This is my first story, so please be nice. Tell me what you think.
I do not own any of the characters (except for Alex and any other original characters) and I do not own any of the story lines.
Chapter 13: Crazy
Alex flopped down on one of the motel room beds. She glanced at Dean, who was sitting at the table flipping through their dad's journal. One arm was resting on the table, holding his cheek, while the other flipped the pages. Alex curled onto her right side, looking at Sam on the other side of the bed. He was talking on his cell phone.
"Last we heard, our dad was in California. Okay. Well, call us if you need anything. Thanks."
Sam hung up and threw his Blackberry on the bed next to Alex. Dean stopped flipping through the journal and looked at Sam.
"Caleb hasn't heard from him?"
"Nope."
Sam fell back on the bed, his head hitting a pillow. Dean looked back at the journal.
"What about the journal? Any leads in there?" asked Alex.
Dean shook his head.
"Maybe we should call the feds," said Sam, propping his arm beneath his head so that he could see Dean.
"Dad would be pissed," said Dean.
"I really don't care anymore."
Sam sighed as Dean's phone rang, cutting off the conversation. Dean got up and moved to his bed, throwing clothes out of the way in search of the phone.
"Where the hell is my cell phone?"
"You know, Dad could be dead for all we know," said Sam.
Dean straightened up, looking at Sam as Alex gasped.
"Don't say that," said Dean, letting his phone ring while he stared at Sam.
Sam threw his hands up in defeat and Dean looked at him for a second longer before continuing to search for his cell phone. Sam turned, laying on his left side and looking at Alex. He put his hand under his pillows, propping up his side to see her better. Alex smiled at him and mirrored his position. They listened as Dean found his phone and opened it to look at the text message he had gotten.
"I don't believe it."
He sat down on the edge of his bed and Sam sat up, looking at him. Alex looked at him over Sam's body.
"It's coordinates."
Dean got up from his place on the edge of his bed and walked over to the kitchen table. He opened the laptop on the table, clicking on the Internet and going to a search engine.
"You think that Dad sent us coordinates?" asked Sam.
Alex looked at Dean. She was still curled up on the bed. Sam was now standing in the middle of the room, pacing occasionally.
"Well, he has before," said Dean.
"The man can barely work a toaster, Dean," said Alex.
"Sam, this is good news. It means he's alive," said Dean, completely ignoring Alex's last remark.
"Was there a number on the caller ID?"
"Nah, it said unknown."
Dean leaned in closer to the screen.
"Where do the coordinates lead?" asked Alex, yawning.
She turned over onto her other side and closed her eyes.
"That's what's interesting. Rockford, Illinois."
Alex wrinkled her forehead, her eyes still closed.
"How's that interesting?"
"Well, come here and look."
Dean pushed the laptop towards Sam.
"I'm tired. Sammy, can you read it to me?" whined Alex from her bed.
"Yeah. Um, this cop shoots his wife and then he shoots himself. Earlier, he and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum."
Dean grabbed the journal from beside his elbow and opened it.
"Dad marked the same asylum in his journal. I think this is where he wants us to go."
"So, Dad wants us to work a job," said Sam slowly.
"Maybe we'll meet up with him," said Dean, his voice hopeful.
Alex sighed, knowing this would lead to an argument between her brothers. She ran a hand through her dirty blonde locks and sat up, one leg bent and one straight out on the bed. She rested her elbow on her bent knee and pushed her hand through her hair, leaving it there as she watched her brothers.
"Maybe we won't," said Sam.
"Who cares?"
Dean closed the laptop's lid and walked over to his bed.
"This doesn't strike you as weird? The coordinates?"
"Sam! Dad's telling us to go somewhere. We're going."
Dean walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. A few minutes later, they heard the shower start. Sam sighed, getting up from the table. He sat on the edge of the bed and Alex touched his back comfortingly.
"He just needs to chill out. It'll be fine. But I do think that we're going to have to do this job."
Sam ran a hand through his hair.
"Yeah, I know."
At a bar the next night, Alex and Sam were playing pool. They were in Illinois and Dean was looking for the dead police officer's partner. He watched as two guys approached the pool table wanting to play against Sam and Alex. He chuckled, knowing Alex was going to hustle them. He glanced around the bar and saw a man sitting alone at a table nursing a Bud Light. Dean walked over to him, standing directly in the man's line of vision.
