Asylum
"Three whiskey sours!" "Orange Daiquiri!" "Make that two!" "Five negronis!" "Four Bloody Marys!"
Busy, busy, busy. Working at busy bars was my favorite. None of that bartender therapy stuff, just drunk old dudes who gave you a 100% tip if you smiled at them sweetly enough. And tips were great. I'd once made a thousand in a day, granted I'd worked eight hours straight, but the money had been worth it.
Someone slapped a few bills on the counter and I sweeped it up to ring it in the register.
"Making good time, Sharon!" complimented the manager.
"Ten beers!" someone yelled.
"Can you pass me the–" What was her name again? Catherine? Cathy? Cattie? Katie? Ugh. What did it matter? I passed the giant beer mugs to the girl.
"Thanks Sharon." the girl chirped.
She knew me but I didn't know her. I felt a little guilty. But in my defense I was only here for the four hour rush.
"Wanna take that break?" the manager asked as I placed another glass in the sink.
"Nah. I think I would rather make those tips." I smiled and got back to work.
My phone buzzed incessantly in my pocket. I reached down and turned it off. Whoever it was could wait. I had money to make.
When my shift ended, I was handed my pay in cash.
I pulled out my phone to see who had been ringing me nonstop and froze. A set of coordinates from an unknown number. Was that John? Had I just missed a text from John? I tried calling back at the number, but nothing. I quickly dialed Dean's number.
He picked up on the first ring. "Sweetheart?"
"John texted." I got on my bike and got her started. "At least I'm pretty sure it's him."
"Dad?" I could hear rapid shuffling. "What did he say?"
"He sent coordinates. I'm heading to the motel now. Gimme a few."
"Did-did he say anything else?"
"No. And the number's dead."
"You think Dad was texting us?" Sam said as Dean banged away on his laptop.
"He's given us coordinates before." Dean replied.
"The man can barely work a toaster, Dean." Sam pointed out. "And why did he text Sharon? No offense, by the way, but we're kind of his sons."
"Cause he knew she wouldn't panic at his message." Dean glanced at me. "Right?"
"Maybe. I don't know what he thinks." I sat down on the bed as the boys figured out where the coordinates led to.
"Rockford, Illinois." Dean said as he swiveled the laptop to us.
"So what's over there?" Sam asked.
"I checked the local Rockford paper. This cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife, then puts the gun in his mouth, 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. What does this have to do with us?"
"Dad earmarked the Same asylum in the journal. Let's see…" Dean flipped through the journal. "Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths– till last week at least. I think this is where he wants us to go."
Sam snorted. "This is a job… Dad wants us to work a job."
"Well, maybe we'll meet up with him? Maybe he's there?" Dean looked at me hopefully.
No, we weren't gonna meet up with him there. It wasn't time yet. I just gave a weak smile in response.
"He could be sending us there, by ourselves, to hunt this thing." Sam looked at his brother with disbelief.
"Who cares! If he wants us there, it's good enough for me!"
"This doesn't strike you as weird? The texting? The coordinates?"
"Sam! Dad's tellin' us to go somewhere, we're goin'." Dean said with a warning in his tone and the three of us were off on the road once more.
Another job at another bar. This one was chill. Not much going on. Just a couple of drinks here and there. A perfect place for our plan to work out.
"You're Daniel Gunderson. You're a cop, right?" Dean forcefully sat in the empty seat next to the man.
"Yeah, I am. I'm just tryin' to have a beer here." the man said defensively.
"That's okay, we swear it won't take that long." Sam slid onto his other side. "We just want to get the story in your words."
"A week ago, my partner was sitting in that chair. Now he's dead. You gonna ambush me here?" the man glared. He motioned for another beer that I was more than happy to provide.
"Sorry. But we need to know what happened." Dean pressed.
I watched as Sam and Dean bothered the police officer. They got rough with the man, grabbing and jerking his shoulder and whatnot. Total hoodlums. Best part? They looked like it too. Was it time for me to step in though? I decided to enjoy Dean's aggressive 'bad boy' side a little bit longer. He looked hot in his act. A moment later, his green eyes were on me, silently asking why I hadn't stepped in yet. Dammit. I cleared my throat.
