My Strange New Life

Asylum

“ No, Dad was in California last we heard from him. We just thought...he comes to you for 'munitions....maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. Just, call us if you hear anything.” Sam spoke into the receiver of his phone. It had been a couple days since we were in Lawrence and right now we were tracking their dad anyway we can. I was on my laptop looking into police and FBI databases, even some morgue records. What I did find was one of my aliases on the FBI database without a picture, since I hacked in and deleted it. Didn’t want people looking for me. I knew I was forgetting something really important. But I couldn’t remember it for the life of me. Dean was looking in his dad’s journal. Sam hung up the phone and sighed.


“Caleb hasn't heard from him?” Dean asked Sam and I continued to type of my laptop.


“Nope. And neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Anything leads in there?” Sam replied and Dean sighed too. Obviously nothing as well.


“No, same as last time I looked. Nothing I can make out.... I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like friggin' Yoda.” Dean joked and Sam had a pensive look.


“You know, maybe we should call the Feds. File a missing person’s.” Sam suggested and I looked at him incredulously along with Dean.


“We've talked about this. Dad'd be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail.” Dean said, but Sam obviously didn’t care.


“I don't care anymore.” I was right. Dean’s phone starts to and he gets up to find it. “After all that happened back in Kansas, I mean...he should've been there, Dean. You said so yourself. You tried to call him and...nothing.” Sam noted and I furrowed my brows. John, Kansas, Home…. Missouri. My eyes widened at a sudden realization.


“Son of a bitch!” I exclaimed and the boys looked at me in surprise.


“What?” The boys asked in unison curious. I ran my hand through my hair and let out a breath. Both the boys had stopped doing what they were and were looking at me expectantly.


“Well boys John is alive, that I know for a fact.” I announced and I heard the phone continue to ring. I go towards the ring and find the phone immediately. I open his phone up to see coordinates sent by an unknown number. Dean went over to me and took his phone. He looked at it and then back at me.


“How do you know he is alive?” Sam questioned coming up to me. I really didn’t want to tell them that John was in Lawrence when we were. I knew that would be both pissed. Things occasionally from the show would pop up as a memory but I had to be reminded.


“You just gotta trust me on this, Sam, and you could start by searching for these coordinates.” Sam glances at the phone and goes back to his laptop. A couple minutes of silence goes by.


“Rockford Illinois.” Sam spoke up and I look at Dean. He had a look of vague recognition and headed for his dad’s journal. I quickly took my laptop and searched the town.


“ In the local 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.” I told them and Dean picked up the journal.


“Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal. Let’s see…” Dean turning the pages. “Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths – till last week at least. I think this is where he wants us to go.” Sam snorted and turned around.


“ This is a job... Dad wants us to work a job.” Sam said disappointed and I felt bad for him.


“Well, maybe we'll meet up with him? Maybe he's there?” Dean suggested and Sam scoffed.


“Maybe he's not? I mean, he could be sending us there, by ourselves, to hunt this thing.” Sam added and I stood between them before anymore could be said.


“Listen, we should check this place out. If he isn’t there, fine, but by the looks of it, this seems like this situation needs to be taken care of.” I told them calmly and they both deflated. “You boys start packing, I’ll be right back.” I left the room and went next door into mine. My stuff was already packed so instead of doing that I picked up my phone and dialed johns number. His voicemail played and there was a beep. “John you better call your damn kids, instead of sending them cryptic messages. They are so lost. They just want to know you are alive... I can’t just let them believe that they have to trust me on whatever you are doing. Even though you shouldn’t be doing this alone. I know you were in Lawrence when we were John... Try to call soon.” I hung up and fell back onto my bed.




I was waiting outside the bar in Rockford. They boys had a plan to talk to the suspect’s partner. Sam had this idea that involved him being thrown out of the bar. So now I was just waiting for him to come out. A couple minutes later I saw Dean march his way out of the bar towards me.


“So mission accomplish?” I ask him, leaning against the impala.


“Of course.” He answered then went beside me. I reached behind me, through the open window, and grabbed two beers then handed one to Dean.


