A/N: sorry it took me so long to update, but I kind of still have to figure out where this is going.  So, any ideas? Tell me. I appreciate any and all. READ AND REVIEW

Chapter three; Are You Insane If You're Right?

"Any witnesses?" Dean asked. Sam re-read the article. He nodded.

"Yeah, one. The girl… Tracey Scott. She saw the whole thing." Sam explained. "But I'm not sure we'll get to talk to her."

"Why not?" Dean asked, stopping the car at a red light. He looked around. There were no cars. So he just went through. After an accusing glare from Sam, Dean looked at his little brother. "Why…?" He asked again.

"Well, it says here she's in a mental institution… and it wasn't obligatory. She's obviously having some serious issues, I'm not sure how reliable of a source she'd be." Sam admitted. Dean shrugged.

"Well…she saw something, maybe we just need to convince her she's not crazy."

Storm Lake Psychiatric Ward

"What the hell kind of store sells scrubs?" Sam whispered. Dean grinned at him and walked up to the front desk. He took a quick peek at the lady's name tag.

"Morning, Greta." He said with a handsome smile. "You're looking lovely today." Greta looked up at him, her red hair cascading over her shoulder. She smiled.

"Do I know you?" She asked, her face still smiling pleasantly. Dean looked back at Sam and then at Greta.

"I guess it must get hard to keep everyone straight, all these handsome new interns coming in all the time." He leaned over the counter. "But um, I've been wanting to ask you something for a while…" Sam cleared his throat and Dean stepped on his foot. "You want to go out some time?" He asked. Greta's smile changed to a smirk. She handed them two identification cards.

"From now on, just tell me you lost them." She whispered, making sure he saw her wedding ring. Dean nodded.

"Thanks." He whispered and then walked away. He shoved the card into Sam's open hand. "Never underestimate my knowledge of women, Sammy my boy." They walked towards the psychiatric ward.

You never really know what to expect when you go see crazy people. Dean expected them all to be walking around, with helmets and mittens tied to their hands. He expected the floor to be covered in safety mat and anything and everything that could have been a weapon would he either wrapped in plastic or behind locked doors. Sam on the other hand expected them all to be tied to a bed, the entire room bare, the only sounds to be those of the patients agonized cries.

It was somewhere between that.

"That's her." Sam whispered, pointing to a girl with long black hair sitting on her bed, rocking back and forth, sitting in what would Dean would have considered the fetal position. "Let me talk to her." Sam whispered. Dean shook his head.

"No way man, I'm the cute one." Dean whispered and walked over to her. He sat next to her on her bed and she looked at him, dark circles around both eyes. She looked like she hadn't slept in days. "Hello Tracey, my name is Dean."

"I don't want to talk about it." She whispered and put her head back down. Dean looked across the room at Sam, who was currently having a stare down with another patient. Dean rolled his eyes. Sammy could be such a tool at times. "You know… don't you? What really happened... it wasn't Joy. Joy would never do something like that. Her eyes were green when she killed him, but Joy has brown eyes." She shook her head, putting it down again. "And this." She lifted her shirt slowly. She looked directly into Dean's eyes, shaking her head. "Mom and Step-daddy would never let me get a tattoo." She looked at it. "Uh uh. Nope." She ran her finger along what looked like an intricate tattoo. "She had one too. And he had the full one. It hurt. It won't come off."

"Tracey, who killed your friend?" Dean asked quietly. Tracey stared at him, her eyes twitching around the room every so often. She leaned in close to whisper in Dean's ear.

"She's still here, you know." She whispered. "She's got her eyes on you." Dean pulled away and looked at her. "You're dead." She whispered and started to laugh. She threw her head back and laughed and laughed. Dean watched her in horror. He almost sucker punched Sam when he grabbed his shoulder.

"Whoa, you okay?" Sam asked and grabbed Dean's fist. Dean nodded. Both brothers were extraordinarily pale.

"Uh, yeah, are you?" Dean asked. Sam shook his head. "What?"

"Let's just get out of here."

While Dean had been busy wooing the girl with a few missing brain cells Sam was trying to ward away the really bad vibe he was getting. He swore that man in the corner of the room was staring at him. Not just staring at him, but staring through him. He could see something. Something they had in common.

Sam took a step back when he got up from his bed. Of course, the one man who decides to go all psycho killer is the one without ankle straps binding him to the bed. He regarded Sam thoughtfully before grabbing his hand. Man, if he had to snatch the fly from the air he'd definitely be able to do it. 'You are ready young Grasshopper.' And Sam might have said it if he hadn't been so freaking weirded out by the whole thing.

"You see them too." He whispered, his eyes popping out of their sockets, or at least Sam thought they were.

"I don't… I don't know what you're talking about." Sam whispered and yanked his hand away.

"The visions. You see them." He whispered. He put his finger on Sam's forehead. "I see the blood, it never washes away, does it?" Sam pushed past him in time to see Dean freaking out.

Okay, time to leave. Sam knocked his hand down and started to walk towards his brother who was standing rigid. The man grabbed his arm and Sam turned. His eyes were white, like they were rolling back in his head and Sam's first thought was that he was having a stroke or something. But then they rolled back and they were black. Suddenly the gentle hold the man had had on Sam's arm turned into a vise grip.

"Your family will die, Samuel. You won't be able to stop that." Then he let go and his eyes faded back to normal. Sam stared at him, his eyes wide. The man staggered and looked at Sam curiously. "Can I help you?" The crazy man asked. "I all ready took my meds…" Sam shook his head and walked towards his brother, grabbing his arm and dodging the fist that was bound to follow it.

Dean was pale. Boy was he pale. He was as white as those walls. They needed to get out of there and fast.

"Whoa, you okay?" Sam asked and held Dean's fist gently, though he knew by the look on his brother's face that, "no, he wasn't okay." Dean swallowed and nodded slowly, dropping his fist to his side.

"Uh, yeah, are you?" Dean asked, breathing heavily. Sam shook his head, he was tempted to tell him about the crazy man's little episode. "What?" But the look on Dean's face proved to Sam that he had had just about all the weird he could handle for right now.

"Let's just get out of here."

A/N: Just so no one gets mad at me, I have never been to Storm Lake and I only know about it because I was looking for towns with unusual or creepy names and that was the best one I found. I have never been to Iowa, so basically everything I describe that is there would be my imagination. Sorry if I anger anyone, but I've never been out of the Northwest… well I've been to Mexico… but that won't help me here. 