"You boys leave the poor man alone." I said from behind the bar.
"Oh yeah? Whatchu gonna do 'bout it?" Sam said, leaning over the counter.
"Tiny thin' like you… I beat them for breakfast." Dean smirked.
That line… sucked.
"I'll call the bouncer." I gave the brothers my best glare.
A beefy man rounded up the corner. The two Winchesters raised their hands in defense and left.
"Thanks." the cop, Gunderson, mumbled. It was Gunderson, right?
"No problem." I finished pouring his beer and slid over his glass. "You're an officer right?"
"Yeah." he sighed.
"You deal with people like that a lot?"
"Everyday." he rubbed his head.
"Next one's on me." I flashed him my customer service smile. I really hated this bartender therapy thing.
"You actually sent the bouncer on us." Dean said as I walked over.
I waved my wad of cash in his face and tucked it into my pocket. "It got me money."
"So what'd you find out from Gunderson?"
"Walter Kelly sounds like a good guy. Top of his class, good wife, good career, thinking about kids, bright future. Did have a few fights with his wife, but who doesn't?"
"Alright, so either Kelly had some deep-seated crazy waiting to bust out, or something else did it to him."
"Right." Sam nodded in agreement. "What did you find out about the asylum?"
"Oh, a ton."
"I hate that I'm getting good at this." I couldn't help but comment as I clambered over the chain linked fence. "Don't look up." I reminded the boys and landed with a soft oomph on the ground.
"There's nothing to see." Dean rolled his eyes as he landed next to me. "Maybe don't wear a skirt the next time we climb over a fence."
I jabbed his shin with my boot. "Okay, for once we're not hunting something in the woods, so you bet I'm wearing a skirt." I rubbed my arms up and down as the cold wind hit. "Anyways. The cops chased the kids here, the South Wing." the three of us glanced up at the sign that literally read 'South Wing'.
"South wing, huh? Wait a second." Dean opened up John's journal. "1972. Three kids broke into the south wing, only one survived. Way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place."
"So whatever's going on, the south wing is the heart of it." Sam thought aloud.
"But if the kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?"
Sam motioned towards the chains. "Looks like the doors are usually chained. Could've been chained up for years."
"Yeah, to keep people out. Or to keep something in." Dean looked at me and Sam.
"We're seriously going in, just like that?" I watched in alarm as the brothers started pushing the door open.
"Come on, sweetheart. Or are you scared the monster will peek up your skirt?" Dean snickered.
I slammed my boot into the back of his knee, making him stumble. "Keep your mouth shut. If something happens to me, the first thing I'm doing is killing you."
The asylum hardly looked inviting. It was cold, empty, dark, with never ending hallways and rooms with doors that looked the same, just with different numbers. It was disorienting. I was pretty sure we were breathing in black mold too considering how damp this place was. I held back a shudder when I stepped on a puddle. I was scrubbing that boot when I got back to the motel.
"Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel." Dean called out to Sam. "and now we have two of you."
"Seriously?" I glared at Dean.
"Dude, enough." Sam snapped too.
"I'm serious. You two gotta be careful, all right? Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you guys got going on. I thought one would be bad, but two might lead to it being worse."
My skin bristled. 'Worse'? What was 'worse'? And bad? He thought I was bad? "Bad? What has my telekinesis done to you?" I turned around to fix Dean with a stare. "And stop saying that about Sam. He's trying his best, alright? If you're so worried, then you can stay behind, and let the 'freak's handle it."
"I didn't say that." Dean tried to defend himself.
This bastard. Did he not understand he was hurting my feelings here? And Sam's? "You know what? I'm done with your BS." I held my rocksalt shotgun tighter and shoved past him. "Go do your little thing."
"Hey! It's not safe to be alone!" Dean tried to grab me but I slipped past into a different hallway. I made sure a table slid in between him and me. I wasn't dealing with him any time soon. I could defend myself against a crazy asylum ghost.