"You're Daniel, right? A cop?"
The man nodded and Dean sat in the seat across from him.
"I'm from the Chicago Tribune. Mind if I ask you a few questions about your partner?"
"Yeah, I mind."
"I just want to get the story in your own words."
"A week ago, my partner was sitting in that chair across from me where you're currently sitting and now he's dead."
Dean sighed.
"I'm sorry. But I need to know what happened," pushed Dean, his smile fading.
Sam watched as one of the men he and Alex were playing pool against lined up his shot. Alex leaned over the pool table, her tank top not hiding anything. She leaned forward and the man looked at her cleavage, gulping. He shook his head and took the shot, missing by a mile. Alex smiled, standing up straight and walking around the table to take her final shot to win. She passed by the men to get to the pool ball and smirked, making sure her back touched them as she passed. Sam grinned, knowing they had the game in the bag and looked to see how Dean was doing. He saw Dean looking frustrated and he set down his pool stick, walking over to Dean.
Dean was pleading with Daniel to tell the story when he was suddenly pulled out of his chair. Dean turned to yell at the intruder, but stopped when he saw that it was Sam.
"Hey, man, he's a police officer. Why don't you show him some respect?" yelled Sam.
Dean looked at Sam, winking slightly before leaving the bar, shrugging his shoulders.
"You didn't have to do that," said Daniel.
"Yes, I did actually."
Sam looked back at the door that Dean had just left through.
"That guy's a serious jerk. Let me buy you a beer, huh?"
Sam turned to the bar that was conveniently located directly next to them and held up two fingers. The bartender nodded. Sam took the chair that Dean had just vacated and smiled warmly towards Daniel.
Alex watched Dean leave the bar and then she saw Sam sit in front of Daniel at the table. She held out her palm for the money the two men owed her. They put a few twenties in her hand and walked away, their heads hung low. Alex smiled, putting the money in her back pocket of her tight blue jeans. She set her pool stick down on the green felt and walked out the door, the cool night air hitting her face. She walked over to Dean at the Impala and leaned against the hood of the car next to him. They watched as Sam emerged from the bar only a few minutes later.
"You shoved me kind of hard in there, buddy boy," said Dean as Sam reached them and the Impala.
"I had to sell it, didn't I? That's method acting."
Sam walked around to the passenger side of the car and Alex turned so that she could still see him.
"Huh?" asked Dean.
Sam and Alex rolled their eyes.
"Never mind," answered Sam.
"Alright, so what'd you find out?" asked Dean.
Sam rested his forearms on the top of the car, looking at his siblings.
"Walter Kelly was a good cop. He and his wife had a few fights, but it was mostly smooth sailing. They were even talking about having kids."
"Alright, so either Kelly had crazy ready to bust out or something helped him," replied Dean.
"Right. What did he tell you about the asylum?" asked Alex.
Sam gave her a curve of a smile.
"An awful lot."
Alex groaned, knowing his half smirk from anywhere.
"God, I hate going to crazy places!"
Dean laughed.
"Sorry, sister. It's part of the gig. Now, hop in."
Alex sighed, but got in the car, sulking the whole car ride there.
Alex watched as Sam climbed over the large fence once they were at the asylum. He landed on the other side gracefully and Dean climbed over next, looking just as graceful. They looked at her through the chain-link fence.
"Alex, come on over," said Sam.
"Guys, there are 'Keep Out' signs all over the place. I'm just going to wait out here until you get back."
She began biting her lip, eyeing the fence.
"Alex, please? We don't want anyone to know we're here," pleaded Sam.
She shook her head adamantly.
"Alexandra Marie Winchester, climb over this fence right fucking now," demanded Dean.
"Ugh, fine."
Alex began scaling the fence and once she got to the top, she looked down at her brothers who were looking up at her. She began climbing down the fence slowly, losing her grip with only a few feet left to go until she stepped onto the ground. She let go of the fence and fell flat on her ass, hard. She glared at Dean, who was stifling a laugh.
"I hate you."
She stood up, wiping her butt off. She walked forward to the steps of the creepy old asylum and her brothers followed. Sam jogged forward and opened the asylum door, holding it open for both Alex and Dean as they walked inside first. Sam entered directly behind them and they slowly began to walk through the building, sunlight filtering in through the dust-covered windows.
