ebonylovesdeanandsam: I appreciate you preferring the original characters' names, but keep in mind that the characters are still the same people, I just changed their names because I wanted to do something different that the fan fiction world was not familiar with-just to make it my own. If you have any useful critique other than "this fic is bad" and "that's dumb" that may help me improve the story then that would be much appreciated. Thanks for stopping by!

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7

Trust me. The first thing on my agenda was getting to a salon pronto and dying my hair normal-coloured. Obviously, I wasn't going to let another couple get bludgeoned to death by some mysterious creature just to dye my freaking hair. Okay, so maybe they weren't bludgeoned to death, but you get the picture.

For my first ever hunt, I was following the boys to an abandoned asylum right outside of Fountain Hills, Arizona. We left right after Bobby told us about it, which was right around sunrise, and it took over a day to get there (which gave me more than enough time to officially decide, and think over how I was supposed to help them without the advantage of remembering the important parts).

By the time we got there it was a little late to immediately get down to business, which meant ample time for me to find jeans and a t-shirt and a pair of durable boots (yay fake credit cards!). Driving through the town, though, no one would ever have been able to guess that an asylum even existed here. It looked too pretty, and so did the people.

The brothers were initially drawn to this as a case because of the number of high school couples that decided to be adventurous and spend a night in the asylum, and never came back. Their bodies would be found weeks after their mysterious disappearance. One girl did get away, however, and they were posing as FBI agents in order to question her during the school day.

We had a few conflicting theories, though. Either some nut got a kick out of hiding out there waiting for some less intelligible kids to pounce on and randomly kill, or the much more reasonable explanation that there was a spirit or two (maybe even a demon—WHO KNOWS?) that was responsible for all this mess.

"I'm telling you two," I argued. "I know this looks like a hunt, but there are plenty of loony toons in the world that I'm sure would do this kind of thing."

"I'm sure there are." Dave said rolling his eyes.

"I think what Dave is trying to say," Zach started, "is that we're just here to make sure. Usually we're not wrong."

"Usually?" Dave said pulling into the lot of the high school. "We are never wrong."

"Oh please," I muttered. "What about the time when you thought that the reverend was the one controlling the preacher ghost to kill anyone who harmed his daughter?"

"How'd you know about that?" Zach asked growing paranoid.

"Turned out that the daughter was the reason all along, right?" I added.

"Seriously," Zach said. "How do you know all this?"

"We're a TV show remember? Keep up Zachie," Dave told his brother as we all climbed out of the car.

Zach only shoved his hands in his pockets, nervously, and avoided eye contact with his brother.

"What's got you all riled up anyway?" Dave wondered.

"Nothing." Zach replied.

"Yea okay." Dave said with a chuckle. "Just don't ever become a poker player. Everyone will see right through you."

He walked on ahead after adjusting his tie and I turned to Zach.

"Yea, I know." I told him.

He cast his eyes down and quickly walked off.

"Hey!" I called, catching up with him. "It's okay." I assured him. "As a viewer I totally understood why you almost kissed that girl."

"Shh!" Zach pleaded, hinting with his eyes that Dave wasn't aware.

"Oh," I said with a laugh. "He's clueless."

"Who's clueless?" Dave asked abruptly turning to face us.

"No one." I replied quickly.

He only scowled at me.

"O-okay… well, bad news kid, you can't come with us." Dave told me.

I folded my arms and gave him cautioning look.

"Uh, right." He said. "I forgot you don't like being called that."

"Why can't I come?" I wanted to know.

"We're supposed to be FBI agents." Dave said pulling out his fake badge. "How are we supposed to explain the 15 year old Cru Ella Deville?"

"I'm 18!" I cried in defense.

"Oh, 18? Well, why didn't you say so before? You do know what this means right? You're now eligible for a free ticket to Getting Your Ass Back Into The Car." Dave said spinning me around by my shoulders.

"I'm here to help remember?" I argued, facing back to him.

"You're not going to be much help if you go in there with us." Dave disagreed.

"Fine." I said turn back towards the lot. "I guess I'll just read a little more on this… Nut house."

"Good girl." Dave patronized as I made my way back to the Impala.

Then I stopped in my tracks all of a sudden.

"Hey!" I yelled spinning around. "It doesn't make a difference. No one can see me, remember?"

"So close." Dave told his brother. "So, so close."

Zach laughed at my triumphant grin as I followed them into the building.

"You guys are here to interview that chick who got out alive?" I asked.

Dave made it seem like he was talking to Zach, in order to avoid strange looks from any people roaming the halls that could even slightly listen in.

