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"Oh look 'Grandmas' back."

Dean was the first to identify one of the pairs of eyes staring at them from the doorway. The other set belonged to a face Spencer recognized from the attack and burning of the painting. A man wearing an old style orderly uniform was standing just behind the smaller ghost.

'Grandma' crocked a wrinkled finger at them while the orderly seemed to play look out.

"Yeah, that's not creepy."

Both Sam and Spencer nodded in agreement with Dean and moved to follow him to the door.

When 'Grandma' as Dean had named her was satisfied that they were following, she began to move down the hall.

Sam and Dean followed the ghosts down the hall and Spencer moved to go with them when a voice stopped him.

"What yah doin' kid? Let them boys deal with them ghosts, they're trained professionals," George asked as he rolled over to Spencer.

Diana snorted at the description of Sam and Dean as professionals and answered for Spencer.

"He's been trained and is more professional than those two boys put together. Besides he's going to need all the experience he can get if he plans on learning the family business."

Spencer was stunned to hear his mother say she would let him learn more about his family legacy. Spencer had gotten the feeling that she didn't want to let him into that part of her life, whether to protect him or her, he didn't know. But he was now looking forward to finishing this mystery and learning more about his family legacy and what other monsters were real.

During Spencer's musing, George had been considering Diana's words and gave Spencer a critical once over. Spencer felt like he was being tested and there was nothing he could study or read to help him pass the test.

Finally George nodded and told Spencer to grab him a shot gun and ammo. Spencer seemed to have passed whatever test the old hunter given him.

At Spencer's skeptical look George at grumbled, "I'm injured not dead, kid."

Spencer knew better than to argue and grabbed a sawed off shot gun and extra shells. As he moved to follow the Winchesters he could hear George still grumbling about, "youn's… no respect… not dead yet… idjits."

Before he left, Spencer emptied his trusty messenger bag. He dumped everything out and filled it with extra shells and containers of salt. Once he had finished stuffing the bag with as much as he could carry Spencer glanced at his mother and at her nod of encouragement and approval he moved to find where the Winchesters had gone to.

When Spencer finally caught up with the brothers, Dean was trying to pick the lock on the 'Staff Only' door with a what looked like a paperclip. Sam began to fill him in on what had happened in his absence.

Dean made his own comments when he felt 'Sammy wasn't giving Spencer the full effect of the story.'

"'Little Grandma,'" both Sam and Spencer rolled their eyes at Dean's nickname for the ghost, "had pointed to the door and gave some crypt message. 'Door… behind the door… he has them… help us please help us.' What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Sam picked the story back up and explained that after the ghost had delivered her message the second ghost had pulled her away from the door and they had disappeared.

Dean finally was able to pop the lock on the door. At first glance the steps seemed steep and not well lit. The lights at the bottom seemed to flicker on and off leaving the bottom in mostly shadows and darkness. The three men exchanged looks.

"Well, Sammy ladies first."

"Dean, age always before beauty."

The brothers moved to settle their battle of wills using rock, paper, scissors. Spencer didn't want to wait for the game or the inevitable staring contest and grumbling that followed, so he moved past the brothers and began descending down the stairs.

Spencer was too focused on making sure he didn't trip down the stairs that he didn't see Dean's smirk of victory and Sam's eye roll. Dean followed next with Sam bringing up the rear.

When Spencer had reached the bottom he looked left and then right. The basement of the Sanitarium kinda reminded him of one of the old horror movies Garcia and Morgan had forced him to watch. It was dark and dusty with old beds and furniture lining the hall way. Spencer just hoped that it wouldn't turn out like the movie.

Several of the doors were open and Spencer could see they were also being used for storage. It seemed no one came down there except to leave more junk.

"Well this is crap. What the hell did that old bat want? Did she lose her walker down here?"

"Dean."

Sam managed to quiet his brother, but Spencer could still hear Dean grumbling under his breath.

Spencer began moving down the hall avoiding the obstacles in his path. Something told him that their answers were down there they just needed to find them in the junk.

At the end of the hall Spencer looked left and right, there was a long hallway running in both directions. Spencer got the feeling that if you didn't pay attention you could get lost in the maze of hallways every easily.

He was about to turn left when a door behind him slammed open. Spencer turned thinking one of the Winchesters had forced open a door but when he turned no one was near the doorway.

Sam was the first to move and looked into the room.

"Guys, you will want to come and see this."

Spencer and Dean followed Sam into the room and discovered an old bed with straps and what looked like old machinery.

Spencer could identify about half of the machines and instruments including a shock therapy machine by the bed. Some of them were used in research therapy dating back to the early 20th Century. It was like being in a museum and seeing the progression of therapy techniques throughout the past century.

Dean went to pick up an instrument and Spencer felt compelled to tell him what it was.

"It's used to force open the eye and keep it open. They used them for therapy, forcing patients to look at photographs and then eventually videos that were supposed to cure them of whatever was wrong with them."

Dean dropped the instrument like it had burned him. He gave the room a look of disgust and left to explore the rest of the hallway.

