Ghostly Ellicott:

I clutched my fingers tightly around the handle of my gun, continuously readjusting my grip from nerves. Who knows how many spirits were here and who knew exactly what they wanted since it obviously clear it wasn't to kill them. "So, how do you guys know about all this ghost stuff?" Kat questioned. Great, she was a talker.

"It's kinda our job." Sam answered.

I scoffed, "More like a family business you can't leave." I never tried to leave it before but I've ran across hunters who have. And they usually never last out of it very long. A motto lived by all hunters: once you're in, there is no way out.

"Why would anyone want a job like that? To raise they're children into it?" Kat asked like it was the worst thing possible. And to some people, I guess it would be.

Sam laughed slightly huffily, "I had a crappy guidance counselor."

I snorted. "At least you had one. I used to skip my sessions." I hated adults telling me I should go this way and do that when all I wanted to do was go that way and do this. So I would fake sick every time I was told to go.

"And Dean?" Kat kept on. "He's your boss." I bit my lip so I wouldn't laugh.

Sam glanced down at Kat. "No." Was all he said.

I smirked, "He only wishes he was."

It didn't take as long as I thought to reach the exit door. But it was harder to get out seeing as both doors were locked. "Alright, I think we have a small problem." Sam said, backing away. I cursed under my breath, turning away from the useless doors.

"Then break it down." Gavin spoke up desperately.

"Yeah, there's gonna be a problem with doing that." I muttered. It looks like the ghosts didn't want them to leave and we couldn't get out till they either had a sudden change of heart or we stopped all this for good.

"Then a window!" Gavin cried, practically grasping for straws in his desperation to get out.

"They're barred." Kat said, voice strangely calm but eyes wide with fear.

"Then how are we supposed to get out?" Gavin wailed.

I rolled my eyes, "How do you think we can?" I scowled. Boys had to act all manly but when there was a real situation going on, nine out of ten men were wusses.

"We're not leaving." Sam explained as gently as he could. "There's something in here." More like what wasn't in here. "It doesn't want us to leave."

"These patients..." Kat guessed in a trailing off worried voice.

"No." Sam said quietly, looking away from the ground. "Something else." I felt a chill go down my spine, feeling like someone was watching us. And I didn't like it one bit. It took several long minutes to conclude what they already knew. There was no way out. "Alright, we've looked everywhere and there's no other way out." Sam explained to the terrified collage kids.

"Which means we're stuck." I grumbled.

"So what the hell are we gonna do?" Gavin wailed, having a seriously freak out.

Sam stepped in front of him. "Well for starters, we're not gonna panic."

"Why the hell not!" Gavin wailed.

"Because panicking isn't going to get us out of here any quicker or easier." I said glaring at him. He swallowed hard under my glare.

I turned to Sam as he answered his ringing phone. "Hey...where are you...I'm on my way." He hunt up.

"And not on your own." I interrupted him before he could tell me I was staying with the kids, even if they were the same age as us. They were still kids to me because of how sheltered they were. One look at me and he knew not to argue. I wasn't the type of girl that sat back waiting for the strong men while she worried her little heart out. I was always in the action.

So Sam turned to Kat and Gavin. "Alright, can either of you handle a shotgun."

It was really no surprise when Gavin looked like he was about to wet his self. "What? No!" He wailed like it was ridiculous.

"I can." Kat suddenly said. I raised a curious eyebrow while Gavin looked at her in surprise and awe, clearly never knowing that little fact about his girlfriend. Kat shrugged exasperated, "My dad took me skeet shooting a couple times."

I took Sam's shotgun, "Well if you can shoot then you need one of these." I handed it over to her."

"It's loaded with rock salt." Sam explained. "It may not kill a spirit but it will repel it." Which was all they needed to do until we could find the bodies and burn them. "So if you see anything, shoot."

