Sam, Dean, and you are in a motel in Dubuque, Iowa. Sam is sitting on one of beds, talking on the phone to an old friend of Dad's, Caleb. Dean is looking through the journal at a nearby table, and you are sitting across from him, just finishing a phone call with Pastor Jim.
"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 sighs, looking up at the ceiling, "Thanks," Sam hangs up and places the phone on the bed next to him, then rubbing his face with his hands.
"Caleb hasn't heard from him?" Dean inquires, glancing up from the journal to eye Sam.
"Nope," Sam answers, looking over to you and Dean.
"Nothing from Jefferson or Pastor Jim either," you add, tapping your foot against the leg of the chair, a nervous tendency of yours.
"What about the journal?" Sam asks, looking at Dean hopefully, "Any leads in there?"
"No," Dean replies, sighing and flipping the worn book shut, "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 persons," Sam proposes, picking up his phone and messing with it.
"No, Sam, we can't," you look over at your younger brother, "Dad would freak if he found out we sent the Feds after him. I mean, all of us have done some pretty illegal things, and if they found out..."
"I don't care anymore," Sam declares forcefully, as if he was daring you or Dean to disagree. Dean's cellphone rings from the other side of the room, so Dean stands up, crossing the small room the retrieve his phone. Sam continues his argument, "After all that happened back in Kansas, I mean…he should've been there. Both of you said that. I mean, Dean, you tried to call him and…nothing."
"I know!" Dean exclaims, rummaging through his duffel bag, "Where the hell is my cellphone?"
You snort, "Well, maybe if you were more organized…"
Dean glances over to you, "Shut it!"
Sam continues, ignoring the small spat you and Dean just had, "You know, he could be dead for all we know."
"Sam!" you exclaim, looking at your younger brother, "Don't say that! He's not dead, he's just, uh…"
"He's what?" Sam prompts, "He's hiding? He's busy?"
Dean finally locates his phone, pulling out of his duffel bag and then flicking it open, "Huh," Dean mumbles, "I don't believe it."
"What?" you and Sam question, turning to face Dean.
"It's, uh...It's a text message," Dean explains, looking up from his phone to you and Sam, "It's coordinates."
You reach across the table and grab the laptop. Opening it in front of you and searching for the program you and your brother's use for locating coordinates. Dean walks over to the table, pulling the laptop away from you and then sitting across from you. Sam stays on the bed, watching Dean curiously, "You think Dad was texting us?" Sam asks.
"He's given us coordinates before," Dean retorts, glancing up from the laptop to give Sam a pointed look.
"The man can barely work a toaster, Dean," Sam counters, frowning slightly at his older brother, "Come on (Y/N), back me up here."
"Sam, it's good news!" Dean cries, not giving you time to answer Sam, "It means he's okay, or alive at least."
"Okay, well, then was there a number on the caller ID?" you question, taking Sam's side in the argument, if the text wasn't from Dad, it could be a trap.
"Nah," Dean replies, "It said 'unknown'."
You and Sam share a look before Sam asks the question that you had begun to wonder, "Well, where do the coordinates point?"
"That's the interesting part," Dean says, looking up from the screen to you and Sam, "Rockford, Illinois."
"And that's interesting why?" you ask, "I've never heard of anything happening in Rockford."
"I checked out the local Rockford paper," Dean explains, "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."
"Okay," Sam says, looking at you, confused, "I'm not following. What does this have to do with us?"
You were thinking about the name of the Asylum, it sounded familiar, until it hit you, you had seen it in passing in Dad's journal, "Dad's written about it in the journal," you reach across the table, grabbing the journal and opening it, flipping through it to find the right page, "Here. 7 unconfirmed sightings, and 2 deaths, well, since he was there anyway. He wants us to go."
Sam snorts in disbelief, "This is a job...Dad wants us to work a fucking job."
"Well, maybe we'll meet up with him? Maybe he's there?" Dean points out, though sounding slightly unsure of himself.
"It's more likely he isn't gonna be there, you know that, Dean. He just wants us there, to hunt the thing by ourselves," you say, crossing your arms and leaning back in the chair.
"Who cares?!" Dean exclaims, standing up, "If he wants us there, it's good enough for me!"
"This doesn't strike you as weird?" Sam questions, making no move to stand up, "The texting? The coordinates?" You nod in agreement, it did seem a little shady.
"Sam! (Y/N)! Dad's tellin' us to go somewhere, we're goin'," Dean emphasizes the last word, challenging you and your younger brother, daring you to disagree with him.
Sam makes a bitchface and sighs in annoyance. You frown at your older brother, but stand up, joining, "Well, if we're goin', we should probably pack and leave, I think it's a bit of a drive."
Dean nods in agreement and moves to his duffel bag, packing it up. Sam doesn't move, and as you walk past him, you give him a 'you better get moving' look. Sam sighs again and reluctantly stands up and walks over to his bag. You smile triumphantly, then grab your duffel bag and start shoving things in, you may not be jumping to go, but it was a job, and that meant less moping and more saving, and in your opinion, that was going to be a nice change of pace.
Time Skip: 2 Hours
Sam, Dean, and you were sitting in the Impala outside of a bar in Rockford, Illinois. Sam had somehow figured out that the cop who was the partner of the one who had died was currently in the bar.
"So, how are we doin' this?" Dean asks, shutting off the car and leaning back in the leather bench seat.
"You and (Y/N) should go in as reporters, both of you bug the guy a little, then I'll come in, shove you two away, and figure out what happened by chatting to the guy," Sam answers, clearly having thought about the plan for a while.
"Sounds good to me, but uh, if you actually shove someone, shove Dean, not me," you say, moving to open the car door.
"Yeah, sure thing," Sam replies, all three of you getting out at the same time, "I should go in first, wait like 5 minutes, then come in after me." Dean and you both nod and Sam crosses the parking lot and enters the bar.
After about 5 minutes, you and Dean look at each other, then cross the parking lot as Sam had done, only a few minutes earlier. Dean opens the door for you and you both enter the dimly lit bar. Both of you scan the bar, you see Sam sitting in a booth near the actual bar. Dean nudges you and nods his head in the direction of a guy sitting at the bar, he was the guy you were looking for. He was an older African American man with graying hair. You and Dean walk over to the bar and stand next to the man, "You're Daniel Gunderson. You're a cop, right?" Dean asks, placing his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah," the man, Daniel replies, though seemingly unhappy about the fact.
"Well, I'm uh, Derrick Smalls, and this is Nigel Tufnel, from the Chicago Tribune," you say, coming up with the names on the spot, sure they were references to a movie you had seen with Dean like twice, but it was the only thing you could think of at the moment, "Do you mind if we asked you a few questions about your partner, Walter Kelly?"
"Yeah, I do," Daniel turns, eyeing you and Dean with a sad look on his face, "I'm just tryin' to have a beer here."
"That's okay, I swear we won't take that long," Dean promises, "We just want to get the story in your words."
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Sam stand up, "A week ago, my partner was sitting in that chair," Daniel says, turning away from you and Dean, "Now he's dead. You gonna ambush me here?"
"Look, we're sorry, we truly are, but we need to know what happened," you explain, trying your best to sound sorry, but not needing to try that hard, because you really were.
