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This will Harry's, Sam, and Jess's journey into the old Asylum with Dean,
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A Bloody Red Dawn And A New Beginning.
Chapter 16
There's trouble in an Old Asylum
Last time from chapter 15,
"John Winchester, I could just slap you!" Missouri snapped, upset. "Why won't you go talk to your children?"
John slowly looked up, eyes bright. "I want to. You have no idea how much I want to see 'em," he said, voice thick with tears.
"But I'm still not too happy that brat from Bobby's is hanging out with Sam. Also, I'm a bit too unsure about him having a girlfriend—
it won't be safe for them when they hunt."
He looked away, expression grim but determined. "But I can't see them. Not yet. Not until I know the truth."
They share a look.
A deserted building, graffiti and rubbish everywhere, flashlight beams move along the walls. A chain across a door, broken.
A police car pulled up outside the building. Two cops walk up to the chain link fence surrounding the building.
The first cop sighed. "Can't keep kids out of this place."
"What is it, anyway?" the second cop asked, looking the decrepit building over.
The first turned, looked at his partner with surprise. "I forgot! You're not a local. You don't know the legend."
"Huh? Legend?"
The first cop nodded. "Every town's got its stories, right? Ours is Roosevelt Asylum," he said, indicating the building.
"They say it's haunted with the ghosts of the patients. Spend the night; the spirits will drive you insane."
The cops head inside, flashlights out and on.
"Hello?" the first cop called out, shining the light around. "Police Officers...Po-lice Officers!"
They both see the broken chain on the floor and the first cop sighed. "You telling me these kids brought bolt-cutters? C'mon," he said, turning to his partner.
"Let's split up."
The second cop nodded his agreement, "Right," he said, taking off in the opposite direction when his partner walked off down a hallway.
"Hello? Hello?" he called out, walking down the hallway alone.
The first cop wandered into a room, light shining over the walls and floor. His expression changes as he spied something different,
"All right, c'mon. Out you get," he said, shining his flashlight on three kids sitting in the dark.
The second cop's flashlight sputtered out. He turned it over and shook it. A door behind him creaks open and he slowly turned to look at it.
The first cop is back outside, watching a car drive off before he reached for his radio. "Kelly, you copy?" he asked.
His partner appeared behind him suddenly instead of answering his radio. He started at the sudden appearance. "Jeez! Where the hell you been?"
"In there," Kelly said, pointing to the building.
The first cop followed where he was pointing. "What was it? Did ya see anything?"
"Huh. No," Officer Kelly said.
They return to the police car, the first cop reaching into the car and getting the radio.
"This is patrol one four. We are clear and returning to station."
"Roger."
Officer Kelly's nose started to bleed. He wiped it slowly.
...
Officer Kelly entered his bedroom. A woman was propped up in bed, reading.
"Hey," the woman said.
Officer Kelly silently walked over to a dresser and began lining up his gun, and keys, emptying his pockets out.
"So, what?" the woman said, lowering her book and looking up. "You're still not talking to me?
Walt! I said I was sorry about before—How many times do I have to say it?" she asked him.
Officer Kelly picked up his gun.
The echoing crack of a gunshot was heard.
A brief pause, then another gunshot.
…
"Again, Sam," Harry urged, voice quiet. "You must focus.I know it's hard, but if you want to be able to control your visions, then you have gotta focus,"
he told his lover. He watched as Sam sat, crossed-legged on the floor, trying to meditate.
Sam heard his boyfriend's words and slowly nodded his understanding.
But every time he felt like he was getting close on getting a handle on controlling his visions, it slipped away.
And it was frustrating to him to no end.
Sam panted, mentally and physically wiped out since he'd been at it for a few hours.
Since all four of them arrived in this motel, on the quest to find Sam and Dean's dad.
"I have to stop, Harry," Sam said, flopping onto his back. "I'm sorry, it's just so tiring."
"It's ok, love," Jessica said. "We do understand."
"Thanks, babe," Sam said, giving her a small, tired smile.
Dean was on his cell, back to the group in the room. "No," he said, shaking his head.
"Dad was in California last we heard from him. We just thought... he came to you for 'munitions." He paused, listening.
"Maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks," he said. He grimaced, shaking his head. "Just—call us if you hear anything."
The "okay" over the cell phone's speakers didn't sound very confident, but it was all they had at the moment.
"Thanks," Dean said.
"You bet," The voice replied back and the call disconnected.
"Caleb still hasn't heard from him?" Sam asked his brother, watching Dean as he tucked his phone away and started to pace.
"Nope," Dean said, shaking his head, hands flopping to his sides. "And neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim."
"What about the journal?" Sam asked. "Anything leads in there?"
"No, same as last time I looked," Dean said with another shake of his head. "Nothing I can make out." He huffed and rubbed a hand over his face.
"I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like friggin' Yoda," he said, upset and frustrated.
Sam turned to his boyfriend and girlfriend where they were sitting next to him on some chairs, "Harry, did you have any luck in trying to scry with a map?
"Sorry, love, but no," Harry said, shaking his head sadly. "I have no idea what your father did, but he seams to have hidden really well,
both on a normal map of the USA but also on my fathers marauders map too, I can't risk going to the wizards areas for help."
He was disappointed, for Sam as well as Dean, and Sam nodded his understanding.
"That's, ok, Harry. Thanks for trying."
"You know, maybe we should call the Feds," Sam said, turning back to his brother. "File a missing person's."
Dean grunted and shook his head. "We've talked about this, Sam. Dad'd be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail."
"I don't care anymore, Dean," Sam said.
Dean's cell phone binged, redirecting his attention before he could respond. He crossed the room to get it, hands clenched.
"After all that happened back in Kansas," Sam added. "I mean... he should've been there, Dean. You said so yourself. You tried to call him and... nothing."
"I know!" Dean said, rummaging through his duffel. "Where the hell is my phone?" he muttered, pawing through denim and underwear.
"You know, he could be dead for all we know," Sam told Dean.
Dean turned an angry glare on his brother, pointing a finger at him. "Don't say that! He's not dead! He's—he's..." he trailed off, lost for anything further to say.
"He's what, Dean?" Sam asked, voice soft but resolute. "He's hiding? He's busy?"
Dean found his phone and flicked it open, ignoring his brother. There was a text message.
From: Unavailable
Subject:
Message: 42, -89 9:52
BACK
REPLY
Dean read it, muttering under his breath as he did. "Huh. I don't believe it."
"What?" Sam asked.
"It's, uh—It's a text message," Dean said, holding up the phone for a moment before looking the message over again.
"It's coordinates." He tucked his phone back in his pocket and went over to Sam's laptop, opening it and started typing.
"You think Dad was texting us?" Sam asked.
Dean paused and glanced over his shoulder, "He's given us coordinates before."
"The man can barely work a toaster, Dean," Sam deadpanned, snorting with amusement.
Dean ignored that and went back to clicking and typing. "Sam, it's good news, okay!" he called out, leaning back in his chair.
"It means he's okay—or alive, at least."
"Well, was there a number on the caller ID?" Sam asked him.
"Nah, it said 'unknown'," Dean replied.
"Well, where do the coordinates point?" Harry asked, glancing at Dean.
"That's the interesting part," Dean said, rubbing at his chin. "Rockford, Illinois."