And so we went in different ways by two's. Gavin and Kat stayed by the exit door we still couldn't answer. Sam and I started towards the basement. We called for him but there was no answer, even as the light from our last working flashlight dimmed and died out. I jumped as a door swung open behind us. I shared a silent look with Sam, we both nodded, holding up our tunes before silently entering the room. It wasn't Dean. I don't know what it was because I was slammed against the wall, banging my head and getting knocked out.

The last thing I heard was the vile voice of a man saying, "Don't be afraid. In going to make you all better." And then Sam was screaming.

Back at the entrance, Gavin was hurriedly pacing back and forth from wall to wall. Kat was leaning against the wall, tightly holding onto the shotgun looking bored. She sighed, calling for her boyfriend to get his attention. When he came over, she said, "If we make it out of here alive, we are so breaking up." Gavin opened his mouth to protests but he couldn't get a word out before there was a noise around the corner. Both straightened up, immediately on edge as Kat raised the shotgun.

"Something's coming." Gavin whimpered, cowering as he used Kat as a human shield.

That was when Dean came around the corner. Dean threw himself around the corner as Kat pulled the trigger by instinct. Dean called out and Kat dropped the gun apologizing madly. Dean was cursing as he came back around the corner more cautiously than before. "What are you still doing here? Where's Sam and Chris?" Dean demanded when he saw they were gone.

Gavin and Kat shared a confused look. "They went to the basement." Gavin explained confused. "You called Sam and Chris wouldn't let him go alone. So they left."

Dean looked even more confused than them. "I didn't call anybody." Heck, he was pretty sure his cell phone was dead.

"His cell phone rang." Kat explained, sounding unsure and cautious. "He said it was you."

Muttering about basements, Dean grabbed whatever he could find after looking around the room that he could carry easy enough. Only then did he turbot them and warn they to watch themselves, and for him so he didn't get shot at again. The he was off to the basement.

Downstairs, "Ugh, what hit me?" I muttered, slowly sitting up. I found myself under a stairwell to the basement with no idea how I got there. Looking around the dark, I realized my flashlight was gone and I was alone. Calling for my brothers, I cautiously stood before remembering what had happened. The whole door flying open, something knocking me out, and then the faint screams of Sam.

Just down the hall in one of the room, "So where's Chris at anyway?" Dean asked after telling Sam who he'd just found that he'd never called them.

Sam seemed to smile like he knew something. "Oh, she's around. Now weren't you saying something about Dr. Ellicott?"

I started drifting down the hall, rubbing my rib cage from where I'd been slammed into the wall. I was in pain but kept going, I had to know what happened to Sam after all. I had one hand on the wall to guide me, following towards the voices. "How do you know it was him?" I stopped when I recognized Sam's voice.

"Cause I found his log book." Dean was saying. Wait, did that mean Sam was okay. "Apparently he was experimenting on his patients, awful stuff." I felt myself relax, no longer as worried as I was. "Makes lobotomies look like a couple aspirin."

"But it was the patients who rioted?" Sam said as I drifted closer.

"So what are we talking about?" I asked, finally entering the room where a dim light was coming from.

Dean visibly relaxed now that she was in sight. "Sweetheart," he stopped when he took in her disheveled appearance. "What happened to you?" He demanded, turning from relieved to pissed in seconds.

I waved him off. "Not sure, got knocked out." I said dismissively. "Now what about patients rioting?"

Dean looked like he was about to push for answers. But he stopped, sighed, scowled at me and I blinked innocently. He knew I wasn't going to be telling him much more than that so he continued on with what he was saying before I interrupted by arriving. "They were rioting against Dr. Ellicott." While he talked, I was busy examining Sam curious. "Dr. Feelgood was working on some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy." I so wanted to ask him what had happened back there. "He thought that if he could get his patients to vent their anger then they would be cured of it." But I waited, I could wait till Dean was finished explaining everything he'd discovered. "Instead, it only made them worse and worse and angrier and angrier." Well at least there was no injuries so maybe Sam took care of it easily enough. "So I'm thinking, what if his spirits is doing the same thing?" Maybe it was a false call and it was just another spirit trying to pass along a message. "To the cops?" Nah, that didn't make sense. "To the kids in the seventies, making them so angry they become homicidal..." None of the other spirits exhibited violent behavior other than slamming doors and locking you inside. "Come on, we gotta find his bones and torch them."

