Sam, Gavin, and Kat were standing around in the hallway as they waited for Mackenzie to come back with Dean. They had been waiting close to thirty minutes when they heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall toward them.

"Did you hear that?" Kat whispered to the two men.

"Something is coming," Gavin said, then looked over at Sam who was holding a shotgun. "Shouldn't you be shooting it?"

"Hold on." Sam held up a hand telling them to be quiet.

Sam was about to pull the trigger when Dean came around the corner, he looked at the three and instantly realized someone was missing from the group.

"What are you all still doing here? Where's Kenzie?" Dean asked as a worried look appeared on his face.

"She went to the basement looking for you when you called," Sam explained.

"Wait, what? I never called." Dean scoffed, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

"It was you, we all heard it," Kat said, as Gavin nodded his head in agreement.

"Even if I did call, why the hell would you let her go off alone, Sam?" Dean shot his brother an angry look.

"We figured it was best someone stayed here, so we 'rock paper scissors' for it and she lost," Sam explained.

"Rock, paper, scissors..." Dean quietly repeated before he blew up. "Are you frigging kidding me? I don't care who lost, you shouldn't have let her go alone!"

Looking away from the others for a moment, Dean ran a hand over his face and tried to get control of his emotions. It wouldn't do anyone any good if he let his emotions rule him instead of using his head. Besides, he knew she was a good hunter; he had seen that firsthand, and he knew she would make good decisions, but what if that wasn't enough? What if something got the jump on her and no one was there to back her up?

Looking back at his brother, he asked, "You said basement, huh?"

"Yeah," Sam answered and noticed the concerned look on his brother's face deepen. "Look, Dean, I know you're worried, but she can handle herself. She's a good hunter."

Dean didn't comment on the statement as he grabbed some extra weapons out of the bag. "I'm going to go find her, stay here."

Sam stood silent and watched his brother rush down the hallway. He knew it wouldn't have done any good to stop him- no one could have stopped him when it came to Mackenzie. Shaking his head for a moment, he wondered for the millionth time just what the hell was going on between those two.

He didn't understand why they acted like they couldn't stand each other sometimes when it was obvious they felt something for each other. In his opinion, the hostility he had seen between them at times was covering up a lot of hurt feelings. You didn't have that type of 'hate' unless there had been some deep feelings at some point.

After leaving the others, Dean searched the first level in case she was on her way back toward them, but after not seeing her in any of the long halls or inside one of the many creepy rooms, he made his way down to the basement. He swept the flashlight across the room, calling out her name, and felt his heart race with worry the longer she was silent.

Hearing a small shuffling noise behind him, he quickly turned around and pulled in a sharp breath when he saw her standing in front of him without a scratch on her.

"Damn it, Kenzie! Don't you know how to answer when someone calls you?" Dean called out. His eyes roamed over her, wanting to make sure she wasn't hurt, his tone soft as he questioned, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Her arms rested down by her sides.

He kept his eyes on her and thought about reaching out to touch her, but decided not to push his luck. "You know that wasn't me who called, right?"

"Yeah, I know that now, I think something was trying to lure one of us down here."

"I think I know who...Dr. Ellicott. That's what the spirits have been trying to tell us." He glanced around for a moment, before looking back at her. "You haven't seen him have you?"

"No. How do you know it was him?"

"'Cause I found his log book. Apparently, he was experimenting on his patients, awful stuff."

"But it was the patients who rioted," she pointed out confused.

"Yeah. They were rioting against Dr. Ellicott," he explained. "Dr. Feelgood was working on some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy. He thought that if he could get his patients to vent their anger then they would be cured of it. Instead, it only made them worse and worse and angrier and angrier."

He thought to himself for a moment. "So I'm thinking what if his spirit is doing the same thing? To the cop? To the kids in the 70s, making them so angry they become homicidal."

As she blankly stared at him- which actually worried him a bit, he added, "Come on, we gotta find his bones and torch 'em."

"How? The police never found his body," she reminded him.

"The log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere where he'd work on his patients, so, if I was a patient I'd drag his ass down here, do a little work on him myself."

"That's crazy," she softly said in thought.

