Supernatural: Anastasia Steele

Chapter 20. Asylum

Deans POV

"No, dad was in California last we heard from him. We just thought...he comes to you for 'munitions...maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. Just, call us if you hear anything." Sam says into his cellphone. "Thanks." He finishes then hangs up.

"Caleb hasn't heard from him?" I ask. "Nope. And neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Any leads in there?" He asks as Ana sits down on a chair. "No, same as the last time I looked. Nothing I can make out... I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like frigging Yoda." I gripe.

"You know, maybe we should call the feds. File a missing persons." Sam suggests. "We've talked about this. Dad'd be pissed if we out the feds on his tail." I explain. "I don't care any more." Sam says as he looks at Ana and frowns.

"Ana, you okay?" I look at her, seeing her rubbing her head again. She looks up at us. "Yeah, just didn't get much sleep." She says as she yawns. "Nightmare? Or another vision?" I ask. "I'm not sure." She says as she rubs her head again.

After a moment, a cellphone rings and I cross the room and start to look for the phone. I continue looking but can't find it. "Where the hell is my phone?!" I say angrily. "Front pocket of your bag." Ana tells me and I frown, as I put my hand in the pocket and pull out my phone, flipping it open.

"Huh. I don't believe it." I mumble. "What is it?" Ana asks. "It's uh...it's a text message. It's coordinates." I reply as I head to my laptop and type away on it. "You think dad's texting us?" Sam asks me. "He's given us coordinates before." I reply. "The man can barely work a toaster, Dean." Sam exclaims. "Sam, it's good news! It means it's okay, alive at least." I say excited.

"Was there a number on the caller ID?" Ana asks me. "Nah, it's said unknown." I reply. "Well, where do the coordinates point?" Ana asks as I finally get the results. "That's the interesting part. Rockford, Illinois." I say and Sam frowns. "And that's interesting how?" He asks.

"I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this." I say as I pull up a report where it shows a picture of a man and the news article attached to it.

"This cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife, then puts the gun to his mouth, blows his brains out. And earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at Roosevelt Asylum." I say. "Okay, I'm not following. What does this have to do with us?" Sam asks as Ana stumbles back into her chair.

"Dad earmarked the same asylum in his journal. Let's see...here. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths- till last week at least." I tell him as I look at Ana seeing her breathing heavily. I drop the journal on the table and crouch in front of her. "Ana, you okay?" I ask as she puts a hand over her mouth.

"That..." She points to the report. "That just confirmed that I had another vision last night." She whispers and we look at her in shock. "Wait, what'd you mean?" I ask her. "I mean, I had a vision of that man killing his wife. It was...it felt so real...like I was there with them." She says shakily.

Sam comes over to her and places his hand on her shoulder. "Call me crazy boys...but, I think that's where John wants us to go. And I think we should go." She says as Sam snorts. "This is a job....dad wants us to work a job." He grumbles as I rub Ana's thigh as she sighs tiredly. "Well, maybe we'll meet up with him. Maybe he's there?" I say hopeful.

"Maybe he's not? I mean, he could be sending us there, by ourselves, to hunt this thing." Sam argues. "Who cares! If he wants us there, it's good enough for me!" I yell. "This doesn't strike you as weird? The texting? The coordinates? Ana's vision?" Sam asks. "Sam! Dads telling us to go somewhere, we're going." I say and he sighs.