"How?" Sam brought Dean back to earth. "The police never found his body."

"We'll I guess its a good thing we're not the police." I commented. Cause serious, when dealing with the supernatural, the Feds were horrible and sucked.

"The log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere where he'd work on his patients." Dean explained. "So if I was a patient, I'd drag his ass down here, do a little work on it myself."

I raised an eyebrow. "Hell, they better be doing something to the creep that did this stuff to this. A guy like that doesn't deserve mercy." Hell, last time a normal non-supernatural guy thought he could put a hand on me when I didn't want it, he almost left with a very sensitive body anatomy missing.

But Sam was the cautious one. "I don't know, it sounds kinda..."

"Crazy?" Dean guessed with a smirk.

"Better question." I gave an identical smirk. "When isn't our lives crazy?"

That question would never be answered as Dean opened one of the side doors, glancing around to make sure it was safe. Only when he considered it safe did he step in, allowing them to follow. The room looked like all the others, old tables and those beds with the wheels on it, decaying book shelves, dust covering every inch of it and the air still. Sam seemed please with an 'I told you so look' on his face. "I told you I looked everywhere. I didn't find a hidden room." He said in an almost strange voice.

"Haven't you ever heard that more eyes are better than one." I said, rolling one of the beds away from the wall to have a look see.

"Besides, they're called hidden for a reason." Dean said, before he paused. "You hear that?" I straightened up from where I was checking out the wall under the table, looking at him confused. I didn't hear anything. Sam clearly didn't either when he asked 'what?' I wondered on over curiously as Dean crouched on one side of an old book shelf, gingerly touching the wall. "There's a door here."

I suddenly shrieked surprised when a broad arm of muscle draped itself across my neck, tightening into a chokehold. I grasped onto the arm, struggling to free myself. Before I could open my mouth to scream and demand to know what Sam was doing, I froze as I heard the solid cocking of a pistol, feeling the cold metal as it was pressed against my temple. For the first time since we've met, I was scared of my little brother. "Dean." Sam said. Dean had turn around, startled at my cry, looking shocked with the scene in front of him. I couldn't see from my position but a trail of blood slid from his nose. "Step back from the door." I hadn't felt so helpless since I was a teenager.

Dean cautiously stood, hands raised as his eyes flickered between my face, the gun, and Sam. "Sam, put the gun down."

Sam's eyes flashed like something evil. "Is that an order?" I wigged around, trying to see how much room I had.

Dean looked pale as he said, "Nah, it's more of a friendly request." Every time I moved, he just tightened his grip and I was starting to find it difficult to breathe.

Sam finally took the gun off me but I still couldn't relax because it was now pointed blank range at Dean's chest. "Cause I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders."

"So you talk about it, you don't start waving a gun." I hissed as he pulled my head back snarling at me.

"I knew it." Dean suddenly said. "Elicott did something to you." He accused.

That just seemed to piss Sam off more because he shook angrily. "For once in your life, just shut your mouth." Sam snarled.

"You don't have to do this." I tried. This couldn't be my brother, something had to be controlling him. He screamed at me to shut up, looking like he was about to hit me, pointing the gun madly in my direction again.

"What are you gunna do, Sam." Dean demanded, turning Sam's attention from me to him again. "Gun's filled with rock salt." That didn't help me relax one bit. "It's not gunna kill me." I screamed as Sam shot Dean, throwing his back so hard he completely busted down the hidden door behind him. I felt numb, slacking from sudden loss of control, only Sam's firm hold on me didn't allow me to fall to the ground in shocked horror when Dean didn't immediately get up.

