You and the boys were just relaxing in your motel room, you were looking up possible gigs for the three of you while Dean was reading John's journal and Sam was on the phone with somebody. "No, dad was in California last we heard from him. We just thought that since he comes to you for munitions, maybe you seen him in the last few weeks. Just call us if you hear anything." you heard Sam say into the phone as he was talking to a friend of John's. "Okay, thanks."

"Caleb hasn't heard from him?" Dean asked as he looked up from the journal.

"Nope, neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim." Sam stated. "What about the journal? Any leads in there?"

"No, same as the last time I looked." Dean replied. "Nothing that I can make out. I love the guy, but I swear, he writing like friggin' Yoda."

"You know maybe we should contact the Feds. File a missing persons report." Sam suggested.

"We talked about this, dad'd be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail." Dean explained.

"I don't care anymore." Sam stated as one of the cell phones started to ring. "After all that happened back in Kansas...I mean, he should've been there. You said so yourself. You tried to call him. And nothing."

"I know." Dean said as he was digging through one of his flannels for the ringing cell phone. "Where the hell is my cell phone?"

"You know, he could be dead for all we know." Sam growled.

"Don't say that." Dean growled back to Sam as he stopped looking for a second. "He's not dead. He's-He's-"

"He's what? He's hiding?" Sam retorted. "He's busy?"

"I don't believe it...' Dean mumbled as he chuckled staring down at his phone.

"What?" you asked looking over at Dean.

"It's a-A text message." Dean answered as he sat on the bed next to Sam. "It's coordinates." Dean had you put the coordinates into the laptop to see where they pointed to.

"You think dad was texting us?" Sam wondered as they watched you put in them into the laptop.

"He's given us coordinates before." Dean replied.

"The man can barely work a toaster, Dean." Sam said as he stood by the bed, while you and Dean sat across from each other at the table.

"Hey, this is good news, it means he's still alive." you commented as you were typing.

"Well, was there a number on the caller ID?" Sam asked Dean.

"No, it said unknown." Dean answered.

"Okay, well, where do the coordinates point, Y/N?" Sam asked you.

"They point towards Rockford, Illinois, which is interesting." you replied.

"Okay, and that's interesting how?" Sam wondered.

"I just looked up the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this." you explained as you turned the laptop to show the boys. "This cop, Walter Kelly, he comes home, shoots his wife then puts the gun in his mouth, and blows his brains out. And earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum."

"Okay, I'm not following." Sam stated as he pulled up a chair between you guys. "Wh-what does this have to do with us?"

"Oh, I get it! Dad earmarked the same asylum in his journal." Dean explained as he flipped through the journal. "Let's see. Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings. Two deaths. Till last week, at least. I think this is where he wants us to go."

"This is a job. Dad wants us to work a job." Sam muttered as he scoffed and wiped his face.

"Maybe we'll meet up with him. Maybe he's there." Dean suggested looking over at Sam.

"Maybe he's not, I mean, he could be sending us there by ourselves to hunt this thing." Sam said.

"Who cares?" Dean wondered. "If he wants us there, it's good enough for me!"

"This doesn't strike you as weird?" Sam asked Dean. "The texting? The coordinates?"

"Sam. Dad's telling us to go somewhere. We're going." Dean stated as he walked back over to the bed.

"Hey, whether he wants you guys to go there or not, something in that asylum is killing people. We should stop it before it kills anyone else." you stated as you stepped between the boys being the voice of reason.

"Fine," Sam muttered as he looked away from Dean.


You three stopped by The Old Terminal Pub where Kelly used to drink with his partner, hoping you could find the partner there. The man was sitting alone at a high table until Dean approached him. The brothers came up with this hilarious plan that Dean would pose as a reporter and harass him then Sam would jump in and save the day. You just sat a few tables away and watched as Dean went up and tried to talk to him. You couldn't hear what they were saying due to all of the noise around you but you could tell that the man was getting upset. You took a sip of your drink of choice as you watched Sam walk around the side of the table and punch Dean square in the jaw causing he to bend sideways a bit. You laughed so hard that you almost spit your drink out, then you watched as Dean left the bar and Sam sat down to talk to the guy. You set some money on the table for your drink and followed Dean back to the car with a smile on your face. "What are you all smiley about?" Dean asked gruffly as you sat next to him on the Impala.

