Dean wandered down the halls of the Turtle Creek Asylum, until he found the room a doctor had told him was Sam's room. "Hey, I think we found a connection between all the victims, of what they saw at least."

Sam was sitting up on the bed with his back leaned against the wall. He nodded slowly. "That's good. That is great." He said, his voice a little slurred. "What is the connection?"

"They were all seeing cats before they went loony," Dean said with an eyebrow raise. "Weird, right?"

Sam looked up at him, his brows furrowing. "Cats? That is strange... you'll have to call Bobby and see if he knows what that could mean. I'll try to do some research, but I doubt they'll give me computer privileges just yet. The only thing they've given me is some crazy meds." he said, blinking and shaking his head. "Apparently telling people that you hunt and kill monsters and demons gets you put very high up on the crazy scale."

Dean nodded. "I'll go check up on Ella, then meet back up with Oshea in our office," he chuckled as he started for the door. "We have an office."

"Sure, rub it in that you're not closed up in a tiny room and getting poked with needles and having people think you're insane." Sam said with a huff. "Next time we have to investigate an asylum, you can be the crazy person and I'll be the doctor sitting in the nice office."

After Dean dropped by Ella's room and gave her the heads up about the cat situation, he returned to his and Oshea's office, but Oshea was nowhere to be seen. He asked around, talked to a couple of the nurses, but no one had seen her. He was starting to get worried.

"Dean, where are we going?" Oshea said as she walked from the hospital across the yard toward the garden in the back. He had come back into the office not long after he had left and said that he wanted to check something out. He was walking a bit fast, and he was gripping her arm a little tightly as he led her across the lawn. As they moved through, she could smell the flowers and hear the breeze drifting between the leaves of the trees. Dean stopped abruptly and pulled away from her, and Oshea could hear scraping. "Dean, what are you doing?"

The scraping continued a moment before it stopped. "Climbing the tree," He responded. "I figured we could check out some of the trees around here and see if there was anything strange since the victims were all found in trees."

Oshea's brows furrowed. "Yes, that's true... but weren't most of the victims found in the park? What good would it do to look at these trees?"

She heard Dean give a clipped sigh before he reached down and took her wrist. "Just come up." He did not wait for her answer, but jerked her up and stood her up on a thick branch.

Oshea gasped slightly, "Dean... I don't like this... I'm wearing heels and I can't see, I could fa-" She was unable to finish as she was violently shoved against the trunk of the tree. "Dean! Dean, stop it!" Before she could react, she felt tight ropes tighten about her, pinning her to the tree. Her mouth was suddenly forced open. She started to scream, but it caught in her throat as she felt Dean's lips against hers.

After tearing the inside of the asylum apart looking for her (not literally, although he did run into a few of the nurses while running, sending various trays of food and medicines flying all over the place), he made his way outside, and spotted a patch of trees behind the small garden in the backyard of the asylum. He didn't think twice before breaking into a run towards the trees. "Oshea!"

As he went into the trees, he could hear a voice coming from one of the taller trees in the center of the garden. Oshea was tied tightly against the upper part of the tree's trunk, her hair had fallen down from the bun and was hanging messily by her face. She was squirming against the ropes that held her and her shoes had fallen from her feet because of her struggling. When she heard his voice she gave a cry and began to struggle more, twisting and jerking against the ropes.

As Dean quickly approached the tree and started to climb it, the other Dean let go of Oshea, finished, and gave a wink, vanishing into a cloud of smoke that quickly evaporated into the air. "It's okay, Oshea, it's gone," he said, reaching the branch and cutting her loose from the rope and carefully helping her down from the tree. Oshea screamed as he pulled her down and she pushed herself away from him staggering backwards. She shook her head quickly.

"No! No! It's here! You did this to me." She cried. "You did this..." She began turning her head this way and that. "I hear them now... the bees... they're everywhere. It's so loud.." She whimpered, bringing her hands to her ears.

Dean stared at Oshea for a moment before frowning and looking at the ground "I was too late..." He mumbled, shaking his head. "Come on. Let's go inside, Oshea..."

She shook her head again. "I can't... I won't go anywhere with you! Not again... you took everything away." She said, slipping down to the ground and curling up with her knees to her chest. Even though Dean tried to explain that it wasn't really him that had done this to her, she refused to move from where she sat huddled up. Eventually, Dr. Snyder and a nurse had to come out and forcibly bring her in. Once they had gotten her into one of the rooms, Dr. Snyder went back into Dean's office, shaking his head.

"She's sedated and calm now... I just don't understand," he said slowly. "What is going on here..." Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair. "One of the patients wants to see you. I've told the rest of the staff that no one is allowed outside near the garden under any circumstances." He said before walking from the room. Sam entered after he had left, wearing his hospital gown. He sat down in the seat and looked up at his brother.

"Dean, what happened?"

Dean sighed, sitting down at the desk. "Whatever this thing is... it got to Oshea. Out in the trees. It looked like me... it tricked her into following him... It's some sort of shape shifter, but it's a spirit too. I could tell by the way it disappeared. But that doesn't make sense why it wouldn't show up as a cat like it did all the other times." He shook his head.

"Maybe this thing knew that you both were on it's trail and knew that it took the form of a cat... so it took the form it knew would be able to lure Oshea out into the open." Sam said, his brows furrowing. "Whatever this is, Dean, we need to figure things out fast. Have you called Bobby yet?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, just before you came in. He's gonna ask around and then call me back," Just as he said that, his phone rang. "Please tell me you found something, Bobby..."

"It's a Tengu. A spirit that usually the form of men or a cat. It lures it's victims into trees and ties them there before literally robbing them of their sanity. Normally it chooses it's victims because the person has something in common with the Tengu while it was living. Getting rid of it will be the standard finding and burning the remains of the person," Bobby said on the other line. "Once its gone, it's victims should return to normal."

"How are we supposed to figure out who this thing is a spirit of?" He gave an exasperated sigh.

"I figured you'd ask that so I did a little digging into that town's history, looking for murders, suicides, that kind of thing. I found something kind of strange," There was a sound of rustling papers. "A

boy named Jimmy Edwards, 16 years old when he died. He was kind of an outcast in school, didn't have many friends, was picked on, that kind of thing. He apparently had thing for bees, had his own hives behind his house. That's how he killed himself actually. He agitated a bunch of bees and just let them sting him until he died."

"Ouch," Dean winced. "Any idea where he was buried?"

"Uh... well, actually, he was cremated." Bobby said over the phone. "But everything else seems to fit. All of the victims so far were outsiders, a middle aged guy who lived with his mom, loner teenagers... that sort of thing. So there must be some piece of him lying around somewhere."

"Thanks, Bobby. I guess I'll have to make a stop to his parents house. See if they've got a lock of hair put up somewhere, something like that. Are they still living?"

"No, his parents died before he did, but he lived with his grandmother. Her address is 13 Renee's Way. Shouldn't be too hard for you to find." Bobby said.

"Thanks again, Bobby," Dean said before hanging up the phone. "Well, guess I'm gonna be paying Jimmy Edwards' granny a visit. I'll explain it all later, just.. keep an eye on Ella and Oshea, and make sure none of you follow someone around that looks like me," He said to Sam.

Sam nodded quickly. "Alright, just be careful, Dean."