Author- Luna P aka Nikki
Rating- R/M, still don't get the new rating system --U
Warnings- Wincest, angst, language, I think the incest is the major thing here, oh and there's slash n.n enjoy.
Disclaimer- Ah, not again, nope I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters, infact the only thing I own is the plot, I hope that's something n.n
Summary- What exactly did Sam say to Dr Ellicot and what if Dean somehow found out?
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, hope you all got the little messages I sent you, thanks for the reviews and here is the next chapter n.n
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Rosenkreuz
Dean sighed heavily as he rocked the tape inbetween his forefinger and thumb, contemplating what to do with it. He could destroy it, burn it and forget everything about it, forget that it had ever even existed. Or, he could remove the Metallica tape currently playing in the Impala's radio and replace it with the tape in his hand. With a deep breath and a shaking hand he reached forward, pressing the eject button and staring blankly at the end of the Metallica tape. Sighing he gently pulled it out, going to replace it with the other tape when the passenger door was flung open and Sam slid back into the Impala.
Returning the tape to his pocket Dean picked up one of his Led Zeppelin ones and slid it into the tape player as if that had been his intention all along. Sam however did not even notice the tapes being switched as he studied a newspaper before dropping it into Dean's lap and closing his door. Dean lifted the newspaper and glanced over it quickly, shrugging softly and looking over at Sam who just stared at him expectantly. Obviously knowing something that his older brother did not.
"What exactly am I looking at Sammy?" Dean asked as he returned his gaze to the newspaper, the younger male sighed and reached behind them, lifting their dad's journal from the back seat and flipping it open as he started looking for a certain page that he had noticed before.
"Well I was talking to the woman in the shop and apparently there have been several unexplained incidents down at the Rosenkreuz Asylum,"
"What kind of incidents?" Dean asked, noting how the newspaper said absolutely nothing about any 'incidents' or any Asylums. Sam turned to look at him with a slight smile.
"I don't know, the woman wouldn't go into any more detail once she realised that I wasn't from around here. So I brought the local newspaper, there's nothing about it in there either,"
"Maybe she was just winding you up, playing a trick on you because you're an outsider, people in small towns have been known to do that. Make up stories, it's happened to me more than once." Dean explained as he dropped the newspaper onto the back seat and pulled out of the car park.
"That's what I thought, but then I realised that I remembered the word Rosenkreuz from somewhere, that I'd seen it before, read about the Asylum." Sam explained as he stopped flipping through the journal, "and I have, in dad's journal, he's tagged it," Sam said, when Dean reached a red light he quickly glanced down at the page that Sam was looking at.
"What does it say?" Dean asked returning his gaze to the light that had suddenly switched to green,
"It doesn't say anything much, just that there were a couple of unexplained incidents that had happened there, that people had died and no one could work out why. The local police said that it was the work of a serial killer and that they had apprehended a suspect but from what Dad says no one was ever arrested in connection to these deaths. Meaning that either the police were covering something up or had no idea what had happened and were just trying to convince the townspeople that everything was ok," Sam said as he closed the journal and leant back in his seat.
"Ok well that gives us a lot to go on, do we even know where the Asylum is? The past of the place? Anything?" Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hair shrugging softly as he leant his head against the window.
"Uh, the Asylum is tucked away on the very edge of the town, somewhere in the woods, I guess the townspeople didn't really like the idea of parading the fact that they had some… slightly unstable people in the town. Other than that we have absolutely nothing to go on." Sam admitted,
"Not good for business I guess," Dean sighed, "well, we should probably find some of the local hang outs, try to find out as much information from the towns people as possible. Starting out with the most recent incidents and working our way back. Then we'll have to try and find out as much information as we can from local records, police reports, newspaper stories, coroners reports, whatever we can find. After that we can go to the Asylum check the place out and if there's anything supernatural in there, we can blow it to hell." Dean explained,
"Ok, where should we start?"
"There's a bar coming up, I'm thinking we could start there."
"Surprise, surprise," Sam muttered softly as Dean pulled into the car park of the local bar. Dean just rolled his eyes and shrugged.