“I got these since I know that Sam is going to be in there for a while.” I informed him and he nodded. Looking up to the sky, the stars seemed to be less bright over here. For a second I closed my eyes and let out a breath. When I open them back up I am somewhere different. What the hell? I was still in front of the impala, but when I look to my side there was a small old church. Suddenly something crashed into the water beside me, causing me to look up. It looked like a meteor shower, but it couldn’t be.


“What’s happening?” I heard a voice ask, sounding hurt. I look towards the ground to see a wounded Sam and worried Dean beside me. Oh my god, I bend down to check on them but my hands passed through. Shit. They looked up and I followed their gazes. Those aren’t shooting stars they’re-


“Angels, they’re falling.” Dean announced and I looked at the sky in horror. Then back at the boys, they looked older, a lot older. Then a headache appeared and I closed my eyes. When I opened them back up I saw the bar again. I heard a crash and looked at my hand, I dropped my bottle of beer. Dean was just opening his up, had that really happened in a few seconds, it felt like minutes.


“Well crap that was a perfectly good bottle of beer, wasted.” I grumbled, trying to play it off, and Dean chuckled beside me.


“Well you’re psychic didn’t you know that was going to happen.” Dean said with a smirk as he looked down at me and I narrow my eyes at him.


“It doesn’t work that way.” I muttered and he shrugged.


“Well then how does it work?” He asked casually as he sipped his beer. I still wasn’t really comfortable about talking about the psychic stuff.


“Well…” I looked at the door to the bar. “Sam! That was quick. So what did you find out?” I asked him quickly.


“So, Walter Kelly was a good cop. Head of his class, even-keeled, he had a bright future ahead of him.” Sam informed us and Dean stepped up from beside me.


“What about at home?” Dean questioned.


“He and his wife had a few fights, like everybody, but he was mostly smooth sailing. They were even talking about having kids.” Sam replied.


“Alright, so either Kelly had some deep-seated crazy waiting to bust out, or something else did it to him.” Dean pointed out and Sam nodded. “What'd Gunderson tell you about the asylum?”


“A lot.” Sam said shortly.


“Well fantastic. Now lets just get out of here and get to the nearest motel so we can figure out how to gank a psycho doctor.” I commented about to get into the car, but I freeze. Gank a psycho doctor?


“Why the doctor?” Sam asked curious.


“Whenever has there ever been a haunted asylum and the doctors not haunting it because of some cliche riot that killed staff and patients. Haven’t you ever seen ‘House on a Haunted Hill’?” I ask trying to make sense of my own words, and Sam shakes his head.


“This isn’t a movie Kat.” Sam scolded as he got into the car, Dean followed. You know this whole thing would be great if I had my memories of the freaking show. Instead of getting random glimpses of it. I would be able to save some people but I guess the world had other plans.


“Yeah, but it is a t.v. show.” I muttered as I got into the car.




The next day we went to the asylum and jumped the high fence to get inside. In the asylum it was of course messy and creepy.


“So apparently the cops chased the kids here....into the south wing.” Sam mentioned and I looked at the door. Then walk towards the door and put my hand on the broken chain. Suddenly I was getting flashes of a riot. There was people rushing everywhere and people pounding of the main entrance trying to get out. I let go of the chain and it was all gone. The boys were unaware of my experience.


“South wing, huh? Wait a second..” Dean flipped through his Dad’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.” Dan informed us.


“How lovely.” I commented dully and pulled the chain off the door. They both look at me, as I throw the chain to the side and I furrow my brows. “What?”


“Didn’t you hear a thing Dean just said about the wing you’re about to enter?” Sam asked and I shrugged.


“Yes and I would really love to skip to the part where we get inside after we established something was wrong with the wing. Let’s just say I was moving on with the show.” I told him with a little smirk. Sam tilts his head a little and narrows his eyes at me.


“Why do I get the feeling that you know something we don’t, about this place?” Sam asks and Dean follows as Sam crosses his arms at me.


“What are you talking about? I’ve known about this place as long as you have. Did you even see me do any kind of research?” I ask as if it was the most outrageous thing ever.


“Well you are psychic so you probably have so much more information about this than we do, at the moment.” Dean spoke up and I huffed. Then walked off into the entrance of the wing.


“You know keeping the psychic thing was soo much more fun. It made me seem clever every time I said something I would get from my abilities.” I yelled back to them and they both laughed. As I walked further into the wing I reached a room that was filled with medical equipment and jar of... God knows what. I move some stuff around the desk and find a name plate. Sanford Ellicott. That seemed really familiar...As I picked up the plate I heard a whistle behind me.


