The both of us stood there staring at each other. Neither of us made a move for what seemed like an eternity.

"Sabrina." He finally said.

I nodded. "Well, I needed to talk to you some how and prayers don't seem to work."

He bowed his head. "I believed you didn't wish to see me."

"You…father, I called to you every day for a week and you believe that I don't want to see you?"

"You were rather angry at me when we last talked."

"That's because you called me an abomination!" I shouted.

He looked confused of all things!

"Sabrina, I could barely get out a word." He told me. "You said abomination, I said daughter."

"W-What?" I stuttered confused.

He came forward doing what dad always does. He put two fingers on my forehead and I closed my eyes losing the fuzz to that night. I remembered all the embarrassing things I did but I also remembered when he came. I shouted, I'm the one that threatened, and I used some power. I blinked again and looked at dad.

"I…I didn't mean any of it dad. It was a shapeshifter and an angel that put those thoughts in my head." I explained quickly.

"I will admit," he looked away from me, "that I had been avoiding you before but for other reasons."

"Like?" I asked.

He looked at me again. "Follow me."

He flew away and I flew after him. The both of us flew through Heaven side by side like we use to. He brought us among several clouds and we both sat.

"There is something you need to know about the thing that killed your mother." He told me.

~S~

Sam's POV
Not having Sabrina around was difficult. I barely realized how many arguments between Dean and I she broke up. How much dad talk she kept at bay. Now that she wasn't around it was more about dad than ever and Dean and I weren't getting along real well. It wasn't any better when dad sent us coordinates and a case.

We went to the Roosevelt Asylum after interviewing a cop that had been partners with one that shot himself and his wife. We broke in and were currently looking around.

"So apparently the cops chased the kids here…into the south wing." I explained to Dean what the cop told me as I pointed to the sign that indicated the wing.

"South wing, huh? Wait a second." He took out dad's journal flipping through it. " South wing, south wing. 1972. Three kids broke into the south wing, only one survived. Way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place."

"So whatever's going on, the south wing is the heart of it." I said.

"But if the kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?"

Then I noticed the broken chain by the door. "Looks like the doors are usually chained. Could've been chained up for years."

"Yeah, to keep people out. Or to keep something in." Dean suggested.

We went into the wing walking through the halls of what was a disaster area but it was to be expected from a place abandoned for years.

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

Dean's also been screwing with me about my dreams and he wouldn't shut up about it. I couldn't talk to him about like I could Sabrina.

"Dude, enough." I told him.

"I'm serious. You gotta be careful, all right? Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got going on."

"I told you, it's not ESP! I just have strange vibes sometimes. Weird dreams."

"Yeah, whatever. Don't ask, don't tell."

"You get any reading on that thing or not?" I changed the subject.

"Nope. Of course, it doesn't mean no one's home."

"Spirits can't appear during certain hours of the day."

"Yeah, the freaks come out at night."

"Yeah."

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

I hit him and he laughed. We came out of the hallway into another room filled with horrible stuff. Dean whistled as we split up looking around.

"Man. Electro-shock. Lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kinda like my man Jack in Cuckoo's Nest."

I just choose to ignore him.

"So. Whaddaya think? Ghosts possessing people?"

"Maybe. Or maybe it's more like Amityville, or the Smurl hunting."

"Spirits driving them insane. Kinda like my man Jack in The Shining." He smiles.

He looked away and I had to speak my mind.

"Dean." He looked back at me. "When are we going to talk about it?"

"Talk about what?"

"About the fact Dad's not here."

"Oh. I see. How 'bout…never."

"I'm being serious, man."

"So am I, Sam. Look, he sent us here, he obviously wants us here. We'll pick up the search later."

"It doesn't matter what he wants."

"See. That attitude? Right there? That is why I always get the extra cookie."

"Dad could be in trouble, we should be looking for him. We deserve some answers, Dean. I mean, this is our family we're talking about."

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

"So what, we gotta always follow dad's orders?"

