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Chapter 10

"I'm sorry," Mom said as she burst into flames on the ceiling.

"Mom!" I screamed.

I tried everything I could but it was too late she was gone.

"Leah wake up," Sam said as he gently shook me.

"Wha-What's going on?" I asked rubbing the sleep out my eyes.

"You were moaning in your sleep," Sam said looking at me with worry on his face.

"And not in the happy way," Dean commented as he sat in the chair on the other side of the room and flipped through dad's journal.

"What were you dreaming about?" Sam asked.

"I don't remember," I lied.

"You don't have the shining too do you?" Dean asked jokingly.

"No, Sam's the freak there," I laughed and then got serious, "So did you get a hold of anyone who has heard from him?"

"Caleb hasn't heard from him," Sam answered.

"Neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim," Dean added.

"What about the journal find anything I couldn't?" I asked.

"No nothing I can make out I mean I love the guy but he writes like freaking Yoda," Dean answered.

"It's not that bad."

"Le, it's worse than chicken scratch," Dean sighed.

"Maybe we should call the feds and file a missing persons," Sam suggested.

"We talked about this dad would be pissed if we put the feds on his tail," Dean said.

"I don't care anymore after all that happened back in Kansas, I mean he should have been there. You said so yourself you tried to call him and nothing," Sam went on as I heard my phone vibrating.

I sighed and pulled myself out of bed while rummaging through my purse but it wasn't in there.

"Come on where the hell is my phone?" I asked to no one in particular and I finally found it wedged between Dean and Sam's duffle.

"You know he could be dead for all we know," Sam continued, I swear he talked more than me sometimes.

"Don't say that! He's not dead he's…" Dean trailed off trying to find the right word.

"Texting," I finished as I stared at the screen of my phone.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I just got a text message…it's coordinates."

"Where to?" Dean asked and I handed my phone over to him as he pulled open Sam's laptop.

"You think dad is texting us?" Sam questioned, "He doesn't even know how to use a toaster."

"Who else would send me coordinates?...and in his defense I didn't know how to use that toaster either there were like fifty buttons on it," I replied as I anxiously looked over Dean's shoulder to see where they pointed to.

"Was there a number on the caller ID?" Sam asked

"No it said unavailable," I answered.

"Rockford, Illinois," Dean read off the screen, "And I checked the local paper look at this."

He turns the screen to show Sam, "This cop Walter Kelly comes home from his shift, shoots his wife and then puts the gun in his mouth and blows his brains out and earlier that night Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum."

"Ok I'm not following," Sam admitted.

"Dad marked the same asylum in the journal," I said grabbing it and flipping to the right page, "Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths until last week at least. This has to be where he wants us to go."

"Dad is sending us on a job?" Sam asked putting his hands on his head.

"Maybe we will meet up with him, maybe he is already there," I said hopefully.

"Maybe he's not, I mean he could be sending us there by ourselves," Sam argued.

"Who cares, if he wants us there it's good enough for me," I said as I started packing my things.

"Of course dad says jump and his good little soldier says how high," Sam scoffed.

"Sam don't, Leah is right on this we're going," Dean said.

"This doesn't strike you as weird…the texting, the coordinates," Sam continued.

"Dad is telling us to go somewhere, we are going," I said grabbing my bag and walking out of the room.

SUPERNATURAL

"Hey I'm Stephanie with the Chicago Tribune do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions about your partner?" I asked sitting across from Walter Kelly's partner at a local bar.

"Yeah I do I'm just trying to have a beer here," he replied.

"It won't take that long I just want to here the story in your own words," I smiled.

"A week ago my partner was sitting in that chair and now he is dead, you going to ambush me here?"

"Sorry but I need to know what happened," I answered as Sam made his way over to where we were sitting.

"Hey miss why don't you leave the poor guy alone the man's an officer why don't you show a little respect," Sam said as he grabbed me off the chair and shoved me.

"You didn't have to do that," the man said.

"Yeah I did that girl is a serious bitch," Sam said.

