AHHH Sorry, shit kind of hit the fan and things just got crazy. With everything going on and I have some serious writers block on my stories, and then I have a new Teen Wolf story I want to write and ugh yah…. BUT IM BACK! I hope you like this chapter :) Love to all…enjoy

Hollands POV:

We had been in the hospital going over what Dean had found out. There were a few of the patients who were fine one minute and when visiting hours would end they would go to sleep and when someone came to check on them…gone. All here for minor procedures or were here for something like I was, a diagnosis. This connection of course through Dean over the edge and demanded that I be moved to a different hospital. It was weird though, I was pretending to be older so I was being treated like an adult, typically because I'm underage I would be put in the pediatric area, but I wasn't, it was weird. This put an even bigger target on my back. So far everyone who had gone missing were in regular care and not any younger.

Sam, Dean and I were researching. They got me a computer and Sam was looking through his computer, while Dean was reading some files. He told the hospital they were going to look into things while I was there in hopes to fix their problems.

"Shalien," the nurse announced while walking into the room, I stared at my computer until Sam nudged me….o yah, that's me. I looked up to her. "We are going to run another test, a brain scan, so I need to get you into the wheel chair." She said and I gave a disgusted looked to the metal wheeling trap….Come on, seriously! I nodded and she and Dean helped me get from the bed to the chair. It really was not that hard. I had had these before, I was never weak, just tired. Non-the less I let them help me. Dean followed and Sam stayed behind to do more research. This part scared me, this is the part where they find out if I am sick, like cancer sick, or sick, like you may have seizures for the rest of your life sick, either way, I was not excited.

The nurse wheeled me into the room with a big machine. A few other doctors were there to watch the scan, I begged for Dean, or Steve as they know him to be able to stay at least in the observation room. They agreed so he could talk to me and calm me down. Luckily everything went without a hitch and they were getting ready to pull me out, that is until everything shut down. I heard scratching on the inside of the machine.

"I need to feel young" a voice said through the walls. "Make me feel young." Then the lights went back on and everyone rushed into the room.

"Are you ok, what happened, check her vitals, lets get her out of here." Everyone started to say rapidly while Dean lifted me up from the table and rushed me out of the room followed by numerous doctors. They got him to place me back into the chair and followed to my room. There was a scurry of doctors that rushed in with me and sat me on my bed hooking up the IV, and checking my vitals. I think I was more scared about the commotion then what just had happened. People kept asking me if I was ok, did I see anything, how many fingers were they holding up. I looked over to Dean and Sam in a desperate cry for help.

"Hey, Doctor people." Dean finally yelled. "GET OUT!" He said to them. Some tried to protest, but most knew there was no point; I was not in any medical danger so they walked out. Once they left Dean and Sam looked at me.

"I heard it." I finally spoke fast.

"What did it say?" Sam asked creeping over and sitting on my bed.

"It said it needed to fell young, and ask me to make it feel young."

"Wait, I've read that somewhere." Dean spoke up.

He walked over and grabbed a pile of papers.

"Mary Ann Whileberg, 104 years old, died of old age. Her family said that her last words work, I need to feel young, make me feel young, then she died." He kept reading, she died a couple of weeks ago."

"When the disappearances started." Sam stated. Dean nooded his head.

"So what, she is going after these people and like sucking there souls to become young? She's dead, why does she need to feel young?" I asked looking between my brothers.

"She's a spirit, I'm sure she doesn't know she is dead, she is making herself feel young cause she thinks she is still alive."
"Well that's dumb." I said with a smirk. Both my brothers' shook there heads and laughed at me.

"How you doing by the way?" Sam asked looking at me.

"Oh, I'm fine, but miss, I'm going to shut down the machine and lights and make creepy voices is on top of my shit list right now." I said smirking still.

"Well than, lets get started, we gotta take her down.

The doctors came in and our of my room, checking my vitals, telling me that they were looking over the scans and that by tomorrow morning they would know what was going on. This was perfect, tonight we go ghost hunting.

"So she was the oldest patient to ever be treated at this hospital. In memory of her, her daughter donated like this bear or whatever that she made. Its down stairs on display."

"That's gotta be what's keeping her here. Ok, lets go torch that shit."

"Uh, actually we are going to torch that shit…you are our distraction."

"Wait, what?" I said looking between the two. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no….F NO! "I am not causing a scene. I am not going to fake a panic attack." I said looking between them. "Anyway they are seizures." I said. They gave me a look and I knew I was not getting out of this one.

We waited a couple of hours and then they went down stairs, well we all did, I was going to make a scene in the lobby, great. Even more embarrassing. When we got down their Sam and Dean were acting like they were leaving and when they do, I panic, everyone's attentions on me they come back in and burn the bear. Simple.

"Please don't go." I cried as they left. A woman came up to me.

"Honey are you ok?" She asked? I shook my head and thought of things to make me panic, unfortunately I did to good of a job. People swarmed and I saw Sam and Dean grab the bear and go to burn it. Dean winked and then looked at me with concern as I dropped to the floor. Like I said, I did to good of a job, I panicked so much, I triggered a seizure.

1 Hour later.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

"Ugh! Turn off the alarm! I said waking up." I heard a chuckle from Dean and I looked up.

"Morning sunshine, good performance you had there, caused yourself to have another ghost seizure." That's what Dean was calling them because they happened and no one sees them.

Sam stood up, "I'm going to go let the doctor know your awake. He said patting my bed. "Your results came in and they wont tell us, cause you 'legal' so they cant without your permission." I laughed and they rolled there eyes. Minutes later Sam walked in with Dr. Morgan.

"Hello their Shalien. How are you feeling after your other episode?" He asked and I quirked my eyebrow, seriously episode.

"I'm fine just groggy." I said telling the truth and he nodded.

"Well I have some good news and bad news." He said. "The good news is its not a tumor, the bad news is that it is epilepsy. There was something else I noticed on your scan." I sat up now nervous, o god, I'm going to die aren't I? "Well looking at your scans you cant be more than 17 years old." He said lifting his eye brow, and miraculously the hospital is having no more issues with our lights or anything, overnight." He said looking between us.

"Well, I mean." I started to come up with an excuse but he stopped me.

"I know a group of hunters when I see them. I treat a lot of them and keep there files private." We all looked at him in shock. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING AT ALL! "Heres the deal, because you are young your epilepsy could turn into more things, and I can tell that you are dealing with some depression issues, and by the scars you have dealt with self harming issues. I'm giving you all my information and this webcam. Ill be like your traveling physician. We will have you do checks and Ill prescribe medicine and if you feel like you need it we will get you on anti depressants. But first we need to get your epilepsy under control. I am going to put you on some medicine, if she has any episodes you will contact me with this number. It goes to a special cell phone that I always have on. And if you boys need any help do not hesitate to ask."

We all sat there in shock looking between each other. We then talk to him, giving him all our actual information after checking him out with other hunters we knew. Well, there yah go, now were have our own personal doctor, and we finished a hunt. I would say we were all around productive in this hunt.

AN: There ya go! I hope you enjoyed. Please leave a review if you enjoyed it and want more. Also leave suggestions of what you want me to write on! Thanks a bunch.