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From 5.10 "Abandon All Hope...", Ellen, Dean, Ness, Catty, Sam and Jo were walking down the street with shotguns in hands and bags over their shoulders, looking around, searching for any sign of threat. They turned to face Meg. Someone splashed in a puddle near Meg's feet. The sounds of dogs growling, barking started. Jo, Sam, Ness, Dean and Ellen looked around.

Catty looked around, pretending to be unfazed. "Hellhounds."

"Yeah, Catty," Meg told her. "Your favorite."

A Hellhound tackled Dean to the ground. Ness closed her eyes in concentration, aiming the Colt in the Hellhound's direction, firing. It seemed to hit the Hellhound in the right way. Energy crackled through the air where it was supposed to be. It sounded as if something fell to the ground. Jo was suddenly attacked from the side, her side being shredded. Sam, Catty and Ellen started firing shotguns. Dean picked Jo up in a cradle, running past them, toward the nearest store.

From 5.10 "Abandon All Hope...", in the hardware store, Jo looked at Ellen, Sam, Dean, Ness and Catty. "I can't fight. I can't walk. But I can do something. We got everything we need... to build a bomb."

From 5.10 "Abandon All Hope...", in the hardware store, Hellhounds slammed into the open doors. Ellen let go of Jo's hand and the button. The hardware store exploded, glass shattering, fire spreading, killing everyone and everything inside.

From 5.10 "Abandon All Hope...", outside, across the street, Catty, Sam, Dean and Ness couldn't help but stop, looking back into the flames to watch it blow, knowing that Ellen and Jo were gone, breathing heavily, mourning their loss silently, numbly. Ness was crying silently, looking more angry than sad, but despaired all the same. 

From 4.06 "Yellow Fever", Sam, Dean and Catty stood next to the Impala, wearing suits.

"What are we doing?" Dean asked.

"We're hunting a Ghost," Catty answered with honest sarcasm.

"You know who does that?" Dean asked. "Crazy people! We... are insane."

From 5.03 "Free to Be You and Me", in the bar, there were flashes of Sam's fight against Reggie and Tim, Demon blood over his face.

From 5.10 "Abandon All Hope...", lakeside, Catty turned to face Sam and Dean. "You guys ready for this?"

"Are you?" Dean replied.

Catty smirked.

From 5.10 "Abandon All Hope...", in the Singer House's Living Room, Ellen, Jo, Castiel, Catty, Sam, Dean and Ness stood together. Bobby was sitting in his wheelchair in front of Dean and Ness. They were getting prepared for the picture, smiling.

"Tomorrow we hunt the Devil," Castiel told them. "This is our last night on Earth."

From 5.10 "Abandon All Hope...", at William Jasper's Farm's Field, Lucifer looked at Sam. "You know I've never hurt you. Not really."

Dean and Catty stood on either side of Sam. They were all aiming shotguns at Lucifer.

Ness stood behind Lucifer, aiming the Colt at the back of his head.

Crowley: (voice over from 5.10 Abandon All Hope...) "Take this thing to Lucifer, and empty it into his face."

Ness shot Lucifer in the back of the head. Lucifer fell to the ground, his wound sparking. Ness circled around Lucifer to stand next to Dean. Lucifer stood, using magic to push Ness, Dean and Catty back, making them hit into different trees and fall to the ground, unconscious.

Sam looked at Lucifer. "You listen to me, you son of a bitch." Lucifer was shoveling dirt into the mass grave. "I'm gonna kill you myself. I am going to rip your heart out!"

"That's good, Sam," Lucifer told him. "You keep fanning that fire in your belly. All that pent-up rage... I'm gonna need it."

From 4.16 "On the Head of a Pin", in the prison room, Alastair the Demon was chained to the hexacle, watching Catty, grinning happily, starting to sin the first verse to Irving Berling's 'Cheek to Cheek', moving within the chains, almost as if he was dancing. "Heaven / I'm in Heaven." Catty closed her eyes in familiarity of the song, trying not to show a reaction. "And my heart beats so I can hardly speak / I seem to find the happiness I seek / When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek." Alastair stopped singing. "You remember that song, don't you, Grasshopper?" Catty didn't answer, not looking at him. Alastair smirked. "Of course you do. How many days... weeks... months... years... decades did you have to hear it at the most inappropriate times? It should have seared a trigger into your brain by now." Later, Alastair sang the second verse instead of the first. "Heaven / I'm in Heaven / And the cares that hung around me through the week." Catty looked away. "Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak." Catty poured Holy Water into the salt she had poured into the container. "When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek."

Catty closed her eyes, trying to ignore him. "Alastair. Shut up."

Alastair smirked, glad he was finally getting a reaction. "Oh, I love to climb a mountain / And reach the highest peak." Catty put a hand to her temple, still trying to ignore him, getting angrier, more emotional, trying to hide it. "But it doesn't thrill me half as much / As dancing cheek to cheek."

Catty lowered her hand, turning to Alastair, pretending to but unaffected. "Well, then I'll just make you shut up."

Alastair laughed, continuing to sing tauntingly. "Come on and dance with me / I want my arms around you / That those charms about you / Will carry me through." Catty grabbed Alastair's chin, tilting his head up. "Right up to Heaven."

Catty poured the Holy Water-drenched salt into Alastair's mouth, tilting his head further back to make him swallow it, making him scream muffled screams and making him stop singing.

Alastair pushed Catty on her back to the floor, straddling her to the floor, pinning her wrists to the floor with magic. Catty struggled to no avail, gasping in pain, having trouble breathing. Alastair smirked at the attempt, pushing a strand of her hair out of her face. Catty couldn't look at him, turning her head away, trying to keep her breathing under control.

Ruby: (voice over from 4.16 On the Head of a Pin) "If torturing souls in Hell is possible, don't you think rape would be, too? Every day for more than 30 years, sometimes more than once. It didn't happen to her body. It happened to every part of her on the inside. Which makes it about a million times worse."

From 5.09 "The Real Ghostbusters", in the hotel's bar, Catty and Ness were sitting together.

"I'm okay," Catty told her.

"No, you're not," Ness told her. "You're exhausted."

Catty hesitated. "Angels can talk to us through dreams, even if they can't find us. Little did I know they can induce dreams on you, too."

Ness already knew. "Hell. Alastair."

"On repeat, every night," Catty told her. "They don't want me to get over Hell..."

Ness finished. "So they can use it against you."

