. In the south wing, right?"

"We're on your dollar, Sam. We're here to talk about you," James said.

"Oh, ok. Yeah, yeah, sure," Sam said.

"So," James began.

"So," Sam repeated, not sure what to say.

"How's things?" James asked.

"Uh, things are good, doctor?" Sam said.

"Good. What you been doing?" James asked.

"Uh, same old. Just been on a road trip with my brother and a friend," Sam said, the tone in his voice quite different between the words 'brother' and 'friend'.

"Was that fun?"

"Loads. Um, you know, we met a lot of… interesting people."

"Mm-hm."

"Did a lot of, uh…. A lot of interesting things," Sam said, wanting to get off this subject. "Uh…. You know, what was it exactly that happened in the south wing? I forget…."

"Look, if you're a local history buff, then you know all about the Roosevelt riot," James said.

"The riot? Well, no, I know. I'm just curious," Sam said.

"Sam, let's cut the bull, shall we?" James said. "You're avoiding the subject."

"What subject?" Sam asked.

"You," James said simply. "Now, I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you all about the Roosevelt riot if you tell me something honest about yourself. Like… this brother you're road tripping with. How do you feel about him?"

This question, for Sam, was a stumper. One he wasn't sure he wanted to answer.

Outside the doctor's office, Dean and Shia were waiting somewhat impatiently for Sam to come back out. Dean grabbing Shia by the waist pulling her towards him, Sam walked passed them as he came out, Dean and Shia following him to the car.

"Dude. You were in there forever," Dean said. "What the hell were you talking about?"

"Just the hospital, you know," Sam said.

"And?" Shia said.

"And the south wing?" Sam said. "It's where they housed the real hard cases. The psychotics, the criminally insane."

"Sounds cosy," Dean said.

"Yeah. And one night in '64, they rioted. Attacked staff, attacked each other."

"So what, the patients took over the asylum?"

"Apparently."

"Any deaths?"

"Some patients, some staff. I guess it was pretty gory. Some of the bodies were never even recovered including our chief of staff, Ellicott."

"What do you mean, never recovered?"

"Cops scoured every inch of the place, but I guess the patients must've stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden."

"That's grim," Shia said with a grimace.

"Yeah," Sam said. "So they transferred all the surviving patients and shut down the hospital for good."

"All right, so to sum it up," Shia said. "We've got a bunch of violent deaths and a bunch of unrecovered bodies."

"Which could mean a bunch of angry spirits," Sam added.

"Good times," Dean said as the group got into the car. "Let's check out the hospital tonight."

Back at the main doors to the building, Sam, Dean and Shia cautiously pushed through, knowing they were more than likely gonna find a lot more by night than day. Each had their equipment on them as they walked in, Sam with a flashlight, Dean with an EMF meter and Shia holding a video camera on night vision.

"Getting readings?" Sam asked as the EMF meter beeped.

"Yeah, big time," Dean said.

"Full of spirits, this place is orbing like crazy," Shia said, motioning to the camera lens where there were white balls floating around.

"Probably multiple spirits out and about," Dean said.

"If these unrecovered bodies are casing the haunting…." Sam began.

"We gotta find them and burn them," Dean finished. "Just be careful though. The only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit is the pissed off spirit of a psycho killer."

As they walked down the corridor, they didn't notice the figure pass quickly behind them, and didn't see a thing as they turned. And seeing nothing, they carried on walking, also not noticing the spirit in the side corridor as they passed. The spirit of an old patient, his head shaking violently as he sat strapped in a straight jacket.

The three moved off in opposite directions, Dean down one corridor with his EMF meter while Shia took the night screen camcorder into another room with Sam and his flashlight. Searching round all the different nooks and crannies of the room, Shia followed a sound with her camcorder, which picked up the images of a woman, a large hole through the side of her head. Sam and Shia gasped in shock, backing up quickly as the woman slowly approached them.

"Dean. Dean! Shotgun!" Shia called out and Dean came racing in, shotgun aimed at the woman.

"Get down!" Dean yelled, firing as Sam and Shia ducked, the rock salt repelling the spirit as she disappeared.

"What the hell? That was weird," Shia said as her and Sam got to their feet.

"Yeah, you're telling me," Dean said, hr pulled Shia towards him to get a look at her. "You okay, baby? She didn't hurt you, right?" Shia shook her head.