I stared at him for a minute trying to remember we were undercover and walked out the door to meet Dean at the Impala when all I really wanted to do was knock him out.

"How'd it go?" Dean asked leaning against the car.

"Sam is talking to him now," I answered as I hopped up and sat on the hood.

"Careful not to scratch her," Dean warned and I rolled my eyes, "So what's going on between you two?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked laying back to look at the stars.

"You two have been at each others throats for the past three days, usually whatever it is blows over by now and I for one am getting sick of it," Dean answered.

"I don't know just been awhile since we've all been together again, I just have to get used to it is all…and so does he."

"Well could you two do it soon you are really annoying the hell out of me."

"That's my job," I smiled as I saw Sam walk out of the bar I got off the hood, "You shoved me kind of hard in there Sam and what was with calling me a bitch?"

"You pushed her? That wasn't part of the plan," Dean questioned.

"I had to sell it didn't I?" he replied.

"Whatever what did you find out?" I asked.

"So Walter Kelly was a good cop, head of his class, had a bright future ahead of him," Sam answered.

"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."

"What did he say about the asylum?" I asked.

"A lot."

SUPERNATURAL

We scaled the fence of the asylum, ran up the front steps and entered the building.

"You know if your going to put a fence up so people can't get in you would think they would lock the front door," I stated.

"What can I say people are idiots," Dean commented.

"This does look like one hell of a place to have a party though," I said looking around at the empty beer bottles and cans.

Sam just shook his head, "So apparently the cops chased the kids here into the south wing."

"South wing…wait a second," I said pulling out dad's journal and opening it, "In 1972 three kids broke into the south wing only one survived, they way he tells it one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place."

"What do you have that thing memorized?" Sam asked.

"Well not all of us have the shining to tell us when bad things are going to happen so I like to be prepared," I retorted.

"Seriously, are you two ever going to stop?" Dean sighed, "So whatever is going on it seems like the south wing is at the heart of it."

"Yeah but if kids keep sneaking into the asylum then why aren't there a ton of more deaths?" Sam asked.

"Looks like the doors are normally chained could have been chained up for years to keep people out," I said pointing to the door.

"Or keep something in," Dean added.

We started walking down the hallway that was only lit by the sunlight coming through the windows.

"Let me know if you see any dead people Haley Joel," Dean joked.

"Guys stop," Sam pleaded.

"No I'm serious ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you have going on," Dean said.

"I told you it's not ESP I just get strange vibes sometimes and weird dreams," Sam declared.

"Are you getting any readings on that thing or not?" I asked as Dean was scanning the place with the EMF reader.

"Nope of course that doesn't mean nobody's home," he answered.

"Spirits can appear at certain times of the day," Sam informed.

"And the freaks come out at night," Dean added.

"Hey De, who do you think is the hotter psychic Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt or Sam?"

Dean busted out laughing and I got a death glare from Sam. We walked into a room that looked like a torture chamber.

"Electroshock…lobotomies they did some twisted stuff to these people," Dean commented looking around.

"Kind of like Jack in the Cuckoo's nest," I nodded.

"You have so warped her," Sam said shaking his head.

"So what do you think ghosts are possessing people?" Dean asked.

"Maybe…or maybe it's more like Amityville," Sam answered.

"Like the spirits are driving them insane," I added.

"So…when are we going to talk about it?" Sam questioned.

"Talk about what?" Dean asked.

"About the fact that dad's not here," Sam stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Uhh let's see never," I answered.

"I'm being serious Leah."

"So am I Samuel," I spat.

"Look he sent us here so he obviously wants us here we do the job and pick up the search later," Dean said trying to end the conversation.

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

"See that attitude right there that's why I always got the extra cookie," Dean said.

"You got cookies? I used to get lollipops," I said trying to change the subject.

"Dad could be in trouble we should be looking for him, we deserve some answers this is our family we are talking about!"

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

"So what we always have to follow dad's orders?"

"Of course we do!" I yelled.

"Sanford Ellicott; Chief of Staff," Dean said successfully changing the subject, "You know what we have to do; we need to find out more about the south wing."

