Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 1

Asylum- Part 4

"Sammy? Sam, you down here? Sam? Sam!" Dean tried calling. You tried calling his name too but no word came from the younger sibling. You were about to call his name again but let out a loud yelp when you saw Sam standing in front of you. Dean raised his shotgun because you yelped but saw his brother instead of a ghost.

"Man, answer me when I'm calling you! You alright?" Dean sighed.

"Yeah. I'm fine." You narrowed your eyes at Sam, noticing something off immediately.

"You know it wasn't me who called your cell, right?"

"Yeah, I know. I think something lured me down here." Sam said without emotion. You couldn't put your finger on it but something wasn't right. Maybe it was woman's intuition or a natural gut reaction.

"I think I know who. Dr. Ellicott. That's what the spirits have been trying to tell us. You haven't seen him, have you?" Dean asked.

"No. How do you know it was him?" Sam feigned innocence.

"Because Y/N and I found his log book. Apparently, he was experimenting on his patients, awful stuff. Makes lobotomies look like a couple aspirin." Dean scoffed. Dean walked around him, looking at the walls and into the different rooms.

"But it was the patients who rioted," Sam stated.

"They were rioting against Dr. Ellicott. Dr. Feelgood was working on some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy. He thought that if he could get his patients to vent their anger then they would be cured of it. Instead, it only made them worse and worse and angrier and angrier. So, I'm thinking, what if his spirit is doing the same thing? To the cop? To the kids in the seventies, making them so angry they become homicidal.... Come on, we gotta find his bones and torch them." Dean said, trying another door, smiling when it opened.

"How? The police never found his body." Sam asked, confused.

"The log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere where he'd work on his patients. So, if I was a patient I'd drag his ass down here, do a little work on it myself." Dean shrugged, shining his flashlight inside and nodded for Sam to follow. You followed Dean but gave one, hard look at Sam before walking inside, looking in the small room.

"I told you I looked everywhere. I didn't find a hidden room." You looked at Sam, your eyes still narrowed. He never said anything about a hidden room.

"Well, that's why they call it hidden..." Dean chuckled. You looked around when you heard wind come into the room. That wouldn't be able to happen, not if there was another door in here.

"You hear that?" You asked, seeing Dean walk closer to a wall.

"What?" Sam scoffed.

"There's a door here," Dean said, crouching down to feel if there was wind there. You looked over at Sam to see him raise his gun and point it at Dean.

"Sam." Your eyes widened.

"Dean," Sam said, a trickle of blood ran out of his nose, staining his lips. "Step back from the door." Dean turned around to see his brother point a gun at him. He got up slowly and put his hand out. You were frozen, not knowing what would set off Sam. You knew something was wrong with him.

"Sam put the gun down," Dean said, slowly.

"Is that an order?" Sam said in a cold voice.

"Dean, don't patronize him." You said softly, looking at Sam who ignored you.

"Nah, it's more of a friendly request," Dean said. If he heard you, he made no move to respond to you.

"Because I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders," Sam said, raising the gun to Dean's chest.