Tigers Are Awfully Protective...

Asylum

The Winchesters didn't see the tiger again for a while; the feeling that something was watching them, however, didn't go away. Sam managed to convince Dean not to go after it. They had other things to worry about and the creature didn't seem to be after them. They speculated on what it could be and settled on a werecat with no answer surfacing on why one would be following them. And not dropping bodies. In the meantime, news of a case found them from Rockford, Illinois.

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Sasha's gashes were healing nicely despite having been dragged to Illinois by the Winchesters. Well, not dragged but it wasn't like Sasha could abandon her silent stalking of the boys and let them get themselves killed without them giving her answers. Unfortunately, she had to cancel her rent on the tiny apartment in Colorado and pick up her whole life, which now consisted of one bag, to follow them there.

This time, they were in Illinois and rather than hitching a ride with a stranger and asking them to follow the black impala, Sasha decided to hot wire herself a small pick-up truck. She was sure to maintain a very far distance behind them and her and whenever she lost them at a fork in the road, she followed her gut. Sasha knew that this was stupid but wasn't surprised when she would find them again. She somehow had a connection to them and it had obviously led her where she was now.

The drive gave her a lot of time to think. Think about why she was doing this. What she was leaving behind. The truth was, she wasn't leaving too much behind. Colorado was nice, and the large woodland areas gave her a nice outlet, but it wouldn't have been long before she would feel the need to pick up and go anyway. Following a pair of hunters probably wasn't the best idea, but getting answers would help her solve this and go about her merry way.

Sasha wasn't surprised when their final destination turned out to be a crappy motel. In her truck, she cruised by the parking lot where the impala sat in front of a room and instead chose a neighboring motel that looked a little less shady. Sasha quickly grabbed a room and stayed on the Winchester's heels.

Sasha tailed the boys to a local bar, where she enjoyed a beer and nachos in the back before again following them out at a safe enough distance. From the bits of conversation she caught while one of the boys spoke to an off duty police officer, Sasha discovered that they were interested in a local asylum that had been shut down a few years ago.

Sasha debated confronting these two guys, but each time the thought came around, it was followed by the instinctive idea that she should stay away from hunters. So Sasha shamelessly stalked them in hopes of gathering answers.

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Sasha secretly cursed the Winchesters out. They were hunters. They know what they are getting themselves into. But Sasha needed them alive to get answers out of them, and having them put themselves in danger was going to make that much harder, just like in Colorado.

It wasn't enough that they were going to one of the most haunted places in Illinois. They were going at night. Sasha's lip curled in frustrated anger but she knew exactly how to vent that. As the sun went down, Sasha shifted into her feline form. She'd take a few back roads and hopefully beat the boys to the asylum.

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Sasha crept through the halls of the dark asylum, careful to not cut her paws on the glass scattered on the ground. It was dark inside and it looked as if whoever abandoned the place, left in a hurry; wheel chairs had been discarded like the patients themselves had taken to running out of the facility. Food carts and the likes sat as if a nurse would be by any minute to pick up their abandoned task. The wallpaper was peeling everywhere, there was the occasional broken window, and a layer of grim covered the entire place.