"I agree." He nodded, then looked at her closely again, noticing the vacant look in her eyes. He wanted to ask if she was okay again but knew she would just lie and say she was fine- so he did the only thing he knew, he stuck to the case.

He nodded off to the side. "Now come on, let's go find the hidden room. I'll text Sam and tell him where to meet us."

"Okay," she mumbled.

Turning around, Dean walked over to another door and opened it, he looked back at Mackenzie and nodded his head toward the room, telling her to follow him.

As Dean sent Sam a quick text with their location, Mackenzie spoke, "I told you I looked everywhere. I didn't find a hidden room."

"Well, that's why they call it hidden..." Dean began to say until he heard a sound of wind. He glanced around for a moment, trying to find where it was coming from. "Did you hear that?"

"What?" she asked confused.

Walking over toward the noise, he kneeled down and held out a hand toward a wall, feeling air against his hand from a small hole. Scooting closer to get a better look, he announced, "There's a door here."

"Dean." Her hands slightly shook as she raised the gun. "Step away from the door."

He stood up and turned to face her. The first thing he noticed was the trickle of blood coming from her nose; the second, a gun pointed at him.

"Kenz...put down the gun."

"Is that an order?" She scoffed as an angry look appeared on her face.

"Nah, it's more of a friendly request," Dean tried to joke as he let out an uncomfortable laugh.

"I am so tired of orders and people telling me what to do," she fumed.

"I knew it. Ellicott did something to you," he said, with a sad shake of the head. He knew this wasn't the real Mackenzie talking- no matter what she said, he had to keep reminding himself that.

"Just shut up!" She took a step closer to him, the gun still pointed at him.

"What are you gonna do, Kenz?" he questioned. "Gun's filled with rock salt. It's not gonna kill me."

"No, but it'll hurt like hell." She pulled the trigger and shot him in the chest, causing him to fly back through the hidden door before falling to the floor with a groan.

Walking over toward where he landed, she stood over him, watching him gasp for breath with a pained look on his face. He laid a hand on his chest and let out a groan before his eyes landed on her.

"We gotta burn Ellicott's bones and all this will be over, and you'll be back to normal."

"I am normal. I'm just telling you the truth. I mean, why are we even here?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "'Cause you're following John's orders like a good little soldier? Because you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?"

She scoffed and shot him a look like he was some disgusting bug she wanted to squash with her shoe.

"It's really pathetic Dean, I mean your dad is an asshole. Who cares what he thinks anyway."

"You have a lot of room to talk, your dad is the king of assholes," he pointed out, his tone angry as he tried to sit up. He was trying not to lose his temper with her, he knew it wasn't her fault- she was possessed, but damn if she knew which buttons to push to get a reaction from him.

"Yeah, you're right, he was but at least I knew that and I got away. You're still doing whatever John says...and he's not even here!" she exclaimed as he fell back against the floor in pain. As a thought crossed her mind, she lowered her eyebrows in thought, her tone low as she wondered, "Maybe that's why you didn't show up...maybe John told you not to."

"Show up where?" he asked confused.

"Don't play dumb, Dean, you know exactly what I'm talking about." She pointed the shotgun at him again.

"So what are you gonna do, huh, Kenzie? Are you gonna kill me?" he asked, hoping to get through to her. "After all we've been through, after everything we shared. That-That bond we are both trying so hard to ignore...after all that, you're just going to kill me?"

"That was in the past, Dean, you had your chance but you ran," she said, not fazed by his words or the look he was giving her. She knew exactly what he was trying to do.

Dean lowered his eyebrows in confusion and looked up at her. He had no idea what she was talking about- he never ran from her. She was the one who ran off with her father instead of leaving with him when he asked.

"Well, hey, if you really want to kill me, I'll make it easier for you." He held out a handgun toward her. "Come on, take it. Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt."

Mackenzie looked at the gun, then looked into his eyes as she hesitated for a moment. Deep down she knew she never wanted to kill him, but she felt this need to do it and she couldn't understand why. It was like she had no control over her own body.

"Take it!" he yelled out as she stood frozen in place trying to fight the dark thoughts racing through her mind.