Sam walks over and shoves Dean aside roughly, causing him to hit and table and you to step back in mock surprise, "Hey, why don't you two leave the poor guy alone! The man's an officer! Why dontcha show a little respect!" Sam stares both of you down, daring either of you to try again.
Dean and you look at each other, then scurry away. Once you make it outside the bar and back to the Impala, you snort a little, "Man, Sam really shoved you, huh?"
"Oh shut up," Dean grumbles, leaning against Baby, "And also, what's with the Spinal Tap reference?"
"Only thing I could think of," you reply, shrugging. You sit on the hood of the Impala, keeping most of your weight on your feet, which were still touching the ground.
"And you complain about mine?" Dean scoffs, smiling slightly and looking away, "God, you're annoying."
"Well, I am related to you," you retort, nudging your older brother in the side and returning the smile.
Dean looks back at you, he opens his mouth, but then closes it, clearly not able to think of a comeback. You and Dean both sit in silence, enjoying the nice weather outside.
Sam walks out of the bar about 20 minutes later, hands in his pockets, "Shoved me kind hard in there, buddy boy," Dean calls, trying to seem stern, but failing, at least in your opinion.
"I had to sell it, didn't I?" Sam asks, looking at you, both of you smiling at Dean's immaturity, "It's method acting."
"Huh?" Dean asks, a confused look on his face.
"Never mind," Sam sighs, shaking his head.
"Moving on to more important matters, what'd you find out from the cop?" you question, getting off the hood of the Impala, now just leaning on it instead of sitting.
"So, Walter Kelly was a good cop. Head of his class, even-keeled, he had a bright future ahead of him," Sam answers, teetering from foot to foot as he talked.
Dean considers the information, and then asks a question, "What about at home?"
"He and his wife had a few fights, like everybody, but he was mostly smooth sailing. They were even talking about having kids," Sam looks down at his feet at the end of his sentence, frowning.
"So, this Kelly guy either just burst randomly, or something from the asylum did it to him," you decide, looking to your brothers for agreement.
"Right," Sam looks up and nods, a serious look on his face.
"What'd Gunderson tell you about the asylum?" Dean inquires, getting off of the hood of the car and walking to the car door.
"A lot," Sam replies, walking over to the opposite side of the car, and opening the door. You hadn't moved from your spot, so Sam looked over at you, "Are you comin'?"
"Yeah, sorry," you move from your spot on the hood and walk over to Sam's side of the car, opening the backdoor and sliding in, "So, what'd he tell you?"
Dean starts the car and it roars to life, falling into a low, comforting purr. "Well, apparently the locals say it's haunted with the ghosts of past patients. If you spend the night, the spirits will drive you insane," Sam explains. The car surges out of the parking spot and into the main road.
"Maybe that's what happened to Kelly," you suggest, adjusting your position on the leather seat.
"Well, there's one way to find out," Dean says, drumming his hands on the steering wheel.
"Going over there?" Sam guesses, looking at Dean.
"Yep," Dean replies, making the p at the end of the word pop, "What else?"
"Research," you answer, looking out the window at the passing buildings of the town, "But I know you hate that, and it's only an option if there aren't any others."
"You know me so well," Dean retorts sarcastically, glancing back at you.
Sam sighs and shakes his head, "You two have gotten more annoying since I've been gone, haven't you?"
"We try," you answer, smiling. At the same time, Dean answers with, "No, you've just gotten less fun."
Sam snorts and looks out his window, letting a small smile shine through, "Whatever you say."
Time Skip: 20 Minutes
Dean pulls up the outside of the asylum, parking the car behind some foliage to keep it hidden from the main road. All of you exit the car and walk over to the tall chain link fence surrounding the perimeter of the building. You look at it for a few seconds before stepping forward and placing your hands in one of the spaces. You pull yourself up and place your feet in another space. Within about 15 seconds you make it to the top, carefully moving over to the other side and climbing down. Sam and Dean both follow a few seconds after you, joining you on the other side in no time. All of you walk to the main doors of the asylum in silence. Dean walks ahead of you and Sam, forcing the doors open. He grabs a flashlight from his jacket and clicks it on. He looks around before motioning you and Sam forward. You and your younger brother glance at each other before you both take out a flashlight, and follow Dean into the asylum. All of you walk about halfway into the entrance hall. The room was dusty, dark, and smelled like must. There were pieces of broken furniture scattered around the room, along with various other things you couldn't make out.
"So, apparently, the cops chased the kids here…into the south wing," Sam looks around before his flashlight lands on a door labeled 'South Wing.'
"South wing, huh? Wait a second," Dean places his flashlight in between his teeth and reaches into his leather jacket to grab your father's journal. He pulls it out and flips through the journal until he finds the page he was looking for. Dean grabs the flashlight from his mouth and reads the entry your Dad had written, many years before, "1972. 3 kids broke into the south wing, only 1 survived. Way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place."
"So, whatever is goin' on here, that wing, the south wing is where it's goin' down," you conclude, looking at your brothers.
"But if the kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?" Dean asks, placing the journal back into his jacket.
Sam looks around, then his flashlight falls on a pile of broken chains, "Looks like the doors are usually chained. Could've been chained up for years."
"To keep people out," you add, then your thoughts go to a cause that seemed more likely, at least in your line of work, "Or to keep somethin' in."
You and your brothers glance at each other before Sam steps forward and pushes the door open. He steps in looks around, then motions that you and Dean could come. Sam moves out of the way so you and Dean could enter, there was a long hallway, with doors leading into smaller rooms on one side. Just like the main entrance, the hallway was in a state of chaos, trash was scattered around the floors, but it wasn't dark, there were windows lining the other side of the hallway, but they were broken, so the outside air floated into the room, keeping the room from smelling. All of you turn off your flashlights and start to walk down the hallway. Dean pulls out the EMF meter from his jacket, which causes you to wonder how much stuff Dean could fit in that thing.
"Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel," Dean comments, holding the meter out in front of him and waving it back and forth as he walks.
You snort and Sam frowns, "Dude, enough."
"Dean has a point," you say, "I mean, minus the whole Haley Joel part. You have to be careful. Ghosts could be attracted to this whole ESP-psychic thing you got goin' on in that head of yours."
"I told you, it's not ESP!" Sam cries, exasperated, "I just have strange vibes sometimes. Weird dreams."
"Okay, sorry, what would you like me to call it?" you ask, looking at your younger brother, "Your inner eye? Your third eye? Or should I refer to you as Madame Zabinski?"
Sam gives you a dirty look while Dean chuckles lightly, "Madame Zabinski? I like it."
Sam frowns, and grumbles about something. After a few seconds of silence, Sam speaks up once again, "You get any readings on that thing or not?"
"Nope," Dean replies, looking up from the meter, "Of course, it doesn't mean no one's home."
"Spirits can't appear during certain times of the day," you add helpfully, peaking into a side room, which had a stain on the floor that looked a lot like dried blood.
"Yeah," Dean agrees, "The freaks come out at night."
"Yeah," Sam nods.
Dean's face turns serious and he turns to face you and Sam, "Hey, (Y/N), who do you think is the hotter psychic, Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or Sammy?" Sam shoves Dean away, smiling slightly, but trying to act mad. Dean laughs and looks at you, "Well?"
