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Chapter Ten
We were going crazy. Dad had been in Kansas, I knew it, even though Missouri totally hadn't wanted to admit it. I didn't say anything to Dean or Sam. I mean, why freak them out. We were already on our weekly check up on everyone that dad could've made contact with. Dean went through his journal, as best he could, and Sam was on the phone. I checked on the laptop for a new case. Or I possibly could've been playing a game. Who really knows. "Dad was in California last we heard from him" Sam said to the person on the phone. "We just thought that he comes to you for munitions –- maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. Just call us if you hear anything. Thanks" He hung up and looked at me and Dean in defeat.
"Caleb hasn't heard from him?" Dean asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"Nope" Sam said, shaking his head. "Neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Any leads in there?"
"No. Same last time I looked. Nothin' I can make out" Dean said. Then he chuckled. "I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like friggin' Yoda"
"What about you Lex?" Sam asked, trying to glance at the screen.
I smiled. "Nothing"
Dean stared at me for a second then smirked. "You beat your high score yet?" he asked, giving me a knowing glance. I smiled and shook my head. He just laughed.
"You know, maybe we should call the Feds" Sam said, completely ignoring me.
"File a missing persons"
"We talked about this" Dean sighed. "Dad'd be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail"
"Besides, they have dad pegged to like a million different crimes. And Dean is wanted" I added.
"I don't care anymore" Sam replied. Dean's cell phone went off. He got up and went to look for it. "After all that happened back in Kansas, I mean…he should've been there, Dean. You said so yourself, you tried to call him, and nothing" Sam went on.
"I know" Dean replied. "Where the hell is my cell phone?"
"You know, he could be dead for all we know" Sam said. I glanced up, looking shocked. Dad wasn't dead.
"Don't say that" Dean said, giving me a reassuring glance. "He's not dead. He's…he's…"
"He's what?" Sam asked. "He's hiding? He's busy? He went on vacation?"
Dean found his phone and stared at it confused. "I don't believe it" he said, looking at the screen.
"What?" I asked, leaning over him to read it. It was only a text. Just a normal text. Except it was coordinates.
"It's a text message" Dean stated. "It's coordinates" He stole the laptop and closed out my game. I was a little pissed, but still, I wanted to know where the coordinates went.
"Is it dad?" I asked. Dean just shrugged.
"You think Dad was texting us?" Sam asked.
"I didn't know dad could text" I stated, shrugging my shoulders.
"He's given us coordinates before" Dean said.
Sam scoffed. "The man can barely work a toaster, Dean"
"Sam, this is good news. It means he's okay. Or alive, at least" Dean went on. He was looking at the maps now.
"Well, was there a number on the caller ID?" Sam asked.
"No, it said "unknown"" Dean replied.
"Okay, well, where do the coordinates point?" I asked.
"That's the interesting part –- Rockford, Illinois" Dean responded.
"Okay, and that's interesting how?" I asked, wanting him to go on.
"I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this." He stated. He turned to computer so I could see. "This cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife, 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" At the word Asylum, I grimaced, but just let it go. It didn't mean that I had to go in one. Not yet at least.
"Okay, I'm not following. What does this have to do with us?" Sam asked.
"Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal" he stated, showing us the page. "Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths –- 'til last week, at least. I think this is where he wants us to go"
Sam started to pace. "This is a job. Dad wants us to work a job"
"I mean, maybe we'll meet up with him, maybe he's there" Dean said excitedly. "
Maybe he's not" Sam said. "I mean, he could be sending us there by ourselves to hunt this thing"
"Well what if he is there?" I asked, hoping he would be.
"Who cares?" Dean asked. "If he wants us there, that's good enough for me"
"This doesn't strike you as weird? The texting? The coordinates?" Sam asked.
"Sam, Dad's tellin' us to go somewhere –- we're going" Dean said, gathering his things already. He went to go pack the car.
"You're okay with this?" he asked me. "I mean, you don't find it weird?"
