Aired on Tuesday, November 22, 2005, on The CW
Roosevelt Asylum, Rockford, IL - A huge, frightening-looking building, filled with bottles and other trash and covered with graffiti, is broken into by unseen trespassers who use bolt cutters to snap off the chain padlocking the door.
Two cops come to the gate, one saying they should tear this place down. "What is it, anyway?" asks his partner. I forgot, you're not a local, the first cop says--every town has its legends; ours is Roosevelt Asylum--they say it's haunted by the ghosts... read more Roosevelt Asylum, Rockford, IL - A huge, frightening-looking building, filled with bottles and other trash and covered with graffiti, is broken into by unseen trespassers who use bolt cutters to snap off the chain padlocking the door.
Two cops come to the gate, one saying they should tear this place down. "What is it, anyway?" asks his partner. I forgot, you're not a local, the first cop says--every town has its legends; ours is Roosevelt Asylum--they say it's haunted by the ghosts of the patients--spend the night, the spirits will drive you insane. The other cop, who looks like a rookie, stares at the building. They enter, flashlights aloft, the older cop announcing, "Helooooo! Police officers! POLICE OFFICERS! Looking at the chain, he says, "You tellin' me these kids brought bolt cutters? Come on, we'll split up." The younger cop enters the boiler room (I recognize the door from "In My Time of Dying). "Hello?" he calls.
The older cop searches whatever area he's in.
"Hello?" calls the younger cop. He opens a door with a warning sign on it (something nuclear in use)?
"All right, come on out," the older cop says, shining his flashlight on the group of kids foolish enough to visit this spooky place for a fun time.
The young cop is having trouble with his flashlight, which bodes ill. He shakes it, annoyed. A door opens by itself.
The older cop sends the kids off in their fancy yellow Trans Am and gets on his radio to call his partner. "Kelly, you copy?" He turns to find Kelly standing right next to him. "Jeez, where the hell you been?" he asks, scared by the suddenness of Kelly's appearance--and the dead expression in his eyes, too, I bet. "In there," says Kelly. "Did you see anything?" asks his partner. With a nasty little chuckle, Kelly answers, "No." They climb into the police car, Kelly sitting shotgun. His partner calls in to the station. Blood drips from Kelly's nose, and he hastily wipes it away with his hand, staring strangely at it.
Later, at home, Kelly enters his bedroom. His wife lies in bed, reading. Silent, he sets his gun down on the dresser. "So, what, you're still not talking to me?" she asks. He sets his keys down next to the gun, not replying. She sits up. "Walt, I said I was sorry about before, how many times do I have to say it?" He drops his change down on the dresser, too, still quiet. He picks up his gun. We see the house from outside, hear the gunshot, see the room fill with light from his murder of his wife. From the same window, there is a second burst of light, another death, as Walt Kelly kills himself.
TitleScene 3 Info from the cop, a creepy hospital, Sam gets his head shrunk, (00:04:30 - 00:18:12) view scene
A crappy motel sign glows red, the first two letters blinking on and off. Sam sits on the bed, the phone to his ear; Dean flips through their father's journal. Sam tells Caleb the last they heard, John was in California, but Caleb hasn't heard from their father. He assures them he'll let them know if John contacts him. Sam tells Dean neither Jefferson nor Pastor Jim has heard from John. Dean reports he hasn't found any leads in John's journal, either. "I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like...
A crappy motel sign glows red, the first two letters blinking on and off. Sam sits on the bed, the phone to his ear; Dean flips through their father's journal. Sam tells Caleb the last they heard, John was in California, but Caleb hasn't heard from their father. He assures them he'll let them know if John contacts him. Sam tells Dean neither Jefferson nor Pastor Jim has heard from John. Dean reports he hasn't found any leads in John's journal, either. "I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like friggin' Yoda," Dean complains. Sam wants to call the feds, file John as a missing person, but Dean reminds him they have discussed this, and John would be pissed if they did that. After all that happened back in Kansas, Sam doesn't care anymore, "You said yourself you tried to call him and nothing." Dean, trying to find his ringing cell phone, is distracted. "He could be dead for all we know," says Sam. "Don't say that!" orders Dean--"he's not dead, he's. . . "He's what? -- hiding?" demands Sam--"busy?" Dean finally locates his cell phone and finds only the numbers 42, -89 in the window--coordinates from John!