"Got to start somewhere Sam, may aswell make some money at the same time," Dean chuckled as he slipped out of the car and strolled towards the entrance. Sam just sighed as he watched his brother walk away, on the positive side they were talking, but it was only about work and Sam didn't know about Dean but this whole Asylum thing really had him on edge. It was an understatement to say that they had had bad experiences with Asylums in the past. Shaking the thoughts away Sam reached into the back and picked up their father's journal once again. Flipping back to the page about the Asylum.
It wasn't unusual for small communities to try and keep a dark past hidden, after all, as Dean had said it wasn't exactly good for business to have a bloodied past. Was even worse to have that past come back to bite you in the ass. Still Sam couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right here, since when could anyone gag the media? He wasn't sure how much time had passed before Dean returned, waving a wad of cash in Sam's face and chuckling as he slid the money into his back pocket.
"So, did you find anything out?" Sam asked, closing the journal,
"There weren't many people in there, one woman said that she knew that something bad had happened there in the past and that some people had died there a few weeks ago but that she didn't really know herself. Apparently the older people in the town don't like to talk about the old place much. A young male reporter whose money I won, told me that he had been going to write the story but apparently the editor refused to run it. Saying that it wasn't important and would be a waste of time to investigate it, they put him on another story and have been paying pretty close attention to his work. Sound strange to you?"
"A little, do you think the whole town is trying to keep it quiet?"
"Looks that way, at the moment I think our best bet is to find out what happened to those people a few weeks back and what happened in the past. The elders aren't willing to talk to us and the younger people who are don't have a lot to say on the matter so I guess we're stuck with records." Dean explained as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot,
"It's getting late, the library will be closed by now we should find a motel and see what we can dig up on the Internet. Then head out to the library tomorrow," Sam suggested, Dean just nodded catching site of a sign for a nearby motel and following the directions that were printed on it. "It's strange though, not many towns are this testy over local legends or dark pasts. I don't get it, why didn't dad find out more about this, why is he sending us here now?"
"I don't know, maybe they had everything sealed up really tight back then or he had to leave and go check out something else and just never made it back. Whatever the reason we're here now and whether it be supernatural or not I'm kinda intrigued to find out what happened in this shitty little place." Dean explained, putting on the windscreen wipers as it started to rain. Sam ran a hand through his hair before leaning his head against the window again.
"I don't know what it is Dean but I have this feeling that something's not right here,"
"It could be your feminine intuition" Dean joked, smirking at Sam who just rolled his eyes.
"Ha, ha, very funny," Sam ground out sarcastically, glaring over at Dean, when the elder male turned his gaze back to the road however the glare turned into a soft smile. He'd missed this, and although he knew that Dean was only doing it to make Sam believe that everything was ok between them he was grateful for it. Because it felt good for things to be back to normal, even if it was only on the surface of things and even if it was only for a little while, whilst they were distracted by work.
It didn't take long to get to the motel and the time was filled with humorous banter between the two brothers. With a slight sigh Dean parked the car and went to ask about a room, Sam just watched him walk away, completely entranced with the way his brother moved. Realising that to any other human being it would appear that he had been ogling Dean Sam turned away, blinked several times and ran his hand over his face before slipping out of the car and leaning against it. Staring at the sky as light raindrops hit into him,
Infact he was so out of it that he didn't notice Dean return with a key, didn't notice the frown that crossed his elder brothers face as he caught sight of him. And he didn't notice how Dean turned that frown into his trademarked smile, masking how he truly felt once again. With a deep intake of breath Dean waltzed over to where the younger male was stood, standing beside him and following Sam's gaze upwards, trying to see what Sammy was finding so interesting. He couldn't.
"What the fuck are we looking at?" Dean asked playfully causing Sam to jump about a mile and bite his bottom lip to stop himself from screaming out. Dean just smirked, seemingly proud with how he had terrified his baby brother. "Got to keep your wits about you Sam, I could have killed you then," Dean explained softly, walking over to the trunk of the car and popping it open grabbing their duffel bags and throwing one to Sam.