"No, it's weird, but that's just dad for you Sammy" I stated. "I mean, it's not like he sent us a freaking Christmas card or anything, so if we have the chance to get in touch with him, we should take it" He gave a slight nod, but I could tell that he wasn't convinced. I grabbed my bag and glanced at Sam. "C'mon" I said. "Dean's waiting"
We headed to Indiana with some attitude in the car. "You guys need to lighten up" Dean stated, chomping on his giant bag of M&Ms again. "I mean, we could be going to find dad"
"Or not" Sam scoffed, looking out the window. I
leaned forward. "I don't think we should do this hunt" I stated. "And not because of dad" I said, to Dean's dirty look. "Because we don't know what's going on"
"Uh huh" Dean smirked. "And because you're scared of the crazy house" I didn't reply, stealing some M&Ms. "Stop being a baby and man up"
"Oh yeah?" I asked. "Maybe we should fly to Hawaii, Dean"
"Shut up, ankle biter" he smiled. "I mean, come on, what's the worst that could happen?"
I stared at him. "We could die"
"And we totally weren't going to die when we hunted the Wendigo, or bloody Mary, or when we faced the hook man"
"That was different" I stated. "Those things had weaknesses. These are just crazy vengeful spirits of people who were already crazy and vengeful in the first place" He just scoffed. "All I'm saying is that is not a good combination"
"We'll be fine" Dean stated.
"How do you know?" I asked, nervously. Don't get me wrong, I knew Dean was lying his ass off. He had no freaking clue. But I didn't care.
"Because I'm the oldest" he said. "And that means I'm always right"
"No it doesn't" Sam said, coming into our conversation.
"No, it totally does" Dean said, a smirk in his face. I just rolled my eyes. "So I'm thinking that we should hit up this cop's partner, Gunderson. He might be able to tell us more"
"And where would he be?" I asked, as we saw the sign that said "Welcome to Rockford Illinois"
"Where any good respecting cop who's partner just pulled a gun on his wife and them himself would be" he smiled, pulling over. "The local bar"
"Stay here" Sam said, as he got out of the car.
Dean went in with him, but came back out not ten minutes later. "What happened?" I asked, noticing Sam wasn't with him.
He just smiled and rolled his eyes. "Sam decided to go all acting on me" he stated. "He's talking to him right now"
"Oh" I stated, leaning on the hood of the Impala. "Okay"
"You alright?" Dean asked, looking at me funny. "You've been acting weird lately"
"Yeah" I sighed. "I'm fine" I gave him a small smile to prove it. But I was nowhere near fine. I was still thinking about what Missouri said to me. It was going to take me.
"You shoved me kind of hard in there, buddy boy" Dean said with a smirk as Sam came out of the pub.
"I had to sell it, didn't I?" Sam asked. "It's method acting" Dean gave him a confused look. "Never mind" he stated, shaking his head.
"What'd you find out from Gunderson?" I asked.
"So, Walter Kelly was a good cop" Sam stated. "Head of his class, even-keeled. He had a bright future ahead of him"
"That doesn't sound like the kind of guy who'd shoot up his house to me" I sighed; now wondering what was going on. It was the crazies in the asylum. I knew it.
"What about at home?" Dean asked.
"He and his wife had a few fights, like everybody, but it was mostly smooth sailing. They were even talking about having kids"
"All right, so, either Kelly had some deep-seated crazy way to bust out, or somethin' else did it to him" Dean said. Sam nodded in agreement.
"What'd Gunderson tell you about the asylum?" I asked, regretting asking the moment Sam looked at me and smiled.
"A lot"
My heart was pumping blood so fast I thought that it was going to explode. "Do we really have to go in there?" I asked Sam, as Dean looked around for an easy way in. "I mean, the entire place is fenced off, doesn't that tell you something?"
"Lexie" Sam smiled. "It's not even night time, you'll be fine"
I squirmed around a little. "Yeah" I sighed. Dean came over and gave me a smile. He was just trying to be mean, the asshole. I didn't make fun of him on the plane, did I? Oh wait, yeah I did. I glared at him. He hopped the fence as I watched.
"You coming?" Sam asked, ready to give me a boost.
"I think the baby should wait in the car" Dean scoffed, rearing to go inside.