"So, the cops chased the kids directly in here," said Sam, looking down to see a rat scamper over his boot clad foot and then into a dark room. He looked up again and saw that Dean and Alex had stopped and were looking up at the sign above the entryway.
"South Wing, huh?" asked Alex.
"Wait a second…"
Dean opened their dad's journal and flipped to the page with an old newspaper clipping about the asylum paper-clipped to it. He skimmed over the article, his eyebrows raised.
"In 1972, three kids broke into the South Wing. Only one survived. He claims that one of his friends went crazy and started lightin' up the place."
Alex glanced at the sign before looking back over at Dean and Sam.
"The South Wing is the heart of whatever's goin' on here" said Sam.
"Yeah, but why aren't there a ton more deaths?" asked Dean, slipping the journal back into his duffel bag that was hanging over his shoulder.
Sam walked forward first, looking at the old double doors. He noticed a broken chain hanging from one of the doors.
"Looks like the doors are usually chained."
"Could've been chained up for years," said Alex.
"It was probably to keep people out," said Sam.
"Or to keep something in," said Dean.
He walked forward slowly to join Sam as Alex followed. Sam pushed on one of the double doors and it slowly moved forward. It creaked loudly and annoyingly, but it opened. He cocked an eyebrow at Dean and Alex and then he walked forward. The moonlight streaming in through the huge window lit the way down the hallway.
"Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel," said Dean, glancing around the hallway as he walked.
Alex let out a strangled giggle and began biting her lip.
"Dude, enough," said Sam, his tone colored with frustration.
Dean chuckled.
"I'm serious. Ghosts are attracted to that ESP thing you've got goin' on."
"It's not ESP, man. I just have some strange vibes sometimes."
"Whatever, dude."
Dean glanced down at his EMF meter that was in his open palm.
"Got anything?" asked Alex.
"Nope. It doesn't mean nobody's home though."
Dean looked over towards Sam once more.
"Hey, Sam, who do you think is a hotter psychic? Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?"
Alex hit Dean on the shoulder jokingly and he chuckled while Sam rolled his eyes. Sam then turned a corner and they entered a large room that had all sorts of scary looking devices everywhere. Alex shuddered and Dean whistled.
"Man. Electroshock, lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people."
"So, what do you think? Ghosts possessing people?" asked Alex.
"Maybe it's more like Amityville," said Sam, making a disgusted face at one large, sharp, and scary looking device.
"Yeah. Spirits drivin' them insane," said Dean.
Sam sighed and faced his brother.
"Dean. When are we going to talk about this?"
Dean looked at Sam, as well, confused.
"Talk about what?"
"About the fact that Dad's not here."
Alex looked down, scuffing the floor with her shoes, knowing that this argument would turn into a heated debate between Sam and Dean.
"Um… never," replied Dean, raising his eyebrows.
"I'm being serious, man."
"Me, too. He sent us here because he wants us here."
Alex bit her lip, still scuffing the ground with her black shoes.
"It doesn't matter what he wants."
"See, that attitude right there? That's why I always got the extra cookie."
Dean smirked triumphantly while Sam looked frustrated with his older brother.
"Dad could be hurt. I mean, this is our family we're talking about."
Dean sighed and rolled his neck, getting the kinks out of it.
"I understand that, Sam, but he's given us an order."
Sam gave up, looking away and throwing up his hands while Dean walked around the room. Alex walked over to Sam and put her hand on his back comfortingly.
"Sorry. You know how he is."
"I know. I'm just hoping that one of these days I'll get through to him."
"Well, good luck."
"We've got to find out more about this South Wing. See if something really happened there," said Dean, looking over at both of his siblings.
Sam and Alex nodded and they followed Dean out of the room.
The next morning, Sam sat on an uncomfortable leather couch, flipping aimlessly through an old gossip magazine. He stopped on an article about Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, beginning to read it.
"What am I doing?" he whispered to himself after only a few seconds of reading the article.
He threw the magazine back onto the table and leaned against the couch. A man entered the room and Sam looked up then.
"Are you Sam Winchester?"
Sam nodded once.
"Come on in."
Sam stood up and followed the man. The man motioned for Sam to sit in a chair as he shut his main office door. He then made his way around his wooden desk to sit down in his very comfortable-looking office chair. Sam sat down, shifting to get comfortable. Sam glanced at the man's office walls once he was sitting as comfortably as possible and he noticed a plaque. He squinted and saw that it said Dr. James Ellicot.