"Yeah I know, I just drifted off was all, thinking about all this, I don't get it." Sam lied, he hadn't been thinking about any of that but he didn't really want to tell Dean the truth, because he didn't know how he would take it.
"Well don't, come on, we've got work to do," Dean said and the harshness of it startled Sam a little, things had been fine a while ago, and though he knew it wouldn't last forever he didn't think that it would resort back to this quite yet. "Sam, you alright?" Sam sighed in relief; Dean sounded more worried than anything else. The younger just smiled and nodded; maybe they could play pretend for just a little longer.
The motel room was just like any of the others they had stayed in, dark and poorly decorated, but they were used to it, it almost felt like home. Sam brushed past Dean as he walked over to the table in the corner of the room, placing the bag with his laptop in down on the table as Dean locked the door. As the computer loaded up he removed his jacket, dumping it next to his duffel bag before returning his attention to the laptop.
"Ok, so what exactly am I looking for?" Sam asked as Dean removed his leather jacket and draped it over the edge of the bed. The elder just rolled his eyes and walked over to the table muttering some sort of remark like 'how old are you again?' Sam smiled softly and let it slide, returning his attention to the search engine. He felt Dean behind him, felt his arms drape over his shoulders and brush his hands as he typed in various words that for some reason, at that point in time, Sam couldn't understand the meaning of.
"Well, we're looking for information about the Rosenkreuz Asylum right?" Sam nodded, shivering slightly as Dean's breath drifted across his skin, warming the flesh and making it tingle. "So we type in Rosenkreuz Asylum and hit search," Dean explained, growling slightly at how many files were brought up. "Ok then, since I doubt the info we're looking for is going to be on a German website we'll have to limit it down," Dean explained, then typed in the name of the town followed by the Asylum. A handful of links were brought up this time and Dean moved away, patting Sam's shoulder. "There ya go bro, check those out,"
"What are you going to do?" Sam asked,
"Well, I'm hungry and I'm guessing that you are too, I saw a take out place not far from here and was going to swing round and get us something to eat." Dean explained, grabbing his jacket and his car keys. Sam caught sight of a rectangular shaped object in the right hand pocket of the jacket and frowned slightly but thought nothing of it. Returning his gaze to the screen of the laptop.
"Ok, be careful," Sam instructed as Dean left the motel room, the door slamming shut behind him. Sam sighed heavily and let his head fall into his hands. What was going on with them? One minute they were at each others throats, the next they were laughing and joking like usual, and inbetween they were… Sam wasn't sure what they were doing… all he knew was it felt so fucking good to have Dean's hands on him, Dean's breath ghosting over his skin. Sighing and shaking the thoughts away Sam returned his attention to the laptop.
Dean ran his hand through his hair as he slipped into the Impala; closing the door and letting his head fall back against the seat. He loved Sam, but he couldn't keep this charade up any longer, couldn't stay in the same room as him and pretend that everything was ok when it wasn't. With a low growl he turned the keys in the ignition and sped out of the car park, the minute the car came to life the radio came on and the Led Zeppelin tape from earlier picked up where it had left off. As he drove he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel in time to the music, singing along. It was a small town and no one else was on the road with him so he decided to take his frustration out on the road.
He pressed down on the accelerator, going way over the recommended speed limit. It was still raining, heavily now, the water cascading onto the windshield and blurring Dean's view of the road for a second before it was swept away by the windscreen wipers. Still Dean was a good driver, had been driving for as long as he could remember and a little rain had never caused him any problems before. Lightening danced on the horizon, thunder following soon afterwards. He caught sight of something white, on the side of the road, out of the corner of his eye but passed it off as being nothing.
A while later he pulled up at the Chinese Takeaway, he ordered their food and brought it back to the car placing it in the back seat before he himself climbed into the front. He put the keys in the ignition and started the car. He just sat there for a while, staring at the radio as Led Zeppelin filled the otherwise silent car once again. He sighed heavily, pressing the stop button and then pressing the eject button, removing the tape and replacing it with the one in his jacket pocket.
