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Chapter name borrowed from MGMT.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX- FLASH DELIRIUM

"Caleb hasn't heard from him either," Sam said, banging his phone down in frustration.

"Sam, how many times have I told you he does not want to be found?" Dean threw his hands up in the air.

"But-"

"Wait," Dean forestalled Sam. His phone buzzed and he picked it up.

"Coordinates," Dean smirked. "I love the guy, but I swear he writes like friggin' Yoda."

"Well, we're off to Illinois, aren't we?"

~Supernatural~

"So, Danny, where did Walter go to catch the kids in the asylum?"

Sam's voice drifted out into the parking lot, where I uncomfortably stood next to an annoyed Dean.

"South wing, I guess. I just don't understand how he could've shot her. Walter loved his wife."

The rumbling baritone voice shook slightly, and I sighed.

Six months with the Winchesters had shown me that mine wasn't the only happy ending that had never taken place.

Sam pulled me out of my thoughts, as he joined Dean. "I think we should take a look in Dad's journal."

We drove back to the hotel.

I could tell his father's disappearance was taking its toll on Sam. It was there in the tense, angry set to his jaw.

Or was it revenge that he wanted? For his Jess?

I had an odd sense that he was going to snap, sooner rather than later, and it wouldn't bode well for the rest of us.

"Hey, look, Sammy. Bunch of kids disappeared in 1972. Dad marked this."

"Huh. I guess its time we checked it out."

~Supernatural~

"EMF'S going crazy in here," Dean commented, as we walked in the damp, dimly lit asylum.

The place made me uneasy. It seemed malevolent…..angry.

Perhaps Dean noticed. "Getting some vibes here, Zelda Rubenstein?"

I twitched. "I don't know. It just feels wrong."

Sam smiled slightly, and the color started to creep into my cheeks.

Dean scoffed. "Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel."

I flushed.

We walked in silence for a while, finding nothing of consequence, until Dean decided to break the quiet.

"Hey Sam, who do you think is a hotter psychic: Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt or Beauty Queen over here?"

My ears turned red.

"Dean!" Sam sounded scandalized, but he couldn't keep the amusement out of his voice.

"Well, what do you think? C'mon Sammy, no need to be shy."

The passageway was filled with Sam's gusty sigh.

~Supernatural~

"James Ellicott."

"What?" Dean cocked an eyebrow at Sam.

"James Ellicott's father was Sanford Ellicott, Chief of Staff at the asylum. I bet he knows a lot about it."

"Which is why we're outside a shrink's office?" Dean stared dubiously at the building.

"Yeah. Either you or I have to go and ask."

"Super." Dean bit out the words.

"I could go," I suggested hesitantly.

They stared at me and I shrugged. "He'd be pretty suspicious if you guys asked him. I'm only a kid, he won't mind, I think."

"That's not a half-bad idea," Dean said slowly. "Yeah, you can go," he said, throwing me the money.

I caught it and walked inside.

~Supernatural~

I sat on the couch, flicking through a magazine in the waiting room.

"Odette Slessor?"

I stood up at once. "That's me."

"Come on in." I followed Ellicott into his office.

We moved into the inner room.

"Thanks again for seeing me last minute," I told him.

I looked around the room. "Dr…..Ellicott. Ellicott, that name. Wasn't there a…..a Dr. Sanford Ellicott? Yeah, he was a chief psychiatrist somewhere."

Ellicott glanced at me. "My father was chief of staff at the old Roosevelt Asylum. How did you know that?"

I blinked. "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?"

His face took on a calculating cast. "We're here on your dollar, Odette. We're here to talk about you."

I shifted uncomfortably. "Oh, OK. Yeah, yeah, sure."

"So. How are things?" His eyes were heavy on me.

"Ah, things are good, Doctor." I tried for a convincing smile.

"Good." Ellicott's voice was doubtful. "Whatcha been doing?"

"Ahh. Same old. I'm just road tripping with my cousins."

"Is it fun?"

I paused. "Oh, loads. Um. You know…we…ahh….. we…meet a lot of…. interesting people. Do a lot of….. interesting stuff…ahh, you know? What was it that happened in the south wing? I forget."

He gave me a bored look. "Look, if you're a history buff, you know all about the Roosevelt riot."

I squirmed. "Right, the riot. No, I know. I'm just curious."

