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I sat on my bed in my empty room. Unlike some of the people here, I didn't have to share a room. Mostly because any roommate I ever had couldn't handle my screaming. That is why they placed me in a room where the walls are sound proof. Also because I was so sarcastic and, according to the people working here, a pain in the ass. It's not like they're any better though, they act like I'm a broken toy because of the whispers and the dreams. They don't know that I know what they say behind my back.

I look up at the clock on my wall to check the time and saw that it was almost time for us to be let out. Another sleepless night that was complete torture. I didn't even try to go to sleep tonight because I was afraid the dreams would come back to haunt me like they had every other night. I used to never have them this much, but recently they have been happening every single night. The whispers have gotten louder and more frequent as well which is a complete pain.

I heard my door unlock and saw one of the workers opening the door. I stood up and walked out to the main area where the other patients were at already. I didn't leave without grabbing a pencil and my sketchpad first. I sat down at one of the tables and opened my sketchpad then started to sketch. When I was done, I looked over the drawing and was surprised at what I drew. It was a woman with a spike coming out of her hand. Since I have read a lot of books on lore, I knew that the woman was a wraith. I turned the page and started drawing again.

I looked up and just decided to take a look around. My gaze stopped on two men who obviously were new here since I've never seen the before. One had slightly long brown hair and was very tall while the other was slightly shorter and had short hair. They were talking about something and by the look the shorter one had on his face, he clearly didn't want to talk about it. Suddenly, I started to get a really bad headache. I closed my eyes and just listened.

"They're here..." The whispers were saying though it was very faint.

"Who?" I asked under my breath. Then just like that, the whispers were gone. I sighed in frustration and closed my sketchpad, getting up. I started to walk out of the room, but not before almost bumping into one of the new guys. I moved out of the way and gave them a glance and they did as well before continuing to walk out of the room. Then, I let my feet take me wherever.

After awhile of walked the voices came back. They were telling me about the two new guys. They were Sam and Dean Winchester, and apparently they hunt monsters. Sam started the apocalypse and Lucifer is now wandering the Earth. They are here to kill the moster that is killing the patient. I got to love the whispers sometimes.

***

3rd POV:

Sam and Dean were sitting down at a table in front of a man, Martin. Sam went ahead and got to the whole point of why they're here, "What do you think it is that we're hunting?"

"I don't know yet. A ghost, demon, monster...animal, vegetable, mineral," Martin replied chuckling, "Hospital's had five deaths in the last four months. Doctors keep calling it suicides, but they're wrong."

"So, you've seen this thing?" Sam asked Martin. Martin shook his head in response.

"Has anyone seen this thing?" Dean questioned.

"Well, a couple patients have, uh...had glimpses, but there's not a lot to go on," Martin said. Dean and Sam sighed knowing that this was not going to be easy. Martin stopped and started speaking again, "There is one girl who has seen almost everyone of them. Her name is Amelia, but she prefers to go by Amy."

Dean looked confused, "Who is Amy?"

"She's one of the patients here. She's the youngest out of all of the patients with her being 16. From the stories I heard, she was put in here when she was 13 and she hears things," Martin explained. Dean sighed not really interested in the girl, but what Martin said next made him change his mind completely. "It's also said that she can tell who is going to die." The boys glanced at each other and they knew what they had to do. They had to talk to this Amy girl.

"Do you know where Amy is?" Sam asked Martin.

"You'll usually find her just roaming around, you can't miss her. She has brown hair and green eyes." Martin replied.

***

I was walking around the hallways until one of the doctors put me into one of the group sessions. I walked into the room and sat down in one of the chairs, crossing me arms with a sigh. I never liked these group sessions because it is completely pointless when you're not crazy. I heard the door open so I looked toward it to see one of the new guys and an older man behind him. The tall new guy, Sam, looked at me with realization which made me question him. The doctor walked in and sat down in one of the chairs.

"Alright, so...who would like to start us off?" the doctor asked us. Ted raised his hand and the doctor glanced at him cautiously before ignoring him. "Anyone else?" the doctor asked again. Ted only raised his hand higher while everybody sat motionless. The doctor finally gave up and acknowledged Ted, "Alright, Ted. Calm down."

Ted lowered his hand, "I am calm. And I'd very calmly like to talk about the monster that's hunting us." I sighed, every time I was in group with Ted, he always wanted to talk about the monster that was killing people. Of course, I have seen the monster, but it's only because the whispers led me straight to it.

"Ted, we're not going to have that discussion again," the doctor said. Sam and the older one exchanged intrigued looks. "It's not good for group."

"I agree. You know what else isn't good for group? A monster eating all our faces off." Ted said. Everybody was looking at Ted with slightly scared expressions.

"Alright, fine, thank you. Now, anyone else-" the doctor was cut off by Ted.

"I saw it...when it killed Susan. Amy saw it too, didn't you?" Ted turned to me waiting for my answer.

I only shrugged, "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." I saw Sam give me an intrigued look. I didn't pay any attention to his looks though, I had gotten them so much that I've gotten used to them.

"I did, too. It had big lobster claws." Another patient said. I gave her a weird look, it didn't have lobster claws.

"No, it didn't!" Ted said looking at her.

"Yeah, and it was an alien, like on X-Files." she added looking at the other patients. I rolled my eyes, is she really saying this right now? Sure, I am an X-Files fan, but the monster looked nothing like an alien.