"Partly." He started. "It's mainly to find out what she saw, and what the local legend is about the asylum. We'll ask around."

"You're going to get more than one story, and they are going to contradict each other." I pointed out.

"We kind of want that." Zach explained. "If people are giving us ten different stories, it's likely that there will be a similarity with all of them that will help us understand what's actually going on."

"Oh," I replied with a sigh. "I don't understand how I don't remember this episode." I said quietly to myself. Both brothers obviously heard, and exchanged looks.

We walked into the main office as Dave and Zach approached the young secretary who was sat at a large desk, massaging her temples, her glasses tossed to the corner. Upon seeing the brothers she sat up, straightened out her blonde hair, and shoved her glasses back on.

"Long day?" Dave inquired, both him and Zach pulling out their pretend badges.

She gave an exasperated laugh and began playing with her hair.

"You have no idea," She said.

"We have our fair share of never ending days." Dave told her.

"I bet you guys do," She made it sound like what they did wasn't gruesome, tiring, or even heroic. She made it sound like what they did was sexy or something. "Being special agents and all."

"Oh please." I muttered rolling my eyes.

"So, FBI?" She said returning to the topic. "Is this about Ashley Gonzalez's accident?"

"We just need to know when she'll be available next." Dave told her with a friendly smile.

"Well this would usually be something to take to the guidance counselor," she started, and wheeled her chair closer to her computer adjusting her frames. "But since you guys are so special," she began typing away ferociously on her keyboard. "I will make a very special exception, and pull up Miss Gonzalez's schedule," with a few clicks, the printer went on its way and she pushed herself to the end it sat at and pulled out the piece of paper, handing it to Dave. "Just for you."

"That's awfully nice of you," Dave said with a wink.

"Seriously?" I wondered turning to Zach who only slightly shrugged. "Now?" I asked as we all walked out into the halls. "Now is the time to be hitting on the cute secretary?"

"Believe it, sister." Dave said monotonously, clearly more interested in the schedule and when Miss Gonzalez was going to be open for an ambush. "What time is it?" He asked.

"Lunch time." I said immediately after looking at the schedule. "Or at least for Ashley." I said pointing at the "A Lunch" typed out on the sheet.

Dave glanced at the clock.

"Oh yea," He said with a pleased smile. "Nice work, Cru."

"I get a 'nice work' for telling time, and a gun pointed at me for helping you guys kill zombies?" I questioned.

"Welcome to hunting," Dave said. "Now shut your trap. We're working."

With her locker number printed on the schedule, we stopped by, but she was nowhere to be seen. We checked the last classroom she was in before lunch, but she wasn't there either. Eventually we were growing quite frustrated with her, even checking the library and lunchroom to see if she had gone to either of those places. Again, she was out of sight.

"Where is this chick?" Dave demanded to know. "And why is it taking this long to find her?"

I turned around facing the abandoned courtyard, admiring its garden, when I suddenly noticed a dark haired girl sitting by her self on a bench in the far corner.

"Hey, guys?" I tapped Zach on the back (no way could I reach his shoulder) and got their attention. "Is that her by any chance?" I asked pointing to the lonesome girl.

"Yea, that's her." Zach said walking towards the glass doors, with Dave and me following.

"Ashley Gonzalez?" Zach approached her taking out his badge.

"That's me." She replied standing up to face the two. "You're here about Jason aren't you?"

"We just want to know what happened." Zach assured her.

"You wont believe me even if I told you. I already talked to the police." She argued.

"Try us." Dave encouraged.

The girl crossed her arms and took a deep breath.

"We were only going to see what it would be like," She started reluctantly. "You know, with the legend and all."

"What's the legend?" I asked. Both Dave and Zach shifted uneasily, trying to hint for me to shut up.

"And at some point, Jason got locked in a room." Ashley continued. "And I kept kicking and screaming for the door to open, and I thought he was playing some sort of joke on me or something."

"Whoa, wait ask her about the legend!" I cried.

"When the door finally opened," She went on. "I- I" She closed her eyes to repress tears, and then collapsed back on to the bench, beginning to sob uncontrollably.

"Legend," I whispered.

"Would you-" Dave began to shout, taking Ashley by surprise. "Please, continue." He advised.

"Nice save," I said while she wiped away tears.

"I saw a man in a white coat, electrocuting Jason with some- some… thing. And Jason, he was dead. Or at least he looked like it. He wasn't moving or anything." After catching a few breaths she began trembling, with Zach rubbing her shoulder in order to soothe her. "When he saw me, I ran."

