"No, Dad was in California last we heard from him. We just thought...he comes to you for 'munitions....maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. Just, call us if you hear anything." Sam said into his cellphone as I come into their hotel room. "Thanks." Sam said then he hangs up the phone then looks up at me.

"Hey." He said. "Hey." I said back, tiredly, as Dean comes up to Sam. "Caleb hasn't heard from him?" He asked. "Nope. And neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Anything leads in there?" Sam asked Dean as I go and sit in a chair. "No, same as last time I looked. Nothing I can make out....I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like friggin' Yoda." Dean gripes.

"You know, maybe we should call the Feds. File a missing person’s." Sam said. "We've talked about this. Dad'd be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail." Dean explains. "I don't care anymore." Sam said then he looks over at me just as I rubbed my eyes. 

"(Y/n)? You alright?" He asked me and I look up at him. "Yeah...yeah...just...rough night." I said. "Nightmare? Or another vision?" Dean asked. "I-I'm not for sure..." I said as the nightmare flashes in my mind's view. Truth is I don't know...if it was a nightmare, it was way too real. And if it was a vision, then someone's in trouble.

At that moment, a cellphone rings and Dean crosses the room and starts to look for the phone. "Anyway, still can't find John?" I asked them. "No, no one knows where he is." Sam replied. "Honestly....after all that happened back in Kansas, he should've been there, boys. I mean...You said so yourself, Dean. You tried to call him and...nothing." I said to Dean as he continues to go through his duffel. "I know!" He shouts and I look down. 

"Where the hell is my cellphone?" He asked, angrily. "She's right, Dean. You know, he could be dead for all we know." Sam said and Dean looks over at us in anger. "Don't say that! He's not dead! He's – he's..." he stammers. "He's what? He's hiding? He's busy?" Sam asked as Dean finds his phone, flicks it open and reads it.

"Huh. I don't believe it." He said, quietly. "What?" Sam and I asked. "It's, uh....It's a text message. It's coordinates." Dean replied as he heads to his laptop and types away on it. "You think Dad was texting us?" Sam asked him. "He's given us coordinates before." Dean replied. "The man can barely work a toaster, Dean." Sam exclaims. "Sam, it's good news! It means he's okay, or alive at least." Dean said, excited.

"Well, was there a number on the caller ID?" I asked him. "Nah, it said unknown." Dean replied. "Well, where do the coordinates point?" I asked as he finally gets results. "That's the interesting part. Rockford, Illinois." Dean replied. "Ok, and that's interesting how?" Sam asked. "I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this." Dean said and he pulls up a report where it showed a picture of a man and the news article attached to it.

"This cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife, then puts the gun in his mouth, blows his brains out. And earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum." Dean said as my eyes widen while I stare at the picture in shock. "Okay, I'm not following. What has this have to do with us?" Sam asked as I stumbled back in my chair. "Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal. Let’s see...Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths – till last week at least." Dean said then he looks over at me.

"(Y/n)? You sure you're okay?" He asked me as I placed my hand over my mouth. "That..." I said as I point at the report. "That just confirmed that I had another vision last night." I whispered and the boys look over at me with concern. "Wait, what do you mean?" Dean asked. "I mean, I had a vision of that guy killing his wife. It was...it felt so real...like I was there with them..." I said as the vision of the guy's wife asking him if he was still mad at him for the fight they had and then him bringing up his gun and shooting her, point blank. Then he turned the gun on himself but I woke up before he pulled the trigger.

Sam comes up to me and places his hands on my shoulder as I take a deep breath. "Call me crazy, boys, but...I think that's where John wants us to go. And I think we should go." I said as Sam snorts at this. "This is a job...Dad wants us to work a job." He grumbles. "Well, maybe we'll meet up with him? Maybe he's there?" Dean said, hopeful.

"Maybe he's not? I mean, he could be sending us there, by ourselves, to hunt this thing." Sam argues. "Who cares! If he wants us there, it's good enough for me!" Dean yells. "This doesn't strike you as weird? The texting? The coordinates? (Y/n)'s vision?" Sam asked. "Sam! Dad's tellin' us to go somewhere, we're goin'." Dean said and Sam sighs.

"You're Daniel Gunderson. You're a cop, right?" Dean asked the officer as he walks up to him in a bar. "Yeah." Gunderson said. "Huh. I'm uh, Nigel Tufnel, The Chicago Tribune. Mind if I ask you a couple of questions, about your partner?" Dean asked him while Sam and I watch from afar. "Yeah, I do. I'm just tryin' to have a beer here." Gunderson said, defensively.

"That's okay, I swear it won't take that long. I just want to get the story in your words." Dean said and Gunderson sighs. "A week ago, my partner was sitting in that chair. Now he's dead. You gonna ambush me here?" He asked Dean. "Sorry. But I need to know what happened." Dean said and Sam and I rolled our eyes then we go over to him and Sam pushes Dean aside roughly.

"Hey buddy, why don't you leave the poor guy alone!" Sam said to him. "Yeah. The man's an officer! Why dontcha show a little respect!" I yelled as Sam starts to drag Dean away while Gunderson look over at me.

"You and your boyfriend didn't havta do that." Gunderson said and I laugh as I take the seat across from him. "Oh he's not my boyfriend, that's my cousin. And of course we did. That other guy's a serious jerk. Let me buy you a beer, huh?" I said as I give him a wink then I look at barman. "Two?" I said and the Barman nods. "Thanks." Gunderson said to me and I nodded at him.

Later, I walk out of the bar to see the boys sitting nearby the car. "You done flirting in there?" Dean asked and I rolled my eyes. "Hey, you're not the only one who can flirt their way out for information." I said to him and he rolls his eyes.