"Odette." Ellicott folded his hands. "Let's cut the bull, shall we? You're avoiding the subject."

I stared. "What subject?"

"You. Now I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you about the Roosevelt riot, if you tell me something honest about yourself."

Foreboding swept over me. Ellicott didn't know what he was asking for.

"What do you want to know?"

"About your family."

I froze. "What about them?"

"Why aren't you with them?"

"I….I'm an emancipated teen."

He stared at me coolly. "I see."

"Can you tell me about your mother?"

My throat constricted, and my fingers ripped into the leather of my chair.

"She's not around anymore."

I tried to shrug, and failed miserably. "Can we go on to the riots now?"

"Not quite yet," his tone was sleek. "And your dad?"

This time, I couldn't hold back my reaction. I flinched at the mention of him.

Ellicott's eyes narrowed. I'd just given myself away.

"What was your relationship with him like?"

My eyes glistened.

So much for a fair deal.

~Supernatural~

"Kid! You were in there forever!" Dean stopped as soon as he saw my expression.

"Kid?" His eyes narrowed.

Sam pushed ahead of Dean, staring at me worriedly.

"You look like hell, Odette. What happened?"

I coughed to cover up my choked voice. "Ellicott was…. unwilling to tell me about the asylum. So we made a deal. I was supposed to answer whatever he asked me….and in return, he'd give me the information."

My eyes flashed up to his room. He was at the window, fixedly looking at me. I trembled.

They noticed the direction of my gaze.

Sam and Dean closed ranks around me, and Dean looked at the doctor in a decidedly unfriendly way.

"The hell did you tell him, kid? He looks as if his eyes are gonna drop out of his head, and you're about as white as a sheet."

Dean's tone was gruff, yet gentler than before.

"Just stuff," I said.

"Right." He was unconvinced.

I was surprised, and touched, when Sam squeezed my arm comfortingly, glaring at the building.

I held on for a little longer, appreciating the support.

Dean rolled his eyes and walked ahead.

Sam and I followed.

"So, what did he, say, Odette?" Sam asked me in the Impala, carefully choosing his words.

"So, um yeah. The hospital." I cleared the last of my conversation with the psychiatrist from my mind. "They housed the really hard cases in the south wing. The psychotics, the criminally insane."

"Sounds cozy," Dean remarked from the driver's seat. I couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah. And one night, in '64, they rioted. Attacked staff. Attacked each other."

"So the patients took over the asylum?" Sam looked at me expectantly.

"Apparently."

"Any deaths?" Dean turned back to look at me.

"Some staff, some patients. I guess it was pretty gory, some of the bodies were never even recovered, including Dr. Ellicott's."

"Whaddaya mean, never recovered?" Dean reached the hotel, swerving into the parking lot.

"Cops scoured every inch of the place but I guess the patients must've…stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden."

I trailed off at the end.

"That's grim," Sam commented.

"Yeah," I agreed. "So they transferred 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 nodded to himself.

"And a bunch of angry spirits," Sam added.

"Good times," Dean said sarcastically. "Let's check out the hospital tonight."

~Supernatural~

"Getting readings?" Sam asked Dean, walking into the derelict asylum.

"Yeah, big time," Dean waved the EMF meter for emphasis.

"This place is orbing like crazy," Sam raised his video camera.

"Probably multiple spirits out and about." Dean glanced around edgily.

"You getting anything, Rubenstein?" He added.

Sam sighed behind me.

I couldn't stop my laugh. "No, not yet."

"Glad somebody's having fun," he muttered.

"If these uncovered bodies are causing the haunting….." Sam didn't need to finish his sentence.

"We gotta find 'em and burn 'em. Just be careful, though. This a pissed off, psycho killer spirit."

"You especially, kid." Dean pointed at me.

We kept walking.

Sam and Dean wandered into different rooms.

As I poked my head around in one, I couldn't hold in my shriek.

An old woman with white hair staggered forward, one eye hanging out, bloody and scratched towards me.

"Get down!" Dean yelled, Sam pushing me out of the way.

I threw myself onto the floor, as I heard Dean shoot the woman.

She disintegrated.

"What did I just say about being careful, kid?" Dean eyed me testily.

Sam pulled me up.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly.

That's when we heard the noise in the other room.