As Dean checks out the coordinates on the computer, Sam asks if he thinks John was texting them. He's given us coordinates before, says Dean. The man can barely use a toaster, Sam reminds him. This is good news, says Dean, it means he's OK, or alive. Dean was unable to track the cell phone, but the coordinates tracked to Rockford IL. Dean checked newspapers there and found the story of cop Walter Kelly, who came home, shot his wife, then ate his gun. He and his partner had responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum, which their father had earmarked--seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths, till last week--I think this is where he wants us to go. This is a job--Dad wants us to work a job, says Sam, upset. Maybe he's there, suggests Dean. Maybe he's not, counters Sam, he could be sending us there by ourselves to hunt this thing. Who cares? asks Dean, if he wants us there, it's good enough for me. This doesn't strike you as weird?--the texting?" asks Sam--the coordinates? Sam!--Dad's tellin' us to go somewhere, we're goin', insists Dean. Sam makes a bitch face behind his brother's back and sighs unhappily.
The Impala speeds down the road, and we end up at the Old Terminal Pub, where Dean speaks with Daniel Gunderson, Kelly's partner. Gunderson morosely drinks a beer. "I'm, uh, Nigel Tufnel, with The Chicago Tribune," says Dean, "you mind if I ask you a couple questions about your partner?" Although Gunderson says he's just trying to have a beer, Dean persists--"I just want the story in your words." "A week ago, my partner was sitting in that chair," relates Gunderon, "now he's dead. You gonna ambush me here?"
"Sorry," says Dean breezily, "but I need to know what happened." Sam joins them. "Hey, buddy, how 'bout leavin' the poor guy alone, huh?" he says. He grabs Dean and pushes him into a table. "The man's an officer; why don't you show a little respect?" Dean stares at him a few seconds and decides not to pursue the matter, give the other man's size. "You didn't have to do that," says Gunderson. "Of course I did," says Sam, "that guy's a serious jerk." Gunderson nods. Sam offers to buy him a beer, Sam orders two and sits beside Gunderson, who is grateful. Sam smiles.
Sam bursts from the bar later to a waiting Dean. "You shoved me kinda hard in there, buddy boy," he complains. "I had to sell it, didn't I?" asks Sam proudly--"it's method acting." "Huh?" asks Dean. "Never mind," says Sam, and tells Dean what he learned--"Walter Kelly was a good cop, head of his class, even-keeled, had a bright future ahead of him--he and his wife had a few fights, but it was mostly smooth sailing--they were even talking about having kids." All right, so, either Kelly had some deep-seated crazy way to bust out, or somethin' else did it to him. What did Gunderson tell you about the asylum?" asks Dean. "A lot," says Sam.
Sam and Dean scale the fence into the asylum. They run upstairs, enter and look around. "So apparently, the cops chased the kids here," says Sam. He points out the South Wing. Dean checks John's journal; in 1972, three kids broke into the South Wing, only one survived. One of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place. Whatever's going on, South Wing seems like the heart of it, says Sam. But if kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths? wonders Dean. Looks like the doors are usually chained, notes Sam, coulda been chained up for years. To keep people out, says Dean, or to keep somethin' in. One door of a set of double doors opens by itself. The brothers look at each other and go in. "Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel," teases Dean. "Dude, enough," insists Sam. "Serious, you gotta be careful," says Dean, eye on his ghost meter, "ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got goin' there." "I told you," says Sam, annoyed, "it's not ESP, I just get strange vibes sometimes, weird dreams." "Don't ask, don't tell," says Dean. Sam asks if he's getting any readings on that thing, but Dean isn't--of course it doesn't mean nobody's home. "Spirits can appear during certain hours of the day," says Sam. "And the freaks come out at night," says Dean--"hey, Sam, who do you think is a hotter psychic--Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?" (LOL, I vote for Sam!) Sam smacks Dean on the arm, hard. Dean laughs.