"Dr. Ellicot?"
The man turned to face Sam.
"Ellicot, that name. Wasn't there a Dr. Sanford Ellicot?"
"My father was Chief of Staff at the old asylum."
Sam leaned back in his chair, his arms resting on the armrests.
"Wasn't there an incident there? In the, um, South Wing or something?"
"Sam, we're here to talk about you," urged the doctor gently, giving Sam a very small smile.
"Oh, um, right. Yes."
Sam adjusted his stance in the chair, smiling awkwardly.
"So, how are things?"
"Um, things are good, Doctor."
"Good. What have you been doing recently?"
"Um, well, I've been on a road trip with my older brother and my twin sister."
"Is that fun?"
Sam smiled sarcastically.
"Loads. We met a lot of interesting people."
Dr. Ellicot nodded his head in understanding. Sam continued when the doctor didn't say anything.
"We did some interesting things. Um, you know? What exactly happened in the South Wing? I forget…"
Sam trailed off, his face scrunched up with confusion.
"If you're from around here, you know all about the Roosevelt Riot."
"The Roosevelt Riot? I'm just curious-"
"Sam, let's cut the bull. Shall we?"
Dr. Ellicot set down his clipboard.
"You're avoiding the subject."
"Um, what subject?" asked Sam.
"You. No, I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you all about the Roosevelt Riot if you tell me something about yourself. How do you feel about road tripping with your siblings?"
Sam smiled sarcastically, letting out a slight chuckle.
Alex sat outside of the psychiatrist's office with Dean as they both waited for Sam. They were sitting together on a wooden bench, watching the people that passed by on the concrete sidewalk. Alex bit her lip, thinking about Dean's comments in the asylum about Sam. She knew that she had to tell him about her own nightmares regarding Jenny in their old house. She turned to face her older brother.
"Dean, I-"
Alex stopped talking as Dean stood up to meet Sam, who had just come out from the psychiatrist's office.
"Dude, you were in there forever."
"Yeah, sorry. Anyway, the South Wing is where they housed the psychotics, the insane. One night, in 1964, they rioted. Attacked staff and each other," explained Sam.
"So, the patients took over the asylum?" asked Dean.
"Apparently."
"Any deaths?"
"Some patients, some staff. Some bodies weren't even recovered, including Dr. Ellicot's."
"Alright. Let's check out this hospital tonight."
Dean and Sam began walking over to the car, Alex following behind them and sighing.
Sam led the way into the hospital that night, Alex standing in between him and Dean as they walked down the old and creepy hallways. Sam had the flashlight, Dean had his EMF meter, and Alex had a video camera that was trained onto night vision.
"Alright, keep an eye out for anything super weird," whispered Dean.
Sam and Alex nodded as they all walked forward cautiously. Only a few minutes later, they turned around a corner and began walking down a long hallway, the EMF omitting noises as soon as they had turned into the long hallway.
"Getting readings?" asked Sam, shining the flashlight in every corner to make sure that no one, spirit or alive, was there.
"Yes, big time," said Dean, his eyes glued onto the EMF meter.
Alex held the video camera, recording everything. Dean glanced at her screen and then turned back to his own EMF meter.
"We've got to find those unrecovered bodies and burn them," said Alex.
Suddenly, all three of them turned to look behind them at exactly the same time, thinking that they had all heard a noise. Sam shone the bright flashlight everywhere, but saw nothing. They turned back around together and kept walking. They entered a semi-dark room that was located a little father along down the hallway, Sam now holding the video camera. Alex was now holding Sam's flashlight. Sam began looking in one corner of the room, seeing nothing. Alex and Dean were in the middle of the room, their backs turned to Sam. Sam turned around, the camera held within his left hand. He jumped back, dropping the camera as a woman's ghost reached her hand out towards him.
"Dean! Alex!" yelled Sam.
They turned around very quickly, Alex screaming at the sight of the unexpected ghost. Dean grabbed his shotgun from his bag that was now on the ground and he aimed it at the ghost. He shot at her head and she disappeared suddenly. Dean still held onto the gun, looking around the room to make sure that she was really gone. Alex ran over to Sam, bending down and grabbing the video camera. She handed it back over to him.
"That was weird," said Sam.
"Yeah, you're tellin' me," said Dean.
He kept his shotgun in his hand and walked out of the room. Alex and Sam followed him.
