~Roosevelt Asylum~
~Rockford, Illinois~
A deserted building covered in Graffiti and rubbish everywhere is seen as torch lights moves along the walls, a chain across a door is broken.
Outside apolice car pulls up. Two cops walk up to chain link fence surrounding the building.
"Can't keep kids out of this place." The first cop says.
"What is it, anyway?" The second asks.
"I forgot! You're not a local. You don't know the legend."
"Legend?"
"Every town's got it's stories, right? Ours is Roosevelt Asylum. They say it's haunted with the ghosts of the patients. Spend the night, the spirits will drive you insane." The first cop explains.
Cops enter with their flashlights out "Hello? Police Officers...Po-lice Officers!"
They see the broken chain on the floor.
"You telling me these kids brought bolt-cutters? C'mon. Let's split up." The first man says.
"Right."
Both men walk in opposite directions. Now alone the second cop calls out"Hello? Hello?"
In the opposite direction the first cop wanders into another room. Looking around he notices something in the corner "Alright, c'mon out."
Flashlight reveals three kids sitting in the dark.
On the opposite side of the building the second cops' flashlight goes out and he shakes it.
A door creaks open,from behind him. He slowly turns to look at the door and a look of terror takes over his face.
Outside the first cop watches a car drive off then reaches for his radio.
"Kelly, you copy?" He calls over the radio when the second cop, Kellyappears suddenly behind him.
The first copjumps "Jeez! Where the hell you been?"
"In there..." Kelly replies.
"What was it? See anything?"
"Huh. No."
They return to the police car.
"This is patrol one four. We are clear and returning to station." The man says over the radio.
"Roger."
Kelly's nose starts to bleed and he wipes it slowly.
Back at his home Kelly enters bedroom where a woman is reading in bed.
"Hey." She greets.
Kelly ignores her and begins lining up gun, keys, etc, on a chest of drawers.
"So, what? You're still not talking to me? Walt! I said I was sorry about before – how many times do I have to say it?" She says as he picks up his gun.
Outside the house the sounds of a gunshot can be heard, then abrief pause, followed byanother gunshot.
~Motel Room~
In the room Sam is on phone "No, Dad was in California last we heard from him. We just thought...he comes to you for 'munitions...maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. Just, call us if you hear anything."
"'kay." Avoice on the other ends says.
"Thanks."
"You bet." The voice says before hanging up.
"Calebhasn't heard from him?" Dean asks.
"Nope. And neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Anything leads in there?" Sam asks.
"No, same as last time I looked. Nothing I can make out... I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like friggin' Yoda."
"You know, maybe we should call the Feds. File a missing person's."
"We've talked about this. Dad'd be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail." Dean says.
"I don't care anymore."
A cellphone ringing interrupts the brothers conversation. Deancrosses the room.
"After all that happened back in Kansas, I mean...he should've been there, Dean. You said so yourself. You tried to call him and...nothing."
"I know!" He rummages through his duffel "Where the hell is my cellphone?"
"You know, he could be dead for all we know." Sam says.
"Don't say that! He's not dead! He's – he's..." Dean tries to say
"He's what? He's hiding? He'sbusy?"
Dean manages to find itand flicks opens the cellphone.
On his phone is a message :From: Unavailable Subject: Message: 42, -89
"Huh. I don't believe it." He says quietly.
"What?" Sam asks.
"It's, uh...It's a text message. It's coordinates." He moves over to the laptop and starts typing.
"You think Dad was texting us?" Sam asks.
"He's given us coordinates before."
"The man can barely work atoaster, Dean."
"Sam, it's good news! It means he's okay, or alive at least."
"Well, was there a number on the caller ID?"
"Nah, it said 'unknown'."
"Well, where do the coordinates point?"
"That's the interesting part. Rockford, Illinois." Dean says.
"Ok, and that's interesting how?"
"I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this.This cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife, then puts the gun in his mouth, blows his brains out. And earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum."
"Okay, I'm not following. What has this have to do with us?" Sam questions.
"Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal. Let's see...Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths – till last week at least. I think this is where he wants us to go."
Sam snorts"This is a job... Dad wants us to work a job."
"Well, maybe we'll meet up with him? Maybe he's there?"
