A/N: I had a two-hour break today between classes and I just couldn't stop writing! Just a warning, this one gets gory, but you already knew that obviously since this fic is rated M. Please review, it helps a lot!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SAM OR DEAN WINCHESTER THEY BELONG TO THE WRITERS OF SUPERNATURAL. THE OCs, HOWEVER ARE MINE.

Porter's Motel

5:27 p.m.

Alice walked into the hotel room, Mel following close behind her. They had just gotten done having dinner at a local restaurant after a long day's research on both their parts. Alice headed straight for the small desk in the room, picking up the file and notes she had been keeping on the case.

"Let's go over what we have and then head to the asylum. Sooner we get this done, the more likely that we'll be out of here before those other hunters even knew what hit them." Mel said, nodding slightly toward the file her sister was holding.

"You first. That way we can hook your leads into mine- better to start out with the most recent problem at hand." Alice replied.

"Andrew was giving off one of those lying vibes so I pushed him around a little. Acted like I was an undercover cop and he could be arrested for telling false information to an officer. You wanna know what he told me? He did hear a voice, unlike he told our rivals. Wellons was screaming something, a name." Mel plopped down on the side of the bed as she spoke, crossing her legs. "Cassie."

"Cassie?" Alice's eyes lit up, her attention quickly going to the file as she leafed through it. That's Wellons' wife...when I went to the old folk's home-"

"You went where? Did you find a living relative?" Mel inquired quickly.

"Yes, his granddaughter, Missy. She mentioned that her mother had told her about conflict between her parents. There's a whole bunch of nasty stuff all through this family's tree."

"Give me a quick summary."

"Okay well Wellons and Cassie only had one daughter, Annabel. Annabel got married and had three kids, George, Lily, and Missy, in that order. George dies in a car accident at 16 and Lily died of self-inflicted blunt-force trauma to the head in a mental ward. Missy's the only survivor of her siblings."

"So Lily was psychotic and so was her grandfather...no coincidence there, it must run in the family."

"But Wellons wasn't just labeled psychotic, he actually was as a kid. His medical records show that when he was younger, he was mentally ill and often would capture and kill small animals in his backyard, beheading them and dissecting them for fun. Even did it to the neighbor's cat. Apparently he got help for his issues and afterward was so inspired, he decided to become a psychiatrist himself."

"So he could help people like him. Then when he's head honcho of the asylum he has a mental break and goes back to being a psycho."

"Exactly. Cassie knew about it. She knew about all of it and Missy told me that her mother often heard her screaming at Wellons, telling him she hated what he was doing. Even after the fire and Wellons' disappearance, she didn't get along with him. She even called off the search early; she wanted him gone."

"Psycho doctor betrayed by his wife...definitely vengeful spirit material. So now we know he beheads and dissects his victims, so that's probably what happened to the other two girls Andrew was with. We already know it happened to Isabel."

"Their bodies are probably where Wellons' is, but we have no idea where to start for that one. He could be anywhere."

"Looks like we'll need to get a good start. Let's head out now, we have ourselves some thing to kill and some hunters to beat."

Alice smiled and loaded a pistol. "You got that right."

N. Hallow Rd

6:03 p.m.

"Okay, shoot. What'd you find out about the asylum?" Dean asked as the two sat in the Impala, making their way down the road. Sam had taken a few books out from the library on the building's history and looked through them while Dean had prepared the guns and equipment for the hunt.

"Well it's definitely going to take a while to find the body, I mean this place is like a maze. Three floors, 4 different wards, over 300 rooms- we've got our work cut out for us." Sam explained, skimming some notes he had taken down.

"Awesome, any other bad news you wanna hit me with? 'Cause I'm so used to it lately, it all sounds the same." Dean commented angrily, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.

Sam made a face. "Uh...well now that you mention it we are going into this kind of blind. We have no information on Wellons other than Andrew's testimony and what I found on the web. With that other hunter taking the file, she really-"

"Screwed us, I know. And that's another thing, the bitch could be working with other people. There could be a group of them for all we know. This whole thing's jacked up." Dean turned into the large graveled area outside of the asylum, parking the car.

"Yeah, but it doesn't change the fact that we have to do this, Dean. Other people could die and we can't risk that."

"Yeah, yeah, I know...son of a bitch." An old red Camry had just pulled in about the same time they did. Dean's eyes narrowed until he could make out who they were. "They're chicks. Hunter chicks, well that's just great."

Sam looked confused, then surprised as the two women got out of the car. "Wait a second, Dean I know them..."

"What?" Dean looked at him like he was crazy.

"Last night at the bar when I went for a walk I bumped into this girl on accident...I'm pretty sure that's her and the other one's her sister, I think." Sam shook his head. "This is weird, man."

"I'll say. You really know how to pick 'em, Sammy that girl's a real bitch and I'm sure the other one is just as peachy." He sighed and got out of the car.

Sam noticed that both of them were looking their way, facial expressions different, Mel was casting a glare toward Dean while Alice was giving Sam a look of mingled surprise and resentment.

