Millie drove silently as Dean slept in the backseat; Sam was busy studying the map that lay open across the dash, "Rockford, Illinois; Only a few more hours til we get there." Millie heard him speak but she wasn't paying attention. Since their visit to the boys' childhood home...she couldn't get what Missouri had whispered in her ear off of her mind. "Everything will come together in the end. You just worry about being ready. Hard times are coming and they're coming fast. Not just for Sam; but for all of you." The words filled her with dread and confused her to no end. What was coming? Was she referring to the gate? How was she supposed to get ready? Why had she singled out Sam?
Sam's hand shot across her vision as he grabbed onto the wheel, jerking it towards him, "MILLIE! Fence!" Dean shot up in the back seat from the sudden movement; confused as to why his body was flinging about the backseat,"What the hell is going on?" Millie came to as the car moved back onto the road due to Sam's quick thinking, "Oh shit! I'm sorry. I'm sorry." After the shock of almost crashing wore off, Sam spoke first. "Are you okay? Would you like me to take over?" She shook her head, "No, I can drive. I was just...in my own world." Dean rubbed his eyes as he leaned up towards them, "Obviously. Are you sure you can drive? You aren't sleepy or something?" Again, she shook her head, "No. I'm alright. Promise.."The brothers exchanged glances as the ride continued. They had both noticed she seemed a little off since Kansas.
Sam blamed it on their Mom's spirit having been around; maybe she was wondering about her own mother.
Dean thought it had something to do with when she had been trapped in the closet by the spirit that had been in the house.
Soon the town sign came into view and Millie shifted in her seat. She wasn't too excited about this next case; especially because they had just fought one spirit and now here they were... Going to an Asylum. All of it due to the fact that Uncle John had sent Dean coordinates that brought the town up and he had seen the Asylum bookmarked in the journal. She knew her strange fears of some places were ridiculous since she hunted the supernatural for a living but come on. Who wouldn't be freaked out by an Asylum? The latest victim had been a police officer named Kelly. He had gone home after busting a group of kids for trespassing into the place and shot both his wife and himself. Sam had done a little digging and found the officer's partner, Daniel Gunderson, and his local hang out spot.
Millie sighed as she pulled Baby to a stop in the closest spot she could find. Dean had already come up with an idea and winked at the two as he got out of the car, "Everyone remember their roles?" She rolled her eyes, "Yeah." Sam chuckled as the two of them followed behind Dean, "It's only pretend...honey." Millie giggled as he said the word, "I know, babe." The 'couple' made their way to a spot further back and waited for their signal. Millie ordered a shot of liquid courage as they did so. Within a few minutes Millie found herself watching Sam chuck Dean into a group of guys not to far away from where she stood, "The man's an officer! Why don't you show a little respect?!" Dean acted hurt and walked away in another direction. Officer Gunderson leaned toward Sam, "You didn't have to do that." Sam turned around to face him, "Yeah, of course I did. That guy is a serious jerk," He motioned to the bar behind him, "Let me buy you a beer, huh?" Sam looked back at the bar and then over at Millie, a smile on his face, "Hun, what would you like?" She shrugged as she walked to the table, "A margarita would be nice." Sam added that to their order as they sat down. Officer Gunderson smiled with a nod, "Thanks."
Several hours later Sam and Millie had flirted their way into a lot of new information. Millie drunkenly bounced over to the car as Dean spoke, "Pushed me around pretty hard in there." Sam shrugged, "Had to make it look real. It's method acting." Dean looked at him confused, "What?" Millie chuckled, "Oh, nothing, but we found out a lot of good stuff. Officer Walter Kelly was a good cop. Married. Top of his class." Sam finished it up, "Even-keeled. Had a bright future ahead of him according to Gunderson." Dean nodded as he looked over at Mills, "What about at home?" She leaned against the car, "They had a few fights, like any couple, but it was mostly smooth sailing. They were even talking kids." Dean nodded to them both, "So either Kelly had some crazy waiting to bust out or something else did it to him." Sam began to tell him what all they had learned about the asylum as they drove to take a look.