From 5.04 "The End", in Future!Catty's cabin, Catty was gazing off numbly, handcuffed to the ladder. "He did what he did to me, you, and it left a darkness inside of you that you can't seem to shake. Hell, you don't even blame Al for what he did. You blame yourself. You hate yourself. You have to ask, 'Why me? What did I do to deserve this?' And you just have this hole inside of you... You feel completely empty and hollow, but you don't even want to make it go away, because you know that you deserve it after what happened, after what you turned into in Hell. You just have this darkness inside of you that you can't clean or make go away. And what Zach said, about you trying to get yourself killed for the entire year after you got out of Hell without even realizing it... that it was some inside, twisted, broken part of you calling the shots and you didn't know why you were going along with it... He was right. You didn't know it then... but he was right. And even if Alastair's dead, he still wins."

From 4.21 "When the Levee Breaks", in the Singer House, Ness looked at Catty. "You know where most people would be after everything you went through?" She gave Dean a significant look. "They would be in a locked ward in a straitjacket, not sitting right here, trying to come up with a way to stop the Apocalypse."

NOW

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Ketchum, Oklahoma

Day One

Morning - Glenwood Springs Psychiatric Hospital - Doctor's Office

A male doctor opened a file at his desk, flipping through some pages. One was a newspaper article that read: Young boy dies tragically in early morning hours fire. The doctor sat at his desk. A patient sat in a chair in front of him.

"The nurses tell me that you're not taking your medication," the doctor told her. "You wanna tell me why?" The patient didn't answer. "Susan?"

"The pills make me sleepy, but I can't," Susan told him. "If I sleep, it'll come."

"Now, we have talked about this," the doctor told her.

"But it killed Annie," Susan told him.

The doctor leaned forward against the desk. "Susan, you're schizophrenic. Your mind plays tricks on you. You get confused. Sometimes, you see things."

"I know what I am," Susan told him. "Like, I can see my dead son standing right behind you." There was a little boy standing next to the wall behind the doctor. Susan looked at the boy while she spoke. "I know he's not real." The little boy was gone. The doctor started to look that way, but looked back at Susan. Susan looked at the doctor. "But the monster... it is real."

The doctor leaned back in his chair. "Annie was your roommate, and what happened to her was painful for all of us. Perhaps it's easier for you to conjure up a monster than to face how tragic her suicide really was."

"I can hear it at night... in the walls," Susan told him. "Please. You have to believe me."

"Susan, there is no such thing as monsters," the doctor told her.

Susan wasn't convinced.

§  

Night - Susan's Room

Susan caressed a picture of her on that was taped to her wall. The lights turned off.

She heard an orderly from the hallway. "10:30. Lights out."

Susan wrapped her arms around her knees for a moment, hearing some thumping coming from the ceiling vent. She stood. The thumping continued. Susan stood under the vent, watching it for a few moments. A screw on the vent started to unscrew.

Susan backed away against the wall. "Oh, my God! Help me! Help me!"

§ 

Hallway

Down the hall, other patients began to yell.

A nurse stood at the nurses' station, listening. "They're starting early tonight."

§ 

Susan's Room

Susan cowered in the corner. The screw fell to the floor. Another screw began to come loose.

Susan was terrified. "Hurry!"

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Hallway

Susan slammed against the door, yelling through the window in her door. "It's coming!" Another patient, this one male, across the hall watched through his window. "Help me, please! Help me!"

Susan was suddenly dragged away from the door. The male patient gasped. Susan's screams echoed down the hallway.

§ 

Susan's Room

An orderly unlocked the door, opening it, walking inside, stopping short, looking at the floor. Susan was lying on the floor, her wrists cut, blood pooling under her hands, dead.

§ Worlds Colliding (Supernatural) §

Day Two

Morning - Glenwood Springs Psychiatric Hospital - Doctor's Office

The doctor Susan had been talking to looked through a file. "You were referred to me by a Dr. Babar in Chicago."

Sam, Dean and Catty sat across the desk from him.

Dean nodded. "That's right."

Catty noticed the name plaque on the doctor's desk was Dr. Fuller. She seemed extremely tired.

"Isn't there a children's book about an elephant named Babar?" Dr. Fuller asked.

"I don't know," Dean told him. "I don't have any elephant books. Look, Doctor, I--I--I think the doc was in over his head with this one." He pointed at Sam. "'Cause our brother is..."

Dean made a "crazy sign," circling his finger at the side of his head, whistling.

Dr. Fuller raised a hand toward Dean to stop him. "Okay, fine, thank you. That's--That's really not necessary." He grabbed his file and notepad, looking at Sam. "Why don't you tell me how you're feeling, Alex?"

Sam sighed. "I'm fine." He scoffed. "I mean, okay, a little depressed, I guess."

Dr. Fuller wrote in his notepad. "Okay. Any idea why?"

"Probably because I started the Apocalypse," Sam told him.

Dr. Fuller looked up at Sam. "The Apocalypse?"

"Yeah, that's right," Sam answered.

Dr. Fuller looked at Dean and Catty. Dean and Catty smiled.

Dr. Fuller looked at Sam. "And you think you started it?"

"Well, yeah," Sam answered. "I mean..." He sighed. "I killed this Demon, Lilith, and I accidentally freed Lucifer from Hell. So, now, he's topside, and we're trying to stop him."

Dr. Fuller looked at Dean and Catty. Catty shrugged. Dean looked slightly exasperated.

Dr. Fuller looked at Sam. "Who is?"

"Me," Sam answered. He gestured to Dean and Catty. "And them. Oh, and can't forget our bestest friend Ness. She's a genius. She's a hunter."

"Like animals?" Dr. Fuller asked.

"Oh, no," Dean answered. "Ness hunts monsters, Demons, sometimes Angels. Ness hunts all the big bads in the world, but she balances it out with a double life by having a house and a job at a bar called TJz. Oh, and these two Angels."

"Oh, you mean, like a--like Angels on your shoulder?" Dr. Fuller asked.

"No," Catty answered matter-of-factly. "No, their names are Castiel and Octavia. We call them Cas and Ava. Cas wears a trench coat. Ava is working with the very bad Angels only because she's trying to help us win the battle of Armageddon. But it's not just Alex's fault that the Apocalypse started."

Dr. Fuller went back to taking notes, looking up, stunned. "It's not?"

"No," Catty answered. "See, Alex died once, and I sold my soul to a Crossroads Demon to bring him back, and I went to Hell. They did horrible things to me, and I did some pretty horrible things myself, and that's what made the first domino to starting the Apocalypse fall and allow Alex to finish it. It's my fault, too. And, uh... these very bad Angels want Lucifer to take over Alex's body, and Michael to take over my body so that we'll have to kill each other and half the planet. But Lucifer and Michael need our consent to let them in, so they're doing horrible things to try to make us say yes. See, the Angels are making me have nightmares about my time in Hell and the very bad Demon, Alastair, that made my life a living Hell, which is why I can't sleep. And I'm so tired."

