"Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Ellen." Sam said into his phone as I look at the wall in my safehouse that we decided to stay in. The wall was covered in maps, hand-written notes and missing posters showing Ava's face.

I sighed as Dean comes into the building, holding a drink carrier with our coffee. "What'd she have to say?" Dean asked Sam. "Oh, she's got nothing. We've been checking every database we can think of—federal, state, and local. No one's heard anything about Ava, she just...into thin air, you know?" Sam said as Dean hands over mine and Sam's cup of coffee.

"What about you?" I asked Dean. "No, same as before. Sorry, guys." Dean said and I look down, sadly. "Ellen did have one thing. A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut. Two freak accidents in the past three weeks." Sam said. "Yeah? What's that have to do with Ava?" Dean asked as I give Sam a curious look.

"It's a job. I mean, a lady drowned in the bathtub; then a few days ago a guy falls down the stairs, head turns a complete one-eighty. Which isn't exactly normal, you know?" Sam said and Dean gives him a curious look. "Look, I don't know, Dean, it might be nothing, but I told Ellen we'd think about checking it out." Sam said.

"You did?" Dean asked, surprised. "Yeah. You seem surprised." Sam said, curiously. "Well yeah, it's just, you know...not the, uh, patented Sam Winchester way, is it?" Dean said and Sam gives an exasperated look towards him.

"What way is that?" He asked, mildly challenging. "I just figured after Ava there'd be, uh, you know, more angst and droopy music and staring out the rainy windows, and--" Dean said as Sam gives him a look. "Yeah, I'll shut up now." he mutters.

"Look. (Y/n) and I are the ones who told her to go back home. Now her fiancé's dead and some demon has taken her off to God knows where. You know? But we've been looking for a month now, and we've got nothing. So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not going to let other people die either. We've got to save as many people as we can." Sam said and I give a small smile towards him.

"That was beautiful, Sammy." I said, faking tears. "Yeah, that attitude is just way too healthy for me, and I'm officially uncomfortable now. Thank you." Dean said and Sam ducks his head and laughs while I shake my head, smiling. "All right, call Ellen. Tell her we'll take it." Dean said to Sam and he nods.

We park the Impala in front of the inn, which looked like something out of a horror movie. You know the kind, the ones that look grand and beautiful and creepy all at the same time.

Dean gets out of the driver's side and looks at the building. "Dude, this is sweet. I never get to work jobs like this." Dean said. "Like what?" I asked as Sam and I get out of the car. "Old school haunted houses, you know? Fog, and secret passageways...sissy British accents. Might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside." Dean said then he closes his eyes briefly. "Mmm, Daphne. Love her." He said and I shake my head.

As we go up the steps, Sam notices an urn on the side of the porch. "Hey, wait a sec." He said as he inspects it more closely. "I'm not so sure haunted's the problem." Sam said. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "You see this pattern here?" He said as I come up to him and see him tapping at a five-point symbol engraved in the urn.

"That's a quincunx, that's a five-spot." Sam said. "Five-spot." Dean and I said, questioning. "Yeah." Sam replied. "That's used for hoodoo spellwork, isn't it?" I asked and Sam nods. "Right, yeah. You fill this thing with bloodweed and you've got a powerful charm to ward off enemies." Sam explains. "Yeah, except I don't see any bloodweed. Don't you think this place is a little too, uh, whitemeat for hoodoo?" Dean asked and Sam shrugs. "Maybe." He said.

As we enter, looking around at the quiet interior, a woman enters briskly. "May I help you?" She asked us. "Hi, yeah, I'd like a couple rooms for a couple of nights." Dean said to her as Sam and I move in and a little girl darts in front of our legs. "Hey!" The woman shouted at the girl then she turns to me and Sam. "Sorry about that." She said, apologetically.

"No problem." Sam said and I nod. "Yeah, that's fine." I said and the woman looks between us. "Well, um, congratulations, you could be some of our final guests." She said and we give her a curious look. "Well...Sounds vaguely ominous." Dean said. "No, I'm sorry, I mean we're closing at the end of the month." She said then she looks between us.

"So...is it you two or...?" The woman asked as she gestures between Dean and Sam, this makes me chuckle. "No, it's me and him." I said as I take Dean's arm. "These two are brothers and we're just on a cross-country trip together." I said. "Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry. So, one king size and a single for the other room." She said and I nod at her.