"That's it?" Dave asked. "He let you go?"

"No." The girl said in almost a whisper like she was scared or something.

"But that's what it said on your police report." Zach said, bemused.

"I know." Ashley replied. "I lied." She used that same whisper tone. "Listen, you're going to think I'm crazy, but I'm not."

"Calm down, no body thinks your crazy." Dave told her.

"He was in that room and then the moment I started running away he popped up right in front of me. And his eyes…." She stopped herself, clasping her hand on her mouth worried of what she was about to say.

"His eyes?" Dave asked.

"They were gone." She told them. "Black. That was all I could see. Black all around. At first I thought it was just the lighting, and then when he came closer, I saw that his eye sockets were just empty… Like the legend."

"I'm seriously going to bust a cap in somebody's ass if you guys don't ask about the freaking legend already." I threatened.

"What's the legend?" Zach tried finding out.

"Thank you." I said.

"You know. All of the patients went crazy in 1973, and killed the doctors and nurses, and orderlies." She said.

The memory of this episode just hit me.

"I know this episode." I told them. "I remember it."

"Why? Just because they all lost it?" Zach asked.

"No," Ashley replied. "The head administrator of the asylum was allowing weird experiments, and even conducted some of them. That's who I saw. It was Lester McArthur."

"You guys!" I cried.

"Please excuse us," Dave said getting up and moving to the other side of the courtyard out of Ashley's way. He turned to Zach who followed after. "Would you shut up already?" He barked.

"Me?" Zach asked in astonishment.

"No, our freaking prophet here." Dave said referring to me.

"Hey, I'm just trying to help." I said.

"Well, we could do with out it, thanks." He told me.

"I don't believe this," I crossed my arms and glared at him.

"Come on, Dave," Zach told his brother. "She helped us."

"I can't hear a damn thing our witness has to say over chatty Cathy, here." Dave defended.

"Well too bad," I snapped. "Because believe it or not, I'm here to help you, even if you don't want it! I'm the one who's going to keep you from screwing everything up, so unless you want to die at the end of this gig, I suggest you start listening to 'chatty Cathy'."

"I thought this was a TV show. I thought I couldn't die." Dave argued.

"Oh, please, there will be no TV show anymore if you keep ignoring everything I have to say. "

"We were fine with out you," Dave said. "Hell, you can't even remember anything that's actually important. How's that helpful?"

I shot another glare.

"You're wrong." I hissed. "I'm not here to make everything A-Okay again, Dave. I'm here because some person in The Great Freaking Realm thought that this universe needed me to fix whatever I've seen you guys already screw up, when I was in my universe. And since I know how you're going to screw up, I'm going to decide that you both need me, unless you have a good reason why you don't."

"I guess you've figured out your quest." Dave said with a defiant stare.

"I guess so."

"You're going to drive me nuts." He said burying his face in his hands.

"Uh, is everything okay?" Ashley asked from her bench.

"Everything's fine," Zach replied. He turned to Dave. "We should get going." He told us.

"Right," Dave said. "Thanks for your help, Ashley." He made his way to her to hand over a card. "Just call us if you need us." He told her.

"I will," She said. "Thanks."

"I feel so bad for her," I said as we walked into the crowded halls. "Poor girl had to watch her boyfriend die, and she probably thinks she's losing her mind."

"It'll get better," Zach guaranteed. "Trust me."

I only shrugged.

We climbed back into the Impala and drove out of town towards the rundown asylum.

"So," Dave said shifting in his drivers seat. "You remember this… episode?"

"Yea," I answered.

"You mind sharing?"

"All I know is that burning the bones isn't going to cut it." I said.

"What do you mean?" Zach asked.

"You're going to have to burn the bones, but there is something else you have to do." I said. "There is something else the ghost is bound to. In the hospital I think."

"That's great," Dave said, indicating it was anything but. "So we have to go to an asylum no one ever walks out alive from?"

"Don't act like you weren't already thinking it." I told him.

"Yea, I was thinking it as a last resort." Dave debated.

"Sorry to disappoint you." I snapped, folding my arms. "You know, I thought things were supposed to be 'different from now on'." I pointed out. "You haven't really changed on the 'being a jackass' front."

"You'll get over it." Dave growled, immediately receiving a nudge from his brother. Dave sighed and looked at me through the rearview mirror. "You're right." He said. "I'm sorry. I've been acting like a jerk. It's just that I like doing my job without being told how to do it."

"I guess I shouldn't be so… controlling." I admitted.

"You guess?" Dave asked getting another punch from Zach. "I mean, uh, you're just trying to help."