"See what I mean, Doc?" Dean asked. "These kids have been beating themselves up about this for months. There was this other Demon, Ruby. She got Alex addicted to Demon blood, and near the end, he was practically chugging this stuff." Dr. Fuller looked at Sam. Sam looked ashamed. Dr. Fuller looked at Dean. "Our brother's not evil. He was just... high. And after all of the things that happened to Olivia down in Hell, she was broken, and she just wanted the pain to go away. It's not her fault, either. She just wanted it to stop. And now the freaking Angels are using that crap against them." Dr. Fuller looked at Catty. Catty nodded sadly, looking down. Dr. Fuller looked at Dean. "Yeah. So, could you fix them up so we can get back to traveling around the country and hunting monsters?"

Dr. Fuller put a finger up, silently telling them to wait, picking up his phone, dialing an extension. "Irma... cancel my lunch."

Dr. Fuller hung up. Dean patted Sam and Catty comfortingly on the arms.

§ 

Hallway

A happy nurse led Sam, Dean and Catty down the hall. "Dr. Fuller would like to keep you all under observation for a couple of days."

"All?" Dean asked. "Me, too?"

"Yes, sugar," the nurse answered. "The doctor thinks that would be best."

Sam, Dean and Catty exchanged a look, smiling victoriously.

§ 

Check-Up Room

The happy nurse wrapped a blood pressure cuff around Catty's right arm. "All right, I'm just gonna give you a little check-up."

"All right, look, Nurse Ratched, let's get one thing straight," Catty told her. "I've seen 'Cuckoo's Nest', so don't try any of that soul-crushing authoritarian crap on me. Hmm?"

The nurse smiled. "Okey-dokey."

Catty nodded, smiling uncomfortably.

§ 

Later

The nurse took the blood pressure cuff of of Sam's arm. "All right, you can go ahead and take down your pants."

Sam looked up in shock. "Wait. W--what? W--what for?"

The nurse snapped a rubber glove on, smiling. Sam looked uncomfortable.

§ 

Patient Lounge

Catty was wearing the patient scrubs, slippers and blue robe, leaning against the back of a couch, looking at the floor. Sam and Dean walked closer in the same clothing. Sam sighed. They were all a little frazzled.

"How was your Silkwood shower?" Catty asked.

"Okay," Sam answered. "Yeah, good. Yeah, good. Um, good water pressure. Did the nurse..."

"She was very thorough," Dean told them.

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "Yeah, good. Good. Yeah."

Dean looked around the lounge, seeing the other patients, one of the female patients playing with a pink bunny. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"Hey, it's the least we could do," Catty told them. "Martin saved Dad's ass more times than we can count. He's a great hunter."

"Was," Dean corrected. "Until Albuquerque."

"Dean, remember that Martin called Ness to contact us for help," Sam told him. "If you don't want to do it for Martin, then maybe you'll want to do it for Ness? After what happened with Ellen, Jo and Ness?" Dean sighed, nodding in agreement. Sam looked at Catty. "Besides, I just figure it's best we keep busy. That's all."

"Better than what?" Catty asked.

"Nothing," Sam told her. Catty gestured for him to go on. "Okay. Look, um... Last few weeks, you've kind of been worrying me and Dean."

Catty rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Sam. Stop. Look, just because we're in the loony bin doesn't give you and Dean the right to head-shrink me."

"Catty--" Dean started.

"Dreams from the Angels?" Catty asked. "Check. Feeling so tired that I will literally die of sleep deprivation? Check. Ellen and Jo dying, their tragedy? Check. But I'm not gonna wallow in it. I can't. You want someone to worry about here lately? Worry about Ness. Ness has been taking Ellen and Jo's death harder than us because she knew them longer than any of us. But Ness' not here, so I guess you kinda can't. But that doesn't mean that you have to channel all of that onto me."

"Catty, you always do this," Dean told her. "I mean, you never used to do this until you got back from Hell and kept all of the horrible things that happened to you because of Alastair to yourself until we had to rip it out of you because it was tearing you apart."

"I swear to God, you keep bringing that up, I'm gonna punch you," Catty told them.

Sam sighed. "You can't just keep this crap in."

Catty chuckled without humor. "Watch me." She looked toward a table. "Oh, there he is."

Sam, Dean and Catty walked over to a table where they saw a man sitting at a table, looking out of the window. Catty cleared her throat.

The man looked at them. "Sam, Dean, Catty, wow." He stood, shaking Sam's hand. "Wow, you guys got big. You look good."

The man shook Dean's hand.

Catty shook the man's hand. "Thanks. You do, too, Martin."

"Uh..." Martin trailed off. "Well, thanks for coming."

Martin gestured for them to sit at the table.

"Yeah," Sam told them.

Martin and Catty sat at the table. Sam and Dean pulled up their chairs next to them, sitting next to them.

"In the old days, I could've taken care of this thing with both hands tied behind my back," Martin told them. "But, well... Now..."

"What do you think it is that we're hunting?" Sam asked.

"I don't know yet," Martin told them. "A Ghost, Demon, monster... Animal, vegetable, mineral." He chuckled. "Hospital's had five deaths in the last four months. Doctors keep calling it suicides, but they're wrong."

"So, you've seen this thing?" Sam asked.

Martin shook his head.

"Has anyone seen this thing?" Catty asked.

"Well, a couple patients have, uh... had glimpses," Martin answered. "But there's not a lot to go on."

"Are they reliable?" Dean asked.

Martin nodded. "Oh, sure. Why wouldn't they be?"

Dean looked at a female patient who was dancing and humming nearby, looking at Martin. "Gee, I don't know."

"I know you guys think I'm a bag of loose screws," Martin told them. "Now, you wouldn't be wrong. But I wouldn't have ask Ness to help me get in touch with you unless there was something here. I can feel it in my gut."

Catty, Dean and Sam exchanged a look.

Catty looked at Martin. "We believe you. Have you checked any of the bodies? Found signs of an attack?"

"Well, uh, no," Martin answered. "I don't go around dead b--b--b--bodies anymore."

Dean frowned.

Dr. Fuller walked up behind them, looking at Catty, Dean and Sam. "Olivia, Eddie, Alex." They turned to face him. "Well, I'm glad to see you're making friends. Why don't you and, uh, Mr. Creaser join us for group? Please? Right this way." Martin, Catty, Dean and Sam stood, walking toward the doctor. The boys continued on. Dr. Fuller turned to face Catty, stopping her. "Actually, I'm gonna be putting you in the afternoon group."

"What?" Catty asked. "Why?"

"Well, to be frank, uh, the relationship that you have with your brothers seems dangerously co-dependent," Dr. Fuller answered. "I think a little time apart will do you all good."

Dr. Fuller walked away. Sam, Dean and Catty watched him go in confusion. Catty looked at Sam and Dean, holding up a peace sign, turning around, walking away.

§ 

Group Therapy Room

Sam, Dean, Martin and five other patients sat in a circle with Dr. Fuller.