"Sorry, it was a little funny watching you let Sam punch you in the face." you explained.

"It was not." Dean pouted as he looked away a little embarrassed. Then Sam finally came out of the bar. "You shoved me kind of hard in there, buddy boy." Dean commented as Sam walked up to you and Dean.

"I had to sell it, didn't I?" Sam asked as he shrugged. "It's Method acting."

"Oh you sold it, all right." you said with a smile on your face.

"Huh?" Dean wondered.

"Never mind." Sam muttered as he went to his side of the car.

"What'd you find out from Gunderson?" Dean asked.

"So Walter Kelly was a good cop. Head of his class, even-keeled. He had a bright future ahead of him." Sam explained.

"How about at home?" you asked.

"They had a few fights, but it was mostly smooth sailing. They were even talking about having kids." Sam replied.

"So either Kelly had some deep-seated crazy waiting to bust out or something else did it to him." Dean stated.

"Right." Sam said.

"What'd Gunderson tell you about the asylum?" you asked.

"A lot." Sam answered.


The next day you and the boys went to the asylum to see what it was all about for yourselves. Sam jumped over the chain-linked fence first, then Dean gave you a boost to the top of the fence and you were able to jump to the ground by yourself. Then he followed you over, and Sam led the three up the stairs to the front entrance of the asylum. When you got into the foyer the room as trashed and there was graffiti covering almost every surface. "So apparently, the cops chased the kids here. Into the south wing." Sam explained as he pointed to the door behind you guys.

"South wing, huh?" Dean mumbled as you looked around. The place gave you creeps, and a part of you was trying to tell you to not go into the south wing. "Wait a second." Dean muttered as he flipped through the journal. "South wing, south wing. 1972. Three kids broke into the south wing. Only one survived. The way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place."

"So chances are whatever is causing these deaths in located in the south wing?" you asked.

"Yeah, but if kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?" Dean asked as he continued looking through the journal for more answers.

"Looks like the doors are usually chained. Could've been chained up for years." Sam said as he walked up and pointed out the broken chains hanging on the doors leading to the south wing.

"Yeah, to keep people out." Dean stated.

"Or to keep something in." you suggested. Sam opened the door and you followed the boys into the south wing keeping an eye out for anything weird.

"Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel." Dean joked as you three walked down the hall. All of the rooms you passed were trashed and some were littered with bottles and cans, probably from kids partying and drinking in here.

"Dude, enough." Sam complained.

"I'm serious. You gotta be careful, all right?" Dean stated. "Ghost are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got going on."

"I told you, it's not ESP. I just have strange vibes sometimes. Weird dreams." Sam explained.

"I'm sure anyone could get strange vibes from this place." you commented as you felt a shiver crawl up your spine.

"Yeah, whatever. Don't ask, don't tell." Dean mumbled as he looked at his Walkman EMF reader.

"You getting any readings on that thing or not?" Sam asked as he sighed.

"Nope. 'Course it doesn't mean nobody's home." Dean answered as he stared at the EMF reader.

"Spirits can't appear during certain hours of the day." Sam stated.

"The freaks come out at night." Dean continued.

"Yeah." Sam muttered.

"Hey Sam who do you think is the hotter psychic? Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt or you?" Dean asked jokingly.

"Definitely Jennifer Love Hewitt." you commented as you peeked into one of the room on your way past. You heard Sam smack Dean in the shoulder as Dean laughed. You three entered what looked like a doctor's office as Sam coughed and Dean whistled. Dean put his EMF reader away since he wasn't getting any readings on it.

