Dream Until Die

Author: 7sTar

Declaimer: I don't own Supernatural and all the characters of it; they belong to WB and their creators. I write just for fun, so don't sue me.

Chap2

Frowned at the sight of his brother-- Sam, who was dozing again, Dean Winchester thought it weird of him as well. a) he supposed to talk with his brother about the nightmare of Roosevelt Asylum, which was also a trial to himself, especially the shooting, but he gave it up; b) it was so unusual that he proposed the trip without any more arguments with his brother, although in addition to their father's journal and the masteries in newspapers or the text messages from their cell phone, Sam's nightmares had become their new clue in hunting, this time Sam dreamed nothing misfortune happened. And c), Dean gulped, located his eyes on his brother again, the younger boy was leaning against the passenger's door with closed eyes but the look on his face dropped a hint that the sleeping boy was not enjoying a sweet nap. Dean sighed, resisted his urge to rouse his brother and turned his eyes to the highway ahead. And c), he thought it aloud, I must stop his damn dream! The damn dream was gradually sapping his strength and psychic.

An hour later, the handsome driver began to curse everything that he could find in his head. There was a failure wear with his baby Impala soon after they arrived in Kansas City. Having been driving for about 5 hours, Dean was so exhausted but became more annoyed as he got off his car to look into the fault then found it seemed that the '67 Chevy Impala needed a repair which could not be done by himself. Dean couldn't believe it. His perfect baby was never in such foul-ups. It was always in its good state as his owner was. Dean figured if the whammy of the spirit of Dr. Sanford Ellicott followed him all the way or not.

Sam woke up from his unpleasant nap, became dumbfounded at the bad news. The younger boy rubbed his eyes and told his brother that he decided to visit the Cheery Asylum alone because he engaged a Dr. Jonathan Maxwell at 3:00pm. Sighed with a lamentable looks, Dean pouted his lips at the taxi which Sam got on, then he called the local service lines for a help.

It was not until 2:00 pm did his baby car regained its power again, during this time Dean had read 10 local newspapers, 2 traveler's guides to Kansas City, finished his lunch, and drank up 6 cups of coffee. But most of all, he was not such an idiot who only knew killing the spare time like this. He stroke up conversations with different local people he met and artfully inquired them about the Cherry Asylum and local legends. He was not sure whether it was good or not that the local legends were as ordinary as those he used to know and peopled told him the Cherry Asylum was a highly reputable mental hospital.

Dean thought maybe he should suggest his brother to take a real therapy here. Those odd dreams which disturbed his brother manifested Sam had some psychic problems and the dream about the asylum was a subtle hint for the younger boy for a cure for it. He could not prevent him from calling Sam to say something like being here was a mistake, but he didn't say it as his brother told him that he was delayed by the traffic jam so still on his way to the asylum. "Well, well, well. We're both so damn good lucky!" Dean scoffed to himself as he started the engine to turn aside to the Kansas City Bridge, hoping to catch up with Sam at the doorway of the asylum.

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For Sam, to see the psychic doctor was not the most important thing, at least it was not his purpose here. It became more unimportant when the young boy found he was so familiar with the hospital except the hustle and bustle here. The wards, the offices, the corridors and the stairs, their exteriors and positions were in accordance with those in his dreams. And he remembered two hours earlier in Dean's car he dreamed the basement of the hospital. It's odd why there were no people in his dreams. He rambled around in the hospital, from downstairs to upstairs, looking around with his explorative eyes. The particular smell of hospital made his head clear than ever, he thanked his brother in his mind that they came here. He had no idea what happened or what was happening or more precisely what would happen in this asylum but he was sure that his dreams must indicate something, something related to the asylum, otherwise why did he keep dreaming a hospital which he never knew about?

Recalling the things in his dreams, Sam bent his head with his hands in his pockets and hurried to walk through a corridor towards the stairs to the sixth floor then his thoughts were interrupted by a male's voice, "Excuse me, sir, can I help you?"

Sam saw a pair of shining black leather shoes then he lifted his eyes, saw a black young guy in uniform with a truncheon in the hands staring at him, politely and vigilantly.

"Aha," Sam stopped his steps and grinned at the guard but frowned in his heart. With a stretch of his arm, he went like this with his hand, "I have a reservation with Dr. Jonathan Maxwell but I forgot to ask him the number of his office."

The guard looked Sam up and down another several seconds, then stopped a nurse passing by them. "Miss Morgan, can you please lead this sir to Dr. Jonathan's office?"

"No problem." The petite blonde girl, wearing the hermosa pink nurse suit, looked up at the tall and handsome young boy, curved her lips for a sweet smile, "This way, please."

Sam nodded to the guard and walked over following the nurse to the fourth floor. Before Sam wanted to ask something to her, the blonde pointed to the other end of the corridor, "Dr. Jonathan is in room 4020. If you need other help, you can find me in 2005. I'm Chas. Wish you a pleasant therapy."

"Thanks," Sam grinned, even to himself didn't know why he added, "I just came for counseling."

"Huh," the nurse smirked, "whatever, don't run about, some patients will get you nuts."

Sam rolled his eyes at the nurse's back, figured it was not funny to work in an asylum. He slightly knocked at the door of Dr. Jonathan's office, reserving what he could say to the doctor for consideration.