"All right, so... who would like to start us off?" Dr. Fuller asked. The male patient that had seen Susan raised his hand. "Anyone else?" The male patient raised his hand a little higher. "All right, Ted. Calm down."

Ted lowered his hand to his side. "I am calm. And I'd very calmly like to talk about the monster that's hunting us."

"Ted, we're not going to have that discussion again," Dr. Fuller told him. Sam and Dean exchanged a look, intrigued. "It's not good for group."

"I agree," Ted told him. "You know what else isn't good for group? A monster eating all our faces off."

"All right, fine, thank you," Dr. Fuller told him. "Now, anyone else?"

"I saw it," Ted told them. "When it killed Susan."

Sam was interested. Dean leaned forward.

"I did, too," another patient told them. "It had big lobster claws."

"No, it didn't," Ted told him.

"Yeah, and it was an alien, like on 'X-Files'," the other patient told them.

"Stop it," Ted told him. "Stop helping. Listen to me. We're all dead!"

"That's enough," Dr. Fuller told them, leaning forward, taking off his glasses. "There is no monster." Sam looked at Dr. Fuller. Dean raised his eyebrows. "Now, Ted, do you need me to call the orderlies?" Ted shook his head. "Or can you behave?"

Ted nodded. "Behave."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look.

§ 

Patient Lounge

Catty was playing checkers with herself, bored, moving a piece. "King me."

A male doctor walked toward Catty. "Olivia?" Catty looked up at him. "I'm Dr. Eric Cartwright. I've been assigned to your case."

"You're my shrink?" Catty asked. She smiled, chuckling once. "Lucky me."

Eric opened his file. "And you're my... paranoid schizophrenic with Parasomnia sleeping disorder and religious psychosis." He closed his file, smiling. "Lucky me."

Catty looked down awkwardly. "Hmm."

"Can we talk?" Eric asked, sitting across from Catty at the table.

"Yes," Catty answered. "I actually got some questions for you."

"What a coincidence," Eric told her. "I've got some for you, too."

"Well, then... quid pro quo, Hannibal," Catty told him.

"Okay, Clarice," Eric told her. Catty smirked. "I'll go first. How many hours a night do you sleep?"

"Used to be three or four hours every night," Catty told him.

"And now?" Eric asked.

"Three or four, every couple of nights," Catty answered. "If 'every couple' means three nights a week."

Eric pulled out a bottle of medication. "Well, that's why this is prescribed."

Catty looked at the bottle. "Thorazine? What is that, sleeping pills?" 

Eric nodded. Catty perked up, reaching.

Eric chuckled, pulling them back. "You'll get them before lights out every night."

Eric put the medication in his jacket pocket.

Catty seemed disappointed, noticing where he had put them. "What can you tell me about the recent suicides in here?"

"They were tragic," Eric told her.

"But you haven't noticed anything... strange, like, uh... I don't know, black smoke or sulfur?" Catty asked.

"No," Eric answered. "Why? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Demons signs," Catty answered. "I hunt Demons, monsters, that kind of thing."

"Okay, Buffy," Eric told her. Catty smirked, shaking her head, looking down. "How many drinks do you have a week?"

"I don't know," Catty told him. "If I want a drink, I usually drink. If I don't want to, I don't. It's hard to say. You ever feel any, uh, cold spots or get a chill walking through the hospital?"

"Not that I can remember," Eric answered. "If I had?"

"It means there's a Ghost around," Catty answered.

"Okay," Eric told her. "When was the last time you were in a long-term relationship?"

"Define long-term," Catty told him.

"More than two months," Eric answered.

"Never," Catty answered. "I move around too much to finish what I try to start, so I rarely try to start anything. Although, for the past couple of years, I have been known to drop in on an old friend of mine. Brett Blake. Wouldn't exactly call it a relationship, but it's better than what I've been used to in the past. It's more of an on/off thing with Brett. Have the patients reported seeing anything weird?"

"In here?" Eric asked, chuckling. "All the time."

"Right," Catty told him.

"So..." Eric trailed off, leaning toward Catty. "Let's talk about..." He looked at his file. "Hell."

Catty looked up.

§ 

Hallway

Catty walked down the hall, hands in pockets, kind of depressed. Sam and Dean walked out of the door behind Catty.

"Catty, hey," Dean told her.

Catty turned to face them.

Sam seemed to notice something wrong. "You okay?"

"I just got thraped," Catty told them. "So, no, I am not okay. Tell me you found something."

"Yeah," Sam answered. "A guy says he saw the creature. We should talk to him. You wanna meet here in an hour?"

"Yeah," Dean answered. "Sooner we take care of this thing, sooner we can get gone. This place gives me the creeps."

Dean walked past Catty to walk down the hall. A blonde girl was standing there, putting a hand on the back of Dean's head, kissing him for a moment or so. Sam and Catty exchanged a surprised look, looking at them awkwardly.

The blonde girl pulled away from Dean. "Hi."

"Hi," Dean told her.

"I'm Wendy," the blonde girl told him.

"Uh-huh," Dean told her. Wendy grabbed Dean's ass, walking past them down the hall. Dean looked at Sam and Catty. "Awkward."

Sam and Catty nodded barely.

§ 

Hallway

Catty walked out of her room with a lock pick in her hand. Sam and Dean were standing there.

"Well, it's about time," Dean told her. "Nurses are on their rounds. We got, like, 15, 20 minutes."

"So, where is this guy?" Catty asked.

"Room 306," Sam answered.

They walked down the hall toward the man named Ted's room, rounding the corner. They could hear Ted screaming, running to the door, looking into the window. Catty started to pick the lock. Ted's feet hit against the window.

§ 

Ted's Room

Catty got the door open, opening it, running in, looking up at the ceiling, stopping. Sam and Dean ran up behind Catty, looking up at the ceiling, stopping. Ted was hanging from a pipe in the ceiling, a tied bed sheet as a make-shift noose around his neck, dead.

§ 

Morgue

Catty opened Ted's drawer, pulling him out. Sam pulled back the sheet, starting to feel Ted's head. Dean searched his hands.

Sam found two holes just behind Ted's ears. "Hey, I think I found something."

"What do you got?" Catty asked.

"Right here," Sam told them. "Uh, give me a hand." He grabbed a long Q-tip from a table, sticking it far into the hole behind his ear. "This hole goes all the way through to his brain."

"What does that mean?" Dean asked.

Sam saw a bone saw. "Let's find out."

"Seriously?" Catty asked skeptically.

"You might want to keep watch," Sam told her.

Catty made a face, backing away.

§ 

Hallway

Catty was standing outside the morgue doors, keeping watch. She heard the bone saw start up, making a face in disgust.

§ 

Morgue

Sam turned off the saw. Dean took the top of Ted's head off, removing his brain. Ted's brain was a small, hard, black thing.