"Man. Electroshock, lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kind of like my man Jack inCuckoo'sNest." Dean said in a weird voice trying to be funny, but his joke fell flat when he didn't get a response from you or Sam. "So what do you two think? Ghosts are possessing people?"

"Maybe." Sam mumbled looking around the room.

"It could be like the spirits are driving anyone who comes in here insane." you suggested.

"Oh, like Amityville or the Smurl Haunting." Sam said.

"Kind of like my man Jack inTheShining." Dean said.

"Dean? When are we gonna talk about it?" Sam asked.

"Talk about what?" Dean wondered.

"Oh here we go." you muttered under your breath.

"About the fact that dad isn't here." Sam growled.

"Oh, uh, let's see. Never." Dean stated.

"I'm being serious." Sam said.

"So am I." Dean said. "Look, he sent us here. He obviously wants us here. We'll just have to pick up the search later.

"It doesn't matter what he wants." Sam argued. "

"See, that attitude right there? That is why I always got the extra cookie." Dean stated as he pointed at Sam.

"Dad could be in trouble. We should be looking for him." Sam stated. "We deserve some answers, Dean. This is our family."

"I understand that, Sam. But he's given us an order." Dean explained.

"So we gotta always follow Dad's orders?" Sam asked.

"Of course we do." Dean replied. While those two were going back and forth you found a nameplate that read "Chief of Staff. Sanford Ellicott."

"Sanford Ellicott. You guys know what we gotta do. We need to find out more about the south wing. Find out if something happened here." you stated as you showed them the nameplate.


You and the brothers went to visit the office of a psychiatrist who also happened to be the son of the Dr. Sanford Ellicott whose nameplate you found in the asylum. They decided to let you talk to him by yourself to see how well you did it on your own. You read a few magazines while waiting to be called. "Y/N L/N?" You heard a man call as he walked into the room.

"That's me." you responded as you put the magazine down and followed him into his office. He sat down at his desk while you sat on the couch across from him you read the nameplate on his desk and it said "Dr. James Ellicott." "Thanks again for seeing me at the last moment." you said as you relaxed in the chair. "Dr. Ellicott? Ellicott, that name. Was there a Dr. Sanford Ellicott working around here before? A chief psychiatrist?"

"My father was chief of staff at the old asylum." Dr. Ellicott explained as he crossed his legs. "How did you know?"

"Uh, well, I'm kind of a local-history buff. Didn't something happen in the south wing there?" you started to say.

"We're on your dollar Y/N, we're here to talk about you." Dr. Ellicott stated.

"Yeah, right." you said.

"So. How's things?" Dr. Ellicott asked.

"Things are good right now." you replied.

"Good. What have you been doing?" He asked.

"I've been traveling, uh, on a road trip with a couple of friends of mine." you answered.

"Was it fun?" He wondered.

"Lots of fun...I've met a lot of different people...did a lot of exciting things..." you said as you remembered everything that's happened to you since you met Sam and Dean. "What exactly happened in the south wing?"

"Look, if you're a local-history buff, then you know all about the Roosevelt riot." He explained.

"Yeah of course I know about the riot, I was just curious about-" you started to say.

"Y/N. Let's cut the bull, shall we? You're avoiding the subject. You. Now, I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you all about the Roosevelt riot if you tell me something honest about yourself. Like, uh, these friends you're traveling with how do you feel about them?" He asked.

After having a long and rather interesting conversation with Dr. Ellicott, you met up with Sam and Dean who were waiting just outside the entrance."D*mn, Y/N. You were in there forever!" Dean growled. "What did you talk about?"

"Well, he wouldn't tell me about the hospital unless I told him a few things about myself." you explained.

"Speaking of, what did you find out?" Sam asked as they followed you away from the building.

"The south wing is where they kept all of the hardest cases. Anyone who is psychotic or criminally insane." you replied.

"Sounds cozy." Dean mumbled.

"There was a night in 1964, where they rioted and attacked the staff, not to mention each other." you continued.

"So, what happened to the patients?" Sam wondered.

