Chapter 19
Koven gasped awake, sitting up in her bed. Dean, who was sleeping in the other bed rolled over, turning on the lights, making both adults squint.
"Koven, what happened?" Dean asked, rubbing his eyes, but not lifting his head up off the pillow
"I had a dream where Psy was chasing me while singing and dancing Gangnam Style." She said, rubbing her temples.
"Who?" Dean asked, looking at her through squinted eyes. She shook her head, putting her head back onto the pillow.
"Never mind." She said, reaching over to turn off the lights.
"Hello, I'm Agent Hendricks, and this is my partner, Agent Nightwing." Dean Winchester, all dressed up in his FBI suite held up his fake I.D. to show the manager of the small mental hospital. The woman standing next to him wore a pair of women's work pants, two inch black heels—Which were killing her feet—, a white dress shirt, and a blue coat that reached just to her knees.
Her hair was a light brown, her eyes a shade of amber. This was Koven Vermont in costume for the first time, full on with an itchy wig.
She held out her new-fake I.D.
"Oh. W-why are the FBI here? This doesn't seem l-like your kind of thing." The man spoke quietly.
"Look, Mr. Reachbach, we were sent here for reasons, and unless you got something to hide, we'd just like to ask a few questions about what has happened." Koven spoke calmly as she and Dean put away their fake I. D.'s.
"O-of course," Mr. Reachbach, a short man who was balding, with worry in his blue eyes said shakily. "P-please, f-fallow me, Mr. Hendricks, Mrs. Nightw-wing." He said.
He slowly led the two down a hall way, the white walls painted with mud and marker. Some drawings were nice ones, like the kids had taken their time to violate the rules, and others were cruel and inappropriate.
One of the doors was left open, and inside, a young girl around the age of ten sat on her bed, writing something in a messy note-book. Her hair was a sandy blond, and her eyes were hazel.
"What's her name?" She asked, getting a bit out of character as she spoke to Mr. Reachbach who was unlocking a door on the other side of the hall. He turned around and his face paled.
"That is Hannah Jacobson." He said quickly before going back to trying to unlock the door. A janitor at the other end of the hall soaked his mop, and then slapped it against the wall in attempt to erase the mud and doodles, which both stuck stubbornly to the wall.
"Why is she here? She seams... Normal..."
"Mrs. Nightw-wing, my p-patience diagnosis is p-private, p-please." He begged as he finally got the door unlocked. Dean pulled Koven into the office, where three chairs, one desk, a few cabinets, and a bunch of junk sat around. "P-please sit officers." He took the single chair next to the window, and the other two 'officers' sat in the other two neat the door. "W-what would you like t-to k-know?" He asked.
"Mr. Reachbach, we read the reports, and it said the victim was blind." Dean said. Mr. Reachbach nodded slowly. "Don't you think it's a bit strange, how he died?"
"H-how do you mean?" Mr. Reachbach asked, his hands shaking nervously as he folded then into one another atop the cluttered desk.
"Well, sir, they said he hung himself. How would he get that all set up when he can't see what he's doing?" Koven asked. Mr. Reachbach was quiet for a minute, as if he was thinking of an excuse.
"I-I think he g-got some help from another p-patient." He answered.
"Kayla." The three adults turned to the doorway where Hannah stood. She wore a pair of white jeans, and a white t-shirt, along with red Chuck Taylors.
"Hannah, n-not now p-please." Mr. Reachbach said.
"Who's Kayla dear?" Koven asked. Hannah pulled a folded paper out of her pocket and held it out. "Kayla said she was giving him his freedom. That's what she did to my parents." She spoke calmly before walking back out of the room.
"Mrs. Nightw-wing, I am so s-sorry about H-hannah." Mr. Reachbach said.
"Mr. Reachbach, I know I really shouldn't, but is it a problem if I talk to Hannah?" She asked, unfolding the paper. Instead of writing, like Koven thought it would be, it was a detailed drawing of a person. It wore a baseball cap with a big number 8 on the front, jeans, a dark colored t-shirt, knee high shoes, and bandages covered every inch of skin.
"O-of course o-oficer." Mr. Reachbach nodded. Koven stood up and fixed her coat before walking to Hannah's room.
She was sitting on the floor, writing in her notebook, a few drawing on the page as well.
"Hannah." The girl turned to face her. "Can I sit with you?" She asked. Hannah nodded.
"Yeah." She said. Koven sat down next to Hannah. "Did you like the drawing?" Hannah asked before continuing to write.
"Yeah. Is this Kayla?" She asked, looking at the drawing again.
"Yeah."
"Why is she wrapped in bandages?" Koven folded the paper back up.
"Kayla said she's always been like that." Hannah said. "Isn't that right Kayla." She looked at the wall.
"Is she here right now?" Koven asked.
"Yeah. You're just like everyone else. You can't see here. She's right there, making tea." She pointed to the wall.
"Marissa." Koven looked to the doorway where Dean stood. "We have work to do." He said. Koven nodded. She turned back to Hannah.
"I'll be seeing you Hannah." She said, standing up. Hannah continued to wrote, and Koven walked out of the room
"Sam." Koven spoke into her new LG slid out keyboard phone. "I need you to search something for me." She quickly explained the Hannah and Kayla thing. "I have a drawing of Kayla if it'll help." She said as Dean pulled into the motel parking lot. "We've just arrived, and we'll be inside in a few." She said.
"Kay." They both hung up and Koven put her phone away.
"This case... It seams so... typical-horror-story like." Koven said.
"Most of them are." Dean said, turning off the engine.
"You got me there." She said with a slight nod of her head.
"You got anything?" Koven asked after a half-hour of waiting and reading.
"Not yet." Sam said.
"Maybe Kayla was a patient at the hospital." Dean said, looking up from his gun, which he was cleaning.
"Could be why Mr. Reachbach didn't want us talking to Hannah." Koven said, looking through some research papers.
"Maybe Kayla wasn't her first name." Sam said. Koven sighed and set her papers down.
"What? Middle name? Last name?" Koven asked
"That, or they're initials." He replied.
"That's a lot of initials." Dean pointed out. Then Koven remembered seeing the plastic bracelet around Hannah's wrist and the numbers and letters underneath her name.
"Or they're letters in a code." Koven said. "Like the letters and numbers on the back of an Amazon card. The ones you type in to put the money on your account. But it's a patient number." She stood up. "I think we're going to have to give Mr. Reachbach another visit Officer Hendricks." She said.
The next day, Koven and Dean paid another visit to the hospital.
"Mr. Reachbach your patients all have a number and letter code, do they not?" Koven asked. Mr. Reachbach, looking more tired and older than the other day, slowly nodded.
"Yes they d-do Mrs. N-Nightwing."
"Do you happen to keep a record of them?" She asked. Mr. Reachbach nodded slowly. "We would like to take a look at them if you don't mind." She said it in such a tone that told Mr. Reachbach that they were going to look at them one way or another.
"Of course. P-please follow me."
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