You pause to think, as if it was an actual serious question you were answering, "Well, Patricia's got the classic blonde hair and the green eyes look going for her, but Hewitt's got the brown eyes, brown hair, and tan skin going for her. And Sammy's got the young, smart, college kid act, with the boyish features going for him. So," you bite your cheek, coming to a final decision, "Sorry little bro, I think Hewitt's got you beat."
Dean pats you on the shoulder and throws back his head in laughter. You hear Sam give both of you a loud sigh. Dean manages to calm himself down, "Dang Sam, even your own sister thinks you're ugly, that's just cold."
"You're both jerks, you know that?" Sam asks, as he walks further down the hallway, and into another room, "Guys, you might wanna see this!"
Dean and you glance at each other, before sprinting to the other room. Both of you skid to a stop next to Sam, taking in the new room. There were various old machines and instruments sitting around the room. There was one machine that looked like a box with various dials, plugs, and readers on it. There was something that looked like a stethoscope coming out of it. There was a table with various sliver tools, ranging from things that looked like screwdrivers, to things that looked like they were meant to hold you down. There was a chair in the room that looked vaguely like a dentist chair, but it had straps on it, some at the bottom, some at the arm rests, and one large one around the middle.
Dean whistles, looking around the room, "Man. Electroshock. Lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kinda like my man Jack in Cuckoo's Nest," Dean the proceeds to make crazy eyes and then grins maniacally at you and Sam. Sam ignores him and continues to look around the room. You roll your eyes at Dean, but smile slightly at his antics. Both of you join Sam in looking around the room.
"So," you say, placing the surgical knife you had been holding down, "Do you think it's ghosts possessing the people?"
"Maybe," Sam answers, turning away from the machine he had been inspecting, "Or maybe it's more like Amityville, or the Smurl haunting."
"Sprits driving them insane. Kinda like my man Jack in The Shining," Dean grins at you and Sam, proud of his comparison.
Sam, however, was having none of it, "Dean, (Y/N)," you look at your younger brother curious as to what he had to say, "When are we going to talk about it?"
You give your younger brother a confused look, "Talk about what?"
"About the fact that Dad's not here," Sam clarifies, his tone growing more serious.
"Oh. I see," Dean says, nodding, "How 'bout…never."
"I'm being serious, man. He sent us here..." you interrupt your younger brother, trying to stop the argument from going any further. You loved your brothers, but they were drama queens sometimes.
"Look, Dean's serious, and I'm serious about what I'm gonna say. Dad sent us here, right? He wants us here. We can look for him later, there's a job here, and we should finish, so nobody else dies, because if I can stop someone from dying, then I'm going to," you cross your arms and look at Sam pointedly.
"It doesn't matter what he wants," Sam counters, copying your pose.
"See. That attitude? Right there? That is why me and (Y/N) always get the extra cookie," Dean adds, pointing at Sam.
"Dad could be in trouble, we should be looking for him. We deserve some answers, (Y/N)," Sam argues, ignoring his older brother, "I mean this is our family we're talking about."
"I understand, Sammy, and Dean does too, even if it doesn't seem that he does, but even though I might not even agree with Dad's motives some of the time, I still respect him, so I'm going to do what he says. He's given us an order," you turn away, ending the conversation between you and Sam. You walk over to a file cabinet and open it, trying to find any information in the files.
"So what, we gotta always follow Dad's orders?" Sam asks, moving to walk closer to you.
Dean steps in front of him, "Of course we do." You hear Sam do a frustrated sigh at Dean. You hear footsteps and see that Dean has come to stand next to you. There is silence in the room for a few minutes, with the occasional rustle of paper, "Sanford Ellicott," Dean mumbles, you look up to see Dean holding a sign, "You know what we gotta do. We gotta find out more about the south wing. See if something happened here." Dean picks up the sign, and hands it to Sam, then he walks away, leaving the room. Sam is staring down at the sign with a bitchface.
"Look, Sammy, I get that you wanna find Dad, but you know what we do, we save everyone we can, and Dean and I can't just walk away from this until we know it's over. I bet if you really wanted to, you could grab a bus somewhere and leave, but I hope you don't. Dean and me, we're tryin' our best," you pat your brother on the arm, then you leave him in the room, running to catch up to your older brother, "You need to tone it down."
"I didn't do anything," Dean says defensively.
"You could have just answered his questions, or talked about it, instead of starting an argument, that I had to finish for you," you look at Dean, "I'm serious De, you wanted Sammy in on this, but you're treatin' him like he's a little kid. Yeah, he's the youngest, but he's an adult and he can take care of himself, and he knows what he wants. Just think on it, 'kay?"
Dean meets your eyes and nods his head, "Yeah, will do."
"Good, because I hate it when we argue, and it seems that we're doin' it more and more," you walk ahead of Dean, leaving him with that to think on.
Time Skip: 20 Minutes
Sam had pulled out the laptop and figured out that Dr. Sanford Ellicott had a son who was also a psychologist. All of you were now sitting in the parking lot, deciding what you were going to do.
"One of us should go in and pretend to be a patient," Sam suggests, shutting the laptop and placing it on the seat between him and Dean.
"I'll do it," you volunteer, moving to open the door.
"No, I'll do it," Sam injects, looking back at you.
You stare at Sam for a few seconds and then say, "No, I'll do it," and with that, you open the door and step out.
"Don't get arrested!" Dean calls through the open window.
"I won't!" you yell back, walking to the building and opening the door. You walk into the building and down a short hallway before coming to a door that reads Psychiatrist. You open the door and walk into a small waiting room. There is a desk with a woman sitting behind it. She had straight red hair pulled back into a ponytail with bright green eyes and lots of freckles. She looked to be around your age. You walk up to the desk, "Hi, um, I'm new in town and need a psychiatrist, and I heard Dr. Ellicott was the best. Do you have any time available today?"
"Let me check," the woman turns her chair to face the computer and types for a few seconds, "Yes, we have an opening in about 20 minutes, is that okay?" the woman looks back up at you, a questioning look to her eyes.
"Yeah, that's great," you smile and nod at the woman.
"I just need your name," the woman requests, getting ready to type it into the computer.
"(Y/N) Winchester," you reply, deciding to use your real name for once.
The woman types it in, "Alright you're all good to go."
You nod your thanks before turning to face the waiting room, there were two other people there, probably there for another doctor, seeing as there were three other doors with names on them. You sit on one of the couches and pick up a magazine. You glance back up at the woman at the desk, she was kind of cute, if you weren't on a job for a hunt, you might have tried getting her number, but you weren't Dean, you tried to save the flirting for after hours. You let your eyes wander back to the magazine, but you weren't reading, you were having an inner debate about going to flirt with the woman. You must have been thinking for a while, because one of the doors opened and a man steps out. He looked to be in his 50s. He had salt and pepper hair and is clean shaven. He's wearing a blue dress shirt with a gray sweater, khakis, and black dress shoes.
"(Y/N) Winchester?" the man asks, looking around the room.
You smile and stand up, "I guess that'd be me."
The man, now who you presume to be Doctor Ellicott, looks at you and smiles, then he moves out of the doorway, "Come on in."