He bit down harshly on his lip as he rewound it to the beginning, for a long time he just continued to sit there in silence, staring at the radio as his finger hovered infront of the play button. He had to know, it was as simple as that, he couldn't take not knowing anymore, it was tearing him apart. With a slight shiver he pressed the play button,
"Dr James Ellicott, patient, Winchester, Sam," Dean shivered slightly as he pulled out of the parking lot for the take away and back onto the road,
"Thanks again for seeing me last minute," Sam's voice filled the Impala and Dean bit down on his lip once again asking himself if he really wanted to hear all of this. Realising that he had tuned out Dean pushed his internal musings aside and returned his attention to what was being said on the tape.
"My father was chief of staff at the old Roosevelt Asylum." Dean listened to the gentle bantering as Sam tried to persuade the good doctor to tell him what he knew about what had happened at the Roosevelt Asylum back in Rockford Illinois. Of course the Doctor was no idiot and so avoided the subject easily; he listened to James Ellicott asking about what Sam had been doing. Listened to Sam talk of a road trip with his brother, and bit down on his lip until he could taste the blood leaking back into his mouth.
"Sam let's cut the bull shall we, you're avoiding the subject,""What subject?"
"You, now, I'll make you a deal, I'll tell you all about the Roosevelt riot if you tell me something honest about yourself. Like, uh, this brother you're road-tripping with. How do you feel about him?" And there it was, the one hundred million-dollar question that had kept Dean up at night for the last few days. He had never gone any further with the tape than there, stopping it either because he had been interrupted or because he had decided that he hadn't wanted to know. This time however his hands stayed firmly glued to the steering wheel, his eyes stayed on the road, his heart raced in his chest, and the tape continued to play.
There was a long silence and Dean's eyes flashed from the road to the stop button several times. Before he could decide whether or not he was going to stop the tape Sam's voice filtered into the Impala once again. A few, um's and well's, before he sighed and chuckled slightly.
"Honestly?" He assumed the good doctor had nodded, "Dean's… well… Dean's Dean, he's hard to be around sometimes, a little irritating, he's overly confident and jokes about every little thing. He doesn't like to have serious conversations, hates to talk about his emotions or emotions of any kind, he's egotistical, kind of a slut." Dean pressed down on the accelerator, what was he meant to say to that, he had a few ideas but Sam would never understand why he did the things he did. Tears stung his eyes but he refused to let them fall, Dean Winchester wouldn't be weak.
"Maybe he's insecure," Dean smiled softly; at least someone had his back not the person he would have hoped but someone never the less. Sam laughed and Dean wanted to punch him in the face.
"Dean Winchester insecure? You've got to be kidding me; Dean is the complete and utter opposite of insecure, he's… he's always so in control, he's never wrong in his opinion, he thinks because he's the eldest that means that he is right all the time and no one can argue with him. He does whatever our father tells him to no matter what and if I don't agree with it well too bad, he orders me to do it anyway. He's always been like that, Dad's obedient little hunting dog… he'll do whatever he tells him to with a 'yes sir' just because he doesn't know what the fuck else to do with his life... because he doesn't want to be normal… because normal scares him." Dean tried to stay focused on the road, though, through the rain on the windscreen and the wall of tears building in his eyes it was becoming increasingly hard.
The radio fizzled slightly the words on the tape disappearing under static and white noise, lightening struck somewhere in the distance and Dean tapped the radio. It came back only to fade out again, static blaring loudly in the Impala. Dean hit the stop button and removed the tape, glancing it over quickly. From what he could tell it wasn't a fault with the tape. Dropping the tape into the side of the door he replaced it with Metallica only to have the same problem with that tape aswell, instead of 'Enter Sandman' playing Dean had static. He frowned glancing back up at the road.
He had never had a problem with the radio in a storm before, a white blur was caught by the corner of his eye again but when he turned to look the side of the road was empty. He shivered involuntarily and glanced at the road, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. His mind immediately started thinking about the tape, about what Sam had said about him. It all left a bitter taste in his mouth, he wanted to explain to Sam but in a way he wanted to beat the hell out of him for not understanding in the first place.