“ Man. Electro-shock. Lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kinda like my man Jack in Cuckoo's Nest.” Dean commented. Sam and I give him a look, Dean’s smile drops and he cleared his throat. “So. Whaddaya think? Ghosts possessing people?”


“Maybe. Or maybe it's more like Amityville, or the Smurl haunting.” Sam suggested and I nodded.


“Spirits driving them insane. Kinda like my man Jack in The Shining.” Dean joked again and Sam looked at him seriously. Oh here we go...


“Dean. When are we going to talk about it?” Sam questions and I sit in the nearest wheelchair, still holding the nameplate. This is going to be a lovely week or two.


“Talk about what?” Dean asks.


“About the fact Dad's not here.” Sam replies and Dean pretends to think about it.


“Oh. I see. How ’bout...never.” Dean said and Sam gave him a look.


“I'm being serious, man. He sent us here…” Sam began but was interrupted by Dean.


“So am I, Sam. Look, he sent us here, he obviously wants us here. We'll pick up the search later.” Dean reasoned.


“It doesn't matter what he wants.” Sam input.


“See. That attitude? Right there? That is why I always get the extra cookie.” Dean revealed and I stood up from my spot then walked in between the boys.


“Okay boys let’s cool it a little shall we. John isn’t here, big surprise. But while we are here lets take care of this alright. We can’t just leave people when there is something going on here. “ I told them both.


“Dad could be in trouble, we should be looking for him. We deserve some answers, Kat. I mean, this is our family we're talking about.” Sam broke in and I walked in front of him.


“Sam I totally understand that but, if John was in trouble do you really think he would have time to send coordinates of a job. A place in his journal, which no one else but us and him have ever read.” I reasoned with him. He turned away from me for a second, taking a breath and then turned back.


“So what, we gotta always follow his orders?” Sam asks.


“Sam this isn’t about following his orders. It’s about doing what's right and helping people who can’t fight for themselves.” I corrected and there was silence for a while..


“What’s in your hand?” Dean asked from behind me. I look down and realizing I was still holding the nameplate. I gave it to him.


“ 'Sanford Ellicott'…” He read and then looked up to Sam and I. “Well this is a start.”




Dean and I were waiting outside the shrink’s office, where James Ellicott, son of the one who worked in the Asylum. Sam was inside talking to him and he was taking a while.


“Why does Sam always talk to the people?” I ask with a little whine.


“Well Kat hate to break it to you but... you really aren’t a people person.” Dean said. I opened my mouth to protest but quickly shut it realizing he might be a little right. “See you even know it’s true.” He added with a laugh.


“I hate you.” I mumbled and he chuckled.


“No you don’t.” He replied.


“You know what I’m fine. I had my share of shrinks.” I told him and he looked at me curiously.


“What happened?” He asked and I shrugged.


“Let’s just say he had a way with words.” I put in nonchalantly and he frowned at me.


“You screwed the shrink?” He asked appalled and I raise my brow at him.


“Um- no. He was a freaking warlock. He kept putting curses on his patients so they would get worse and he would get more business. Some were driven into madness and resorted to violence.” I told him.


“Oh…” Dean trailed off a little embarrassed and Sam came out. “Dude! You were in there forever. What the hell were you talking about?” Dean asked obviously glad he came out when he did.


“Just the hospital, you know.” Sam asked a little dazed, we started walking back to the car. What happened up there?


“And the south wing? It's where the housed the really hard cases. The psychotics, the criminally insane.” Sam informed us still sounding a bit off. “ And one night in '64, they rioted. Attacked staff. Attacked each other.” I smiled a bit, I was totally right there is always some cliche riot.


“So the patients took over the asylum?” Dean asked and Sam nodded. “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.” Sam said.


“Whaddaya mean, never recovered?” Dean questioned and Sam looked down at him when we were in front of the car.


“Cops scoured every inch of the place but I guess the patients must've...stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden.” Sam went on.


“Lovely.” I commented.


“Yeah. So, they transferred all the remaining patients and closed the hospital down.” Sam finished.


“So, to sum it up, we've got a bunch of violent deaths and a bunch of unrecovered bodies. “ Dean said and Sam nodded.