You walk towards the door and enter. It was a nice little room with two chairs in the middle of the room, some bookcases, a desk, and a table, with a few papers on the wall, awards, diplomas, that kind of thing, "Thanks for being able to see me last minute," you move to sit in a chair, looking around the room, "You know, your last name, it rings a bell. Ellicott, wait, I think I got it. Wasn't there a Doctor Sanford Ellicott? He was a chief psychiatrist...uh...somewhere, can't think of the name."
Doctor Ellicott nods, "My father was chief of staff at the old Roosevelt Asylum. How did you know?"
"Well, uh, I'm, uh, kinda of a local history buff," you reply, tapping your fingers on the arm of the chair, "Didn't somethin' happen there? In the asylum I mean, like in the south wing I think, right?"
"We're on your dollar, (Y/N). We're here to talk about you," Doctor Ellicott looks at you seriously, reminding you why you were actually there, or at least, that's why you were there in his mind.
"Oh, yeah, right. Sorry, sometimes I get distracted," you smile at the Doctor and straighten yourself, "Go ahead."
"So," Doctor Ellicott starts, grabbing a pen and paper from the table by his chair, "How's things?"
"Good, things have been great," you answers, crossing your legs.
"Good," he replies, writing something down, "Whatcha been doing?"
"Oh, I've uh, been on a road trip, you know across the country, with my brothers. Nice guys, always lookin' out for me, even the little one," you look down at your lap, smiling slightly.
"Was that fun?" Doctor Ellicott questions, looking up from his clipboard to look you in the eye.
You stay silent, thinking for a few seconds, "Yeah...lots of fun. My uh, little brother, just got outta college, so kind of a family bonding. We've been seeing lots of, uh...interesting things...interesting people, you know?" you then take the chance to steer the subject back to the asylum, "I was thinkin' about it, what exactly happened in the south wing? I forget..."
"Look," Doctor Ellicott places his clipboard next to him and looks at you seriously, "If you're a local history buff, you know all about the Roosevelt riot."
"The riot," you repeat nodding, "Yeah, I uh, know a little, but I'm curious, you know?"
"(Y/N). Let's cut the bull, shall we," the Doctor brushes something off of the sofa, "You're avoiding the subject."
You look at him confused, "What subject?"
"You," he replies, picking the clipboard back up, "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, uh, these brothers of yours that you've been road tripping with. How do you feel about them?"
"I, uh, well...they're great people, I guess," you reply, looking around, slightly freaked out. You should've let Sam do this.
"That's a start," the Doctor nods, "What else?"
Time Skip: 30 Minutes
You finally escape the office. Doctor Ellicott had finally decided you had talked enough, and you had gotten enough information to act on. As you walked out of the office and headed to the waiting room door, you decided to never speak about what had happened in there to anyone, even if they offered a million dollars. You open the door and step out, finding that your brothers were loitering in the hallway, looking bored. You walk past them, walking to the door. Your brothers glance at each other before catching up to you and matching your pace. You open the door, holding for your brothers.
"Dude! You were in there forever," Dean exclaims, letting the door fall shut after him, "What the hell were you talking about."
"Just about the hospital, you know, what happened and all that jazz," you answer, hoping your brothers would be satisfied with your answer.
Sam looks at you skeptically, but he doesn't question you, "And?"
"The south wing," your start, stopping in front of the car and sitting on the hood, "Is apparently where they housed the really hard cases. You know, the psychopaths, the criminally insane, those kind of people."
"Sounds cozy," Dean comments sarcastically, stopping to stand across from you and next to Sam.
"Yeah, totally. But anyway, one night in '64, they rioted. Attacked the staff and each other," you continue, crossing your arms.
"So the patients took over the asylum?" Sam clarifies, a question looking on his face.
"Apparently, or at least that's what Doc said," you reply, crossing one leg over the other.
"Any deaths?" Dean questions, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
"Some patients and some staff. Apparently it was pretty gory. They never found some of the bodies, including the chief of staff, Doctor Ellicott," you explains, waiting for a reaction from your brothers.
"What do you mean, never recovered?" Sam asks, crossing his arms, the questioning look returning to his face.
"Well, the cops searched every inch of the damn place, but I guess the patients were pretty good at hidin' bodies or somethin' like that," you shrug, not knowing the real answer.
"That's grim," Dean adds, scrunching his face.
"Yeah, very. So, at the end, they transferred all the livin' and breathin' patients to a new asylum and then they closed the place down," you conclude, getting off of the car, now standing straight, but still you were dwarfed by your brothers.
"So, to sum it up, we've got a bunch of violent deaths and a bunch of unrecovered bodies," Sam sighs, realizing the depth of the situation.
"And a bunch of angry spirits," you add, albeit unhelpful.
"Good times," Dean sighs, then he claps his hands together, moving to the side of the car, "Let's check out the hospital tonight."
Time Skip: 3 Hours
Sam, Dean, and you had spent the past few hours preparing for the asylum raid. All of you had eaten at a local joint, then organized your materials. Now the three of you were outside of the asylum, grabbing everything from the trunk of the car. Dean had the duffel bag with the salt, shotguns, and various other things. He also had the EMF meter. Sam had a video camera, and you had a flashlight. You slam the trunk shut and all of you walk to the entrance. Sam reaches the doors first, and turns to wait for you and Dean. Once all of you were at the door, Sam turns back around and pushes the door open. You click on your flashlight once you enter the building, Dean turns on the EMF and Sam turns on the camera. All of you walk a few steps in before stopping. Dean is waving around the EMF meter, Sam is trailing the video camera from one end of the room to the other, and you are shining your flashlight around, looking for any hints as the where the bodies might be hidden.
After a few seconds, your break the silence and shine the flashlight on your older brother, "Gettin' any readings?"
"Yeah," Dean nods, looking to you, and then squinting because you were shining the light in his face, "Big time."
"This place is orbing like crazy," Sam adds, showing you and Dean the viewfinder, which had a few green blobs dancing around the screen.
"Well, there's gotta be multiple spirits around here," you reply, gesturing to the room you were in.
"And if these uncovered bodies are causing the haunting..." Sam starts, looking away from the camera to look at his older siblings.
"We gotta find 'em and burn 'em," Dean finishes, meeting Sam's eyes, then adding in as an afterthought, "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."
You and Sam nod in agreement, then all of you walk towards a door way that was mission the door. Dean walks through first, and you, Sam walk into the wing, "Split up?" you suggest, looking at Sam and Dean for approval.
Both of them nod, "You and Sammy go together, I'll go by myself," before either you or Sam could argue, Dean walks away, finally disappearing out of your sight when he enters a room.
You turn to your younger brother, "Guess it's me and you Sammy," you pat him on the shoulder and walk into the first room.
Time Skip: 15 Minutes
Sam and you had been searching rooms for bodies for a while, and you had almost reached the room that Dean had first entered. Sam enters the last room that you had to search, you walk in a few steps after him.
Out of nowhere, Sam starts yelling for Dean, "Dean? Dean!"
You look at your brother confused, before Sam quickly shows you the viewfinder. There was an old woman with white hair walking towards you and Sam. What made it more disturbing was that fact that she had one eye that was bloody and hanging out of her eye socket by the optic nerve. Dean runs into the room finally, rummaging through his bag at the same time, "Shotgun!" you call, looking wearily at the woman, then back at Dean.