"Maybe he's not? I mean, he could be sending us there, by ourselves, to hunt this thing." Sam states
"Who cares! If he wants us there, it's good enough for me!"
"This doesn't strike you as weird? The texting? The coordinates?"
"Sam! Dad's tellin' us to go somewhere, we'regoin'." Dean tells his brother.
Sam looks obviously upset and sighs.
~Bar~
In a bar the first cop from the Asylum sits at the bar. Dean sees the man and casually walks over to him.
"You're Daniel Gunderson. You're a cop, right?" He asks the man.
"Yeah." Gunderson says.
"Huh. I'm uh,Nigel Tufnel, The Chicago Tribune. Mind if I ask you a couple of questions, about your partner?"
"Yeah, I do. I'm just tryin' to have a beer here."
"That's okay, I swear it won't take that long. I just want to get the story in your words."
"A week ago, my partner was sitting in that chair. Now he's dead. You gonna ambush mehere?" Gunderson tells him.
"Sorry. But I need to know what happened."
Suddenly Sam walks over and pushes Deanaside roughly.
"Hey buddy, why don't you leave the poor guy alone! The man's an officer! Why dontcha show a little respect!"
Dean pauses, stares, then walks off.
"You didn't havta do that." Gunderson says.
"Yeah, course I did. That guy's a serious jerk. Let me buy you a beer, huh?"Sam says and looks at barman"Two?"
"Thanks."
Outside Dean is sitting on the hood of the Impala, talking on the phone to Juliette who is spending a few days with Bobby.
"Alright bug, i gotta go okay. See you in a few days. Love you." He says to the girl.
"Bye daddy. Love you too."
Dean hangs up when he sees Sam walking out the bar.
"Shoved me kinda hard in there, buddy boy." Dean says.
"I had to sell it, didn't I? It's method acting."
"Huh?"
"Never mind."
"What'd you find out from Gunderson?"
"So, Walter Kelly was a good cop. Head of his class, even-keeled, he had a bright future ahead of him." Sam says.
"What about at home?"
"He and his wife had a few fights, like everybody, but he was mostly smooth sailing. They were even talking about having kids."
"Alright, so either Kelly had some deep-seated crazy waiting to bust out, or something else did it to him." Dean states.
"Right."
"What'd Gunderson tell you about the asylum?"
"A lot." Sam relays all the information he has learned as the brothers get in the car and drive off.
~Asylum~
Sam and Deanjump over the tall chain linked fence at the asylum and enter the building.
"So apparently the cops chased the kids here...into the south wing." Samindicates to a sign over one door.
"South wing, huh? Wait a second" Dean says as he flips through John's journal."1972. Three kids broke into the south wing, only one survived. Way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place."
"So whatever's going on, the south wing is the heart of it." Sam says
"But if the kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?"
Sam looks around and notes the broken chain.
"Looks like the doors are usually chained. Could've been chained up for years."
"Yeah, to keep people out. Or to keep something in."
They look at each other, then Sam slowly pushes the door open.
The boys walk down the abandoned hallway.
"Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel." Dean jokes.
"Dude, enough." Sam says.
"I'm serious. You gotta be careful, all right? Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got going on."
"I told you, it's not ESP! I just have strange vibes sometimes. Weird dreams." Sam explains.
"Yeah, whatever. Don't ask, don't tell."
"You get any reading on that thing or not?"
"Nope. Of course, it doesn't mean no one's home." Dean says.
"Spirits can't appear during certain hours of the day."
"Yeah, the freaks come out at night."
"Yeah."
"Hey Sam, who do you think is the hotter psychic: Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?"
Sam pushes Dean, who laughs.
In another room the boys look around.
Dean whistles "Man. Electro-shock. Lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kinda like my man Jack in Cuckoo's Nest." He makes crazy eyes and grins at Sam.
Sam however ignores him and Dean's smile drops. They look around some more.
"So. Whaddaya think? Ghosts possessing people?" Dean asks.
"Maybe. Or maybe it's more like Amityville, or the Smurl hunting."
"Spirits driving them insane. Kinda like my man Jack in The Shining." Dean grins
"Dean.When are we going to talk about it?" Sam asks.
"Talk about what?"
"About the fact Dad's not here."
"Oh. I see. How 'bout...never."
"I'm being serious, man. He sent us here..." Sam says.
