This is another story I had finished after Asylum but never posted. This also was written before they found their father.

Rage

"Dean no!" Sam screamed and threw his hands up defensively right before he woke up. He looked over at his brother embarrassed. "Sorry." He had felt the car swerve off the road and knew he had startled his brother.

"Damn it Sammy! You got to do something about these nightmares of yours….What was this one about?" Dean looked over at Sam.

"Uh….nothing."

"It didn't sound like nothing to me…. Every night for the last three nights you've been waking up screaming at me in your dream. What the hell's going on?"

Sam swallowed hard as he remembered his dream, his brother pointing a gun at him and pulling the trigger. It was just a dream or was it? He had been having premonitions lately could this be one of them he wondered.

"How far?" He changed the subject.

"I'd say about twenty miles or so." Dean looked back at the highway; he knew it was hopeless to question Sam. When he was ready to talk about his nightmares he would.

They had been driving cross country due to a phone call from Matt Clarkson, a friend of their dad's. The man had been extremely upset and said he needed to talk to them, he said he knew the kind of work their dad was in and since he couldn't reach him he thought maybe they could help him. He explained to them that he had been passing through a small town in Madison, Pennsylvania and had stopped to eat at a diner. While there he had heard the patrons talking about a rash of killings and beatings that had happened in the town within the last few months, outstanding citizens suddenly attacking their family members or friends. Most had been killed; a few had lived but had been severely injured. Later the person would seem to come out of a trance and remember everything that had happened but told the police they had no control over their actions. They saw themselves doing the crime and tried to stop it but it was as if they couldn't control their own bodies. Clarkson himself was later arrested for beating a police officer nearly to death.

Forty minutes later

"Well here we are… Madison, Pennsylvania. Looks like a nice enough town." Dean said as he drove down the main street.

"Looks can be deceiving." Sam peered out the side window. "I say we find a library and read up on what's been going on."

Madison Public Library

Dean and Sam both sat in front of the microfilm reader. Sam slowly advanced the film starting from six months earlier trying to find any strange murders or beatings that had occurred in or around the town.

"Hold it." Dean said as he spotted an article.

Sam enlarged the print and focused in on the article, then read it.

"Robert Meadows, a prominent businessman, arrived home from work took an ax out of his backyard shed and began slaughtering his family during a neighborhood barbeque Monday afternoon. April Donley, Meadows neighbor, reported that he came home and by all appearances seemed fine. He then went into his shed and returned with the ax. She then stated that after the carnage was over he seemed shocked and fell to the grass crying. His exact words she said were 'I couldn't stop myself. I tried but I couldn't. Oh my God I killed my family'" Sam stopped reading and looked at Dean. "Possession?"

"I don't know. Usually with a possession the victim doesn't remember what happened."

"That's not always true. When that doctor possessed me back at that asylum I knew what I was doing and saying but ….I couldn't stop it."

"Yeah, I remember….I still owe you for that salt gun blast. I was picking salt out of my body for weeks."

"Hey, I told you I was sorry."

"Yeah." Dean looked back at the microfilm reader. "See if you can find another one."

Sam advanced the microfilm, and then stopped.

"This is almost a week later." He read the screen. "Joan Repperd, a nurse at the county hospital, arrived home at ten PM Saturday night. According to police she removed a baseball bat from her son's room and proceeded to murder her husband with it. The caption under the woman's picture says. 'I loved my husband…I don't know why I did it. I tried to stop but I couldn't'" Sam looked at Dean. "Two in less then a week." Sam continued looking and soon pulled up five more murders, all done by people who insisted that something came over them and they couldn't help themselves.

"Let's try the internet and see if you can find anything on there about the town itself."

First Sam printed out the articles about the murders then he spun his chair around and over to an internet computer and typed in Madison, Pennsylvania.

He then printed out the history and any legends connected with the area. When they were done they found a motel to stay at then headed over to the county jail. They had already called ahead posing as reporters from Harrisburg and had set up an interview with Matt Clarkson.

Madison County Prison

They showed their fake IDs and were ushered into a small interview room. A few minutes later Clarkson was brought in. A guard stood by the door but otherwise they were left alone. After introductions were made Dean began.

"So tell us what happened."

Clarkson looked up at them with red rimmed eyes.

"I…I'm not really sure." He shook his head and looked down for a few seconds before looking back up. "I was driving on the outskirts of town late at night and I guess I was exceeding the speed limit because a state cop pulled me over. I handed over my driver's license and then…." Clarkson's eyes filled up and he had to wait a few seconds before he could continue. "I got out of the car and….I just started to attack him."

"Why? What made you do it?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. It was like I was inside my body watching myself attack him. I couldn't control my body and what I was doing or saying ….it wasn't me…..I kept screaming at myself to stop but I couldn't. And…..and once he was down and wasn't going to get up….it was like I suddenly woke up."

"Anything unusual occur right before the attack?" Dean asked.

"What do you mean?"

Sam leaned forward.

"Did you feel a cold draft…or did your lights flicker…"

"Well actually both. Right outside of town my car lights kept going off and on and then….I felt this really cold air blowing over me….What does it mean?"

"We can't be sure but possibly a spirit could have possessed you." Sam said.

"Is that possible?"

"Yeah, believe me it's possible."

"Where did this happen?" Dean asked.

"Outside of town…right near the town cemetery."

TBC