"Baby, I'm fine. She didn't really attack us. It was weird," Shia said, Dean nodded his head and turned to walk away with Shia and Sam following.

"Yeah, I know," Dean said almost skeptically.

"No, Dean, I mean, it was weird that she didn't attack us," Sam said.

"Looked pretty agro from where I was standing," Dean said.

"She didn't hurt us," Sam said. "She didn't even try. So if she didn't want to hurt us then what did she want?"

Walking past one of the rooms, a low noise caught their ears. Turning his shotgun to the room, Dean walked in cautiously with Sam and Shia to where there was an upturned bed against the corner wall. Shia tipping it aside, the three came face to face with a terrified Kat, curled up in the corner.

"It's alright, sweetie. We're not going to hurt you. It's ok," Shia said as Dean lowered the shotgun and Kat stood up. "What's your name?"

"Katherine," Kat said. "Kat."

"Ok," Dean said. "I'm Dean. This is Sam and my girlfriend Shia."

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked.

"Um, my boyfriend Gavin…." Kat started.

"Is he here?" Dean interrupted her.

"Somewhere," Kat said, Sam, Dean and Shia exchanging a worried glance. "He thought it would be fun and try and see some ghosts. I thought it was all just, you know, pretend. I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream and…."

"All right," Dean said, taking her hand and leading her to the door. "Kat, come on. Sam's gonna get you out of here and then we're gonna find your boyfriend."

"No, no," Kat said, pulling away from him. "I'm not gonna leave without Gavin. I'm coming with you."

"It's no joke around her okay, it's dangerous," Dean said.

"That's why I've gotta find him," Kat said adamantly.

"Alright," Dean said, giving in. "I guess we're gonna split up, then. Let's go."

Looking for Gavin, the group separated, Sam and Shia searching in one direction while Dean was with Kat.

"Gavin!" Sam called into the quiet of the building.

"Gavin?" Shia repeated, aiming the flashlight round the corridors. Turning, she came face to face with Sam, who was staring at her.

"What?" Shia asked cautiously.

"Nothing," Sam said with a smile. "It's just we barely get time to ourselves. I just miss having my best friend to myself."

"You make it sound like we're having a dirty affair. I'm sorry we don't have much time together. Okay?" Shia said with a friendly smile.

"Yeah, well, I miss you."

For a second, Shia just continued to stare at Sam, wondering why, as he said, he was bringing this up now of all times. After the second, she smiled slightly, somewhat seeing his point and linking her arm through his.

"You're right," she said. "Well, as of right now we're spending time together."

"Yeah. What fun we're having!" Sam said, making Shia laugh a little.

"Okay," Shia said. "If we get out here, remind me to get rid of Dean for a while. We can have some bff time then."

"Alright. Okay," Sam said with a smile, the two going back to the matter at hand.

Up on their side of the building, Sam and Shia walked into a room to see Gavin lay on the floor.

"Gavin. Hey, Gavin," Sam said, trying to shake him awake. It worked, Gavin waking with a jump and edging away from them.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay," Sam said. "We're here to help."

"Who are you?" Gavin asked.

"My name is Sam. This is Shia," Sam said, helping Gavin to his feet. "We found your girlfriend."

"Kat?" Gavin said.

"Yeah," Sam answered.

"Is she all right?" Gavin asked.

"She's worried about you," Shia said. "Are you okay?"

"I was running," Gavin said. "I think I fell."

"You were running from what?" Sam asked.

"There was… there was this girl," Gavin stuttered out. "Her… her face…. It was all messed up."

"Okay, alright. Listen, listen," Shia said. "This girl, did she try to hurt you?"

"What? No. She…." Gavin said, his sentence faltering off.

"She what?" Shia said.

"She kissed me," Gavin said, half whispering.

"Well, I guess you're somewhat cute. Did she try to hurt you physically?" Shia said.

"Lady, she kissed me," Gavin said. "I'm scarred for life."

"Well, trust me, it could've been worse, she could've groped you or something," Shia said, her and Sam laughing slightly. "Now, do you remember anything else?"

"She…. Actually, she tried to whisper something in my ear," Gavin said.

"What?" Shia asked.

"I don't know. I ran like hell," Gavin admitted.

Back down the opposite side of the building, Dean and Kat were still on their search for Gavin, Dean's flashlight doing just as his had and flickering out completely.