"So am I, Sam. Look, he sent us here, he obviously wants us here. We'll pick up the search later." Dean tells him.
"It doesn't matter what he wants."
"See. That attitude? Right there? That is why I always get the extra cookie." Dean says.
"Dad could be in trouble, we should be looking for him. We deserve some answers, Dean. I mean, this is our family we're talking about."
"I understand that, Sam, but he's given us an order."
"So what, we gotta always follow Dad's orders?" Sam asks.
"Of course we do."
Samgives Deana frustrated look and Dean stares at him then turns away, ending the conversation.
Dean starts poking around and picking up a sign "Sanford Ellicott'...You know what we gotta do. We gotta find out more about the south wing. See if something happened here."
Dean walks away, leaving the sign with Sam, who stares down at it.
In a Waiting room Sam sits on couch flicking through a magazine. A man comes to the open door. The sign on the door reads 'Dr James Ellicott, Clinical Psychiatry'.
"Sam Winchester?" Dr.Ellicott calls.
"That's me." Sam says.
"Come on in." They move into the inner room.
"Thanks again for seeing me last minute." Sam says looking around the room"Dr...Ellicott. Ellicott, that name. Wasn't there a...a Dr. Sanford Ellicott? Yeah, he was a chief psychiatrist somewhere."
"My father was chief of staff at the old Roosevelt Asylum. How did you know?" The Doctor questions.
"Ah. Well, I'm sorta...a local history buff. Hey, wasn't there, an incident or something? In the hospital, I guess. In the south wing, right?"
"We're on your dollar, Sam. We're here to talk about you."
"Oh, okay. Yeah, yeah. Sure."
"So. How's things?" Dr.Ellicott asks.
"Ah, things are good, doctor." Sam replies.
"Good. Whatcha been doing?"
"Ahh, same old. I just been on a... on a road trip with my brother."
"Was that fun?"
Sam takes a long pause"Loads. Umm. You know, we...ahh...we...met...a lot of ...interesting people. Did a lot of ...ah...interesting things...ahhh. You know? What was it exactly that happened in the south wing? I forget..."
"Look, if you're a local history buff, you know all about the Roosevelt riot."
"The riot. Well, no. I know. I'm just curious."
"Sam. Let's cut the bull, shall we. You're avoiding the subject."
"What subject?" Sam asks.
"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?"
Samlooks a little freaked out but eventually agrees.
Outside Dean leans against glass windows next to the door, looking bored when Samwalks past. Dean catches up and matches his pace.
"Dude! You were in there forever. What the hell were you talking about?" He ask his brother.
"Just the hospital, you know." Sam says
"And...?"
"And the south wing? It's where the housed the really hard cases. The psychotics, the criminally insane."
"Sounds cozy." Dean jokes
"Yeah. And one night in '64, they rioted. Attacked staff. Attacked each other."
"So the patients took over the asylum?"
"Apparently." Sam says.
"Any deaths?"
"Some patients, some staff. I guess it was pretty gory. Some of the bodies were never even recovered, including our chief of staff, Ellicott." Sam explains.
"Whaddaya mean, never recovered?" Dean asks.
"Cops scoured every inch of the place but I guess the patients must've...stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden."
"That's grim."
"Yeah. So, they transfered all the remaining patients and closed the hospital down."
"So, to sum it up, we've got a bunch of violent deaths and a bunch of unrecovered bodies." Dean theorizes.
"And a bunch of angry spirits."
"Good times. Let's check out the hospital tonight."
~Asylum~
Torchlight approaches behind a door and heads are seen asthe door creaks open. A young man and womanenter.
"Check this out! Creepy...yet terrifying." The guy says.
"I thought we were going to a movie." The girl asks.
This is better. It's like we're in a movie.
The girl huffs "I can't believe you call this a date."
"C'mon, it'll be fun. Let's look around. C'mon!" He says as they move further along.
Suddenly the guy jumpsand swingsaround"What's that?"
The Girl swings around and the guy pokes her and she jumps, then hits him, He laughs.
"Hey look. C'mon, let's check it out." He says.
"I...don't want to. Let's just go." She pleads.
"C'mon!"
They stare at each other until he breaks the silence "Okay. Okay, you can wait here."
"W– Gavin. No."