§ 

Hallway

Catty heard a door open, looking down the hall.

§ 

Morgue

Catty peeked into the morgue door. "Dudes."

Dean held up the brain. "Look, his brain's been sucked dry."

"That's fascinating," Catty told them. "Somebody's coming."

Sam and Dean hurried to clean up.

§ 

Hallway

Catty let the door swing closed, turning down the hall to see. Dr. Eric Cartwright walked closer.

§ 

Morgue

Dean put Ted's brain back in his head.

§ 

Hallway

Eric walked closer to Catty. Catty was letting her arms swing lightly at her sides as if she wasn't doing anything wrong, looking away.

§ 

Morgue

Sam put the top of Ted's head back on.

§ 

Hallway

Eric stopped in front of Catty. "What are you doing out here?"

"Uh, looking for the cafeteria," Catty told him. "I'm really hungry."

§ 

Morgue

Sam removed his bloody gloves, throwing them in the trashcan. Dean put Ted back into his drawer, with an audible, medium-slam. Sam gave Dean a look.

§ 

Hallway

Eric and Catty heard the noise from inside the morgue.

"What was that?" Eric asked.

"Nothing," Catty told him. "I think it was Wendy down the hall."

Eric and Catty looked down the hallway to see Wendy. Catty seemed to be getting an idea. Eric looked unconvinced, trying to walk past Catty to the doors of the morgue. Catty put a hand on the back of Eric's neck, kissing him to distract him, startling him, opening her eyes, looking into the morgue to see Sam and Dean sneaking out of the morgue, out into the clear, having a mental sigh of relief. She reached her other hand into Eric's jacket pocket without him noticing, pulling back, looking at Eric, putting her hands behind her back, pressing her lips together awkwardly.

"What was that?" Eric asked.

"I... don't know," Catty told him. She tilted her head as if she had gotten an idea. "Can I have some pudding?"

Eric smiled a small smile. "All right, come on, Olivia."

Eric led the way down the hall.

Catty watched him go, pulling her hands from behind her back, looking at the bottle of sleeping medication in her hand that she had obviously snaked while kissing Eric, smiling a small smile.

§ 

Patient Lounge

Catty walked toward Sam, Dean and Martin.

"Cat, you saved our asses, big time," Sam told her.

"Provided you two a distraction to get the hell out of there, and got these while I was at it," Catty told them, showing them the bottle of sleeping medication.

"What are those?" Sam asked.

"Gold, Sammy," Catty told him. "They're gold." She put the bottle into her robe pocket, smiling, shrugging. "Crazy works."

Dean looked at the paintings of clowns on the walls. "Are those original Gacy's?"

Dean chuckled.

"I painted those," Martin told them.

"Back on point, please," Sam told them. "Um, so, whatever this thing is--"

Dean looked at Martin, talking about the pictures. "It's good."

"It Slurpees your brain, sucks you dry," Sam finished.

"Yeah, then it makes the deaths look like suicides," Catty told them. "Any ideas?"

"Yeah," Martin answered. "A bad one."

§ 

Later

Martin showed Sam, Dean and Catty a drawing in his journal.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"Well, I bet you a chicken dinner it's what we're up against," Martin told them. "A Wraith. They crack open skulls and feed on brain juice."

"You ever tangle with one before?" Sam asked.

"Never," Martin answered. "Never wanted to, neither."

"So, how do we kill it?" Catty asked.

"Silver," Martin answered. "You so much as touch a Wraith with the stuff, and the skin will crackle. Now, that's the good news. The bad news is... They can pass as Humans." They looked around the room. "It could be any Peter, Paul and Mary in the joint."

"Fantastic," Catty told them sarcastically. "So, how do we find it?"

"A mirror," Martin answered. "Lore says a Wraith will show its true form in a mirror."

"Okay, well, we just gotta spot check every patient and every staff member," Dean told them.

Sam nodded. "Okay. Yeah. But... I mean, what's it doing in a mental hospital?"

"A nuthouse," Dean told them. "It's--it's--it's a perfect captive victim pool."

"Sure," Martin told them. "Who's gonna believe a patient when they say they saw a monster? It's the perfect hunting ground."

§ 

Later

Catty stood at the corner of the nurses' station, watching people walk by in a round mirror by the ceiling. Eric walked up to Catty.

Catty pressed her lips together awkwardly. "What's up, Doc?"

"You tell me," Eric told her.

"Hunting," Catty answered. "You wanna help me?"

"Depends," Eric told her. "Are you gonna kiss me again?"

"Depends," Catty told him. "Do you want me to?"

Eric smirked. "What are you hunting? A monster?"

"A Wraith, actually," Catty answered. "Could be anybody."

"So, I could be a monster?" Eric asked.

Catty checked the mirror to see that his reflection was normal. "No, you're clean."

"Why you?" Eric asked.

"Why me, what?" Catty asked.

"Why do you have to hunt monsters?" Eric asked. "Why not let someone else do it?"

Catty shrugged, smiling. "Can't find anybody else that dumb." She returned serious, thinking for a moment. "It's my job. Somebody's gotta save these people, you included."

"So, is there a quota?" Eric asked. "How many people do you have to save?"

"All of them," Catty answered.

"All of them?" Eric repeated. "You think you have to save everyone?"

"Yep," Catty answered. "Whole wide world."

"How?" Eric asked. Catty didn't answer, looking at him, not wanting to tell him. "Believe me, whatever you've got, I've heard weirder."

"It's the end of the world, okay?" Catty asked. "I mean, it's a damn Biblical Apocalypse, and if I don't stop it and save everyone, then no one will, and we all die. And I've done some things that I'm not proud of that I have a lot of making up to do for."

"That's horrible," Eric told her.

"Yeah, tell me about it," Catty told him.

"I mean, Apocalypse or no Apocalypse..." Eric trailed off. "Monsters or no monsters... That's a crushing weight to have on your shoulders. To feel like six billion lives depend on you... and all that you told me during our first session... God. How do you get up in the morning?"

Catty gazed off for a moment. "That's a good question."

Dr. Fuller walked by, looking at Catty. "Hello, Olivia."

"Doc," Catty told him.

Catty looked up at the mirror as Dr. Fuller passed by, seeing a decaying face with matted hair instead of Dr. Fuller, pushing away from the wall, watching the doctor walk down the hall.

§

Hallway

Dean, Martin and Catty were waiting in the hall.

Sam walked toward them. "All right, I had to raid four nurses' stations to get these." He handed a letter opened to Catty. "They're only silver-plated, but they should work."

Sam handed two letter openers to Dean and Martin. Wendy walked toward them.

Dean saw her. "Oh, no, no, no. Not today, sweetheart. Come on, keep walking. I..."