"They took over the asylum." you answered.

"Any deaths?" Dean asked as you three reached the Impala.

"Some patients and some staff, it got pretty bloody in there. Some of the bodies weren't even found, including the chief of staff, Dr. Sanford Ellicott." you explained.

"They were never found?" Sam asked.

"Cops combed every inch of the asylum, the patients must have stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden." you said.

"That's grim." Dean commented.

"So, all of the remaining patients got transferred and they shut the hospital down." you finished.

"So to sum it up we've got a lot of violent deaths and unrecovered bodies." Dean stated.

"Which probably means a bunch of angry spirits." Sam pointed out.

"Good times, let's check out the hospital tonight." Dean decided.


You and the brothers returned to the asylum to see if you could find and burn the hidden bodies. Dean nudged the south wing door open as you shined a flashlight down the hallway. Then you guys walked into the south wing, Sam powered on his video camera and Dean turned on the Walkman EMF reader, while you were in charge of manning the flashlight and the duffel bag that held the shotgun and salt rounds . "Getting readings?" you asked as you shined the light ahead of the group.

"Yeah, big time." Dean answered as he looked down at the EMF reader.

"This place is orbing like crazy," Sam stated as he looked through the video camera.

"There's probably multiple spirits." Dean muttered as he kept looking up and down as he was walking.

"Have you guys faced this many spirits before?" you asked a little nervous.

"Just treat it like any other hunt and you'll be fine." Dean said comforting you a little.

"If these bodies are causing the haunting..." Sam started.

"We gotta find and burn them. Just be careful. The only thing that makes me more nervous than a piss-off spirit is the pissed-off spirit of a psycho killer." Dean warned. There was a lot of noise coming from the EMF reader, but no sign of anything that you could visibly see. Suddenly you felt something move behind you causing you to shine the light behind you. "What?" Dean asked.

"I thought that I felt something walk by just now." you explained being a little more aware now.

"Come one we gotta find those bodies." Sam stated as the boys turned around and continued walked ahead. You guys finally reached the doctor's office from earlier and looked around. The boys split up, Sam stayed in the office while Dean walked down another hall. You stayed in the office with Sam while he looked around the room with the video camera. Suddenly a spirit appeared as Sam turned around to face you. "Y/N, shotgun!"

"On it! Move!" you yelled as you pulled out the shotgun and shot the spirit.

"That was weird." Sam muttered as he panted heavily.

"What happened?" Dean asked as he rushed back to you guys.

"A spirit appeared in front of Sam, but I shot it for the time being." you explained.

"It was weird though, she didn't attack me." Sam stated as you and him followed Dean down the hallway he came from.

"Really?" Dean questioned.

"She didn't hurt me. Didn't even try." Sam replied. "So if she didn't wanna hurt me, then what did she want?" As you guys walked past a doorway there was noise from behind an old bed frame. You gave Dean the shotgun as you you shined the flashlight into the room. The boys walked in slowly to see was there. It turned out to be a teenage girl whimpering and shaking from fear.

"It's all right. We won't hurt you. It's okay." Dean said as he put the gun down. "What's your name?"

"Katherine." She shakily replied as she stood up. "Kat."

"Okay. I'm Dean, this is Sam, and Y/N." Dean introduced.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked.

"Um, my boyfriend, Gavin-" Kat started to say.

"Is he here?" Dean asked.

"Somewhere." Kat answered. "He thought it would be fun to try and see some ghosts. I thought it was all just, you know pretend. I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream and..."

"All right, Kat. Come on. Y/N's gonna get you out of here, while Sam and I find your boyfriend." Dean said as he took her hand and tried to bring her to you.

"No, no, no. I'm not gonna leave without Gavin. I'm coming with you." Kat stated as she looked between the three of you.

"It's no joke. It's dangerous around here." Dean explained.

"That's why I gotta find him." Kat said as she took a few deep breaths.