"It's okay." I said. "You know, you have a really, really interesting urn on the front porch. Where did you get that?" Sam asked her as Dean pays for the rooms. "Oh, I have no idea, it's been there forever." The woman said as she hands two keys to Dean. "Here you go, Mr. Mahagov." She said. "Thanks." Dean said and the woman dings the bell.

"You two will be staying in room 237. And he will be staying in room 238. Sherwin, could you show these three to their rooms?" The woman said and we turn to see an old, balding man in a black blazer shuffling up behind him.

Sometime later, Sherwin drags Dean's clunking duffel bag behind him, up the steps, as we follow. "I could give you a hand with that bag." Dean said to him. "I got it." Sherwin said. "Okay." Dean said.

"So the hotel's closing up, huh?" Sam asked him. "Yep. Miss Susan tried to make a go of it, but the guests just don't come like they used to. Still, it's a damn shame." He said to us. "Oh yeah?" I asked him. "It may not look it anymore, but this place was a palace. Two different vice-presidents laid their heads on our pillows. My parents worked here, I practically grew up here. Gonna miss it. Here's your room." Sherwin said as he slips the key in the lock and opens the door, handing the key to me as I brush past him.

"And your room is here." Sherwin said as he turns to Sam and leads him into the room next to ours. Dean turns to shut the door and Sherwin comes back to our door, his hand extended expectantly. "You're not gonna...cheap out on me, are you, boy?" He said to Dean and I chuckle as Dean pulls out his wallet.

Later, Sam had come in our room and starts sifting through papers. I help him as Dean paces around the room. "What the—" Dean said, shocked. "What?" Sam asked. "That's normal." Dean said and he gestures to the wall and I look up to see an antique wedding dress displayed on the wall.
"Huh?" I muttered. "Why the hell would anyone stay here? I'm amazed they kept in business this long." Dean said and I shrug.

"All right. Victim number one: Joan Edison, forty three years old, a realtor handling the sale of the hotel; and victim number two was Larry Williams, moving some stuff out to Goodwill." Sam said. "Well, there's a connection: they're both tied up in shutting the place down." Dean said. "Yeah. Maybe somebody here doesn't want to leave, and they're using hoodoo to fight back." I said.

"Who do you think our witch doctor is, that Susan lady?" Dean asked us. "No, doesn't seem likely. I mean, she is the one selling." Sam said and I nodded. "So what then, Sherwin?" Dean asked. "Don't know." Sam and I said as we flip through some more papers.

The boys and I poke around the hallways until I see another urn and picks it up. It too, has a quincunx inscribed. "Hey. Look at that. More hoodoo." I said as I show them the urn.

Then we approach a door marked PRIVATE and Dean knocks and Susan opens the door a moment later. "Hi there." Dean greets. "Hi. Everything okay with your rooms?" She asked us and the boys and I talk over each other.

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, everything's great. Yeah." We said and she looks between us. "Well, I was, I was just in the middle of packing." She said and Dean looks past her. "Hey! Are those antique dolls?" Dean asked and Sam and I look over to see a shelf full of antique porcelain dolls.

"Because this one..." Dean said as he gestures to me. "...this one here, she's got a major doll collection back home. Dontcha, honey?" Dean said to me and I give a quick look at him before I give a fake smile.

"Big time." I said and Dean chuckles. "Big time. You think she could come — or we could come in and take a look?" Dean asked Susan, who looked a bit uncomfortable. "I don't know..." she said, unsure.

"Please? I mean, she loves them. She's not gonna tell you this, but she's, she's always dressing 'em up in these little tiny outfits and, um, you'd make her day. You--" Dean said he turns to me. "She would, huh?" Dean asked me and I glanced at him again then said. "It's true." I said, giving a fake smile again.

"Okay. Come on in." Susan said as she opens the door wider for us. "All right. All right!" Dean said as he goes and slaps my ass. I turn to him and I raise an eyebrow at him and he shrugs. I give a playful scoff as I turn to face the shelf and look at the dolls.

"Wow. This is a lot of dolls. I mean, they're nice, you know. Not super creepy at all." Dean said and Susan chuckles. "Yeah, I suppose they are a little creepy. But they've been in the family forever. A lot of sentimental value." She said.

"What is this? The hotel?" Sam asked as he points at this very large dollhouse which did look alot like the hotel. "Yeah, that's right. Exact replica, custom built." Susan said as Sam leans down then stands up and holds up a broken doll. "His head got twisted around. What happened to it?" Sam asked.