"Okay," Sam said slowly. "And that's interesting—how?" he asked.
"I checked Rockford's local paper. Take a look at this," Dean said and handed the paper over to Sam.
Jess and Harry leaned, too, reading from either side of Sam.
"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," Jess said "What does this have to do with us?" she asked, looking between the paper and Dean.
"Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal," Dean said. "Let's see..."
He thumbed through a few pages, finally getting to what he wanted with a soft 'aha'.
"Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths—till last week at least." He closed the journal.
"I think this is where he wants us to go," he said, looking at them all.
Sam snorted, rolling his eyes. "So, this is a job. Dad wants us to work a job."
"Well, maybe we'll meet up with him?" Dean pointed out. "Maybe he's there?"
"Yeah, and maybe he's not?" Sam muttered. "I mean, he could be sending us there, by ourselves, to hunt this thing."
"Who cares!" Dean said, throwing his hands up. "If he wants us there, it's good enough for me, Sam!"
"This doesn't strike you as weird?" Sam asked, brows furrowed. "The texting? The coordinates?
"Yes, Sam, this does sound a bit off to me," Harry agreed quietly, looking between the brothers. "This could also be a trap, as well. You never know."
"Sam! Dad's tellin' us to go somewhere, we're going'," Dean said.
Sam made a bitch face and sighed. Harry and Jess looked at each other and sighed as well.
They pack and leave within the hour, climbing into the Impala and taking off towards Rockford.
…
"You're Daniel Gunderson. You're a cop, right?" Dean asked, approaching the lone cop sitting at the bar.
"Yes, that's right," Daniel said, eyes on his beer.
"Huh." Dean eyed the guy and sidled up next to him. "I'm, uh, Nigel Tufnel, with The Chicago Tribune.
Mind if I ask you a couple of questions?" Dean asked. "About your partner?" he clarified.
"Yeah, I do," Daniel said. "I'm just tryin' to have a beer here."
"Yeah, sure. That's okay, I swear it won't take that long," Dean said, raising his hands. "I just want to get the story in your words."
"A week ago, my partner was sitting in that chair. Now he's dead," Daniel said, tone flat. "You're gonna ambush me—here?"
"Sorry," Dean said, trying to sound sincere. "But I need to know what happened."
He lurched when someone slammed into him, a large shoulder smacking into his and sending him back two steps.
"Hey, buddy! Why don't you leave the poor guy alone!" Sam said, hunching forward menacingly. "The man's an officer! Why don't'cha show a little respect!"
Dean paused, mouth open and staring. He shut it with a dull click and walked off without saying another word.
"You didn't hav't'a do that," Daniel said, eying the tall man.
"Yeah, course I did," Sam said, sitting down next to Daniel. "That guy's a serious jerk," he added, glaring at the door Dean just walked out of.
"Let me buy you a beer, huh?" he got the barman's attention and held up two fingers.
"Thanks," Daniel said
Sam finally walked out of the bar, headed towards the darkest part of the lot and where he knew Dean was parked.
Dean was sitting on the hood of the Impala, nursing a beer. He glanced up when Sam shuffled over.
"You shoved me kinda hard in there, buddy boy."
"I had to sell it, didn't I?" Sam pointed out. "It's called method acting," he added, trying not to grin.
"Huh?" Dean asked, confused.
Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. "Never mind."
"Whatever. Anyway, what'd you find out from Gunderson?" Dean asked, sliding down the Impala's trunk and shaking the feeling back into his legs.
"So, get this," Sam said, "Walter Kelly was a good cop. Head of his class, even-keeled, he had a bright future ahead of him."
Dean nodded; nothing new there. "What about at home?" he asked.
"He and his wife had a few fights, like everybody, but it was mostly smooth sailing by all accounts," Sam said with a shrug.
"They were even talking about having kids."
Dean hummed and crossed his arms, thinking. "Alright, so either Kelly had some deep-seated crazy waiting to bust out, or something else did it to him."
"Right," Sam agreed, nodding.
"What'd Gunderson tell you about the asylum?" Dean asked.
"A lot," Sam said.
They climbed back into the Impala and headed back to the motel. They let Harry and Jessica know what they found; both of them looked grim.
"I don't like this, love," Jess said, glancing worriedly at Sam. "Who knows what you will find in there?"
"I agree with, Jess, love" Harry said, looking at Sam with concerned eyed.
"You would be walking into the lions den, so to speak. At the very least, let us come with you two, some more eyes won't hurt and you have some hunters-in-training—" He waved a hand between himself and Jess.
"No way," Dean cut in, cutting a hand through the air. "I think the two of us can handle this just fine. If you two come, too, it's bit much. Overkill, don't you think?"
"I think they could be right, Dean," Sam said. Harry and Jess looked relieved and Dean just glared and shrugged.
"But we will need to talk about this some more and come up with a better plan."
"Fine," Dean said shortly. "You two come up with a better plan. I'm going out for a drink and then sleep, night," he said and walked out, closing the door behind him.
"Well. That went well," Sam said as he flopped down on the bed with a sigh.
"It couldn't be helped, love," Jess said. "Besides, as much as I know your big brother wants you to join him on more solo hunts, there could be all sorts of dangers in that place. Harry as told me more then enough the type of spirits and ghosts that can be found at Hogwarts, Azkaban and Nurmengard, so if those wizarding places can hold those type of things, then what on earth could you and Dean find in that old asylum?"
Sam was starting to see her point.
Harry cut in with this worrying fact; "Sam, if you and Dean go in alone with your mind still sort of open, it will be like a bright fog light shining in the dark. Not only spirits—but all sorts of other types of otherworldly things—will be attracted to you."
Sam looked really worried now.
"That's why I think you will need us now more than ever," Harry said and kissed Sam on his mouth. Jess leaned over as well, kissing both her lovers.
There is a lemon ahead.
The two boys started to take turns kissing their girlfriend and then each other; Jess leaned back and took a breather, just watching her boys for a moment. She moved in again and quickly took off her boyfriends' shirts, both of them lifting their arms to help without prompting.
She ran each of her hands along Sam's and Harry's chests, both groaning softly at the touch and feel, leaning in closer.
Harry turned and took off Jess's top, her bra following. He leaned in and rubbed his hands along her breasts, cupping and kissing. He flicked her nipples with his tongue, and then his thumbs, circling as she moaned
"Gods, Harry," Jess breathed, head thrown back, arching into his magical hands. "If you keep that up, it will be over soon." Harry just sent her a cheeky grin and bent over, slowly dragging his tongue over one pebbled nipple.
Sam just laughed in response. Harry and Jess both turned towards him and pounced on Sam, who gave a surprised yelp as he was playfully tackled by both lovers.
He sunk into their roaming, stroking hands and kisses; Jess was kissing his chest and Harry on his mouth. He groaned with each flick of tongue and stroke of fingers along his body.
Sam shifted, moving to cover his two lovers and kissed his boyfriend. He pulled off Harry's lips and licked down his neck to his slim hairy chest, his large hands sliding lower towards Harry's pants. He teased along the waistband before slipping his hand inside, palming Harry's cock. He groaned softly as his hand wrapped around it, finding it fully hard and eager.
He moved back when Harry moved to remove the rest of his clothes, Jess coming up behind Harry and finishing stripping him.
