Fractured

Searching for Gavin

Two hours later, Dean and I were showered and fully clothed again cuddling watching the Golden Girls on the small cheap tv. A knock sounded from the door, and I got up to answer it.

"Sam," I said confused, "Why did you knock?"

Sam smirked and said, "I wasn't sure if I'd be walking into anything."A deep blush made its way to my face, and I coughed awkwardly. Sam laughed as he pushed past me into the room.

"What did you find out," Dean asked curiously from his spot on the bed.

"Well, turns out the south wing is where they kept all the hard core patients. The psychotics, criminally insane, and one night in 1964 they rioted." Sam explained.

"That sounds fun," I mumbled sarcastically.

"Yeah, they attacked staff, they attacked each other," Sam finished.

"So what, the patients took over the asylum," Dean questioned as I made my way back over to the bed, sitting at the end of it.

"Apparently," Sam answered.

"Were there any deaths," I asked.

"Some patients, some staff. Apparently, it was really gory, and some of the bodies were never recovered. Including, our chief of staff, Ellicott," Sam answered me.

"What do you mean never recovered," Dean asked, moving to sit at the edge of the bed next to me, taking my hand in his.

Sam smirked but answered, "Cops searched every inch of the place, but the patient's must have stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden."

"That's grim," I stated.

"Yeah, so they transferred all the surviving patients, and shut down the asylum for good," Sam said, finishing his explanation on the asylum.

"So we got a whole bunch of angry spirits roaming that hospital," I pointed out.

"Perfect," Dean said sarcastically, "Let's go check out the hospital tonight.

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After agreeing to sleep for a few hours, we made our way to the asylum for the second time today. An eerie feeling caused a shiver to crawl up my spine as we entered the dark hospital. We all held flashlights, trying not to trip over anything.

We made our way to the south wing entrance and before we walked through the creepy door Dean grabbed my hand and said, "If you start... feeling weird or anything, you let me know."

Sam looked at us confused as I said, "Okay," squeezing Dean's hand.

"Are you getting readings," Sam asked Dean, who was holding the EMF reader which was lighting up like a glowstick.

"Oh, yeah," he replied.

"This place is orbing like crazy," Sam pointed out, looking through a camera.

A shiver went through my body, and I suddenly felt dizzy. Damn there are a lot of spirits here.

"There are a lot of spirits here," I mumbled. Dean squeezed my hand for reassurance. "I'm okay," I reassured him.

"If these bodies that weren't recovered are the spirits, we need to find them and burn them," Sam stated next to us.

"Just be careful. The only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit is the spirit of a pissed off psycho serial killer," Dean warned protectively.

As we were walking slowly forward, another wave of dizziness washed through me, and I quickly turned around. I gasped loudly as I saw a woman walk behind us into another hallway.