"No, Dean, it was weird that she didn't attack me."
Dean stopped abruptly while Alex and Sam stopped talking as Dean held up his hand to silence them. They heard some sort of whimpering in the room next to them and they filed inside it quickly, looking for the source of the noises. Dean held the shotgun up and Alex walked forward with the flashlight. She pushed some large cardboard boxes out of the way to reveal a very scared human girl. She looked absolutely terrified as she looked up at Alex. Dean lowered his shotgun.
"We're not going to hurt you," explained Alex.
Dean and Sam flanked Alex's sides. The girl slowly stood up, her panic-filled eyes never leaving Alex's polite face.
"What's your name?" asked Dean.
"Catherine. Cat."
"Alright, I'm Dean. This is Sam and that's Alex."
He pointed all of them out slowly, the girl's eyes following all of his jerky movements.
"What are you doing here?" asked Sam.
"My boyfriend Gavin…"
The girl trailed off, sniffling.
"Is he here?" asked Dean.
"Um, somewhere. H-he said it would be fun for us to see some g-ghosts. I thought that it was just… you know… pretend."
Cat wrapped her small jacket tighter around herself and wiped her eyes before continuing.
"I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream-"
"Alright, Cat? Sam and Alex are going to go ahead and get you out of here and then we'll find your boyfriend," interrupted Dean.
The girl shook her head adamantly and fervently.
"No. I'm not going to leave without Gavin."
Alex rolled her eyes.
"Look, this isn't a joke, sweetheart. It's incredibly dangerous," said Alex.
"That's why I've got to find him," said Cat, looking over at Alex's face firmly.
"Alright. I guess we'll find him then. Let's go," said Dean.
He led the way out of the dark room.
Dean, Alex, Sam, and Cat had split up to look for Gavin. Dean and Cat were walking down a hallway, looking for any sign of him.
"Gavin!" called Cat.
Dean stopped walking and turned to her.
"Next time you watch a horror movie, pay attention. When someone says a place is haunted, don't go in."
Dean stared at her for a second before turning back around and walking forward, Cat following behind silently.
Sam and Alex walked down a hallway looking for Gavin. They turned a corner and headed for a room at the end of the hall.
"Sammy, I have to tell you something."
Sam stopped and looked at Alex.
"Is everything okay?"
Alex bit her lip, looking down.
"Sam, I-"
"Hello?" called out a voice from the room a few feet away from Alex and Sam.
Sam looked at Alex.
"I'll tell you later. Come on."
Alex walked into the room to see a teenage boy standing in the middle of the room, disoriented.
"Are you Gavin?" asked Sam.
The boy nodded, wary of them.
"We're here to get you out. I'm Sam, and this is my sister, Alex. We found your girlfriend."
"Is she alright?"
"She's just worried about you. Are you okay?" asked Alex.
"Um, I think so. I was running and I fell. But I just stood back up and was fine."
"What were you running from?" asked Sam.
"This girl. Her face…"
Gavin trailed off, shivering in disgust.
"Did she hurt you?" asked Alex.
"No. She… kissed me."
"But she didn't psychically hurt you?" asked Sam.
Gavin's voice rose.
"Dude! She kissed me!"
"Well, it could've been worse. Now, do you remember anything else?"
"Um, she tried to whisper something in my ear."
"What?" asked Sam.
"I don't know. I ran like hell."
Alex sighed.
Dean's flashlight flickered and then went out as he and Cat walked down the hall. He shook it and beat it against his open palm, but nothing happened.
"Son of a bitch."
He stuffed the flashlight in his pocket and grabbed his lighter.
"Ow. You're hurting my arm," whispered Cat.
Dean's eyebrows rose and he turned to face her.
"What are you talkin' about? I'm not touching you."
Cat looked at Dean's hand, which held nothing except a lighter, and screamed. She was suddenly yanked into the room beside Dean and the door slammed shut. Dean pulled on the handle, but it wouldn't budge.
"Cat!"
He banged on the door, but Cat just continued screaming. Dean continued pulling on the door handle while Cat whimpered and banged on it from the other side.
"Cat, hang on!"
Cat walked away from the door backwards and farther into the dark room. She didn't see the figure in the room with her. Dean grabbed a crowbar from behind him on the floor and began hitting it on the door handle. The door began creaking, indicating that he was making progress.
"What's going on?" asked Sam as he, Alex, and Gavin ran up to Dean.