The brothers enter another dark, dank room in the South Wing. On tables stand jars preserving body parts, dolls, medical tools. Several other tools are scattered around the room. "Man," whistles Dean, "electroshock, lobotomies--they did some twisted stuff to these people. Kind of like my man, Jack, in CUCKOO'S NEST." Botching Nicholson's voice, he grins wickedly. Sam rolls his eyes. Deans's smile fades. "So, what do you think?" asks Dean--"ghosts are possessing people?" "Maybe," says Sam, "or maybe it's more like, uh, like Amityville or the Smurl haunting." "Yeah, spirits drivin' 'em insane," says Dean, "kind of like my man Jack in THE SHINING." Sam doesn't find this funny, either. Sam asks when Dean is going to talk about the fact that Dad isn't here. Dean suggests never. Sam is serious, he wants to discuss this. Dean reminds him that John sent them here, he obviously wants them here--"We'll pick up the search later." Sam insists it doesn't matter what Dad wants. "That attitude right there," says Dean, "that's why I always get the extra cookie." "Dad could be in trouble," Sam reminds him, "we should be looking for him--we deserve some answers, Dean, I mean, this is our family we're talkin' about." Dad gave us an order, says Dean. So we always follow Dad's orders? asks Sam. Of course we do, insists Dean. Sam shakes his head and gives Dean a bitch face. Dean finds a sign that says "Sanford Ellicott." He shoves it against Sam and says they have to find out more about the South Wing, see if something happened there. Sam looks at the metal name plate; Ellicott was Chief of Staff.
Sam sits in the waiting room of Dr. James Ellicott, a doctor in clinical psychiatry. The doctor calls him in, and Sam thanks him for seeing him at the last minute. Sam sits down in the couch and immediately asks about Sanford Ellicott. Turns out the latter was James' father, Chief of Staff at the old Roosevelt Asylum. He asks how Sam knew. "Sort of a local history buff," says Sam--"wasn't there an incident in the South Wing?" The doctor reminds him they're on Sam's dollar-- "We're here to talk about you." "Sure," says Sam, who tells him "things are good, same old, just been on a road trip with my brother." "That fun?" asks Dr. Ellicott. "Loads," answers Sam, pasting on a fake smile, "we met a lot of interesting people, did a lot of interesting things, uhh, what was it, exactly, that happened in the South Wing, I forget. . ." "If you're a local history buff, then you know all about the Roosevelt riot," says the doc. "The riot," repeats Sam, "no I'm just curious. . ." "Sam, let's cut the bull, shall we?" says the doctor, leaning forward--"you're avoiding the subject--you--now I'll make you a deal--I'll tell you all about the Roosevelt riot if you tell me something honest about yourself, like this brother you're road- tripping with--how do you feel about him?" Sam looks as if he has no idea how he's going to answer THAT.
Sam exits the Medical Center, where Dean's been waiting for him. "Dude, you've been in there forever," complains Dean, "what were you talkin' about?" "Just the hospital, you know," says Sam, "and the South Wing was where they stored the real hard cases, the psychotics, the criminally insane--and one night in '64, they rioted--attacked staff, attacked each other." "So the patients took over the asylum?" asks Dean. "Apparently," replies Sam. "Any deaths?" asks Dean. "Some patients," answers Sam, "staff, I guess it was pretty gory, some of the bodies were never even recovered--including our Chief of Staff, Ellicott--cops scoured every inch of the place, but I guess the patients stuffed the body somewhere hidden." "That's grim," remarks Dean. "So, they transferred all the surviving patients and shut down the hospital," finishes Sam. "So we got violent deaths and unrecovered bodies," says Dean. "And a bunch of angry spirits," says Sam. "Oh, good times," says Dean, "let's check out the hospital tonight. They get into the car.