"I'm not a baby, Dean" I scoffed, climbing over the fence. "Geez" We went inside, and I had a mere thought that maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I mean, not everyone here was totally crazy, right? There had to be some normal people. We began looking around. The windows were all boarded shut, so even though it was bright and cheery outside, it was dark and damp in there. The place was so beat up and broken down. Graffiti covered the walls.
"So apparently, the cops chased the kids here –- into the south wing" Sam said, pointing ahead.
"The south wing, huh? Wait a second" Dean replied, taking out the journal. "In 1972, three kids broke into the south wing. Only one survived." The way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lightin' up the place."
"So, whatever's goin' on, south wing seems like the heart of it" Sam said.
"Yeah, but if kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?" Dean asked.
"Dean, these are crazy people. They don't know what they're doing" I stated nervously.
"Looks like the doors are usually chained" Sam said, picking up the huge padlock and chains that covered the doors. "Could have been chained up for years"
"Yeah, to keep people out" Dean said.
" –- or to keep somethin' in" I added. Sam went to the door and barely nudged it when it swung open. Someone, or something, had used it recently.
We headed down the south wing hallway, much to my dismay. Dean pulled out the EMF reader and started sweeping. "Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel" he smiled. "And you too" he said, pointing at me. I just grimaced.
"Dude, enough" Sam sighed.
"No, I'm serious, you've gotta be careful, all right?" Dean said with a chuckle. "Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you two have got goin' on"
"I told you, it's not ESP. I just have strange vibes sometimes, weird dreams" Sam said, trying to justify himself.
"Yeah, whatever. Don't ask, don't tell." Dean smiled, looking at the EMF.
"You gettin' a reading on that thing or not?" Sam asked.
"Nope. Of course, it doesn't mean nobody's home" Dean sighed.
"Spirits can appear during certain hours of the day" Sam said. A little noise behind me made me jump.
"And the freaks come out at night" Dean smiled. He patted me on the shoulder. I swore under my breath and tried to calm myself down. "Hey, Sam, who do you think is a hotter psychic –- Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?" Dean asked. Sam hit him and Dean just cracked up.
I looked into a room that I thought was extra creepy. Sam stopped next to me. "What?" he asked. He looked in. "Whoa" Jars on tables were filled with body parts. I was disgusted. There were what looked like torture instruments everywhere. Knifes, big long metal rods, an electric chair, and some sort of book on lobotomies.
"Man. Electroshock, lobotomies –- they did some twisted stuff to these people" Dean said. "Kind of like my man, Jack in Cuckoo's Nest." He grinned, but I just shot him nasty look.
"So, what do you think? Ghosts are possessing people?" he asked.
"Maybe. Or maybe it's more like, uh, like Amityville or the Smurl haunting" Sam replied.
"Yeah, spirits drivin' 'em insane" I stated, picking up the knife. Dried blood was on the hilt. I dropped it.
"Kind of like my man Jack in The Shining." Dean smiled. He looked at the electric chair. "Lex, I'll give you twenty bucks if you sit here" he said, pointing. I shoved him.
"Dean…when are we gonna talk about it?" Sam asked.
"Talk about what?" Dean asked.
"About the fact that Dad's not here" Sam said.
"Could we not start this now?" I asked, wanting to leave.
"Oh, uh, let's see, never" Dean said giving him a look to shut up.
Sam stared at him. "I'm being serious, man"
"So am I, Sam" Dean said, "Look, he sent us here, he obviously wants us here. We'll just have to pick up the search later"
Sam groaned. "It doesn't matter what he wants"
"Sam…" I warned.
"See, that attitude right there?" Dean smirked. "That is why I always get 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 talkin' about"
"I understand that, Sam. But he's given us an order"
"So, what? We've got to always follow Dad's orders?"
Dean looked at him like he was crazy. "Of course we do" He went back to looking around. "Hey, Lex?" he asked, when Sam was occupied. "You haven't felt dad, have you?"
"No" I said. "Not since we were…" I shut up.
"Since when?" he asked, suddenly interested. "You felt him and didn't tell me?"
