A/N: OMG! it has been soooooo long since I've updated any of my stories! If you read the last "chapter" then you have an idea about what is going on. But I have finally got the next (this) chapter finished and posted. I still have one more chapter to rewrite and post and then another one to post after than. I'm about half way to three-quarters way through Route 666 which is episode 13 (go figure). I will try to get everything posted as soon as I can. Until, read, review and enjoy! ~Kat

Home

"All right. I've been cruising some websites, Think I found a few candidates for our next gig," said Dean.

Julie was sitting at the table across from him reading the newspaper. Same was sitting on his bed with the note pad provided by the motel. He had been scribbling on it all morning.

"A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali, its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in west Texas. Hey!" Dean said.

Sam had been scribbling on the note pad the entire time Dean had been talking.

"Am i boring you with this hunting evil stuff?" asked Dean.

"No, I'm listening. Keep going," said Sam not really looking away from what he was doing.

"A Sacramento man shot himself in the head...three times…" Dean said holding up three fingers. When Sam didn't look at him he started to haphazardly wave his hand through the air. "Any of these things blowing up your skirt, pal?"

Sam ignored Dean as he continued to flip the pages of the notepad back and forth.

"Wait, I've seen this…" said Sam after a moment.

"Seen what?" asked Dean.

Sam jumped up and started looking through one of the bags.

"What are you doing?" asked Dean.

Sam found what he was looking for, his father's journal. He flipped it open and started rifling through the loose photos and cards until he found one with the family standing in front of a tree.

"Dean, I know where we have to go next," said Sam.

"Where?" asked Dean.

"Back home. Back to Kansas," said Sam.

Dean scoffs, "Okay, random. Where did that come from?"

"Alright, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where mom died, right?" asked Sam walking over to where Dean and Julie were sitting at the table. Julie had refilled both cups of coffee at this point and had just sat back down.

"Yeah…" said Dean looking at the photo.

"It didn't burn down completely. They rebuilt it, right?" said Sam.

"I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talking about?" asked Dean.

"Okay, this is going to sound crazy, but the people who live in our old house, i think they might be in danger.," said Sam.

"Why would you think that?" asked Dean.

"Uh...just um...look, just...you got to trust me on this, okay?" said Sam.

"Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, trust you? You've got to give me more than that," said Dean standing up to follow his brother around the room.

"I can't really explain it, is all," said Sam trying to pack his bag.

"Well, tough. I'm not going anywhere until you do," said Dean.

Sam huffed but Dean continued to stare at him. "I have these nightmares…"

"I've noticed," said Dean.

"And sometimes they come true," said Sam.

"Come again?" said Dean.

"Look Dean, I dreamt about Jessica's death for days before it happened," said Sam.

"Oh, shit," said Julie.

"Sane people have weird dreams. I'm sure it's just a coincidence," said Dean.

"No, I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn't do anything because I didn't believe it," said Sam. "And now I'm dreaming about that tree and our house, and some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that's where it all started. This has to mean something, right?"

"I don't know, said Dean.

"What do you mean you dont know, Dean? This woman might be in danger. This might even be the thing that killed mom and Jessica."

"All right, just slow down would ya!" said Dean standing up from the bed and walking in circles. "I mean, first you're telling me that you've got The Shinning, and then you're telling me that I've got to go back home, especially when…"

"When what?" asked Julie and Sam.

"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there," said Dean.

"Look, Dean, we have to check this out," said Sam standing up. "Just to make sure."

"I know we do," said Dean after a moment.

The boys set about packing up their things. Julie stayed where she was, watching them move around the room. After about twenty minutes Sam noticed that she still hadn't moved.

"You gonna pack?" asked Sam.

"Yeah, but not for a while," she replied.

"Might want to get on that, we are leaving in an hour," said Dean.

"Okay, but I'm not going with you," she said.

"Why not?" asked Dean.

"THis is something that you two need to do, this is about your family and whatever it is your dad is hunting. And I've got somethings to take care of. We will meet up again when you've done what you need to do, okay?" she said.