"Speaking of," I leaned forward to get them to hear me better. "How are you going to make sure it's the doctor doing all of the killing?"

"What?" Zach asked. "I thought you said you remember the episode."

"I don't remember everything." I reminded him. "I only remember it in bits and pieces."

"That's convenient." Dave muttered. He gripped the steering wheel and ran his fingers through his hair. "Okay, we'll go check out the hospital, go back to the motel and do a little research, and we can go from there."

"Sounds good to me." I said.

We drove through a broken fence, and parked the car over patchy grass. Climbing out of the car, I was hesitant to continue, but crossed a threshold where a door must have stood before. Upon entering the building, the stench of mold and death overwhelmed our senses.

"It smells like…" Dave stopped himself. "It smells disgusting in here."

We approached the office that's door was unhinged and thrown to the side, with the words Head Administrator Dr. Lester McArthur hardly visible. It was boring with only a desk and a few filing cabinets visible. It looked like a normal office.

When we moved towards the operating rooms in the basement, it was clear why Mr. McArthur was considered to be so sadistic. Operation tables with dried pools of blood, and indications of burning and possible electrocutions were set up in every room. Jars that contained some masked objects made a wall in more than one area.

"This guy was messed up." Zach said

"I'm not even sure that's the right word for it." Dave said.

"Maybe, but look around. These tables are dusty and so are the tools. The blood is dried, and no one has been touched here since...1973." I observed.

"You're right." Dave agreed.

After doing a full tour of the decrepit building, and finding more dead rats than any other sign of recent violence, we went back to the motel we were staying at.

We had a very strange arrangement there.

Obviously they weren't going to get a separate room for some invisible person, and I couldn't sleep in the… erm… same bed as either of them. So with a few extra linens I resorted to the pull out couch even after both brothers insisted I take one of their beds instead. (Zach more than Dave. No surprises there.)

"So," I said after lying on the now folded couch for a few minutes. "What do we know about Dr. Torture?" I asked.

"Not much," Zach answered, looking intently at the screen of his laptop. "He had family that still lives here, but the legend does say that his eyes were gouged out by angry patients so at least that part fits."

At the word "family" I sat up straight.

"That's it!" I cried.

"What?" Dave asked from his bed.

"You need to see one of his family members." I said somewhat recalling the events of this episode. "If you ask about him, I'm sure they will bring something up, and you might be able to figure out if it was him, or if there were more people, or something that will help you finish this mess."

Zach began typing away on his laptop and found his way to some contact information for Lester McArthur Jr.

"His son is a psychiatrist downtown." Zach read off the website.

"I can't believe someone would name their child Lester," Dave said pulling on his jacket. "Especially with the last name McArthur. You're like setting him up for an eternity of being picked on."

I followed them towards the door until Dave turned around, standing in my way.

"Look," he said. "I swear I'm not trying to be a jackass, but I think you should let me and Zach take care of this one ourselves."

"But-"

"No," Dave said firmly. "I get you're trying to help and everything, but you've got to let us do our job."

For a moment we just stared at each other.

"Fine." I agreed reluctantly. "I'll see what else I can dig up. Maybe find out what that other thing he is bound to might be."

"Good thinking." Dave said, patting me on the head like I was some child. He might as well have called me "kid" right then and there.

"Since we kind of forgot to interview the other high school-ers we thought we could go around town and see what other legends are out there. We'll be a couple hours," Zach explained. "So you don't need to rush anything." He flipped the door sign to read "Do Not Disturb".

"If you say so." I waved and closed the door behind them, hearing them start up the ignition and drive off. I hated feeling like such a burden, especially when I was there to lift to their troubles—not add to them.

I spent more than a couple hours looking up some strange things Dr. McArthur might have been bound to other than his bones. I can't tell you how weird the Internet is. I got answers from, "he saved his brain in a jar" to "the patients kept his eyes hidden somewhere, but since they're all dead no one can find them". All in all, there were some serious nut jobs.

With no major leads, I took off my glasses and decided to get some rest after a rather sleepless night (that car is less comfortable to sleep in than it looks). Since the boys weren't going to be back for a little while longer, I wanted to take over one of their beds, and tucked myself in after taking my jeans, and replacing them with my bedclothes shorts.

It was a nice 2-hour nap, or it at least would have been nice if I hadn't woken up in excruciating pain. Immediately my screams echoed around me, as if I was being soaked in fire. The agonizing sensation appeared to be coming from my neck by my right ear, as smoke rose from there.

As soon as I smelled the frying flesh, I knew I was being branded again. And this time it was at least ten times worse.