The Other Winchester {ON HOLD}

Chapter Thirty-Five: Another Round

Sam finally came out of the office and sat in the back.

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

"Just the hospital, you know." Sam said, avoiding our eyes in the process.

"And...?"

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

"Sound like a blast." I chuckle.

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

"So the patients took over the asylum?" Dean asked.

"Apparently."

"Any deaths?" I ask.

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

"Never found?" I ask, not fully understanding.

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

"That's grim." Dean commented as he started the car.

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

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

"And a bunch of angry spirits." I add.

"Good times. Let's check out the hospital tonight." Dean said and we drove to the motel. Once we got there, Sam went straight for a shower. I guess that appointment, really got to him. Dean groaned and laid on the bed for some shut eye, and Hunter was asleep on the couch. This was my chance.

I walk over to where Dean put his jacket and go into his pockets. I wrap my fingers around the leather cover and pull out the journal. I look and both boys were still unaware. I head outside, and close the door quietly. I sit on the hood of the Impala and open the journal. Dad's handwriting was messy but legible. He had diagrams and drawings explaining the monsters. Then I turn the page and read the date.

June 15, 1987

That date was always apart of my dad's life. That day he would spend his whole day with me. I never knew why, but today I would find out. I was about to read on before a door slammed. I look up and there is pissed off Dean.

"What are you doing?!" He shouts. He walks over and rips the journal out of my hands. "I told you no, and you did it anyway!"

"I'm not a child Dean, Its my dad too. I want to read it!" I snap.

"I don't care! I am supposed to take care of you! You have to listen to me!"

"No I don't! I am 21 Dean. I don't need a damn babysitter!"

"ENOUGH!" We both turn and there is Sam, with Hunter at his side. "Kat, trust me. Do not read the journal. You don't want to know and Dean, stop snapping at her. I get your irritated at me, but don't take it out on her. Don't be Dad." We both froze. I have never heard Sam take charge like that.

"Look at Sam, he is right Dean. I am sorry for sneaking the Journal away. I just want to read it and hear Dad's voice in my head." I said to Dee softly. Dean sighs and drags his hand down his face. He pulls me in for a hug.

"Alright, just don't do that again." He huffs. He was such a softy.

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Night fell and we were back at the Asylum. Sam had a video camera in his hand while Dean had the EMF reader and flashlight. I had my Shotgun loaded with Rock Salt Shells. Sam opened the door and we slowly made our way down.

"Getting readings?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, big time." Dean responed. The lights were bright red and shining.

"This place is orbing like crazy." 

"Probably multiple spirits out and about." Dean pointed out.

"And if these uncovered bodies are causing the haunting..." Sam started.

"We gotta find 'em and burn 'em. 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."

"Comforting guys." I tell them, they both smirk and we continue looking for these asshats. We all split into different rooms. Dean took the left, Sam took right and I took the hallway.

"DEAN!" I hear Sam yell. I heard Dean run over and a shot go off. They must be okay. Then an arm pulls me away and covers my mouth. The hand is damaged and flesh is pealing off. I start to lose focus and my eyes fall closed.

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I wake up in a small room. It is filled with papers and filing cabinets. The door has furniture barred against it. Not sure was beyond the door, I leave it. Then something pushes against the door. It does it again and again. I hold my shotgun and point it towards the door. It comes barreling in and a light blinds me.

"Kat?" I blink and its Dean. He runs and hugs me tight. "We thought we lost you."

"Nine lives Dean." I whisper. Dean releases his grip. "Where is Sam?"

"With some people we saved."He said then looked around the room. He shines his light on the wall and I look at it. It was a loose panel. We both pull on the panel and it pops off. We find a satchel filled with papers. "This is why I get paid the big bucks." Dean comments at his find.

"Definitely." I chuckle. He opens up the satchel. Inside was a journal, with medical notes and drawings. Dean pulled a chair out. 

"Well all work and no play makes Dr. Ellicott a very dull boy." Dean groaned. I chuckled, but a large bang came from the hallway making us both jump. "Come on, lets look for Sam."