Quite cruelly without a hint of regret, Sam said, "No. But it will hurt like hell." Sam pushed me, shoving me so hard I tripped over Dean's spread legs, hitting the floor beside him. I climbed to my knees as Sam loomed over us, all I could do was stare up at him.

Dean grasping for breath was still thinking of me because as he tried sitting up, he had one arm stretched across in front of me, trying to push me back. Dean was trying to talk Sam back to normal as I put my hands on the back of his shoulders, helping him sit up. "We gotta burn Ellicott's bones and all this will be normal, and you'll be back to normal."

But that just seemed to piss him off more. "I am normal." Sam glared, something evil in his dark eyes. They looked almost black although not demonic possession black. "I'm just telling the truth for the first time." I leaned back as he stepped closer, straddling Dean's legs. "I mean, why are we even here?" We're here because we help people, strangers, rather raised a Winchester or not, we've all been doing it our whole lives. "Cause you're following dad's orders like a good little soldier?" Sam demanded of Dean before looking at me. "You, being raised in normal households." He turned to Dean. "Because you always do what he says without question?" Back to me. "You choose this life despite a normal upbringing and now look at you." Back to Dean. "Are you that desperate for his approval?" Back to me. "Why are you looking so desperately for a man that gave you up!" His words cut into me.

"This isn't you talking Sam." Dean protested.

"He's controlling you, just stop and think for a minute!" I begged, trying to get through to him.

But Sam didn't seem to care. "That's the difference between the three of us." Sam was saying. "I have a mind of my own." He wasn't worth any more than us just because he was the smartest on the team. Dean couldn't resist saving people, it was the most important part of the gig. And I could look at anything and turn it into a makeshift weapon, the problem was getting it to work well enough to either kill or escape. "I'm not pathetic like this family."

"Well like it or not, you're part of it." I snarled, getting pissed. "You can leave but you can never escape since we share blood."

"What, are you planning on killing us?" Dean demanded.

"You know what?" Sam started to chuckle, a cold and chilling chuckle that sent shivers down my spine. "I am sick of doing what you tell me to do." Sam had never mentioned anything like this before, was it really what he thought it was Ellicott making hm say all this. "We're no closer to finding dad today than we were six months ago!" It was a startled reminder to remember that our family of siblings had been together for half a year

"Then let me make it easier for you." Dean decided, pulling his gun out the back of his pants and holding it out to Sam.

"Dean, what are you doing?" I demanded, hissing in his ear, clutching a death grip from behind on his shoulders.

"Doing exactly what he wants." Dean hissed back before turning to Sam. "Real billets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt." Only when Sam hesitated thinking it was a trick did Dean yell at him. I backed away from the scene as Sam grabbed the gun from Dean, pointing it at his forehead, between his eyes. Dean kept talking, "You hate me that much?" It was like they had forgotten I was there. "You think you could kill your own brother?" I scooted back across the floor, looking around panicked. "Then go ahead!" I couldn't exactly stab Sam with one of the multiple knives I had, he was still my brother. "Pull the trigger." I stopped when I kicked something behind me, a thin metal pole. I didn't hesitate to stand, picking it up, bringing it over my head. "Do it!" I didn't register the gun clicking as Sam shot, realizing Dean had handed him an empty gun. I swung down as hard as I could, knocking Sam off of Dean and across the floor where he struggled to get up, startled from the sudden blow.