"I'm just gonna be a minute. Nothing's gonna get ya, I promise." Gavin says.
He moves into the next room alone and the door slams behind him. He looks at it, grins, and keeps going. In the doorway a female figure with long hair is seen in shadow just as Gavin's flashlight fails. He shakes it.
"Damn it." He turns around "Hey, Sweetie. Couldn't take it, huh?"
The female comescloser and putsher hands on either side of his face "Hey." She says before they start making out.
The girls voice can be heard calling in the distance"Gavin? Gavin, where are you??"
Gavin pulls back and freaks out.
Back at the entrance Sampushes open the door, Deanbeside him.
Sam is holding a video camera and flashlight, whileDean has an EMF meter.
"Getting readings?" Sam asks.
"Yeah, big time." Dean replies.
"This place is orbing like crazy."
"Probably multiple spirits out and about."
"And if these uncovered bodies are causing the haunting..."
"We gotta find 'em and burn 'em. Just be careful though. The only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit... is the pissed off spirit of a psycho killer. Dean says.
They keep walking, but don't notice a crazed-looking bald man strapped into a straitjacket in the corner.
They keep looking and move into separate rooms. After a minute of searching Sam sees an old woman through the video lens; white haired, one eye bloody and hanging out, moving toward him.
"Dean? Dean!!" He calls as his brotherruns into the room, rummaging in his bag at the same time
"Shotgun!"
Dean shouts "Sam, get down!"
Samthrows himself on the ground as Deanshoots the woman who disintegrates.
They both look around, gasping.
"That was weird." Sam says.
"Yeah. You're telling me." Dean agrees.
Deanstarts moving out of the room. Followed by Sam.
"No, Dean, I mean it was weird that she didn't attack me."
"Looked pretty aggro from where I was standing."
"She didn't hurt me. She didn't even try! So if she didn't wanna hurt me then what did she want?" Sam wonders.
The brothers continue walking when a noise comes from a room they are passing catches their attention. Deanimmediately raises his shotgun and Samflicks on the torch and shines it into the room. They approach a metal bed covered in a ragged sheet, on its side. They see the top of a blonde head behind it andbrace themselves. Samreaches out and tips the bed over. The girl from earlieris crouched facing the corner. She spins around, terrified and gasping.
"It's alright, we're not going to hurt you. It's okay. What's your name?" Dean says to her.
"Katherine. Kat." Kat introdues herself.
"Okay. I'm Dean, this is Sam."
"What are you doing here!?" Sam asks.
"Um. My boyfriend, Gavin."
"Is he here?"
"Somewhere. He thought it would be fun, try and see some ghosts. I thought it was all just...you know. Pretend. I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream and..." She says.
"Alright. Kat? Come on. Sam's gunna get you out of here and then we're gunna find your boyfriend." Dean tells her.
"No! No. I'm not going to leave without Gavin. I'm coming with you."
"It's no joke around here, okay. It's dangerous."
"That's why I gotta find him."
The boys look at each other and Sam hrugs.
"Alright, I guess we gunna split up then. Let's go." Dean says.
Sam who is wandering around alone calls for the missing boy "Gavin... Gavin?"
In another area of the building Kat and Dean are searching of Gavin.
Kat looks through a dirty window "Gavin... Gavin?"
"I got a question for ya. You've seen a lot of horror movies, yeah?" Dean asks.
"I guess so." She replies.
Dean turnsto face her "Do me a favor. Next time you see one? Pay attention. When someone says a place is haunted...don't go in!"
As they move on, a dark shape moves across the inside of the window.
While searching Sam findsGavin on the ground unconscious and crouches to shake him. Gavin wakes and freaks out"Hey, Gavin. It's okay, I'm here to help."
"Who are you?" He asks.
"My name is Sam. Uh, we found your girlfriend."
"Kat?Is she alright?" Gavin asks,standing up.
"Yeah. She's worried about you. Are you okay?"
"I was running. I think I fell.
"You were running from what?" Sam asks.
"There was...there was this girl. Her face. It was all messed up."
"Okay listen, did this girl... did she try and hurt you?"
"What? No, she...uh...
"She what?"
"She...kissed me." Gavin explains.
"Uh...um...but...but she didn't hurt you, physically?" Sam wonders.
"Dude! She kissed me. I'm scarred for life!"