She didn't want to do it, but she couldn't stop herself from taking the gun from him. Standing over him, she pointed it at him as he let out a pained groan- still trying to recover from when she shot him earlier.

"You hate me that much? You think you could just forget our past and kill me?" he questioned. "Then go ahead. Pull the trigger. Do it!"

Without thinking twice, Mackenzie pulled the trigger but was surprised when nothing happened. With a confused look on her face, she continued to pull the trigger until she realized the chamber was empty.

"What the hell?" She looked down at the gun, the confusion still evident on her face.

"I'm not going to give you a loaded pistol." Dean scoffed as he shakily stood up from the floor, causing her to take a step back.

When he heard Sam calling out to them, distracting her for a moment, he sprang into action- knocking the gun out of her hand, then wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her tight against his sore chest.

"In here, Sammy, quick," Dean called out to his brother as he struggled to hold her.

"What happened?" Sam ran into the room, seeing his brother holding Mackenzie as she let out an unnatural roar and tried desperately to get away.

"I'll explain later. Just find Dr. Ellicott and burn him," Dean called out.

Sam glanced around the room, checking every dark corner and behind every old ratty curtain hanging in the room. Coming across a closed cupboard, he saw something sticking out of one of the corners. Squatting down in front of it, he opened the door and gagged when Dr. Ellicott's mummified corpse fell out of the cupboard and onto the floor.

Lowing the bag from his shoulder, he reached inside and grabbed a salt container and a small tin of kerosene. After pouring salt over the body, he began to pour the kerosene to soak the corpse before he grabbed a lighter to set it ablaze.

"Sam, look out!" Dean warned as a gurney flew across the room toward him.

Sam tried to move out of the way but was too late as the gurney hit him and knocked him to the floor. He let out a groan and planned to sit up, but before he could, Dr. Ellicott appeared in front of him and placed his hands on either side of his head.

"Don't be afraid. I'm going to help you. I'm going to make you all better," Dr. Ellicott said.

"Sam! Sam, grab the lighter. Quick!" Dean yelled as the constant wiggling around was making it hard to hold on to Mackenzie.

With Dr. Ellicott still holding his head, Sam stretched out his arm toward the bag, he breathed a sigh of relief when his hand closed over the lighter. He quickly lit it and tossed it toward the corpse. He slid back across the floor away from Dr. Ellicott's ghost when he burst into flames, then crumbled to the floor. Once Dr. Ellicott was gone, Mackenzie went limp in Dean's arms.

Looking over at them, Sam stood up from the floor with a concerned look on his face, then took a step toward them. "Are you two okay?"

"Yeah." Dean slowly lowered his arms from around Mackenzie and saw her take a few stumbling steps away from him.

"You're not going to try and kill me are you?" Dean watched her closely- waiting to see what she would do next.

"No." Mackenzie shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dean was aware of his brother standing beside him and knew he wanted the full story, but he couldn't look away from her.

The two wore identical expressions as they wondered if they should say something to each other, but at the time were too scared to speak. She knew she needed to apologize for her behavior, while he wanted answers to the things she said, but he was more worried about pushing her away to ask the questions.

Clearing his throat, Sam broke the silence, "We better get back to Gavin and Kat."

Mackenzie nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah, plus, I'm so over this place."

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As the sun began to rise, chasing away the darkness, Sam, Dean, and Mackenzie led the young couple outside and over to their car. Mackenzie wrapped her arms around herself with Sam standing beside her with his hands in his front pants pockets. Dean stood in front of them as he spoke to Gavin and Kat, warning them never to go to a haunted asylum again.

The young couple had no problem agreeing to that request, then made their way to their car and quickly drove away. Dean turned around, his eyes landing on Mackenzie first, but she quickly looked away to avoid him. She felt horrible for the things she said and for trying to kill him- she wasn't sure if he could ever forgive her and she didn't blame him, because she couldn't even forgive herself.

Without a word, the trio got into their car and Dean silently drove them to the motel. As the brothers went into their room, Mackenzie went into hers to take a quick shower. She didn't stay under the hot water for long, between the case and being possessed, she was beyond tired and drained.