Asylum - Two kids enter, both carrying flashlights. The boy, walking ahead of the girl, calls the place creepy but terrifying. She thought they were going to a movie. This is better, he says, it's like we're in a movie. I can't believe you call this a date, she says. Come on, he urges, let's look around. He yells, "What's that?" She swirls around, close to a heart attack, but he's just kidding around, and she, understandably, punches him in the chest. He spies a door he wants to open, but she doesn't, she wants to go. He tells her to wait here, he'll take a look. He leaves his backpack with her and promises nothing will get her. She watches him go, annoyed, and crosses her arms over her chest. The door closes after the stupid kid, which makes him smile with anticipation. His flashlight begins to gutter and go out. He shakes and taps it. "Damn it," he mutters, stuffing the flashlight in his pocket. Now in the dark, he sees the outline of what looks like the girl he brought. "Hey, sweetie, couldn't take it, huh?" he asks, and he's delighted when she comes closer, slides her arms around his neck and gives him a long, hot smooch. Then he hears her calling: "Gavin, where are you?" Gasping in horror, he pushes away the thing he'd been kissing and looks down into the face of a hideously deformed ghost.
Asylum - One of the double doors opens by itself to welcome Sam and Dean inside. Dean, his EMF already making lots of noise and flashing, sends Sam in ahead of him; Sam holds a flashlight and a video recorder. They walk down the dark, graffiti-covered hall. Sam asks if he's getting readings, and he is: "Big time," says Dean. "This place is orbing like crazy," reports Sam, staring into the video recorder's screen, which shows round blobs of white light indicating ghosts. "Probably multiple spirit...
Asylum - One of the double doors opens by itself to welcome Sam and Dean inside. Dean, his EMF already making lots of noise and flashing, sends Sam in ahead of him; Sam holds a flashlight and a video recorder. They walk down the dark, graffiti-covered hall. Sam asks if he's getting readings, and he is: "Big time," says Dean. "This place is orbing like crazy," reports Sam, staring into the video recorder's screen, which shows round blobs of white light indicating ghosts. "Probably multiple spirits out and about," says Dean. "If these unrecovered bodies are causing the haunting. . ." says Sam. "We've gotta find 'em and burn 'em," says Dean, "just be careful, though. The only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed-off spirit is the pissed-off spirit of a psycho killer." A spirit walks behind them, but when they turn around, she's gone; they only feel her presence. After they leave the room, the camera pans over to the spirit of a patient, sitting in a chair, wearing a straitjacket. His eyes are bloodshot; his head jerks and twists in a violent, unsettling manner.
In another area of the asylum, the brothers look around and Sam continues filming. He wanders around the room for a bit but sees nothing--until he is accosted by the hideous spirit of a woman with a distorted, bloody face. "Dean!" calls Sam, as she slowly begins to walk towards him. "Dean, salt gun!" His brother runs into the room. "Sam, down!" he orders. He shoots the ghost and she disappears. Sam rises, gasping. "That was weird," he says. "Yeah, you're tellin' me," agrees Dean. "I mean it was weird that she didn't attack me," says Sam. "Looked pretty aggro from where I was standing," opines Dean. "She didn't hurt me, she didn't even try," says Sam, "so if she didn't want to hurt me, what did she want?" They turn a corner and enter a room with an overturned table. Sam reaches out to carefully pull it away. Hiding behind it kneels Kat, who cowers from their flashlights. They turn them off. "It's all right, we're not gonna hurt you," promises Dean, as she slowly stands, "what's your name?" They make introductions, and she explains that her boyfriend, Gavin, brought her here. He's somewhere around; he thought it would be fun to see some ghosts. "I thought it was all just pretend," she says, sounding as if she's in shock, "I've seen things, I heard Gavin scream." Dean tells her that Sam's going to get her out of here and they will find Gavin. Kat refuses to leave without her boyfriend, "I'm coming with you." "It's no joke around here," says Dean, "It's dangerous." "That's why I've got to find him," insists Kat. Sam makes a bitch face at Dean, which convinces him to say, "All right, I guess we're gonna split up then--let's go." Sam walks alone, calling for Gavin. Beside Dean, Kat, too, calls her boyfriend's name into the echoey air. Dean asks Kat if she's seen a lot of horror movies, and when she answers yes, says, "Do me a favor. The next time you see one, pay attention. When someone says a place is haunted, don't go in." He turns around, walking ahead of her as before. A ghost walks past them on the other side of the wall in the opposite direction, unseen by them.
