*(y/n)'s POV*
"You were referred to me by a Dr. Babar in Chicago." Dr Fuller said to me and the boys after he read through some files and looks up at us. "That's right." Dean said. "Isn't there a children's book about an elephant named Babar?" Fuller asked. "I don't know. I don't have any elephant books. Look, Doctor, I-I-I think the doc was in over his head with this one." Dean said and he points at Sam. "'Cause my brother is..." he said and makes a crazy sign, circling his finger at the side of his head and whistling.
"Okay, fine, thank you. That's-that's really not necessary." Fuller said, raising his hand. Then he grabs his file and notepad. "Why don't you tell me how you're feeling, Alex?" Fuller asked Sam, who sighs. "I'm fine. I mean, okay, a little depressed, I guess." Sam replied and Fuller writes in his notepad.
"Okay. Any idea why?" Fuller asked him. "Probably because I started the apocalypse." Sam said and that seems to catch the doctor's attention. "The apocalypse?" Fuller said, confused. "Yeah, that's right." Sam said and Fuller looks at me and Dean.
"And you think you started it?" Fuller asked Sam as he turns to look at him again. "Well, yeah, I mean...I killed this demon, Lilith, and I accidentally freed Lucifer from hell. So now, he's topside, and we're trying to stop him." Sam said and Fuller looks at me and Dean again, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Who is?" Fuller asked us as he nods to Sam. "Me. A-and them." Sam said as he points at us. "And these two angels." He said. "Angels? You mean, like a...like an angel on your shoulder." Fuller said. "No. One of them is named Castiel. He wears a trench coat." Sam said. "And the other is named Ariel. She has bright orange hair."
"Isn't that the name of the Little Mermaid?" Fuller asked and Sam shrugs as I bite my lips, holding back laughter. Then the doctor goes back to taking notes. "See what I mean, Doc? The kid's been beating himself up about this for months. The apocalypse wasn't his fault." Dean said and Fuller looks at him. "It's not?" Fuller asked. "No. There was this other demon, Ruby. She got him addicted to demon blood, and near the end, he was practically chugging this stuff." I said and Fuller looks at Sam, who looks ashamed.
Fuller then looks back at me and Dean. "My brother's not evil. He was just...high...yeah? So, could you fix him up so we can get back to traveling around the country and hunting monsters?" Dean asked and the doctor puts up a finger for us to wait. He picks up his phone and dials an extension. "Irma...cancel my lunch." he said and hangs up as Dean pats Sam comfortingly on the shoulder.
"Doctor Fuller would like to keep you three under observation for a couple of days." The nurse tells us as she leads us down the hallway. "The three of us? Me and her, too?" Dean asked her as he gestures between me and him. "Yes, Sugar. The doctor thinks that would be best." the nurse said and the boys and I give each other victorious smiles.
"Alright, I'm just gonna give you a little check-up." the nurse tells me as she wraps a blood pressure cuff around my right arm. "Do whatcha gotta do." I said, sighing, as she checks my blood pressure then she removes it and puts the tool away.
"Alright, pull down your pants and hop up on that table." The nurse said and I, quickly, raise my head towards her. "Wait, what? What for?" I asked, panicked, and the nurse grabs a glove and snaps it on, smiling at me. And I felt really uncomfortable.
Later, I walked out of the room and see Dean leaning against the back of a couch, wearing patient scrubs, shoes and blue robe which is similar to the ones I'm wearing. Sam was standing in front of Dean and it looked like it they were talking. Both of them look up at me as they hear my footsteps, my arms folded against my chest and my shoulders hunched.
"How did it go for you, sweetheart?" Dean asked and I let out a shaky sigh. "I have been through a lot of crap and never have I ever felt this violated in my life." I grumble. "What about you two?" I asked. "Yeah, my nurse was very through." Dean said, looking frazzled. "Me too." Sam said, just as uncomfortable as I feel.
Minutes later, Dean, Sam and I look around the lounge, seeing the other patients including one female patient playing with a pink bunny. "I can't believe you talked us into this." I grumble to Sam. "Hey, it's the least we could do. Martin saved Dad's ass more times than we can count. He's a great hunter." Sam said. "Was. Until Albuquerque." Dean mutters.
"Besides, I just figure it's best we keep busy. That's all." said Sam. "Better than what?" I asked him. "Nothing." Sam said and I motion at him for more. "Okay. Look...um...last few weeks, you've kind of been worrying me." Sam said to me and I roll my eyes. "Oh, come on, Sam. Stop. Look, just because we're in the loony bin doesn't give you the right to head-shrink me." I said, in annoyed exasperation.