I wandered into a room and blinked to register what I was seeing. Electric shock therapy chairs, lobotomy equipment, trepanation tools… I'd only ever read about them in history books. And even then I'd thought they were crazy for even thinking it would work, but the artwork was goofy and me and my classmates had gotten a good laugh out of it. Actually looking at the things used on those poor people just made me thankful I lived in a time where people with mental health were frowned at and then drugged up. I didn't exactly want a hole in my skull.
"There you are." Sam said as he stumbled into the room I was in.
"Yeah." I looked behind him. "Where's Dean?"
"Kind of… had a disagreement." Sam said sheepishly. "He's being a dick."
"Felt that." I waved my flashlight around the room. "It's someone's office." I spotted the fallen name plate on the table. "Wanna read that?"
"You touch it." Sam had disgust in his voice.
"Ugh." I took a deep breath of the cold musty air and gingerly flipped the name plate. "S something Ellicott." The name plate had rusted over and the grooves in the metal were barely legible anymore.
"San…" Sam tried to read.
"Fo…" I squinted.
"R?"
"D. Sanford. Sanford Elicott."
"Can't be too many of those in the phonebook."
"Sam's got guts." I munched on a bag of cashews as Sam walked into the therapist's office. "I wouldn't be able to walk into a therapy place."
"I thought you were all for therapy?"
"I am. But I don't think I'll actually get therapy. You know. What the hell do you even talk about?"
"Sammy seems to know." Dean leaned against his seat. "You think he got those free therapy sessions colleges offer?"
"For sure. I looked into it once. They were all online and I didn't exactly want my parents to find out."
"That why you run away from home?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
I frowned. "No."
"You're lying."
"So what if I am?" I glared at him. "You don't know what it's like to have parents that hover and worry about you every second of the day." Oh. Oh shit. No, no, no, no. "No, wait, Dean– I-I didn't mean–"
"Yeah I don't." Dean's voice had gone cold. "I don't, alright? You don't have to remind me of how screwed up my family is every damn time you open your mouth."
"When have I ever done that– It was a slip of the tongue! I didn't mean it literally!"
"Oh yeah? Cause it sure sounded like you did." He forcefully opened Baby's door and walked out. "I'm gonna wait inside."
"Dean, wait–" But he'd already disappeared inside.
I slumped in the passenger's seat, feeling guilty as hell. "I didn't mean it like that…"
"I come bearing information." Sam said with a smile as he got in the car. I'd taken a spot in the backseat, still digging into my cashews. Dean followed him silently. He wouldn't even look at me. Then so be it. The bastard kept irritating me too. ESP this ESP that. He'd been treating me and Sam like freaks.
"It's where they housed the really hard cases. The psychotics, the criminally insane."
"Sounds cozy." Dean commented.
"Yeah. And one night in '64, they rioted. Attacked staff. Attacked each other."
"So the patients took over the asylum?"
"Apparently."
"Any deaths?"
"Some patients, some staff. I guess it was pretty gory. Some of the bodies were never even recovered, including our chief of staff, Ellicott."
"What do you mean, never recovered?"
"Cops scoured every inch of the place but I guess the patients must've… stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden."
"Damn." I shuddered. "Some people are crazy."
"Yeah, you can say that again. So, they transferred all the remaining patients and closed the hospital down."
"So, to sum it up, we've got a bunch of violent deaths and a bunch of unrecovered bodies." Dean deadpanned.
"And a bunch of angry spirits." Sam added.
"Good times. Let's check out the hospital tonight."
"Are you two fighting again?" Sam whispered to me as we climbed over the fences again. Dean had already stomped ahead.
"He said something, I got mad. I said something, he got mad." I summarised. "Nothing new really."
"But the silence is killing me." Sam sighed. "How's the EMF?"
"Off the charts." We wandered into the South Wing. "Whatcha see?" I tilted my head up to look through the video camera in Sam's hands. "Damn." There was a dude being electrocuted right in front of us. "What about there?" I grabbed Sam's hand and turned it to face a room. "Live trepanation goes hard."
