𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

050

"Jesus Christ!" I exclaim when I turn the corner and see Sam right in front of me. "He's over here, Dean." I call out as I glare at Sam. "Don't scare me like that!" I punch him lightly. He stares down at his shoulder for a moment then at me, not saying anything. My brows furrow as I look at him weirdly. Dean appears next to me shortly and frowns at Sam.

"Are u alright?" Dean asks him when Sam just stares at us in a strange way.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You know that wasn't me who called your cell, right?"

"Yeah, I know, I think something lured me down here."

"I think I know who—Dr. Ellicott. That's what the spirits have been trying to tell us. You haven't seen him, have you?"

"No."

"Wait, whoa, back up. How do you know it's Ellicott?" I ask.

"Because I found his logbook. Apparently, he was experimenting on his patients. Awful stuff. Makes lobotomies look like a couple of aspirin." Dean explains.

"But it was the patients who rioted." Sam points out.

"Yeah, They were rioting against Dr. Ellicott."

"I don't get it." I admit stupidly. Dean rolls his eyes and looks down at me.

"Dr. Feel Good was working on some sort of like extreme rage therapy. He thought if he could get his patients to vent their anger, then they'd be cured of it." He shakes his head. "Instead it only made it worse and worse and angrier and angrier."

"Oh, I see where you're going with this." I say. He nods, pointing at me in appreciation.

"So I'm thinking, what if his spirit is doing the same thing? To the cop, to the kid's in the 70's. Making them so angry they become homicidal."

"Huh, that's a good theory. Guess you're not an airhead after all, Dean." I smirk. He sends a mocking one back my way.

"Come on. We've got to find his bones and torch 'em." Dean says, moving past Sam, and I follow right behind him.

"How? The police never found his body." Sam states. Dean stops to look at Sam but I keep going, walking towards a door with a biohazard symbol on it.

"Well, the logbook said he had some hidden procedure room down here somewhere where he'd work on his patients. So, I mean, if I was a patient, I'd drag his ass down here and do a little work on him myself."

"I don't know. That sounds kind of-"

"Crazy?" Dean asks, sounding much closer to me now. I jerk my head over towards the hazard symbol and Dean quickly walks the rest of the way over to me.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, exactly." Dean opens the door and holds it  open for me. I smile at him in thanks before walking through. We enter a smaller, almost completely empty, room and it looks like all the others. Moldy and unappealing. I run my fingers along the wall like I did before in hopes that I'd stumble upon this secret room Dean was talking about, but I find nothing.

"I told you I looked everywhere. I didn't find a hidden room." Sam tells us.

"Well that's kinda why they call it hidden, Sam." I reply in a snarky tone. There was something really off about him. Usually he would be trying to help at least a little, but now, it seems like he just wants to get us the hell outta here.