Sam walks into a room and finds Gavin lying on the floor. He wakes the kid, who sits up with a gasp, eyes wide. "I'm here to help," Sam assures him, introducing himself, explaining that they found his girlfriend. Sam clasps his hand and helps him up. "Is she all right?" asks Gavin anxiously. "Just worried about you," says Sam, "are you OK?" "I was running, I think I fell," explains Gavin. "Running from what?" asks Sam. Gavin describes the girl with the messed-up face. "Did she try to hurt you?" asks Sam. "No, she kissed me," confesses Gavin. Puzzled, Sam says, "But she didn't hurt you, physically?" "She KISSED me," repeats Gavin, "I'm scarred for life!" "Well, trust me, it could've been worse," says Sam, "now, do you remember anything else?" "Actually," says Gavin, "she tried to whisper something in my ear." "What?" asks Sam. "I dunno, I ran like hell," says Gavin. Sam stares at him.
Dean and Kat are searching when the flashlight goes wonky. (UH oh!) Dean shakes it, to no avail. "You son of a bitch," he says, "it's all right, I've got a lighter." He takes it from his pocket and flicks it on. "Ow, you're hurting my arm," protests Kat. Dean asks what she's talking about. They both look and see SOMETHING ELSE is holding her arm! Kat screams, but the spirit has already grabbed her and dragged her into another room and closed the door. Dean pulls on the handle, but it's locked. "KAT!" he shouts.
Kat bangs on her side of the door while Dean tugs on his. Dean starts hacking away at the door with what looks like a crowbar. Kat is surrounded by ghosts, all coming closer, but she can't see them because her back is turned.
Turning around quickly, Kat sees nothing, no one.
Dean tries to pry open the door with the crowbar. Kat finds herself face to face with a hideously deformed patient and screams. She backs into another one to escape the first and screams again. Sa... read more Kat bangs on her side of the door while Dean tugs on his. Dean starts hacking away at the door with what looks like a crowbar. Kat is surrounded by ghosts, all coming closer, but she can't see them because her back is turned.
Turning around quickly, Kat sees nothing, no one.
Dean tries to pry open the door with the crowbar. Kat finds herself face to face with a hideously deformed patient and screams. She backs into another one to escape the first and screams again. Sam and Gavin join Dean on the wrong side of the door as Kat sinks down, begging "Get me out of here!" The ghosts are homing in on her. "Kat," calls Sam, "it's not gonna hurt you, listen to me! You have to face it. You have to calm down." "She's gotta what?" asks Dean, incredulous. "I have to what?" asks Kat. "The spirits--they're not trying to hurt us, they're trying to communicate. . .you've gotta listen to it, you've gotta face it," says Sam." "YOU face it!" cries Kat. "No," says Sam, "it's the only way you're gonna get out of there." Kat refuses. "Just look at it, that's all," urges Sam, "come on, you can do it." Inside the small room, one long-haired spirit approaches Kat, who eventually turns to look at it. The spirit leans down to whisper in her ear. Outside the room, the three men wait nervously. "Kat?" calls Gavin. "Man," Dean says to Sam, "I hope you're right about this." "Me, too," agrees Sam. The door opens by itself. Kat comes out into a grateful Gavin's embrace. Sam and Dean enter the room. "It whispered in my ear '137'," reveals Kat. The brothers look at each other and say, in unison, "Room number." Sam kneels with Dean, both speculating on what these spirits are trying to do if not hurt anyone. Maybe that's what they're trying to tell us, says Sam. I guess we'll find out, says Dean. He stands and asks Kat and Gavin if they're ready to leave this place. "That's an understatement," she replies. "OK," says Dean, and to Sam, "you get 'em outta here, I'm gonna go find room 137."