They took turns, removing clothing and kissing until all three of them were fully nude.
"Harry," Jess said between kisses, head tilting back with a moan as Sam slid his hands over her belly and kissed at her nape.
"Can you cast that charm on me? I want to do Sam."
"Sure, love," Harry said, leaning back and grabbing the Elder Wand. He cast an anti-pregnancy charm on Jess and tossed his wand over his shoulder, moving in towards Sam's back. "And I'll fuck Sam."
Sam winked at Harry over his shoulder, "Thanks, love," he said. Jess moved closer, easing him back with a hand on his shoulder until he sat on the bed.
She climbed onto his lap and straddled him, reaching behind herself and grabbing a hold of his large, cut cock. She lowered herself onto it.
Sam and Jess both moaned at the sensation of Sam sliding inside her. Jess rocked in his lap, arms wrapping around his neck, her head thrown back as she moaned again. Sam wrapped his hands around her hips and started to thrust himself inside her.
Jess unwrapped one arm and reached behind her, wrapping a hand around Harry's cock and pumping, finding it already slick. She pumped him a few more times until he was fully hard, pre-come and lube smearing her fingers.
Harry eased her hand off and moved towards the bed. He nudged the pair, Sam tipping Jess forward until she was on her back, not missing a beat in his thrusting the entire time. Harry eased himself onto the bed, moving in behind Sam. He kissed down the back of Sam's neck, running his hands from his neck, ribs and down his muscular back, to his firm butt.
He palmed Sam's ass and just watched Sam for a moment, handing moving with Sam's thrusts into Jess, enjoying the way the muscles flexed and moved as
Sam thrust inside Jess. He swirled two slick fingers around Sam' hole, sinking them in without preamble. Sam shuddered, hips stuttering for a moment.
Harry worked quickly, knowing that was how Sam liked it, and got three fingers in, pumping hard and fast until Sam felt ready. He put on a condom and lubed up.
Sam heard the familiar sounds. "Go ahead, love," he told Harry, looking over his shoulder at him.
That was all Harry needed to hear. He shuffled closer on his knees, holding his rock hard cock firmly at the base and gently pushed forward inside Sam.
Sam stilled for a moment, groaning as Harry sunk in, pushing in one, long thrust until he was buried balls deep inside Sam's hole.
All three of them soon found a rhythm, all thrusting into each other; Sam inside Jess and Harry inside Sam's ass. They all moaned at the feelings and sensations,
taking turns kissing each other while moving against each other. Soon Sam groaned out, face tucked in Jess' neck. "I'm going to cum you guys.
He gave another thrust into Jess and shuddered as he came inside his girlfriend, her hands buried tight in his hair.
Jess followed moments later, moaning loudly, her head thrown back, Harry's hand working between her and Sam.
Harry wasn't far behind them, he gave another two quick thrusts, hands clamped tight around his boyfriend's waist as he unloaded into his ass.
He pulled his softening cock out of Sam's ass, easing away as Sam pulled out of Jess. They all lay on the bed, painting but happily sated.
They went to have a quick shower and fell asleep, curled up together.
The lemon is over.
…
The next day at the asylum, Sam, Dean, Harry and Jess jumped over the tall chain linked fence and entered the building carefully.
They looked around the interior of the asylum, clicking their flashlights on.
Sam shined his flashlight around. "So, apparently the cops chased the kids here—into the south wing." He pointed to a sign over one door.
"South wing, huh? Wait a second," Dean said, flipping through John's journal. "Nineteen seventy-two, three kids broke into the south wing, only one survived," he read aloud then looked up. "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," Harry replied.
"But, guys, if the kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a lot more deaths?" Jessica asked them.
"Hmm," Dean hummed thoughtfully, looking around. "That's a very good question Jess."
Sam continued looking around, light pausing on a broken chair. "Looks like the doors are usually chained. Could've been chained up for years," he murmured, speculating out loud.
"Yes," Harry agreed. "To keep people out—or to keep something in," he ended in a murmur.
They all look at each other, and then Sam slowly pushed the door open. They walked down a hallway.
"Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel," Dean said sarcastically.
"Dude, enough," Sam growled, glaring at his brother.
"I'm serious," Dean said, holding his hands up. "You gotta be careful, all right?
Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got going on," he said, waving a hand in Sam's general direction.
"I told you, Dean, it's not ESP! I just have strange vibes sometimes. Weird dreams," Sam said with a glare.
"Come off it, Dean, leave Sam alone, will you?" Harry cut in. Jess reached out and held Sam's hand for support and Sam gave her a thankful smile.
He gave one to Harry too, who was quick to return it.
"Yeah, whatever. Don't ask, don't tell," Dean muttered.
"You get any reading on that thing or not?" Sam asked, glancing down at the EMF reader in Dean's hand.
"Nope," Dean said, tapping the machine. "Of course, it doesn't mean no one's home.
"Spirits can't appear during certain hours of the day," Sam said.
"Yeah, the freaks come out at night," Dean joked. He yelped in pain when he got stung by a mild stinging charm from Harry. He gaped as Harry put the Elder wand away.
"Ouch, man! What the heck was that for?" Dean growled at him.
"I just don't like that word, alright?" Harry said, glaring back at Dean. "And I also felt like doing that to you for a while now, anyway," Harry added with a shrug, smirking at him.
Dean just let out a huff in response and continued walking.
Sam and Jess just shook their heads at the pair of them.
"Hey Sam," Dean called out. "Who do you think is the hotter psychic: Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?" he deadpanned. Sam just pushed him and he laughed, walking off.
The find another room and they all take a peek inside. Dean whistled, looking around the room. "Man. Electro-shock. Lobotomies.
They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kinda like my man Jack in Cuckoo's Nest." He made crazy eyes and grinned at Sam.
Sam ignored him and Dean's smile dropped. He rolled his eyes and walked further into the room, looking around some more. Jess was looking at the age-old equipment carefully.
Harry waved the elder wand around, casting a few analyzing charms around the room. The looked over the results, some of which make him very concerned.
And confused—it was a healthy mix of both.
"So. Whaddaya think? Ghosts possessing people?" Dean asked them.
"Maybe," Sam answered. "Or maybe it's more like Amityville, or the Smurl hunting."
"Spirits driving them insane," Dean nodded. "Kinda like my man Jack in The Shining," he said, grinning.
"Dean," Sam said, pausing until his brother looked at him. "When are we going to talk about it?"
"Talk about what?" Dean asked curiously.
"About the fact Dad's not here," Sam said plainly.
"Oh. I see. How 'bout...," Dean pretended to think it over. "—Never," he said crossly.
"I'm being serious, man," Sam said. "He sent us here—"
"So am I, Sam," Dean interrupted. "Look, he sent us here, he obviously wants us here. We'll pick up the search later."
"It doesn't matter what he wants," Sam growled.
"See. That attitude? Right there?" Dean pointed at Sam, frowning. "That is why I always get the extra cookie."
"Dad could be in trouble, Dean," Sam said. "We should be looking for him. We deserve some answers. I mean, this is our family we're talking about."
"I understand that, Sam," Dean said sincerely. "But he's given us an order." He shrugged, like that was that.
"So, what, we gotta always follow Dad's orders?" Sam asked.