"Most of these guys look harmless." Sam noted.
"But something's killing everyone."
"Hopefully it doesn't kill us too."
We moved from room to room. I spotted Dean in the room across from us, but like hell I was gonna talk to him now.
"Sharon! Behind you!" I whipped around just in time to see a woman in white with bloody eyes reaching out her hand in my direction. I was pulled to the side by Sam. "Dean? Dean! Shotgun!" Sam yelled.
"Get down!" Dean yelled back. I grabbed Sam's arm and pulled us both to the floor. I peeked up as the woman disintegrated into nothing.
"That was weird." Sam commented.
"Yeah. You're telling me." Dean said as he strapped his shotgun back onto his shoulder.
"No, Dean, I mean it was weird that she didn't attack us." Sam and I followed him out the room.
"Looked pretty aggro from where I was standing."
"She didn't hurt us. She didn't even try! So if she didn't wanna hurt us then what did she want?"
"Hell would I know." Dean scoffed.
"And can you two stop being childish for once? It's starting to get old."
"She's old."
"I'm only two months older, genius." I shot back. "I'm not the one with the shot liver."
"Yeah, cause you're such a prude! You work at bars. I'm pretty sure you sneak in a drink when you think no one's watching."
"Oh, and wouldn't you know. You don't even look at me when we're at a bar! Your eyes are always on some random woman's chest!"
"And you're always staring at anyone with a decent amount of muscle!"
"Can you two take your lovers' quarrel somewhere else?" Sam groaned.
"Shut up, Sam!"
"Don't you shush the poor kid!"
"You're always taking his side!"
"Because you called us both freaks! How do you think that made me feel?!" I pushed Sam aside and grabbed Dean by the collar. His green eyes looked angry. But so was I. "until you can figure that out, don't talk to me."
"With pleasure. And don't you even ask me for anything until you take your words back."
Like I ever asked him for anything. Dean continued walking down the hallway.
"What did you ever say to him?" Sam asked softly.
I bit my lip. "Something mean. But I never meant it like that."
"I won't judge."
"It's- it's bad alright?" I too continued down the hallway. "It'll hurt you too."
Just then a scream erupted. The three of us sped up and we barged into a room. A blonde girl shook like a leaf as she crouched behind a bed in an effort to hide.
"It's alright, we're not going to hurt you. It's okay." Dean said gently. "What's your name?"
"Katherine. Kat." the girl whispered shakily. A lightbulb went off in my head. The woman from the bar a few days ago. Her name was Kat. But what did it matter now?
"Okay. I'm Dean, this is Sam. And that's–"
"And Sharon." I cut in. "We're here to help."
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked.
"Um. My boyfriend, Gavin." Yeah that was all the explanation we needed.
"Is he here?" Dean asked.
"Somewhere. He thought it would be fun, try and see some ghosts. I thought it was all just… you know. Pretend. I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream and…"
"Alright. Kat? Come on." He helped the girl to her feet. "Sam's gonna get you out of here and then we're gonna find your boyfriend."
"No! No. I'm not going to leave without Gavin. I'm coming with you." Kat insisted. I always did like her character. She was strong. And that scene with her and the shotgun was fire.
"It's no joke around here, okay. It's dangerous."
"That's why I gotta find him." Kat stood her ground.
Dean looked at Sam who shrugged.
"Alright, I guess we're gonna split up then."
"Sharon and Dean. Kat and I can look for Gavin."
Seriously? I looked at Sam with disbelief. He was really putting the two of us together?
"What? You two sort things out." Sam gave a cheeky smile and led a confused Kat out the door.
"This is ridiculous." I sighed. But maybe we did need to sort things out.
Dean was walking at a brisk pace in front of me. I almost had to jog to keep up with him.
The tension was starting to kill me. "Look, Dean. We're both idiots. Let's just say sorry and get this over with."
He sighed. "You're right. We both know what the other person meant."
"But we couldn't keep our emotions in check."
"So, sorry."