Following Sam and his flashlight down the hall, Kat asks Sam, "So, how do you guys know about all this ghost stuff?" "It's kind of our job," says Sam. "Why would anyone want a job like that?" she asks. "I had a crappy guidance counselor," huffs Sam. (One of the funniest lines EVER!) "And Dean, he's your boss?" she asks. "No," answers Sam after a brief hesitation.
Dean pushes his way into Room 137, the way blocked by some chairs.
Finding all exit doors locked, Sam declares that they have a small problem. Gavin suggests breaking it down, but Sam says that won't work. A window, says Gavin. "They're barred," says Kat. "Well, how are we supposed to get out?" asks Gavin, sounding near hysteria. Sam ponders this for a moment and says, "That's the point--we're not. There's something in here. It doesn't want us to leave." "Those patients," says Kat. "No," says Sam, "somethin' else."
Dean looks through papers on the floor and finds a cabinet, which he opens by taking out a panel. Finding a briefcase inside, he chortles, "This is why I get paid the big bucks!" It's Dr. Ellicott's journal describing torture and horrific experiments on patients, and, reading through it, Dean says, "Well, all work and no play makes Dr. Ellicott a VERY dull boy. Flipping through the pages, he hears a noise.
Sam returns to the kids to report he looked everywhere and can't find a way out. "So what the hell are we gonna do?" demands Gavin, very upset. First, not panic, advises Sam. "Why the hell not?" asks Gavin. Sam answers his cell phone. It's Dean, and the connection is filled with static. "Sam, it's me. I see it. It's comin' at me." "Where are you?" asks Sam. "I'm in the basement," says Dean, "hurry up!" "I'm on my way," Sam assures him, and hangs up. "All right. Can either of you handle a shotgun?" "What? No!" cries Gavin. "I can," says Kat, "my dad took me skeet shooting a couple times." Gavin looks at her oddly. (Why does this not surprise me?) "All right, here," says Sam, handing her the shotgun. "It's loaded with rock salt. Now, it might not kill a spirit, but it'll repel it. So if you see something, shoot." "Okay," says Kat coolly. "Okay," says Sam. He leaves. Kat cocks the gun. (She is WAY out of this guy's league!)
Asylum basement - "Dean?" calls Sam. "Dean?" Getting no response, he enters the boiler room, then the room with the caution nuclear sign on it. He continues looking, shining his flashlight over everything. After a while, his light mysteriously goes out. He tries tapping it against his hand, but nothing seems to work. Suddenly, a door behind him opens on its own, leading to yet another bizarre room. Sam enters, gun raised, to look around. "Dean?" calls Sam, hearing the sound of whispers. Behind a semi-transparent curtain, he spies the shadow of someone walking by. He moves toward the curtain and pushes it aside, but no one is there. Confused, Sam turns around to find himself face to face with the spirit of Dr. Sanford Ellicott, who grabs the sides of Sam's face, sending blue electric shocks through his face and into his brain. "Don't be afraid, I'm going to make you all better," promises Dr. Ellicott in a terrible, creepy voice. Sam grits his teeth in agony as the shock courses through him. read less
Kat, rifle in her hands, sits on the floor watching Gavin pace. "Hey, Gavin?" she says. He crouches down next to her. "Yeah?" he says. "If we make it out of here alive. . .we are so breaking up," she vows. Gavin starts to say something, but they hear a noise. "Did you hear that?" she asks. "Something's coming," he says. They both rise. Kat aims at whoever is coming around the corner, and shoots at Dean, who falls, grabbing his foot. "Damn it, damn it. Don't shoot, it's me!" he shouts. "Sorry! So...
