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Aoibhinn – I'm very very please that you like Layla and the fact she seems human. My original idea was to subvert the whole idea but I thought I would go for a serious aspect. Besides I'm a fan of romance too! Thanks for reviewing.

ASYLUM

"Layla wake up!"

Someone was shaking her and talking loudly in her ear. Was it one of the doctors in the asylum coming to do another test? Another test, another needle pushed into her arm. They hurt too.

"We're running late, Layla!" A female voice continued to nag.

Layla blinked her eyes open and was startled to find herself face to face with her sister Melanie.

"Mel, What are you doing here?" Layla asked. She was completely disorientated.

"What do you mean? I'm waking you up so we can go to school!" Melanie huffed.

Layla sat up and looked around her. She was seated in her bed in her room with Melanie stomping around.

"Can I borrow that purple lip gloss of yours?" Melanie demanded, rifling through.

"Melanie. Just stop. What is going on?" Layla commanded.

"You obviously slept through your alarm, didn't wake me up and now we're late," Melanie drawled.

Layla lay back in her bed and stared at the ceiling. Had it all been a dream? Was she ever sucked into the TV and introduced into the life of the Winchester brothers only to be put in an asylum? Looking at her bedroom and very intrusive little sister she guessed it hadn't happened.

"I just had the weirdest dream," Layla said slowly.

"Mmmm what about?" Melanie had pulled a top out of Layla's wardrobe. Obviously the fact that she was late for school didn't make her inclined to hurry.

"I was sucked into that TV show you watch. With Dean and Sam," Layla began.

"Oh my god. What an awesome dream," Melanie gushed.

"Well not really…"

"Did you kiss one of them? I love Sam! What were they like?" Melanie interrupted.

"Well Sam was nice but Dean was actually a real asshole," Layla answered.

Melanie was nodding like this all made sense to her, "Well Dean totally has emotional probs. He's not nice to anyone except hot chicks."

"Thanks," Layla replied cynically, climbing out of bed.

"You know what I mean. What did you get up to in this dream of yours?" Melanie prodded.

"We fought some anger demon called Af," Layla told her younger sister.

"I bet you were totally wicked at fighting," Melanie guessed.

Layla laughed, "Actually I was kind of shit. I thought in dreams you were supposed to be really good at everything!"

"What happened after?" Melanie prompted.

"They dropped me off at an asylum," Layla concluded with a grimace.

"Well I'm still jealous. Those boys are fine as!" Melanie smirked, "But we gotta get moving if we wanna catch the bus."

"Yeah another day to face the no good ex boyfriend," Layla surmised.

Melanie shrugged, "His loss!"

Layla began looking for her school uniform as Melanie made her way to the door.

"Layla?" Melanie called. Layla turned to face her sister but she had her back to her.

"Yeah Melanie?"

Melanie didn't turn to face her but instead said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"What about?" Layla was confused.

"About all of this," Melanie replied and turned. Layla didn't get a moment to furrow her brow in bewilderment or scream. Melanie's eyes were full of fire.

Layla gasped before she went flying up towards the ceiling. There were flames coming towards her.

Then she woke up surrounded by the white sterile of asylum sheets and sweaty clothes. She felt like she was on fire but she wasn't.

About an hour away Sam jerked awake in the Impala. He felt overly hot and he had seen Layla on the roof burning. He gasped for breath as Dean turned towards him concerned.

"What? Sammy what's wrong?"

"Layla! We gotta go back!" Sam instructed.

"What do you mean? We only left her there about an hour ago," Dean sounded irritated.

"I had a dream. She was on fire… on the roof," Sam trailed off.

"Ok your just tired Sam," Dean argued; "She's not connected to this in any way. She's just a lunatic stalker."

"Dean we have to turn the car around. It was the same dream I had about Jess. We need to help her," Sam pleaded forcefully.

Dean swore under his breath, glared at his little brother and turned the car around.

"Thanks," Sam said with a small smile.

"This chick is turning out to be a huge problem," Dean grumbled.

"I don't get why you hate her so much," Sam queried.

"I don't hate her… I just... she doesn't feel right!" Dean decided.

"So it most definitely has nothing to do with the other Layla?"

"What? No!" Dean protested but deep down he knew he was lying just a little bit because her name reminded him of the other Layla even though they couldn't be more different. Sick Layla was tall, leggy and blond. Other Layla was short, young and plump. The only similarity was the brain problem. One problem was killing a beautiful young woman and the other problem was annoying the crap out of Dean.