"Of course we do," Dean replied.
Sam gave Dean a frustrated face. Dean stared at him for a moment and then turned away, effectively ending the conversation.
Dean poked around some more and picked up a sign. "Sanford Ellicott'," he read aloud. "You know what we gotta do. We gotta find out more about the south wing. See if something happened here." He walked over to Sam and handed the sign over before leaving the room.
Sam just stared down at it, glaring at the rusty piece of metal.
"Come love, let's go," Jess said, nudging Sam. "We'll find your dad down the track, I'm sure of it." The walked off together, looking through the building. When they couldn't find any more clues, they finally gave up and left.
…
Sam sat on a couch, flicking through an out-dated magazine. The sign on the door to his left read 'Dr James Ellicott, Clinical Psychiatry'.
The door opened and a man stood in the doorway.
"Sam Winchester?" Dr Ellicott asked, looking around the waiting room.
Sam closed his magazine and tossed it on the table in front of him and stood up. "That's me," he said to the doctor.
"Come on in," Dr. Ellicott said with a nod, leading Sam back into the room.
"Thanks again for seeing me last minute," Sam said gratefully. He looked around the room before giving the doctor his full attention.
"Doctor... Ellicott. Ellicott—that name," he said slowly. "Wasn't there a—a doctor Sanford Ellicott? Yeah, he was a chief psychiatrist somewhere."
"My father was chief of staff at the old Roosevelt Asylum. How did you know?' The doctor asked Sam.
"Ah. Well, I'm sorta... a local history buff," Sam said sheepishly. "Hey, wasn't there, an incident or something?
In the hospital, I guess. In the south wing, right?" he asked.
"We're on your dollar, Sam," Ellicott said instead of answering. "We're here to talk about you."
"Oh, okay," Sam said. "Yeah, yeah. Sure," he muttered.
"So, how's things?" the doctor asked.
Sam tried not to fidget. "Ah, things are good, doctor."
"Good. What have you been doing?" the doctor asked, looking up from his notes.
"Ahh, same old," Sam said, shrugging. "I just been on a... on a road trip with my brother, boyfriend and girlfriend."
"Was that fun?" the doctor asked.
Sam paused a few moments, considering. "Loads," he finally said. "Umm. You know, we... uhh. We... met... a lot of... interesting people. Did a lot of... uh... interesting things... Uhhh. You know?" he stammered out. He paused and looked at the doctor, "What was it—exactly—that happened in the south wing? I forget."
"Look," Ellicott said, sighing softly. "If you're a local history buff, you know all about the Roosevelt riot."
"The riot," Sam repeated. "Right. Yeah, no, of course I know. I'm just—I'm just curious."
"Sam," Ellicott said, voice firm. "Let's cut the bull, shall we? You're avoiding the subject."
"What subject?' Sam asked, keeping his cool.
"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," he consulted his notes,
"This brother you're road tripping with. How do you feel about him?"
Sam fidgeted in his chair, eyes a little wide; he was a little freaked out.
…
Dean waited outside the doctor's office, leaning against glass windows next to the door, looking bored.
Sam pushed through the door and walked past him without a glance.
He caught up and matched Sam's pace. "Dude! You were in there forever. What the hell were you talking about?"
"Just the hospital, you know."
"And...?" Dean asked.
"And the south wing? It's where they housed the really hard cases. The psychotics, the criminally insane," Sam said.
"Sounds cozy," Dean grumbled.
"Yeah," Sam said and huffed. "So get this, one night in 'sixty-four, they rioted. Attacked staff. Attacked each other."
"So, the patients took over the asylum?" Dean asked him.
"Apparently," Sam said.
"Any deaths?" Dean asked him.
"Some patients, some staff," Sam said. "I guess it was pretty gory. Some of the bodies were never even recovered, including our chief of staff, Ellicott."
"Whaddaya mean, never recovered?" Dean asked confused.
"Cops scoured every inch of the place but I guess the patients must've... stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden," Sam told him.
"That's grim," Dean replied, grimacing and shuddering. He was not looking forward to finding bodies stuffed in walls or something.
"Yeah," Sam agreed, nodding. "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 undiscovered bodies," Dean said, ticking them off on his fingers.
"And a bunch of angry spirits," Sam added.
"Good times," Dean said with a huff. He rubbed a hand down his face, "Let's check out the hospital tonight."
"Ok, but I think it would be wise to bring along Harry and Jess again," Sam said. "We'll need their help."
Dean nodded his head in agreement, "Call them Sam."
Sam picked up his mobile and filled Harry and Jess what they found, they agreed to meet them back at the entry of the Asylum.
…
A flashlight beam approached behind the door in the asylum, lighting up the narrow wire-enforced window.
A few heads were visible in the window and the door creaked open.
A young man and woman, college aged, enter.
"Check this out!" the guy said, looking around. "Creepy... yet terrifying."
"I thought we were going to a movie," the girl pointed out, looking around as well. Definitely creepy.
"This is better," the guy said. "It's like we're in a movie."
The girl huffed, "I can't believe you call this a date," she grumbled, glaring at the dirty floor and busted walls.
"C'mon, it'll be fun," he said, nudging her. "Let's look around. C'mon!"
He turned and walked deeper into the asylum, flashlight roving almost constantly. He jumped and swung the flashlight around. "What's that?" he asked.
The girl swung around, too, trying to see what he was looking for.
He poked her and he jumped. He just laughed and she rolled her eyes when she realized he was messing around.
"Hey look," he said, flashlight moving to another spot. "C'mon, let's check it out."
"I... don't want to," she said, backing away. "Let's just go."
"C'mon!"
They stare at each other, neither of them willing to back down.
"Okay," he said, huffing. "Okay, fine. You can wait here."
"Wh– Gavin. No," she said, gaze flicking all around her. She did not want to go but she didn't want to be alone, either.
"I'm just gonna be a minute," Gavin said. "Nothing's gonna get ya, I promise."
Gavin moved into the next room alone and the door slammed behind him as soon as he walked through it.
He looked at it, grinned, and kept going. In the doorway a female figure, with long hair, was standing in the shadows.
Gavin's flashlight died and he shook it. "Damn it," he muttered, smacking the side with his palm. He turned around. "Hey, Sweetie. Couldn't take it, huh?" he asked.
She came closer and put her hands on either side of his face. "Hey," she said back. She leaned in and kissed him.
Gavin eagerly responded and they start making out.
In the distance, "Gavin? Gavin, where are you?"
Gavin pulled back and freaked out.
…
Dean, Sam, Jess and Harry walked back inside the run-down, creepy old asylum. It was worse now it was nighttime.
Sam pushed open the main door, Dean, Harry and Jess beside him.
Dean, Sam and Jess held flashlights in their hands. Harry had the Elder wand out, a bright Lumos spell lighting his way.
Sam had a video camera under his flashlight and Dean had the EMF meter.
"Getting any readings?" Sam asked, looking over to his brother.
"Yeah, big time," Dean said, looking down at the lights going crazy.
"I'm picking things up, too, love," Harry said to Sam.
Sam nodded. "This place is orbing like crazy," he said, looking at the camera's display screen.
"Probably multiple spirits out and about," Dean noted, glancing between the EMF and video screen.