"(Y/n)..." Sam mutters. "Ellen and Jo dying--Yeah, it was a friggin' tragedy, okay? But I'm not gonna wallow in it." I said. "You can't just keep this crap in, (y/n)." Sam said, worried, and I scoff. "Watch me." I spat at him. “Look, I know you like getting in touch with people’s feelings, man. But trying to get someone to talk when they don’t want to, isn’t gonna do you or them any favors. Just back off. (Y/n) will talk when she wants to." Dean said and I look over at Dean. "Thanks, Dean." I muttered while Sam looks annoyed.
I turn away from Sam as Dean looks over at a table nearby. "Oh, there he is." Dean said and we walk over to a table where Martin sits, staring out the window. Sam clears his throat, and Martin looks at them.
"Sam, Dean, wow." Martin said as he stands and shakes Sam's hand. "Wow, you boys got big. You look good." Martin said to the boys. "Thanks. You do, too, Martin." Sam said and Martin shakes Dean's hand and shakes it. Then he turns to me. "I'm sorry, I don't believe I know you." He said and Dean places a hand on my shoulder.
"You've heard of (f/n) (l/n)?" Dean asked Martin. "Oh, yes! I've heard of him. Your father mentioned him a lot. Didn't get a chance to work with him, though." Martin said. "Well, this is his daughter." Dean said then Martin smiles and takes my hand. "Uh...Well, thanks for coming." Martin said as we shake hands then he motions for us to sit.
Dean and Martin sit at the table while Sam and I get a chair and pull it up, sitting. "In the old days, I could've taken care of this thing with both hands tied behind my back...but, well...now..." Martin said. "What do you think it is that we're hunting?" Sam asked him. "I don't know yet. A ghost, demon, monster...animal, vegetable, mineral." Martin chuckles. "Hospital's had five deaths in the last four months. Doctors keep calling it suicides, but they're wrong." Martin said.
"So, you've seen this thing?" I asked him and Martin shakes his head. "Has anyone seen this thing?" Dean asked. "Well, a couple patients have, uh...had glimpses, but there's not a lot to go on." Martin said. "Are they reliable?" I asked. "Oh, sure, why wouldn't they be?" Martin asked and I look around at a female patient, who is dancing and humming.
Then I look back at Martin. "Gee, I don't know." I said, with sarcasm. "I know you three think I'm a bag of loose screws. Now, you wouldn't be wrong. But I wouldn't have called you unless there was something here. I can feel it in my gut." Martin said then the boys and I exchange looks before we look back at him.
"We believe you. Have you checked any of the bodies? Found signs of an attack?" Sam asked. "Well, uh, no...I don't go around dead b-b-b-bodies anymore." Martin said, flinching.
"Alex, Eddie, Joan." a voice said and the boys and I turn to see Dr Fuller standing behind us. "Well, I'm glad to see you're making friends. Why don't you and, uh, Mr. Creaser join us for group? Please. Right this way." Fuller said and we all stand. Martin, Sam and I walk over to the doctor and I look over my shoulder to see Fuller stopping Dean.
"Actually, I'm gonna be putting you in the afternoon group." He tells Dean. "What? Why?" Dean asked as Sam looks over at Dean. "Well, to be frank, uh, the relationship that you have with your brother and your girlfriend seems dangerously codependent. I think a little time apart will do you three good." Fuller said then he walks away.
The boys and I watch him go, confused. Then Dean waves goodbye to us.
Sam, Martin and I sit in a circle with Dr Fuller and a few other patients. "Alright, so...who would like to start us off?" Fuller asked and one guy raises his hand. "Anyone else?" Fuller asked, obviously a bit annoyed as the guy raises his hand a little higher.
"Alright, Ted. Calm down." Fuller said and Ted lowers his hand. "I am calm. And I'd very calmly like to talk about the monster that's hunting us." Ted said and I raise an eyebrow at this. "Ted, we're not going to have that discussion again." Fuller said while Sam and I exchange looks, intrigued. "It's not good for group." said Fuller.
"I agree. You know what else isn't good for group? A monster eating all our faces off." Ted said, worried. "Alright, fine, thank you. Now, anyone else?" Fuller asked but Ted continues. "I saw it...when it killed Susan." he said. "I did, too. It had big lobster claws." another patient said. "No, it didn't." Ted said, annoyed.