"Play nice now…" Dean jumped as the woman's voice filled the silence inside the Impala, he glanced in his rear view mirror to see a woman dressed in white sat in the centre of the back seat. She was smiling softly, dark hair pinned back in a perfectly neat bun, her eyes were light blue, almost transparent in appearance. She didn't look that old, late thirties, early forties. One thing he knew for sure was that she was definitely dead. Dean's eyes narrowed on the apparition reflected in the mirror. This was not the time, nor the place.
"Get the fuck out of my car and go back to hell," Dean snapped, the woman just raised a finger, waving it from side to side and tutting disapprovingly. Sickeningly sweet smile never faltering.
"Now, now, for such a pretty young boy you have a nasty mouth on you, if I were your mother I would wash that out with soap." She explained, Dean's eyes narrowed even further, he was not in the mood. The spirit flickered slightly, disappearing and then reappearing, Dean hazarded a glance at the road, it was still empty, just him, the ghost woman and the rain. He returned his gaze to the mirror to see that the spirit was no longer there, he turned around staring at the back seat to convince himself that he was now alone. As he turned around the woman appeared in the passenger's seat, grabbing hold of his face and staring into his eyes. He tried to break away but her grip just intensified. "Hm, you've been a very naughty boy Dean Winchester, I won't stand for that," she explained,
"Get off me," he demanded, voice low
"Don't worry, Sammy will be punished too, you've both been very bad boys," she told him patronisingly, running her hand through his hair,
"Stay away from my brother, if you touch him I swear I'll make you wish you'd stayed dead," Dean snarled protectively, she chuckled, leaning in and kissing his lips lightly before pulling away and smiling that stupid fucking smile.
"Hm, hm, that's so sweet, you still want to protect him even after everything he said about you, that's not even the end of the tape Dean, there's so much more… " She whispered, he swallowed, pinning all emotions back. Again he saw something white out of the corner of his eye, the woman followed his gaze and the smile dropped replaced with a frown. "Stupid little bitch," she snarled. Dean jumped when he noticed the little girl stood in the middle of the road, he swerved, missing the girl by an inch at the most. The Impala hit into the railing around the road and Dean's head slammed against the wheel, hard. He felt himself start to black out but pulled himself back from the darkening haze.
He gasped, placing his hand on his forehead hissing as he touched the deep gash that sat there he pulled his hand away to see that it was covered in blood. Growling softly he glanced around the car to see that the woman was gone just a message written on the clouded glass of the passenger window the read 'Play nice.' He then looked back at the road to see that there was no one there, no sign of the little girl that had been stood in the road only moments before. He sighed collapsing against the steering wheel.
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Sam paced the ground infront of the window in the motel room, the rain was practically torrential and Dean had been gone for too long. He tried to call Dean once again but as with all the other times it went straight to voicemail. In other words his phone was off, with a low growl he threw his cellphone down on his bed, resuming his pacing. At this point saying that Sam was worried was an understatement, he was terrified, he shivered slightly as the lightening struck somewhere in the distance. Sam had never liked thunderstorms; he liked Dean being out in one even less.
He remembered the feel of Dean's hands against his, Dean's breath on his skin, he closed his eyes momentarily, relishing in the memory, a flash of light shined in through the window and the sound of a car driving past could be heard from inside the room. Sam's eyes immediately snapped open; he pulled back the curtain to see the Impala pull up outside. He sighed in relief, running a hand through his hair. His heartbeat beginning to return to normal.
With a deep intake of breath he sat down on the edge of the bed, placing his head in his hands. He didn't look up when he heard the key slide into the lock, didn't look up when the door opened, when Dean stepped into the room and dropped their food onto the table next to the laptop, just sat there quietly. He saw Dean's jacket fall to the floor next to his bed, heard him hiss and then curse softly under his breath. It was then that Sam snapped out of his stupor and glanced up to see Dean sat on the edge of his bed, holding his shoulder. Sam was up and crouched infront of his older brother in the blink of an eye.
