Chapter Thirty-seven.

I didn't get as far in the episode as I'd wanted to - but I think that will be okay in the end. I have plans, it may work better this way. Or not, but only time will tell.
This also may be the last update for a while :( I have to get back on track with homework and projects, and from what I can tell, my free time will be officially taken over by group meetings. So, if any of you want to just go ahead and take my spot in those so that I can work on this, I'm down.

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Let's set the scene, shall we? All right, picture this! It's night time. Like, super dark and stars are all hanging overhead looking awesome and crap. The leaves are rustling as a light wind passes through them, bending limbs of trees that stand in the distance, and a small single serving bag of potato chips bounces past you because someone is a litter bug and apparently can't just hang on to their garbage until they get home. The wind is chilly as it passes by, so you have to pull your jean jacket a little tighter around yourself. You're crossing your arms, looking around as a lookout for yourself, watching a couple cars slowly purr their way past you. It's not that you're not supposed to be here, it's just that you really needed a minute to yourself, so you went on a walk and got turned around, and then ended up next to the old Roosevelt Asylum and it's a bit creepy for you because, let's face it – the place is totally spooky. And the stories you were told as a child are running through your head, causing a small chill up your spine, and a strong desire that you had any idea of where you were. Then you look over your shoulder to see dark shadows blocking your view of the warning signs that are plastered on the main doors to this clearly abandoned building that has bars over broken windows, dead ivy clinging to the walls, graffiti showing up as nothing more than dark, faded designs in the open spaces on the stone. Then you hear it. A groan. Not a painful groan, but a frustrated groan. The dark shadows move, and see a small sliver of moon light bounce off of the rusted metal door and you hear a female voice complain to the shadow surrounding her as she whines, "Can you please be a little bit quicker there, Sam?"

I am that female voice. And Sam is taking a really long time to get inside this place. Last time we were here, I'm pretty positive that it wasn't even locked! So unless the spirits inside are afraid of thieves or something, I don't know why he's struggling. The wind is also picking up, and I'm getting cold. And this long sleeve shirt is not very warm. Well, it is, but only if I keep pulling it down, and it won't fit over my cast, so that arm is extra cold. "Becca, you giving me crap isn't going to make me go faster!" Sam snapped back from where he was kneeling on the ground in front of the lock.

Dean clapped a hand to my mouth as it opened to bite back to Sam, and I had to settle with a deep glare to the back of his head. "Would you guys just knock it off already? We're working now, so can it."

I shoved my glare over to Dean's face. He can just quit with the 'you guys aren't going to be fighting while we're on a case' crap. Me shoving this anger down is not helping and to be quite honest, I'm sick of being told that I can fight – as long as it's not while we're working. My anger doesn't just know when to 'can it'. It's an unruly beast that has a total mind of its own! Besides, I was pretty much fine with snapping on Sam right now. I think he deserved it, and I was going to give him what he deserved. Besides, Dr. Ellicott told me that I shouldn't hold it all in anyway! He said, 'your anger seems to always seems to be on this plateau before a sudden upward spike occurs, and then you inevitably repress it. Why don't you try giving in to it in a little more, but in a constructive way? Write your feelings down, go for a jog… Try finding something that will release tension without causing any more harm to yourself in a mental or physical way.' Not that I'd been harming myself in a physical way – let's just make that clear right now. It's pretty much all psychological. Good thing we're in an asylum right now.

There was finally a click and Sam straightened back up before fixing his jacket. He didn't even look back at us before he shoved the door open and stepped inside. After finally being released from Dean, I also entered the building, and we all whipped out our own equipment to get started. Dean had the EMF going, and Sam was scanning the area with his video camera, following the light my flashlight was giving off. I think that Dean assigned these jobs on purpose, though. I mean, Sam was using the camera, with the flashlight to see if there were any orbs nearby, signaling that there would spirits around the place. Needless to say, Sam needed me to be able to do it correctly. This was not a funny joke. This was like a punishment or something. We had to like, walk next to each other, and both of us were clearly fuming at the idea. We kept bumping arms and shoulders and then nudging the other one away. I would turn the flashlight, he would get frustrated because that's not where he wanted to focus. I wanted to get more in depth with the search, and he was more or less skimming. Finally after the seven hundredth time, I stomped my foot and threw my arms down, spinning around to face Dean. "Are you getting any readings over there, Dean?" I huffed angrily as Sam went to snatch the flashlight from my hand. Lucky for me, I am totally on to him, and I moved my arm before he could get it.