"I'm not even sure it was him, Dean" I replied. "I mean, it happened in Lawrence, it could've been anything"
"No" he said. "I know you. You don't feel something and pass it off"
I sighed, looking at a plaque. "Who's this?"I asked, wanting to change the subject. He took it from me and smiled.
"Sanford Ellicott" he read. "You know what we've got to do? We've gotta find out more about the south wing, and see if something' happened here" He handed the plaque to Sam, and walked out.
We waited for Sam outside the psychiatrist's office. This guy was apparently the son of the Sanford Ellicott who was the guy in charge of the asylum. Sam got put up to talk, because as Dean said "He needed a little girl time" Sam just did what he was told. We were bored, having paid for an hour of the doctor's time, and I decided to go walk around a little. The streets were crowded and the hub of this little town was booming. I picked up some gummy worms at a gas station, and then headed back towards Dean. "Dude, what's with the worms?" he asked, stealing one and shoving it in his mouth. I just shrugged. Sam came out with a weird look on his face. "Dude, you were in there forever. What the hell were you talkin' about?"
Sam shrugged. "Just the hospital, you know"
"And?" I asked, eating another worm.
"And the south wing?" Sam asked. "That's where they housed the real hard cases –- the psychotics, the criminally insane"
"Told you" I stated, looking at Dean.
"Sounds cozy" Dean remarked.
"Yeah, and one night in '64, they rioted –- attacked staff, attacked each other" Sam added.
"So, what, the patients took over the asylum?" I asked. Sam nodded.
"Any deaths?" Dean asked.
"Some patients, some staff" he stated. "I guess it was pretty gory. Some of the bodies were never even recovered, including our Chief of Staff, Ellicott"
"Wait, what do you mean, "never recovered"?" Dean asked.
"Cops scoured every inch of the place, but I guess the patients must have…stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden"
"Oh, that's grim" Dean stated.
"Yeah. So, they transferred all the surviving patients and shut down the hospital for good" Sam said.
"That was a good idea" I remarked. Which it totally was. I mean, a hospital with rampant freaks in it? Close it. End of story.
"All right, so, to sum it up, we've got a bunch of violent deaths and a bunch of unrecovered bodies" Dean listed.
"Which could mean a bunch of angry spirits" Sam sighed.
"Oh, good times" Dean replied, looking slightly stoic. "Let's check out the hospital tonight"
"Let's not and say we did" I said. "Seriously, can't we just torch the place? Or just the south wing?" Dean gave Sam a look, and they both just got in the car completely ignoring me. "Guys?" I asked. The car started. I huffed and slid into the back seat. "I hate this case"
We headed back to the motel and I just sat staring out the window watching the sun go down as Sam and Dean argued. "Man, why don't you care that dad isn't here?" Sam asked. "He sent us a text and you don't even question it. Why?"
"Because its dad" Dean stressed, throwing his hands in the air. "We listen. That's our job"
"But Dean—"
"Would you two shut up for like ten minutes" I yelled, annoyed. "Just shut up!" Dean and Sam stopped and stared at me. "I know your scared Alexis, but don't take it out on us" Dean said, pointing to himself.
"Yeah, seriously" Sam added, glaring at me.
I sat in shock. "Are you two serious?" I asked, with a short laugh. "You think this is because I'm scared?" I stood up. "Yeah, dad isn't here. And I might be terrified of going into that freaking place tonight, but I can handle myself. Apparently you two can't" I paused. "And I would rather go now and get this over with than listen to you two argue. So let's go" I grabbed my jacket, and headed to the car. Dean and Sam followed silently. We drove in silence too. I think I really made them mad at me, but right now I really didn't care. I just wanted to shoot up some ghosts to vent out my anger.
We grabbed three flashlights, three shotguns, the EMF, and Sam's video camera he insisted on. I made sure I stayed in the middle of Sam and Dean. Nothing to grab me from behind and nothing from the front. I just kept my shotgun ready and prepared.
"Getting readings?" Sam asked, looking around with the camera.
"Yeah, big time" Dean remarked as it went crazy. My heart went crazy with it, but I told my mind to shut up. I was on a job, I had to be focused, like dad taught me.
