Please note that the building of the Traverse City State Hospital is a real building in Traverse City, Michigan and there are multiple ghost stories in this building but the story in this fan fiction is made up. This story is supposed to take place in between Supernatural's episodes "Sam, Interrupted" and "Swap Meat." And was after Ghost Adventure' episode Clovis Wolfe Manor.

Toledo, Ohio-

"Sammy… Sammy, wake up," Dean yelled as he through the yellowed pillow from the bed of yet another cheap motel room at his sleeping brother. He sat tying his brown combat boots. He had been up for only a few minutes. Even though it was only seven, he hated being the only one up. He felt like a ADHD child, he was bored and hungry, and the only thing that would entertain him was Sam. "Sammy!" He yelled one more time, as Sam slowly rolled over. He lifted his head to see a smiling Dean on the bed next to him.

"Dean, what do you want?" Sam asked as he tried to fix his bed head. Dean's obnoxious smiling made Sam want to take the Colt and shoot him. He covered his face up with the pillow as Dean grabbed the blanket and ripped it off of Sam, getting annoyed that he still was not getting out of bed.

Dean turned to the TV and observed a show that he had been watching, the title page popped up revealing the words Ghost Adventures, and he shook his head, from their last experience with the Ghost Facers he thought they were just like them until he watched an episode. They weren't actually all that bad. Dean's phone began to ring what sounded like, "Iron Man," by Black Sabbath. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's obsessions with mullet head bands. Dean mouthed the lyrics, knowing his brother was annoyed greatly with him. He smiled widely as he answered the phone, "Hey Bobby." Dean paused as he listened to Bobby on the other end of the phone.

"Dean… I have a case; it's in The Traverse City, Michigan at Traverse City State Hospital. There are multiple encounters with ghosts but I think it's more than that. I have a friend who is a hunter her name is Ruth Kingston, she went there thinking it was a demon and now no one can get a hold of her," He said as Dean nodded, "And I want you to idgets to go and find her, don't mess it up."

"Don't worry Bobby, Sammy and I will go to Michigan and find Ruth don't worry," Dean hung up his phone and turned to Sam who sat on the bed, with his hands fiddling with a knife. "Looks like we are going to Michigan." Dean said as he looked at Sam.

"Dean, we can't just go to Michigan, you know what is supposed to happen in Detroit. There both in Michigan we can't just go there." Sam said nervously

"Sammy, it's across the state from Detroit, we are closer to Detroit here then we are in Traverse City," Dean stated, "We can't just let a girl die in some musty old hospital."

"Would you rather Lucifer take me over as his vessel and kill six billion people? Dean, let's think rationally about this." Sam hated it as much as Dean did, having to sneak around trying to hide from both demons, and angels, and frankly every type of monster or fairytale character. Having the constant worry that you could end the world more then he already had.

Though Sam felt as if Dean had it better, had it easier, though they were both vessels at least Dean being the corpse that the archangel, Michael was going to inhabit meant that Dean would be on Heaven' side. But Sam was supposed to be the devils vessel; he was supposed to work for Hell. He was supposed to win the apocalypse for evil, though he started it he didn't want to win it. He broke the final seal, the seal that kept Lucifer in his prison. And now he was supposed to go to Michigan, the state where he was supposed to turn into the devil. What was Dean thinking?

"Sammy, we are not just doing this for the girl, but for Bobby. Now I know what is at stake but this girl could be being tortured by the evil S.O.B. I tortured enough souls; I will not let another one go through that." Dean's mind raced back to his forty years in Hell. Though it was only four months in earth time, it felt like an eternity to him. Everyday having to be slung on the rack, be beaten, his skin slashed, his eyes poked, nails and teeth ripped, bones broke, blood splattered, organs ripped from his body, ribs taken, hair ripped from scalp, then brought back to life to restart the next day, until one day he couldn't take it, thirty years he bared it, though the last ten years he was the one who tortured the souls, the one who did all of those horrible things to the souls that were damned. Until his guardian angel, the angel, Castiel, raised him from perdition.

"Dean, I know what you did. But is this one girl worth billions of people going to hell? What's at stake is more then I think you realize. This choice that you are about to make could end the world," Sam explained.

"You don't think I know this, Sam? Yes I know I am putting all my eggs in one basket. But all the chips are on the table and you either fold or all in."