Sam nodded his head and grabbed his bag and walked out of the motel room. Julie turned her gaze on Dean and saw him staring at her.

"What?" she asked.

"Is this about what happened in Oklahoma?" he asked.

"Dean, if it was about Oklahoma, then I would have left shortly after the incident. It's been almost a week since we left Oklahoma," she said. "But I meant what I said, this is something y'all have to to do without me."

Dean nodded his head before he grabbed his bag and walked out of the room. Julie watched them climb into the Impala and drive off. She sighed as she finished her coffee and then started to get ready for her own road trip home.

Asylum

"Well, I see that you two are still alive," said Julie as she walked into the motel room. "How was the trip back home?"

Dean looked over at Julie as she dropped her duffle bag onto the floor. "It was interesting."

"No, dad was in California last we heard from him," Sam said into the phone.

It was then that Julie realized that Dean was flipping through his father's journal.

"What's going on? Y'all didn't find your dad?" she asked.

Dean just shook his head as he continued to look through the book.

"We just thought if he comes to you for munitions, maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks," continued Sam. "Just call us if you hear anything. Thanks."

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

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

"No, same last time I looked. Nothing I can make out," said Dean shaking his head. "I love the guy, but I swear he writes like freaking Yoda."

"Ya know, maybe we should call the feds, file a missing person's," said Sam.

"Dad would be pissed if we put the feds on his tail," said Dean.

"I don't care anymore. After all that happened back in Kansas…" started Sam. "He should have been there Dean. I mean, you said so yourself. You tried to call him and nothing."

Dean had gotten up at this point to look for his phone that was ringing. He was trying hard to ignore what Sam was saying, regardless of how right he might possibly be. "Where the hell is my cell phone…"

"He could be dead for all we know," said Sam.

"Don't say that, Sam. You don't know that," said Julie.

Dean looked at her, she had taken the words right out of his mouth. Dean finally found his phone. He flipped it open to a new message. It was from and unknown number, but he knew exactly who is was. Julie was looking over his shoulder at the message.

"Is that coordinates?" she asked.

"I don't believe it," said Dean with a scoff. "Its a text message with coordinates."

Julie found the laptop and pulled up the map on the computer, "What are those coordinates, Dean?"

"Uh, 42, -89," he said reading the message again.

"So where do the coordinates point to?" asked Sam.

"Um...Rockford, Illinois," she said after a minute. "This is interesting…"

"What is?"

"Take a look," she said turning the computer. On the screen was the webpage for the local paper. "This cop, Walter Kelly, come home from his shift, shoots his wife and then turns around and shoots himself."

"How is that interesting?" asked Dean.

"Shut up and keep listening," Julie said. "It says that earlier in the night Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum."

"I"m not following," said Sam.

"Yeah, me either," said Dean trying to take the computer from Julie.

"Hands off," she said smaking his hands. "Impatient men…"

"Wait...Roosevelt Asylum?" said Dean. "Wait a second…" Dean stood up and grabbed the journal and flipped through a few pages. "Here, dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths...until last week, at least. I think this is where he wants us to go."

Sam scoffs and stand up, tossing his arms in the air. "This is a job. Dad wants us to work a job."

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

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

"Who cares," said Dean closing the journal and dropping it on the table next to Julie. "If he wants us there, it's good enough for me."

"This doesn't strike you as weird - the texting, the coordinates?" asked Sam.

"Sam! Dad's telling us to go somewhere. We're going," said Dean.

Dean turned around and walked out of the motel room, slamming the door behind him. Sam let out a sigh as he stared at the door. Julie stood up at that point and walked over to him.

"Sam, I've never met your dad and from what i've heard about him from you, and from Dean, the texting is a bit odd. But, maybe he just doesn't want to be found right now. You are dead set on finding him, and Dean is too, but this is how he copes with things. If he gets something from your dad, whether is a text or a phone call, Dean just goes where your dad sends him. That's how it was when I first started working with Dean. John would call every now and again with a job and Dean and I would pack up and go."