Wendy walked up to Sam, pushing him against the wall, kissing him. Dean watched in shock. Catty looked from Martin to Dean in surprise, smirking, shaking her head. Sam was startled, waiting for Wendy to finish.

Wendy pulled away. "I want him now." She looked at Dean. "He's larger." She kissed Catty as well, shocking them again. Catty pushed Wendy lightly off of her. Wendy smiled, turning to look at the boys. "She's cute, too."

Catty closed her eyes, thinking for a moment. "Uh... Thanks?"

Wendy smiled. "You're welcome."

Wendy walked away, leaving. Dean, Sam, Martin and Catty watched her go.

"Hmm," Dean hummed, looking at Sam and Catty, shrugging. "You've had worse."

"Fuller is on call tonight, so we'll have to hit him after lights out," Catty told them. "All four of us."

"What?" Martin asked. "No."

"Martin, we gotta get past security, past the orderlies, and then cut the boss-man's throat, okay?" Dean asked. "It's gonna suck start to finish, but we could use the back up."

"Oh, I can't," Martin told them. "I can't."

Martin started to walk away.

"We know what happened in Albuquerque," Sam told him.

Martin stopped. "You don't know the half of it." He turned to face them. "God, I used to be just like you three. I used to think I was invincible, and then... Well, I found out I'm not."

"Martin, you're still a hunter," Catty told him.

"No, I'm not," Martin told them. "I'm useless. Why do you think I checked myself into the Hotel California? I'd give anything to help you guys, I would. But, I--I can't. I'm sorry. I can't."

Martin walked away, leaving.

§ 

Dr. Fuller's Office

Sam, Dean and Catty walked into Dr. Fuller's office to see he wasn't there in the dark room.

Dean picked up car keys from the desk. "He's still in the building. Sammy, you take the west wing. Cat, you take the south. I'll take the east."

Dean set the keys back down. They walked out of the office.

§ 

Hallway

Sam opened a door at the end of the hallway, looking around the abandoned hall cautiously. He let the door close behind him, walking forward. He was holding the silver letter opener ready at his side. He reached a T-junction in the hallway, looking around a corner, seeing Dr. Fuller walking toward him. He put his back to the wall to stay hidden. Dr. Fuller continued to walk closer. Sam listened to the sound of his approaching footsteps, waiting until he was close enough. Dr. Fuller walked into view. Sam slashed the letter opener toward him. Dr. Fuller raised his arm to shield his face, receiving the cut in his arm, groaning in pain. Sam slashed the letter opener toward Dr. Fuller. Dr. Fuller ducked out of the way. Two orderlies ran closer, grabbing Sam's arms, restraining him, making him drop the letter opener to the floor, trying to pull him down the wall. Sam pushed Orderly 1 away, turning to face Orderly 2, punching him in the face, making him fall to the floor. Orderly 1 walked closer. Sam turned to face Orderly 1, pushing him toward the wall, making his head shatter a window next to them, making him fall to the floor. Orderly 2 stood. Sam turned to face Orderly 2, kneeing him in the gut, punching him in the face, making him fall to the floor. Dr. Fuller ran out of the hall. Sam noticed, grabbing the letter opener from the floor, chasing Dr. Fuller into the next hallway, tackling him to the floor, turning him to face him, straddling him to keep him pinned down, raising the letter opener over his head.

Martin arrived behind Sam, grabbing his arm to stop him. "No! No! Look at his arm. That cut's not burning." Sam looked at the cut. "It's not him. It's not him."

Sam began to realize that Martin was right, lowering the letter opener to his side. He looked at Dr. Fuller in regret, stunned at what he almost did.

§ 

Sam's Room

Sam was sitting on his bed, in a daze. Dean and Catty walked in.

"You okay?" Catty asked.

Dean and Catty walked closer.

"No," Sam answered. "No, I'm not okay. I--I am... awesome..."

"They give you something?" Dean asked.

"Oh, yeah," Sam answered. "They gave me... everything. It's spectacu--lacular."

Sam laughed.

"You always were a happy drunk," Dean told him.

Sam returned serious, grabbing Dean and Catty each by the arms, pulling them down to eye level. "Guys... the doctor... wasn't a Wraith."

"We know," Dean told him.

Sam looked comically stunned that they could possibly know this.

"I don't understand it," Catty told them. "I mean, I saw it in the mirror. It wasn't Human."

"Or you're seeing things," Sam told her. "Maybe--maybe--maybe you're going crazy."

"I'm not crazy," Catty told them.

"Well..." Sam trailed off. "Come on. I mean, you've been at least... half crazy for a long time, and since you got back from Hell, and the Angels tormenting you with nightmares of there and Alastair for how long now? I mean, we're in a--we're in a mental hospital." He laughed. "Maybe--Maybe their plan worked. Maybe you finally cracked. You know, maybe now you are really... for real... crazy."

"I made a mistake, that's all," Catty told them. "We'll find the thing."

"Okay," Sam told her. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I know." He put a hand on Catty's shoulder. Catty looked at Sam's hand. "It's okay. Hey, hey. Look at me." Catty looked at Sam. "It's okay... because you're my sister... and I still love you." Catty nodded. Sam poked her nose. "Boop!"

Catty looked at Sam for a moment, turning to Dean. "Keep an eye on Loopy Larry, all right?"

"Yeah, I got it," Dean told her. Catty walked toward the door. Dean turned after her. "Cat." Catty stopped in the doorway, looking at him. "Where you going?"

"To fix my mistake," Catty answered, walking out of the room.

Dean looked at Sam. Sam shrugged slightly.

§ 

Hallway

Dean walked out into the hallway. "Catty, you shouldn't go..." He looked around to see that Catty wasn't anywhere around. "Alone."

Dean looked around in confusion, walking down the hall. The happy nurse from earlier and a doctor stood at one side of the hall. Dean walked by a mirror, where he saw that the happy nurse and the doctor looked like Wraiths. Dean knew this couldn't be possible, looking at the happy nurse and the doctor, breathing heavily in confusion, anxious, passing the happy nurse and the doctor by. There were two patients on the other side of the hallway. Dean looked into the mirror in the ceiling to see they looked like Wraiths. He looked at the two patients, walking toward the end of the hall, trying to open the double doors, only to find them locked. He leaned against the corner, sliding to the floor, panicked and confused.

§ 

Other Hallway

Catty was walking down the hall alone, through a doorway.

Eric joined Catty. "You missed our session today."

"A little busy," Catty told him.

"Still hunting that Wraith?" Eric asked.

"People are dying," Catty told him.

"People die all the time," Eric replied.

Catty turned to face Eric in annoyance. "Look, dude, why don't you just let me do my job? Maybe save your life."

"It's not my life that I'm worried about," Eric told her.

"Oh, my G--" Catty started in exasperation. "I am fine, okay? I'm fine."

