Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 1

Asylum- Part 2

You were glad it was daytime; it made the asylum less creepy with rays of sunshine peeking in. The place was filled with graffiti, not a single spot was left untouched by paint. It was dirty and messy like it hadn't been used in a while. You hoped that you didn't have to come here at night because places like these freaked you out. And you call yourself a Hunter. Get a grip, Y/N!

"So, apparently, the cops chased the kids here.... into the south wing." Sam pointed to a sign above two doors that said 'South Wing'.

"South wing, huh? Wait a second," Dean said, getting out his dad's journal from inside his jacket. That man could hide anything in that jacket and get away with it. He flipped some pages and started to read. "1972. Three kids broke into the south wing, only one survived. The way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place."

"So, whatever's going on, the south wing is the heart of it." You said, looking at the doors that had chains on the handles but they looked broken.

"But if the kids are doing some damage to the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?" Dean wondered.

"Looks like the doors are usually chained. Could've been chained up for years." You pointed out, pointing to the chains.

"Yeah, to keep people out. Or to keep something in." Dean said, looking at his brother.

"Great, the ghosts of psychopaths. Nothing creepier than that," You sighed, watching as Sam pushed the door open slowly. "No, Sam, don't do that." You groaned when both boys walked through the opening. You had no choice but to follow. There was no way in hell you were staying by yourself.

You walked down the crowded halls with the boys, looking at the chairs and desks that filled the empty spots. You didn't like this the more you walked in.

"Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel." Dean joked with his brother.

"Dude, enough." Sam sighed, looking at Dean.

"Yeah, Dean, leave him alone." You smiled at Sam, walking next to him.

"I'm serious. You gotta be careful, alright? Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got going on." Dean looked down at the EMF meter he pulled out.

"I told you, it's not ESP! I just have strange vibes sometimes and weird dreams." Sam tried to explain it away.

"You get any reading on that thing?" You asked Dean, looking at the device.

"Nope. Of course, it doesn't mean no one's home."

"Spirits can't appear during certain hours of the day," Sam said.

"Yeah, the freaks come out at night." Dean chuckled.

"That's awesome." You said in a deadpan tone. You were kind of hoping that you didn't have to come here at night.

"Yeah." Sam sighed.

"Hey, Sam, who do you think is the hotter psychic: Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?" Dean teased his brother. Sam scoffed and pushed his brother out of the way and you couldn't help but smile. You loved these two and sometimes, you wish you had a sibling to bicker with.

You continued to walk down the hall until Dean and Sam decided to check out a more lit up room. You walked in and you did a scan around the room. Inside were tables, dust, chairs, medical equipment, stuff that didn't belong there, and containers with things inside you didn't want to know.

"This is why I don't come to asylums." You said, looking at the containers more closely.

"Man. Electro-shock and lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kind of like my man Jack in Cuckoo's Nest." Dean's eyes widened and he looked at Sam who ignored him. He looked at you and you stifled a smile. Dean was so adorable and he didn't even know it.