SUPERNATURAL

We did some digging and found that Sanford had a son who is a clinical psychiatrist in town. After three rounds of rock/paper/scissors I had lost so I was the one who had to make an appointment to go see him. I impatiently sat in the small waiting room and flipped through a magazine so my hands had something to do.

"Miss Winchester," Dr. Ellicott called out.

"Yeah," I tried to smile as I followed him into his office.

I thought about lying down on the couch but I thought that would be too cliché.

"Dr. Ellicott…Ellicott…that name wasn't there a Dr. Sanford Ellicott…yeah he was a chief psychiatrist somewhere," I started figuring the quicker I got information we needed the quicker I could get out of there.

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

"I'm sort of a local history buff," I lied, "Hey wasn't there an incident or something in the hospital I guess…the south wing right?"

"We're on your dollar Leah, we are here to talk about you."

"Oh ok…yeah sure," I answered sighing inwardly this was going to be harder than I thought.

"So how's things?"

"Things are good."

"Good. What have you been doing?"

"Just been on a road trip with my brothers."

"Was that fun?"

"Loads, you know we met a lot of…interesting people, did a lot of interesting things…uhh you know what was it exactly that happened in the south wing I forget…" I tried again but he cut me off.

"If you're a local history buff then you know all about the Roosevelt riot."

"The riot right but I'm just curious…"

"Leah let's cut the bull shall we, you are avoiding the subject."

"What subject?" I asked nervously.

"You, 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 you said you were on a road trip with your brothers, what about your parents?"

SUPERNATURAL

"Le you've been in there forever what the hell were you talking about?" Dean asked as I finally came out of the office building.

"Just the hospital," I shrugged.

"So what did you find out?" Sam asked.

"The south wing is where they housed the real head cases, the psychotic, the criminally insane and one night in '64 they rioted attacking the staff…attacking each other," I answered.

"So the patients took over the asylum?" Dean asked as we made our way to the car.

"Apparently."

"Any deaths?" Sam asked.

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

"What do you mean never recovered?" Dean asked.

"Cops searched every inch of the place but the patients must have stuffed the body somewhere hidden."

"That's grim," Dean commented.

"Yeah they transferred all the remaining patients and shut down the hospital for good."

"So we have a bunch of angry spirits," Sam said.

"Sounds like good times," Dean said getting into the car, "We'll check out the hospital tonight."

"Go ahead I'll meet you at the motel," I said as I pulled my hair up.

"What? Why?" Dean asked rolling his window down.

"I'm going to go for a run," I answered stretching my legs out.

"The motel is at least 5 miles away," Sam said standing with his door open.

"Come on Sammy don't you remember training?" I winked at him before taking off.

"Be careful!" Dean yelled after me and I waved him away.

Truth was I needed time to blow off some steam after I told the shrink that my father was missing and my mother was dead but I keep having reoccurring nightmares about her. I ran as fast and as hard as I could and I eventually made it back to the motel. I cursed silently for pushing myself so hard that my old knee injury was acting up. I tried to hide my limp as I walked in the door but it was no use under Dean's watchful eye.

"What the hell did you do?" he nearly yelled as I attempted to walk towards my duffle.

"Nothing," I answered trying to brush him off.

"Really then how come you aren't putting your weight on your left leg?" he asked already knowing the answer, "Sit let me take a look at it."

"Dean I'm fine," I went to answer and he pushed my shoulder making me lose my balance and forcing me to put weight on my left leg, "Son of a bitch."

"Do you have to be so difficult? Sit on the damn bed," Dean instructed.

"I just need to put the brace back on for awhile I'll be fine," I said as I plopped down on the bed.

"I'll be the judge of that," Dean muttered as he poked around my knee.

"Back on?" Sam asked, "When did you have a knee brace?"

"While you were at Stanford."

"Yeah, I was working my own job and she hurt her knee on a hunt she was on with dad and instead of saying something to him she walked on it anyways making it worse to the point she passed out from the pain. I got a call from dad saying they were at the hospital because she needed surgery on her knee, she wasn't able to hunt for a month," Dean remarked.

