A/N: This is where things start getting serious! So buckle up guys ;)

I love having long breaks between classes so I can write these, I was afraid I wouldn't have time. Anyway, please review, any comment helps! :D

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

6:33 p.m.

Alice and Mel made their way down the dim hallway, glancing into rooms as they passed them. Some of them were locked tightly shut and Alice found herself hoping that what they needed to find wouldn't be behind one of them.

"Can you believe those assholes? The shorter one just wouldn't let it go, would he? Ugh, men..." Mel angrily grumbled.

"I know. He's a real jerk, but I'm not so sure about Sam, he's more of an un-knowing jerk. He doesn't do it on purpose, at least." Alice mused.

"Either way, I don't ever want to see their sorry asses ever again."

"Hate to break it to you, but we probably will. We're both looking for the same thing, it's just a matter of who gets there first."

"Well then let's show them how much better than them we really are and get there before they do- ugh..." Mel's nose wrinkled suddenly. "You smell that?"

Alice paused for a moment and sniffed the air. "Not really, what is- oh my God, never mind. I smell it."

Mel took a few steps forward and poked her head into a room before heading in. Alice reluctantly followed, dreading what was inside. She hated corpses. They always made her sick. Normally, corpses were Mel's thing and the killing fell on Alice's shoulders, with Mel backing her up. As soon as she stepped into the room, she was greeted with a severed head in her face, dangling by it's blood-soaked and grimy blonde hair from Mel's hand.

"Look, I found Angela." she said, an amused tone in her voice.

Alice shuddered and felt bile raise in her throat. Angela had been dead for almost a week now and the smells her head were giving off would be enough to knock down a horse. "Mel, stop!" she warned, gagging.

Mel made a face and glanced at the head. "It's just a severed head, Al. We're used to this kind of thing, I don't get why it grosses you out so bad."

"Just- please get it away from me or I'm gonna.." Alice swallowed and turned away with her eyes shut to try and pass the nausea.

"Okay, sorry." She put the head back on the ground before reaching into her bag to grab her hand sanitizer.

Alice breathed a shaky sigh and felt the wave of sickness slowly fade. Her eyes flew open as she heard footsteps in the hall. "Shit." she cursed under her breath.

"Where do you think they went?" she heard man's voice say. He sounded disgruntled. 'Probably Dean.' Alice thought.

"I don't know, Dean but we have to find them soon or-" Sam stopped as he passed a room and spotted the girls inside. "Thank God."

"Oh, great. What the hell do you two want?" Mel glared.

Dean went to open his mouth to retort, but Sam held up a hand to stop him. "I need to talk to Alice. Alone." Sam said.

"What? Why? If there's something you want to say to me just say it in front of-"

"Alice, please." Sam pleaded, looking slightly distraught.

She blinked, confused by the emotion in his voice and the concern in his eyes. "Uh...okay." she turned to Mel. "I'll be right back."

"Oh yes please, leave me with the angry dwarf." Mel complained.

"Hey, I'm not too thrilled either, bitchface." Dean commented.

Their voices faded as Alice followed Sam into the hall. As soon as they were out of earshot, Sam turned to her, expression serious.

"There's something important I need to tell you." he said quickly.

Alice was honestly a little concerned. His whole demeanor had changed since she had last saw him outside. Something was definitely very wrong. Though she had snapped at him earlier and still harbored some dislike toward him, she wasn't the kind of person to ignore someone in a situation like this.

"Okay...go ahead. Is everything okay with you?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Me? Uh...honestly, I'm not too sure right now but that's not the point. The thing is that I have these visions.."

"Visions? Like psychic stuff?"

"Yeah and I had one just a little bit ago and that's why we came to find you-"

"Wait. Hold on. We're not exactly friends here, why'd you come to talk to me about it? I'm sure your brother is the one you should be having this confessional to, not me." Alice was starting to feel a little awkward with the whole conversation. Mostly, she just thought the stress of the job had gotten to him and he was probably losing it.

"It's not a confessional, it's a warning. Alice, I had a vision about you. I saw you die." Just saying that made Sam cringe a little from the memory.

"You...what?"

"If my vision comes true...you die today. Which is why-"

"Wow, y'know I thought you were actually trying to make friends here but seriously?" Alice interrupted, looking angry and a little hurt. "You really think I'm that stupid to believe any of this? I don't scare that easy and I'm not stupid enough to fall for it so if you think I'm giving this hunt to you and calling it quits then you can go screw yourself."

She turned to leave but Sam caught her arm. He had to make her understand. The second he touched her, she jerked her arm away, glaring furiously. "Don't touch me." she said through her teeth.

"You didn't let me finish. I was going to say we need to work together to get through this. I'm not lying to you, I swear. I wouldn't lie about this."

Alice stood there for a few minutes, studying him. His eyes were sincere and had a desperateness in them. She felt all the fight leave her and shame take it's place for her misunderstanding. "I...you're not lying, are you?"