"You son of a bitch," he muttered, putting away the useless flashlight and pulling a lighter from his pocket. "It's all right. I got a lighter."

"Ow. You're hurting my arm," Kat said softly.

"What are you talking about?" Dean said. Turning round, he held the glow from the lighter near her arm, seeing a dead looking something with a hold on Kat's arm. With a scream, Kat was forcibly pulled into a side room, the door locking behind her.

"Kat!" Dean yelled into the room, pulling on the door while Kat pounded on it. "Kat, hang on!"

With a crowbar, Dean tried to pry the door open when Kat stopped pounding, sensing something else in the room with her. She turned, but there was nothing there. Nothing until she turned again and the spirit of a shaggy looking man was in front of her. She screamed, backing away, but the spirit was now behind her. Inside the small room, she tried her best to get away from him, screaming still.

Outside the room, Dean was still trying to pry the door open when Sam, Shia and Gavin came running up to him.

"What's going on?" Sam asked.

"She's inside with one of them," Dean said.

"Help me!" Kat yelled out, pressed against the wall and trying not to look at the spirit.

"Kat!" Gavin screamed through the door.

"Get me out of here!" Kat yelled again.

"Kat, honey," Shia yelled through the door to her. "It's not gonna hurt you! Listen to me! You have to face it. You have to calm down."

"She's gotta what?" Dean said.

"I have to what?" Kat repeated.

"The spirits. They're not trying to hurt us," Shia said. "They're trying to communicate. You gotta listen to it. You gotta face it."

"You face it!" Kat yelled back to her.

"No. It's the only way you're gonna get out of there," Shia told her.

"No!" Kat screamed.

"Look at it, that's all. Come on, you can do it," Shia yelled to her.

For a moment, Sam, Dean, Shia and Gavin waited outside while there was silence inside. Waited with baited breath while inside the room, Kat slowly turned to face the spirit as he leaned in to whisper to her.

"Kat?" Gavin called into the room after too much silence.

"Babe, I hope you're right about this," Dean said to Shia.

"Yeah, me too," Shia said as the door clicked open, Kat stood dazed in the doorway.

"Kat," Gavin said, grabbing her as she came out of the room and Sam, Dean and Shia took her place, looking round.

"One thirty-seven," Kat said.

"Sorry?" Dean said.

"It whispered in my ear," Kat told them. "137."

"Room number," Sam, Dean and Shia said together, exchanging a look as they bent down by their bag.

"All right, so if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone…." Sam said.

"Then what are they trying to do?" Dean added.

"Maybe that's what they've been trying to tell us," Shia said.

"I guess we'll find out. All right," Dean said, the three getting to their feet. "So…. Now, you guys ready to leave this place?"

"That's an understatement," Kat said.

"Ok," Dean said, turning to Sam. "You get them out of here. We're gonna go find room 137."

With a flashlight each and a shotgun, Dean and Shia made their way down the corridor while Sam took Kat and Gavin to safety.

"So how do you guys know about all this ghost stuff?" Kat asked now they were away from Dean and Shia.

"It's kind of our job," Sam said.

"Why would anyone want a job like that?" Kat said.

"I had a crappy guidance counsellor," Sam said with a small laugh.

"And Dean? He's your boss?" Kat said.

"No," Sam said, turning to her. But while he said it, he did wonder just how many people who came in to their lives thought that. Dean had a way of taking charge of the situation, whatever the situation, and whoever the situation was with. And the taken charge deal went high beyond just the big brother deal. And Kat's question made him wonder whether he was glad other people could see this, or even more annoyed at Dean for making it too obvious.

Or then there was the option of being annoyed at himself for letting it happen.

While they were heading out, Dean and Shia were walking deeper into the building, looking at door after door for room 137.

"Dean," Shia called as her flashlight beam shone on door number 137.

"Bingo," Dean said, walking up behind her. Pushing the door, Dean tipped aside the chair blocking it and walked in, Shia behind him. On the floor at their feet, the first thing they saw was a plague reading 'Dr. Sanford Ellicott', clearly meant for the door. Stepping over that and the rest of the debris in the room, Dean and Shia took to searching through the old file cabinet.

In room 137, Dean and Shia were still searching around, looking through the debris, the file cabinet and the trash can. Kneeling beside the desk, Dean noticed a removable panel in the wall. Inside was a brown leather case, which he held up to Shia.