"It was three weeks," I corrected him.

"Whatever, it doesn't look that bad you will just need to wear your brace for awhile for support," Dean said shuffling through my duffle and grabbing it.

"Did I not just say that?" I asked as I took it from him and put it on.

"Maybe you should stay here tonight while we check out the asylum," Sam said.

"Yeah right I'm fine."

"Sam's right, wouldn't want you slowing us down," Dean tried to joke but I knew he was just looking out for me.

"Want to race?" I asked standing up ignoring the pain in my knee.

Dean ran a hand through his hair and sighed, "If you're coming with us you need to relax for the rest of the day."

"Fine," I said putting my hands up in surrender and plopping back down on the bed, "Hey Sammy want to get me a beer?"

"Get it yourself freckles."

"I can't I'm relaxing," I winked.

SUPERNATURAL

We entered the south wing Dean pulled out the EMF reader, Sam turned on the video camera and I had my shot gun.

"Getting readings?" Sam asked.

"Yeah big time," Dean answered.

"This place is orbing like crazy," Sam said moving the camera around.

"We are in an asylum there is bound to be crazy," I tried to joke but apparently no one thought it was funny.

"Just be careful the only thing that makes me more nervous then a pissed off spirit is a pissed off spirit of a psycho killer," Dean warned as we roamed the hallways.

Sam went to check out one of the rooms and I walked towards another but Dean wouldn't let me saying something about me not being one hundred percent so I was to stay with him at all times. I knew he was just trying to look out for me but I wasn't even limping anymore and I still had my brace on for extra support and I wanted to be able to explore on my own. After we cleared the room we were in we went to check on Sam.

"Sam get down!" I yelled as a spirit was standing right in front of him and I shot it making it disappear.

"That was weird," Sam said as he stood back up.

"Yeah you're telling me," Dean agreed.

"No I mean it was weird that she didn't attack me."

"Because Leah shot her," Dean said as we all made our way into another room.

"But if she didn't want to hurt me then what did she want?" Sam asked.

I was about to give some smart ass response when we heard a noise in the corner of the room. Dean and I raised our guns while Sam turned the table over revealing a scared teenager hiding behind it, panicking when she saw us with guns.

"It's alright we're not going to hurt you," Dean said as we both lowered our guns, "It's ok…what's your name?"

"Katherine…Kat."

"I'm Dean; this is Leah and Sam…"

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked cutting Dean off.

"My boyfriend Gavin," she started.

"Is he here?" Dean asked.

"Somewhere, 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…"

"Alright Kat, Sam is going to get you out of here and then we are going to find your boyfriend," Dean said.

"No I'm not going to leave without Gavin I'm coming with you," she declared.

"It's no joke around here ok it's dangerous," I tried.

"That's why I've got to find him."

"Alright I guess we split up then, let's go," Dean said walking away with Kat in tow.

Sam and I each went to go our own way when Dean stopped me, "Stay with Sam."

"Guys I'm not a little kid," I protested.

"No but if you want to make it 'til twenty two you will go with Sam."

I sighed loudly before turning and following Sam.

"How's your knee holding up?" he asked after a few minutes of silence.

"It's fine Dean just over reacts."

"Yeah and you having surgery on it has nothing to do with it," Sam scoffed.

"Shut up," I said hitting him in the chest.

"Gavin!" Sam called out.

"Gavin!" I yelled.

We took turns yelling out his name as we made our way down another hallway stopping to look in rooms as we went. I opened one of the doors and was about to turn around when I noticed a teenage boy lying on the floor.

"Sam in here," I said running over to him and immediately checking for a pulse which thankfully I found.

"Gavin," Sam lightly shook him and he sat up trying to back away from us, "It's ok, it's ok we're here to help."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Sam this is Leah we found your girlfriend," Sam said as he helped him off the floor.

"Is she alright?"

"Yeah just worried about you," I answered, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah I was running and I think I fell."

"Running from what?" Sam asked.

"There…There was this girl…her…her face it was all messed up."

"Did she hurt you?" I asked.