"And if these uncovered bodies are causing the haunting..." Sam trailed off.
"We gotta find 'em and burn 'em," Dean finished. "Just be careful, though.
The only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit is the pissed off spirit of a psycho killer."
They walked deeper into the asylum, Sam using the camera screen to see where he was going.
He tried not to react when a crazed-looking bald man strapped into a straitjacket in the corner came on-screen.
Sam, Dean Harry and Jess kept looking around, moving into separate rooms.
After a minute Sam sees an old woman through the video lens; white haired, one eye bloody and hanging out, moving toward him.
"Dean? Dean!" he yelled. He could hear Dean run into the room behind him, rummaging through his bag as he went. "Shotgun!"
Dean found his gun and shouted "Get down!" as he aimed at the spirit.
Sam threw himself to the ground, yanking down Jess and Harry as he went, covering them as best he could. He heard Dean shoot.
The spirit disintegrated with a wail.
All of them look around, gasping.
"That was close," Jess complained, looking around Sam at where the spirit was moments ago.
"I hear you, love," Harry agreed. "I didn't even get a chance to fire a charm." He looked shocked at the sudden, surprise visit by the ghost.
"That was so weird," Sam said, looking around at them all.
"Yeah. You're telling me," Dean agreed. He started moving out of the room, Sam, Harry and Jess followed behind him.
"No, Dean," Sam said, shaking his head once. "I mean it was weird that she didn't attack me."
"Looked pretty aggro from where I was standing," Dean pointed out, glancing at his brother from the corner of his eye.
"She didn't hurt me. She didn't even try!" Sam said, raising his hand. "So, if she didn't want to hurt me then what did she want?"
Dean, Harry and Jess shared confused glances as they too tried to work out what the ghost wanted. It was strange now that Sam had pointed it out.
A noise came from a room just as they were passing it.
Dean immediately raised his shotgun. Harry lifted his wand in defense. Jess readied her rune knife. Sam flicked on the flashlight and shined into the room. They approach a metal bed covered in a ragged sheet, tipped on its side. They see the top of a blonde head behind it.
They brace themselves. Sam reaches out and tips the bed over fully.
The girl from earlier was crouched, facing the corner. She spun around, terrified and gasping when the bed is moved.
"It's alright," Jessica quickly said, raising her hands reassuringly. "We're not going to hurt you. It's okay. What's your name?"
"I'm Katherine—Kat," she said, trembling minutely from the sudden shock.
"Okay," Dean said, trying to be soothing. Girl had to be freaked out by now. "I'm Dean," He points to his brother,
"This is Sam. And these two—" he waves his hand, "Jessica and Harry." They all wave awkwardly.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked Kat.
"Um. My boyfriend, Gavin..." Kat trailed off, eyes wide and flicking around the dingy walls.
"Is he here?" Sam asked Kat, trying to get her to look at him.
"Somewhere," Kat said and swallowed thickly. "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," Dean interrupted, getting the gist. He stepped closer to the girl, "Kat?
Come on. Sam and Harry are going get you out of here and then Jess and I will find your boyfriend."
"No!" Kat said, shaking her head. "No—I'm not going to leave without Gavin. I'm coming with you."
"It's no joke around here, okay?" Dean said slowly. "It's dangerous," he pointed out.
"That's why I gotta find him," Kat said.
Dean and Sam look at each either, then look at Harry and Jess. They both just shrug.
Sam shrugged and sighed. They could all tell trying to change her mind would be pointless
"Alright then. I guess we're gonna split up then." He pointed to his brother, "Dean, Jess and Kat go one way. Try to find Gavin."
Sam and Harry go the other and they start their own search for Gavin. They wander around the corridors and call out "Gavin... Gavin?"
Harry held out the Elder wand. "Point Me, Gavin," he said.
The wand spun around like a compass for a few moments before it settled and pointed further ahead.
"Let's, go love," Sam said, continuing on. He held his boyfriend's hand and together they took off to find Gavin.
Kat peeked in through a dirty window, Dean and Jess looking in as well. "Gavin? Gavin?" she called out.
"I got a question for ya," Dean said as they moved on. "You've seen a lot of horror movies?" he asked her.
"I guess so," Kat said with a shrug. "Why?"
Jess also looked curiously between them.
Dean turned to face Kat. "Do me a favour. Next time you see one? Pay attention. When someone says a place is haunted... don't go in!"
Kat nodded an enthusiastic agreement.
Jess just rolled her eyes. "Let's go you two," she said, moving on. "We are running out of time."
As they move on, a dark shape moved across the inside of the window.
Sam and Harry see Gavin, laying on the ground unconscious. Sam crouched down and shook him. Gavin remained unconscious.
Harry pointed the Elder wand at him and called out "Ennervate".
Gavin woke with a start and immediately freaked out.
"Hey, Gavin," Harry said, settling a hand on Gavin's shoulder. "It's okay. We're here to help."
"Who are you guys?" Gavin asked, looking between Sam and Harry.
"I'm Sam and this is my partner Harry. We, uh, we found your girlfriend," he said.
"Kat?" Gavin asked, getting to his feet. "Is she alright?"
"Don't worry," Harry said. "She's fine. She's with Sam's older brother, Dean, and our friend Jessica."
"She's worried about you, though," Sam pointed out. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
"I was running," Gavin said, rubbing his head. "I think I fell."
"You were running?" Harry asked. Gavin nodded. "From what?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"There was... there was this girl," Gavin said, shuddering. "Her face—It was all messed up."
"Okay, listen," Sam said, getting Gavin's attention. "Did this girl... did she try to hurt you?"
"What? No," Gavin said, shaking his head. "She, uh…"
"She what?" Sam prodded when Gavin trailed off.
"She... kissed me," Gavin said and blushed.
Harry and Sam look shell-shocked in disbelief. "Uh... um. But...but she didn't hurt you, right? Physically?" Sam asked after a moment.
"Dude! She kissed me," Gavin said, voice high. "I'm scarred for life!"
Harry looked down to hide a grin at the situation they were finding themselves in.
"Well, trust me, it could have been worse," Sam said, trying to sound sympathetic. "Now, do you remember anything else?"
"She, uh..." Gavin trailed off, face scrunched as he thought. "Actually, she tried to whisper something in my ear."
"What?" Sam asked him, leaning in a little.
"I don't know, man," Gavin said, shrugging. "I ran like hell."
Dean, Jess and Kat are in another hallway, Dean leading the way.
The light from the flashlight faded and sputtered out.
Dean shook the flashlight, smacking the side. "You son of a bitch." He huffed and reached into his pocket, looking up at the girls and reassuring them
"It's all right, I got a lighter."
Kat turned to look behind them. She made a sound of pain, "Ow. You're hurting my arm."
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked Kat.
They turn to look at each other, realize they're too far apart to be touching, and look down. A disembodied hand was clutching Kat's arm.
She was dragged into a room, the metal door slamming behind her.
Dean raced to it and struggled to pull it open. Jess quickly joining him, putting her effort into it as well.
They could hear Kat banging on it from the inside but it didn't budge.
Dean and Jess continue to struggle with the door, redoubling their efforts when they hear Kat screaming "Lemme out! Please!" from the other side.
"Kat! Hang on!" Jess called out to her.
Dean smashed at the door with a metal pipe and then tries to jimmy it open.