"This is why I get paid the big bucks," Dean said. Shia took the case off him, taking a journal from inside and flipping through the pages.

"Patients journal," Shia read aloud. Dean pulled out a chair from behind the desk, about to sit on it, when he was swatted away by Shia, who took the seat. Glaring at her, all it took was one innocent kiss for him to give in, kneeling beside her and holding the flashlight over the journal.

"Why all work and no play makes Dr. Ellicott a very dull boy," Shia said as they flipped through the pages of the journal.

At the main exit, Kat and Gavin were still standing guard. Kat was sat on the floor, the shotgun resting against her shoulder, while Gavin paced in front of her.

"Hey, Gavin?" Kat said.

"Yeah?" Gavin said, kneeling beside her.

"If we make it out of here alive, we are so breaking up," Kat said, the sound of a clatter and approaching footsteps reaching their ears before Gavin could say anything else. Turning towards the sound, they saw a shadow walking across the wall, heading their way.

"Did you hear that?" Kat said.

"Something's coming," Gavin said, the pair standing up. The shadow turned into Dean and Shia walking round the corner, although Kat didn't se this in time and shot anyway. Dean quickly ducked, pulling Shia with him.

"Damn it, damn it!" Dean grated out.

"Don't shoot, it's us!" Shia called round the corner.

"Sorry, sorry," Kat called to them.

"Son of a…." Shia droned out, her and Dean getting up and coming fully round the corner. On the wall where their heads should have been was now a large hole made by the rock salt round. It seems spirits weren't the only things rock salt could harm.

"What are you still doing here?" Dean asked. "Where's Sam?"

"He went to the basement," Gavin said, motioning to Shia. "You called him."

"What the hell? I didn't call him," Shia said.

"His cell phone rang," Kat said. "He said it was you."

"Basement, huh?" Shia said, to which Gavin and Kat nodded. Sharing a worried glance with Shia, Dean knelt and took another gun from the bag at his feet.

"All right. Watch yourselves," Dean said as he and Shia began walking away. "And watch out for us."

Down in the basement, Dean and Shia were now wondering round, looking for Sam.

"Sammy!" Shia called into the quiet emptiness.

"Sam, you down here?" Dean called. "Sam!"

"Sam!" Shia called again, louder, her and Dean turning to find Sam now stood inches away from them, making the pair jump back slightly.

"Damn it, honey, answer us when we're calling you," Shia yelled at him. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine," Sam said.

"You know that wasn't me who called your cell, right?" Shia said.

"Yeah, I know," Sam said. "I think something lured me down here."

"I think I know who," Dean said. "Dr. Ellicott. That's what the other spirits have been trying to tell us. You haven't seen him, have you?"

"No," Sam lied easily. "How do you know it was him?"

"Because we found his log book," Shia said. "Apparently, he was experimenting on his patients. Some awful stuff. Makes lobotomies look like a couple of aspirin."

"But it was the patients who rioted," Sam said.

"Yeah, they were rioting against Dr. Ellicott," Dean said. "Dr. Feelgood was working 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 them worse and worse, and angrier and angrier. So I'm thinking, what if his spirit is doing the same thing? To the cop. To the kids in the 70's. Making them so angry they become homicidal."

"Come on," Shia said, her and Dean walking past Sam. "We gotta find his bones and torch them."

"How?" Sam asked. "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," Shia said. "So…. I mean, if I was a patient, I'd drag his ass down here, do a little work on it myself."

"I don't know," Sam said, not moving after them. "It sounds kind of…."

"Crazy?" Shia finished for him.

"Yeah," Sam said.

"Yeah, exactly," Dean said, walking through a door with the word 'bio-hazard' across, Shia following while he motioned for Sam to do the same. Sam, for a moment, just stared at them, the look in his eyes far from that of Sam.

Finally following them into the room, Sam found the pair searching round for the hidden room.

"I told you," Sam said. "I looked everywhere. I didn't find a hidden room."

"Well, that's why they call it hidden," Shia said as Dean's ears pricked up to another sound in the room. The sound of whistling air coming from behind one of the walls.

"You hear that?" Dean said.

"What?" Sam asked as Dean and Shia knelt beside one of the walls, Dean holding his hand against a crack along the bottom only to find just where the air was coming from.