"Sam! (Y/N)! Get down!" Dean shouts, finally pulling one of the shotguns out of the bag.
You and Sam both drop to the ground with no hesitation. A few seconds later there is a bang and the woman disintegrates. You and Sam look up, both of you gasping. After a few seconds, Sam sits up and then stands. He turns and reaches out a hand to you. You grab his hand and pull yourself up, dusting off your hands before standing straight.
"That," you start, sighing, "Was weird. Like, really weird."
"Yeah," Dean agrees, nodding, "You're tellin' me," Dean turns and moves out of the room.
Sam and you glance at each other before moving to catch up with Dean, "No, Dean, what (Y/N) means is it was weird that she didn't attack us."
"Looked pretty aggro from where I was standing," Dean replies, glancing at you and Sam.
"She didn't hurt us, De! She didn't even put in a tiny bit of effort," you retort, walking faster so you could match your brother's pace, "So, what I'm confused about, is if she didn't want to hurt me or Sammy, what did she want?"
Suddenly a noise comes from to your left. Dean immediately raises his shotgun and you turn the flashlight back on and shine it into the room. All of you walk in and approach a metal bed on its side, covered in a ragged sheet. You see the top of a blonde head behind the bed. You look at your brothers and nod. Then you point at the bed, and mouth, three, two, one. Sam reaches out and tips the bed over. There is a girl behind the bed, crouched, facing the corner. From what you could see she had blonde hair and was wearing a green sweatshirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. The girl spins around to face you, gasping and her eyes wide and filled with terror.
"It's alright," Dean exclaims, lowering his gun and putting his hands in the air to show he meant no harm, "We're not going to hurt you. It's okay. What's your name?"
The girl looks at all of you, before slowly replying, "Katherine. Kat."
You smile a little, "Okay, good start. I'm (Y/N). The tall one is Sam, the shorter one is Dean." Dean squints at you and grumbles something unintelligible.
"What are you doing here?" Sam questions, ignoring your comment and Dean's retort.
"Um. My boyfriend, Gavin," Kat replies, looking away nervously.
"Is he here?" Dean inquires, looking around the room.
"Somewhere," Kat replies, meeting Dean's gaze, "He thought it would be fun, try and see some ghosts. I thought it was all just…you know. Pretend. I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream and…" Kat trails off, looking into the distance.
"Hey, Kat? Look at me," you say sternly. Kat meets your stare, "Sam is gonna get you outta here, and me and Dean are gunna find Gavin. Okay?"
"No!" Kat exclaims suddenly, jumping up, "No. I'm not going to leave without Gavin. I'm coming with you."
"It's no joke around here, okay. It's dangerous," Dean replies, his face stern and unmoving.
"That's why I gotta find him," Kat looks at Dean seriously, her mind already made up.
Dean, Sam, and you all look at each. Sam shrugs, clearly not minding one way or another. Dean looks at you, a questioning look at his face, "She's not gonna budge, might as well just accept it."
Dean turns back to face Kat, "Alright, I guess we're gunna split up then," Dean looks at you and Sam, "You two are together, and me and Kat are together."
Sam and you glance at each other, before Sam says, "Give us a shotgun at least."
Dean nods and then sets his duffel bag on the floor. He opens it up and pulls out a shotgun and hands it to Sam. Sam opens it, checks the ammunition and nods. You look at your older brother, "Meet back here in 20 minutes, or before that if you find Gavin." Dean nods in agreement then you and Sam turn to leave. You both turn right at the door, going back the way you came.
"Why were they even in here?" you ask yourself, sighing and shaking your head in disappointment.
"Kat said it was a date," Sam answers, pausing to scan a room before moving on, "Pretty shitty date, if you ask me."
You nod in agreement, "Yeah, I mean, what kind of guy takes a girl to an old creepy asylum to look for ghosts?"
"I have no idea," Sam replies, looking at you, "What would you do if some guy tried to do that?"
"I would call him a dumbass and leave," you shine your flashlight in a room, no sign of a body.
P.O.V. Switch and Time Skip: 15 Minutes
Dean and Kat walk through the halls. They are walking in silence, it being broken with Kat's every so occasional call of "Gavin?"
"I got a question for ya," Dean says, speaking finally, "You've seen a lot of horror movies, yeah?"
Kat stops walking and turns to face Dean, "I guess so."
Dean turns to face her, "Do me a favor," Kat nods, a curious look on her face, "Next time you see one? Pay attention. When someone says a place is haunted…don't go in!"
Kat gets a confused look on her face, then she shakes it off and continues walking. Dean follows soon after.
P.O.V. Switch
You walk into a random room, Sam is right behind you. You both look around and you are about to turn and leave, when you spy a body on the ground. You get closer and see that it looks to be about a college age boy with black hair and pale skin. He was wearing a leather jacket lined with some kind of fur, a plaid, a green shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. You glance at Sam before both of you crouch down. Sam shakes the boy awake. After a few seconds, the kid, who you know assume is Gavin, wakes up, and sees the two of you leaning over him. He panics, fear in his eyes.
"Woah, hey, calm down. You're Gavin right? Me and my brother are just here to help," you raise your hands up, as Dean had done earlier.
"Who are you?" Gavin asks, looking at both of you suspiciously, still not sure whether he should trust you or not.
"My name is Sam, this is (Y/N)," Sam answers, standing up, "Uh, we found your girlfriend."
"Kat?" Gavin questions, getting up quickly, "Is she alright?"
You are the last to stand, "Yeah, Kat's fine. Just worried about you. Speakin' of, you okay?"
"I was running," Gavin explains, gesturing to the hall where you and Sam came from, "I think I fell.
"You were running from what?" Sam asks, glancing at you worriedly.
"There was...there was this girl," Gavin stutters, looking around, as if just talking about it would bring her here, "Her face. It was all messed up."
"Okay, right," you nod your head slowly, scrunching your eyebrows together, "And this girl, did she try to hurt you, at all?"
"What?" Gavin looks at you like you were insane, then he shakes his head, "No, she...uh..."
"She what?" Sam prompts, waving his hand.
"She...," Gavin sighs, and then whispers, "Kissed me."
You shake your head, "She kissed you?" Gavin nods, clearly traumatized, "Okay...but, uh, she didn't hurt you, like physically, like she didn't try to stab you or anything?"
"Dude!" Gavin exclaims, jumping slightly, "She kissed me. I'm scarred for life!"
"Well," Sam sighs, "Trust me, it could have been worse. Now, do you remember anything else?"
"She uh...actually, she tried to whisper something in my ear," Gavin says softly, looking down at his feet.
"And that thing would be?" you ask, getting annoyed at his lack of an explanation.
"I don't know," Gavin replies truthfully, shrugging his shoulders, "I ran like hell before she could."
P.O.V. Switch
Dean and Kat walk into another hallway, Dean leading the way. All of the sudden, his flashlight starts to mysteriously fade.
Dean looks down at his flashlight and frowns, then he shakes it, "You son of a bitch," Dean mutters, reaching into the pocket of his jacket, "It's alright, I got a lighter."
Kat turns to look behind her, think she heard a noise. She feels a hard grip on her arm, and without looking back, she exclaims, "Ow. You're hurting my arm."