"Yeah, and it was an alien, like on X-Files." Another patient said and Ted becomes angry. "Stop it. Stop helping. Listen to me. We're all dead!" Ted yells. "That's enough." Fuller said then he leans forward and takes off his glasses. "There is no monster." Fuller said and I look at him.
"Now, Ted, do you need me to call the orderlies.." Fuller said and Ted shakes his head. "...or can you behave?" Fuller asked and Ted nods. "Behave." he said and Sam and I exchange looks again while Martin looks over at us.
Later, Sam and I walk out to the hall and see Dean following several patients down the hall, his hands in his pockets and staring at the floor. He looked kind of depressed. "Dean, hey." Sam called out and Dean turns to us and I frown. "You okay?" I asked him. "I just got thraped. So, no, I am not okay. Tell me you guys found something." Dean said.
"Yeah. A guy says he saw the creature. We should talk to him. You wanna meet here in an hour?" Sam asked Dean. "Yeah, sooner we take care of this thing, sooner we can get gone. This place gives me the creeps." Dean said. "Yeah, same here." I said just as Dean turns around and a girl comes up, puts a hand on the back of his head and kisses him.
Anger flared in my chest and I grab the woman off of him. "Hey, back off!" I growled as I push her away from Dean and stand in front of him. "He's off limits." I stated as the girl looks at me, terrified, then she runs off. I huff out a sigh as Sam raises an eyebrow at me and I turn to Dean, who had a small smile.
"What?" I asked him. "You being jealous..." he said, pointing at me. "...will never not be hot." He said and I roll my eyes at him. "Let's just get this over with before I lose my mind." I said as I stomp pass the boys down the hall.
Later, Dean and I were waiting on Sam until he walks out of his cell with a lock-pick in his hand. "Well, it's about time. Nurses are on their rounds. We got, like, fifteen, twenty minutes." I said and Sam rolls his eyes.
"So, where is this guy?" Dean asked. "Room 306." Sam replied and we head down the hall towards Ted's room. As we round the corner, we hear Ted screaming. We rush to Ted's door and look in the window while Sam begins to pick the lock.
"Hurry up! Come on, hurry up!" Dean yells at Sam as we see Ted's feet slam against the window. "Back off, Dean!" Sam shouts as he looks up at him. Sam returns to picking the lock, and then we lunge into the room to find Ted hanging from a pipe in the ceiling, a tied bed sheet around his neck.
The next day, we sneak into the morgue and Dean opens Ted's drawer and pulls him out. I pull back the sheet and start feeling Ted's head while Sam searches his hands. Then I find two holes just behind Ted's ears. "Hey, I think I found something." I said.
"What do you got?" Dean asked me. "Right here." I said as I point out the holes then I turn to Sam. "Hey, Sam, give me a hand." I said and Sam hands me a long Q-tip from a table and I stick it far into the hole. "This hole goes all the way through to his brain." I said. "What does that mean?" Dean asked.
"Let's find out." Sam said and Dean and I look up at him to see he is pointing at a bone saw. "Seriously?" Dean and I asked and Sam looks over at Dean. "You might want to keep watch." he tells him and Dean backs off and walks outside of the morgue.
Sam grabs the bone saw then goes over to Ted and places it at the top of his head. I wince as he saws at the top of Ted's head the he takes it off then removes his brain, which was a small, hard, black thing.
"What the...?" I asked as we looked at it but then Dean comes in. "Guys." He said, in a warning tone. "Look, his brain's been sucked dry." Sam said as he holds up the brain. "That's fascinating. Somebody's coming." Dean said and we hurry to clean up. Sam puts Ted's brain back in his head and back on.
Dean rolls Ted back into his drawer as Sam and I remove our bloody gloves and throw them in the trashcan just as one of the nurse walks in. "What are you three doing in here?" she asked us and we stand there, I couldn't think of what to say or do. And then that's when my wonderful boyfriend shrugs and pulls down his pants, and throws his arms over his head.
"Pudding!" he exclaims and he does a little jump while I close my eyes for a moment and question everything in my life. The nurse smiles at Dean then said. "Alright, come on, you three."
Dean smiles goofily and pulls his pants back up. As he heads for the door, Dean turns back towards us. "Crazy works." he whispers to us and he walks off. Sam and I share a quick glance before we follow him out. The nurse chuckles as she follows us out the door.