Sam sighed again, "I know, but it's very frustrating."

"I know," she said. "At least I didn't unpack yet," she said with a small chuckle.

"Yeah…" said Sam grabbing his duffle to start packing."

Dean pulled up in front of a bar in Rockford. "I called around and from what I can gather Kelly's partner has been coming in here every night for the last week," he said.

Julie shook her head as she followed the boys into the bar. She seperated herself from them as soon as they were through the door. SHe learned early on not to interfere unless she was invited or it was absolutely necessary.

"You're Daniel Gunderson, right? The Cop?" asked Dean walking up to the table he was sitting at.

"Yeah," he replied.

Dean chuckled as he sat down across the table from him. "I'm Nigel Tufnel with the Chicago Tribune. Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions about your partner?"

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

"It wont take that long, I just want to hear the story in our words," said Dean.

"A week ago, my partner was sitting in that chair, and now he's dead. Are you gonna ambush me here?"

"I'm sorry, but i need to know what happened," said Dean.

About this time Sam comes walking around the table. "Hey! How about leaving the poor guy alone, huh?!" Sam said grabbing Dean by his jacket and pulling him out of chair. "This man's an officer! Why don't you show a little respect?!"

Dean shook his head and walked out of the bar.

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

"Yeah, of course I did. That guy's a serious jerk," said Sam. "Let me buy you a beer, huh?"

"Thanks," said Gunderson.

Julie took that as her cue to leave. She knew Sam had it under control and now she needed to do some damage control with Dean outside. She paid for her drink and then slipped out of the bar unnoticed. When she walked outside she saw Dean leaning up against the Impala.

"You want to go somewhere else and get a drink while we wait on Sam?" she asked walking over to him.

"No, it shouldn't take him log to get what we need," said Dean.

"Right," said Julie, "And it has nothing to do with being alone with me, right?"

"Right," said Dean not looking at her.

"You haven't looked at me since I came back," she said.

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Dean. "I've looked at you."

"Glancing at me out of the corner of your eye does not constitute as looking at me," she said. "Hell you cant even do it now, when it's just us."

Dean glanced at her out the corner of his eye, truth was he was kind of avoiding her. He had been craving her since their night together and he wasn't sure how to process that. Luckily he was saved from having to confront anything in the parking lot of the bar when Sam came out of the bar and headed over to them.

"You shoved me kind of hard in there, buddy boy," said Dean as Sam walked over.

"I had to sell it, didn't I?" replied Sam. "Its method acting."

"Huh?"

"Nevermind."

"What did you find out from GUnderson?" asked Dean.

"So, Walter Kelly was a good cop. Head of his class, even-keeled. He had a bright future ahead of him," said Sam leaning against the car.

"What about at home?" asked Julie.

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

"Jesus…" said Julie.

"Okay, either Kelly had some deep seeded crazy waiting to bust out or something else did it to him," said Dean. "What did Gunderson tell you about the asylum?"

Sam let out a small chuckle, "A lot."

"All right then," said Dean. "Let's head on over there and see what we can find ourselves."

Dean parked the Impala near the chain-link fence. Sam was the first on out of the car, followed by Julie, then Dean.

"I'll go over first," said Sam starting to climb up the fence.

"You're next," said Dean.

"Why me?" asked Julie.

"Because you can't climb for shit and you'd be lucky to land on your feet on the other side," replied Dean.

"Asshole," she said starting to climb the fence.

She was about halfway up when she felt Dean's hands on one of her calves and another just under her ass.

"Watch where you put your hands," she said still climbing.

"Yeah, well I wouldn't have to if you were climbing a little faster," said Dean with a shove to move her farther up the fence.

Once Julie was at the top of the fence she swung her leg over to straddle the fence. Sam was underneath her on the other side.

"You gonna catch me Sam?" she asked with a smirk.

"Of course," he replied.

"On three," she said.

"Ready. One…

"Three!" she said before jumping from the fence.