"What? No, she uhh…"

"She what?" I asked impatiently.

"She kissed me."

Sam and I looked at each other with our eyebrows scrunched forward in confusion.

"Ummm…but she didn't hurt you physically?" Sam asked.

"Dude, she kissed me I'm like scarred for life."

I tried not to laugh, "Trust me it could have been worse."

"Do you remember anything else?" Sam asked.

"Actually she tried to whisper something in my ear."

"What? What did she say?" I asked.

"I don't know I ran like hell."

"Alright come on let's go find Dean and Kat," Sam said and we started back the way we came.

"Hey Gavin, can I ask you something?" I said turning around, "You've seen a lot of horror movies right?"

"Yeah I guess," he shrugged.

"Next time someone says a place is haunted, don't go in."

We started down the next hallway when we heard screaming; we ran towards where it was coming from and saw Dean trying to pry open a door with a crow bar.

"What's going on?" Sam yelled.

"She's inside with one of them," Dean answered as he continued to try and open the door.

"Help me!" she screamed.

"Kat it's not going to hurt you, listen to me you have to face it, you have to calm down," Sam yelled through the door.

"She's got to what?" I asked.

"The spirits aren't trying to hurt us they are trying to communicate," Sam yelled through the door again, "You have to listen to it, you have to face it."

"You face it!" she screamed back.

"No it's the only way you are going to get out of there," Sam yelled.

"No!" she cried.

"Look at it that's all, come on you can do it!" Sam encouraged.

It got eerily quiet.

"I hope you're right about this," Dean whispered.

"Me too," Sam said as the door finally opened.

Kat came out and right into the arms of Gavin while the three of us went in the room to look around with our guns raised.

"137," Kat breathed out as we left the room.

"Sorry?" Dean said.

"It whispered in my ear 137," Kat answered.

"Room number," the three of us said simultaneously.

"Alright so if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone," Sam started.

"Then what are they trying to do," I finished.

"Maybe that's what they have been trying to tell us," Sam said.

"I guess we will find out," Dean said and then turned to Kat and Gavin, "So you guys ready to leave this place?"

"That's an understatement," Kat answered.

"Ok you get them out of here while I go find room 137," Dean said to Sam and me before walking away.

We started looking for the closest exit.

"So how do you guys know about all this ghost stuff?" Kat asked.

"It's kind of our job," I answered.

"Why would anyone want a job like that?" she asked.

"We had crappy guidance counselors," Sam scoffed.

"And Dean…he's your boss?"

"No," I laughed as we saw an exit door.

Sam went over and tried the door but it was stuck, "Ok I think we have a small problem."

"Let's break it down," Gavin suggested.

"I don't think that's going to work," I said.

"Then a window," Gavin said nervously.

"They're barred," Kat said.

"The how are we supposed to get out?" Gavin asked.

"That's the point, we're not," Sam answered, "There's something in here and it doesn't want us to leave."

"Those patients," Kat breathed.

"No something else," I said shaking my head.

"Look I'm going to go help Dean so we can all get out of here, Leah will stay with you," Sam said as he turned to walk away.

"Sam!" I exclaimed.

"Leah just do it," he said before jogging off down the hallway.

We waited for what seemed like forever when in reality was probably only about twenty minutes when my phone started to ring.

"Hello?"

"Leah it's me, I see it it's coming at me," Sam said, I could barely make out what he was saying through all the static.

"Where are you?"

"I'm in the basement hurry up!"

I hung up my phone and turned to Kat and Gavin, "Can either of you handle a shotgun?"

"What? No!" Gavin exclaimed.

"I can," Kat said.

"Ok here it is loaded with rock salt, it might not kill a spirit but it will repel it so if you see something shoot," I said as I gave her the gun.

I went running towards the basement as fast as I could ignoring the pain in my knee as I ran faster all I could think about was getting to Sam.

"Sam!" I called out as soon as I got in the basement but got no response.

I was about to call Dean when I noticed the boiler room door was open and I walked in to check it out.