"Tyler, probably." Susan said as the little girl, from earlier, runs in. "Mommy! Maggie's being mean." Tyler said to Susan. "Tyler, tell her I said to be nice, okay?" She said, in a nice but firm voice.

"Hey Tyler. I see you broke your doll. You want me to fix it?" Sam asked her. "I didn't break it. I found it like that." Tyler replied. "Oh. Well, uh, maybe Maggie did it." I said to her. "No, neither of us did it. Grandma would get mad if we broke 'em." Tyler said. "Tyler, she wouldn't get mad." Susan assured her. 

"Grandma?" Dean asked her. "Grandma Rose. These were all her toys." Tyler said. "Oh. Really. Where's Grandma Rose now?" Dean asked. "Up in her room." Tyler replied as I turn to Susan. "You know, I'd, I'd uh, I'd really love to talk to Rose about her incredible doll —" I said when Susan speaks, quickly.

"No. I mean, I'm afraid that's impossible. My mother's been very sick and she's not taking any visitors." She said, quickly.

Moments later, we exit the room and started talking in hushed voices. "Well, what do you think? Dolls, hoodoo, mysterious shut-in grandma?" Dean asked us. "Well, dolls are used in all kinds of voodoo and hoodoo, like curses, and binding spells, and..." Sam said and I nodded. "Yeah, maybe we've found our witch doctor." I said to them. 

"All right, (y/n) and I'll see what we can go dig up on boomin' Granny. You go get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thing, see if she's whacked anybody before." Dean said. "Right." Sam and I said. "Don't go surfing porn -- that's not the kind of whacking I mean." Dean said and Sam rolls his eyes while I give Dean a seriously? look and Sam turns back to the room as Dean and I leave.

After digging around the hotel for alittle while, we make it to the front lobby only to see a coroner vehicle in front of the door. The two of us meet Susan as she comes back in towards the inn. "What happened?" I asked her. "Oh, the maid went in to turn down the sheets and he was just...hanging there." She said.

"That's awful. He was a guest?" Dean asked and she nods. "He worked for the company that bought the place. I don't understand." She said. "What?" Dean and I asked her. "Had a lot of bad luck around here. Look, if you'd like to check out I'll give you a full refund." Susan said and we shake our heads at her.

"No thanks. We don't scare that easy." Dean said to her and she makes a small smile towards us.

Later, Dean and I enter Sam's room to see he was sitting alone in the dark. "There's been another one. Some guy just hung himself in his room." Dean said. "Yeah. I saw." Sam replied, darkly. "We've gotta figure this out, and fast. What'd you find out about Granny?" Dean asked him. "You're the boss." Sam said and Dean and I look at him, surprised.

"What?" Dean and I asked. "You're bossy. And short." Sam said to Dean and he laughs sloppily. "Are you drunk?" I asked him. "Yeah." Sam said, laughing. "So? Stupid." He said and Dean and look around to see several empty bottles on the floor.

"Dude, what are you thinking? We're working a case." Dean said, angrily. "That guy who hung himself. I couldn't save him." Sam said, tearful. "What are you talking about? You didn't know, you couldn't have done anything." I said to him then he shifts his gaze to me.

"That's an excuse, (y/n). I should have found a way to save him. I should have saved Ava too. We should've saved Ava." Sam shouts and Dean approaches him. "Yeah, well, you can't save everyone. Even you said that." Dean said and Sam slams the table.

"No, Dean, you don't understand, all right? The more people I save, the more I can change!" He shouts. "Change what?" Dean asked and Sam leans forward and places his hands to his chest. "My destiny, Dean!" He said. "All right. Time for bed. Come on, Sasquatch." Dean said and we lean over and haul Sam up by the shoulder.

"Come on." I said as I help carrying him to his bed. "I need you to watch out for me, Dean." Sam said. "Yeah. I always do." Dean replied. "No! No, no, no. You have to watch out for me, all right? And for (y/n). And if we ever...turn into something that we're not...you have to kill us." Sam said.

"Sam." Dean said, dismissively, and Sam shoves Dean to face him. "Dean! Dad told you to do it, you have to." Sam exclaims. "Yeah, well, Dad's an ass." Dean said as Sam frowns in confusion. "He never should have said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't, you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids." Dean said.

"No. He was right to say it! Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies!" Sam said. "Yeah, well, I'm not dying, okay? And neither are you and (y/n). Come on, Sam." Dean said and we push Sam onto the bed but he stays seated. He reaches up and clutches Dean's jacket as Dean's right hand curls in the fabric at Sam's shoulder. 