"Well, trust me, it could have been worse. Now do you remember anything else?"
"She uh...actually, she tried to whisper something in my ear." Gavin says.
"What?"
"I don't know. I ran like hell."
Dean and Kat arein another hallway, with Deanleading the way as rhe flashlight fades.
Dean begins shaking the flashlight "You son of a bitch." He reaches into his pocket "It's alright, I got a lighter.
Katturns to look behind them. "Ow. You're hurting my arm." She complaines
"What are you talking about?" Dean asks confused.
They turn to look at each other, realize they're too far apart to be touching, and look down. A disembodied hand is clutching Kat's arm.
Suddenly the girl is dragged into a room, the metal door slamming behind her. Deanraces to it and struggles to pull it open, as shebangs on it from the inside but it doesn't budge.
Deancontinues to struggle with the door as Kat screams from the other side.
"Lemme out! Please!"
"Kat! Hang on!"
Deansmashes at the door with a metal pipe, then tries to jimmy it open. Inside, Kat slowly backs up, looking at the door. Someone stands behind her, breathing heavily. When Katspins around there is no one there. Outside Deancontinues banging on the door. Back in the room sheturns again and sees the ghost. Tall, heavyset, long dark oily hair, his face a bloody mess. Kat screams and backs up to the door...and backs into him. She screams again.
Just then Sam comes running down hall to Dean, followed by Gavin "What's going on?"
"She's inside with one of them." Dean says.
Kat screams"Help me!!"
"Kat!" Gavin calls.
Kat slidesdown against the door as the ghost approaches"Get me outta here!"
"Kat, it's not going to hurt you. Listen to me. You've got to face it. You've got to calm down." Sam instructs her.
Dean turnsto Sam, astonished "She's gotta what?!"
"I have to what?!" She asks.
"These spirits, they're not trying to hurt us, they're trying to communicate. You gotta face it. You gotta listen to it." Sam says.
"You face it!"
"No! It's the only way to get out of there."
"No!"
"Look at it, come on. You can do it."
Kat takes adeep breath, turns to face the ghost. He leans in close to her face.
"Kat?" Gavin calls from outside.
"Man, I hope you're right about this." Dean says.
"Yeah, me too." Sam says.
They wait outside the door in tense silence. The lock clicks and then slowly opens. Katis standing in the doorway.
"Oh, Kat." Gavin says.
Samgoes inside to check out the room. He comes back out, shaking his head at Dean.
"One thirty-seven." She says
"Sorry?"
"It whispered in my ear. 137."
In synch the brothers say "Room number."
They crouch against the wall where they can't be heard.
"Alright. So if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone..." Sam says.
"Then what are they trying to do?" Dean asks.
"Maybe that's what they've been trying to tell us..."
"I guess we'll find out."
"Alright."
They turn to the couple.
"So, now, are you guys ready to leave this place?" Dean asks.
"That's an understatement." Kat says.
"Okay." He looks atSam"You get them outta here. I'm going to go find room 137."
Samleads Katand Gavindown a hallway.
"So. How do you guys know about all this ghost stuff?" Kat asks.
"It's kinda our job." Sam replies.
"Why would anyone want a job like that?"
Sam huffs a laugh"I had a crappy guidance counselor."
"And Dean? He's your boss?" She asks.
Sam looksdown at her "No."
Dean moves down a hallway and shines his torch on room 137. He pushes against the door, using his weight to push aside the broken furniture blocking it. The room is a mess, filing cabinets pushed over, papers everywhere, the walls stained. He shines the torch around, flicks through some folders lying in a cabinet, keeps looking.
Sammarches down a hallway and tries the door, but it's locked. He tries another one, also locked.
"Alright. I think we have a small problem." He says.
"Then break it down." Gavin says.
"I don't think that's gunna work."
"Then a window."
"They're barred." Kat says.
"Then how are we supposed to get out?" The boy wonders.
"That's the point. We're not. There's something in here. It doesn't want us to leave." Sam tells them.
"Those patients..." The girl says.
"No. Something else."
In room 137 Deanis still searching the room. He finds a loose panel and pries it off. Behind it is a satchel full of papers.
"This is why I get paid the big bucks." He says.
Inside is a journal with many notes and hand-drawn pictures of medical instruments.