Sam shook his head. "I'm not." he said sincerely.

Alice's thoughts wandered as she finally put together everything he had said before. "You...saw me die. I die today..."

"No, you don't. I won't let you die, I promise."

A weak smile graced Alice's lips before she frowned slightly. "I'm sorry for snapping at you. I thought you were an ass, but you're not."

Sam smiled, looking unsure. "Thanks?"

Alice let out a small laugh. "Don't take my attitude too personally, I treat most guys like that. Anyway...we should probably get back before those two kill each other."

"Oh crap...yeah, we should." Sam gave her a glance before heading back toward the room. She followed soon after. When they walked in, Mel was looking daggers at Dean from across the room. They were both on separate sides, looking like two animals that each wanted the other dead.

"Finally! Come on, Al, we're getting away from these assholes." Mel said, grabbing her bag.

"Wait." Sam said. "I was thinking that all four of us could work together. I mean, you two know the details about Wellons and Dean and I know all about the asylum. That way we have all the information, not just half."

"Like hell we will. I'd rather get killed by the damn ghost than work with you two." Mel replied, spite in her voice.

"Actually, Mel, I agree with Sam. We should work together, it would benefit all of us." Alice said, then she looked slightly nervous and added, "And it would be safer."

Mel seemed caught off guard by her sister's sudden change of heart. "What? Did he brainwash you?"

"He didn't have to, it makes sense. We were stupid to go into this alone, I mean I know we're strong, but this thing goes after women."

"You know we have an advantage, Alice. It doesn't matter."

"It does matter. I'm going with them, Mel, what are you doing?"

Mel looked conflicted and turned her gaze toward Dean. "You agree with this? 'Cause I sure as hell don't want to work with you."

"Trust me, sweetheart, the feeling is mutual, but I agree with those two. It'd be best if we stick together."

Mel sighed. "Alright, fine. We'll work together." Then, when Alice smiled, she added, "But that doesn't mean I'm going to like it."

Dean shrugged. "Works for me." He turned and headed out of the room. "Let's get going then. I wanna gank this thing before midnight."

Mel rolled her eyes and followed, not caring if Alice was following. At the moment, she was a little ticked at her sister. Alice sighed a little, knowing just by Mel's walk that she was angry. She followed Sam once he left the room. As they walked down the hall, Sam slowed his pace a little to walk next to Alice.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked. He had noticed Mel's coldness toward her saw how crestfallen she looked.

"Yeah, I guess. I will be soon at least."

Sam nodded and turned his attention back to the corridor in front of them. Both Dean and Mel were stopped by a large doorway, looking wary. Dean motioned for them to get over there.

"Hey, I think they found something." Sam said quietly, quickening his pace.

Alice followed, glancing at Mel when she got close enough. "What is it?" she whispered.

"Two ghosts. Both nurses. They look like they'd be the vengeful type.." Mel replied softly. Apparently her anger had subsided.

"A lot of them must of died here..." Sam added, voice lowered.

Alice took a cautious step forward to peek her head around and get a good look, but her foot landed on the glass rounded side of an old syringe. It rolled forward, pitching her backward as the syringe flew forward and hit the wall loudly. She braced herself for her back to hit the hard concrete floor, but she hit something soft instead. Sam had caught her on reflex.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah.." she replied breathlessly, caught off guard by how warm and comforting his arms felt. He slowly helped her back into standing position and let go. "Thanks."

Sam smiled a little in reply.

"Uh, guys...we have a problem." Dean said. "They heard us."

Loud, female screeching and cackling echoes through the hall as the two specters burst from the room. They were gruesome to the eye, dressed in soiled and blood-soaked white linen dresses. One's stomach was ripped clean open and her guts haphazardly hung from the wound, some making terrible dragging noises on the floor. The other's eye hung out of the socket and her jaw was completely missing, so all that came out of her was a sickening gurgling noise. Mel and Dean backed away to the other side of the doorway, the ghosts now separating Sam and Alice from them. The jaw-less woman gurgled and flew at Mel and Dean as they sprinted off down the hallway. Sam stared in horror at the ghost that remained as she made her way toward them, her guts dragging. Alice was still, terrified.

"Run." he said, starting to back up. When Alice didn't move, he grabbed her hand and pulled her, taking off down the hall.

The ghost nurse screeched and took off after them, stumbling at times over her own body. Sam whipped around a corner and headed quickly into the first room he saw, pressing himself to the wall next to the door. Alice stood beside him, unknowingly gripping his hand with her fear. She couldn't stop thinking that this might be when she would die. Slowly, the screeching faded and the only sound was their breathing.

"We lost her." Sam said, relieved.

Alice's eyes widened, realizing the situation. "We also lost Mel and Dean..."

The ghosts had separated them completely from each other. They were now on their own.