Haunted {Dean Winchester 1}

Chapter 28

Asylum

I follow behind Dean as we walk into another room filled with different 'medical' devices that looked more like torture ones to me, but, you know, what else can you expect? Dean shoved the EMF detector back in his jacket as we walked further into the room. 

"Man," Dean muttered, "electroshock, lobotomies, they did some twisted stuff to these people. Kind of like my man Jack in Cuckoo's Nest."

"You are such a dork." I pat his back as I walk by him.

When Sam ignored his reference, his smile dropped. "So, what do you think? Ghosts possessing people?" 

"Maybe." Sam shrugged. "Or maybe it's more like Amityville. Or the Smurl haunting." 

"Yeah, driving 'em insane. Kind of like my man Jack in the Shining." Dean smiled again.

"Dean, what is up with you and Jack Nicholson?" I asked. "Because, frankly, it's driving me insane."

"Oh, whatever." Dean waved his hand at me.

"Dean, when are we gonna talk about it?" Sam asked.

"Talk about what?"

"About the fact that dad's not here."

"Oh, uh, let's see, never."

I scoffed a little. "Wow, wonderful time to set up a discussion, Dean-o." 

"I'm being serious, man." Sam says.

"So am I, Sam." Dean replied. "Look, he sent us here, he obviously wants us here. We'll just have to pick apart the search later." 

"It doesn't matter what he wants."

"See? That attitude right there, that is why I always got the extra cookie." 

"Hey, so, can we, like, maybe not make every single interaction extremely uncomfortable for me?" I suggested. 

"Dad could be in trouble. We should be looking for him." Sam stated.

"No? Okay. Thanks for the respect, guys. I really appreciate it." 

"We deserve some answers, Dean. I mean, this is our family we're talking about." Sam continued.

"I understand that, Sam." Dean replied. "But he's given us an order."

"So, what, we gotta always follow dad's orders?"

"Of course we do." Dean turned, wandering through the room.

"Wow, awkward." I muttered. 

"Do you have a filter?" Sam asked, turning to me.

"Sam." Dean says, a warning in his voice. 

"Jeez, Grumpy, don't snap at me." I held my hands up in the air as if I were surrendering. "And I've been told I don't have a filter, no." 

"Sanford Ellicot." I hear Dean mutter as he holds up a plaque. "I know what we gotta do, we gotta find out more about the south wing. See if something happened here."

Dean turned, handing Sam the plaque before setting his hand on my waist and leading me out of the room.

"Is bad that people say I don't have a filter?" I asked Dean quietly.

He shook his head. "I personally like that about you. I mean, you say whatever comes to your mind, but you're still the most empathetic and kind person I've ever met." 

I smiled a little. "Well, don't you know how to flatter a woman?"

"Damn straight I do." 

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