"Of course we do."

I felt frustrated. Dean turned away and I knew he was done talking. This was tiring that he wouldn't understand we just had to find dad. Sabrina, even after all the crap of her dad ignoring her, went off to find him and only him. Now if only Dean would do the same.

"'Sanford Ellicott'." He read now holding a sign. "You know what we gotta do. We gotta find out more about the south wing." He came back over to me. "See if something happened here."

He walked away pushing the sign into my hands. I looked at it reading it before putting it down and following him out.

~S~

I sat in a waiting room for Dr. James Ellicott waiting for my 'appointment'. We figured if anyone knew anything it was him. Right now though I was staring at my phone in my hands. I gave in and opened it calling. I listened to the rings then hung my head when I got voicemail.

"This is Sabrina, if you're looking for some help leave your name and number. Anything else you know what to do."

There was a beep and I sighed. "Hey, its Sam. I just wanted to see how things were on your end. Our…our dad contacted us and gave us coordinates again. Only that. And you should see how much we're fighting without you." I laughed quietly as I looked up at the wall. "We miss you Brie. Stay safe and I hope you're having luck. Give me a call back when you can. Bye."

I hung the phone up tapping it on my hand when I heard my name.

"Sam Winchester?"

I looked up seeing the doctor.

"That's me."

"Come on in."

I got up and he led me into his office. I sat down as he closed the door.

"Thanks again for seeing me last minute." I said as he sat down and I looked around then tried to bring up the topic subtly. "Dr…Ellicott. Ellicott, that name. Wasn't there a...a Dr. Sanford Ellicott? Yeah, he was a chief psychiatrist somewhere."

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

"Ah. Well, I'm sorta…a local history buff. Hey, wasn't there, an incident or something? In the hospital, I guess. In the south wing, right?"

"We're on your dollar, Sam. We're here to talk about you."

"Oh, okay. Yeah, yeah. Sure."

"So. How's things?"

"Ah, things are good, doctor."

"Good. Whatcha been doing"

"Ahh, same old. I just been on a…on a road trip with my brother and a new friend of ours."

"Was that fun?"

There was a pause as I thought about all the crap that's been going on.

"Loads." I lied. "Umm. You know, we…ahh…we…met…a lot of …interesting people. Did a lot of…ah…interesting things…ahhh. You know? What was it exactly that happened in the south wing? I forget…"

"Look, if you're a local history buff, you know all about the Roosevelt riot. "

"The riot. Well, no. I know. I'm just…"

"Sam. Let's cut the bull, shall we. You're avoiding the subject."

"What subject?"

"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, uh, this brother and friend you're road tripping with. How do you feel about them?"

There was too much too tell. I looked at him then decided to admit it all.

~S~

I came out to find Dean leaning against the window waiting. I walked right past him going towards the car as Dean caught up matching my pace.

"Dude! You were in there forever. What the hell were you talking about?"

"Just the hospital, you know." I lied.

"And…?"

"And the south wing? It's where the housed the really hard cases. The psychotics, the criminally insane."

"Sounds cozy."

"Yeah. And one night in '64, they rioted. Attacked staff. Attacked each other."

"So the patients took over the asylum?"

"Apparently."

"Any deaths?"

"Some patients, some staff." We stopped at the back of the car. "I guess it was pretty gory. Some of the bodies were never even recovered, including our chief of staff, Ellicott."

"Whaddaya mean, never recovered?" He questioned.

"Cops scoured every inch of the place but I guess the patients must've…stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden."

"That's grim."

"Yeah. So, they transferred all the remaining patients and closed the hospital down."

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

"And a bunch of angry spirits."

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

Both of us went for the car as I got a text. I looked smiling to see it was Sabrina. It was short but at least I got one.

'I'm fine. Found dad. Going to play with ghosts. Play nice with Dean.'

I chuckled putting my phone away. That's Sabrina and I was glad she was getting further than we were.