"Dean… what happened? Why were you gone so long?" Sam asked noticing the nasty looking gash on his brother's forehead. "Dean, why are you bleeding? What happened?" Sam asked again, walking over to his bag and grabbing the first aid kit. Sighing he sat beside Dean on the bed, looking at the cut, gently he touched the skin around the wound causing Dean to hiss once again, he expected a glare, but Dean never even turned to look at him. "Dean, tell me what the fuck happened." Sam demanded as he doused a cotton pad with antiseptic and gently dabbed the cut.
"I was driving back from the take out place when this dead uptight bitch appeared in my fucking back seat, that kinda distracted me. Then this little girl appeared in the middle of the fucking road so I swerved to avoid her and crashed into the railing around the side of the road. Then when I looked around for them the two of them had just disappeared." Dean explained, rubbing his shoulder once again.
"Did they say anything?" Sam asked, as he continued to clean the gash on his brother's forehead.
"Uh yeah, the woman told me to play nice and that I was a bad boy," Dean said still refusing to look anywhere but the spot on the carpet that had held his attention for the last five minutes.
"Strange, well that cut should heal nicely, I don't think I'll need to bandage it, it's stopped bleeding anyway, does it still hurt?" Sam went to touch the flesh around the wound once again but before his hand could meet Dean's forehead his older brother knocked his hand away. Glancing over at him, with a look of pain and betrayal.
"What do you care?" Sam blinked several times, unsure of what to say, of course he cared. "After all I'm just an egotistical slut, Dad's little hunting dog." Dean growled standing from the bed, Sam's eyes widened and he shook his head, did Dean know what he had said? No, he couldn't, there was no way, doctor patient confidentiality. "You look a little confused there Sammy," Dean noted, smirking, he leant down and grabbed hold of Sam's face and forcing him to stare him in the eyes.
"Dean… what are you talking about?" Sam asked softly,
"Let me tell you something Sam, sometimes therapists tape their sessions, sometimes they tell their patients this openly, other times they don't. The tapes are never supposed to be heard by anyone other than the therapists you see so it doesn't matter if they don't say anything, because the tapes are only ever used to review the patient speaking on them." Sam stared into Dean's eyes only because he had no other alternative, if it had been up to him he would be staring down at the floor. "Now, back in Illinois you spent a hell of a lot of time up in the therapists office. I was a little curious why, especially because you had acted to funny when I'd asked you what had taken so long."
"Dean… what did you do?" Sam queried, eyes wide, Dean just shrugged, then grimaced at the pain that shot through his shoulder as he did so.
"I went to see Dr James Ellicott, and when I told him who I was he gave me this really funny look. He led me to his office, told me that he'd be back in a minute he just had to go get another cassette tape from the storeroom. That's kind of when it hit me, if he was going to tape my session then he must have taped yours. Long story short when he came back I was gone and he was down one tape." He let go of Sam's face and turned away, Sam sighed and stared at Dean's back, running a hand through his hair.
"So, you listened to it," it wasn't a question, more a statement because Sam knew from the way that Dean was currently acting that he had.
"I had no idea you thought so little of me Sam, that you hated me so much. I tried to make you understand, always did my fucking best for you but you just… maybe I am a slut Sammy… maybe I am Dad's obedient little hunting dog, maybe I am, but that is what I had to be to make sure that you didn't." Dean explained softly, staring at the door that led to the bathroom and away from Sam.
"Dean?" Sam asked softly, walking over to where his older brother was stood and placing his hand on his shoulder.
"I'm fine Sam," Dean growled, flinching away from the touch as if it burned,
"What about your shoulder?"
"I'll take care of it," Dean growled and walked into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him. Sam just stared at the door with tears burning the backs of his eyes. He had hurt Dean and this time he really didn't have a clue how to make it up to him.
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And that is the end of chapter two, next chapter picks up from where this one left off, and maybe we'll finally get to the good stuff but we'll have to wait and see n.n
Oh yeah and Sammy was harsh on the tape, some may say a little too harsh… we'll just have to wait and see what's going on with that aswell won't we?
Feel free to leave a review as you go n.n and thanks to all those people who reviewed to the last chapter, you each get a cookie n.n
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