"This place is orbing like crazy" Sam said, pointing the camera around. It was true, the spirits made the camera flare when they were around. We couldn't see them, but the camera was picking them up.
"There's probably multiple spirits out and about" Dean responded, glancing at the camera.
"Yippee" I stated, stoically.
"If these unrecovered bodies are causing the haunting…" Sam sighed.
"We've gotta find 'em and burn 'em" Dean nodded. "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"
"I agree" I added. I pointed my shot gun to the open door. A noise behind us made me turn around. There was nothing there. I just gulped and took a deep breath, continuing on.
"Dean. Dean!" Sam called from the other room. "Salt gun!" Dean went running and I heard him stop. I ran too, to see Sam standing face to face with a distorted woman.
"Sam, get down!" Dean yelled. Sam ducked, and he hit the spirit with the rock salt.
"That was weird" Sam panted, standing back up.
"Yeah. You're tellin' me" Dean said, rolling his eyes. He headed back out the door, dragging me with him.
"Psycho's aren't known to be normal" I scoffed, glancing around, waiting for another one to show up.
"No, guys, I mean it was weird that she didn't attack me" Sam said, looking from me to Dean.
"That's because Dean shot her" I said, confused.
"Lex is right. Looked pretty agro from where I was standing" Dean replied, holding up the gun.
"She didn't hurt me. She didn't even try" Sam explained. "So if she didn't wanna hurt me, then what did she want?" Dean shrugged and headed back into the hall. I heard a scuffle. I grimaced as we headed towards it. It sounded like someone…crying?
Dean nodded to head in, as I did. We stopped as the noise suddenly stopped. Sam walked forward, and I heard a little gasp. He gave me a look, and quickly moved the table. I pointed my gun, and saw a girl jump a mile in the air. She was crying. I sighed in relief and lowered my gun. "It's all right. We're not gonna hurt you. It's okay" Dean said, helping her up. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Katherine –- Kat" she replied, looking nervously at the gun.
"Okay. I'm Dean, this is Sam and Lexie" he pointed.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, annoyed. This hunt was turning out to be a real pain in the ass.
"Um…my boyfriend, Gavin" she said, wiping her eyed.
"Is he here?" Dean asked.
"Somewhere" She replied. I groaned, rolling my eyes. People were so stupid. "He thought it would be fun to try and see some ghosts. I thought it was all just, you know…pretend. I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream and—" she stopped.
"Okay, Kat" Dean sighed. "Come on, Sam's gonna get you out of here, and then we're gonna find your boyfriend"
"No, no. I'm not gonna leave without Gavin" She said, with a look of determination. "I'm coming with you"
"You want to explore a haunted asylum?" I asked, in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" Dean shot me a look to shut up.
"It's no joke around here, okay?" he said. "It's dangerous"
"That's why I've gotta find him" she pleaded. Sam gave Dean and me a glance.
"All right, I guess we're gonna split up then" he sighed. He nodded for me to follow Sam. "Let's go"
I followed Sam down one end of the hallway while Dean and Kat went the other way. "Gavin?" Sam called.
"Gavin?" I shouted in a hoarse whisper. No use in waking up every spirit in this place. I rounded the hall, and Sam was right next to me, shouting his name some more. I opened a door, and gasped. There was a boy lying on the ground. Sam ran past me and kneeled next to him.
"Gavin. Hey, Gavin" he shook his shoulders a little. Gavin's eyes shot open and he jumped. "Hey, it's okay, it's okay. I'm here to help" Sam smiled reassuringly.
"Who are you?" he asked. I handed him a little water. He took a sip.
"My name is Sam, and that's my sister Alexis" he said, helping him up. "Uh, we found your girlfriend"
"Kat?" he asked. "Is she all right?"
"She's worried about you" Sam replied. "Are you okay?" Gavin nodded.
"What happened?" I asked, noting his panicked expression.
"I was running" he said. "I…I think I fell"
"You were running from what?" Sam asked.
"There was - there was this girl" he said, and I already knew I wasn't going to like his answer. "H-h-her face –- it was all messed up"
"Messed up?" I asked.