Dean didn't even seem to be paying attention to the battle I was enduring, and he just nodded his head while continuing to roam around the room with the EMF clutched in his hand, where I could the red lights at the top of it just going crazy and jumping from one end to the other. He didn't actually need to answer me, since I'd seen for myself, and so I just lifted back up my flashlight and went to shining it about the room again. Don't worry, I made sure to completely avoid Sam and not help him out while I did so. Bitchy? Damn straight. "What about you guys?"

"Well, from what I could tell," Sam sneered as he successfully ended up stealing the flashlight by creeping up behind me, "this place is orbing like crazy. But I haven't been able to get a real good reading yet."

I caught an irritated slash 'knock it off' look from Dean and I stuffed my hands into my pockets as I grumbled quietly to myself. Dean continued to scan around with the EMF as Sam did a quick double check of room for orbs, and I sighed when Sam confirmed that there were in fact a crap load of orbs around us. "So it probably means that's a ton of spirits out and about, getting down with their bad selves, right?" I asked Dean who suddenly had a small smile on his face. My mood lifted at seeing that. Dean smiling meant that I'd made him feel better, and the fact that he didn't tell me I was wrong made me feel like I was actually contributing. Overall, good.

Sam's voice cut in from where he now had control of the camera and my light, and was still looking around. "You know, if it's these uncovered bodies that are causing the haunting…" he dropped off before looking quickly around the room and then to us, and then around again as if signaling he'd seen something.

"We gotta find 'em and burn 'em. Just be careful though," Dean announced. It might have been me, but I kind of felt like the warning was directed more towards me instead of Sam. This may or may not be because I am a walking accident – as you may or may not have witnessed. I caught his eyes, and they were kind, but determined. "The only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit…" is your baby sister getting hurt because she's clumsy and you then stand there just shaking your head because you can't believe what you just saw, and yet you're a little bit disappointed because you weren't there to make sure it didn't actually happen in the first place? "…is the pissed off spirit of a psycho killer." Dang, I was so close. He then ushered us out of the room and we worked our way farther into the wing of the place.

I don't actually know how or when it happened, but our trio went down to being a duo, and I ended up being in a room with Sam. Maybe it was because Dean made him give me back the flashlight, after I'd whined and tried to get a hold of the EMF reader one too many times. Sam and I still weren't talking but we were bickering. There was a lot of 'Would you please shine the light over here's and some 'Why do you get to decide where we go, huh's and even a few 'If you don't knock it off I'm gonna lock you up and leave you here like all those unrecovered bodies'. That one got the response of 'Oh, yeah? Try it and I promise to come back and haunt your ass like no other'. Wherever we were now, was slowly filling up with the steam from the anger that was brewing inside of each of us. I probably could have lingered my light in an area a little bit longer before quickly dragging it somewhere else, but I didn't even have the patience for him. I would rather be wherever the hell Dean was to be honest. But no, he ditched us and made us be alone. I'm sure this was some sick, twisted mindset that he thought would work to get us to talk to each other, but Dean is dumb and has no idea. If he doesn't know that this isn't going to work by now, after everything he and I have had to deal with, then I need to sit down and have a talk with him. His face under my pillow until he understands. Seems totally logical to me.

"Becca, can you please just try and work with me here. The better you work with me, the quicker we can just get this job done," Sam snapped from the other side of the room. I raised the flashlight up, and shined it right in his eyes.

"Better?" I questioned sarcastically as I waved it around a little bit in his face.