After walking out of the bathroom in a towel, a billow of steam spilling out of the room, she made her way over to her bag sitting on the bed. She dug out her most comfortable pajama bottoms and a tank top to change into, then toss the duffel bag on to the floor before grabbing the blanket to pull it back.

All she could think about was laying down to rest her tired body and hopefully sleep at least half the day away, but before she could, she heard a light knock at the door. Letting out a tired sigh, she walked over to the door and glanced out the peephole.

Taking a small step back, she blew out a breath and chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, before reaching out to open the door and coming face to face with Dean.

"Hey," he softly said.

"Hey," she said back, her tone matching his.

"Can I come in?" he asked nervously after a few silent minutes.

"Sure." She stepped aside and opened the door wider for him.

"I thought maybe we should talk." He turned to face her after he entered the room.

"I'm sorry about everything I said, Dean. I remember everything, but it's like I couldn't control it and I didn't even mean any of it," she spilled out, knowing he deserved to know that.

"It's okay," he said, brushing it off.

"No, it's not." She took a step toward him. "I said some pretty awful things and the worse of it all...I even tried to kill you." She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. "I mean after everything, no matter how pissed you made me, I never wanted to kill you, Dean."

Taking a step of his own, he couldn't stop himself from asking the question that has plagued his mind for a while. "Kenz, why are you so pissed at me? I mean, I know why I'm pissed at you, but why are you pissed at me?"

She let out a long tired sigh and gave him a short shake of the head. "This is so not the time to get into that."

"No, seriously, we need to talk about this," he argued.

When she went to turn away from him, he grabbed her arms and turned her back to face him. "Back at the asylum you mentioned something about me not showing up and running away; what were you talking about?"

"Dean, please, I am too tired to get into it all right now. Being possessed or whatever by a creepy ass old doctor takes a lot out of you," she stated, before pleading, "So please, just back off."

Blowing out an annoyed breath, he tilted his head back to look at the ceiling for a moment before lowering it to look at her again.

He wanted answers- a part of him wanted to push her for those answers, but he knew the more he pushed, the more she would be closed off. Things were still tense between them and forcing the issue would just make things worse, when honestly, he was tired of this- he didn't mind the playful banter, but he hated fighting with her and wanted to get to a good place with her.

"Fine. I'll drop it for now." He held up his hands for a moment. "But one day, and one day soon, you will open up to me, Kenz."

"I will, just not today," she said.

She knew there would come a time that they needed to get everything out in the open, but she figured it would be a long, drawn out, emotional talk and she wasn't strong enough for that now. All it would take was one more look or soft touch and she would crumble into his arms and forget everything, only she wasn't ready to forgive him, at least not yet.

"Well, I'll see you later then." His shoulders dropped slightly in disappointment as he walked over to the door.

Once he was gone, she felt like she couldn't move as she stared at the closed door. For a moment, she thought about jerking it open and chasing him down; for a moment she felt the need to be comforted by him.

She could already imagine them laying in the bed together; his warm body pressed against her, his strong arms wrapped around her and listening to his beating heart as she rested her head on his chest- maybe they could even forget the past and just be in the moment together.

It was a nice thought, but she knew it wouldn't solve anything. Once the moment was over, the pain would still be there- she would still remember the hurt she felt when he didn't show up. She knew it was best to keep her distance.

With that thought in mind, she turned away from the door and headed over toward the bed- all she needed was some sleep. Once she had her sleep, she could think straight again and not make any horrible mistakes. Once she was rested, then she could put that wall back up and keep her distance.

As she reached out for the blanket again, she heard another knock, causing her to let out an annoyed groan. That man just didn't learn.

After taking a few angry steps across the floor, she jerked the door open, ready to give Dean a piece of her mind.

"Damn it, Dean! I said not now..."

Her voice trailed off, her eyebrows lowered in confusion, when she saw a beautiful slim girl standing in front of her. The girl had long brown hair and familiar eyes- they were the same ones Mackenzie saw every time she looked in the mirror.

A smile appeared on the girl's face. "Hi, sis."

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A/N; Hmm, wonder who this could be? lol. I hope you all enjoyed my take on one of the episodes, it was really fun and I plan to add many more to this story.

Thank you to everyone reading!

Happy reading!
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