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Layla struggled against the bounds on her arms as they inserted a needle into one of her veins. She hissed as the long point stung and burned its way inside of her.

"Don't struggle and it won't hurt as much," An orderly promised with a smile. It would have been more convincing if his hand hadn't been pressing her back onto the bed.

"I'm not crazy!" Layla insisted.

"This is just a sedative," The same orderly promised.

"I don't want to go back to sleep," Layla protested but her eyelids were heavy and voice was sluggish.

"Shh just relax," The orderly soothed as she slipped into chaotic darkness.

There were red flashes and she knew she was dreaming but the fear was real. She knew she was still in the asylum walking the corridors but there was screaming from down the hall. She opened the first door and it was a padded room. She hurried to the furthest corner of the room ad sank to her knees. Her hands were clamped over her ears to block out the banging and shrieking. She rocked back and forth and cried.

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"She's scared and hurt," Sam suddenly proclaimed. They were close to the asylum.

"How do you know?" Dean demanded shifting gear.

"I just… felt it," Sam trailed off and stared at the road determinedly. As if by his very gaze he could will the car faster and faster.

"Well be there soon then you can see that's she's fine. Well as fine as a crazy person can be," Dean said.

Sam just shook his head. Dean was being difficult as per usual. So what if Layla was a little bit insane and thought she had been sucked into a TV show. She was still a person who had actually pointed them the right direction with Af.

She was smart and crazy and she needed there help. That was what mattered to Sam.

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Layla woke up in the room from her dream but the door was wide open. It was dark and the silence was overbearing.

She stepped out into the hallway in her asylum nightgown. There was nobody in sight. The air was cold and her legs felt shaky.

She heard a laugh behind and spun to face it. There was nothing there and the sudden rush or movement made her dizzy. She landed heavily on her knees. There was someone walking this way, she could see a light and hear footsteps.

The person rounded the corner and Layla quickly realised that it wasn't a person. It was the flame demon. It walked down the hall setting everything as it passed on fire. Layla knew she couldn't run away. Knew she was going to die and was filled with a serene calm.

"So do I have to go up to the roof now because I'm not moving very well," She said quietly.

"You do not factor into my plan that way. You have to bring them here," The demon hunched over her and Layla could feel the flames scorching her cheeks and leaving small burns.

"They'll never come back for me," Layla spat.

There was a gunshot and Dean swore. Layla turned to look at the brothers surprised. The demon look triumphant. Dean shot at it again and hit the shoulder. The demon didn't flinch or stagger, merely faced the brothers.

The whole asylum was an inferno and there was lots of screaming. The sprinkler system hadn't been activated for some reason. The demon stared at the brothers for a long moment and the brothers glared back. Then it was gone.

Dean swore again and tossed his gun to Sam. He rushed to Layla and picker her up. IT was obvious from her shaking that she couldn't work. He lifted her into his arms and grunted.

"Sorry I'm heavy," Layla said apologetically.

Dean wisely didn't answer but looked from side to side trying to find the best way out. The way they had come had the less flames but it was probably further to any outside exits.

"Well?" Dean rounded on Sam.

"This way," Sam directed, opting for the way they had come.

"You guys came back for me?" Layla asked despite the inappropriate time. Her arms were around Dean's neck and she was clutching on for dear life.

"Ask John Edwards," Dean deflected her question.

"He deals with dead people," Layla corrected.

"That may be all too relevant soon," Dean retorted not quite believing she was arguing about it now in a burning building.

Their clothes were singed and the smoke was making it hard to breath but Sam yelled victoriously when he made it out the door that they had entered through. There was an explosion of flame and it leapt high towards the roof.

Dean skidded to a halt and almost dropped Layla. Her face was smudged with soot and covered with burns. She looked at him with eyes full of fear. He knew that the only way out was to jump through the flames. He took a deep breath and ran towards the door.

He hit the ground hard and Layla landed next to him with a yelp. Neither of them were on fire but there were some horrible burns up their arms and Layla's legs. All in all though they were gonna be fine.

Layla worked herself into a sitting position and tried to breath cleanly. Her breath still sounded wheezy.

"We can drop her off at the hospital and keep looking for dad," Sam was saying quietly.

"We have a first aid kit in the car," Dean muttered.

"What are you saying?" Sam prompted.

"Might as well come with us till we can find her family," Dean mumbled then walked away with a slight limp. Sam made eye contact with Layla and grinned.

"Definitely emotional problems," Layla whispered.

AN: it would be lovely and much appreciated if you could review my story becuase it makes my day. Constructive c rticism is welcome!