"Sorry." I paused. "We're good?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah." He tugged on the hem of my shirt to pull me a little closer. "Kiss?" He smirked.
"Love it when you ask." I tilted my head backwards so he could place a kiss on my lips.
Dean and I stuck close this time. He had his pace slowed down enough to match mine. The flashlight in my hands suddenly started glitching. "Oh God." I shook the thing and banged it against my palm. "It's out."
"Son of a bitch." Dean put his hand into his pocket. "I have a lighter."
Something suddenly grabbed onto my arm. It was cold, freezing, nothing like Dean's. I tried to snatch my hand away from the thing holding onto it. I came face to face with the woman from before.
"Ack!" I couldn't help the shriek that left me when the spirit dragged me into a room and the door slammed shut.
Dean was yelling from the other side, telling me to get away from the door because he was going to break it down.
I stuck to the wall beside the door with my heart practically throbbing in my head. Okay. If I remembered this episode correctly, then the spirit of the woman was good and giving us tips. I closed my eyes as she leaned in close. She was hauntingly creepy. Her hair was a tousled mess, YNs would be jealous of how perfectly imperfect it looked. Her face was pale and coldness radiated off of her in waves as she got closer and closer. Her bony fingers curled over my wrist as she held me in place. As much as I wanted to close my eyes to block out her bloody bleeding eye, I couldn't out of fear.
"One…" the ghost whispered. Her cold breath against my ear made me shiver. "Three… Seven…"
She pulled back after that and her thin cracked lips curled up into a smile. She disappeared from sight and the door opened. A panicked Dean rushed to where I was on the wall. "Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe." Oh, I hadn't even realised I was holding my breath. I took in the dusty musty air and choked when it tickled my throat. "Are you okay?" he ran his hands over my arms.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I straightened up. "Y'all found Gavin." Sam, Gavin, and Kat stood at the doorway with wide eyes. "By the way. The ghost was nice. She wanted to say 'one three seven'."
"Room number." Sam and Dean said in sync.
"Y'all ready to get out of here?" I asked the boy and girl that were clinging onto each other.
"That's an understatement." the girl shuddered.
"I'll take them out of here." Sam told me and Dean. "You two look for room 137." he glanced at the lack of space between us. "Everything worked out?"
Dean and I shrugged. "We were both being dumb. Nothing new really."
I knew Dean cared about me. He wouldn't intentionally hurt me ever. And he knew I was the same way. Really, it was just us being moody.
"You guys should hurry." I reminded them.
They nodded and turned heel to leave.
Room 137 was interesting to say the least. There were several tools just laying around. There was dried blood all over the walls. This must have been the center of the revolt.
Dean and I looked around the room together. Dean ran his hands over the walls and I felt around the floorboards with my boots. The two of us kept a hand on both our shotguns loaded with rock salt bullets.
"This is why I get paid the big bucks." Dean said from behind me.
I looked up to see him pulling out a satchel from a wall panel that had fallen off at his touch. We moved to a table and dug around the satchel. Dean pulled out a journal filled with notes and diagrams. Hot diggity damn. That was some serious stuff.
"This guy really tried all that out? On people?" I looked at everything in horror. The guy intentionally destroyed people's brains to study which part did what. I'd only read about case studies because obviously sticking a rod through someone's temporal lobe was… I had no words for it. It made no sense. "This dude needs to be jailed up instead of these poor people."
"You're telling me." Dean muttered. He sat down on the chair and started flipping through the pages. "Torture as therapy?"
"Dude's crazy." I refused to sit on the crusty table or chair. I chose to lean over Dean's shoulder instead as we both went through the books.
As we flipped through the pages, we realised that the guy, Elicott, had decided to focus on electroshock therapy. A very specific kind of electroshock therapy, rage therapy. If you could even call that therapy. A thud outside caught both our attention.
"I'll go look." I started walking towards the door.
"No, don't go alone." Dean walked up beside me. "If this guy's spirit is out there… then I don't wanna know what he's trynna do."
"What about Sam?" I knew one of the brothers got attacked in this episode.