Sam seemed to be fascinated by the bed and the shock therapy machine.

"I wonder if any of our ghosts were patients used in experiments. That may explain why they are so pissed off."

Spencer thought through the history he knew of sanitariums and the evolution of therapy techniques. In the early 20th Century and even into the 70s there were trends that institutions and doctors would do research on unwilling patients. The theory of immoral experimentation could explain the ghosts angry but not why they seemed to be helping them.

They heard a crash and then Dean's voice.

"Holy Shit! Hey Thing One and Thing Two come check this out."

Sam and Spencer moved to follow the noise and came upon another room this time filled to the brim with boxes. Dean was in the center of the room flipping through files.

"Looks like they didn't throw anything away. See if you can dig out anything on our resident spooks."

"Dean there's got to be like 50 years worth of files in here."

"Well the Professor's girlfriend has got us covered from '75 on, so look through the stuff from the 50s and 60s. There has got to be something here on Golding and our ghosts."

Spencer moved to grab the box label 1954 and made a mental note to tell Dean to stop calling him 'Professor' and Garcia his girlfriend.

Spencer wasn't paying attention to the amount of time they spent looking through files. The time passed with one of them commenting on something they found but then they would lapse back into silence with the rustling of paper the only thing being heard.

Spencer had become so engrossed in an old research paper he had found, that he was startled when a cell phone went off.

Dean cursed and dug out his phone.

"What."

Spencer could hear the person on the other end yelling and what sounded like shotgun blasts from where he was sitting.

"George what… I didn't get that… whats going on?" Dean continued to listen.

"Dean whats wrong?" Sam asked.

Dean snapped his phone shut and began wading through the boxes toward the door as fast as he could.

"They're in trouble, George says our evil doctor is up top trying to force his way into the room. He and Diana are holding him off but he's not sure how long they'll last just the two of them."

Sam and Spencer scrambled to get themselves unburied and followed Dean at a run to get back to the staircase.

Just as Dean turned to make his way up the stairs, they heard a shotgun blast and someone yelling "let the girl go!"

The door at the top of the stairs slammed open and their elusive ghost could be seen dragging a young female nurse by her neck using her as a shield.

The three men all took aim but none of them fired, they were too far away to do any good.

Spencer could hear the nurse crying and pleading to be let go. He made a split second decision.

"Hey ugly, down here, why don't you pick on someone your own size."

The ghost's head snapped towards Spencer's voice and seeing the three men standing at the bottom of the staircase, he pushed the frightened nurse away from him and began descending the stairs.

Dean and Sam began firing at the ghost but the salt rounds didn't seem to faze him too much. Spencer began to rethink his plan to draw the ghost's attention.

All three men began backing down the hall, taking turns keeping the ghost at bay while the others reloaded.

"Whats the plan Professor, you got his attention, now what?"

Spencer's brain finally caught up with his impulsive act and finished forming a plan.

"Keep him busy."

Spencer dug out the extras shells he had brought and dropped them at the brother's feet. He then pulled out one of the canisters of salt. He moved behind them to the opposite end of the hall and laid down a line of salt. He then moved back and poured down a line just behind where the Winchesters were keeping the ghost at bay. Once he was satisfied with the lines, he began to look for something sharp.

"Knife, I need a knife."

Sam didn't take his eyes off the ghost or his brother when he pulled out a hidden blade and handed it to Spencer.

Spencer took it and without giving himself time to think, cut his palm. As the blood pooled, he began drawing the sigil his mother had used from memory.

As he finished the last line he yelled to the brothers to get behind the line. The Winchesters didn't have to be told twice and hauled themselves behind the salt line, taking care to leave it unbroken.

When Spencer was sure they were within the protection line he slammed his palm down and felt a wave of energy run through him and into the sigil.

Once the flash of light subsided the ghost gave a great bellow of rage having realized that his prey was now out of reach.

"Well this is just awesome. What the hell are we supposed to do now?"

Spencer was more focused on slowing his heart beat than thinking up their next move. The ghost seemed to test the barrier by slamming his fists against it, there was a faint glow from where he struck it, but it held strong.

Spencer got his first good look at the mysterious doctor. The ghost stood almost as tall as Sam and was solidly built. Spencer was more than willing to believe that the doctor could drag a kicking and screaming man down the hall with little trouble.

But what really struck Spencer were the eyes, behind them lingered a cold, cruel intelligence. Spencer got the distinct impression that Doctor Golding had been a doctor with no moral consciousness when it came to his experiments and treatments of his patients.

The ghost had not been able to find a weakness and looked for the cause of him to lose his prey. The cold gaze zeroed in on Spencer who was still hovering over the sigil. The eyes went from the sigil, to the fingers wet with blood, to Spencer who had drawn the sigil. He now understood the phrase 'if looks could kill.' Spencer would be dead and buried. He got the feeling he had just made an enemy.

"Nice plan Professor. Now big ugly is between us and the door."

Spencer just shrugged; he had only planned as far as making them safe, not how to escape.