Kat, rifle in her hands, sits on the floor watching Gavin pace. "Hey, Gavin?" she says. He crouches down next to her. "Yeah?" he says. "If we make it out of here alive. . .we are so breaking up," she vows. Gavin starts to say something, but they hear a noise. "Did you hear that?" she asks. "Something's coming," he says. They both rise. Kat aims at whoever is coming around the corner, and shoots at Dean, who falls, grabbing his foot. "Damn it, damn it. Don't shoot, it's me!" he shouts. "Sorry! Sorry!" exclaims Kat. "Son of a bitch!" he says under his breath, stands and approaches them. "What are you still doin' here? Where's Sam?" he asks. "He went to the basement," says Gavin, "you called him." "I didn't call him," says Dean. "His cell phone rang. He said it was you," reports Kat. "Basement, huh?" asks Dean. Gavin nods. "All right," says Dean, "watch yourselves." He picks up a gun from the floor and puts it in his jeans pocket. "And watch out for me," he adds, and leaves them.
Basement - Dean searches for Sam. "Sammy? Sam, you down here? Sam? Sam!" He turns and sees Sam standing in front of him. Dean jumps, startled. "Man! Answer me when I'm callin' you. You all right?" "Yeah, I'm fine," says Sam. "You know that wasn't me who called your cell, right?" asks Dean. "Yeah, I know. I think somethin' lured me down here," says Sam. "I think I know who," says Dean--"Dr. Ellicott--that's what the spirits have been tryin' to tell us--you haven't seen him, have you?" "No," lies Sam, "how do you know it was him?" "'Cause I found his log book. Apparently, he was experimenting on his patients," says Dean, "some awful stuff--it makes lobotomies look like a couple aspirin." "But it was the patients who rioted," points out Sam. "Yeah, they were rioting against Dr. Ellicott," explains Dean, "Dr. Feelgood was workin' on some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy. He thought that if he could get his patients to vent their anger, then they'd be cured of it. Instead, it only made 'em worse and worse, and angrier and angrier. So I'm thinkin', what if his spirit is doin' 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 'em." "How?" asks Sam--"the police never found his body." "The log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere, where he'd work on his patients," says Dean, "so if I was a patient, I'd drag his ass down here, do a little work on him myself." "I don't know," says Sam, "it sounds kind of. . . "Crazy?" finishes Dean. "Yeah," says Sam. "Yeah, exactly," agrees Dean. He leaves to find the hidden procedure room. Sam follows. "I told you, I looked everywhere," says Sam, "I didn't find a hidden room." "Well, that's why they call it hidden," says Dean, pausing. There's a sound of wind blowing, and whispered voices, too. "You hear that?" "What?" asks Sam. Dean crouches down and slides his hand by the space between the wall and the floor. "There's a door here," he says. While Dan examines the door, Sam slowly raises his shotgun, his face filled with rage. "Dean," says Sam angrily. Dean, hearing the tone, turns to look at him, puzzled. He see his brother is holding the gun on him. Sam's nose is bleeding, and he wipes it away with his sleeve. "Step back from the door," orders Sam. Dean stands up. "Sam, put the gun down," he says. "Is that an order?" asks Sam truculently. Licking his lips nervously, Dean says, "No, it's more of a friendly request." He aims the shotgun at Dean and says, "'Cause I'm gettin' pretty tired of takin' your orders." "I knew it," says Dean, "Ellicott did somethin' to you, didn't he?" Sam's nose is bleeding again. "For once in your life, just shut your mouth," commands Sam. "What are you gonna do, Sam?," asks Dean--"the gun's filled with rock salt. Not gonna kill me." Without warning, Sam shoots Dean in the chest, sending him crashing through the wall. "No," says Sam coldly, "but it'll hurt like hell." (Who was shocked when Sam did this? The first time, I sure was!) read less
Dean opens his eyes, gasping for breath. He presses a hand to his sore chest. Sam comes over to him. "Sam!" cries Dean, in agony, "we gotta burn Ellicott's bones, and all this'll be over. You'll be back to normal." "I am normal," insists Sam, "I'm just tellin' the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? Because you're following Dad's orders like a good little soldier? 'Cause you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?" "This isn't you tal...