I held out my hand which Dean took, yanking himself up. He looked at Sam, shaking his head. "Man, I'm not going to give you a loaded pistol!" at least he wasn't a total idiot like I had thought he was several moments ago. Should of known he had some trick up his sleeve, it was the Winchester way after all. Sam stared up at them, the two eldest against the youngest. Sam glared up at them beadily through squinted eyes. Then Dean punched Sam before he could gain his footing, knocking Sammy out cold and leaving him passed out on the floor. I grabbed the back of Dean's jacket before he could fall over, still weaken from the rock salt bullet. "Sorry, Sammy." Dean grunted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Let's get searching." I muttered, looking sadly at Sammy unconscious on the floor. So we explored the room, looking for anything that might be a lead to getting up out of this nightmare. Checking underneath one of the shelves, I suddenly coughed as a hurried putrid order penetrated the air, courtesy of Dean opening one of the bottom cupboard." Dean jumped back, looking like he was about to start gagging. The Dr. Ellicott was now nothing more than a mummified corpse that had been sitting there gathering stink and dust for the better part of who knows how many years.

"Oh, that's just gross." Dean moaned, holding his nose.

I held my breath. "Let's finish this up so we can get out of here." I grumbled, pulling a salt container from Dean's bag. I emptied the can, soaking the dead man's bones in salt, before throwing it aside. Dean grabbed the tin of oil and started squirting it on top of the salt. Before Dean could throw the match, a gurney came flying at them, slamming into Dean and then knocking me over when he rolled into me. I grunted as I hit the floor, scraping my hands against the stone. By the time I looked up after cracking my head on the floor, Dean was being choked by the ghost of Dr. Ellicott, hand flailing as he tried to reach his lighter just out of reach. Seeing that Dr. Ellicott was distracted, I forced myself to slide my bodies using my hands until I was able to stretch out and reach the lighter as far away as I could. With a flick of my finger, I turned on the lighter, another flick and I was tossing it into the cupboard that held the corpse of Dr. Ellicott. Dean was sputtering for air as the doctor was forced to let go, screaming as his ghost went up in flames.

"Cutting it close there, sweetheart." Dean gasped, slowly sitting up.

"At least I showed up." I grumbled, climbing to my knees. At that moment, Sam suddenly woke up, sitting straight up startled. Sam was breathing hard, staring at them while looking confused and out of place. I'm ashamed to say I was now fearful of Sam, the scene of him trying to shoot Dean when he thought the gun was loaded flashing through my head.

Dean sounded completely normal though as he asked, "You're not going to try and kill me again, are you?"

Sam raised a hand to rub his jaw where Dean had hit him. "No." He said quietly, looking like the normal and soulful Sammy they were used to. I felt myself involuntarily relax, this was Sam, the loving little giant of a brother of mine who would never lay a hand on someone that wasn't evil.

"Good. Because that would be awkward." Was all Dean said. I dropped to the ground, groaning because of my sore body.

When we managed to all get to our feet, we found Kat and Gavin where we left them and were out of they're now that the doors were unlocked. I was never so relieved to feel the warmth of the morning sun and the dampness of the morning dew in the air. Now that we were outside, Kat and Gavin profusely thanked us for saving they're asses.

"No more haunted asylums, okay?" Dead warned.

"We might not be around next time you go exploring." I said. After promising they would never go to another place that was haunted, the couple climbed into they're car and left. Once again, we saved the lives of people we knew for one night and would probably never see again.

I eased myself into the hood of the impala, leaning my back against the window when Sam started to speak. "I just...I'm sorry. I said some awful things back there."

I looked at him curiosity, loosely wrapping my arms around my knees. "You remember all that?" Dean asked, tucking his hands into his jacket.

"Yeah." Sam admitted quietly, leaning against the car. "It's like I couldn't control it. But I didn't mean it...any of it." Sounding more like he was trying to convince himself than them.

I glanced to my hands, playing with my nails. "Of course not." I muttered, trying to convince myself and erase the doubt.

"Of course I didn't!" Sam insisted, waving his hands. "Do we need to talk about this?"

Dean walked on over to the driver's side. "Well I don't know about you two girls but I'm not really in the sharing and caring kinda mood. I just wanna get some sleep."

Staring at nothing, "I second that." I muttered before jumping off the car. Haunted asylums were the worst.