"Come on," Eric told her. "Even you don't believe that. All this pressure that you're putting yourself under, all this guilt? It's killing you. You can't save everybody. You can't." His voice became hard. "Hell, these days, you can't save anybody, Catty."

Eric turned to leave.

"What did you say?" Catty asked.

Eric turned to her. "The truth, Catty. You got Ellen and Jo Harvelle killed, you and Sam and Dean, and Ness Singer. Ness shot Lucifer, but you couldn't gank him. Castiel and Octavia couldn't even help you." Catty looked at him in confusion to how he knew all of this, nervous. "You couldn't stop Sam from killing Lilith, and--oh, yeah--you broke the first Seal. All you do is fail. Did you really think that you, Catty Winchester, with a high school diploma, a valedictorian win to back you up, and a give-them-hell attitude, were gonna beat the Devil?" Catty looked around, becoming more nervous. "Please. The world is gonna burn, and there is nothing that you can do about it."

"Who are you?" Catty asked. "How do you know that stuff?"

Eric disappeared. Catty looked around in confusion.

She heard a familiar man's voice behind her. "Maybe because I was there."

Catty turned to face the man. Alastair from 4.15 "Death Takes a Holiday" and 4.16 "On the Head of a Pin".

Catty backed away instantly. "No. No, you're not real."

Alastair smiled a twisted smile. "But I'm here, in your head. Because you are going crazy."

Catty shook her head. "No. No, this is a dream. I'm dreaming. The Angels--"

"Oh, come on, Grasshopper," Alastair told her. "You know that the dreams from the Angels are just your memories playing over and over." Catty started to breathe heavily, looking around the deserted hallway. "This is of your own making, Catty." Catty shook her head, tears in her eyes. Alastair disappeared. Catty looked around in confusion. She turned around, walking away quickly. She could hear Alastair's voice singing to Irving Berling's Cheek to Cheek, the trigger song from 4.16 On the Head of a Pin. "Heaven / I'm in Heaven." Catty stopped, frozen. "And my heart beats so I can hardly speak / I seem to find the happiness I seek / When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek." Catty covered her ears, closing her eyes tightly. "Heaven / I'm in Heaven / And the cares that hung around me through the week." Catty lowered her arms, walking forward quickly. When she stepped on the cracks in the floor, Alastair's voice got louder and more chilling. Catty was careful not to step on the cracks. "Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak." Catty reached the T-junction in the hallway, rounding a corner, looking over her shoulder, nearly walking into Alastair, looking at him, stopping in fear. Alastair smirked. Catty turned to run. Alastair restrained her from behind, singing the last part into her ear. "When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek."

Catty struggled. The scene changed from Catty behind restrained by Alastair to Catty lying on a bed.

§ 

Catty's Room

Catty was tied to the bed with restraints around her wrists, ankles, lower area, and chest. She wasn't wearing clothing, but the restraints kept her covered. (Like when Alastair had tortured Ruby in 4.10 Heaven and Hell.)

Alastair was standing nearby. "Looks like I have you all to myself here. Goodness. How will we pass the time?"

Alastair raised a blade.

Catty struggled. "Don't. No, no, don't. Don't, don't. No." Alastair sat next to Catty, smiling smugly, knowing he had her, unbuttoning the restraint around her lower area, lifting it away, placing it aside. Catty struggled, terrified and crying silently. "Stop! Stop! Alastair. Please. Please."

"So polite all of a sudden," Alastair told her. "Very nice. I appreciate that." He stroked Catty's bare skin with disturbingly gentle manner. Catty cringed, breathing unevenly. "Did you actually think that it was over, Catty?"

"No," Catty told him, struggling. Alastair smirked, crawling closer, kneeling over Catty, starting to hum Cheek to Cheek. Catty instantly started to pull harder at the restraints. Alastair smirked, descending, moving forcefully. Catty screamed. She turned her head away from him, breathing heavily, trying to get out. "Alastair, please. No, no--"

§ 

Reality 

Catty's Room

Catty was in the patient clothing, lying in bed, struggling.

Dean woke her up. "Hey, hey, hey. Catty!" Catty woke up, breathing heavily, looking as if she was about to cry, looking at Dean, realizing it had been just a dream. "What the hell was that?"

Catty hesitated, shaking her head. "I don't know."

"I thought you were going looking for the Wraith," Dean told her.

Catty looked around the room. "So did I." Dean looked at Catty in confusion. Catty looked at Dean. Dean's eyes were completely white, like Alastair's. He smirked a twisted smile. Catty gasped, sliding away into the wall behind her. "No. This is supposed to be over."

"It will never be over as long as you can remember," Dean/Alastair told her. "As long as you're breathing. It'll be in your head when you're asleep, it'll be in your every waking nightmare." He reached toward Catty. Catty slid away back into the corner. Dean/Alastair put a hand on her cheek. Catty turned her head away in fear, cringing, closing her eyes, but couldn't move much more than that. "You can't escape me, Catty. Not until you can't take it any longer and put yourself out of your misery. So I win."

Catty cowered in the corner, wrapping her arms over her knees, tears in her eyes.

Dean looked at Catty in concern. His eyes were normal, revealing it had been just a hallucination. "Catty? Catty, what's wrong?" 

Catty looked at Dean, realizing what had just happened hadn't been real, relieved and completely numb all the same. 

§ 

Sam's Room

Sam looked out of the window pensively. There was a knock on the door. Sam looked toward the door. Dr. Fuller and an orderly walked in. Sam stood, turning to face them.

"You asked to see me?" Dr. Fuller asked.

"Yeah," Sam answered. "Thanks. I, um... I just wanted to apologize. I feel horrible about what I did to you. I thought you were a monster."

"I know that," Dr. Fuller told him. "The question is, 'Why?'"

"I was..." Sam trailed off. "It doesn't matter, um... because after what happened last night, I had a... moment of clarity. I realized... there's no such thing as monsters."

"Well, I'm glad to hear you say that," Dr. Fuller told him. "But, honestly? Monsters are the least of your problems. People can learn to live with delusions, but the anger I saw in you... You hurt those two men, and you were going to kill me. The look in your eyes when you came after me, I... It was like you were barely even Human. Like a man possessed."

Sam was very ashamed and guilty. "I know. Please... just... could you give me a second chance?"

"Well, this isn't a prison," Dr. Fuller told him. "You'll be allowed to go to the day room, under supervision."

"Thank you," Sam told him.

Dr. Fuller stepped closer. "But if there is one more outburst... I will transfer you to a facility that is equipped to handle violent patients. And, believe me, they will be far, far less forgiving."

§ 

Patient Lounge

Sam walked inside. An orderly followed Sam to keep an eye on him, but keeping his distance.

Sam found Dean at a checkers table, sitting and looking at the wall. He walked toward him. "Dean? Hey. Where's Catty?" Dean stood, looking at Sam seriously. "Oh. What's wrong?"

