Lucifer's Feelings Are Out Of Control

2: The Case, A Mysterious Story, and FBI Agents

(So, what do you y'all think of this so far? I know it's only been one chapter but I can promise you it gets much better. Enjoy/comment cause I love that! Until later...)

"Well this place isn't creepy at all." Dean sarcastically mutters as the Impala pulls up to a psychiatric hospital for children. (not as weird as it sounds promise) Dean turns off the car and looks over at his brother. Sam shrugs slightly and gets out of the car.

"That's cause it's cloudy out, Dean."

"Still creepy." Sam rolls his eyes as they walk up to the front doors of the hospital. At the front desk inside, there was a nurse standing there already.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" The nurse looks up at them and smiles slightly.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm Agent Smith and this is my partner Agent Wesson. (*shrugs*) We're with the FBI and are here to ask a few questions."

"Um okay. Let me go get Doctor Roland for you." Sam nods and Dean glances around the room. After a couple of minutes of waiting, Dr. Roland walks into the room from down the hall. She sighs heavily before putting a smile on her tired face.

"Dr. Roland?" Dean asks and she nods.

"Yes, I am. How are you?"

"We're fine. You seem tired." Sam smiles and Roland sighs while closing her eyes slightly.

"Yeah well, some patients aren't exactly easy to handle. How can I help you?"

"We're here to ask a few questions." Dean replies and Roland nods.

"Follow me." Roland walks off towards an empty hallway before stopping.

"All right. You can start."

"Do you have a patient by the name of Brittney Clyde?" Sam asks. Roland nods and frowns.

"Why are you asking about her?"

"The case on the murder of her family is still open and they needed more help." Dean answers and Roland nods.

"So FBI."

"Yes. Is it possible for us to talk to her? Get her side of the story?" Sam asks and Roland merely scoffs.

"Good luck getting her to talk about what happened. I spend 2 whole hours a day asking her about what happened and only get a total of five, incomplete statements out of her. Except this morning." Roland shakes her head and rubs her hands over her face.

"She's supposedly resting. Brittney hardly gets any sleep, barely eats, and rarely speaks." Sam and Dean glance at each other.

"What else can you tell us about her?" Sam asks and Roland shrugs.

"She doesn't sleep mostly because of the nightmares. They wake her up and keep her up. And now, she's too scared to go to sleep. She hasn't even been here all that long."

"Not quite two weeks yet. Am I right?" Dean asks and Roland nods.

"But she has said something, correct?"

"Yeah. Well, sort of. She's only ever talked about her life prior to the shooting. And then the actually like ten minutes it took for the actual shooting. Her nightmares she most definitely doesn't talk about."

"Thank you." Sam smiles.

"It's not enough, is it?" Sam sheepishly nods his head. Roland sighs and looks around them at something.

"Nurse Jones! What was that?" Roland shouts at a nurse running down the hall. Sam and Dean look at each other, confused.

"She ran out of her room and to her window again. Don't know why, I didn't hear any screaming." The nurse replies and Roland sighs.

"Well, gentlemen, today's your lucky day. You can speak with Brittney. Just wait here." Roland walks out of the hallway and turns the corner, disappearing from sight.

"Okay, so, what are you thinking?" Sam shrugs and Dean rolls his eyes.

"Come on, Sammy, surely you have something." Sam shrugs again.

"This is weird. Even for a demon."

"Yeah, and Crowley isn't answering our calls. Something's up."

"I agree." Sam mutters and Dean sighs. Roland walks back up to them and smiles slightly.

"So, she's a bit out of sorts. By that I mean something is different with her right now. Just be careful with what you say and be nice as possible. She gets nervous easily." Sam nods and smiles. Dean nods curtly before they turn the corner and walk in the direction Roland pointed them in.

"Are you Brittney Clyde?" Sam asks, walking up to one of the window seats in the large room. Brittney looks over at them blankly, blue eyes lighting up with the sun shining through the leaves outside. She nods softly and looks back out the window.

"Is it all right if we ask a few questions about what happened to you?" She nods her head again, not looking at them. Sam and Dean glance at each other before continuing.

"What did you notice about the man that did this right away?" Sam asks. Brittney looks over at them, slightly scared.

"Blue eyes. Not like mine. Completely blue. Creepy looking." She mutters.

"He had blue eyes?" She nods, tears forming. Brittney leans forward. Sam and Dean, slightly confused, payed closer attention.

"Room got cold. Smelled bad." She whispers before sitting back in her seat. Sam nods and glances at Dean.

"Had dream. Just now." She whispers, staring out the window. A small smile was lifting the corners of her mouth.

"What was it about?"

"Angelica. Teaching me singing. Like last time. Same song." Brittney drifts off and stares out the window.

"Angelica was your sister, correct?" She nods and sighs.

"Miss her."

"I'm sorry about your family." Brittney looks at him and nods.

"Blue eyes took me. Don't know why." Brittney mutters. She suddenly looks at them, wide eyed.

"Name. Know name he said." She whispers harshly, starting to pant. Sam shifts on his seat and swallows.

"What was it?"

"Crowley. Blue eyes had friends. They had black eyes. Mean." She pants and Dean furrows his brow slightly.

"What did he say about Crowley?"

"Keep her away from him. Crowley bad" She whispers, eyes filling with tears.

"What else?" Sam asks.

"Nothing. Remember being on a road. Got hit." Brittney whispers. Sam nods and they get up to leave.

"Thank you Brittney." They nod at her and start to walk off, but she tugs gently at Sam's sleeve. He turns around and leans closer to her.

"Blue eyes said more. War breaks out. Takes all. But gives something. When the right love is found." Brittney whispers harshly and Sam furrows his brow in confusion.

"What does that mean?"

"Don't know. But find it. The right love. For the darkest." She hisses before suddenly slipping past them and rushing down a hallway. Back outside by the Impala, Dean turns to Sam.

"What did she whisper to you?" Dean asks, leaning against the car and looking at Sam.

"Basically the demon said something about war breaks out and takes all. But it also gives something when the right love is found. The right love for the darkest." Sam says, shrugging.

"What the hell does that mean?"

(I hope you enjoyed that. Sorry it was mostly talking but I has an idea. Trust me. But yeah, that little saying of finding the right love for the darkest..... *winks* Next chapter will be lots of fun and then not lots of fun at the same time. And it'll be super long but bare with me. *grins* I hope you love this story as much as I am right now at some point. Now I'm gonna go. Let me know what you think so far. Until later...)