Jess found an old steel chair and was ramming at the door in between Dean's efforts.
Kat slowly backed away, looking at the door. Someone was standing behind her, breathing heavily. She spun around but no one was there.
Dean continued banging on the door and Jess kept ramming the door.
Kat turned again and saw the ghost; Tall. Heavyset, long dark oily hair, his face a bloody mess.
She screamed in fright and backed up to the door but ended up backing right into him. She screamed again.
Sam, Harry and Gavin ran down hall to where Dean and Jess were.
"What's going on?" Sam asked them.
"She's inside with one of them," Dean said, going back to banging the door.
Sam clutches at his shoulder and he stopped, turning his head to ask his brother what the hell.
Everyone stilled when they could hear Kat screaming through the door again. "Please help me!"
"Kat!" Gavin yelled and tried to run to her but Harry quickly reached out and put a firm arm around the boy's shoulder to stop him from doing anything rash.
"Kat, it's not going to hurt you," Sam said. "Listen to me. You've got to face it. You've got to calm down."
Dean and Jess both turn to Sam, staring astonished. "She's gotta what?" Dean asked at the same time Kat shouted "I have to what?" through the door.
"These spirits, they're not trying to hurt us, they're trying to communicate," Sam explained. "You gotta face it. You gotta listen to it."
"You face it!" Kat yelled at him, thumping her hand against the door.
"No!" Sam said, shaking his head. "It's the only way to get out of there!"
"No!" Kat yelled, backed against the door again.
"Look at it, come on. You can do it," Sam said through the door.
Kat took a few deep breathes and turned to face the ghost. He leaned in close to her face and she tried not to recoil.
"Kat?" Gavin asked, looking frantically at the door.
"Man, I hope you're right about this," Dean muttered, looking at the door expectantly.
"Yeah, me too," Sam agreed in a murmur.
They wait outside the door in tense silence. The lock clicked and the door slowly opened. Kat is standing in the doorway.
"Oh, Kat!" Gavin said and quickly shrugged off Harry's arm and went over to her.
Sam walked past the couple to check out the room.
He came back out, shaking his head at Dean, Harry and Jess. No one there.
"One thirty-seven," Kat told them, snuggling into Gavin's side.
"Sorry?" Dean asked, confused.
"It whispered in my ear," Kat explained. "One thirty seven." Kat tells them.
Sam and Dean both nod and said "Room number" at the same time.
Sam, Dean, Harry and Jess crouch against the wall where they can't be heard.
"Alright. So if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone..." Sam began.
"Then what are they trying to do?" Dean finished for him.
"Maybe that's what they've been trying to tell us... all along," Harry replied.
"I guess we'll find out soon," Jess said, glancing around them all.
"Alright," Sam said.
"So, now, are you guys ready to leave this place?" Dean asked them.
Kat nodded. "That's an understatement."
Dean nodded back. "Okay," he turned to Sam, Harry and Jess.
"You three, get them outta here," he said, waving a hand at Gavin and Kat. "I'm going to go find room one thirty-seven."
Sam, Harry and Jess, lead Kat and Gavin down a hallway.
"So," Kat broke the rather tense silence. "How do you guys know about all this ghost stuff?"
"It's kinda our job," Sam said, shrugging one shoulder. Jess and Harry both scoff in disbelief.
"Why would anyone want a job like that?" Kat asked, wrinkling her nose up.
Sam huffed a laugh, "I had a crappy guidance counsellor."
"And Dean?" Kat pressed. "He's your boss?"
Sam looked down at her. "No."
…
Dean moved down a hallway and shined his flashlight on the door to room 137. He pushed against the door, using his weight to push aside the broken furniture blocking it.
The room was a mess; filing cabinets pushed over, and papers everywhere, the walls stained. He shined the flashlight around and flicked through some of the old folders lying in a cabinet before he went back to searching through the room.
…
Sam marched down a hallway and tried the door, but it's locked. He tried another one, also locked.
"Alright," Sam said slowly, backing away from the locked door. "I think we have a small problem."
"Then break it down," Gavin said, panicked eyes darting to the door.
"I don't think that's going work on this door," Sam said calmly.
Gavin looked around. "Then a window."
"They're barred." Kat replied, shaking her head.
"Then how are we supposed to get out?" Gavin asked.
"That's the point. We're not," Sam said. "There's something in here. It doesn't want us to leave."
"Those patients...?" Kat trailed off, a slight question, looking to Sam.
"No," Harry said, looking at the walls. "Something else…"
…
Dean was still searching the room. He found a loose panel in the wall and pried it off. Behind it, a satchel full of papers.
"This is why I get paid the big bucks," Dean said out loud as he reached in for it. He opened it and shined the light in. Inside was a journal, filled with notes and hand-drawn pictures of medical instruments. He pulled up a chair and started reading, looking concerned.
"Well, all work and no play make Dr. Ellicott a very dull boy," Dean muttered, flipping pages. A noise made him look up quickly.
…
Sam moved back down the hallway, joining the rest of the group. "Alright, I've looked everywhere. There's no other way out."
"So, what the hell are we going do?" Gavin demanded.
"Well for starters, we're not gonna panic," Sam said.
"Why the hell not!" Gavin shouted, arms flailing a little.
Sam's phone rang and he ignored Gavin to answer it. It was Dean.
"Hey," he said as soon as he engaged the call. He nearly held the phone away from his ear when he got a burst of static.
"Sam!" Dean said, voice statically and cutting out. "Sam, it's me. I see it. It's coming at me."
"Where are you?" Sam asked, hand tightening on the phone.
Another burst of static. "I'm in the basement," Dean said. "Hurry up!"
"I'm on my way!" Sam said. He hit 'end' and looked at everyone. Kat and Gavin were just staring but Jess and Harry were looking determined and concerned.
"Alright, can either of you handle a shotgun?" Sam asked, looking between Kat and Gavin.
"What? No!" Gavin said.
"I can," Kat offered. Gavin looked at her in amazement and she shrugged, "My dad took me skeet shooting a couple times."
"Alright, here," Sam said, handing Kat a shotgun. "It's loaded with rock salt. It won't kill a spirit, but it will repel it. So if you see something, shoot."
"Okay," Kat nodded, adjusting her grip on the gun, only too eager to comply.
"Harry, Jess, I really hate to ask but can you get these two out safely?" Sam said, pointing between Kat and Gavin. "If… no—when you get the chance, please rejoin me."
"We will, love," Jess assured Sam softly, moving in to kiss him.
"Don't do anything stupid, Sam," Harry added. "As soon as we get the kids out, I'll apparate Jess and I to you ASAP." He leaned in and also kissed him.
"Okay," Sam said with a nod. He smiled at them and quickly ran off to find Dean. He searched through hallways and room.
"Dean!" he called out. His flashlight flickered and faded. He shook it, tapping the side.
A door behind him swung open. He raised his shotgun and approached the opened door carefully.
"Dean?" he called out.
A shadow moved behind a ragged curtain, drawing his attention. When he pulled the curtain back there was no one there.
He turned right into a beaten up, old man with ragged hair and clothes. He grabbed Sam's face, his hands start glowing.
"Don't be afraid," the spirit said. "I'm going to make you all better."