"There's a door here," Dean said.

"Dean," Sam said, pointing the shotgun in his hand to the pair on their knees. Dean and Shia looked up to the barrel of the shotgun just as a trickle of blood ran from Sam's nose.

"Step back from the door," Sam said, wiping the blood away.

"Sam, put the gun down," Dean said, him and Shia getting to their feet.

"Is that an order?" Sam said.

"No, it's more of a friendly request," Shia said, taking a step towards Sam only to back up as he held the gun higher.

"Because I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders," Sam said.

"I knew it," Dean said. "Ellicott did something to you, didn't he?"

"For once in your life, just shut your mouth," Sam said.

"I can't help but agree with him, Dean," Shia muttered to her boyfriend.

"Why are you agreeing with me?" Sam said, turning to her for the time. Or turning on her. "You usually jump through hoops to defend your pathetic boyfriend."

"Let's not go there, I'm not really in the mood right now," Shia said.

"What are you gonna do, Sam?" Dean said. "Guns filled with rock salt. Not gonna kill me."

In answer, Sam shot the gun, the non-fatal rock salt hitting Dean in the stomach and sending him flying through the closed door behind them, Shia rushing after him as he lay on his back.

"No. But it'll hurt like hell," Sam said, watching Shia as she tried to slap Dean awake.

"Dean! Dean!" she screamed out, starting to shake him as he woke, groaning in pain. Shia turned, kneeling by his side as Sam stood over the two of them.

"Sam! We gotta burn Ellicott's bones and all this'll be over," Dean groaned out. "You'll be back to normal."

"I am normal," Sam said. "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 goods little soldier? Because you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?"

"This isn't you talking, Sam," Dean tried.

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

"So, what are you gonna do, huh?" Dean said. "You gonna kill me?"

"You know what? I am sick of doing what you tell me to do," Sam said. "We're no closer to finding dad today then we were six months ago."

"Well, then here. Let me make it easier for you," Dean said, taking his gun from his jeans and holding it out to Sam. "Come on. Take it."

"Dean, what are you doing?" Shia said.

"Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt," Dean said to Sam.

"That's why you don't give your psychotic brother the gun," Shia said through gritted teeth, watching as thankfully, Sam hesitating. Maybe there was still a bit of Sam there.

"Take it!" Dean said, Sam doing just that and snatching the gun from Dean's hand, dropping Shia's hopes. He threw the useless shotgun aside, aiming the gun at Dean.

"You hate me that much?" Dean said. "You think you could kill your own brother? Then go ahead."

Sam, truly going for the hurt instead of the kill, turned the gun on Shia now, Shia backing away a little so she was now lay beside Dean.

"Sam, come on," she said almost desperately.

"So you're gonna shoot her now?" Dean said, his eyes still held on his brother. "Hurt the both of us by killing the one thing we both care about. Go ahead, if you can."

"Dean, will you shut the hell up? He doesn't have a gun pointed at you," Shia said.

"Pull the trigger," Dean said, ignoring Shia beside him. But again, Sam hesitated. "Do it!"

As Dean's yell echoed, Sam pulled the trigger on the gun, Shia flinching slightly. The next sound that echoed around the room was the hammer clicking against the barrel of the gun.

Sam, confused, pulled the trigger again. But again all that happened was the barrel clicking. Grabbing Sam by the collar, Dean pulled him down and punched him, sending him backwards.

Getting to her feet, Shia turned and helped Dean up, the pair walking over to Sam.

"Man, I'm not gonna give you a loaded pistol," Dean said.

"I was scared out of my wits! You should have let me in on the damn plan! If I would have died, bobby would've had your ass," Shia said, turning to Sam and knocking him out with a perfectly placed and waited kick.

"Sorry, Sammy," Shia said. Straightening his limbs again, Dean groaned in pain. "You okay?" Shia asked.

"Fine. You?" Dean replied.

"Great," Shia said. "Considering my best friend just tried to kill me."

"Well, let's find these bones, burn them, and get Sammy back," Dean said, him and Shia searching the room.

Shia held the shotgun while Dean held the flash, the pair knocking aside curtains and tables. Behind the two, the spirit of Sanford Ellicott swept behind them, Shia turning to slow to see him, but not to see the tuft of hair poking out of the side of a small cupboard. Grabbing Dean's attention, they moved to the cupboard, Dean opening it to find Ellicott's rotted body, the smell making the two cough and gag.