"Dean, last time you played poker you lost fifty years of your life to a thousand year old, Texas hold 'Em playing witch and was changed to an eighty year old man." Sam tried to get through to Dean, though he knew altering Dean's mind was like trying to tell the sun not to come up. He was too hard headed for any of Sam's comments to affect him.

"I will not sit here knowing that, that girl is going to die, and know that I could do something about it, but chose not to do anything at all." Dean clenched his jaw.

"Like what happened to Jo and Ellen?" Once the words escaped Sam's mouth he knew it was too late to take them back. He knew the things to say to Dean that would hurt him, that would actually hit him, and penetrate his thick skull and this, this was one of those hurtful, cruel comments. Dean clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "Dean, I didn't mean that… I'm sorry." Sam tried.

"Then what did you mean, Sammy?" Dean asked his voice shaky, "So are you going to help me or are you going to stay here."

"Let's…Let's go," Sam said in the spur of the moment knowing he would regret it. Dean walked to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face trying to erase the memories of Jo and Ellen. The memory of the hellhound ripping at Jo, just like it had killed him, sending him to Hell months before. He remembered Ellen volunteering to stay with Jo and blow up the building with both Jo, herself and the hellhounds in it. He remembered kissing Jo goodbye, as if he was the kiss of death, a kiss that he would never forget. He remembered climbing across the roof then seeing the building erupt in an explosion in flames.

He had to forget it for now. He gripped the sink then splashed his face once more. It helped slightly though his mind shifted to the apocalypse though the thought of them never left his mind. He was worried himself, but he just had to bury his doubts about Sam and Lucifer just like he told Sam to do. He just wanted a few cases like the old days. Who knows maybe this case would be good for them. But it also might be there last. That was just it, neither him, or Castiel, or Sam knew when or what was going to happen.

Dean grabbed the few things that he had brought in the motel room from the Impala and began to walk out of the room. He turned to see Sam packing up the Colt, the gun that was supposed to kill Lucifer but just like Dean trying to stop Sam from killing Lilith it failed.

Four months earlier in Las Vegas, Nevada-

"Zak, come look at this hotel," Nick called as Zak slowly walked across his office for the eighth time to Nick who was sitting on the black leather couch. They had been searching for possible lock downs locations for three hours and still they found no place that was worth a real legitimate investigation. He stared at the white Macintosh laptop that was laid on Nick's legs.

A large castle looking building was shown in the picture. From the looks of it, it was old, and creepy. He smiled widely, it was perfect. "Where is it located and what is its history?" He asked getting the usual adrenaline boost he always experiences when they found a lead on for a new lockdown.

"It's called… Traverse City State Hospital… In Michigan. The normal sightings, a few attacks… Didn't you go to college in Trenton, Michigan?" Nick asked remembering Zak's repeatedly told story of how he began chasing ghosts and why his occupation is so important to him personally.

"Yeah, I love Michigan! We have to get this investigation." He was eager to obtain such an amazing lock down so close to his alma mater. Aaron then entered with a big paper bag filled with the fast food that Nick and he had ordered earlier. He handed Nick the greasy cheeseburger and the large Styrofoam cup filled with the green liquid of Mountain Dew. Nick slurped a large gulp of it letting the sugar and caffeine perk him up from such a tedious job as lock down searching. Both Aaron and Nick opened their sandwiches, taking large bites, savoring the greasy meat.

They looked over to a disgusted Zak, "What?" Aaron inquired with a full mouth. Zak had a Ziploc bag of carrots beside him, with a bottle of mineral water, and a ham sandwich in his hand.

"That looks disgusting. How can you eat that crap?" Zak asked, he looked down to his healthy lunch. He had to keep in top shape, not only for his own preference but for his image.

"Oh shut up, Zak not all of us eat like a female California college student. And have no room to talk you can eat a gallon of Cookies 'N Crème ice cream and a dozen crab cakes in an hour. I have seen you eat multiple pizzas so don't criticize us on our eating habits just because we like to eat like men," Nick told Zak. Zak knew that was true, sugar was his kryptonite.

"Just get ahold of the owner," Zak turned and sat at his desk and began surfing the internet. One article struck him though. "Nick, Aaron come here," Zak dictated as they strolled over to the monitor. "Look at these guys, their names are Samuel and Dean Winchester. They are wanted for murder and are escaped convict." He pointed to the two sketches of buff, handsome, brothers.