Luckily Sam was ready for her and caught her around the waist as she wrapped her legs around her waist. Dean mumbled something under his breath and scaled the fence with ease before flipping over the otherside to land right next to him.

"If you two are done…" he said walking towards the asylum.

Julie smirked at Sam before he sat her feet back on the ground. They quickly followed him up the front steps and into the building.

"So, apparently, the cops chased the kids here...and into the south wing," said Sam.

"The south wing, huh?" said Dean. "Wait a second…" he said pulling out the journal. "South wing….south wing….Ah! 1972 - Three kids broke into the South Wing. Only one survived. The way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place."

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

"Yeah, but if kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?" asked Dean.

"Looks like the doors are usually chained," said Julie lifting the rusty chain from the floor. "It could have been chained up for years."

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

"Or something in," replied Sam.

Sam pushed the door open and walked through. Julie followed behind him with Dean bringing up the rear.

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

"Dude, enough," said Sam.

"No, I'm serious. Ghosts are attracted to that E.S.P. thing you got," said Dean.

"I told you, it's not E.S.P., I just have strange vibes sometimes, weird dreams," said

Sam.

"Yeah, whatever. Dont ask, dont tell," said Dean watching the EMF reader.

"Are you getting any reading on that thing?" asked Julie.

"No. Of course it doesn't mean nobody's home," said Dean.

"Spirits can't appear at certain times of day," said Sam.

"And the freaks come out at night," said Dean. "Who do you think is a hotter psychic - Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?"

"Dean, grow up," said Julie.

"They continued down the hall until they found a room. In the room was a chair in the middle of the floor with a tray table next to it and various jars with different items in them ranging from human to animal, if Julie suspected right. They continued to look around the room until Julie saw something.

"Are those stirrups?" she asked walking over the the chair.

"Stirrups?" asked Dean.

"Really?" she said turning to look at him. "You don't know what they are for?"

"No…" he said.

"They are used to prop a woman's legs up and open when she's at the doctor's office for various check up or procedures," she said.

"I'm sure they had female patients here," said Sam.

"Yeah, but I don't think they had a gynecologist on staff at the funny farm," she said.

"Moving on…" said Dean slightly uncomfortable about the topic of conversation. "We have instruments for electroshock and lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kinda like my man Jack in "Cuckoo's Nest." So what do you think? Ghosts are possessing people?"

"Maybe. Maybe it's more like Amityville or the Smurl Haunting," said Sam.

"Spirits driving them insane," said Julie.

"Kind of like my…" started Dean.

"If you make a reference to the Shining I'm going to smack you," said Julie before he could finish.

"Uh...nevermind," said Dean.

"Thought so," she said.

"Dean….when are we going to talk about it?" asked Sam.

"Talk about what?" replied Dean.

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

"Oh, uh, let's see...never," said Dean.

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

"So am I, Sam," said Dean. "Look, he sent us here. He obviously wants us here. We'll just have to pick up the search later."

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

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

"Dad could be in trouble. We should be looking for him," said Sam. "We deserve some answers. This is our family."

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

"So what, we've got to always follow orders?" asked Sam.

"Guys, as much as I know you probably need to have this conversation, either save it for later or leave and have it at the motel. Otherwise lets focus on what we are doing, yeah?" said Julie.

Dean gave Julie a look before turning around and messing with something on the table. He picked something up and turned it over. "Sanford Ellicott… You know what we got to do? We've got to find out more about the south wing. See if something happened here," he said shoving the name plate into Sam's chest before walking out of the room.

Sam looked down at the plachard, with Julie looking over his shoulder "Chief of Staff Sanford Ellicott, M.D. Guess its research time?" she said looking up at him.

"Guess so," said Sam dropping the name plate and following Dean out of the building.

"Is this a good idea?" asked Julie.

"What? Someone has to go in there and talk to him," said Dean.

"And Sam had to be the one to do it?" she asked.

"Well, it wasn't going to be me," he said.

"Any reason it couldn't be me?" she asked.

"You need to see a head doctor?" asked Dean looking at her through the rear view mirror.