"Help me!" screamed Cat from behind the door.
"It's not going to hurt you. Calm down," said Sam through the door.
"Listen to the spirit," said Alex.
Cat listened to Sam and Alex's advice and gulped as she faced the ghost in the room with her. The ghost slowly walked closer to Cat. Dean stopped banging on the door with the crowbar as they all waited outside the door with bated breath.
"Cat?" called Gavin after a few minutes of waiting.
There was no answer.
"I hope you're right about this," said Dean, looking at Sam.
"Yeah, me too."
The door suddenly unlocked itself and Cat stood in the doorway. Dean pulled her out into the hall where Gavin grabbed her and hugged her. Dean, Alex, and Sam entered the room, looking for the ghost. They found nothing, so they walked back into the hallway to see Cat looking at them with Gavin standing directly behind her.
"137," she said.
"I'm sorry?" asked Dean.
"It whispered in my ear, 137."
"Room number," said Sam and Alex at the same time.
Dean nodded, crouching down and searching through his duffel bag. Sam and Alex crouched down next to him.
"So, if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone, what do they want?" whispered Alex.
"That's what we're going to find out," said Dean.
They all stood up at the same time and faced the couple.
"You ready to leave this place?" asked Dean.
Cat nodded excitedly. Dean turned to Alex and Sam.
"Get 'em out of here. I'm going to go and find room 137."
He clicked the flashlight on and headed off into the dark hallway.
Sam held the flashlight as he and Alex led Gavin and Cat down a hallway to get out of the asylum.
"How do you know about this ghost stuff?" asked Cat, snuggled into Gavin's side with Gavin's arm around her shoulders.
"It's, um, kind of our job," said Sam.
"Why would anyone want a job like that?" asked Gavin.
"We had a crappy guidance counselor," said Alex.
She smiled at the joke with Sam and Cat nodded.
"And Dean? He's your boss?" she asked.
"Hell no," said Sam.
Dean shoved against the room door with his shoulder and the door swung open. Dean smiled to himself at his success and entered room 137. The room was disgusting and dirty, grime covering the windows. Dean coughed at all of the dust swirling around in the air.
"Ugh, gross."
He noticed a desk sitting in the corner and he walked over to it. He flipped through some old papers that were sitting on it, but found nothing useful.
Sam pulled on the door handle of the main door of the asylum, but the door didn't move. He pulled harder, but still nothing. Alex sighed. Sam turned to Alex, Cat, and Gavin.
"We have a small problem."
"Let's kick it down," suggested Cat.
Sam glanced back at the door.
"It won't work," said Alex.
"Well, how are we supposed to get out?" asked Gavin.
He grabbed Cat's hand and she squeezed it in comfort.
"We aren't supposed to get out," realized Sam.
"There's something in here that won't let us out," explained Alex to Cat and Gavin as they looked over at Sam, confused.
"Those patients," whispered Cat.
"No. Somethin' else," said Sam.
Dean knelt next to the trashcan in room 137. He held the flashlight in one hand as he dug through the trash with the other hand. He tossed a drawing aside along with an old empty box. He sighed when he got to the bottom and had found nothing. He smacked the trashcan and it flew backwards, hitting something hard. Dean looked behind it to see a cupboard. He opened the cupboard door and it fell off of its old hinges. He threw the door on the floor beside him and pulled out an old, tattered briefcase from inside the cupboard. He stood up and set the briefcase on a table, opening it. Inside was a small journal. Dean smiled.
"This is why I get paid the big bucks," he said to himself jokingly.
He opened the journal and saw the words, "Patient's Journal" on the very first page. He flipped through the rest of the book and glimpsed images of people, saws, and other gruesome instruments. He sat down in a chair beside the desk and began to read the journal.
Alex bit her nails as she waited for Sam to return. He was looking for another way out of the asylum. Alex winced as she pulled on a nail too hard. She removed her finger from her mouth and saw that her nail bed was bleeding. Sam came running up to her then and she put her hand behind her back.
"I looked everywhere. There's no other way out."
Sam caught his breath and noticed that Alex had one hand behind her back.
"Alex, what did you do?"
"Um, nothing."
Sam sighed and reached behind Alex, grabbing her hand. He brought it in front of her and looked at her nail, which was still bleeding pretty profusely.
"Damn it, Alex. I thought that you stopped biting your nails."