"Alice?" Sam asked, still not believing that the pretty girl he had bumped into at the bar last night would be a hunter; she looked too innocent.

"Sam...I didn't think you were part of this." She cast a glance at her sister. "Looks like we found the other hunters."

"And it looks like we've found the assholes that stole our file." He gave Alice the go-screw-yourselves smile. "Thanks for that."

"Oh, can it, douchewad. This is our hunt so you and your brother need to back the hell off." Mel interjected, hand clenching into a fist.

"No way, smartass, this is our hunt you back off." Dean countered.

"Look, why don't we all just calm down and talk this out. Maybe we could work together, it's not safe for you two to go in there alone-" Sam started to say, only for Alice to interrupt.

"Not safe? Excuse you, we're hunters, just like you and just as good as you. If you think just because we're women and you're 'big strong men' that you get to have this hunt, then you'd be wrong." she was glaring now, obviously insulted. "Don't pull that with us it won't work."

Sam was honestly taken aback by her outburst, she hadn't seemed like the type. If anything, he had assumed she would back him up and calm Dean and Mel down. "I wasn't trying to insult you, I'm sorry I was just saying that it would be safer for all of us-"

"Don't bother, Sammy, they're too hard-headed. Besides, I'd rather die than work with that." He motioned toward Mel, whom he had quickly come to loathe in the past five minutes. The feeling was mutual.

"You might die soon if you keep talking like that." Mel replied, taking a threatening step toward him.

Alice cast a nervous glance at her sister before returning her gaze to Sam. "Thanks for your concern, but we're going in regardless. Let's go, Mel." She turned and started for the entrance. Mel soon followed after glaring one last time at Dean.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Dean started grumbling angrily. "Looks like it's first to the finish, then. We're gonna beat those stupid bitches I swear. C'mon, let's do this."

He stomped off toward the entrance. Sam stayed behind for a moment, inwardly sighing. Things had taken a turn for the worst and he couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed that Alice had reacted to him like that. He hadn't meant to insult her. 'Guess she just doesn't like me.' he thought, starting to walk toward the asylum.

As he passed under the doorway behind Dean, a sudden and familiar head-splitting pain erupted in his skull, making Sam grunt and almost fall over. He clutched his head, squinting his eyes shut against the almost unbearable agony.

"Sammy!? Sam, you okay?" Dean was at his side instantly, but Sam couldn't hear him, he was already somewhere else.

Alice was standing in what looked like a concrete room next to her sister. The walls were dirty and caked with grime and remnants of dried blood. She was in deep conversation with Mel, a look of worry on her face.

"We're gonna get through this, Alice, okay? We're tough and we have an advantage." Mel comforted her.

"I know, I just hate this." Alice sighed, hugging herself with her arms. "Not knowing when or how I'm going to die...I mean, you know how terrified I am of that. I'm the worst possible person for this job."

"Alone, maybe but not with me with you. We're a dynamic duo, Al! I'd never let anything happen to you, you know that." Mel's normally serious expression turned to one of sisterly fondness.

"I know."

"Now let's find this corpse and burn it before the boys do. Show 'em who's boss."

Alice smiled. "Yeah, let's kick their asses." She went to take a step and froze. "Do you hear that?"

Mel listened, then nodded. "Sounds like-"

"CAAASSSIIEEEE!" the angry wail became louder until the ghost of what used to be John Wellons materialized out of thin air, brandishing a rusty, bloodstained axe.

Alice's scream was cut short into a gurgle as the head of the axe buried itself deep in her neck. It hit her with such force that she was pushed up against the wall, causing the axe to crunch deeper, sending pulsing sprays of warm, sticky blood gushing out of her throat as it severed her windpipe, arteries, and spinal cord all at once. Her eyes were wide, mouth gaping and twitching as her last reflexes made her try to gasp for breath, but she didn't have lungs anymore. The lower half of her body dropped to the floor, spreading a crimson puddle from the stump of her neck while her head still teetered helplessly on the top of the axe blade. The ghost disappeared with a crazed chuckle and his weapon went with him, sending Alice's head plummeting to the floor with a loud, wet, crack.

Mel stood shock-still, eyes wide and mouth open in silent terror before she finally let out a blood-curdling scream that burst through the walls.

Sam gasped at the scream in his ears, his hands shaking with the horror of what he had just witnessed. For a second, he didn't remember which was reality. The screams had seemed so real...

"Sam!? Sam!"

It was Dean's panicked voice that brought him to the present. He breathed in shakily and slowly straightened himself up, looking out of it. Things had just taken a turn for the worst outcome possible.

"I'm fine, Dean...I'm fine." Sam assured him, not meeting his brother's eyes because he was sure his own were filled with tears. He closed his eyes and righted himself. A surge of urgency hit him and he turned back to Dean with a grim expression. "We have to find them. Now." He stated, his voice stern. It shook slightly as he continued.

"I just saw Alice die."