Deanpulls up a chair and starts reading, looking concerned.
"Well all work and no play makes Dr. Ellicott averydull boy."
A noise makes him look up quickly.
Sam makes his way back down a hallway toward Kat and Gavin"Alright, I've looked everywhere. There's no other way out."
"So what the hell are we gunna do?" Gavin asks.
"Well for starters, we're not gunna panic." Sam tells him.
"Why the hell not!"
In that moment Sam's phone rings and he answers. "Hey."
"Sam, it's me. I see it. It's coming at me." Dean's voice is heard but it's distorted.
"Where are you?"
"I'm in the basement. Hurry up!"
"I'm on my way." Samhangs up and looks at the couple.
"Alright, can either of you handle a shotgun?" He asks.
"What? No!"" Gavin says.
"I can." Kat tells him and Gavin looks at her in amazement.
"My dad took me skeet shooting a coupla times."
"Alright, here. It's loaded with rock salt. It may not kill a spirit, but it will repel it. So if you see something, shoot." Sam informs her.
"Okay."
"'kay." He says and leaves.
Sam begins searching through hallways and rooms "Dean!"
His flashlight flickers and fades. He shakes and taps it as adoor behind him swings open. He raises his shot gun and approaches carefully.
"Dean?:
A shadow moves behind a ragged curtain, drawing his attention. When he pulls the curtain back there's no one there. He turns...and an old beaten up man with ragged hair and clothes grabs his face. His hands start glowing.
"Don't be afraid. I'm going to make you all better."
Alone in the hallway Gavin paces, while Katcrouches against the wall holding the shotgun.
Kat sighs "Hey, Gavin?"
He comes over to crouch beside her. "Yeah?"
"If we make it out of here alive...we are so breaking up." She says.
Gavin stares at her, They hear a noise around the corner and both rise.
Kat raises the shotgun. "Did you hear that?"
"Something's coming."
Then Dean comes around the corner and sees Kat just as she pulls the trigger. He throws himself back around the corner.
Dean crouches against the wall. "Damn it, damn it, don't shoot! It's me!"
"Sorry! Sorry." She apologies.
"Son of a ..." He says as he comes round the corner and looks at the marks left in the wall.
"What are you still doing here!? Where's Sam?"
"He went to the basement. You called him." Gavin informs him.
"I didn't call anybody."
"His cell phone rang. He said it was you." She says.
"Basement, huh?" Dean says.
He looksaround and grabbing some extra weapons. "Alright. Watch yourselves...and watch out for me!" Then leaves.
Dean makes his way to the basement and begins looming for his brother."Sammy? Sam, you down here? Sam? Sam!"
As he turns, Samis standing right in front of him causing him tojump back, automatically raising his shotgun.
"Man, answer me when I'm calling you! You alright?" He says.
"Yeah. I'm fine." Sam says.
"You know it wasn't me who called your cell, right?"
"Yeah, I know. I think something lured me down here."
"I think I know who. Dr. Ellicott. That's what the spirits have been trying to tell us. You haven't seen him, have you?" Dean asks.
"No. How do you know it was him?" Sam asks.
"'Cause I found his log book. Apparently he was experimenting on his patients, awful stuff. Makes lobotomies look like a coupla aspirin."
"But it was the patients who rioted." Sam says.
"Yeah. They were rioting against Dr. Ellicott. Dr. Feelgood was working on some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy. He thought that if he could get his patients to vent their anger then they would be cured of it. Instead it only made them worse and worse and angrier and angrier. So I'm thinking, what if his spirit is doing the same thing? To the cop? To the kids in the seventies, making them so angry they become homicidal... Come on, we gotta find his bones and torch 'em." Dean explains.
"How? The police never found his body."
"The log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere where he'd work on his patients. So, if I was a patient I'd drag his ass down here, do a little work on it myself."
"I don't know, it sounds kinda...
"Crazy?" Dean asks
"Yeah." Sam says.
"Yeah. Exactly."
Dean opens another door, looks inside, then gestures with his head for Samto follow. With his back turned he fails to notice the stealthy, sly look Sam gives him as they both enter the room.
"I told you I looked everywhere. I didn't find a hidden room." Sam says.
"Well, that's why they call it hidden..." The sound of wind catches his attention."You hear that?" Dean asks.
