I got out of the main ward, and walked through the hallway, trying to figure out where my Mother's voice was coming from. But since leaving the ward, it had faded like a distant memory. I felt cold, colder than I should be.

I aimlessly walked through the hallway, and noticed that it was empty of life. I stopped in my tracks as if I felt eyes upon me. I turn my head behind to see no one in sight. Twisting my head back around, I was met with a sight I could never forget. No matter how I tried.

It was that of the tree my Mother was hanging on. The fog was thick, but the tree stood tall and visible to me. As if on cue, a body appeared from behind, a thick rope around their neck, as they swung forward. They swung back and forth, but I knew who it was.

"Abigael," my name was spoken, an eerie sound, more like a whisper echoing out in the forest. I couldn't bear to watch any longer and turn on the spot. But my sight was met with my mothers lifeless eyes, they looked glassy as if she wasn't all here and dead to the world. Her skin gray drained of life, wearing the same outfit all those centuries ago.

"My daughter," she said with an emotionless expression. No shift in tone, or emitting any emotion from her voice. "You disappoint me," I was stunned by the words she spoke. I knew it wasn't real, but at the same time it felt so real. "You should be the one who died. Not me," the words cut deep, and struck my heart. I always felt guilty about my Mother's death. Even to this day, I blame my actions.

"You-You're not real," I stumble out the words, but my eyes could not move from her lifeless gaze. "You're not real," I repeated the word, and closed my eyes tightly. Suddenly, I felt a touch to my shoulder, and I snapped open my eyes to be faced with the hallway that I was in, but now it wasn't empty.

"Nurse Halliwell, are you alright?" One of the orderlies spoke, making me connect with their concerned gaze.

"Fine," was my reply, with a tight lipped smile. I quickly walked away from the eyes of the orderly, and that of multiple patients. Was I finally losing my grip on reality? Have I finally lost it? Very unlikely. I should have just used an illusion spell to make me only visible to the boys, but then they would totally think they were crazy. I hugged myself as I continued to walk down the hallway. I needed to find the boys.

After wandering the different hallways, I could see Dean coming down with a group of other patients. His gown tied, and his hand buried deep in the pockets. I made my way past the patients just as Dean raised his head and met my gaze. However, at the same time, Sam came out of a nearby room.

"Dean, Hey," Dean turns around to face his brother, as I just came to stand next to Dean who looked a bit weird. "You ok?" Sam questioned, frowning his eyebrows at Dean.

"I just got 'thraped'," he announces, meaning he just got schooled by one of the psychologists here. "So, no, I am not ok. Tell me you found something," Dean was eager to kill this thing, and bolt.

"Yeah. A guy says he saw the creature. We should talk to him. Want to meet back here in an hour?" Sam's eyes flicked between me and his brother, wanting me to be included in this.

"Yeah. The sooner we take care of this thing, the sooner we can get gone. This place gives me the creeps," Dean states, as I agreed with him.

"Never again," I announce, watching Dean turn on his heels, but at the same time a girl was standing behind him. I jolted slightly back, stunned at her being so close to us and I didn't even sense it. She stares at Dean for a moment, and quickly leans in, and begins to kiss him. I could hear their lips mushing together, releasing that kissing sound. My eyes flicked to Sam, as he met my gaze, but he just shrugged, not having a clue what was happening.

"Hi," I heard her say, as they pulled back from one another.

"Hi," Dean spoke with a charm in his voice.

"I'm Wendy," she introduced, but that was literally it. With a sparkly of lust in her eyes, she walks around Dean, but quickly slaps his bottom, and then simply walks away without another word.

"Maybe this place isn't so bad after all," Dean states with a grin upon his face.

"Dude... You cannot hit that," Sam was making it perfectly clear that he could not have a sexual relationship with a mental case.

"Oh, so torn," I rolled my eyes at his statement, and used the back of my right hand to hit him in the chest.

"Do not," I warned him with a stern gaze. "Because you do not want the crazies. Believe me," living so long, you tend to get a crazy one now and then. The boys looked at me with a raised eyebrow each, wanting to question what I had said. "An hour, don't be late," my eyes cocked between the boys once again. They nodded their heads, and I spun on the heels to walk away.