"What are you talking about?" Dean asks, looking away from his leather jacket to look at Kat.
Kat slowly turns to look at Dean. Both of them realize they are too far apart to be physically touching. Kat slowly looks down to see a rotting, disembodied hand clutching her arm. Kat looks back up at Dean and screams. She is dragged into a nearby room, the metal door slamming shut behind her.
P.O.V. Switch
Sam, Gavin, and you are making your way to the room you were supposed to meet Dean and Kat in, when you hear a scream. You look at Sam, your eyes wide, before you break into a run, following where the sound came from. You don't need to look behind you to know that the boys were following you. You could hear their feet pounding on the concrete behind you as you ran. Another scream echoes through the halls, this time louder. You keep running until you see Dean's figure down a hallway. He appeared to be banging on a door with a metal pipe. You turn down the hallway, stumbling to a stop, just as another scream interrupts the banging of the pipe against the door.
"What's going on?" you pant, looking around for Kat.
"She's inside with one of them," Dean grunts, banging the pipe harder.
Kat's voice floats from the room behind the door, "HELP ME!"
Sam and Gavin coming running down the hall. Gavin hears his girlfriend and screams in reply, "Kat!"
You hear movement on the other side of the door, it sounds like she's sliding down the door, "Get me outta here!"
"Kat," Sam calls, stepping closer to the door so Kat could hear him. Dean abandons the metal pipe on the floor and looks around for another object he could use for the door, "It's not going to hurt you. Listen to me. You've got to face it. You've got to calm down."
Dean turns around and looks at Sam, astonished, "She's gotta what?!"
"I have to what?" Kat shouts, the surprise evident in her voice.
"Sam's right," you agree, raising your voice so Kat could hear you, "These ghosts, they don't want to hurt us. They want to tell us something. You gotta face it, Kat. You have to listen to it."
"You face it!" Kat replies, still snarky, even in the face in danger.
"No! It's the only way to get out of there," Sam calls, standing firm in his opinion.
"No!" Kat counters, you could imagine her huffing and rolling her eyes.
"Kat, please, we're tryin' to help you," you plead, leaning your head against the door, "Look at it, please. You can do it." You hear her take a deep breath, and then silence.
"Kat?" Gavin calls, moving closer to the door. He was growing more worried by the second.
"Man," Dean sighs, looking away from the door to you and Sam, "I hope you two are right about this."
"Yeah, me too," Sam agrees, looking at the door, you could tell he was imagining the possibilities of what was happening in there. A tense silence falls on the three of you, waiting for Kat to come out. You start singing Sympathy for the Devil under your breath, trying to ease the situation;
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
You were about to go into the second verse when the lock on the door clicks and the door slowly opens, revealing Kat, who is standing in the doorway.
"Oh, Kat," Gavin sighs, rushing forward to bring his girlfriend into a hug, which she returns gladly.
Sam goes into the room, looking for the ghost, a body, or anything that would reveal any information. He comes out a few seconds later, shaking his head at you and Dean.
"137," Kat says, pulling away from Gavin and looking directly at you.
"What?" you inquire, looking at her with a questioning look on your face.
"It whispered in my ear," Kat clarifies, then she whispers, "137."
You come to and realization, and your brothers must have come to the same one, because all of you exclaim, "Room number."
All of you move to a nearby wall so you can't be heard by Kat or Gavin.
"So, if the spirits aren't tryin' to hurt anyone," you start, looking at your older brother.
"Then what are they trying to do?" Dean finishes, a questioning look on his face.
"Maybe that's what they've been trying to tell us," Sam suggests shrugging his shoulders.
"I guess we'll find out," Dean answers, looking at Kat and Gavin, who were waiting for the three of you to be done.
"Alright," Sam nods his head in agreement.
You turn to face Kat and Gavin, "So, you guys ready to leave?"
Kat scoffs, "That's an understatement."
"Okay," Dean nods, then he looks at you and Sam, "You two get them outta here. I'm going to go find room 137."
"No," you exclaim, looking at Dean, who looks surprised, "I'm comin' with you."
Dean sighs, "Alright, fine, just be careful."
"Alright, come on," Sam walks back down the hallway, shotgun in hand, Kat and Gavin trailing behind him.
Dean hands you a shotgun and you pull a flashlight out of your jacket, "Let's go," you walk the opposite direction that Sam and the others had went down, Dean and you walking side by side.
P.O.V. Switch
Sam is leading Kat and Gavin down a hallway, holding the shotgun loosely by his side.
"So," Kat sighs, starting a conversation, "How do you guys know about all this ghost stuff."
"It's kinda out job," Sam replies, not looking away from the hallway in front of him.
"Why would anyone want a job like that?" Kat questions, looking up at Sam curiously.
Sam huffs a laugh, "I had a crappy guidance counselor."
"And Dean? He's your boss?" Then Kat adds in as an afterthought, "Or is it (Y/N)?"
Sam finally looks down and bluntly says, "No."
P.O.V. Switch and Time Skip: 15 Minutes
Dean is further up the hallway when you find room 137.
"Hey!" you call, looking at your brother, "I found it."
Dean walks to where you were standing. You shine your flashlight on the door, illuminating the room number. Dean nods, "Alright, let's see what we got here," Dean tries to open the door, but he gets resistance, "Somethin' blockin' the door," Dean grunts, ramming his shoulder into the door. A few seconds later, you hear a crash and the door swings open, there had been broken furniture blocking the door. The room is a mess, filing cabinets pushed over, papers everywhere, the wall was stained with something that looked like blood. Dean shines his flashlight around as you walk over to a group of papers and start to flip through them, trying to look for something interesting. It seems the group of papers you had chosen were medical records on a man named James Barnes, who had extremely severe Schizophrenia. You move onto the file cabinet and Dean joins you a few seconds later. The only sound breaking the silence was the rustle of papers.
P.O.V. Switch
Sam marches down a hallway and tries the door, but oddly enough, it's locked. He tries another door that was also locked. Sam turns to face Kat and Gavin, "Alright. I think we have a small problem."
"Then break it down," Gavin suggests, looking around worriedly.
"I don't think that's gunna work," Sam replies, turning to try the door again.
"Then a window," Gavin tries, nodding his head to a nearby window.
"They're barred," Kat points out, pointing at the metal bars at the windows.
"Then how are we supposed to get out?" Gavin questions, bringing a very important question to the table.
"That's the point," Sam sighs, turning around to face Kat and Gavin once again, "We're not. There's something in here. It doesn't want us to leave."
"Those patients..." Kat starts, looking around worriedly.
"No," Sam interrupts, shaking his head, "Something else."
P.O.V. Switch and Time Skip: 10 Minutes
Dean had abandoned looking at the files for searching the room for hidden compartments or a secret room. You were still ruffling through the papers, most of them were just files about different people with their diagnosis, notes, and the treatment. You hear Dean doing something, so you turn to look. Dean was pulling off a loose panel. You stand up and walk over. Behind the panel was a satchel full of papers. Dean pulls it out and then comments, "This is why I get paid the big bucks."
"We don't get paid at all," you retort, reaching into the bag for a handful of papers, one of which was a journal. Dean pulls out two chairs and you each sit in one. You place the journal between the two of you. The journal had gruesome notes about various procedures and even ideas for new medical tools, some of which seemed to be promoting more harm than good.