"Sam you in here?" I called out only to turn and see him standing right beside me making me jump, "Damn it answer me when I call you, are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

"So did you find anything down here?" I asked looking around.

"Nope."

"You hear that?" I asked, it sounded like something was on the other side of the wall and I went to check it out.

"Leah step back from the wall," Sam said with his shotgun pointed at me and blood dripping out of his nose.

"Sam put the gun down."

"Is that an order?"

"More of a friendly request," I answered.

"Because I'm getting pretty tired of taking orders."

"I knew it; Ellicott did something to you, didn't he?"

"For once in your life just shut your mouth," he seethed.

"What are you going to do Sam that gun is filled with rock salt it's not going to kill me," I asked as Sam pulled the trigger.

The blast was enough to push me though the wall I had been checking out and into a hidden room.

"No but it will hurt like hell," Sam smiled.

"Sam we have to burn Ellicott's bones and all this will be over and you will be back to normal," I coughed as I held my chest in pain.

"I am normal," he said standing over top of me, "I'm just telling the truth for the first time, I mean why are we even here? Because you're following dad's orders like a good little soldier, because you always do what he says without question. Are you that desperate for his approval?"

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

"That's the difference between you and me, I have a mind of my own I'm not pathetic like you," he said looking at me with disgust.

"So what are you going to do huh? You going to kill your own sister?" I asked praying where ever Dean was he would find the damn bones and burn them already.

"I'm so sick of you, we are no closer to finding dad today then we were six months ago."

"Then here," I said pulling out my .45 and standing up, "Take it real bullets are going to work a hell of a lot better than rock salt."

He took the gun and pointed it at my head.

"You hate me that much?" I asked trying to remind myself that this wasn't really Sam but it wasn't working and what he was saying was killing me inside.

Sam looked at me for another minute before pulling the trigger. He looked confused when nothing happened and tried it again when he took his eyes off me to check the gun I grabbed a piece of wood and hit him over the head knocking him out.

"Dude, I'm not going to give you a loaded gun," I said to him even though he was unconscious.

I sat down next to him and started rubbing my knee unable to ignore the pain any longer.

"Sorry Sammy," I whispered as I brushed some hair out of his face.

"Sam!...Leah!" Dean called.

"In here," I yelled.

Dean came running in, "What the hell happened?"

"Did you find Ellicott?" I asked ignoring his question.

"Yeah it's over I just finished," he answered, "What happened to Sam?"

"Me," I answered as Dean tried to wake him up.

"Hmm," Sam moaned and then finally opened his eyes, "What happened?"

"You're not going to try and kill me right?" I asked him.

"What? No," Sam answered sharing a confused look with Dean.

"Good because that would be awkward," I answered as I tried to get up.

"You alright?" Dean asked holding me up by my waist to help me relieve pressure from my knee.

"It hurts," I finally admitted.

"Hop on," Sam said with his back to me.

Dean helped me get on Sam's back since I couldn't jump and we made our way out of the asylum leaving the memories behind us.

"Thanks guys," Kat said as we made our way to the parking lot.

"No more haunted asylums ok?" Dean said, they nodded and walked away.

"Hey Leah I'm sorry," Sam said as he sat me in the backseat, "I said some awful things back there."

"You remember all that," I said shocked.

"Yeah, it's like I couldn't control it but I didn't mean it…any of it," Sam said.

"You didn't?" I asked.

"No of course not," Sam reassured me.

"Are you two going to fill me in on what happened down there?" Dean asked getting behind the wheel.

"I'm not really in the sharing and caring mood, I just want to get some sleep," I said laying myself down on the seat closing my eyes and praying that Sam was telling me the truth.

SUPERNATURAL

We were back in the motel room and all asleep when I heard Dean's phone start to ring.

"Oh come on," I groaned all I wanted to do was sleep for another couple of hours.

I nudged Sam who was sleeping next to me, "Sammy get up and answer the phone."

"Dean," Sam sighed but Dean was knocked out cold.

"Sam just answer the damn thing," I complained covering my head with a pillow to block out the ringing.

"Hello…Dad?"