"Wouldn't be the first time," she said.

Before Dean could reply Sam was walking out of the building. Dean jumped out of the car and met him halfway.

"Well, what did he say?" asked Dean.

"The South Wing was where they housed the real hard cases - the Psychotics, the Criminally Insane…"

"Sounds cozy," said Dean as they climbed back in the car.

"Yeah, and one night in '64, they rioted - attacked the staff, attacked each other," said Sam.

"So, what, the patients took over the asylum? Any deaths?" asked Dean.

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

"What do you mean, never recovered?" asked Julie.

"Cops scoured every inch of the place, but i guess the patients must have stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden," said Sam.

"Now, that's gross," said Julie.

"That's grim," Dean said at the same time.

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

"So to sum it up we've got a bunch of violent deaths and unrecovered bodies," said Dean.

"Which could mean a bunch of angry spirits," said Julie.

"Good times. Let's check out the hospital tonight," said Dean.

Dean parked the Impala next to the fence again. Once again he practically shoved her over the top off the fence before they made their way into the building. Once inside Sam pulled out the video camera and Julie turned on the EMF reader. As soon as it was on it started spiking with readings.

"Looks like everyone is awake now," said Dean.

"Getting readings?" asked Sam.

"Yeah, big time," said Dean looking at the reader in Julie's hand.

"This place is orbing like crazy," said Sam.

"There is probably multiple spirits out and about," said Dean.

"And if these unrecovered bodies are causing the hauntings?" asked Julie.

"We've got to find them and burn them," said Dean. "Just be careful, the only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit is a pissed-of spirit of a psycho killer."

"That's lovely, Dean," said Julie.

"He's got a point," said Sam.

"Yeah, and ghosts can still hear," she said. "So I dont think drawing attention to ourselves by saying that is a good thing."

"She's got a point too, Dean," said Sam.

The three of them entered the room from earlier. Sam started walking around the main room while Dean split off into the office. Just as Sam turned around with the camera Julie screamed.

"Dean! Dean! Shotgun!" he shouted.

"Sam, get down" shouted Dean before firing a round into the ghost.

"That was weird," said Sam.

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

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

"It looked pretty aggro from where I was standing," said Dean.

"She didn't hurt me. She didn't even try," said Sam. "If she didn't want to hurt me, then what did she want?"

As they walked passed on of the patient rooms Julie stopped.

"What is it?" asked Dean turning around.

Julie healed her finger to her mouth as she listened, "I heard something in here."

The boys looked at each other before slowly opening the door and walking in. They slowly eased up to the overturned cot in the room. Dean had the shotgun pointed at the bed as Sam reached forward and pulled the bed out of the way. When the bed thumped over the girl on the other side started screaming.

"Hey, hey!" said Julie pushing between the boys. "It's okay. Calm down. What are you doing in here?"

"What's your name?" asked Dean.

"Katherine," she replied. "Kat."

"Okay, I'm Dean. This is Sam and she is Julie," said Dean.

"Now back to the more pressing question, what are you doing in here?" Julie said repeating her earlier question.

"My boyfriend - Gavin…" she started.

"Is he here?" asked Dean.

"Somewhere. He thought it would be fun, try and see some ghosts," said Katherine. "I thought it was all just...you know...pretend. I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream and…"

"All right, Kat, come on. Sam's gonna get you out of here," said Julie.

"Then we're gonna find your boyfriend," said Dean.

"No, no," said Kat pulling her arm free from Julie's hand. "I'm not gonna leave without Gavin. I'm coming with you."

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

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

"All right, I guess we're gonna split up then," said Dean. "Let's go."

The four of them left the room and headed out into the hallway. Dean and Kat turned and went one way while Sam and Julie headed off in the other direction. Each group would periodically shout out Gavin's name in hope of some kind of response.

"Sam! In here!" shouted Julie after walking into one of the rooms.

Sam stepped in behind her to see a teenage boy laid out in the middle of the floor.

"Gavin! Hey, Gavin!" said Sam shaking the boy.