Millie looked around at the fence as she crawled out of the car from behind Sam, "There doesn't seem to be a gate. Guess we will have to jump it." Dean nodded, "Yep, guess so. Sammie you first, then Mills and I'll go last." Sam immediately hoisted himself over and waited to help Millie down. She grasped her fingers around the cold, flimsy metal and began the climb. It took her a bit longer to reach the top but she didn't really care about that, "Oh my god… can you two, like, stop staring at me. You're making me nervous and I'm not the great at this in the first place." The brothers looked away as she began her decent and she jumped down once she reached a suitable height, "Done." Sam smirked at her as they waited for Dean to finish tossing himself over, literally. Millie couldn't help but catch a glimpse of his stomach as his shirt flew up a bit or think about how strong his arms must be. She shook her head as she fell behind them on the stairs and skipped a few to catch up.
The inside of the building was littered with garbage and graffiti. She grimaced, "Gawd, this looks terrible. Perfect place for a group of kids to hang out. Idiots." Dean chuckled and tapped her arm with his elbow, "Probably not just hanging out too." Sam spoke, "So, apparently the cops chased the kids here...to the south wing." Millie looked around and noticed a chained off area that was labeled South Wing. Another door looked like it use to have been chained up, "Isn't the south wing where those two kids died, too?" Dean nodded as he looked through the journal, "Yeah. Three kids came in here and only one made it out. Said his friend went crazy and started lighting up the place." Sam bit his cheek, "That would make this the heart of all the activity. If kids hang out here, why aren't there more deaths?" Millie motioned to the cut chains, "Cuz normally the doors are chained shut." Dean walked over closer to them, "Probably to keep people out...or keep something in."
Sam pushed the door open. Its' squeak creeped Millie out and she scooted closer to the guys as they all started to walk down the hallway. Dean's voiced filled the emptiness along with the sounds of their shoes scuffing the floor, "Okay Hayley Joel. Let me know if you see any dead people."Sam rolled his eyes, frustrated at the way Dean was acting about his..ability, "Dude, enough." In all honesty, Millie wasn't that worried about it. Sam hadn't ever given any cause for them to be alarmed...at least, not yet. Dean played it off with a small laugh, "I'm being serious. You've got to be careful. Ghosts are attracted to that whole E.S.P. thing you got." Sam waved his arms, "I told you, it's not E.S.P. I just have strange vibes sometimes, weird dreams." Dean kept walking as he read the EMF reader, "Yeah, whatever. Don't ask, don't tell." Millie tried to diffuse the tension, "Are you getting a reading on that thing?" He looked back at her, "Nope. Of course, it doesn't mean nobody's home." Millie nodded as she dodged a stray desk sitting in the hall, "Yeah, yeah. I know. Spirits can't come out at certain points in the day. The freaks come out at night." Dean nodded, "Sam. Who do you think is the hotter psychic? Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt or you?" Sam punched him in his back as they all turned the corner. Dean laughed heartily, leading the group into a room. It was full of all kinds of hospital stuff. Millie had only begun to think what they could have been used for when Dean said it out loud, "Electroshock, lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kind of like my man Jack in, "Cuckoo's nest." Millie puffed her lips out, "That movie was depressing."
Millie picked up an abandoned doll with no head, "Really?" She tossed it back down, "What do you guys think? Possessions?" Sam looked over at her, "Maybe. Maybe it's more like the Amityville or the Smurl haunting." Dean nodded, as he turned towards the both of them, "Spirits driving them insane. Kind of like my man Jack in, "The Shining." Millie smirked as she rolled her eyes. Sam chuckled softly, "Dean...when are we going to talk about it?" Dean looked confused, "Talk about what?" Sam responded quickly, "About the fact that dad's not here." Dean nodded slowly, "Uh, let's see. Never." Shaking his head Sam sighed, "I'm being serious, man." Dean looked him straight in the eye, "So am I, Sam. Look, he sent us here. He obviously wants us here. We'll just have to pick up the search later." Millie turned away to try and give them both some privacy when Sam spoke again, "It doesn't matter what he wants." Dean voice echoed around as she looked at the dirt and dust covered tables, "See, that attitude right there. That is why I always got the extra cookie." Sam spoke exasperated, "Dad could be in trouble. We should be looking for him. We deserve some answers. I mean, come on Dean, this is our family we are talking about." Dean raised his voice a bit, "I understand that, Sam, but he's given us an order-"So we've got to always follow dad's orders?" Sam interrupted him. Dean answered his question, as he walked away to look at something, "Of course we do."