"No, please! Dean, you're the only one who can do it. Promise." Sam pleads. "Don't ask that of me." Dean said. "Dean, please. You have to promise me." Sam said and Dean stares at him then at me before he says. "I promise."

"Thanks." Sam said as he reaches up and grabs Dean's face with both hands. "Thank you. You are..." Sam slurs as I said. "All right. Come on." And Dean bats Sam's hands away and we shove him back on the bed.

Sam falls back, then turns over on his stomach to plant his face in the pillow, hugging it with both arms. Dean rubs a hand over his face and I chuckle then we leave the room.

*3rd Person POV*

"He's gonna have one helluva hangover." (Y/n) said and Dean chuckles. "Yeah, he'll get over it." Dean said and she chuckle a bit before her smile falters. The two stood in silent, both in their own thoughts, as they walk down.

(Y/n)'s mind starts to wander as she starts to think what Sam said about how he was worried about him becoming bad and honestly, she was too. But not only that, she also found out this past month that she had developed a new power.

Not only could she get visions, she could move objects without touching them. Right now, she could only move small objects, she hadn't tried bigger objects or humans. She hadn't told them and now she started to think maybe she should tell Dean. She knows she can trust Dean as much as she trusts Sam; but she feels once she tells Dean about her newly discovered powers, it would make him worry even more. And she didn’t want to burden him with what’s been happening to her.

Dean, however, knew she was holding something back, he could tell on her face that she was in deep thought. And usually when she was in deep thought, she had something on her mind. He was concerned and wanted to know what’s going on but he didn't want to force her to tell him. He trusts her to open up to him when that time comes but something in the back of his mind was eating away at him.

"Something wrong?" Dean asked her, cautiously. "Just thinking." She replied, quickly. "About?" He asked. "About what Sam said..." She said and Dean let's our an exasperated sigh. "Oh brother, don't you start." He growls. "No, no, it’s not like that." She said.

"Well, what is it?" Dean asked her, worried, and she sighs then looks down a bit. "As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me." She said as she gives a pointed look to Dean, who rolled his eyes. "What I meant by when I said I was thinking about what Sam said, was that I was scared..." she admitted and Dean raises an eyebrow.

"Of what?" He asked. "I'm scared of what lies ahead for my destiny, when that time comes. What my powers could do when that happens. I don't know what could happen. I mean what happens if I lost control and I end up hurting innocent people or you or Sam or both of you?" She said as she looks over at him and he gives her a slight frown at this. 

"God, just thinking about it makes me feel sick to my stomach. What if there's more to what I think it is. I'm still figuring out what the hell's been happening to me, Dean." She said to him. "What do you mean by that?" Dean asked her and she sighs once again. "I-I...This past month, I found out that I can move objects." She replied and Dean looks st her, shocked.

"I'm sorry, what?" He asked, shocked and confused, then she looks up at him. "Y-You've got a new power?" He asked and she nods. "Seems like it." She said. "And when exactly were you gonna tell us about this little information?" Dean asked, alittle angry but it was more out of fear for her than him being angry. 

"Well, I'm telling you now!" She said and Dean scoffs and rolls his eyes. "I was scared, Dean, and I didn't want to burden you with this information. I just...I saw what Max Miller could do and that scares me..." (y/n) said and Dean places a hand on her shoulder and makes her face him. "(Y/n), look...you're not gonna become a monster, alright? We'll figure this out together. I'll protect you and Sam." Dean assured her.

(Y/n) stares at him for a moment and realized, oddly enough, that his words gave her comfort and it calmed her down her nerves. She nods then smiles at Dean. "Thanks, Dean." She said and he nods then the two began to walk again.

Dean and (y/n) go down to the antique, empty bar to see that Sherwin is behind the bar. "Evening, lovebirds." He said and Dean and (y/n) share a glance then they look back at Sherwin as they now remember that they were acting like a couple.

"Evening." Dean said as they go and sit down. "Have a drink." Sherwin said to them. "Yeah, thanks." Dean and (y/n) said and Sherwin pours a drink for the two. "So, poor guy, huh? Killing himself?" Dean said to him. "That kind of thing seems to be going around lately." Sherwin said. "Yeah, yeah, we heard about the other ones. It's almost like this hotel is, uh, cursed or something." (Y/n) said.