It happened a year ago in Burkitsville, Indiana. There was once a married couple named Holly and Vince Parker, leaving a small cafe in an even smaller town, one of those towns covered in dirt, middle of nowhere's, everybody knows everybody types. Following them was a much older couple, Harley and Stacy Jorgeson along with they're seventeen year old niece. "And before you leave, one of our apple pies." Stacy smiled cheerfully as she handed Holly a white paper box. "On the house."

Holly laughed gratefully, taking the box. "Oh my God, thank you so much!" Then she turned to her husband, nudging him. "Hey, we should get lost most often." She joked. "I mean, everyone in this town is so nice."

Vince smiled a little more awkward. "Yeah, what's the catch?"

"You're all set." Harley said coming over after spending the last few minutes filling the couple's car with gas. The couple's van had broken down shortly after they reached town and the repairs were just now finished. Vince shook hands with Harley in thanks.

Emily noticed the inky black tattoo that covered most of Vince's forearm. "That's a cool tattoo." She grinned as Vince thanked her. Nobody around here had something like that, if they had a tattoo at all.

Harley quickly got them back on track. "So, let's get you back to the interstate." He suggested cheerfully. "Take Laskey straight out of town." He pointed down the street.

Stacy finished up. "And then you're gonna turn right on Orchard Road." Thanking them and never once thinking of ill intentions, the couple climbed into they're car and left following the direction given. It was when they got to the orchard miles from town, the car slowly to a stop and broke down.

"What happened?" Holly moaned.

"I don't know." Vince muttered. "Car just died." He paused to pull his phone out his pocket before dropping his arm with a scowl. "Cell phone too."

"How is that possible!" Holly whined. She was clearly from the city, not used to being without technology. And now they weren't even near civilization, stuck on they're own while trying to find any nearby help.

Vince wasn't as concerned, just annoyed as he climbed out of the car. Squinting through the fog of the dark orchard field, he could have sworn he saw a light that could be coming from a house across that field. "Come on, looks like a house over there." He started walking into the orchards.

Holly looked at him in disbelief. "No, I'm not going down there." It was like something out of a horror movie, being so dark with the fog rolling across it. No way was she going through that, besides, she just bought these shoes and they were exactly made for hiking through fields.

Vince rolled his eyes, one foot off the road and already heading into the field. "Holly, we need help, we can't just wait here." Holly wasn't very pleased but smart enough to agree.

Several long minutes of walking later found them near the center of the orchard. They only stopped as they came to a scarecrow high up on a wooden post. "Check it out, if only I had a brain." Vince mocked. He of course, was mocking that old movie 'The Wizard of Oz'.

"We wouldn't be lost." Holly scowled, arms crossed.

Vince scowled at her before looking back at the scarecrow. "This has got to be the freakiest damn scarecrow I've ever seen."

"It scares me." Holly agreed. Just before they started walking away, Holly could have sworn that the scarecrow's head had moved. Panicking, she hurried after Vince while convincing herself it was just her imagination, or the shadows moving, or the wind. Anything other than the idea it may had moved on its own.

Vince suddenly stopped and Holly turned pale as they heard what sounded like someone following them. "Did you hear that?" Holly nodded meekly, hovering at his side. "Hello, who's there?" When nobody answered, they did the only thing they could do while being terrified out of they're minds. Only seconds later did Holly realize she was now running alone. Holly slowed to a stop only to trip over something lying in the trail. Holly back away in growing horror as she recognized Vince, or well, his mutilated corpse, dead eyes staring up at her. She only stopped as she felt her back bump into something, or someone, standing just behind her. Holly slowly raised her eyes until she saw what was behind her. The scarecrow from the post was now hovering over her head. Holly Parker opened her mouth and let loose a scream that echoed throughout the orchid field.

Nobody was around to hear this poor woman's screams of agony as she was brutally ripped apart.