"All work and no play makes Doctor Ellicott a very dull boy," Dean comments, snorting at his own joke.
"Are you in love with that move or something?" you ask, looking up from the journal.
"Hey! It's a good movie," Dean retorts, sounding defensive.
You were about to reply when a noise from outside of the room catches your attention. Both of you stand up, and walk to the door. You both raise your shotguns and look around, there was nothing there. You turn to face Dean, "We should go find Sammy and tell him what we found."
"Yeah, hopefully Kat and Gavin are long gone by now," Dean grabs the journal and both of you leave the room and walk down the hallway, heading back to Sam.
Time Skip: 5 Minutes
Sam is walking back to where he had left Gavin and Kat a few minutes earlier, "Alright, I've looked everywhere. There's no other way out."
"So what the hell are we gunna do?" Gavin questions, looking frustrated.
"Well for starters, we're not gunna panic," Sam replies calmly, knowing by now that panicking would not get anyone anywhere."
"Why the hell not!" Gavin cries, deciding to ignore Sam.
Suddenly, Sam's phone rings. Sam ignores Gavin's protests and answers, "Hey."
(Y/N)'s voice comes over the line, except it was breaking up, "Sammy, it's comin'. I see it. It's comin' at us."
Sam thought you sounded weirdly calm, but didn't think too much of it, "Where are you?"
"We're in the basement. Hurry Sammy!" (Y/N) pleads, the sound still breaking up.
"I'm on my way," Sam consoles. Sam then hangs up and looks at Kat and Gavin, "Alright, can either or you handle a shotgun?"
"What?" Gavin asks, astonished, "No!"
"I can," Kat answers, like it was no big deal. Gavin looks at her in amazement, "My dad took me skeet shooting a coupla times."
"Alright, here," Sam hands his shotgun over to Kat, "It's loaded with rock salt. It may not kill a spirit, but it will repel it. So, if you see something, shoot."
"Okay," Kat nods, accepting the shotgun.
"Okay, I'll be back, I'm going to get (Y/N) and Dean, don't move," Sam walks away, leaving his flashlight and shotgun with Kat and Gavin, leaving him defenseless.
P.O.V. Switch and Time Skip: 15 Minutes
Dean and you had finally figured out where Kat, Gavin, and Sam where. Dean had heard Kat and Gavin talking and you had been following the sound of their voices for a few minutes. You come to a corner and you assume that they will be behind it, because their voices are the loudest they had been. You are about to turn the corner, and then you see Kat pull the trigger on the shotgun. You throw yourself back around the corner just in time.
Dean looks at you in confusement, "Just tried to blow my head off," you explain, "Hey! Knock it off! Don't shoot. It's me, and Dean!"
"Sorry!" Kat calls, "Sorry."
"Fuck," you sigh, coming around the corner, noting the marks on the wall, where your head had been.
Dean looks at Kat and Gavin in surprise, "What are you still doing here!? Where's Sam?!"
"He went to the basement," Gavin explains, looking at him in equal surprise, "She called him."
Dean looks at you, "I didn't call anyone!"
"His cell phone rang," Kat counters, holding the shotgun loosely in her arms, "He said it was you."
"Basement, huh?" Dean asks. Gavin and Kat nod their heads, "Alright, (Y/N), you stay with them, I'm gonna go get Sam."
"They can fend for themselves, if you didn't notice, she about took my head off," you counter, then you turn your attention to Kat, "That was a hell of a shot by the way." Kat smiles slightly and nods, giving you her silent gratitude.
"Fine," Dean looks around, locating some extra weapons, some of which he keeps, the rest he gives to you, "You two, watch yourselves. And when we come back up, try not to take her head off, or mine for that matter."
Kat nods, and readjusts her grip on the shotgun, "Okay, again, sorry."
You wave your hand, "It's fine, but seriously be careful." With that, you and Dean turn back the way you had come, heading to the basement.
Time Skip: 20 Minutes
You and Dean had found the basement and were now looking around, calling for Sam.
"Sammy?" Dean calls, looking around, "Sam, you down here?"
"Sam? Sam!" you turn around. Sam is standing right in front of you. You jump back, and raise your shotgun.
Dean turns around to see you and Sam, "Man, answer us when we're calling you! You alright?"
"Yeah," Sam answers, turning slightly so he could see Dean, "I'm fine."
"Hey, you know that wasn't me who called you, yeah?" you ask, lowering your shotgun.
"Yeah," Sam nods, "I know. I think something lured me down here."
"I think I know who. Doctor Ellicott. That's what the spirits have been trying to tell us," Dean looks at Sam suspiciously, "You haven't seen him, have you."
"No," Sam replies, shaking his head, "How do you know it was him?"
"Dean found his log book," You answer, walking around Sam to stand next to Dean, "Apparently he had been doing some pretty horribly things to his patients, experiments, that kinda stuff. Some of it made lobotomies look like fuckin' aspirin or somethin'."
"But it was the patients who rioted," Sam points out, a confused look on his face.
"Yeah," Dean agrees, then he adds, "They were rioting against Doctor Ellicott. Doctor 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 would 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 '70s, making them so angry they become homicidal..." Dean trails off, "Come on, we gotta find his bones and torch 'em."
"How?" Sam counters, crossing his arms, "The police never found his body."
"I found something in the log book that says he had a hidden procedure room in the basement," you explain, "He'd work on the patients there. And Dean pointed out that if he was a patient, that he'd drag his sorry ass down here and give him a taste of his own medicine, literally."
"I don't know," Sam sighs, sounding skeptical, "It sounds kinda..."
"Crazy?" Dean suggests.
"Yeah," Sam agrees, nodding his head.
"That's the point," you explain, "I mean, this is an insane asylum."
Dean walks away from you and Sam, walking to a door he hadn't opened yet. He opens the door, then gestures for you and Sam to follow. You walk towards Dean, glancing back at Sam to make sure he was following. Something was off about him, but you didn't know exactly what. Like the time that the shapeshifter had switched himself out for Dean, you knew it wasn't Dean, but you didn't know exactly how.
"I told you," Sam sighs, looking around, "I looked everywhere. I didn't find a hidden room."
"Well, that's why they call it hidden," Dean replies sarcastically. You hear something that sounded like wind coming from somewhere in the room, "You hear that?"
"What?" Sam asks, squinting his eyes in confusion.
You and Dean both crouch down, feeling for bursts of air. You find it, "Here, the doors here."
"(Y/N)," Sam calls. You and Dean both look at Sam to find him pointing his gun at you. A trickle of blood runs down his nose, "Step back from the door."
You and Dean both glanced at each other before slowly rising to your feet. Dean's eyes go from the gun to Sam's face, while yours stay on the gun that was pointed at you, "Sammy, please put the gun down."
"Is that an order?" Sam counters, making no move to lower the gun.
"I think it was more of a friendly request," Dean points out. You shot him a look, now was not the time for sarcastic humor.
Sam raises the gun, now it was pointing at your chest, "'Cause I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders, both of you."
"Sammy, Ellicott did somethin' to you, you gotta fight it," you plead, your eyes still trained on the gun aimed at your chest.
"For once in your life (Y/N), just shut up," Sam sighs, glaring at you.