"Every hotel has its spilled blood. If people only knew what's gone on in some of those rooms they've checked into." Sherwin said to the two. "You know a lot about the place, don't you?" Dean asked him. "Down to the last nail." Sherwin said. "We'd love to hear some stories." (y/n) said. "Honey, you should never say that to an old man." Sherwin said, smiling.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sherwin leads me and Dean up the wide staircase, showing us some old framed photographs on the walls. "This is little Miss Susan, and her mother Rose. Happier days." Sherwin said. "They're not happy now?" Dean asked him.

"Well, would you be, leaving the only home you ever knew?" Sherwin said to him, questioning. "I don't know. I never really knew one." Dean said. "Well, this is Rose's home. It's been in the family over a century. Used to be the family estate. And now she gets to live in some senior living graveyard, and they tear this place down." Sherwin explained.

"Yeah, that's too bad." I said and we start down the stairs. "We hear Rose isn't feeling well, either." I said to Sherwin. "No, she isn't." He said.

"What's wrong with her?" Dean asked. "It's not my business to say." Sherwin said. "Oh." Dean and I said, nodding. Then Dean looks at another photo of two little toddlers. "Who's this?" He asked as I look at the photo.

Sherwin picks up a yellowing photograph of a girl sitting on a chair with young black woman; the woman has a quincunx necklace. "That's Rose, when she was a little girl." Sherwin replied. "Who's that with her?" I asked. "That's her nanny, Marie. She looked after Rose more than her own mother." Sherwin said and Dean and I frown in concern as Sherwin replaces the photo.

The next morning, after staying up and doing some more research, Dean and I walk into Sam's room to see him kneeling, miserably, in front of the toilet, his hair hanging in his face. "How you feeling, Sammy?" Dean asked, loudly, after he grins over at Sam, who groans. "I guess mixing whisky and Jäger wasn't such a gangbuster idea, was it?" Dean said as Sam groans again.

"I'll bet you don't remember a thing from last night, do you?" Dean asked, hopeful. "Ohh, I can still taste the tequila." Sam groans and Dean smiles in relief.

"You know, there's a really good hangover remedy -- it's a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray." I said and Sam starts heaving. "Oh, I hate you." He said with a groan as Dean laughs then he and I high-five each other. "I love you, Sammy." I said and he groans.

"Hey, turns out when Grandma Rose was a tyke, she had a Creole nanny who wore a hoodoo necklace." Dean said to Sam. "So you guys think she taught Rose hoodoo?" Sam asked. "Yeah we do." I said. "All right." He said and he stands up. "I think it's time we talked to Rose, then." Sam said as he walks towards the doorway. "Oh. You can brush your teeth first." Dean said, grimacing, and Sam glares at him.

Later, we approach the door marked PRIVATE and I knock on it. "Hello? Susan?" Sam calls out and Dean and I look around furtively. "Clear?" Sam asked us and we nod at him.

Sam kneels before the door and picks the lock. We enter the creepy doll room and go to the door in the back; it's open, and we go through to find a dimly lit staircase. We creep upstairs and to the end of another hallway, into a small room whose door is ajar.

Rose was seated in a wheelchair facing the rainy window, her back to us. And we approach cautiously. "Mrs. Thompson? Mrs. Thompson?" I asked as I see her trembling, and staring at nothing. "Rose? Hi, Mrs. Thompson, we're not here to hurt you, it's okay—" Sam said but she does not respond, just trembles harder.

"Rose?" Sam said then turns to us. "Guys." He said, quietly, as he draws us over to the side. "This woman's had a stroke." Sam said. "Yeah, but hoodoo's hands-on, I mean, you've got to mix herbs, and chant, and build an altar." Dean said. "Yeah. So it can't be Rose. Hey, maybe it's not even hoodoo." I said, shrugging  

"Or she could be faking." Dean added. "Yeah, what are you gonna do, poke her with a stick?" Sam asked and Dean frowns then nods. "Dude! You're not gonna poke her with a stick!" Sam exclaimed at him.

"What the hell?! What are you doing in here?" Susan's voice growled and we turned to see her coming into the room and we talked, quickly.

"Oh, we just wanted to talk to Rose..."

"Well, the door was open..." 

"We're so sorry..."

"Look at her, she is scared out of her wits. I want you out of my hotel in two minutes or I'm calling the cops." Susan said to us, firmly, as she goes over to Rose and we leave without hesitation.

We packed up our things and loaded it up in the Impala then drove away.