…
Gavin paced while Kat crouched against the wall, holding the shotgun.
Kat sighed and looked up, "Hey, Gavin?"
Gavin stopped his pacing and crouched beside her. "Yeah?"
"If we make it out of here alive," Kat said. "We are so breaking up."
Gavin stared at her. They heard a noise around the corner and both stand up.
Kat raised the shotgun, aiming down the hallway where the noise came from. "Did you hear that?"
"Something's coming," Jess said. She and Harry quickly ready for fight, adjusting their stance and readying their weapons.
Dean came barrelling around the corner. He saw Kat just as she pulled the trigger. He threw himself back around the corner, spreading out against the wall.
"Damn it!" he yelled from where he was crouched. "Don't shoot! It's me!"
"Sorry!" Kat yelled back, lowering the gun. "Sorry."
"Son of a—" Dean muttered, easing back around the corner. He looked at the marks left in the wall. "What are you still doing here!? Where's Sam?"
"He went to the basement," Gavin said, looking at Dean oddly. "You called him."
"I didn't call anybody," Dean said, confused.
"His cell phone rang," Jess said slowly. She looked at Dean, "He said it was you."
"Basement, huh?" Dean asked. Everyone nodded. He looked around and grabbed the extra weapons.
"Alright. Watch yourselves... and watch out for me!" he added, glaring briefly at Kat.
"Hold on, Dean," Harry said. "I'm coming with you." He turned to Jess, "Jess, get them out of here and be safe, love."
Jess gave a grim smile of her own, before turning towards Gavin and Kat. "Come on, you two, let's go." Jess lead Kat and Gavin to main entrance.
Dean and Harry watch them go until the turn a corner and then go find Sam. They make their way to the basement quickly, looking around the dingy walls.
"Sammy?" Dean called out, light shining around. No response. He kept calling out, though. "Sam, you down here? Sam? Sam!"
As they turn, Sam was standing right in front of him. Dean jumped back, automatically raising his shotgun. Harry looked relived and lowered his wand.
"Man, answer me when I'm calling you!" Dean snapped. He looked Sam over, "You alright?"
"Yeah," Sam said with a nod. "I'm fine."
"You know it wasn't me who called your cell, right?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I know," Sam said, nodding again. "I think something lured me down here."
"I think I know who," Dean said. "Doctor Ellicott. That's what the spirits have been trying to tell us. You haven't seen him, have you?" he asked Sam.
"No," Sam said, shaking his head. "How do you know it was him?" Sam and Harry ask at the same time.
"'Cause I found his log book," Dean said. "Apparently, he was experimenting on his patients, awful stuff. Makes lobotomies look like a couple a' aspirin." He winced.
"But it was the patients who rioted," Sam replied.
"Yeah. They were rioting against Doctor Ellicott," Dean pointed out. "Doctor 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..." he trailed off, looking around.
He waved a hand, "Come on, we gotta find his bones and torch 'em."
"How?" Harry asked. "The police never found his body," he pointed out.
"The log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere where he'd work on his patients," Dean said.
"So, if I was a patient I'd drag his ass down here, do a little work on 'im myself."
"I don't know, it sounds kinda..." Sam trailed off
"Crazy?" Dean supplied, trying not to grin.
"Yeah," Sam said, nodding.
"Yeah. Exactly." Dean nodded. He opened another door, looked inside, and then gestured with his head for Sam and Harry to follow.
Unseen, Sam gave Dean's back a stealthy, sly look just as they all enter the room.
"I told you I looked everywhere," Sam said. "I didn't find a hidden room."
"Well, that's why they call it hidden," Dean said with an eye roll. A sound of wind blowing through the room made him pause, cocking his head.
"You hear that?"
"What?" Sam asked, mimicking Dean's posture.
Dean looked around before crouching, holding his hand out in front of him. "There's a door here."
Sam pointed his gun at Dean. "Dean," he said. A trickle of blood runs from his nose "Step back from the door."
Dean slowly got to his feet, gaze flicking between the gun aimed at him and Sam's face. "Sam, put the gun down."
"Is that an order?" Sam asked.
"Nah, it's more of a friendly request," Dean said.
Sam adjusted his gun so it was now pointed at Dean's chest. "'"Cause I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders."
"Sam, stop this!" Harry said, voice loud and firm.
"Stay out of this, Harry," Sam said, his gaze never leaving his brother.
"This is between me and him, don't make me hurt you, too!" He looked away from Dean just long enough to give Harry a hard glare.
"I knew it," Dean said. "Ellicott did something to you."
"For once in your life, just shut your mouth!" Sam yelled.
"What are you gonna do, Sam?" Dean asked. "Gun's filled with rock salt. It's not gonna kill me."
Sam shot Dean in the chest. The shot knocked him back, through the hidden door to fall on the floor.
"No. But it will hurt like hell," Sam muttered.
Harry looked angry and horrified at what just happened. He raised the Elder wand up towards his boyfriend in warning as he went to check on Dean,
trying to keep an eye on Sam.
Dean was sprawled out on the floor, coming to and gasping for breath. "Sam!" he called out. Sam came over to stand over him.
"We gotta burn Ellicott's bones and all this will be over, and you'll be back to normal."
"I am normal," Sam said. "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 solider? Because you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?" he growled out.
"This isn't you talking, Sam," Dean said.
"That's the difference between you and me—I have a mind of my own," Sam said, looking down on Dean. "I'm not pathetic, like you."
"So, what are you gonna do, huh?" Dean asked, glaring up at his brother. "Are you gonna kill me?"
"You know what? I am sick of doing what you tell me to do," Sam said. "We're no closer to finding Dad today than we were six months ago!"
"Well, then here. Let me make it easier for you," Dean said and held out his Smith & Wesson toward Sam. "Come on. Take it," he said, shaking the gun towards Sam. "Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt." Sam doesn't move to take it, hesitating.
"Take it!" he yelled at him.
Sam pointed the gun at Dean's face.
"You hate me that much?" Dean asked, voice quiet. "You think you could kill your own brother? Then go ahead. Pull the trigger. Do it!"
Sam pulled the trigger. The chamber is empty. He tried again.
And once more before Harry quickly calls out "Petrificus Totalus", binding Sam's body. A "Stupefy" knocked Sam out. Harry quickly moved to Dean and used some healing spells on him.
"Thanks," Dean mumbled. "What should we do with Sam? If he wakes and we are still looking for Ellicott bones, he could attack us again.
Fighting one spirit this bad is hard enough, it's going to be even harder if we have to fight Sam at the same time."
"I know that, Dean," Harry said with a nod. "You go after Ellicott, and I'll deal with Sam. In fact, I think I may have a way to reach him and undo the damage Ellicott did."
"Alright," Dean said with a nod. "But be careful and try not to hurt my brother too much, okay?" He moved to stand over Sam, shaking his head a little.
"Man, I'm not going to give you a loaded pistol," he muttered. He crouched down and patted his brother's shoulder. "Sorry, Sammy," he said before standing and headed out to find Ellicott's bones.
Harry moved slowly towards Sam. "Hang on, Sam. It's time for you to really wake up and free yourself. I bet this would make Snape happy," he muttered to himself and pointed the Elder wand at Sam's forehead, performing a "Legilimens".
