Washington Depot, Connecticut.

Sam stepped into the hotel room, dropping down his suitcase on the foot of one of the beds. The wallpaper was a cornflower blue and had ivory designs running up from the molding that ran around the middle of the room. The beds were clothed in the same colors and designs. Sam pulled out his laptop and set it up on one of the tables, plugging it into the wall and switching it on. Oshea stepped into the room and sat down on the edge of the other bed. "So people have been turning up tied to trees and suddenly crazy? Do the victims have anything in common?"

Sam shook his head. "Not that I can tell right now. The first victim was a guy named Derek Jenkins, the next was a girl named Ashley Wyllis, then Amber Frye, and now Norah Gilmore. Derek was twenty three, worked at a office not far from here in tech support, still lived at home, taking care of his aging mother. Ashley Wyllis was twelve, top of her class, stable home life. Amber Frye, she was eighteen, worked at the mall, typical artistic goth type, lived with her mom and younger brother. And Norah Gilmore, seventeen, average normal girl, Twilight fan." He said with a shrug.

Both Ella and Dean exchanged glances, arching a brow.

"Well, we know why one of them was targeted," Oshea said quietly.

"But I mean… the two teenagers didn't even go to the same school." Sam said, shaking his head. "It doesn't make sense."

Dean shook his head. "The victims have to have something in common, they always do," he said, and sighed. "We'll have to pay some of the victims a visit, then, see if they remember anything from their attacks."

"You mean we're going to have to go into an asylum? What are we going to pretend that we're crazy?" Sam asked, arching a brow as he looked over at his brother.

"I figured we'd just dress up like we work there, but that works too," Dean said, shrugging.

"Well, we should cover all of our bases. Some of us could work there and the others could be patients. I mean, patients might not want to talk to just anyone, but one of their own? They might open up more to them."

Ella spoke up. "That sounds like a pretty good plan. So, who's gonna do what?"

"Well, I took a few psychology classes back in the day," Oshea said with a shrug. "I probably could fake being a doctor."

Dean nodded his head. "Well then the two of us can work as doctors, then, and we can have Sam and Ella get thrown in the loony bin."

Sam stood up from the table. "Hey wait just a minute, how did I get picked to be the crazy one?"

"Here, here," Ella chimed in.

Oshea smirked, "I think it's a perfect fit for you, Ella. Look it won't be for long. Just long enough for us to figure out a connection between the victims."

Ella raised her brows at Oshea. "Well, thanks, sis." She rolled her eyes. "Well, I guess it would be a good way to figure out what's going on. Get to know the crazy folks, see if we can make out anything real from the nonsense."

Sam shrugged. "Well… if you're in, then I am, too."

Oshea took a deep breath as she stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the Turtle Creek Asylum. She was wearing a tight fitting shirt with three buttons just below the neckline and a small pocket on the left side; only one of the shirt's buttons was buttoned. A straight black skirt that reached to the middle of her thighs hugged her hips. Her feet were pressed into a pair of heeled shoes. Her long red hair was pulled up into a professional bun with two hair chopsticks pressed into it, making an X. She wore a pair of dark glasses and was carrying her cane. She turned toward Dean as he stepped out of the Impala. "Do I look alright?" She asked, smoothing the front of her skirt down.

Dean stepped out of the Impala, wearing a long sleeved, white button up shirt, and a dark blue tie. He closed the car door behind him and walked over Oshea, his eyes widening a bit as he looked at her. "You look... great," he replied.

Oshea smiled a little, blushing slightly. "Thanks, and I'm sure you look amazing," She said, winking at him. She stretched out her cane and ran it across the ground as she approached the asylum.

Sam took a deep breath and glanced to Ella as they sat in the office of one of the asylum's doctors, waiting for him to arrive. "You ready, Elz?"

"Shouldn't be too hard to convince them we belong here," Ella replied with a little smile. The door creaked open and a middle aged man with a white coat and black rimmed glasses stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He was holding two tan folders as he sat down and looked at the two of them before opening one of the folders, scanning his over the page, and then doing the same with the other folder. "Alright, we'll start with you, Alex. How are you feeling?"

Sam looked up as the man entered and sighed a little. "You know, Doctor. I really don't know why I'm here, but my girlfriend here seems to think that I should see a shrink. I mean... I guess I'm feeling a little depressed." He said shrugging his shoulders.

"Alright," the doctor said, starting to write on a piece of paper on a clipboard. "Any idea why?" He said, not looking up

"I think because my mother died in a fire a while back." Sam said, his brows furrowing. "See, she was killed by this Yellow Eyed demon. My family, we're monster hunters, and so my brother and I decided to go after the demon. And then I got kidnapped and woke up in this ghost town with all kinds of psychic kids and demons and I got stabbed in the back and I died. But my brother made a deal with the crossroads demon and brought me back to life. Only now, my brother only has one year left to live and after that year is up, which is in three months by the way, the demon is going to take his soul down to Hell. I feel kind of bad about it.. you know, I mean it's my fault..."

The doctor slowly lifted his head, looking up from the clipboard and arching a brow at Sam. "I... see..."

Sam nodded. "That's about it... so you can tell my sweet girlfriend that I'm just fine and I don't need any sort of therapy. I can sort this out myself." He said with a smile.

Ella laughed bitterly and rolled her eyes. "Oh come on. We let hundreds of demons through that Devil's Gate back in Wyoming. Earlier this year we faced the seven deadly sins, live and in the flesh. Dean is going to Hell in three months, and all of that isn't getting to you?"

The doctor stared at the two of them, then clearing his throat, he picked up the phone on his desk, pressing a button as he lifted the phone to his ear. "Sarah, yes... cancel my lunch." He said before slowly putting it back down on the receiver, not putting his eyes off Sam and Ella.

A petite nurse stepped into the room after the doctor had finally left and offered the pair a sweet smile. "The doctor would like to keep you here a few days for observation." She said, hugging a pink translucent clipboard to her chest. "If you'll just follow me, I'll show you where you'll be staying."