Gavin jerked away and started to move away from Sam.

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

"Who are you people?" he asked.

"My name is Sam, this is Julie, we found your girlfriend, Kat," said Sam helping Gavin to his feet.

"Is she all right?" asked Gavin.

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

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

"What were you running from?" asked Julie.

"There was...there was this girl...her...her face...it was all messed up," said Gavin.

"Okay, listen, this girl...did she try to hurt you?" asked Sam.

"What? No, she, uh…"

"She what?" asked Julie.

"She kissed me," said Gavin.

Sam turned and looked at Julie who looked just as confused as he felt. "But she didn't hurt you physically?"

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

"Trust me, it could've been worse," said Sam with a chuckle.

"Understatement of the year," muttered Julie.

"Do you remember anything else?"asked Sam.

"She, um...actually, she tried to whisper something in my ear," said Gavin.

"What was it?" asked Julie.

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

"Okay, well, let's try to find Dean and Kat," said Julie turning and leaving the room. "The sooner we do that, the sooner everyone is out of here."

As the three of them were walking through the hospital they heard a scream.

"That was Kat," said Gavin taking off towards the scream.

Sam and Julie looked at each other before taking off after him. They rounded the corner only a few moments later to find Dean and Gavin banging on a door.

"What happened?" asked Julie.

"She said I was hurting her arm, but I wasn't touching her and the next thing I know she's being drug into the room. Door slammed closed and now it wont open," said Dean.

"Kat! Katherine, can you hear me?" shouted Julie through the door

"Get me out of here! Please!" Kat shouted back at her.

"We are trying!" replied Julie. "Got a plan?" she asked Dean.

"Uh…." was his reply.

Suddenly the door opened up and Kat came running out of the room.

"Well, that was easy," said Gavin.

"Not always," said Julie.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Looks like they want to trade," she said nodding down to her arm. "And they have one hell of a grip."

"Shit!" shouted Dean reaching out for her other arm as she was suddenly pulled backward into the room.

"What now!?" shouted Gavin

"Now, you two get the hell out of here," said Dean before turning back to the door. "And we figure out how to get her out of there. Julie! Can you hear me!?"

"Loud and clear, but they don't look happy," she yelled back.

"Julie! Remember what Gavin said, that the ghost was trying to whisper something in his ear, you've got to listen to what they have to say" shouted sam through the door.

Julie was not a happy camper right now. She closed her eyes and tried to calm her breathing. She has faced down ghosts countless times but that didn't mean she liked being locked in a room with one. She opened her eyes and turned her face towards the large male ghost that was in front of her. Once she was facing him he slowly moved forward and leaned towards her ear. She tensed up as he got close and she was sure that if he had breath she would feel it on the side of her face.

The door unlocked and opened a little bit. Dean jerked it open farther and grabbed Julie by the arm and pulled her out of the room. While he still had a hold on her he quickly looked her over for any kind of injuries.

"I'm fine, Dean. Sam was right, they just needed someone to talk to," she sai brushing Dean's hand from her arm.

"What did he say?" asked Sam.

"137," she said. "It's got to be a room number."

"So if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone, then what are they trying to do?" asked Sam. "Maybe that's what they've been trying to tell us," said Dean.

"I guess we'll find out," said Dean.

"All right," said Sam.

"So, guess you guys are ready to leave this place?" asked Dean turning back to Gavin and Kat.

"That's an understatement," said Kat.

"Right, you get the out of here," Dean said to Julie. "Sam and I will track down Room 137."

Julie nodded her head and started to lead the teens to the exit,

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

"It's kind of out job," said Julie.

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

"Most don't go looking or the job," said Julie. "I sure as hell didn't."

"So is Dean your boss?" asked Kat.

"Oh, hell no," said Julie with a half hearted chuckle. "He's just...he's Dean…"

Julie tired all the door that were around them and none of them were opening.

"Okay, we may have a small problem," she said.

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

"Yeah, that's not going to work," said Julie.

"How about a window?" he said.