“And a bunch of angry spirits.” Sam added.


“Don’t forget about the psycho doctor.” I reminded them with a slight smile and Sam looks at me. “What?”


“How could you be smiling right now?” He asked.


“‘Cause I was right about the riot and I will be right about the psycho doctor. I love being right.” I told him and he snorted.


“Yeah I know. Okay so we're going to check out the hospital tonight.” Sam declared and we got into the car.




We all walked into the asylum again, but this time it seemed alive. Dean was getting readings on the EMF and Sam was seeing orbs on the camera. Oh and of course I had a headache.


“Getting readings?” Sam asked and Dean nodded his head.


“Yeah, big time.” Dean answered and I pointed my flashlight in various directions.


“This place is orbing like crazy.” Sam commented and I snorted. He looked at me. “What?”


“Nothing, just have to keep reminding myself that you guys actually need to use equipment.” I say.


“You’re saying that you could see the orbs?” Sam questioned and I nodded.


“Yes, I mean this shouldn’t surprise you. But luckily it is one of the things I can turn off or else this headache would be just a bit worse. The energy of the mentally insane can be very overwhelming especially when there are so many.” I inform him and he nods.


“Must suck to be you.” Dean spoke up and I hit his arm. “Well then shall we hurry up and find the bodies so we can start burning them.” We all went off into different directions.


After wandering for a while I find a boy on the floor. Quickly I kneel by his side and check his pulse and breathing. They were both good. Then I heard a gunshot and jump up about to run out of the room. But stop at the doorway realizing I couldn’t just leave him there, so I go back towards the boy. Gavin, his name is Gavin. I’m hit with an alarming amount of memories. Like of Sam going into a door opening itself and Sam aiming a gun at Dean. My head was pounding but it went away quickly and I steadied myself. Well this is going to be fun…


“Gavin, get up.” I lightly slap his face and he opens his eyes slowly.


“Are you an angel?” He asked and I tilted my head at him.


“Sweetie be glad you didn’t find an angel because in my opinion they are dicks.” I told him a little amused. He shot up and I stood brushing off my pants.


“Where’s Kat?” He asked and I sighed. Another Kat… just wonderful.


“I don’t know but I’ll find her okay.” I told him reassuringly. “Now what happened?”


“Um I was running. I guess I tripped and bumped my head.” He replied.


“What were you running from?” I question him.


“This girl… her face was all messed up.”


“Did she try to hurt you?” I ask him and he gets a little uncomfortable.


“She a…. kissed me.” He said quietly and I raise my brow at him.


“So you’re not hurt.” I clarified and he looked at me disbelieving.


“She kissed me! I scarred for life!” He declared and I rolled my eyes at him.


“Well Romeo did she try anything else?”


“She tried to whisper something into my ear.”


“What did she say?”


“I don’t know but I ran like hell.” He finished and I nodded.


“Now let’s find your girlfriend shall we.” I say and my phone rings. I take it out of my pocket and answer. “Hello.”


“Kat we found a girl named… Kat and we are looking for her boyfriend-” Dean started.


“Gavin.” I finished for him. “Yeah found sleepy beauty on the ground, he’s fine, but apparently scarred for life. We’ll meet up okay and get the two lover birds back together.”


“Sounds like a plan.” I hung up and turned towards Gavin.


“Well Gavin my friends found your girl, so let's get going.” I say and walk out the door only to bump into someone. Immediately I was put into defense, about to attack I look up and recognize Sam. “Dammit Sam.” He looked at me and then behind me to see Gavin.


“ I see you found him.” Sam announced and I nod. “We should get back to Dean to regroup.”


“Well I was doing that until I bumped into a freaking wall which is you.” I told him and he smiled sheepishly. I start to walk away again. “Come on Gavin. Don’t mind him, he’s just freakishly tall.”


We were walking in the dark hallway and I see Sam holding a shotgun beside me and can’t help but remember seeing Sam point a gun at his brother. Little by little I have been noticing that sometimes memories do come back but it come too quickly to comprehend. Suddenly a girly scream echos in the hall, Sam and I start running to it with Gavin trailing behind. I look down one hallway and see Dean banging on the door.


“What’s going on?” Sam question as he tried to open the door that wouldn’t budge.