A hand instantly flew up and he used his super long legs to close the distance between us, trying to grab the flashlight from my hand. Before his giant paw could grab it, I quickly flung my hand around me and pinned it to my back, twisting my body so he couldn't reach. "Becca, give me the flashlight," he ordered, continuing to try and reach around me to get the tool. I refused and dodged around him, so that I was more towards the center of the room. Sam was quick though, and instantly nearby. We struggled against each other until his hand wrapped around my arm and he froze, clinging tightly to the limb in his grasp. "Dean? DEAN!" he shouted as he looked over my head and into the light that the camera in his other hand had happened to be directed towards. I didn't understand, but I couldn't turn around to see what he was looking at. "Dean!" Sam shouted again as Dean suddenly ran into the room as he started rummaging around in his bag. "Shotgun!" Sam ordered.

"Get down!" Dean yelled, and before I could act, I felt a hand on the back of my neck and my body was forced down, flat against the ground. There were loud shots ringing not only in the room, but in my head, and I squinted my eyes shut as my hands flew to my ears out of surprise. I definitely wasn't expecting for Dean to shoot at me because I was stingy with the flashlight. I mean, damn. The shots stopped, and I looked next to me to see Sam also on the floor, but slowly picking himself up. Dean's hand was around my upper arm, and he was dragging me back up into a standing position.

I stood in shock for a second, trying to understand what had just happened. All of us were out of breath, and I couldn't actually tell you why. I brushed myself off before furrowing my brow. "What the hell just happened?" I questioned them both as they frantically looked around.

"That was weird," Sam stated, completely ignoring what I had just asked.

"What was weird?" I posed frantically.

Neither of them answered me though, they just kept going on between the two of them. "Yeah. You're telling me," Dean responded.

I stood there for minute while they both just left me. What, am I invisible all of a sudden? I mean, last I knew, I was fighting Sasquatch for a flashlight, and then he throws me on to the ground, and then they babble on about God knows what. Is it just me, or am I left here with like, no answers or something? "You guys, tell me what just happened!" I yelled before running out of the room after them.

Sam was hot on Dean's heels, and leaning over his shoulder as I came up behind them. "No, Dean, I mean it was weird that she didn't attack us," Sam stated eagerly.

"Who are you talking about?" I asked.

"Looked pretty aggro from where I was standing," Dean huffed.

"She didn't hurt us. She didn't even try! So if she didn't wanna hurt us, then what did she want?"

I grabbed their arms the best I could, and I pulled them, drawing upset faces towards me. "Who?" I asked, dragging out the word so that they would finally pay attention to what I was saying. They both gave me those 'do we have to do this right now' looks and their mouths opened to respond, but a noise in the room beside us caused all three of us to snap our heads towards it. I dropped my grip on them and stepped between them with the flashlight, holding it ahead of our huddle. A hand caught my shoulder and stopped me, and I turned my head to see a shotgun barrel passing my shoulder, followed by a firm faced Dean. Sam and I walked side by side as we followed Dean farther into the room and there was an old dirty bed with what I can only assume was an older sheet on top of it. Well, hanging off of it, because the bed was tipped over like some sort of blockade. I lifted my light, and skimmed it over the bed, and stopped when I got towards the corner behind it. There was something behind the bed, and from what I could tell, it was a head. A blonde head. Well, this just got a little bit creepier. I sure do hope that the head is attached to a body… Or maybe not. A forty plus year old body? That could be nauseating. Tasty. None of us really moved, and we all kind of watched to see if the head would move first. When it didn't, I shoved Sam forward and indicated that he should check it out. Better he get eaten than me or Dean. We're too important. As the bed fell to the ground, a girl spun and showed nothing but fear on her face as she was fighting for breath. I jumped as it happened. "Whoa!" The girls eyes searched each of our faces and landed on Dean's upraised gun, and I saw her scoot back farther into the corner, and turned her face as though she was expecting a bullet to the chest. "Hey, hey, calm down," I tried to speak calmly. I then lifted my casted arm and pushed Dean's gun down so that it pointed towards the floor. "We're not gonna hurt you. What's your name?" She didn't answer me, but her large, round eyes blinked as she watched the gun lower. "Hey, what's your name?" I pushed, sounding a little more authorative. "Tell us your name."

"Katherine," she stuttered. "My name's Kat."

"Okay, Kat?" Dean questioned as he clicked the safety on his gun. "I'm Dean, this is Sam –"

"And I'm Becca," I told her with a small smile.