"Oh, that's flipping disgusting," Shia said as Dean went to work.

With the flashlight and his bag of tricks down beside him, Dean poured salt of the body, Shia standing back while he kept his hand covering the smell. Neither of them noticed the flashlight slowly flickering out behind them.

"Yeah, soak it up," Dean said as he poured lighter fluid over the body.

As the couple stood up, ready to finish the job, one of the operating table flew from the other side of the room, knocking them both in opposite directions. Her head hitting hard against the wall, Shia sat slightly dazed while Ellicott chose Dean to attacking, leaning over his body and taking hold of his head, electricity fizzing from his fingers like with Sam.

"Don't be afraid," Ellicott's spirit told Dean. "I'm going to help you. I'm going to make you all better."

Her head still pounding, Shia shook herself out of her daze and crawled forward, taking the lighter from Dean's bag and throwing the lit flame at Ellicott's rotted body. His body bursting into flames, Ellicott's spirit let go of Dean, his own body burning before his eyes as Shia scrambled towards Dean, the two backing.

Ellicott watched in horror and disbelief as his hands began to rot away, turning to ash in front of him. His arm round Shia at his side, Dean covered their bodies as Ellicott's rotting form dropped in front of them, shattering into ashes. Sitting up slightly and trying to catch their breathe, Dean and Shia turned as Sam came to, Ellicott's control over now his spirit was gone.

"You're not gonna try and kill me, are you?" Shia said to Sam.

"No," Sam said, massaging his aching jaw.

"Good," Dean said. "Because that would be awkward."

With Ellicott's spirit exorcised from the asylum, the five that were inside could now leave. Stood by their car, Sam, Dean and Shia said their goodbyes to the young teenage couple.

"Thanks, guys," Kat said sincerely.

"Yeah, thanks," Gavin added.

"No more haunted asylums, Okay?" Shia said. "And Gavin, take her out to see a movie or something. You know, like a normal boyfriend." With a small smile, Gavin and Kat walked back while Sam, Dean and Shia turned to leave in theirs.

"Hey, Dean," Sam said, stopping him before he got inside the car. "I'm sorry, man. You too, Shia. I said and did some awful things back there."

"You remember all that?" Shia said, smiling slightly at her friend.

"Yeah," Sam said. And at this, Shia portion of the conversation was over. She looked between the two brothers, seeing the different expressions on their faces, and climbed into the back of the car. What had happened in the asylum were issues that the brothers needed to sort out. She couldn't be the extra factor this time.

"It's like I couldn't control it," Sam said to Dean. "But I didn't mean it, any of it."

"You didn't, huh?" Dean said, something in the back of his mind telling him that wasn't exactly the truth.

"No, of course not," Sam said. All Dean did was nod slightly, an odd knowing look in his eyes. "Do we need to talk about this?"

"No," Dean said. "I'm not really in the sharing-and-caring kind of mood. I just wanna get some sleep."

Throwing his bag into the back beside Shia, Dean slid into the front seat of the car, pushing everything he truly wanted to say to the back of his mind for some other time far, far away. Just like he always did.

They stopped at a motel hours later, Shia and Dean waited outside while Sam got them a room.

"I thought you were going to let me die back there," Shia said leaning against Dean wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, baby. You're special to me," Dean said giving her a light kiss on the lips.

"I was going to use my powers against Sam for a second, I didn't want to but if that gun was loaded...I could have hurt Sam. I feel like I'm just like the things we hunt," Shia told her boyfriend, he looked at her with a sad expression. How could she say that about herself?

"Baby, you listen to me. You're a very good person, one of the best people I know. You're not a monster, and never will be. Okay?" Dean said, Shia nodded and proceeded to give her boyfriend a long, passionate kiss.

Dean got his sleep as the trio relaxed in the motel room, Dean and Shia lay curled comfortable together as always. Not even the trilling of his cell phone could wake Dean or Shia. But it did wake Sam.

"Dean," he said sleepily, trying to wake his brother. Dean or Shia not even stirring slightly, Sam picked up the phone himself.

"Hello?" Sam said into the receiver. The voice that spoke on the other end woke Sam completely, his body reacting on hit's own as he sat upright.

"Dad?"