She was still unresponsive. "Come on Rachel talk to me" Cara urged her watching the young girl stare out the window blankly. After Max had called her up in New York she drove down as fast as she could. Even though the girls had never met Cara treated Rachel like a friend. It had been a week since they brought her out of the sanatorium, a week since Rachel last uttered a word. She just kept starring on straight ahead like a horse with blinders on.
Sam and Dean walked down the long corridor towards a large open room where most people gathered talking, playing board games, or watching TV. A nurse walked up to them "can I help you gentlemen" she said with a southern draw. "Yes, we are looking for Rachel Barry" Dean said keeping a straight face with the old nurse. "She's right over there" the nurse said after scanning the room. Dean and Sam walked over to the two women looking out the window.
Cara turned to notice the two men in suits approaching "great" she muttered intercepting them before they could reach Rachel. "And you two are?" she said her voice running cold, she was getting sick of the federal agents coming down her to accuse the young girl of killing her best friend or being nuts.
Dean stared at the twenty something woman standing between them and Rachel Barry noticing her ivory skin and fierce sea blue eyes while Sam addressed her in a calm manor "I'm agent Scully and this is my partner agent Mulder" Sam said "and we would like to talk to Miss Barry" Sam said trying to get around her "I think my sister has had enough of your federal bullshit" the woman said standing up straight. "I'm sorry" Sam said confused "but I don't think I know where your coming from" Sam finished "every other day for the past week there has been some ass in uniform bothering my sister and I think enough is enough" she said looking up at him. Dean watched the woman trying not to laugh as she stood up to Sam, amazed that she didn't even flinch when Sam tried to push past her. Dean hit his brother's shoulder pulling Sam back "miss Barry" Dean began "we just want to ask your sister a few questions" Dean said calmly which struck Sam as odd.
After being turned away Sam and Dean walked out of the building towards their car planning to come back tomorrow in hope that Rachel's body guard would be gone. They reached the motel as the sun finished setting. Dean stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes. Sam turned on his laptop and searched for information on the Waverly Hills Sanatorium.
Cara headed back to the hotel that night after Rachel retreated to her room locking the door behind her. Cara sat in her car parked outside her room something seemed odd about the two agents that came to the hospital today but she couldn't put her finger on it. There was something about them that the other feds didn't have. She shook her head pushing the thoughts away and headed inside.
"Turns out that the Waverly Hills Sanatorium is really haunted, people reported seeing a wide variety of ghosts ranging from the founding doctor to a young girl" Sam said as Dean began to snore.
Cara lay on her back sprawled out on the double bed. She sat up and pulled her laptop onto the bed in front of her. Something clicked inside her mind. She quickly typed Scully and Mulder into her Google search bar and clicked on the first link on the results page. "That's it" she said as the X-Files fan page loaded. Agent Scully and Mulder were the names of the two main characters of The X-Files.
Cara eventually shut off the computer and grabbed a pair of navy sweat pants with a Notre Dame logo along the side of one leg and paired them with a white tank top. She headed into the small bathroom and closed the door behind her. She turned on the bathtub faucets adjusting the water and quickly stripped before getting into the shower closing the glass pane sliding door and turning on the shower head. Cara stood under the hot water letting her skin turn bright pink before pouring a handful of shampoo into her palm and scrubbing her scalp washing her dark brown hair. After her shower she quickly dried off and got dressed. She opened the door of the bathroom and walked out towel drying her hair. She grabbed the remote off the top of the TV and turned it on, flipping through the channels until she saw an America's most haunted title screen flash. Cara sat on the edge of the bed as the announcer talked about the Waverly Hills Sanatorium, explaining the background in blithe detail. Cara laughed as she talked about the spirits inhabiting the corridors of the sanatorium thinking if only you knew. Cara left the TV on while she straightened her hair and washed her face. Cara eventually climbed into the bed underneath the soft hotel brand sheets, remote in one hand and Rachel's case file in the other. Cara adjusted the volume on the TV and pulled her laptop onto her lap closing down the Google site and pulling up a file titled WHS. Cara eventually fell asleep.
The dream started out as any other. The empty house, the smells of the crock pot dinner her Bonnie would always prepare for Monday nights' dinner. Cara walked through the old house a chilly breeze causing her to shiver. Cara walked into the kitchen like she always did and grabbed a coke from the fridge before retreating to the den to study and do her homework. Cara was seventeen, a senior in high school, her dark brown hair pulled up into a low ponytail at the base of her neck. She looked like any teenage girl at the time. The sounds of the front door opened as children rush in followed by bonnie. A voice called out followed by laughter and her name again. She would always drop what she was doing and run out into the living room, but unlike the past the scene always changed. She wouldn't be coming in from the den but the front door, bonnie would be holding back tears as Max stood holding the knife in his hand, "Cara honey I'm so sorry but" Bonnie would begin but by then Cara already knew her father was dead. Cara knew that his job came with many risks, she knew he might be gone for weeks on end that didn't bother her much she had Bonnie but the fact that he might not come home at all was something she never thought about. Max would walk towards her and hand her the knife followed by her father's journal it was always then that she knew he was gone for good.
Cara sat upright her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, it felt like she had just run a marathon. She climbed out of bed and turned off the TV. After her father's death and his funeral Max took her on a trip, a trip that changed her life. He trained her changing her athlete instinct into a hunter he father's last wish was for her never to be in danger and this was how Max saw fit to protect her because in a family of hunters she would always be alone. It was on this trip that she met Ellen for the first time at her roadhouse. She soon became friends with Ellen's daughter Jo sharing their fathers' deaths in common. Ellen told her the things about her father's last hunt that max held back. The one thing that Cara took from that was the knowledge that on his last hunt he wasn't alone a man named John Winchester was with him. Ellen would always turn cold at the mention of his name for reasons unknown to Cara.