"You're the professionals, you figure something out."

"Dean, lay off. We're just lucky Spencer remembered extra shells and the sigil to keep the ghost out."

Dean stopped his grumbling and reluctantly nodded his head in thanks.

"So what else you got in that bag of yours Professor?"

"Why do I always have to be the bait?"

Spencer hid a smile as he finished gathering what he needed and listened to Sam explain to Dean their plan yet again.

Once they were safe the reality set in for the three men. They were now trapped in the Sanitarium basement, with a ghost glaring at them from behind the salt line, and said ghost was now in between them and their escape route. They needed a plan and the one they came up with had Spencer questioning the younger Winchester's sanity.

It all began with Dean being his usually self and insulting the enraged ghost from the safety of the sigil enhanced salt line. Sam had gotten an idea, and it all went downhill from there.

"Well you lost to me again; you know you always go rock. And you seemed to have attracted his attention."

Spencer looked to confirm Sam observation. The ghost of Doctor Golding was glaring at Dean and if looks could kill, Dean would be a pile of ash.

"I only told him he is one ugly motherfuc…"

"Dean!" Sam managed to cut off his brother's comment.

Dean just shrugged and appeared unconcerned about the ghost who looked like he wanted to skin him alive.

"What, I'm only telling the truth and Ms. D taught me to never lie."

Both Sam and Spencer snorted at Dean and moved to get into position. The plan was simple and just a little bit suicidal; Dean would distract the ghost while Sam and Spencer got past him. Once past him, Sam would pour a salt line and Spencer who draw another sigil, thus trapping the good doctor between two sigil enhanced salt lines.

"On my mark."

Dean sighed in resignation and moved to draw the ghost's attention completely to him. Spencer was ready with the knife in his back pocket and a shotgun to cover Sam as he poured the last of their loose salt. If this plan didn't work Spencer wasn't sure they would survive to make another one.

"Hey dick head!"

Dean continued with some of the most creative insults Spencer had ever heard. Spencer and Sam took that as their cue and threw themselves past the ghost. Same managed to begin pouring a salt line while Spencer covered them both with a shot gun. Once Sam was done he grabbed the gun from Spencer.

Spencer knelt down and made quick work of reopening the cut on his palm. He did not even feel the sting as he quickly began to draw the sigil. He was startled by a shotgun blast and looked up to see Sam trying to pry the ghost's hands from around Dean's neck.

Spencer redoubled his efforts only to hear a crash of furniture and look to see Dean land about 20 feet down the hall. Sam was the new threat and the doctor had pinned him to the wall.

All of a sudden the Doctor gave a howl of frustration and anger. Spencer looked up from the sigil to see the young woman, 'little grandma,' and the orderly pulling the Doctor off Sam and holding him still.

Sam was frantically trying to reload the last of the shells into his gun and keep his eye on the ghost. The 'little grandma' noticed Spencer staring at them, gave him a smile and a wink, and then disappeared. The other two ghosts who were holding the doctor seemed to disappear, a split second before Spencer slammed his bloody palm down on the sigil.

The bright flash of light was disorienting and Spencer felt himself being hauled back and realized it was Sam dragging him to safety.

The trapped ghost let out another bellow of rage and began attacking the barriers that now trapped him. He slammed himself against the barrier then flicker out only to appear at the other end of the cage to try it again, looking for any weakness.

Spencer and Sam both breathed deeply and watched to make sure the ghost didn't get out of his box.

"Let's hope that holds."

Spencer nodded his head in agreement with Sam and turned to check on the condition Dean was in.

"Dean, you okay?"

"…er..ie"

"What was that?"

"Pie."

"Pie?"

"You owe me beer and pie for this."

Sam just grinned as he helped Dean back to his feet.

"He's fine, if he's thinking about beer and pie."

But Spencer could see the relief in Sam's face was he gave Dean a once over looking for any injuries.

"Now what, ugly is trapped, but we're still stuck on the wrong side."

Spencer calculated that about 85% of the plan had actually worked. They trapped the ghost, no one was seriously injured but they were unable to get to the staircase to make their escape.

"Plan B?"

"Plan B," Dean agreed with a grunt.

Spencer had no idea what Plan B was, but if it was anything like Plan A he wasn't sure they would survive long enough for his mother to get her hands on them, to kill them herself from putting themselves in danger with 'bonehead' moves as George was fond of calling them.

Spencer went to readjust his strap on his bag when it suddenly became pitch black. The lights had gone off and the basement didn't seem to have any emergency backups.

Spencer made a mental note that if they survived he would put in a complaint with the Sanitarium board about their lack of proper lighting, the junk in their basement, and the mayhem causing ghosts they have seemed to have ignored.

"Yeah this keeps getting better and better."

Spencer couldn't blame Dean for his sarcasm in this case. It was beginning to seem that every time they thought they would get a break something seemed to decide to screw with them some more.

All three of the men dug out their cell phone and used the displays to provide a little light. When the phones lit up, four faces were illuminated.

"Holy Shit!"

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