Dean opens his eyes, gasping for breath. He presses a hand to his sore chest. Sam comes over to him. "Sam!" cries Dean, in agony, "we gotta burn Ellicott's bones, and all this'll be over. You'll be back to normal." "I am normal," insists Sam, "I'm just tellin' the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? Because you're following Dad's orders like a good little soldier? 'Cause you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?" "This isn't you talking, Sam," says Dean, moving his head from side to side in pain. "That's the difference between you and me," says Sam, "I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic like you." "So what are you gonna do, huh?" asks Dean--"you gonna kill me?" "You know what?" asks Sam--"I am sick of doing what you tell me to do. We're no closer to finding Dad today than we were six months ago." "Well," says Dean, "then, here. Let me make it easier for you." He takes a pistol out of his jeans pocket and holds it out to Sam. "Go on. Take it. Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt. Take it!" Sam accepts the gun from him and drops the shotgun on the floor. He points the gun directly at Dean. "You hate me that much?" asks Dean, his voice raspy from pain--"you think you could kill your own brother? Then go ahead. Pull the trigger." Sam hesitates, his mouth changing from sorrowful to snarling, finger on the trigger. "Do it!" yells Dean. Sam pulls the trigger, but nothing happens. Frustrated, he tries again and again, but nothing happens. While Sam is distracted, Dean grabs and punches him, sending him to the ground. Dean painfully stands. "Man, I'm not gonna give you a loaded pistol," he says, and, as Sam is struggling to get up, knocks him out with a hard punch. "Sorry, Sammy," he whispers, painfully rising once more. As he searches for Dr. Ellicott's hidden tomb, the good doctor's ghost floats behind him. Dean finds a cabinet with a few wisps of hair sticking out. He opens it and nearly vomits from the stench of the dead Dr. Ellicott inside. "That's just gross," he says, and as he's preparing to perform the usual salt and burn, his flashlight begins to sputter. He adds lighter fluid, choking on the awful smell. "Yeah, soak it up," he urges. A table flies into him, knocking him down. Ellicott is right on him, hands attached to his face, giving him the blue electric treatment. "Don't be afraid," croons Ellicott soothingly, "I'm going to help you. I'm going to make you all better." Dean yells, revealing a blue electric arc in his mouth. He reaches for his bag and grabs his lighter. He flicks the lighter and throws it into the cabinet, setting Ellicott's bones on fire. The doctor releases Dean, gazing at his hands. Dean watches, covering his face with his arm, as Ellicott's body begins to disintegrate, until there is nothing left but a pile of clothes. A few feet away, Sam comes to. "You're not gonna try to kill me, are you?" asks Dean. "No," says Sam, shifting his jaw back in place. "Good," says Dean, "because that would be awkward."
Outside the Asylum, Kat and Gavin thank Sam and Dean. "No more haunted asylums, okay?" says Dean. They nod and walk back to their car. "Hey, Dean," says Sam, "I'm sorry, man. I said some awful things back there." "You remember all that?" asks Dean. "Yeah," says Sam, "it's like I couldn't control it. But I didn't mean it--any of it." "You didn't, huh?" asks Dean. "No, of course not," says Sam. Dean makes a non-committal face. "Do we need to talk about this?" asks Sam. "No. I'm not really in the sharing, caring kind of mood. I just wanna get some sleep," says Dean.
He slips into the car.
Motel - Dean, shirtless, lies asleep. Sam, wearing a t-shirt, is sleeping, too. Dean's cell phone rings. "Dean," calls Sam, but when his brother doesn't respond, Sam answers it. He checks the number, but doesn't react. "Hello?" he says. He sits up, shocked. "DAD?"