𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢
( 𝖽𝖺𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 )

𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 1𝗑10 - 𝗮𝘀𝘆𝗹𝘂𝗺

▬▬▬   AT A MOTEL, Sam is on phone, "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."

"Okay."

"Thanks."

"You bet." Sam hangs up the phone.

"Caleb hasn't heard from him?" Dean asked Sam.

"Nope. And neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Anything leads in there?"

"No, same as last time I looked. Nothing I can make out, I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like frigging' Yoda." Dean says. Elena smiles.

"You know, maybe we should call the Feds. File a missing person's." Sam suggested.

"We've talked about this. Dad'd be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail."

"I don't care anymore." Sam says.

A cellphone rings. Dean goes across the room.

"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."

"I know!" Dean rummages through his duffel, "Where the hell is my cellphone?"

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

"Don't say that! He's not dead! He's, he's,"

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

Dean finds his cellphone and flicks it open.

Message
From: Unavailable Subject: Message: 42, -89

9:52

BACK REPLY

"Huh. I don't believe it." Dean says

"What?" Elena asks.

"It's, uh, It's a text message. It's coordinates." Dean is now typing on a laptop.

"You think Dad was texting us?" Sam asks.

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

"The man can barely work a toaster, Dean."

"Sam, it's good news! It means he's okay, or alive at least."

"Well, was there a number on the caller ID?"

"Nah, it said 'unknown' so,"

"Well, where do the coordinates point?"

"That's the interesting part. Rockford, Illinois." Dean states.

"Ok, and that's interesting how?"

"I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this, this cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife, then puts the gun in his mouth, blows his brains out. And earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum."

"Okay, I'm not following. What has this have to do with us?" Sam asks.

"Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal. Let's see Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths, till last week at least. I think this is where he wants us to go." Dean says.

Sam snorts, "This is a job, Dad wants us to work a job."

"Well, maybe we'll meet up with him? Maybe he's there?"

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

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

"This doesn't strike you as weird? The texting? The coordinates?"

"Sam! Dad's telling us to go somewhere, we're going!"

Sam makes a resting face and sighs.

"Whew, the Winchester's are really stubborn." Elena says.

✫☆✫

Elena and the brothers show up to a bar, a cop was sitting alone.

"You're Daniel Gunderson. You're a cop, right?" Elena comes up to the cop.

"Yeah."

"I'm uh, Stacey Laver, The Chicago Tribune. Mind if I ask you a couple of questions, about your partner?" Elena asks.

"Yeah, I do. I'm just trying to have a beer here."

"That's okay, I swear it won't take that long. I just want to get the story in your words."

"A week ago, my partner was sitting in that chair. Now he's dead. You guys gonna ambush me here?" The cop said.

"Sorry partner but I need to know what happened." Dean says.

Sam pushes Dean aside roughly and Elena slightly.

"Hey guys, why don't you leave the poor guy alone! The man's an officer! Why don't you guys show a little respect!"

Dean pauses, staring, then walks off. So does Elena.

"You didn't have to do that." The cop says.

"Yeah, course I did. Those people are jerks. Let me buy you a beer, huh?" Sam looks at the barman, "Two?"

"Thanks."

✫☆✫

Dean and Elena are in the impala, they are waiting for Sam.

"So Elena." Dean starts off.

Elena sighs knowing what's going to occur now.

"Hey chill, nothing bad alright, I just wanted to know why Missouri said what she said back in Lawrence." Dean says.

"Dean, as she said, I will tell you guys once I'm ready, not now."

"You know you can't keep hiding these things Elena, we're gonna have to set ground rules, you can't keep secrets from us."

Sam finally walks out of the bar. He goes to the car.

"Shoved me kinda hard in there, buddy boy." Dean says.

"I had to sell it, didn't I? It's method acting." Sam says.

"Huh?"

"Never mind."

"What'd you find out from Gunderson?"

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

"What about at home?" Elena asks.

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

"Alright, so either Kelly had some deep-seated crazy waiting to bust out, or something else did it to him." Dean says.

"Right."

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

"A lot." Sam answers.

✫☆✫

The three are at the asylum, Sam and Dean jump over the tall chain-linked fence at the asylum, Elena lastly jumps over.

"So many break ins" Elena mumbles.

They went inside.

"So apparently the cops chased the kids here, into the south wing." Sam says. He indicates a sign over one door.

"South wing, huh? Wait a second" Dean says, he flips through John's journal, "1972. Three kids broke into the south wing, only one survived. Way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place."

"So whatever's going on, the south wing is the heart of it." Sam says.

"But if the kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?" Elena asks.

Sam looking around. He notes the broken chain, "Looks like the doors are usually chained. Could've been chained up for years."