"Bloody, and twisted, and just…."
"Okay, listen" Sam said. "This girl, did she try to hurt you?"
Gavin looked confused. "What? No. She, uh…" He stopped.
"She what?" Sam asked.
He looked disgusted. "She kissed me" I thought I was going to vomit.
"She kissed you?"
"–- but she didn't hurt you physically?" Sam said, trying to keep us on topic.
"Dude. She kissed me" Gavin stated. "I'm scarred for life" I scoffed, cocking my gun.
"Well, trust me, it could've been worse" Which was totally true. She could've like killed him or something.
"Do you remember anything else?" Sam asked.
"She…actually, she tried to whisper something in my ear" he replied.
"What?" I asked.
Gavin looked at me like I was nuts. "I don't know, I ran like hell" A scream brought us back to reality. I looked at Sam, and we took off running. Dean was standing in the hallway, alone. Kat was nowhere to be seen.
"What's going on?" Sam asked.
"She's inside with one of them" Dean said, pointing at the door. He was trying to break it down.
"Help me!" Kat screamed, pounding on the door.
"Kat!" Gavin cried.
"Get me out of here!" She yelled.
"Kat, it's not gonna hurt you" Sam yelled back. "Listen to me! You have to face it. You have to calm down"
"She's gotta what?" Dean asked, staring at Sam.
"Are you nuts?" I demanded.
"I have to what?" Kat called, freaking out.
"The spirits –- they're not trying to hurt us, they're trying to communicate. You've gotta listen to it, you've gotta face it"
"You face it!" she screamed, pounding on the door some more.
"No, it's the only way you're gonna get out of there" Sam yelled. Kat didn't reply. "Just look at it, that's all. Come on, you can do it" She was silent.
"Kat?" Gavin called after a moment.
"Man, I hope you're right about this" Dean whispered.
Sam looked nervous. "Yeah, me too"
"Kat" Gavin sighed, as the door clicked open. She rushed over in shock.
"One thirty-seven" she stated. "It whispered in my ear, "137.""
"Room number" Sam and Dean spoke together. Dean handed me some more bullets.
"All right, so if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone—" Sam began.
"Then what are they tryin' to do?" Dean finished.
"Maybe that's what they've been tryin' to tell us" Sam replied.
"I guess we'll find out" Dean said, standing up. He turned to the idiots. "So…now, are you guys ready to leave this place?"
Kat sighed. "That's an understatement"
"Okay" Dean sighed. "You get 'em outta here" He said, looking at Sam and I. "I'm gonna go find room 137"
"No, Dean, stick together" Sam said.
"Listen, we gotta get them out" he said. "And we gotta figure out what the hell is going on"
"Dean,"
"Guys" I said. "Stop arguing" I took a step between them. "Dean, you shouldn't go alone, so I'll go with you. Sam, just get them the hell out of this place. Now both of you shut up, got it?" They stared at each other and slowly nodded. "Thank you" I sighed. "C'mon" I said to Dean.
We headed to the room. It was close, not too far. Inside, furniture, papers, and other odds and ends were strewn everywhere. I looked through the stuff on the desk. Just some papers and tweezers and other random things. Dean opened a cabinet. "This is why I get paid the big bucks" he smiled, showing me a packet of papers. "Patients' Journal" he said. I leaned over his shoulder to look. There were pictures of people being tortured. Lobotomies, ax to feet, and tons of other gory scary stuff.
"Ew" I sighed, looking away.
"All work and no play make Dr. Ellicott a very dull boy" Dean remarked. "I think I get it now" he went on after a moment.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Dr. Ellicott" Dean sighed. "He did all this to them. He told them to…to let out there rage"
"That sounds healthy" I smirked. "And?"
"And the patients got so raged up they rebelled" Dean finished. I just scoffed and looked around.
My head started to hurt. "Um, Dean?" I said, putting a hand on my forehead. I hoped this wasn't what I thought it was.
"Yeah" he said, picking up the book and glancing at me. "What is it?" he asked. He put a hand on my back as my head felt like it was going to split.