She seemed a little more relaxed, at least her legs didn't seem as stiff, and her pants had relaxed back into normal breathing. "What are you doing here!?" Sam snapped at her, causing her to tense back up and stare at him – shocked.

I glared up at him. So now he was just taking his anger out on anyone? What a jerk. I wanted to slap him so hard right now. How was snapping on her like that going to make her trusting us any easier? "Um… My boyfriend, Gavin…" she slowly answered. Hold the phone. Did I hear that right, or do I just have a really bad mind. I smiled to myself at the thought. Sam asked what she was doing, and she said her boyfriend. Haha, dirty, dirty kids. And ew. Who does that in an old abandoned asylum? Forget disease, that's just wrong. On so many levels. Gross.

Shaking my head to get back to what was around me, I tried to focus on the girl freaking out at my brother's rude tone. "Is Gavin here too?"

Kat looked back at me, and nodded her head. "Somewhere," she responded. "He thought it would be fun, try and see some ghosts." Oh yeah, super fun. Let's just go poke the sleeping bear with a stick. And, then let's just stand there and see what happens while we're at it. That sounds logical. "I thought it was all just… you know. Pretend. I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream and –"

"All right," Dean stopped her, seeing the fear creep back into her eyes. "Kat? Come on," he motioned for her to join us, and then stepped forward to help her up. "We're gonna get you out of here, and then we're gonna find your boyfriend," he told her.

"No!" she fought after standing up. "No, I'm not going to leave without Gavin. I'm coming with you." I sighed outwardly. Of course she was going to come with us. They always come with us.

Dean looked at her carefully. "It's not joke around here, okay. It's dangerous," he told her as though he was trying to scare her into leaving the place.

She looked back at him with determined eyes and clenched her jaw. "That's why I gotta find him."

I looked over my shoulder to meet their eyes and I shrugged along with Sam. I didn't see her being here a really good idea, but I also didn't see her leaving. The look she had on her face was eerily similar to Dean's. She wasn't going to budge. "All right," Dean sighed. "I guess we're gonna split up then. Let's go."

Okay, this is just straight cruelty now. Dean said he would take Kat, and gave that 'suck it up' look as Sam and I scowled at him. Even after I said I wanted to go with Dean, I got stuck with this overgrown weed thing that is my brother. "Gavin!" we yelled out together. It wasn't on purpose, but it was annoying me that we kept doing it at the same time. Is that wrong? I feel a little wrong for thinking that. "Gavin!" I yelled out again. "Hey, can you stop walking so fast?" I called up to Sam who was more than half way down the hall ahead of me. "Sam!" I snarled running up and grabbing his arm. "My legs aren't as long as yours!"

"So pick up your pace!" he snapped back before turning around to continue down the hall.

I have just about had it with him. "You know, you can chill with the attitude, man," I threw at him.

Sam spun so fast, that it took me by surprise, and I had to stumble backwards in response. "I can 'chill with the attitude'? What about you? You've had an attitude since I got back!"

"Can you blame me!?" I threw my hands into the air, and accidentally smacked my casted arm against a trolley cart thing in the process. Crying out in pain, I clung my arm to my chest with my opposite hand and glared up at him. "I have every right to have an attitude with you! You've been a complete jerk. I mean, come on, you come back out of nowhere and then immediately think about leaving again – and then you fight every single thing Dean and I do. Why did you even come back, Sam?"

"You know why I came back!" his voice was a terrifying volume. If I hadn't been so angry, I probably would have jumped and been a little bit scared. "That thing killed Jessica! And instead of getting your priorities straight and helping me out, you and Dean just keep shoving us on all these hunts! It's like you want to keep us off track and don't even want to find Dad. All you want to do is follow his orders, and the guy isn't even here to tell you what to do."

I dropped my arm and shoved Sam back slightly. "You don't need Dean and me to find Dad! You can do that all by yourself! If you're gonna be with us, then you're gonna have to put up with hunting – because that's our job."

There was a groan from inside the doorway next to us, and we both practically snapped our necks in response to the sound. I shoved myself away from Sam and stalked into the room, looking around. Sam sped past me, and stopped a few feet into it, looking down and nudging something with his foot. "Hey, Gavin," he called out, but his tone was definitely more relaxed and calm.

