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They walk down the halls of the asylum, Dean frowns as he looks at Sammy, who was still shaking.
Dean: Sammy?
Sammy:..........
Dean: Are you ok?
Sammy: ya, i’m ok, i just……….i’m just trying to focus, we still got a ghost to kill, or whatever he is, and we have to find out what to do........
Dean: ya, we’re not done yet, we still got to find him and end this, we don’t even know what he really is at all.
Sammy: Then lead the way…….
They get deeper into the asylum and walk around the area, they could feel the air becoming more and more cold, Dean quickly closes Sammy’s jacket, as Sammy just gives him a look and huffs in frustration.
Sammy: I can take care of myself, you know.
Dean: I'm just going to make sure you’re ok, don’t worry, but it’s getting dark as hell, so I'll get my lighter out.
Then he gets his lighter out and flicks it on.
Dean: now-
Then they freeze when the light of the fire from the lighter is reflecting off of something, Dean and Sammy stare at the figure that was in front of them, there were a bunch of spirits that were bunched up together, they looked like a horror mess, and then they see where the light was coming from, they leaped at them.
Sammy: oh sh-
Then one of the ghosts flies onto Sammy’s face as he screams, he tries to get the ghost off of his face.
Dean: Sammy!
Sammy: What the hell?! Get off of my face!
The ghost hisses before jumping off.
Sammy: the fuck…….
Dean: Sammy, are you ok?
Sammy: does it look like i’m-
Then he freezes.
Dean: Sammy, what are-’also freezes’
Then they see the man in white, he’s wearing fully white as he slowly walks towards them, Dean glares at him while Sammy is silent.
Man: You've been busy…….
Dean: Well, the party’s over’grabs his gun and starts shooting at him out of anger’this is for terrifying my brother you piece of shit!
Sammy: De-
Then the man laughs as they see the bullets in the wall, Dean curses under his breath, and realizes they would only work for an annoyance or a distraction, and if anything, he might have actually pissed off the ghost more.
Man: you can’t shoot a memory.
Then he raises his hand and slams Dean against the wall, Dean coughs a bit of blood as he hits the wall, he falls onto the ground as he holds his chest, he wheezes a bit as he wipes some blood off his mouth.
Sammy: Dean!
Then the man grabs Sammy’s neck and lifts him up, Sammy chokes and tries to get the man in white to let him go, Dean tries to run over them, but the man in white throws a cabinet at Dean, who hits the wall as blood drips down from his head, Dean holds his head as blood slowly drips down.
Sammy: De-
Then he screams as the man in white punches him in the stomach, he coughs up blood as he feels tears streaming down his face, he is shaking as the man continues to punch him in the stomach.
Sammy:’screams as blood drips out of his mouth’
Then he gets thrown into the wall.
Sammy:’shaking as he slowly looks up’
Dean:’grabs a pipe and throws it at the desk, causing the items on the desk to break and hit the ground’
Man:’confused and slowly looks behind him’what-
Then he sees an old picture fall down and picks it up, he sees himself, a doctor, with his patients.
Man:........they’re all gone, you know.
Dean:’helps Sammy up’who?
Man: all of my patients, the director couldn’t handle them anymore, even if they were making such good progress, so he had them sent away, and lied, saying they were in a better place, i guess you can call heaven or hell that.
Dean: And you blame yourself.
Man: every single day.
Sammy:’holding his throat’
Man: the director had his own brother help him, when i saw you two, you reminded me of them, and how much i wanted to end them, they let my patients starve in those rooms and made them think that i didn’t care about them! How could they do that to me?! How could they do that to my patients?!
Dean: Doesn't mean you can hurt us.
Man: and they shouldn’t have hurt them! But……….i guess you two can go, just……..how can i leave and go see my patients?
Dean: where are your remains?
Man: around the place, they spread it around.
Dean: Then I got a plan.
Then they slowly walked out of the asylum as Dean started to pour some gasoline around the asylum, and once it spread, Dean lit his lighter and dropped it on the gasoline, and in minutes, they watched as the asylum burned down.
Sammy:..........
Dean: You want to say something?
Sammy: We probably thought we were going to hurt the ghosts, and we almost did, but then he almost killed us, and locked me in a room.
Dean: And thinking about what he said, I kinda understand.
Sammy: but-
Dean: But I'm still pissed at him for what happened.
Sammy: ya, i’m not surprised about that………i think i broke a rib or something, it’s a bit hard to breathe right now and i did get slammed into a wall.
Dean: Let's go to the hospital.
Sammy: ya, and i got a cover story for when we arrived, we were exploring and i fell, and broke, or cracked one of my ribs.
Dean: Let me put some more dirt on your clothes.
Sammy: right, to make it look more believable.
Then Dean puts some dirt on his own clothes.
Dean: Come on, let’s go, and I promise to get you a treat for all the shit you went through today, and sorry.
Sammy: It's ok, and you should get checked out too.
Dean: no.
Sammy: Dean!
Dean: fine, i’ll go with you and say i got hurt while trying to help you into the impala, you're pretty tall and heavy so it would make sense to normal people, let’s just go before you probably die from a lack of oxygen.
Sammy: You mean we?
Dean: nope, i mean you.
Sammy: DEAN!
Dean: ‘chuckles getting in the impala’ Come on get in, bitch.
Sammy: ‘Scoffs half-playfully’ Jerk.
‘As they drive off Dean looks at Sam’
Dean: Is a man in white stronger than a woman in white, or have spirits just gotten so much tougher? These things used to be so easy.
Sammy: I know right? We haven’t had this much trouble with simple spirits since we were….since we were looking for dad.
Dean: That feels like so long ago now…
Sammy: And yet, we always beat them.
Dean: …Eventually.
Sammy: Yeah, demons can be pretty tough to beat, but hey; stopped angels, demons, and Chuck himself. What’s worse to face?
Dean: Don’t jinx us, Sammy. I know some new threat will show up.