Dean pressed his lips together in worry. "Let's hope he's fine." But his shoulders were tense with worry. I was worried too. Sammy meant too much to the both of us. "I shouldn't have left him alone."
"Yeah. Me too." I quickened my pace to where the sound had come from. "We should hurry."
We turned a corner, only to narrowly escape being shot. Kat had good aim. "Damn it, damn it." Dean grunted when I pressed myself against him to not get hit. "Don't shoot, it's us!"
I peeked around the corner where Kat was cringing and apologising profusely. "It's fine. Don't worry about it."
"Son of a…" Dean said as he stood up from the ground. "What are you still doing here?! Where's Sam?"
"He went to the basement. You called him." Gavin answered. "And we can't leave. Something is preventing us."
"Well, that's awesome. But I didn't call anybody."
"His cell phone rang. He said it was you." Gavin insisted.
Oh no. Sammy. Dean's wide eyes looked at me. "Alright. Watch yourselves… and watch out for me!"
"Sammy? Sam, you down here? Sam? Sam!" Dean yelled as we entered the basement.
"Dean." I grabbed his hand to somehow warn him about Sam.
He suddenly pulled me behind him and raised his shotgun. I gripped my own gun with my finger on the trigger. Was Ellicott here? Dean groaned. "Man, answer me when I'm calling you! You alright?" No, it was Sam. But there was something in his eyes. It wasn't our Sammy.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Sam smiled. But it felt empty.
"You know it wasn't me who called your cell, right?"
"Yeah, I know. I think something lured me down here."
"I think I know who. Dr. Ellicott. That's what the spirits have been trying to tell us. You haven't seen him, have you?" Dean looked around cautiously. But the one being we had to look out for wasn't even on his radar. I tightened my hold on my shotgun. He would be on my radar at least.
"No. How do you know it was him?"
"'Cause we found his log book. Apparently he was experimenting on his patients, awful stuff. Makes lobotomies look like a couple of aspirin."
"But it was the patients who rioted."
"Yeah. They were rioting against Dr. Ellicott. Dr. Feelgood was working on some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy. He thought that if he could get his patients to vent their anger then they would be cured of it. Instead it only made them worse and worse and angrier and angrier. So I'm thinking, what if his spirit is doing the Same thing? To the cop? To the kids in the seventies, making them so angry they become homicidal… Come on, we gotta find his bones and torch 'em."
"How? The police never found his body." Sam pointed out. But he damn well knew where the body was.
"The log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere where he'd work on his patients. So, if I was a patient I'd drag his ass down here, do a little work on it myself."
"I don't know, it sounds kinda…"
"Crazy?" I finished and raised my shotgun.
Sam's demeanor immediately changed. "You can put that thing down, you bitch."
Excuse me? "I raised you better than that." I realised he was picking up his own gun. "Put that thing down."
A drop of blood ran down from Sam's nose. Dean stared in shock. "What the hell?" he demanded.
"That's not our Sammy." I hovered my finger over the trigger. "Try anything and I will shoot." But we all knew I couldn't. My aim was already shaky.
"Like what? This?" He snapped his fingers. Nothing happened? Or was something going to fall?
"Sammy? Did he get to you?" Dean demanded.
The wind was knocked out of me when Sam landed a punch right in the center of my chest. I gripped a wall instinctively, trying to regain my footing. The gun had slipped from my hands. Dammit. Sam kicked my weapon away from me and raised his gun at Dean who couldn't bring himself to point the gun at his brother. Damn family love. I would have shot my brother… No I wouldn't have. Love made everyone stupid.
"Put the gun down." Dean ordered.
"Is that an order?"
"Nah, it's more of a friendly request."
"'Cause I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders." Sam's gun was aimed right at Dean's chest.
"Ellicott did something to you."
"For once in your life, just shut your mouth."
Yeah, Sam would never say that.
"What are you gonna do, Sam? Gun's filled with rock salt. It's not gonna kill me."
"Maybe not you." Sam turned towards me with a crazed look. "But it'll hurt her badly enough."