"What?"
Dean begins looking around, crouching and holding his hand out. "There's a door here."
Behind him Sam pointshis gun at him "Dean." A trickle of blood runs from his nose"Step back from the door."
Dean rises to his feet, his eyes going from the gun to Sam's face. "Sam, put the gun down."
"Is that an order?" Sam asks.
"Nah, it's more of a friendly request." Dean says.
He raises his gun to point at Dean's chest. "Cause I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders."
"I knew it. Ellicott did something to you."
"For once in your life, just shut your mouth." Sam orders his brother.
"What are you gunna do, Sam? Gun's filled with rock salt. It's not gunna kill me."
Sam shoots Deanin the chest. The shot blasts him backwards through the hidden door to fall on the floor.
"No. But it will hurt like hell." He says.
Deanlies on the floor, coming to and gasping for breath.
"Sam! He says as Samstands over him. "We gotta burn Ellicott's bones and all this will be over, and you'll be back to normal."
"I am normal. I'm just telling the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? 'Cause you're following Dad's orders like a good little solider? Because you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?" Sam taunts.
"This isn't you talking, Sam."
"That's the difference between you and me. I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic, like you."
"So what are you gunna do, huh? Are you gunna kill me?" Dean asks
"You know what, I am sick of doing what you tell me to do. We're no closer to finding Dad today than we were six months ago."
"Well, then here. Let me make it easier for you." He holds his Smith Wessontoward Sam."Come on. Take it. Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt."
Samhesitates."Take it!!"
Sam takes the gun and points it at Dean's face.
"You hate me that much? You think you could kill your own brother? Then go ahead. Pull the trigger. Do it!" Dean says.
Sampulls the trigger but the chamber is empty. He tries again, and once more. Deanuses a right cross to knock Samto the ground and struggles to get up.
Dean overs to stand over Sam. "Man, I'm not going to give you a loaded pistol!"
Sam stares up at him. Dean delivers a vicious right cross to knock Samout, almost falling as he does so.
Dean patshis brother. "Sorry, Sammy."
Then he begins looking around the room, pushing back ragged curtains with his pistol. Dr. Ellicott glides past but Dean doesn't notice. He sees a tuft of something poking out of the corner of a closed cupboard and moves closer. He opens the door to find a mummified corpse and flinches back from the smell, gagging.
"Oh, that's just gross." He says taking out the salt, he beginssalting the body. "Soak it up."
Deandrops the salt container and grabs a small tin of kerosene, squirting the body. In the background his torch flicker, unnoticed. Suddenly a gurney comes flying across the room and knocks him to the ground. Dr. Ellicott grabs his face and his hands light up.
"Don't be afraid. I'm going to help you. I'm going to make you all better." The spirit says.
Deanstruggles to reach his bag with one hand, finds his lighter, flicks it on and tosses it at the mummified body. Dr. Ellicott lets go of Deanas his remains start to burn. Deancrawls out of the way and watches as the Doctors' ghost turns black and falls to the ground, crumbling on impact.
Sam then wakes up and Dean looks over at him as he flexes his jaw painfully.
"You're not going to try and kill me, are ya?" Dean asks
Sam raises his hand to push at his jaw. "No."
"Good. Because that would be awkward."
Outside the Asylum it's morning as four people stand outside.
"Thanks, guys." Kat says.
"Yeah. Thanks." Gavin tells them.
"No more haunted asylums, okay?" Dean says.
They watch Gavinand Katwalk toward their car, then turn to the Impala.
"Hey, Dean?" Sam asks.
Dean turns to look at him but don't speak.
"I'm sorry, man. I said some awful things back there." Sam apologies.
"You remember all that?"
"Yeah. It's like I couldn't control it. But I didn't mean it, any of it."
"You didn't, huh?"
"No, of course not! Do we need to talk about this?" Sam asks.
Dean movesto get in the Impala. "No. I'm not really in the sharing and caring kinda mood. I just wanna get some sleep."
~Motel Room~
In bed the brothers are asleep when the sound of a phone ringing interrupts them.
"Dean." Sam says but Dean doesn't move. Frowning, Samgrabs Dean's phone from the end table and checks the number, then flips it open.
"Hello." Helistens, then sits straight up in bed.
"Dad?"