"What'd you find out from Gunderson?" Sam asked me. "So, Walter Kelly was a good cop. Head of his class, even-keeled, he had a bright future ahead of him." I replied. "What about at home?" Dean asked. "He and his wife had a few fights, like everybody, but he was mostly smooth sailing. They were even talking about having kids." I said, shrugging slightly.

"Alright, so either Kelly had some deep-seated crazy waiting to bust out, or something else did it to him." Dean said. "Right." I said, pointing at him briefly. "What'd Gunderson tell you about the asylum?" Sam asked and I give them a smirk. "A lot." I replied.

That night, we jumped over the tall chain linked fence at the asylum and enter the building. "So apparently the cops chased the kids here....into the south wing." I explained as I indicate a sign over one door. "South wing, huh? Wait a second." Dean said and he flips through John's journal. "1972. Three kids broke into the south wing, only one survived. Way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place." said Dean.

"So whatever's going on, the south wing is the heart of it." Sam said. "But if the kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?" I asked and Sam looks around then he points out a broken chain. "Looks like the doors are usually chained. Could've been chained up for years." He points out. "Yeah, to keep people out. Or to keep something in." Dean said and the three of us share a look then Sam slowly pushes the door open.

We walked down a hallway when Dean turns to me. "Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel." He said and I sighed at this. "Dude, enough." Sam said, exasperated. "I'm serious. You two gotta be careful, all right? Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing both of you got going on." Dean said. "We told you, it's not ESP!" Sam exclaims at him. "Yeah, we just have strange vibes sometimes. Weird dreams or visions." I added. "Yeah, whatever. Don't ask, don't tell." Dean grumbles as he waves his EMF meter around.

"You get any reading on that thing or not?" I asked Dean. "Nope. Of course, it doesn't mean no one's home." Dean replied. "Spirits can't appear during certain hours of the day." Sam replied. "Yeah, the freaks come out at night." Dean grumbles. "Yeah." Sam and I said in unison as we continued down the hallway.

"Hey Sam, who do you think is the hotter psychic: Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, (y/n) or you?" Dean asked, deadpan. Sam and I turned to him and I push Dean as he laughs.

We enter another room and look around as Dean whistles. "Man. Electro-shock. Lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kinda like my man Jack in Cuckoo's Nest." He said then he makes crazy eyes and grins at us. "Oh look, Sam! Your brother would fit in this place perfectly." I said pointing at Dean's face. Sam chuckles under his breath while Dean's smile drops.

Then we look around some more. "So. Whaddaya think? Ghosts possessing people?" Dean asked us. "Maybe." Sam said. "Or maybe it's more like Amityville, or the Smurl hunting." I said. "Spirits driving them insane. Kinda like my man Jack in The Shining." Dean said, smiling, and I shake my head at him.

"Dean." Sam said and Dean looks at him. "When are we going to talk about it?" Sam asked Dean. "Talk about what?" He asked. "About the fact Dad's not here." Sam replied. "Oh. I see. How ’bout...never." Dean said and Sam sighs. "I'm being serious, man. He sent us here..." 

"So am I, Sam. Look, he sent us here, he obviously wants us here. We'll pick up the search later." Dean said. "It doesn't matter what he wants." Sam said, exasperated.  See. That attitude? Right there?" Dean said as he points at Sam. "That is why I always get the extra cookie." He said and I sighed.

"Dean, your dad could be in trouble, we should be looking for him." I said. "She's right. We deserve some answers, Dean. I mean, this is our family we're talking about." Sam said. "I understand that, Sam, but he's given us an order." Dean replied. "So what, we gotta always follow Dad's orders?" Sam asked him. "Of course we do." Dean said and Sam gives Dean a frustrated face. Dean stares at him then turns away, ending the conversation.

Sam sighs again then looks over at me. I shrug and shake my head as Dean starts to poke around then picks up a sign. "Sanford Ellicott...You know what we gotta do. We gotta find out more about the south wing. See if something happened here." He said and he walks away, leaving the sign with Sam and I.

Few days later, Dean and I were leaning against the glass windows next to the door of the Clinical Psychiatry. Sam was inside, pretending to go in for an appointment with James Ellicott. And he had been inside for a good while. "God! What's taking so long?" Dean asked, annoyed. "I guess getting information is taking longer than we..." I started to say when Sam walks past us. We catch up and match his pace as we call out to him.

"Sam!" I shouted. "Dude!" Dean said and Sam stops and turns to us. "You were in there forever. What the hell were you talking about?" He asked Sam. "Just the hospital, you know." Sam said, shrugging, while I give him a curious look. "And...?" I said, folding my arms. "And the south wing? It's where the housed the really hard cases. The psychotics, the criminally insane." Sam said. "Sounds cozy." Dean said with sarcasm.
"Yeah. And one night in '64, they rioted. Attacked staff. Attacked each other." Sam said. "So the patients took over the asylum?" I asked, curiously. "Apparently." Sam said, nodding.

"Any deaths?" Dean asked him. "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 said. "Whaddaya mean, never recovered?" I asked him. "Cops scoured every inch of the place but I guess the patients must've...stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden." Sam replied.

"That's grim." Dean said. "Yeah. So, they transfered all the remaining patients and closed the hospital down." Sam said. "So, to sum it up, we've got a bunch of violent deaths and a bunch of unrecovered bodies." I said and Sam nods. "And a bunch of angry spirits." He added. "Good times." I said, sarcastically. "Let's check out the hospital tonight." Dean said to us and Sam and I nod in agreement.