Harry was fully naked in Sam's mind-scape as he took in the sights of the grey stormy background.
It looked much different than when Harry was normally there training Sam's mind.
As Harry walked closer, he could see Sam. He was also fully naked, tied up on a weird hospital bed.
There were cuts all over his body, some were bigger then others. There were burns as well, part of his hair was shaved off.
"Oh, gods, Sam," Harry whispered in horror. He moved towards Sam, intent to free him.
He heard a voice saying "You can't save him. He is almost now complexly under my power."
The spirit of Elliot appeared. He was glowing blue all over his warped appearance.
"We will see that about," Harry said. "Dean will take care what's left of you in the real world and I'll deal with the rest of you here personally!" he said, voice a low dangerous growl.
Elliot moved to attack Harry like he did with Sam, but he didn't count on the fact Harry had dealt with mental battles before. He was also an angry wizard and lover to boot.
But Harry reacted a lot faster here then in the real world and wandlessly called out. "Reducto!" and "Scruge!". The combined mix of spells and charms blasted the sprit of Elliot aside and destroyed this version of him here in Sam's mind-scape.
With a scream, Ellicott vanished into nothingness.
"It's up to you now, Dean," Harry said out loud to himself. He quickly moved to Sam's side and waved his hand, casting a wandless enervate.
"Harry, is that you? Sam asked in confusion, blinking and looking around.
"Yes, it's me Sam," Harry said, leaning closer. "We are in your mind. Here anything is possible… with your limited training, you were taken over by the spirit of Elliot.
Do you remember?" he asked.
"Oh, gods I do!" Sam said, voice soft and horrified. "I almost hurt you. And… Dean! I said some awful things to him," he whispered, so upset.
"Shhh, it's alright, love," Harry soothed, brushing Sam's hair back. "It'll be fine, you'll see. Can you get up?"
"I—I will try," Sam muttered. He managed to sit up but he was too tired to stand up fully. He flopped back down on the bed.
"Sam," Harry said, urging Sam up. "We can't be here for long. Two people shouldn't be in one person's mind-scape for too long.
There are dangers to both people who stay longer then they should—it's very tasking on the body and mind."
Sam looked really worried; he had forgotten that bit of info.
"What can we do?" Sam asked, trying—and failing—to get up again.
"Sam, if you laid with me here… you could temporally share my powers which would give you the strength for you to get out of safely and return to the real world."
"Lie… with you?" Sam asked, confused for a moment. The shocked. "You mean as in have sex, in here? Is that even possible?"
Harry nodded his head.
"Okay, love," Sam said. "Let's do this and get out of here."
There is a weird metal slash lemon ahead—you have been warned.
Harry walked towards Sam, who was still sitting on the hospital bed. He leaned over his boyfriend and started to kiss him.
Sam returned the favour a bit unsurely as he never done this here. He began to rub his hands along Harry's chest, feeling his lover's slim, hairy chest.
Harry's hands were all over him as well; sliding along his body, groping Sam's firm abs and down his muscular chest.
Sam lowered his head and started to suck Harry off. Harry moaned at the feeling of what his lover was doing to him. "Sam," Harry panted. "Stop."
Sam slowly brought his head up off Harry's lap with a pop. "What's wrong, love?" he asked.
"Nothing," Harry said softly, reassuring Sam. "To share my powers with you, you will have to take me here," he told his lover.
Sam gave Harry a quick shy grin and kissed him, letting Harry have a taste of himself. He watched as Harry crawled into his lap, getting into position.
He held himself steady as Harry slowly lowered himself onto Sam's big cock.
Sam gently eased his way forward inside his boyfriend, helping guide the pace with hands on Harry's hips.
Slowly but surely he was buried all the way, his balls resting against Harry's tight ass.
They both moaned at the feeling of it; it was unreal, the feeling was unlike anything they felt in the real world.
As Sam started to thrust back and forward inside Harry, they both started glowing;
Harry with a silver light shining all over his naked body as a golden light started to surround Sam.
Sam was beginning to feel stronger then he ever did before, while Harry was staring to feel weaker, as the silver light on Harry dimmed, the gold light on
Sam grew to such a bright light it was like a small sun and suddenly Sam gave a quick hard thrust and came inside his boyfriend.
That was all Harry needed to cum as well as he shot his load all over the both of them.
Sam pulled out of Harry and suddenly they both vanished without a trace.
The weird metal slash lemon is over.
Harry woke up and quickly freed Sam, who woke up with a start. "Harry! What we saw, what happened in there—Did that really happen?"
"Yes, Sam, it did," Harry said with a nod. "What do you think?" he asked, looking Sam over.
"Um, let me get back to you on that later," Sam said, averting his eyes. "We better find Dean," he said and they took off with a run.
Dean began looking around the room, pushing back ragged curtains with his pistol.
Dr. Ellicott glided past, but Dean didn't notice. He was too busy looking at a tuft of something poking out of the corner of a closed cupboard and moved closer. He opened the door to find a mummified corpse and flinched back from the smell, gagging.
"Oh, that's just gross," Dean said in disgust, grimacing. He started salting the body, covering it thoroughly. "Soak it up," he muttered.
Dean dropped the salt container and grabbed a small container of kerosene, squirting the body just as thoroughly.
In the background his flashlight flickered, unnoticed. A gurney flew across the room and knocked him to the ground.
Dr. Ellicott flickered in front of Dean, grabbed his face and his hands lit up.
"Don't be afraid. I'm going to help you. I'm going to make you all better," Ellicott said with a smile.
Dean struggled to reach his bag with one hand, found his lighter, flicked it open and sparked it and tossed it at the mummified body.
Dr. Ellicott let go of Dean as his remains start to burn. Dean crawled out of the way and watched as Dr. Ellicott's ghost turned black and fell to the ground,
crumbling on impact.
The door banged open, Sam and Harry rushing into the room. "Dean!" Sam and Harry call out.
"Nice timing you guys… I could've used your help a few minutes ago," Dean said sarcastically.
Dean looked over at them as he flexed his jaw, wincing at the pain. "You're not going to try and kill me, are ya?" he asked, eying his brother warily.
Sam raised a hand. "Nope."
"Good," Dean said, nodding. "Because that would be awkward."
"Come on, you two," Harry said. "Let's get the hell out of here." He grabbed and held Sam's hand as they exit.
It's daybreak by the time Sam, Dean and Harry make it outside.
"Thanks, guys," Kat said, looking at them all.
"Yeah," Gavin nodded his agreement. "Thanks. And thanks for getting us out safe, Jess."
"No more haunted asylums, okay?" Jess told them. They nodded sheepishly and turned, walking towards their car.
"Hey, Dean?" Sam said, getting Dean's attention. His brother turned to look at him. "I'm sorry, man. I said some awful things back there—"
"You remember all that?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Sam said, nodding. "It's like, I couldn't control it. But I didn't mean it, any of it," he added.
"You didn't, huh?" Dean asked.
"No, of course not!" Sam immediately denied. He looked at his brother intently, "Do we need to talk about this?"
Dean moved to get in the Impala, rolling his eyes a little. "No, Sam. I'm not really in the sharing and caring kinda mood. I just wanna get some sleep," he said.
They all head back to the motel for a well deserved, and much needed, long sleep.
A/N Coming Soon Chapter 17