"What are you gunna do, Sam?" Dean asks, you can tell even without looking at him, your older brother was growing worried for your safety, "Gun's filled with rock salt. It won't kill her."
Sam shoots you in the chest. The strength of the shot sends you crashing through the hidden door. You fall in the middle of the hidden room. You hear another shot and Dean comes flying into the room. You groan and clutch at the middle of your chest, the pain was intense, and it had knocked the breath out of you, so you were gasping.
"No," Sam replies, walking into the room, "But it will hurt like hell."
"Sammy!" you cry. Your younger brother was now standing over you and Dean, gun pointed at the floor between you and Dean, "We just gotta find the bones, then we'll burn 'em, and you'll be back to normal."
"I am normal," Sam replies, smirking, "I'm just telling the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? 'Cause you two are following Dad's orders like good little soldiers? Because you both always do what he says without question? Are you both that desperate for his approval?"
"This isn't you talking, Sam," Dean says, clutching his chest.
"That's the difference between you two and me," Sam continues, ignoring Dean's protests, "I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic, like you two."
"What are you gonna do?" you ask, pausing to cough, "Are you going to kill us?"
"You know what, I am sick of doing what you two tell me to do," Sam adjusts his grip on the shotgun, 'We're no closer to finding Dad today than we were 6 months ago."
"Well, then here. Let me make it easier for you," Dean holds out his prized handgun for Sam to take, "Come on. Take it. Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt," You notice Sam hesitate, "Take it!" Sam grabs the gun and aims it at your face. You were terrified, you didn't know what kind of game Dean was playing. Even though you were sure that you were gonna die in a few seconds, and that Dean was encouraging it, you stayed strong, "You hate her that much? You think you could kill your own sister? And then me? Go ahead. Pull the trigger. Do it!" Sam pulls the trigger and you flinch, but no bullet comes out of the gun. There is a click, and then another click. The chamber was empty. You sigh in relief. Dean jumps up and tackles Sam, knocking him to the ground. Then he stands, helping you up. You and Dean walk over to stand over Sam, "Man, I'm not going to give you a loaded pistol!"
Sam stares up at you and Dean. Dean looks at you and nods at Sam. You sigh, and then deliver a vicious right cross to Sam's head, knocking him out, almost falling as you do so, "Sorry Sam," you pat your brother's shoulder, and then turn to Dean, "I hate you, you know that? You gave him a fucking pistol, that I thought was loaded and he aimed it at my fucking head!" you pinch the bridge of your nose, "I just...I can't."
Dean shrugs, "Sorry."
"Sorry?!" you close your eyes and count to ten, "You know what? It's fine, I get it. Let's just find the fucking body and destroy the son of a bitch."
Dean nods and both of you begin to look around the room. Dean had retrieved his pistol and was pushing back curtains with it. You were looking for any signs of hidden doors. You feel something move behind you, and you quickly turn to see the ghost of Doctor Ellicott behind you. You raise your shotgun and shot him before he reaches you. Dean comes out from behind the curtain, "What's going on?"
"Find the body!" you reply, looking around more frantically than you had been before. Dean doesn't even question you and goes back to where he was.
A few seconds later Dean calls you over, "Found him!" You join Dean behind the curtain to see a cupboard door open. Inside was a mummified corpse. You both step closer, but end up stepping away, gagging from the horrible smell, "Oh, that's just gross." Dean reaches into his duffel bag, grabbing the container of salt and kerosene. Both of you place your flashlights on the ground. Dean hands the kerosene to you, and then steps forward to salt the body. A few seconds later, he moves out of the way and you being pouring the kerosene on. You see something flicker out of the corner of your eye, but you ignore it, you were probably just seeing things. Suddenly, a gurney comes flying across the room and it knocks you to the ground.
Dean moves to help you, but is pushed to the ground by Doctor Ellicott. Doctor Ellicott grabs Dean's face and his hand begins to glow, "Don't be afraid. I'm going to help you. I'm going to make you all better."
You crawl over to the duffel bag, trying not to be seen. You manage to locate the lighter. You flick it on and throw it at the body. Doctor Ellicott lets go of Dean when his remains start to burn. You and Dean crawl out of the way and watch as Doctor Ellicott's ghost falls to the ground, crumbling on impact. You look over at Sam, "I didn't punch him too hard, did I?"
Dean didn't have a chance to answer, because Sam wakes up and looks over at the two of you, flexing his jaw, wincing as he does so, "You're not going to try and kill us, are ya?"
Sam raises his hand to push at his jaw, "No."
"That's good," you reply, standing, "Because that would be bad," you walk over to Sam and lend him a hand in getting up, "Sorry about that, but we kind of had to make sure you didn't try to kill us."
Sam nods, "Yeah, I get it," then he adds in as an afterthought, "Good punch by the way."
You nod your head in thanks and look down at your feet, not knowing if you should be proud, or not.
After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Dean makes an announcement, "We should probably get Kat and Gavin outta here."
"Yeah," you agree, nodding your head.
Time Skip: 20 Minutes
All of you are now standing outside of the asylum, sending Kat and Gavin on their way.
"Thanks guys," Kat says, smiling at all of you.
"Yeah," Gavin agrees, nodding, "Thanks."
"No problem," you reply, "Just, no more haunted asylums."
Kat and Gavin both nod and then walk towards their car. You and your brothers watch them go, then you all turn to the Impala."
"Hey, guys?" Sam asks, sounding unsure of himself. You and Dean both turn to look at him, "I'm sorry. I said some awful things back there."
"You remember all that?" Dean asks, sounding vaguely surprised.
"Yeah. It's like I couldn't control it," Sam explains, looking at his feet "But I didn't mean it, any of it."
"You sure?" you ask, not really believing your younger brother.
"Yeah! I'm sure," Sam frowns, "Do we need to talk about this?"
You and Dean look at each other. You give a small head shake to Dean, knowing if you did talk about it, it would end in yelling, "No," Dean says bluntly, moving to get into the car, "I'm not really in the sharing and caring kinda mood. I just wanna get some sleep."
"I second that," you add, opening the passenger door to the Impala, "Sleep sounds really good at the moment."
Sam nods, but doesn't say anything. He opens the backdoor and climbs in. Dean starts the car, and pulls away, leaving the asylum and all the spirits behind.
P.O.V. Switch and Time Skip: 5 Hours.
Sam wakes up to a phone ringing. He looks at (Y/N) and Dean, both asleep in the other bed. Dean is sleeping closer to the door and a protective hand in placed on her arm. (Y/N) is sleep closer to the other bed, a hand under her pillow, probably holding a gun. The phone rings again, bringing Sam back to why he was awake. Sam looks over and sees that it is Dean's phone, "Dean," Sam calls. Dean and (Y/N) both don't move. Sam frowns and grabs Dean's phone from the nightstand. He checks the number, not recognizing it, but answering anyway, "Hello?" Sam listens the voice on the other end and then sits straight up in bed, "Dad?"
There's chapter 10! I hope y'all liked it! Sorry this took so long! I don't know when I'm going to get the next chapter out, probably sometime next month, but I'm not sure. That's all for now!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except (Y/N), the rest are owned by the CW and the creators of Supernatural. I also don't own any of the lyrics used in this chapter.