I shook my head. "Nothing, let's go" I said, heading to the hallway. I had to see if Sam was okay. Then I would know if this was my…you know. We rounded the corner to hear voices. I shot Dean a look. He just kept going. We rounded the corner, and a gunshot scared the shit out of me. Dean pulled me back just in time, getting hit in the foot. "Whoa" I said, as I stumbled backwards. Dean had basically thrown me out of the away.
"Damn it" he sighed, as I helped him stand. "Don't shoot, it's me!"
"Sorry! Sorry" Kat called.
"What are you still doin' here?" Dean asked.
"Where's Sam?" I demanded, looking from one to the other.
"He went to the basement" Gavin said, as though it should've been obvious. "Dean called him" Dean looked confused. "I didn't call him"
"His cell phone rang. He said it was you" Kat explained. Dean sighed.
"Basement, huh?" Gavin and Kat nodded. "All right" he said, handing me the gun I dropped. "Stay with them"
"What?" I asked.
"They aren't safe by themselves" he said. I only rolled my eyes. "Watch yourselves" he said to all of us. "And try not to shoot me" he added, walking off.
I scoffed, cocking the gun. "You watch yourself" I mumbled, leaning against the wall. Kat and Gavin sat down, and I paced around. This whole case was making me nervous. My head was still pounding. And Sam and Dean just left me alone in a freaky hospital to protect two inexperienced morons. We were so screwed. A gunshot from in the distance made me jump. I groaned and looked to Kat and Gavin. "I'm gonna go help them" I said. "Stay here"
Kat nodded, holding her gun close to her chest. I headed to the basement in a hurry. "Sam! We gotta burn Ellicott's bones, and all this'll be over. You'll be back to normal" Dean spoke, sounding hurt. I moved faster.
"I am normal. I'm just tellin' the truth for the first time" Sam scoffed. "I mean, why are we even here? Because you're following Dad's orders like a good little soldier? 'Cause you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?" Dean was lying on the ground.
"This isn't you talking, Sam" I stopped to watch.
"That's the difference between you and me" Sam said with a smirk. "I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic like you"
"So what are you gonna do, huh? You gonna kill me?" Dean asked. He looked to me, and gave me a little nod to stay quiet. Sam turned around a little, but didn't move.
"You know what?" he said, taking a step towards Dean. "I am sick of doing what you tell me to do. We're no closer to finding Dad today than we were four months ago" I took a step forward. Sam must be possessed or something from Ellicott. There is no way he would say this to Dean.
"Well, then, here. Let me make it easier for you" Dean said, handing him his pistol. I was shocked. What the hell was he doing? Sam stared at it. "Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt. Take it!" Sam took it, dropping the shotgun. He pointed it at Dean. "You hate me that much?" Dean asked. "You think you could kill your own brother? Then go ahead. Pull the trigger" Sam hesitated, putting his finger on the trigger. Dean stared him down. "Do it!" He demanded. Sam pulled the trigger.
My heart stopped, until I realized that nothing had happened. I moved out in the open, in shock. He almost just shot Dean. "Sam" I yelled. He tried it again, and then whipped around, hitting me in the head. I fell slightly, feeling a cut on my forehead.
He looked back to Dean. "Man, I'm not gonna give you a loaded pistol" Dean scoffed. Sam angrily bent down. I picked up my rifle, hitting him in the back of the head.
"Sorry, Sammy" I sighed, kicking him off Dean. I helped him up, giving him a small smile. "I think I just saved your ass" I remarked.
"I think I told you to stay upstairs" he argued back.
"I think I told you and Sam to stop fighting" I countered. He only smirked in response. "So you think Ellicott got Sam?"
"I sure hope so" Dean sighed. "Otherwise I might be a little offended. He started looking around the room. I helped, searching behind curtains. Dean stopped and stared at a cabinet. He tapped me on the shoulder and pointed. Opening it, the smell of the rotting flesh filled the room. I gagged. "Oh, that's just gross" Dean remarked. "Get the salt" I went into the duffel and grabbed it. He poured it on the corpse, and I added the lighter fluid. Dean's flashlight flickered. He handed it to me, looking around the room. "Dean" I stated, feeling lightheaded again.