"They are barred," said Kat.

"Well, then how are we supposed to get out!?" said Gavin.

Julie stood there for a minute. "That's the point, we're not. There's something in here and it doesn't want us to leave."

"Those patients," said Kat.

"No, if that was the case they would have done something by now. I think it's something else," said Julie. "We need to find Sam and Dean and let them know what's going on."

Julie was walking around the halls when she finally found Dean.

"Where is Sam?" she asked.

"We split up to cover more ground," said Dean. "What are they still doing here? I thought you were getting them out of here?"

"Kind of hard to get out when all the doors are locked," said Julie.

Dean was about to say something when his phone rang. He looked at the screen and saw that it was Sam. "Where the hell are you?"

Dean stared at Julie for a moment and then hung up the phone. "Sam's in the basement. Get them somewhere safe and stay there. I'll come find you when I have Sam."

Julie nodded her head. Whatever ghost they were up against she really didn't want to have anything to do with it. She turned around and looked at Gavin and Kat. "Either one of you know how to use a shotgun?"

"What? No!" said Gavin.

"I do," said Kat. "What? My dad took me skeet shooting sometimes," she said shrugging her shoulders while Gavin stared at her.

"Good," said Julie handing her the shotgun. "Let's find a place and hole up, I have a feeling that this could get ugly.

Every few minutes Julie would pace by the door looking for any sign of the boys. She could tell that the sun was starting to rise and that the spirits would slowly start to settle for the day. She had just turned her back to the door when there was a knock. She turned around with her gun trained on the opening only to see that it was Sam and Dean. She looked them over, they had looked better and Sam had blood dripping from his nose but all in all they were still alive and well.

"What happened?" asked Julie.

"Sam went through some Electroshock Therapy in the basement," said Dean. "We also torched the good doctor's bones. We shouldn't have anymore issues with him."

"And the rest of the spirits?" asked Julie.

"They didn't come off as benevolent, but who knows," said Dean shrugging his shoulders. "Let's get the hell out of here.

"Thanks guys," said Kat once they were outside.

"Yeah, thanks," said Gavin.

"No more haunted asylums, okay?" said Dean.

The two teens nodded their heads before walking away. Julie turned and headed back to the Impala. She was ready for a hot shower and some well deserved sleep.

"Hey, Dean," said Sam. "I'm sorry man. I said some awful things back there."

"You remember all that?" asked Dean.

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

"You didn't, huh?"said Dean.

"No, of course not," said Sam. "Do we need to talk about this?"

"No, no," said Dean. "I'm not really in the sharing and caring kind of mood. I just want to get some sleep," he said as he tossed his duffle into the back seat net to a sleeping Julie.

Once they were back at the motel Dean collapsed on the bed, stopping long enough to take off his shirt and shoes before he passed out. Sam wasn't far behind his brother. Julie closed and locked the door behind them. She looked over at Dean, who was already asleep, then over at Sam who wasn't far behind. She sighed and she grabbed an extra blanket. They were lucky enough to get a room that had a couch in it. It wasn't the most comfy of places to sleep, but she wasn't going to argue at this point.

"Just get in the bed," said Dean.

Julie turned around to find him half awake, but most definitely staring at her.

"I'm sure you're just as tired as we are, get in bed and go to sleep," he said. "I won't try nothin'."

Julie stared at the empty spot in the bed and then back to the couch. What the hell, it was just the one time, right? She tossed the blanket onto the couch and walked over to the bed. She kicked off her shoes and debated taking her pants off before shuking them to the floor and climbing in the bed. She can think on it later. She was dog tired.

She didn't know how long they had been asleep when the sound woke her. It took her a minute before she figured out what it was. It was Dean's cell phone. Sam had been woken up by it as well and was trying to get his brother's attention.

"Dean…" Sam said again.

"Dean, get the damn phone," she said shoving his arm.

Sam gave up and grabbed the phone. He glanced at the screen before answering the phone. "Hello?"

Julie was almost asleep when she heard Sam speak again.

"Dad?"