(Before y'all start reading the chapter, I apologize for the wait! This episode is going to be in parts, just because I want to get something out, and this is currently all that I have. So, enjoy it!)

~Asylum~

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"No, dad was in California last we heard from him." Sam said on the phone. "We just thought if he comes to you for munitions, maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks."

Dean flipped the page of the book in his lap as he looked over at August who sat on the floor with her pacifier in her mouth, playing with her toy car.

"Just call us if you hear anything. Thanks." Sam said, then hung up the phone.

"Caleb hasn't heard from him?" Dean asked.

"Nope. Neither has Jefferson or pastor Jim." Sam stated. "What about the journal? Any leads in there?"

"No. Same last time I looked. Nothing I can make out." Dean said. "I love the guys, but I swear he writes like freaking Yoda." He chuckled.

"You know, maybe we should call the feds, file a missing persons." Sam said, looking over at Dean.

"We talked about this. Dad would be pissed if we put the feds on his tail." Dean stated.

"I don't care anymore." Sam said.

Dean then got up as his phone started ringing from across the room.

"After all that happened back in Kansas— I mean, he should have been there. You said so yourself. You tried to call him and nothing."

"I know." Dean said as he was rummaging through their stuff, trying to find his phone that was still ringing. "The hell is my cellphone?" He muttered.

"You know, he could be dead for all we know."

"Don't say that." Dean stopped and looked at his brother. "He's not dead. He's—" Dean stuttered.

"He's what? He's hiding? He's busy?" Sam questioned.

Dean grabbed his phone as he had finally found it, and just as he looked at it, it stopped ringing. Dean flipped his phone open, then scoffed.

"I don't believe it."

"What?" Sam asked.

Dean sat down on the bed.

"It's a— a text message. It's coordinates." He looked over at Sam.

~~~

"You think dad was texting us?" Sam asked as Dean typed on his laptop, while Sam fed August.

"He's given us coordinates before." Dean stated.

"The man can barely work a toaster, Dean." Sam stated, holding up some mashed potatoes to August from one of the microwaved frozen meals that Dean kept buying.

"Sam, this is good news. It means he's okay— or alive." Dean said, glancing over at his brother.

"Was there a number on the caller I.d.?" Sam asked.

"It said unknown." Dean said.

"Okay, well, where do the coordinates point?"

"That's the interesting part. Rockford, Illinois." Dean told him.

"Okay, and that's interesting how?" Sam questioned, getting another small spoonful of mashed potatoes, and feeding it to the girl.

"I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this." Dean turned the laptop towards Sam.

Sam furrowed his brows a little, stepping away from Augusts high chair to look at the screen.

"This cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife, then puts the gun in his mouth, blows his brains out. Earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum." Dean explained.

August made a loud noise as she smacked her hands against her tray. Sam glanced back at her, and moved back to the chair, feeding her a small spoonful of chicken that dean had told Sam to cut up into small pieces before he fed it to August.

"I'm not following." Sam told his brother. "What does this have to do with us?"

"Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal." Dean stated as he flipped through the journal. "Let's see."

Sam fed August another spoon of chicken, then moved back beside his brother.

"Here." Dean said as he found the page. "Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths— till last week, at least. I think this is where he wants us to go." He said.

Sam scoffed, shaking his head a little.

"This is a job. Dad wants us to work a job." He stated.

"I mean, maybe we'll meet up with him. Maybe he's there." Dean said, looking up at Sam.

"Maybe he's not. I mean, he could be sending us there by ourselves to hunt this thing."

"Who cares?" Dean said, closing the journal and the laptop. "If he wants us there, it's good enough for me." He got up from his chair.

"This doesn't strike you as weird— the texting, the coordinates?" Sam questioned his brother.

"Sam. Dads telling us to go somewhere. We're going." He told him.

Sam sighed, and turned back to August, beginning to feed her the rest of her food.

~~~

Dean walked around the bar, looking for the cop. He had a baby monitor clipped to his back pocket, while the other one was in the car with August.

"You're Daniel Gunderson, right— the cop?" Dean asked as he walked up to the cop who sat at a table with a beer in his hand.

"Yeah." The man nodded.

"I'm Nigel Tufnel with the Chicago tribune." Dean told him as he sat down across from him. "Do you mind if I ask you a couple questions about your partner?"