'Stop it. Stop helping. Listen to me. We're all dead!" Ted shouted.

That's enough," Dr. Fuller said. Ted looked down to his feet with a look a child would have when they got caught doing something bad by their parents. The doctor took off his glasses and leaned forward in his chair, "There is no monster," Dr. Fuller said sternly. "Now, Ted, do you need me to call the orderlies..." Ted shook his head. "...or can you behave?" the doctor asked.

Ted nodded, "Behave." 

***

It was night and I was so tired, but I knew I couldn't go to sleep. Maybe I could just lay here and stare at the ceiling. I mean, there was nothing else to do so why not? So I did just that, but sadly instead of not going to sleep, my body had other plans. A second later, I was out like a light.

I walked down one of the hallways when I heard someone. I walked toward the sounds and looked through one of the windows on the doors. I saw Ted struggling to get away from something. I heard loud footsteps and saw the two new guys rushing toward the door I was standing on front of. They didn't see me as they picked the lock open and opened the door. Then there was Ted. He was hanging from a pipe with a bed sheet around his neck. Then that's when it happened. That's when I screamed.

When I stopped screaming, I shot up from my bed and was breathing heavily. I heard my door being unlocked so I got up and walked out of my room, not bothering to grab my sketchpad. I was meaning to go to the main room, but my feet carried my somewhere else. I finally got to my senses and looked around to see I was in the morgue. I sighed while looking around.

"The one place that creeps me out and I end up here." I said. I looked down to see that the drawer with Ted's body was open and the sheet was pulled down. "What are you trying to tell me?" I got no response. I noticed something behind Ted's ear so I bent down to get a closer look. There was a hole behind his ear, why in god's name is there a hole? One of the mysteries of the universe. 

I knew the new guys would be coming here to check out the body any second so I stood there and waited. After awhile, the door opened and I saw the new guys. "Finally, I've been waiting here forever." The boys looked at me confusedly.

Sam looked at me with realization, "I remember you. You're Amy, right?"

"Yes, I am. Now you're about to ask why I'm here," I pointed to the smaller guy, Dean. "I am here because they lead me here."

"Who lead you here?" Dean asked.

"The whispers and before you ask, no, I am not crazy. People just don't know what I really am." I said to them. Dean and Sam looked like they were about to say something, but I cut them off, "Ted here has a hole behind his ear," I motioned for them to come over and I showed them the hole. Sam looked at it before grabbing a Q-tip and sticking it inside of the hole. The Q-tip kept going further and further until it finally stopped.

"This hole goes all the way through to his brain." Sam said with surprise.

"What does that mean?" Dean asked.

Sam looked over at the bone saw, "Let's find out." I got up and started to walk out of the door.

"Where are you going?" Dean whisper shouted.

"I have other things to do. You'll know where to look for me because I know you're going to ask me questions." Then, I opened the door and walked out.

***

I was walking through the hallway when I saw Dean looking in the round mirror hanging above. I walked over and leaned against the desk beside of Dean. "So it's a wraith?" I asked him. He looked over at me, most likely didn't notice me until now.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Dean asked me.

"One, the whispers told me and two, I read." I replied. "Who do you think the wraith is?"

"It could be anybody." Dean replied.

"So why you?" I questioned him.

"Why me what?" Dean asked still looking for the wraith in the mirror.

"Why do you have to be the ones hunting monsters? I mean, wouldn't it get tiring after awhile?" I asked with interest. I get tired of doing somethings over and over again. I get tired of looking at these walls everyday.

"It's my job. Somebody's gotta save people's asses, yours included," Dean responded. "So what's your story?"

"Why are you interested?" I questioned.

"You seem like the type of person to have an interesting story. That and the whole knowing when somebody is going to die thing." Dean replied.

I thought for a moment before figuring out what to say, "I have been able to do that since I could remember. I've had these whispers since I could remember. My parents died when I was really young so I don't remember them that well. I was sent to a group home and I moved foster homes a lot. I would get sent back to the group home after about a week because of my 'illness' as they like to call it. Then the group home got tried of dealing with me so they sent me here when I was 13," Dean looked at me intrigued.

"What were you talking about before? About how people don't know who you really are." Dean asked me.

"I am a banshee, but don't worry I'm one of the good ones." I said noticing the look on his face.

"If you're a banshee then why do you look-" I cut Dean off.

"Human?" I questioned. Dean nodded. "Because I still technically human. I am a different type of banshee. The type of banshee I am are still human and they have banshee powers."

Dean nodded, "That seems cool."

I shook my head, "It's not. You have these voices in your heard constantly. Sometimes they're really quiet and then other times they are just screaming at you. I can't go to sleep at night without seeing how someone is going to die. It is one of the worse things to have ever happened to me in my life."

"How do you deal with it?" Dean asked.

"I barely can deal with it. I just accept that I'm like this and try to put it to good use," I replied. "If I didn't have these powers then I wouldn't be here either. If I had the chance to get out of here then I would absolutely take it." It was silent as we went back to looking in the mirror.

"Hello Eddie, Amelia." Dr. Fuller said walking by. Dean greeted him as I wave slightly. Dean looked back to the mirror and looked alarmed as he looked to Dr. Fuller who was walking away.