"All right, I guess we're gonna split up, then." Dean said. "Y/N and Sam look together, and I'll take Kat with me." Dean ordered as he took Kat out of the room and to the right, while you followed Sam to the left.

"Gavin!" Sam called out as you shined the flashlight from room to room.

"Hey, Gavin!" you called out as you followed Sam. Sam turned right down the branching hall into a small side room where you found Gavin lying on the floor.

"Gavin!" Sam said as he shook Gavin. You covered Sam and watched in case any spirits showed up. "Hey, Gavin." Gavin sat up and jumped back when he saw you and Sam.

"Hey, it's okay, we're here to help. We found your girlfriend Kat in another room." you explained trying to calm him down.

"Who are you guys?" Gavin asked.

"My name is Sam and this is Y/N." Sam replied as he pulled Gavin off of the floor.

"Is Kat alright?" Gavin asked.

"She's worried about you, you okay?" Sam asked.

"I was running, I-I think I fell." Gavin stuttered.

"You were running from what?" you wondered.

"There was-There was this girl. H-h-her face...It was all messed up." Gavin answered.

"Okay, okay. Listen, listen. This girl, did she try to hurt you?" Sam asked.

"What? No. She, uh..." Gavin started to say.

"She what?" Sam asked.

"She kissed me." Gavin explained.

"ugh, you got kissed by a ghost!?" you said as you put a hand over your mouth trying not to think about what that was like.

"But-but she didn't hurt you physically?" Sam asked.

"Dude, she kissed me." Gavin repeated. "I'm scarred for life."

"Well, trust me, it could have been worse." Sam growled as he scoffed. "Now, do you remember anything else?"

"She-Actually, tried to whisper something in a ear." Gavin answered.

"What?" you wondered.

"I don't know I ran like hell." Gavin said as he shrugged his shouldered. You and Sam took Gavin back the way you came to meet up with Dean and Kat. As you got closer you heard screaming down the hall s o you three ran as fast as you could. You turned a corner and saw Dean down the hall banging and pulling at a door.

"What's going on?" Sam called out as you, him, and Gavin joined Dean at the door.

"She's inside with one of them!" Dean yelled he kept trying to pry open the door.

"Help me!" you heard Kat scream from inside the room.

"Kat!" Gavin screamed as he ran up to the door.

"Get me out of here!" Kat cried out.

"Kat. It's not gonna hurt you. Listen to me! You have to face it. You have to calm down." Sam explained as he leaned into the door.

"She's gotta what?" Dean questioned as he turned around.

"I have to what!" Kat screamed.

"The spirits, they're not trying to hurt us. They're trying to tell us something." you explained.

"You face it!" Kat cried.

"No, it's the only way to get out." Sam stated.

"No!" Kat cried.

"All you have to do is look at it, that's it. I know you can do it." you said. Everything went quiet at that point and all you guys could hear was each other breathing.

"Kat?" Gavin asked loudly through the door.

"Man, I hope you two are right about this." Dean growled.

"Yeah, me too." Sam agreed as he took in a big gulp of air. Suddenly the door unlocked and Kat came out unharmed.

"Kat." Gavin sighed relieved to know she was okay. Dean pulled her out quickly while Sam shined a flashlight inside the room.

"One thirty-seven." Kat stated.

"Sorry?" Dean asked.

"It whispered in my ear, "137."" Kat explained.

"Room number." you and the brothers said in unison.

"All right, so if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone-" Sam started to say as you three huddled together while Dean grabbed a few things from the duffel bag.

"Then what are they trying to do?" Dean finished.

"Maybe the room "137" has some information related to how they died." you suggested.

"Guess we'll find out." Dean as he got up. "So...now, you guys ready to leave this place?"

"That's an understatement." Kat sighed.

"Okay, Sam will get you out of here, while Y/N and I find room 137." Dean decided as you followed Dean down the hall with your flashlight.