"Sammy. Don't you dare. We gotta burn Ellicott's bones and all this will be over, and you'll be back to normal."
"I am normal. 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? Because you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?"
"This isn't you talking, Sam." I reached into my pocket for the self defense laser things. I aimed it directly at Sam's eyes and he hissed, squinting against it. "Dean, find the body." I urged the older Winchester.
He clenched his jaw and nodded.
"Dean!" Sam growled and moved to follow Dean, but I was on it. I swung my leg hard enough into the back of Sam's knees that he went tumbling to the floor. "You bitch!" he snarled.
I stomped on his hands so that he would release the gun and kicked it aside. "Stay down Sam."
"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. Your stupid psychic powers have done nothing!"
Well, he didn't have to say it like that.
"I saved Jessica."
Sam faltered at the statement.
"So you can shut up. Alright?" I stepped closer to him, waving my laser around as a threat. "Sit down and be a good kid."
"I don't take orders. I'm not pathetic. Like you and Dean." he heaved.
"Sure kid." I aimed the laser at him again, but he closed his eyes and tackled me to the ground. "Goddammit!" I slammed my hand against his temple as hard as I could, but dude didn't even flinch. "You trynna kill me?!" I decided on shoving my foot between his legs instead. RIP Dean Winchester the second.
He let out a howl of pain and released me. The two of us rolled away from each other as we tried to catch our breaths. "Do not cuss at me." I walked over to his groaning form and grabbed my gun that was loaded with iron bullets. I slammed the back of it into the side of his head. "Sorry Sammy." I said to his unconscious face.
"Son of a bitch!" I heard Dean yell. He was thrown across the room against a wall. Ellicott stood in front of him, reaching out his hands for Dean. Dammit. "Lighter, Sharon!"
I spotted it right next to the disgusting corpse behind a now broken door. "I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE A LIGHTER!" Great. My life was great. I reached into my pockets and pulled out a matchbox. I struck the match against the box a couple of times and held up the flame I'd successfully lit. I threw it onto the corpse that had already been doused with gasolene and salt. "Adios sucker." I said and Ellicott burst into flames.
"No more haunted asylums!" Dean reminded the boy and girl as they got in their car. They shakily nodded and drove off.
"Hey, Dean, Sharon?" Sam said quietly.
"I'm sorry, man. I said some awful things back there."
"Nah, it's fine." I waved off his worries. "You weren't yourself. Besides, I said goodbye to a few Sammy juniors."
"What?" Dean looked at me and Sam.
"I kicked him between the legs cause he wouldn't let go." I winced at the very thought of it. "Then I knocked him out with the back of my gun. So I'd say we're even." I patted the big guy on the back. "You're fine Sam."
"Juniors aren't." Dean smirked and got into the Impala.
"I didn't mean it, any of it." Sam continued apologising either way.
"You didn't, huh?"
"No, of course not! Do we need to talk about this?"
"No. I'm not really in the sharing and caring kinda mood. I just wanna get some sleep."
I slipped into the backseat and laid down on the leather seats. I closed my eyes and let sleep take over. Sam was back to normal. And we were all good. All good.
A/N: This chapter was a lot shorter than I'd hoped for. But I also don't know what to do with it. Like this chapter just had nothing for me to work with. And there wasn't anything to change either, cause my brain can't come up with how. SO HAVE SOME TEA. I do have family lore btw, smth about how my dad's cousin is trynna curse him and tried to curse my mom years ago. He and his wife also told my parents, when I was born, (like literally I was two days old) that I was never gonna get married? I mean they're not wrong so far but that's cause I've never liked anyone enough to even pursue? He's also trynna run away with a woman half his age and divorce his current wife and disown his adult daughter. There's also some things about how he's trynna steal the little money my grandpa left for my grandma, and it's a whole thing in the extended family rn. On the bright side, hot guy is still hot as ever. He wore a blue jacket yesterday KYAAA. And valentine's day is coming up. I wonder if he'll dress up. Not like it matters cause I'll only see him in chem lab and we have to wear lab coats over our clothes so :').