At the end of the hallway, my eyes were set upon my Mother once again. In this light she was paler, eyes glassy, and dull of color. I stopped immediately in my tracks, and just stared at her. But at the same time, I knew the boys would also stare. I had to soldier on, face the music - so to speak. I took each step with care, trying not to lock eyes with her, but it was hard not too. She was my Mother...

I turned the corner, and once I was out of view of the Winchesters, I rushed down the way. Not cocking my head back to look at her. In my rush to get out of there, I bump into Nurse Foreman, and she goes in a squeak. Luckily, we didn't tumble over one another.

"You ok sugar?" She asks politely, with a sweet smile but has concern written all over her face.

"Ye-yeah," I stumbled the words out, cocking my head swiftly behind, but there was nothing there. "I'm fine," I reconnected my gaze with hers.

"You don't look fine," she reaches her hand up, and uses the back of her hand to touch my forehead. "You have a slight temperature," she coos, as if feeling sorry for me. "If you don't feel well, I can cover for you," she states, dropping her hand from my forehead after a good five seconds. All I could was nod my head to her, as she smiled sweetly to me. I passed her and headed to the nurses station, where they went to relax and eat. As I entered, it was not the room I expected but the Salem forest, the tree where my Mother was hung. I inhaled in a deep breath, and I could smell and taste the death that lingered through the air that day.

In the distance, I could see my mother, her back was to me, and her head tilted up to look at the tree she was hung from. I took small steps closer, inching closer, knowing in my mind it wasn't real, but I could feel the air on my skin. The smell, taste, as if I was actually back there.

"Mo-Mother," my words were quiet, but she heard me, shifting from one foot to the other.

"My bastard daughter," she didn't turn around to face me. "How you still disappoint me, even in death. You've tarnished our name, sully my goodness by the wickedness you have spread over the centuries. Murdering innocent men, women and children for fun," with the words flowing freely, not once did her voice raise in anger, but the disappointment, the disgust in her tone was there.

"They murdered you," my voice was raised every so slightly. "The mortals. Only because the Grand Coven feared us," I noticed she took the information in, and spun around she pale as ever, and those gray eyes, drained of life that once was held in them.

"No. You killed me. You alone caused all of this," her words yet cut deep, because there was truth behind it. "Since the day you were born, I wanted nothing more than to rid the world of the evil you are," tears began to swell in my eyes. "You are a monster, an abomination that should have never been. Pauline was right, but I was too weak to do it!" Her voice had now changed to anger, and rage almost. Tears rolled down my face, but I turned to look away. However, in a blink of an eye she was right in front of me, and gripped my cheeks, and forced me to look at her. "They will never be friends with the likes of you," I knew straight away who she was talking about. Dean and Sam. "They will fear you, and hunt you. Because monsters are meant to be hunted,"

"No," I spoke quietly, as the tears kept streaming.

"You really think Dean will allow you to travel with them? You are the reason he hunts things like you!" She spat through the clench teeth. I remained silent, because it was the truth. In a blink of an eye, I was now at the base of the tree, roped tied my hands back, and also held around my neck. It was tight, I could feel the material rub against my skin as I moved.

"The end you deserve, and always deserve," my mother spoke in disgust, but it broke my heart. She raised her arm up, and swiftly slung it down, and the bucket under me was magically kicked, and the rope hanged me. I began to choke, the black dots quickly invading my vision. Powerless to do anything. The last face I saw was my mother's and she was smiling, pleased in my demise. As blackness surrounded me...

Suddenly, I gasped for air, and my eyes adjusted to that of the Nurse's station. I was a bit high, due to the fact I was standing on the table. I felt the tears falling down my cheeks, and the sweat from my forehead. My breathing was erratic, and heavy. Luck was on my side, as no one was in the room with me. They would surely think I was a crazy woman. I was stunned, and took a few moments to actually move myself.

Whatever was happening. I did not like it one bit...

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