"Hey they kind of look like you, Zak. Tall, and abnormally muscular," Aaron teased.

"Aaron, I'm serious. These Winchester's, their faces look so familiar to me," Zak looked closer at the sketches trying to place their faces to where he had seen them.

"Maybe, that mineral water is affecting your brain again, Zak these guys are convicts where would you have met them," Aaron inquired half-jokingly, half serious. He knew he had only known Zak for a few years but he knew he wouldn't have hung out with felons.

"Come on man, get off of twitter and this stupid cite. And just research the hospital," Nick dictated nicely, being to voice of reason, like always.

"You're right," Zak smiled as he began eating the rest of the carrots from his lunch. Nick and Aaron reluctantly walked back to the black leather couch to finish their lunch. Nick looked up at Zak who sat leaning on his head on his hands staring at the monitor. Nick simply shook his head at Zak and continues eating the sandwich that sat next to him on the arm of the couch.

Nick and Aaron had been researching for thirty minutes and had actually gotten quite a bit of information. Crumpling up his cheese burger wrapper, Nick, threw it at the black trash can that leaned against the red wall at the back of Zak's office. The wrapper bounced off the rim landing on the carpet. Nick knew he could never make it he was the worst at being able to throw trash into a trash can as if it was a basketball, though it was better than having to walk across the office.

"Dude, mind throwing that away…" Nick called; he didn't want to have to get up and dispose of it himself. Because he had papers of notes he had taken about the hospital surrounding him along with his laptop on his legs. And frankly his legs were asleep and the trash was right next to Zak. "Zak! Bro!" Nick called though Zak didn't notice. Frustrated Nick pulled the random debris of his thighs. "Unbelievable…" He muttered under his breathe along with multiple other things. He turned to Aaron but all he did was shrug not knowing what to tell frustrated, Nick.

Legs tingling Nick strolled across the room and picked up the small ball of wrapping that laid on the floor. With a loud ting the paper was discarded inside the black metal can. He turned to see the sketches still plastered on the screen.

Nick observed the information on each of the felons. The photo to the left showed a man roughly thirty with short spiked hair like Zak's in a fauxhawk, a strong jaw and a stern expression. The one to the right had hair a little longer than his brother it was shaggier looking, the same strong jaw but his expression less cocky.

Underneath the left photo it said Dean Winchester, the further he read the further, Nick was baffled with Zak's odd obsession with the so called Winchester brothers.

Dean seemed average enough, six foot three, a hundred and seventy five pounds, green eyes and brown hair. The article claimed he was last seen in brown combat boots, blue jeans, a plaid flannel shirt and an old tattered brown leather jacket, a necklace and a silver ring on his right ring finger, and a tattoo on the left side of his chest.

Sam's information was slightly different then Dean's but similar in many ways. Sam was six foot five, hazel eyes, brown shaggy hair and a hundred and ninety pounds. Although Dean was shorter and weighed less then Sam they both looked solidly built with muscle. He had a tattoo just like his brother. And was last seen in combat boots, old blue jeans, a olive colored jacket, and a black and red striped shirt.

Nick shook his head, "Zak," He knocked one of Zak's arms out that was supporting his head, causing his head to drop. Finally getting his attention, "Man, it's been twenty minutes. Did you not hear Aaron say we booked the hospital for a lockdown in four months?"

"Sorry Nick… that's great." Zak felt bad, but something about these brothers' fascinated him. "I'll be fine… it's getting late, why don't you to go home."

"Are you sure?" Nick was worried that possibly Zak was taking this too far. He was obsessing over convicts though, Nick did want to get home to his wife and daughter.

"Positive, go." Nick and Aaron exchanged glances then packed up and left the office.

Zak continued to stare at the tedious photos, completely baffled. His felt as if his blue eyes were beginning to cross from staring for so long at the awe striking sketches. Though their faces struck him, the necklace of Dean struck him more. A pendant of a golden head, with thick lips, closed eyes and two horns that sprung from either side of its head, it was on a leather chain was around his neck, that Zak had seen before but where? Leaning back, Zak thought, but coming to no solid conclusion he began pacing. He sat back down in the chair and began spinning in circles like a child, he stared at the ceiling, thinking, pondering, wondering.

For the next four months Zak couldn't figure out where he knew the Winchester boys from but soon enough he would know where.