He reached into the pocket of his hoodie sweatshirt and pulled out a Band-Aid. He unwrapped it and stuck it on Alex's finger.
"Thanks. Now, what the hell do we do since there's no other way out?"
Sam began to answer, but was cut off by the sound of his cell phone ringing.
"Hey, Dean."
Sam's eyebrows rose as Dean spoke to him.
"Okay. Where are you?"
Sam listened for a few more seconds before hanging up and slipping the phone back into his pocket. He tossed Alex the duffel bag he had been holding and Alex caught it, her eyes wide. Gavin and Cat watched them.
"Sammy…" warned Alex.
"Alex, I need you to keep them safe. Please. Now, if you see something-"
"Shoot," finished Alex.
Sam nodded and handed her the shotgun. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her forehead.
"I'll be back soon, I promise."
He ran off down the hallway, Alex standing in front of Gavin and Cat with the shotgun.
Sam ran down a hallway, looking for Dean. He looked everywhere and around every corner.
"Dean!"
When no one responded, he continued down the hallway, turning and shining the flashlight behind him when he heard a noise. He walked back down the hallway and entered a room marked "Caution". He shone the light all over the room, looking for Dean. When he shone the light in one corner, it began to flicker rapidly. Sam looked into it, seeing nothing unusual. He tapped it against his palm, but nothing happened. He sighed, sticking the flashlight in his back pocket. When he turned his head to make sure that the flashlight had made it into his pocket, he noticed that a door behind him had been opened. He slowly entered the room, checking behind the door to make sure no one was hiding there.
"Dean?"
Sam saw movement behind a grimy curtain and he walked over to it. He quickly yanked the curtain back, but saw nothing. He turned back around and a ghost was standing in front of him. The ghost grabbed the sides of Sam's head and began sending electric shock-waves into Sam's brain. Sam groaned in pain.
Alex was sitting against the wall while Gavin paced in front of her and Cat stood against the wall beside her.
"Hey, Gavin?" called Cat.
Gavin walked up to Cat, standing directly in front of her.
"If we make it out of here, we're so breaking up," said Cat.
Alex laughed, but stopped suddenly when she heard noises. She stood up quickly and cocked the gun in the direction of the noises. Cat and Gavin stood directly behind her. Someone came around the corner and Alex shot the gun.
"Don't shoot, it's just me!" yelled Dean.
"Shit. Sorry!" said Alex, leaning the gun against the wall and walking over to Dean.
They hugged and then Dean looked around.
"What are you still doing here? Where's Sam?"
Alex tilted her head in confusion, looking at Dean.
"He went down to the basement. You called him," answered Cat.
Alex began to chew on her nails as she realized that something was very wrong. Dean noticed and gently pulled her hand away from her mouth, holding it in his own large palm.
"I didn't call him."
"Well, his phone rang and he said that it was you," stated Gavin, holding Cat's hand in his own.
"Basement, huh?" asked Dean.
Gavin and Cat nodded.
"Okay. Alex, watch them and watch yourself."
Dean squeezed her hand before letting it go and taking off to look for Sam.
Dean rounded a corner that led into a dark hallway.
"Sammy?"
He shone his flashlight into every corner, but saw no sign of Sam.
"Sam? You down here?"
Dean turned to look behind him. When he turned back around, Sam was standing in front of him and Dean jumped.
"Man, answer me when I call you!" scolded Dean.
He looked Sam over, making sure there were no scratches on him.
"You alright?" he asked, looking at Sam's face.
"Yeah, I'm fine," answered Sam in a very monotone tone of voice.
"You know I didn't call you, right?"
"Yeah, I think something lured me down here."
"It was Dr. Ellicot. Listen, I think that's what the spirits have been trying to tell us."
"How do you know it was him?" asked Sam.
"I found his old journal. He'd been experimenting on his patients. Awful stuff," said Dean, shuddering at his thoughts.
"So, the patients were rioting against Ellicot," stated Sam.
"Yeah. Now, come on. We gotta find his bones and torch 'em."
Dean pushed past Sam and headed down the hallway. Sam stayed where he was, watching Dean.
"How? The police never found his body," said Sam.
Dean turned to look at his brother.
"He had some hidden procedure room down here."
Dean turned and entered a room. Sam followed him. He looked over at Dean.
"I told you, I looked earlier. There's no hidden room."
Dean smirked.
"That's why it's hidden."