Because I am way nicer than my brother, I knelt down and gently shook the kid who was passed out on the floor, trying to help him fully wake up. It worked too, and then he freaked out and accidentally smacked his arm against mine. I don't know who it hurt more, but this broken arm is seriously going through some trauma right now! "It's okay! We're here to help!" I told Gavin as I stood back up and Sam didn't even look down at me. No, it's cool bro, I'm good. Whatever. I wouldn't have checked on him either.

Gavin stared at us, and his eyes passed from face to face multiple times. "Who are you?"

"I'm Sam, and this is my sister Becca. Uh, we found your girlfriend," Sam told him.

"Kat?" Gavin's voice was full of panic as he pulled himself up off of the ground. "Is she alright?!"

I nodded my head, "Yeah," I assured him. "She's just worried about you. Are you okay?"

Seeming to check himself out, Gavin patted his pockets and looked around a bit. "I was running… I think I fell." You think you fell? How does that work?

"You were running from what?" Sam asked him, not understanding.

"There was… there was this girl. Her face. It was all messed up," Gavin explained.

Sam and I looked at each other, and even though we were angry at one another, we knew that what this kid was saying was not good, and that it was a really good chance that we needed to find the girl he'd been running from. "All right, Gavin, I need you to listen to me carefully. This girl… did she, did she try and hurt you at all?" I questioned.

"What? No, she… uh…" Gavin's face reddened, and he eyed me, seeming embarrassed.

"What? What did she do?" I spit out at him, not really having the patience to deal with this right now. Stalling isn't going to help anyone, Gavin. We need answers.

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. "What'd she do, Gavin?" he asked with much more calmness than I did.

Gavin signaled for Sam to near him, and I groaned as Sam gave in and allowed Gavin to whisper in his ear. Gavin pulled back shortly, and I looked over to Sam, waiting for him fill me in on whatever was super important. No, instead a small smile crossed Sam's lips, and I could see he was trying not to completely laugh in Gavin's face. "Uh…." Sam choked back a chuckle before clearing his throat. "Um… but… but she didn't hurt you, physically?"

"Dude!" Gavin snapped. "She –" he cut himself off and eyed me again before lowering his voice and saying the words through a clenched jaw, "she kissed me. I'm scarred for life!" Gavin's voice picked back up on the last sentence, and I just eyed him. I didn't understand the word he'd made to keep low, but it sure did sound a lot like 'kissed' and if that happened, I think I'm going to be scarred for life now, too.

"Well, whatever this girl did, I am sure it could have been a million times worse," I told him. "Do you remember anything else besides whatever scarred you, and you possibly falling down?"

Shuffling his feet, Gavin looked down at his shoes and then looked back up to face us. "She uh… actually…"

"Spit it out," Sam and I both burst at the same time, waiting for him to hurry up.

"She tried to whisper something in my ear," Gavin rushed out.

Sam and I both gawked at him, blinking like we were confused children or something. "Wha-what?" we both stuttered at the same time, still not really comprehending what he'd just told us.

Gavin gawked right back at us, and I'm sure it was because of the creepy twin thing. "I don't know," he sighed while rubbing the back of his neck. "I ran like hell and then –"

A loud clanging was coming from somewhere else in the wing. Before Gavin could finish his sentence Sam and I were running towards the door way, yelling for Gavin to keep up. It was like a maze trying to get to wherever this noise was, but it was thankfully growing louder. Rounding a corner, I saw Dean in the distance, banging something metal against a door. "Dean!" I yelled, putting all my effort into getting to his side to help him out.

"What's going on?" Sam yelled as he came to a stop behind me, and Gavin skidded to a stop right beside him.

Dean turned to look at us, and seemed to almost size us up and make sure we were visibly sane and okay. "She's inside with one of them," he said. I nodded. All right, we gotta get this girl out.

"Help me!" Kat screamed from behind the metal door.

Gavin pushed past me, shoving me into a wall, and screamed, "Kat!" as he pretty much threw himself against the door. Dean pulled Gavin off of the door, and eyed him like he was crazy.

"Get me outta here!"

"Kat, it's not going to hurt you!" Sam was suddenly in front of the door, making sure to speak loud enough so that Kat would hear him. "Listen to me. You've got to face it. You've got to calm down!"