Later, in the lounge, Martin, Dean, Sam and I look at paintings of clowns on the walls.n"Are those original Gacy's?" I joked as I chuckle. "I painted those." Martin said, a bit offended. "It's good." I said and Sam shakes his head.
"Back on point, please. Um...so, whatever this thing is...It Slurpees your brain, sucks you dry." Sam explains. "Yeah, then it makes the deaths look like suicides. Any ideas?" Dean asked Martin. "Yeah. A bad one." Martin said then he shows us a drawing in his journal.
"What is it?" Dean asked. "Well, I bet you a chicken dinner it's what we're up against...a wraith. They crack open skulls and feed on brain juice." Martin explains. "You ever tangle with one before?" Sam asked. "Never. Never wanted to, neither." Martin said.
"So, how do we kill it?" I asked him. "Silver. You so much as touch a wraith with the stuff, and the skin will crackle. Now, that's the good news. The bad news is...they can pass as humans." Martin said then we look around the room. "It could be any Peter, Paul and Mary in the joint." Martin said. "Fantastic." I muttered, annoyed.
"So, how do we find it?" Dean asked. "A mirror. Lore says a wraith will show its true form in a mirror." Martin said. "Okay, well, we just gotta spot check every patient and every staff member." Dean said and Sam and I nod. "Okay. Yeah. But--I mean, what's it doing in a mental hospital?" Sam asked. "A nuthouse; it's-it's-it's a perfect captive victim pool." I pointed out. "Sure. Who's gonna believe a patient when they say they saw a monster? It's the perfect hunting ground." Martin said
Later, Dean told us that Fuller was the wraith as he saw his true form in the mirror. So he, Martin and I wait in the hall until Sam walks up to us. "Alright, I had to raid three nurses' stations to get these." Sam said and he hands Dean a letter opener. "They're only silver-plated, but they should work." Sam said as he hands Martin another hand letter then hands me another.
Then the girl that kissed Dean starts heading our way. "Oh, no you don't..." I said to her when she walks up to Sam, pushes him against the wall and starts kissing him. Dean and I watch in shock while Sam looks flustered, waiting for the girl to finish.
"I want him now." the girl said then she looks at Dean. "He's larger and free." She said then she walks away. "Hm." Dean and I hum and Dean shrugs at Sam. "You've had worse." Dean said and Sam scoffs.
"Fuller is on call tonight, so we'll have to hit him after lights out. All four of us." Sam said. "What? No." Martin said, a bit panicked. "Martin, we gotta get past security, past the orderlies, and then cut the boss-man's throat, okay? It's gonna suck start to finish, but we could use the backup." Dean tells Martin. "Oh, I can't. I can't." Martin said then he begins to walk away.
"We know what happened in Albuquerque." Sam tells him and Martin stops. "You don't know the half of it." he said and he turns to us. "God, I used to be just like you three. I used to think I was invincible, and then...Well, I found out I'm not." he explained. "Martin, you're still a hunter." I said. "No. I'm not. I'm useless. Why do you think I checked myself into the Hotel California? I'd give anything to help you boys, I would. But, I-I can't. I'm sorry. I can't." Martin said, upset, and he walks away.
Later, the boys and I walk into the office, but Fuller is not there. Dean picks up car keys from the desk. "He's still in the building. You take the west wing. (y/n) and I'll take the east." Dean said as he sets the keys back down, and we leave the office.
*3rd Person POV*
Sam walks down a hallway, holding his knife at the ready. He looks in each room he passes and goes to another hallway and looks around the corner. He sees Fuller heading his way so Sam stands up against the wall, waiting.
As Fuller rounds the corner, Sam steps forward, raising the blade. Fuller puts an arm up as Sam brings the blade down, cutting Fuller's arm. Fuller yells, and Sam takes another swing before two orderlies grab Sam and begin to drag him away. Sam struggles and throws off one orderly and punches the other.
The first orderly approaches, but Sam knocks his head into a window, shattering it. He goes back to the other orderly and punches him twice while Fuller runs. Sam grabs the blade from the ground and follows then he tackles Fullee to the ground and raises the blade.
But Martin grabs Sam's arm. "No! No! Look at his arm. That cut's not burning." Martin tells him and Sam looks at the cut. "It's not him. It's not him." Martin assures and Sam begins to realize and drops the blade. He stares at Fuller, stunned at what he almost did.