"So what's the deal with this place? Flickering lights, dead inmates…" Dean and Sam accompanied the head of Mystic Asylum Institute.
"Oh we prefer to call them residents if you don't mind, Mr. Winchester," said the man with the keys. The Winchester brothers had been called down her on the suspicion of a haunting, but after walking through the place and hearing the stories the man had to tell them, Dean was thinking that this was more than just a simple haunting.
"And you say that these occurrences are after one resident in particular?" Sam continued, ignoring his brother's insensitivity to the subject.
"Yes, a Jane Doe found about four months ago off the side of a highway," the man replied. "We're still not exactly sure what happened to the young woman, but sexual abuse may have been a factor. So far the mental disorders we've been able to find in her are Schizophrenia, Dissociative Disorder, and Depression. She also shows signs of self-mutilation and bipolar disorders which is why we've had her placed in a safe room." The doctor stopped in front of a heavy, dead-bolted door and turned to the Winchester brothers.
"Do you have any ideas as to why this entity might be after her?" Dean asked looking through tine window trying to find any indicator of a spirit?
"Not entity…demon. I'm not usually a superstitious man, I tend to leave my suspicions to science, but with this…well there is no other explanations." The doctor unlocked the door and held it open for the Winchester brothers. It was a long and dark hallway that looked like a mountain lion had gone rampaging through it and on the wall were words written in black, 'ad mortem daemon interfectorem.'
"Death to the demon killer," Dean read out loud.
"You don't think…?" Sam asked silently.
"Only one way to find out," Dean replied to his brother. "Would you do us the honors, Doctor?" The doctor handed Dean the keys to the cell door. Sam and Dean looked at him before making their way down the hallway cautiously. "So much for not being superstitious." Dean sighed.
"What do you think we'll find behind that door?" Sam asked his brother.
"I don't know, but I have a bad feeling about it." Dean walked over to one of the walls and crouched down, sweeping the floor with his fingers.
"Is that…salt?" Sam asked, following suit to his brother.
"Looks like it. Wonder who put this here, the doctor or the patient?"
"Resident."
"Whatever."