You and Dean finally reached room 137, Dean pushed the door open to reveal tables, chairs, books, and papers scattered across the room. There had to be something of importance in here though. You and Dean searched room until Dean found some loose wall paneling he ripped it out to find an old-fashioned brief case that was hidden. "This is why I get paid the big bucks." Dean stated as he pulled it out and the two of you looked through the journal that was in there. It was a patient's journal that talked about how Dr. Ellicott was during "extreme rage therapy" experiments on his patients.

"That's inhumane." you muttered angrily as you looked at some of the many diagrams and pictures in the journal.

"All work, and no play makes Dr. Ellicott a very dull boy." Dean stated as you looked through it together. You thought you heard an eerie breath in the hallway so you looked up but didn't see anything.

Once you found everything you could, you two returned to the entrance to the south wing. Just as you were about to turn the corner Dean quickly pulled you into his arms causing you to blush as a salt round almost hit you in the face. "Damn it, damn it. Don't shoot, it's us!" Dean yelled as he let go of you. You looked around the corner to see Gavin hiding behind Kat who was holding one of the shotguns.

"Sorry. Sorry" Kat cried.

"Son of a-" Dean started to say as you both looked at where your head could have been then Dean walked over to them while you composed yourself. "What are you still doing here? Where's Sam?"

"He went to the basement. You called him." Gavin explained.

"I didn't call him." Dean stated.

"His cell phone rang. He said it was you." Kat said.

"You don't think-" you started to say as you and Dean realized the spirit set a trap for Sam.

"Basement, huh?" Dean wondered as they just nodded. "All right, watch yourselves. And watch out for us. Come on, Y/N."

You and Dean rushed to the basement to catch up to Sam before anything happened to him. "Sammy." Dean called out.

"Sam!" you called as you both looked around the dank and grimy basement.

"Sam, you down here?"" Dean asked with no response." Sam?"

"Sam!" you called again as you both turned around to see Sam appear out of nowhere.

"Man, answer us when we are calling you." Dean growled at Sam.

"Are you all right?" you asked looking over Sam to make sure he was okay.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Sam stated.

"You know, that wasn't me who called your cell, right." Dean pointed out.

"Yeah, I know. I think something lured me here." Sam said.

"I think I know who. Dr. Ellicott." Dean stated.

"That's what those spirits were trying to tell us. You haven't see him have you?" asked.

"No, how do you know it was him?" Sam asked.

"We found his log book, Apparently, he was experimenting on his patients. Some awful stuff. Makes lobotomies look like a couple of aspirin." Dean explained.

"But it was the patients who rioted." Sam pointed out.

"Yeah, they were rioting against Dr. Ellicott." you said as Sam looked at you a bit confused.

"Dr. Feelgood was working on some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy. He thought if he could get his patients to vent their anger they'd be cured of it. Instead, it only made them worse and worse, and angrier and angrier. So we were thinking, what if his spirit was doing the same thing?" Dean explained.

"To the cop. To the kids in the '70s." you continued. "Making them so them so angry they become homicidal."

"Come on, we gotta find his bones and torch'em." Dean stated as he adjusted the duffel bag over his shoulder and walked past Sam.

"How? The police never found his body." Sam said as you followed Dean.

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

"I don't know. It sounds kind of-" Sam started to say.

"Crazy?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam stated.

"Yeah. Exactly." Dean said as you and him went into a room to look around.

"I told you, I looked everywhere. I didn't find a hidden room." Sam explained as he paced around the room.

"That's why they said it was hidden." you said examining the walls when you heard air moving somewhere. "You guys hear that?"

"What?" Sam shrugged as you and Dean listened. Dean bent down to feel the crack near the floor as you stood up and took a step back.

"There's a door here." Dean said as you suddenly felt a shotgun being pointed at your back and Sam twisted your arm tightly behind your back so you couldn't move.

"Dean," Sam stated as Dean looked up to see Sam holding you at gunpoint. He blinked a couple of times bewildered at what he was seeing. "Step back from the door." Dean got up like Sam said and you weren't sure what to do. You know Sam would never do this, Dr. Ellicott must have gotten to him, but you didn't want Sam to get hurt either. You hoped Dean could figure something out.