"Yeah, I do. I'm just trying to have a beer here." The man said.

"It's okay, I won't take that long. I just want to hear the story in your words." Dean said.

"A week ago, my partner was sitting in the chair, and now he's dead. Are you gonna ambush me here?"

"Sorry, but I need to know what happened."

"Hey, buddy." Sam said as he came around the corner, grabbing Deans jacket and jerking him up out of the chair. "How about leaving the poor guy alone, huh?!" He shoved him. "The man's an officer! Why don't you show a little respect?!"

Dean stared at Sam, then turned and walked out of the bar without saying a word.

"You didn't have to do that." The man said to Sam.

"Yeah, of course I did." Sam said. "That guys a serious jerk."

Dean walked outside and headed towards the impala. He opened the back door, climbing into the backseat where August was, now awake.

"Hey, sweet girl." Dean smiled at the baby as she reached up to him with a big grin. "Uncle Sammy pushed me a little hard in there, so you better give him a piece of your mind, alright?" He told her.

August laughed, clapping her hands.

~~~

Sam came out of the bar to see Dean and August standing outside of the impala, leaning against it.

"You shoved me kind of hard in there, buddy boy." Dean said to his brother.

"I had to sell it, didn't it?" Sam stated. "It's method acting."

"Yeah, well, Auggie's gonna give you a piece of her mind about it." Dean stated.

"Oh, really?" Sam asked the baby, raising his brows at her. "What are you gonna do about it? Huh?" He asked her, getting closer and closer to her, making her grin. "You gonna give me a piece of your mind?" He asked, kissing her cheek.

August squealed and laughed, her hands going to Sam's face.

"I love you, sweetheart." He told her, kissing her nose before backing away.

Dean smiled a little, chuckling at them.

"So, what did you find out from Gunderson?" Dean asked, bouncing August in his arms.

"So, Walter Kelly was a good cop. Head of his class, even-keeled. He had a bright future ahead of him." Sam explained.

"What about at home?" Dean asked.

"He and his wife had a few fights, like everybody. But it was mostly smooth sailing. They were even talking about having kids." Sam stated.

"Alright, so either Kelly had some crazy waiting to bust out or something else did it to him." Dean stated.

"Right." Sam nodded.

"What did Gunderson tell you about the asylum?" Dean asked him.

Sam smirked.

"A lot."

~~~

Sam and Dean walked up the steps, going into the asylum while Dean held August in the baby harness.

They walked into the building, seeing things thrown everywhere and dust piled upon dust.

"So, apparently, the cops chased the kids here..." Sam started, looking around. "Went in the south wing." He gestured to some doors.

"South wing, huh?" Dean asked, pulling Johns journal out of his jacket. "Wait a second...south wing, south wing..." He trailed off.

August looked up at him as he flipped to a page in the book.

"1972, three kids broke into the south wing, only one survived. The way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place." Dean said, looking up at Sam.

"So whatever's going on, seems like south wing's the heart of it." Sam said.

"Yeah, but if kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?" Dean questioned.

Sam looked towards the doors, seeing a broken chain and lock on it. He lightly hummed.

"Looks like the doors are usually chained." He stated, walking towards them."Could've been chained up for years."

"Yeah, to keep people out." Dean started, coming towards his brother. "Or to keep something in."

Sam reached for the door, and pushed it open, it letting out a loud squeak as it went.

Sam looked at Dean, who looked back at him, August looked between them.

They started walking in, down the long hallway.

"Let me know if you see any dead people, Hailey Joel." Dean told Sam.

"Dude, enough." Sam said.

Dean chuckled, letting August hold onto his fingers.

"No, i'm serious, you gotta be careful. Ghosts are attracted to that whole esp thing you got going on."

"I told you, it's not esp. I just have strange vibes sometimes. Weird dreams." Sam told him.

"Yeah, whatever. Don't ask, don't tell." Dean said.

"You getting any reading on that thing or not?" Sam questioned as Dean held a emf meter in his hand.

"Nope. Of course it doesn't mean nobody's home." Dean stated.

"Spirits can't appear during certain hours." Sam stated.

"Yeah, the freaks come out at night." Dean said.

"Yeah." Sam said, glancing at August who was babbling to herself.

"Hey, Sam, who do you think is a hotter psychic— Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?" Dean asked.