“She's inside with one of them.” Dean informed us and I remembered a memory of a ghost standing in front of Sam but didn’t do anything. She looked like she was reaching out for him… trying to communicate.


“ Help me!!” Kat yells and I go towards the door. “ Get me outta here!”


“Kat, it's not going to hurt you. Listen to me. You've got to face it. You've got to calm down.” I tell her through the door. Dean and Gavin turn to me astonished. Sam looked a little understanding.


“She's gotta what?!” Dean yelled and I waved him off.


“ I have to what?! Who the hell are you?” She yelled.


“I’m the person who is going to help you alright. These spirits, they're not trying to hurt us, they're trying to communicate. You gotta face it. You gotta listen to it.” I told her


“You face it!” She retorted.


“No! It's the only way to get out of there. Now stop being such a scaredy cat and do as I say.” I order her and I can tell that she is still panicking, I sigh. “Listen I swear to everything that is holy, it isn’t going to hurt you.” I tell her a little calmer.


“How do you know?” She asked and I smirked a little.


“Well one great thing about me Kat is that I’m always right.” I reassured her. There is silence.


“Man, I hope you're right about this.” Dean remarked and I look at him then Sam. They both had worried looks. I didn’t say anything, but I know I’m right. For a while there was silence and they after a while the door opens showing a disheveled girl.


“Oh, Kat.” Gavin gasps and she runs towards him, they hug. I go into the room and looks around, there was nothing.


“It whispered in my ear. 137.” Kat said from outside the room and the boys looked at each other.


“ Room number.” Sam and Dean said in unison. The boys and I move a little away from the kids.


“Alright. So if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone…” Sam trailed off.


“Then what are they trying to do?” Dean finished.


“Maybe that there is a psycho doctor keeping them here.” I reminded them and they both give me a look. “I believe that is still in question.”


“I guess we'll find out.” Dean said and he turned towards the kids. “So, now, are you guys ready to leave this place?”


“That's an understatement.” Kat breathed and I chuckled.


“ You get them outta here. Kat and I will start looking for room 137.” Dean told Sam frowned.


“Why am I on babysitting duty?” Sam asked.


“Well neither of us are really a people person.” I spoke up being reminded of my earlier conversation with Dean and walked off with Dean soon following behind.


After a while of walking we finally find room 137 which apparently belonged to Dr. Ellicott. Inside we looked and Dean found secret little hatch which held a book. I shined the flashlight on the book as he flipped through the pages.


“Well all work and no play makes Dr. Ellicott a very dull boy.” Dean commented as he looked through all the pages. They were filled with weird experiments. God what a monster.


“Told you it was a psycho doctor, but now our ghost has a name and a missing body which we can’t burn.” I say and Dean put the book down.


“Let’s get Sam and try to find the body.” with that we both left and looked around for Sam. We quickly rounded a corner and I saw a gun pointed at us. So I pushed Dean out of the way with me falling on top of him.


“Don’t shoot!” Dean yells from below me and I roll off him.


“Sorry.” Kat apologized. We got up and walked towards them.


“What are you guys still doing here?” I ask with furrowed brows and see no Sam.


“Dean called so he went looking for him in the basement.” she explained and I look at Dean in alarm. We were together the whole time there was no way he called him.


“I didn't call anybody.” Dean told them.


“His cell phone rang. He said it was you.” She recalled looking confused.


“Basement, huh?” Dean muttered then looked at me. “Look after them, I’ll look for Sam.”


“There is no way you are going alone Winchester.” I told him and he gave me a look.


“Well there isn’t anyway they are staying here alone.” He responded, looking into my eyes seriously, and I sigh.


“Be careful please.” I tell him and he smiled a little.


“Always am… accept you know those few times.” He said with a weary smile and I shook my head. I watched him as he left then turn to the kids.


“Okay let’s get you out of the wing.” I said and started to walk to the main hall.


“None of the doors open.” Gavin spoke up from behind me.


“I’m aware, but when we beat this thing you guys will be able to get out.” I told them. Eventually we reach the main hall and I sit them by the door. When I see Kat, my eyes find the shotgun and I reminded of Sam pointing the gun at Dean. “Oh! I am so thick!” I yell alarming the kids. “You guys stay here I have to go find them.”