"Sam, put the gun down. Let Y/N go." Dean ordered.

"Is that an order?" Sam growled.

"No, it's more of a friendly request." Dean stated.

"Because I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders." Sam said as he pressed the gun into your back.

"Sam please, I'm asking you to let me go." you asked trying to not show that you were scared.

"I knew it." Dean mumbled as he stared at Sam. "Ellicott did something to you, didn't he?"

"For once in your life, just shut your mouth." Sam growled.

"What are you gonna do, Sam? That gun's filled with Rock salt." Dean stated. "The worse you're gonna do is give her a bad bruise."

"Please don't tempt him Dean." you said as Sam let go your arm and wrapped his arm around your neck and fired the shotgun into Dean's chest.

"No, but it'll hurt like hell." Sam smiled as Dean went crashing into the hidden room. While he was shooting Dean you quickly bit down on Sam's forearm with all of your might causing him to flinch in pain and let you go. You took the chance you had and stole the shotgun from him and took a step back to get closer to Dean while holding Sam at gunpoint. Then you shot Sam in the chest and watched him slam into the other wall and fall unconscious.


You bound Sam to a metal table that was welded to the floor and wall so he couldn't break free. It didn't take long for Dean to snap back to it. "What happened?" Dean groaned as he looked at Sam bound in the corner.

"I got the gun away from Sam and shot him, he's a little tied up now so hopefully he won't be an issue." you explained as you started looking for Dr. Ellicott's bones.

"We just got burn his bones, and this'll all be over. And Sam'll will be back to normal." Dean said as he still laid on the floor.

"I am normal Dean," you heard Sam growl and he struggled against his bindings. "I'm just telling the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? Cause you're following Dad's orders like a good little soldier. Cause you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?"

"Ugh, why couldn't you have taped his mouth shut, too?" Dean complained.

"Sorry not enough time for that." you explained. "Sam we all know this isn't you talking."

"That's the difference between you and me, Dean. I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic like you." Sam stated.

"Oh that's ironic since your mind's anything but your own right now." you mumbled digging through everything in the room.

"Oh and don't get me started on you Y/N...I mean what kind of person would just up and travel with two complete strangers, hunting monsters in the darkest corners of the country?" Sam pointed out.

"Sam leave her alone, this is between me and you." Dean growled.

"You know what? I am sick of doing what you tell me to do. We're no closer to finding Dad today than we were six months ago." Sam spouted.

"That's it! Sorry Sammy." Dean growled as you heard him punch Sam knocking him out again. Now that Dean was up he could help you find Dr. Ellicott's bones and burn them. Dean was looking at a medicine cart when you saw Dr. Ellicott appear behind him. "That's just gross" Dean complained as he looked into the cart.

"Dean!" you called out as you stepped between him and Dr. Ellicott. Then Dr. Ellicott decided to attack you instead of Dean, and put his hands on the sides of your head.

"Don't be afraid. I'm going to help you. I'm going to make you all better." Dr. Ellicott said as you felt electricity fire into your brain.

"Y/N!" you heard Dean yell as he was about to grab the shotgun and fire at Ellicott.

"Ah...Don't worry, burn the body!" you cried out between your grunts of pain. Dean salted and lit the body as fast as he could, and you watched Ellicott's spirit light up and vanish as you felt unconscious. You heard Dean calling out your name, as everything went dark. When you woke up again you felt yourself being carried on Dean's back and you heard Sam and Dean talking but you were too tired to listen, and Dean's back felt so safe and warm so you went back to sleep.


You woke up in the Impala on the way back to the motel and the boys filled you in on what happened to Kat and Gavin. Sam also apologized for everything he said to you as well, but there was an awkward silence between Sam and Dean more so than usual. Once you guys returned to the motel both you and Dean collapsed on your respective couch and bed. While you were in and out of sleep you could have sworn you heard Sam called someone "dad" on his cell phone...