Suddenly, Dean looked around as he began hearing a sound like the wind whistling.
"You hear that?"
"What?" asked Sam.
Dean looked down at the floor.
"There's a door here," said Dean.
He crouched down to inspect the wall and Sam cocked his shotgun at Dean's back.
"Dean."
Dean turned and saw Sam with the gun aimed at his back. Sam wiped his nose with the back of his hand. It had begun dripping blood.
"Step back from the door," said Sam.
Dean stood up and looked at Sam.
"Sam, put the gun down."
Sam smirked evilly.
"Is that an order?"
"No, it's more of a friendly request."
Sam ignored him as his nose dripped more blood once more.
"Ellicot did somethin' to you, didn't he?" asked Dean.
Sam's nose continued to drip blood.
"Just shut your mouth!" yelled Sam.
"Sam, the gun's filled with rock salt. It's not gonna kill me."
Suddenly, Sam shot Dean. Dean went flying through the air, falling through the wall and landing flat on his back.
"But it'll hurt like hell," said Sam, wiping his nose with his jacket sleeve.
Dean coughed, still lying on his back as he looked around. Sam stood over him.
"We gotta burn Ellicot's bones and then you'll be back to normal," said Dean, rolling over onto his stomach.
He pushed himself up off of the floor and stood up. Sam smiled.
"I am normal. I mean, why are we even here? Cause you always do what Dad says without question?"
Dean groaned.
"Are you that desperate for his approval?" asked Sam.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"This isn't you talking, Sam."
"That's the difference between us. I have a mind of my own."
Dean looked over at Sam.
"So, are you gonna kill me?"
Dean pulled a gun out of his jacket pocket.
"Real bullets work a hell of a lot better than rock salt."
Dean held out the gun and Sam grabbed it, throwing his shotgun to the floor. He aimed the gun at Dean's head.
"Pull the trigger! Do it!" yelled Dean.
Sam pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. Dean ran towards him and punched Sam in the jaw. Sam fell to the ground at the impact of Dean running at him and looked up at his brother. Dean punched Sam again and again, eventually knocking him out.
"Sorry, Sammy."
Dean grabbed the flashlight from beside Sam's head and headed for the hidden room. Dean entered the room, walking over to a grimy, old curtain. He pulled it back, but no one was behind it. He checked every corner of the room and found a white cabinet in one corner. He crouched down to the cabinet doors and saw that there were several dark hairs sticking out of them. He pulled the doors open and gagged when he finally smelled the decaying body.
"That's just gross."
He set the shotgun and flashlight on the ground beside him while he threw salt on the body. He didn't notice when his flashlight suddenly began to flicker. Dean threw the salt container back into his duffel bag beside him and grabbed a canister of gasoline from the duffel. He poured gasoline all over the body and gagged at the smell once more. His flashlight went out and Dean was thrown across the room. Dr. Ellicot's ghost grabbed the sides of Dean's head and began to send shock-waves into Dean's brain. Dean moaned as pain shot through his body. He reached out and grabbed his lighter from his duffel bag with his fingertips, throwing it onto the body. Ellicot let go of Dean when his body was set on fire. Dean crawled away from Ellicot's grasp and watched as Ellicot's ghost disintegrated into ash. Dean stood up and looked at Sam in the other room. Sam was lightly touching his jaw, wincing. Dean walked over to him, helping him stand up fully.
Alex pushed the asylum's main door open and it opened extremely easily, the bright morning sun streaming in. She ushered Cat and Gavin outside and she followed them. They stopped by the Impala, Alex leaning against it. She stared at the door, waiting for Sam and Dean to walk out. After a few minutes, Sam and Dean emerged from the asylum, blinking in the bright sunlight. When they were a few feet away from the car, Alex ran up to them. She threw her arms around Sam's neck and Sam hugged her tight. Alex hugged Dean next.
"Thanks. For everything," said Cat as Alex and Dean finally separated.
Alex smiled over at her.
"No problem," said Dean, nodding.
The siblings watched as Cat and Gavin climbed into Gavin's car, driving away.
"Hey, Dean?" asked Sam.
Dean looked over at him and Alex did too.
"I'm sorry, man. I said some awful things back there."
Alex looked confused, but Dean simply nodded. He threw his duffel bag into the Impala's trunk and slammed it closed. He got in the driver's seat and Alex and Sam got in the car as well.