“What if something tries to hurt us?” Gavin asked and I kept walking.


“Well considering the bad thing is in the basement, I wouldn’t worry too much.” I yelled back at them not stopping. Boiler room is my next stop.




I quietly walk into the boiler room and see a door open. I peek inside to see Dean gasping for breath on the floor. About to run to him I suddenly stop seeing Sam walk in front of Dean with a rock salt filled shotgun.


“Sam!” Dean called. “We gotta burn Ellicott's bones and all this will be over, and you'll be back to normal.” He said and I looked around trying to find something to knock out Sam with.


“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?” Sam asked and I cringed but found a 2 by 4 on the ground so I pick it up.


“This isn't you talking, Sam.” Dean reasons with him.


“That's the difference between you and me. I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic, like you.” Sam said. Damn Sam might have just killed Dean with those words.


“So what are you gunna do, huh? Are you gunna kill me?” Dean asked and my eyes widened. Is he an idiot? Dean’s eyes flicker to me and I raise the 2 by 4 in my hand.


“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 declared and I slowly approached Sam from behind.


“Well, then here. Let me make it easier for you.” Dean pulled out his pistol from his jacket. “Come on. Take it. Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt.” Dean ordered and I just shake my head. “Take it!!” Sam points the gun at Dean's face and I’m right behind him.


“You hate me that much? You think you could kill your own brother? Then go ahead. Pull the trigger. Do it!” Dean antagonized and I hit Sam on the back of the head. He slumped down and hit the ground. I look at Dean angrily as he gets up.


“You must be stupider than I thought.” I yelled at him. “What the hell is wrong with you? Giving your messed up brother a pistol to shoot you with.”


“I knew you were there and I was fine.” Dean reasoned and I walk closer to him grabbing his arm..


“Something could have went terribly wrong Dean. I mean what the-”


“The chamber was empty.” Dean interrupted me and I calmed down a bit, but not completely.


“Still no excuse, you are still an idiot.” He rolled his eyes. “Come on let's find this body and burn it.” I say letting go of his arm and we spread out. I push past the ripped curtains, they were all torn and behind each one was some medical equipment. In the corner of my eye I see something move behind me. So I quickly turn around and look for whatever moved with my shotgun. There was nothing but when I turned around I saw Ellicott with his hands raised by my head, so I quickly shot him and he dissipated. When he dissipated, I saw a cabinet behind him with what looked like to hair sticking out of it and walked up to it. I heard something come up behind again so I turn around about to shoot again but see Dean with his arms raised seeing my gun pointed at him..


“Don’t tell me Ellicott got you too.” Dean whined. I shook my head and lowered my gun.


“No Dean, this is a result of hearing something behind you.” I reasoned and turned back to the cabinet. “I think I found something.” Dean came beside me and went to open the door. When he did, the worst smell imaginable came from the decaying body inside. I turned away holding my sleeve to my face. Dean gagged a little beside me.


“Oh, that's just gross.” Dean commented and I turned my head back.


“You know I thought nothing could smell worse than Sam’s farts. I was sooo wrong.” I admitted and Dean chuckled a little. He grabbed the salt form his pocket and poured it on the body of Ellicott. Then he poured a little kerosene. Suddenly I see a gurney fly towards us and I push Dean out of the way, getting run down with the gurney in the process. After I flew back, I tried to get up only to see Ellicott in front of me and I had no weapon. He put his hand s on my head and it felt like he was frying my brain.


“Don't be afraid. I'm going to help you. I'm going to make you all better.” Ellicott explained and I was convulsing with electricity.


“Dammit Dean, light it up!” I growled in pain still staring at the monster in front of me, with his deathly pale skin and gouged out eye. In the corner of my eye I see Dean get the lighter from his bag and throw it on the body. Ellicott stopped and looked at his body in horror, then he turned to stone and fell, crumbling. Funny I thought ghosts went up into flames too…. I was just relieved to have that man stop frying my brain. I layed there a little and hear Sam wake up beside me.


“You don’t have an urge to be homicidal do ya Sam?” I ask him and he looks at me then shook his head.


“Great, because that would have ended badly.” I put in with a deep breath, closing my eyes. I cannot wait to get in bed...