Dean and I both looked at Sam, completely shocked, and astonished, and surprised, and every other word you can think of to describe the moment. "She's gotta what?" Dean barked, while on the other hand I asked, "Are you nuts?" and even Kat didn't seem to like his idea, because she yelled, "I have to what?!" all at the same time.

"These spirits, they're not trying to hurt us, they're trying to communicate," Sam continued, not even seeming to care that no one else apparently agreed with his idea. "You gotta face it. You gotta listen to it."

"You face it!" I heard Kat yell, and I laughed immediately. She had a point. Who wants to face that? I probably would have said the same exact thing.

Sam wasn't really happy with the fact that I laughed though because he took his anger out on Kat. "No!" he yelled. "It's the only way to get out of there!"

Kat was just as frustrated though, because she quickly yelled out a, "No!"

"Look at it, come on. You can do it!" Sam coaxed.

It was as if time stood still. No one said anything, and no one moved, and I am pretty sure my breath was stuck somewhere between my lungs and my throat. All of us just looked at each other, waiting, and nothing. Not a single thing happened. "Kat?" Gavin chanced, leaning his ear against the door.

A few more seconds of silence passed and I had a really bad feeling. "Man, I hope you're right about this," Dean told Sam.

"Yeah, me too, because otherwise this is on you," I bit. Sam glared at me, but didn't say anything and the tension grew even thicker. It was still nothing, nothing at all was happening, and I felt my index fingers start to scratch at the side of my thumbs and I began to chew at the bottom corner of my lip. I almost couldn't take it. I felt the words forming and I was ready to launch myself at the door when it finally clicked and then slowly opened, causing all of us to not even breathe. Kat emerged, and I think the loudest sigh I've ever heard came out of all of us.

"Oh, Kat," Gavin moved forward and pulled her to him.

Sam moved around them and entered the room, searching for whoever it was that Kat had been seeing. I looked up as he came back into the hall, and saw him shake his head at Dean and me. So there was nothing now. We were just as lost as before.

I ran a hand through my hair and puffed out a large breath. This was not getting to be any better of a night. It was silent again as everyone seemed to just think about what is was we should be doing next. "One thirty-seven," Kat announced.

"Sorry?" Dean shook his head at her.

"It whispered in my ear. One thirty-seven."

Dean, Sam and I all looked at each other. "Room number," we all decided at the same time.

There was a pull on my sleeve, and I followed it as Dean led Sam and me to the wall, huddling us all together. He made sure to check over my shoulder, to see that Kat and Gavin couldn't hear what we were saying, or at least weren't trying to hear what we were saying. "All right. So if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone –" Sam started before I cut him off.

"Then what are they trying to do?"

"Maybe that's what they've been trying to tell us –" Sam began again, only to be cut off by Dean this time.

"I guess we'll find out." I nodded in agreement. Dean sighed and broke up the huddle, moving back to Kat and Gavin. "So, now, are you guys ready to leave this place?" he asked them both.

Kat turned from where she'd been talking to Gavin and looked at us as though we were nuts, but she also looked a little relieved. "That's an understatement."

Dean then turned to face Sam and me. "Okay. You guys get them outta here. I'm going to go find room 137."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I threw my hands in the air, stopping anyone from being able to make their next step. "Why do I have to help him babysit? I vote that I go with you to find room 137. Sam can handle the kids on his own."

Before Kat or Gavin could snap about my multiple comments on their being related to children, Sam stepped up. "I don't need her help, Dean."

I could tell that this wasn't going to go my way, just by the stance Dean took. He threw a hand up and tipped his head down towards his shoulder, glaring at the ground. He didn't want to hear any more of this, and he was sick of having to deal with it. "No. You guys need to go together. You not being able to have my back is only going to make me have to watch out for two people. I need you to go with Sam, Becca. Just don't kill each other, okay?"

"But, Dean –" Sam started, but immediately stopped when he got the older brother glare that signaled he was trying to give you a horrible and painful death with just his eyes and mind powers. It was no use. We were stuck together, and all because I had a broken arm. I have never hated being right-handed so much in my entire life.