Millie turned back around as Dean picked up a name plate, "Sanford Ellicott. You know what we got to do...we have to find out more about the south wing. See if something happened here." He thrust the plate into Sam's chest as he walked by and out of the room. Millie followed the quietly back to the car. Millie spoke from the backseat, "So? We are we heading.." Dean looked into the rear-view mirror as they headed back to town, "Library, See if there are any relatives of Sanford still in town." She nodded, "Okay, sounds good." Within the next few hours she found herself waiting outside a psychiatrist's building. Sam had gone in a few minutes ago to see the son of Sanford, James. She sighed, "How long do you think it's going to take?" Dean shrugged, "Who knows since hes a shrink. 30 minutes maybe?" She nodded, "Well, that settles that decision then." She took off down the sidewalk. Dean made to ask where she was going but chuckled when she stopped in front of a street vendor and bought some slushies.
She smiled as she walked back, "Here." She handed him one as she leaned against the wall next to him. He smirked at her, "Thanks, Mills. I was getting kind of thirsty." She slurped up a mouthful before speaking, "You're welcome! Remember that time we went to the carnival on that case in Michigan a few years back. Just the two of us?" He nodded while using the spoon end of the straw to steal some of hers, "Yeah, that was a fun night." She giggled, "Yeah, yeah it was. You scared that kid so bad that he dropped his ice cream on the ground. Forget giant elephants and creepy clowns. The guy with a potato launcher was the scariest thing there." He laughed at the thought, "It was you who made it a competition to see how many balloons you could shoot with that thing." She nodded, "And I lost. You have always had better aim than me." He shrugged his shoulders a bit, "But you handle yourself really well out there, Millie. With what we do; sometimes its better to have brains than a good aim." She smiled softly over at him, willing herself not to want to kiss him right now, "Thanks. Sometimes I think that too. Other times I'm reaching for that gun of mine." He nodded knowing what she was talking about. Together the two of them continued to reminisce and badger each other over past mistakes. Millie playfully punched him in his arm before looking at her phone, "Gawd, Sam has been in there for over an hour." Dean stood up and glanced toward the floor he was on, "Maybe he fell asleep on the couch." She smiled but could see his jaw tense. It made her nervous too; it shouldn't be taking that long. Unless...Sam was actually talking to him, as in a session.
She threw the plastic cups away and then paced in front of the doors waiting on Sam. Finally what seemed like ages passed before he came sauntering out. Millie walked up to him, "you were in there forever!" Dean came from around the corner, "What the hell were you talking about?" Sam kept walking but glanced back at them, "Just the hospital, you know." Millie wrapped her arm around his, "And?" He smiled briefly at her, "And the south wing, it's were they housed the real hard cases-the psychotics, the criminally insane." Dean nodded sarcastically, "Sounds cozy." Sam continued, "Yeah, and one night in '64 they rioted. Attacked the staff and attacked each other." Millie tsked as they neared the car, "So, the patients took over the asylum...any deaths?" Sam looked down at her, "Some patients and some staff. I guess it was pretty gory; some of the bodies were never recovered, including our chief of staff, Ellicott." Dean turned to face him, "What do you mean never recovered?" Sam leaned against the car, "Cops scoured every inch of the place, but I guess the patients must have stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden." Dean grimaced, "That's grim." Sam agreed, "So they transferred all the surviving patients and shut down the hospital for good." Millie pursed her lips, "We've got a bunch of violent deaths and unrecovered bodies." Dean nodded, "Which could mean a bunch of angry spirits." Millie slapped the trunk of the car, trying to seemed enthused at spending the night in an asylum, "Good times. Let's check out the hospital tonight."