A loud screeching noise made me jump. A table slammed itself into Dean, sending him flying across the room. I was hit with some sort of force, knocked on my ass. When I sat back up, I saw Dr. Ellicott leaning over Dean, both hands on his face. Blue sparks came out of his face, going into Dean, who was shaking. "Don't be afraid. I'm going to help you. I'm going to make you all better" Dr. Ellicott smiled.
"Lexie" Dean shouted. I groped for the lighter, and threw it on the corpse. Dr. Ellicott let go. He watched his body in horror, and slowly fell apart until there was nothing but clothes. Sam suddenly woke up, looking dazed and a little confused. "You're not gonna try to kill us, are you?" Dean asked, panting.
Sam glanced at the clothes, then at me and Dean. "No" he said, shaking his head. I leaned backward, still trying to catch my breath.
"Good" Dean said, falling backward. "Because that would be awkward"
We made it out the front of the building, the same way we went in almost seven hours earlier, and the sun was rising. We stood with each other, each knowing what happened in there, but no one really said much. "Thanks, guys" Kat said, looking exhausted.
"Yeah, thanks" Gavin added.
"No more haunted asylums, okay?"Dean smirked. They both nodded and headed back to their cars. They got in and simply drove off.
"Hey, Dean" Sam said, "I'm sorry, man. I said some awful things back there" I looked at him surprised.
"You remember all that?" Dean asked, speaking exactly what I was thinking. He hadn't said a word about it.
"Yeah" Sam nodded. "It's like I couldn't control it. But I didn't mean it –- any of it"
"You didn't, huh?" Dean asked, not really believing him.
"No, of course not" Sam said. Dean just sort of shrugged. "Do we need to talk about this?" Sam asked.
Dean shook his head. "No. I'm not really in the sharing, caring kind of mood" he smirked. "I just wanna get some sleep" He got in the car. We drove back to the motel, and Dean went right to the bed, falling down onto the bed.
I looked to Sam as he hit my arm. "Is your head okay?" he asked. He made me turn around, and glanced at it.
"No" I stated, just to piss him off. "I think I suffered permanent damage" I smiled at him.
He just smirked, watching me sit on the bed opposite of Dean. "I don't think you can do any more damage" he remarked.
I pretended to be greatly offended. "Geez, Sam" I said, grabbing a pillow. "Maybe we should settle this the old fashioned way" I wacked him upside the head with the pillow, laughing at his shocked expression.
"Alexis" he warned. "Arm yourself, Sasquatch" I smiled, hitting him again and standing up on the bed. He groaned and grabbed the pillow next to me.
"You asked for it" he said, giving me a blow to the stomach. Pillows and clothes and pretty much anything else we could find went flying around the room. Dean just lay there, watching, a dumb smirk on his face.
"Could you two be any more annoying?" he asked, with a short laugh. Sam and I stopped, and gave him a smile. "I mean, c'mon, pillow fights?" I glanced at Sam, and we both hit Dean with the pillows. Dean grabbed my arm, pulling me on the bed and sat on me.
"Get off" I yelled through my laughter, trying to get him off me. "Sam, help!" Sam just stood and laughed like the baby he was.
"Help?" he asked. "I dunno if the person who caused you permanent brain damage should help you" Dean started to tickle my sides. I squirmed and laughed. "Dean, stop!" I yelled, trying to catch his hands. "Sam!" Sam came over as I escaped and held my arms down. "Please!" I screamed. "Who's your favorite brother?" he asked, holding me down. "You!" I shouted, as he let me go. Dean smacked me on the back. "Both of you"
"Damn straight" Dean smiled. "Now go to bed you two pains in the asses" I lay down next to Sam and fell asleep after staring at the ceiling for awhile.
I awoke to Dean's cell phone going off. It was probably someone who needed help or something. Or more likely one of Dean's hookups. "Dean" Sam groaned. It still rang. "Lex?"
"Get it yourself" I moaned, flipping over. Sam scoffed and reached over me for the phone.
"Hello?" he asked groggily. He bolted up. "Dad?"