Sam hit Deans arm making him laugh.

The Winchesters walked into another room that was messy, and dusty. August whined a little making Dean glance down at her. She was lightly squeezing his fingers, and Dean was beginning to think it wasn't such a great idea to bring her into the Asylum.

Sam coughed as Dean hit the emf meter, but it still wasn't giving any readings, so he just turned it off and shoved it back into his jacket.

Sam looked around, seeing chairs with chains on them, and a bunch of tools on old tables.

"Man." Dean started, gently laying his hand on Augusts head. "Electroshock, lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people, kind of like my man Jack in Cukoo's Nest." He said in a weird tone as he looked back at Sam.

Once Dean saw Sam not laughing or even smiling, his smile dropped. "So, what do you think? Ghosts are possessing people?"

"Maybe. Maybe it's more like Amityville or the smurl haunting." Sam stated.

"Ah, spirits driving them insane, kind of like my man Jack in The Shining." Dean said, smirking as he nudged Sam.

Sam looked over at Dean, just as August looked up at her father as well.

"Dean...when are we going to talk about it?" Sam asked.

"Talk about what?" Dean asked, lightly pulling his hand away from Augusts mouth as she tried to put his fingers in her mouth.

"About the fact that dads not here."

"Oh, uh, let's see, never." Dean told him.

"I'm being serious, man."

"So am i, Sam. He sent us here. He obviously wants us here. We'll just have to pick up the search later." Dean stated.

"It doesn't matter what he wants." Sam stated.

"See, that attitude right there, that is why I always got the extra cookie." Dean told him.

"Dad could be in trouble. We should be looking for him." Sam said, shaking his head. "We deserve some answers. This is our family." He stated.

"I understand that, Sam, but he's given us an order." Dean stated.

"We've got to always follow dads orders?" Sam questioned.

"Of course we do."

Sam gave Dean a look.

August started to whine again and Dean turned away from Sam, gently shushing the little girl.

He walked over towards a table and he started to mess with stuff. He then picked up a metal plate that had a name written on it.

"Sanford Ellicott." He read aloud. "You know what we got to do, we've got to find out more about the south wing, see if something happened here." He said to Sam, walking past him as pushing the metal plate at his chest.

Sam set it down and followed after Dean.

~~~

August babbled loudly as Dean bounced her in his arms, gently patting his hand against her mouth.

August laughed after Dean pulled his hand away. He started to do it again, making the baby girl grin happily. When Dean pulled his hand away once more, August grasped onto his hand, bringing it to her mouth.

Dean chuckled at her, and continued what he had been doing for the past five minutes to entertain August.

Eventually, Sam came out of the building they had been waiting outside of.

"Dude. You were in there forever." Dean stated to his brother as he rushed around to him with the baby in his arms. "What the hell were you talking about?" He questioned, following after him.

"Just the hospital, you know." Sam said, lightly shrugging his shoulders.

"And?" Dean asked.

"And the south wing, it's where they housed the real hard cases— the psychotics, the criminally insane."

"Sounds cozy, don't it, Auggie?" Dean said, talking to his daughter in his baby voice.

"Yeah, and one night in '64, they rioted— attacked the staff, attacked each other." Sam said.

"So, what, the patients took over the Asylum? Any deaths?" Dean asked.

"Some patients, some staff. I guess it was pretty gory. Some of the bodies were never even recovered, including our Chief of staff, Ellicott." Sam explained as they had stopped walking.

"Never recovered?" Dean asked him.

"Cops scoured every inch of the place, but I guess the patients have...stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden." He shook his head.

Dean looked down at August who looked back at him.

"Well, that's grim." He stated.

"So they transferred all the surviving patients and shut down the hospital for good." Sam stated.

"So, we've got a bunch of violent deaths and unrecovered bodies." Dean stated.

"Which could mean a bunch of angry spirits." Sam said.

"Good times. Let's check out the hospital tonight." Dean told his brother.

August whined and reached out for Sam who smiled at her, holding his hands out for her.

"She's coming to you." Dean said as he handed her over to his brother.

"Hey, sweet girl." Sam smiled as August grinned at him, reaching up to his face.

August laughed making both brothers smile.

Sam chuckled and kissed the girls head, gently bouncing her in his arms.

Thank you so much for reading!