We watched as Kat and Gavin walked away after saying thanks. Know that this was over all I wanted to do was go to bed and not get out for anything. After they drove off I turned to the impala and walked over to my door only to stop when I heard Sam speak up.


“Hey, Dean?” They turned towards each other. “I'm sorry, man. I said some awful things back there.” He apologized. Dean looked at little taken back.


“You remember all that?” Dean asked surprised and I leaned by my door, not wanting to interrupt. Sometimes it was better when they talked things out on their own. Most of the time it wasn’t any of my business to interrupt them so I would stay quiet for most of the time.


“Yeah. It's like I couldn't control it. But I didn't mean it, any of it.” Sam pointed out and Dean looked at him disbelievingly.


“You didn't, huh?” Dean breathed not believing him.


“No, of course not! Do we need to talk about this?” Sam asked concerned and Dean turned towards his door and threw his bag in.


“ No. I'm not really in the sharing and caring kinda mood. I just wanna get some sleep.” Dean said bluntly as he got into the impala. Sam slowly followed behind him and I did the same. Well this wasn’t going to be an awkward ride at all.


When we got to the motel Dean took the bathroom first, leaving me and Sam in the room. This time around I decided to bunk with the boys, it was way more convenient. I sat on the couch grabbing my laptop and Sam laid on his bed.


“He’s hurt isn’t he?” Sam asked when the shower turned on. \


“No.” I denied sarcastically. “He is just trying out to be the next Stefan Salvatore with that broody look of his.”


“Who?” He asked and I sighed. Dammit, Vampire Diaries doesn’t come out for another five years.


“Yes he’s hurt. You basically told him that he was pathetic and would have killed him if the chamber to that gun wasn’t empty.” I explained and he sighed.


“But I didn’t mean it.” Sam mumbled and I looked at him with a raised brow.


“ Sam I get you didn’t mean it but, you probably were thinking it for the longest time and when Ellicott screwed with your brain. It came out a lot more harsher and angrily.” I reasoned and he looked down a little. “Hearing and seeing you do that to him is going to take a little time. Seeing something like that can’t always be completely erased immediately, it hurts a lot, especially coming from you.”


“I’m an ass, aren’t I?” Sam asked and I chuckled.


“Yes you are.” I agreed and he glared a little at me, then I turned a bit serious. “Sam remember when I told you about that show?” He nodded.


“Why?” He questioned and I bit my lip a little.


“Well um I finally figured out what it was about.” I paused a little. “It was about you and your brother.” I revealed and his eyes widened a bit.


“Really? What happened on it?” He asked and I sighed.


“It has been coming back in pieces and very slowly. Well so far all the big jobs we had lately were on it. Like the Asylum, Bloody Mary case, Wendigo, and... The Woman in White.” I said the last part a little slow. Sam had a pensive look.


“My first job back with…. Jess?” I nodded.


“And before you accuse me of not telling you. I didn’t see that until it was over and done with.” I explained quickly before he exploded on me. “Believe me Sam if I could save people with the future knowledge I could have had, I would’ve. But I can’t because I feel like there is some wall in my head from keeping me from remembering.”


“So not only are you psychic but you also seen what’s to happen on a t.v. show… Just when I thought to have seen it all.” I breathed and I chuckled a little.


“Believe me buddy you have not see it all.” I mumbled very lowly.


“What about Dad, where is he?” He asked hopeful and I shook my head.


“Sam I believe that you spent the first year looking for your Dad.” I revealed and he groaned. Dean came out from the bathroom and went straight to the bed. Sam went into the bathroom and I continued search on my laptop for something interesting to read. Dean didn’t talk or anything he just went straight to sleep and I frowned a little. At the asylum, all I wanted to do was go to bed and know I just couldn’t. I felt like something was going to happen and I couldn’t shake the feeling off so it was keeping me awake.


About 2 hours later we were all showered and the boys were asleep, yes even Sam. I was on Youtube seeing the progress so far. I knew I was going to have to wait a long while before I could see Pewdiepie or any other good youtuber. Suddenly a phone rang on the nightstand in between the beds. The boys didn’t stir so I went up and answered it.


“Dean’s phone.” I spoke into the receiver.


“Kat.” I heard a familiar gruff voice say and my eyes widened.


“John.” I gasped then narrowed my eyes. “It is about damn time.”

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