"Yeah, to keep people out. Or to keep something in." Dean says.

They all look at each other, then Sam slowly pushes the door open.

Elena and the brothers walk down a hallway.

"Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel." Dean jokes.

"Dude, enough."

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

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

"Yeah, whatever. Don't ask, don't tell."

"You get any reading on that thing or not?"

"Nope. Of course, it doesn't mean no one's home."

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

"Yeah, the freaks come out at night." Dean says.

"Yeah."

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

Sam pushes Dean, who laughs. Elena rolls her eyes.

In another room. The three look around.

Dean whistles, "Man. Electro-shock. Lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kinda like my man Jack in Cuckoo's Nest." Dean makes a crazy eyes and grins at Sam.

Sam ignores him and Dean's smile drops. They look around some more.

"So. What do you think? Ghosts possessing people?" Dean asks.

"Maybe. Or maybe it's more like Amityville, or the Smurl hunting." Sam says.

"Spirits driving them insane. Kinda like my man Jack in The Shining." Dean grins.

"Dean." Sam says. Dean looks at him, "When are we going to talk about it." He asks.

"Talk about what?" Dean questions.

"About the fact Dad's not here."

"Oh. I see. How about, never."

"I'm being serious, man. He sent us here."

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

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

"See. That attitude? Right there? That is why I always get the extra cookie." Dean says.

"Dad could be in trouble, we should be looking for him. We deserve some answers, Dean. I mean, this is our family we're talking about."

"I understand that, Sam, but he's given us an order. "

"So what, we gotta always follow Dad's orders?"

"Of course we do." Dean says.

Sam gives Dean a frustrated face. Dean stares at him then turns away, ending the conversation.

Elena wants nothing to do with the conversation.

Dean pokes around and picks up a sign, " 'Sanford Ellicott', You know what we gotta do. We gotta find out more about the south wing. See if something happened here."

Dean walks away, leaving the sign with Sam and Elena, Sam stares down at the sign with a resting face.

✫☆✫

Everyone was at the waiting room, Sam, Dean, and Elena sit on couch, Sam is flicking through a magazine. A man comes to the open door. The sign on the door reads 'Dr. James Ellicott, Clinical Psychiatry'.

"Sam Winchester?"

"That's me." Sam stands up.

"Come on in."

They move into the inner room.

"Thanks again for seeing me last minute." Sam says, he around the room, "Dr. Ellicott. Ellicott, that name. Wasn't there a Dr. Sanford Ellicott? Yeah, he was a chief psychiatrist somewhere."

"My father was chief of staff at the old Roosevelt Asylum. How did you know?"

"Ah. Well, I'm sort of a local history buff. Hey, wasn't there, an incident or something? In the hospital, I guess. In the south wing, right?"

"We're on your dollar, Sam. We're here to talk about you."

"Oh, okay. Yeah, yeah. Sure." Sam says.

"So. How's things?"

"Ah, things are good, doctor."

"Good. What have you been doing?" The doctor asked.

"Ah, same old. I have just been on a road trip with my brother and our friend."

"Was that fun?"

There was a long pause.

"Loads. Umm. You know, we, uh, we, met, a lot of , interesting people. Did a lot of  uh interesting things. You know? What was it exactly that happened in the south wing? I forget."

"Look, if you're a local history buff, you know all about the Roosevelt riot." The doctor says.

"The riot. Well, no. I know. I'm just curious."

"Sam. Let's cut the bull, shall we. You're avoiding the subject."

"What subject?"

"You. Now I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you all about the Roosevelt riot, if you tell me something honest about yourself. Like, uh, this friend you're road tripping with. How do you feel about her?"

Sam looks a little freaked out.

✫☆✫

Dean and Elena lean against a glass window next to a door, looking bored.

Sam walks past. Dean and Elena catch up and matches his pace.

"Dude! You were in there forever. What the hell were you talking about?" Dean questioned.

"Just the hospital, you know."

"And?"

"And the south wing? It's where the housed the really hard cases. The psychotics, the criminally insane." Sam says.

"Sounds cozy." Elena said.

"Yeah. And one night in '64, they rioted. Attacked staff. Attacked each other." Sam says.

"So the patients took over the asylum?"

"Apparently."

"Any deaths?" Dean asks.

"Some patients, some staff. I guess it was pretty gory. Some of the bodies were never even recovered, including our chief of staff, Ellicott."

"What do you mean, never recovered?"

"Cops scoured every inch of the place but I guess the patients must've stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden."

"That's grim." Elena says.

"Yeah. So, they transfered all the remaining patients and closed the hospital down."

"So, to sum it up, we've got a bunch of violent deaths and a bunch of unrecovered bodies."

"And a bunch of angry spirits."

"Good times. Let's check out the hospital tonight."