"What's going on," I shout, running toward all the commotion.
"She's inside with one of them," Dean answers.
"Kat," Gavin shouts.
"Get me out of here!"
"Kat, it's not gonna hurt you. Listen to me, you have to face it. You have to calm down," Sam shouts.
"She's got to what," Dean says.
"I have to what?"
"They're spirits. They're not trying to hurt us. They're trying to communicate. You've got to listen to it. You've got to face it," I say.
"You face it."
"It's the only way you're gonna get out of there," I sigh.
"No."
"Just look at it. That's all. Come on. You can do it," Sam says.
It goes silent. "Kat," Gavin questions.
"I hope you two are right about this," Dean says.
"Yeah, me, too," I admit. The door finally unlocks, and Kat pushes it open.
"Oh, Kat," Gavin sighs, as she walks toward him. We look into the room when she speaks.
"137."
"Sorry?"
"It whispered in my ear "137"," she says.
"Room number," I say, looking at Sam and Dean.
"So if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone--"
"Then what are they trying to do?"
"Maybe that's what they've been trying to tell us," I sigh.
"I guess we'll find out. So, now, you guys ready to leave this place," Dean questions them.
"That's an understatement."
"Okay, Dean, we'll get 'em out of you. You look for room 137," I say.
~ ~ ~
"So, how do you guys know about all this ghost stuff," Kat asks.
"It's kind of our job," Sam answers.
"Why would anyone want a job like that?" Sam chuckles.
"I had a crappy guidance counselor."
"And Dean? He's your boss?"
Sam glances at me, before we look down at her. "No," we shake our heads.
We finally make it to an outer door, and Sam tries to open it, but it doesn't budge. "All right. I think we have a small problem."
"Let's break it down," Gavin says.
"I don't think that's gonna work."
"Then a window."
"They're barred," Kat points out.
"Well, how are we supposed to get out?"
"That's the point. We're not. There's something in here. It doesn't want us to leave," I say.
"Those patients," Kat says.
"No. Something else," Sam shakes his head.
"All right, we just need to stay calm. You two stay right here. We'll look for another way out," I sigh.
Sam and I split off from them, searching the corridors for another way out.
After searching, we meet back up with them. "All right, we've looked everywhere. There's no other way out," Sam says.
"What the hell are we gonna do?"
"For starters, we're not gonna panic," I sigh.
"Why the hell not?" Sam's phone rings, and he immediately answers it. "Hey. Where are you? I'm on my way," he says, hanging up the phone. "Can either of you handle a shotgun?"
"W-W-What?! No," Gavin scoffs.
"I can," Kat admits. "My dad took me skeet shooting a couple times."
"All right, here. It's loaded with rock salt. Now, it might not kill a spirit, but it will repel it, so if you see something, shoot," Sam says.
"Okay."
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One More Time
Fanfiction"Please," Sam says. I look up at him, our eyes meeting. "Just one more time, that's all we're asking for." "One more time," I say, glancing between them. "One more time," Dean nods. "Okay."