"It's not the Demon blood, Sam," Dean told him. "It never was."

"What?" Sam asked.

"The problem was you," Dean told him. "It was always you. The lies... your arrogance... the black spot on your soul."

Sam was very confused and anguished. Other patients surrounded them.

A female patient faced Sam. "Now we're all gonna die because of you. It's all your fault."

Sam turned away.

"You killed all of us," a male patient told him. "Pathetic freak."

The male patient pushed Sam into the other patients.

"You evil son of a bitch!" the female patient told him.

The patients pushed Sam around their circle while they spoke.

"Loser," Female Patient 2 told him.

"Grow up and die!" Male Patient 2 told him.

"Freak!" Female Patient 3 told him.

"We're all gonna die!" Male Patient 3 told him.

"Loser!" Female Patient 4 told him.

Sam couldn't take anymore, punching Male Patient 3 in the face, twice, making him turn away. He turned around to punch Male Patient 2 in the face. There were no patients in the room. Dean wasn't there, either. Sam was punching the air around him. The orderly ran toward Sam, grabbing Sam's arms, restraining them behind his back.

"Leave me alone," Sam told him, pulling free, turning to face the orderly, punching him in the face, making him fall to the floor. Another orderly ran toward Sam, grabbing his arms, restraining them behind his back. "Leave me alone!" Orderly 1 stood, helping Orderly 2 restrain Sam. "Leave me alone! No! Stop it! Leave me alone!" They pulled Sam toward the door. "Leave me alone! I didn't do it! Get off of me! Leave me alone!" The orderlies pulled Sam out of the room. "No! Leave me alone! What's happening? What's happening?"

§ 

Martin's Room

Martin seemed to be sleeping, hearing the door opening, sitting up, holding a silver letter opener, trying to stab Catty and Dean.

Catty caught his arm, still a little scared, keeping her voice down. "Martin, Martin. It's Catty and Dean."

"Oh, sorry," Martin told them, lowering his letter opener. Dean put a hand to his forehead. "You--You look like hell, guys."

Catty nodded. "I--I feel like it, too."

"Where's Sam?" Martin asked.

"Lock down!" Dean answered in a whisper. "He went crazy. Thank God."

"What?" Martin asked.

"We're going crazy, too," Dean told him. "We're seeing things. We're hearing things. I mean, we all are. Crazy is the clue."

"What do you mean?" Martin asked.

Catty opened her mouth to explain, stopping, looking at the other side of the room.

Dean snapped his fingers in Catty's face. "Catty!" Catty looked at them. Dean looked at Martin. "Crazy is the clue."

"You said that," Martin told him. "What?"

"I mean, the things we have done, the stuff that we've seen, we're gonna end up going guano eventually," Catty told him. "Probably end up like a couple of drooling nut bags." She realized what she said. "No offense."

"None taken," Martin told her.

"But us, freaking out on the same day?" Dean asked. "I mean, it's gotta be..."

"The monster," Martin finished.

Catty looked around anxiously. "What? Where? Where? Where?"

Catty ducked down at the side of the bed, looking as if she could still see something that they didn't, someone.

"No, it's not--" Dean started. "No, there's nothing there."

Catty crouched next to Martin's bed. "That you can see, Dean."

"Cat, he's not there," Dean told her. "Just look at us, okay?" Catty nodded, trying her best to ignore the hallucinations and voice in her head. Dean looked at Martin. "What if this thing doesn't just feed on the insane? What if it makes people insane? Is it possible? Does that seem real?"

"Well, I'm not the most reliable source on what is real, but it sounds--" Martin started. "It makes sense."

"Okay," Catty told them. "Okay." She looked at Dean. "So--so, we got infected. Sam, too. You know, something shot us up with crazy. You know, something..." She began to realize something. "Maybe... Maybe it's Alastair..." She looked at Dean desperately. "I can hear him, Dean, right now. He's in my head."

"No," Dean told her. "Focus on the Wraith, Catty. Focus."

"Right," Catty agreed. "The Wraith. The Wraith." She stood. "Okay."

"So, the Wraith--the Wraith, it--it poisoned us," Dean told them. "It--Yeah. Maybe with venom, you know? By--by touch... or--or venom, or saliva." He froze, looking at Catty in realization. "Wendy."

"Wendy?" Catty repeated.

"Wendy," Dean repeated. "Wendy slobbered all over you, me and Sam. That's how we got infected."

§ 

Hallway

Martin, Dean and Catty walked down the hall, around the corner, walking toward Wendy's room. Catty was avoiding stepping on the cracks on the tiled floor.

Dean noticed. "Catty?"

Martin, Dean and Catty stopped walking.

"I can't step on the cracks," Catty told them. "If I step on the cracks, his voice will get louder. I don't want him to get louder."

"It's okay," Dean told her.

They heard Wendy scream, running down the hall.

§ 

Wendy's Room

Dean kicked in the door. Wendy was on her bed, her wrists slit. The happy nurse was sitting on the bed next to Wendy.

Catty looked into the mirror to see that the happy nurse looked like the Wraith, looking at the happy nurse. "Is this real?"

The happy nurse withdrew her hand from Wendy's head, showing them a skewer stick out of her wrist, which was what she had taken out of Wendy's head, bringing it up to her lips, licking the blood off, the skewer vanishing into her wrist. "Oh, it is, sugar. It's very real."

§ 

The Wraith threw Dean against the wall, making him fall to the floor. Catty ran toward the Wraith with the silver letter opener. She caught Catty's wrist, throwing her into the wall, making her fall to the floor, pinning her to the wall by her throat, punching her in the face repeatedly. Martin grabbed his letter opener, running toward them. The Wraith let Catty go, putting up a hand to shield herself. Martin cut her hand, making her skin crackle and her yell in pain. The Wraith pushed Martin away, walking out of the room, closing the door, locking it from the outside to trap them inside, leaving. Martin walked toward Wendy, checking on her. Wendy could barely open her eyes.

Martin looked at Dean and Catty. "She's still alive."

§ 

Hallway

The Wraith walked down the hall, cradling her hand, seeing two orderlies. "There's three patients in Wendy's room. They attacked me."

The two orderlies ran off. The Wraith watched them go, smiling, walking down the hall. Blood dripped onto the floor from her hand.

§ 

Wendy's Room

Dean and Catty were still disoriented, starting to stand.

"Dean?" Martin asked, his voice fading and echoing. "Can you hear me? Catty!" Catty looked up, having fragmented vision of Martin standing over Wendy's bed, talking to them. "You've gotta get out there and kill that thing. I'll take care of her."

Dean shook his head. "I can't."

"You have to," Martin told them. "You have no choice. Neither of you do." The door unlocked and opened. The two orderlies walked in, grabbing Martin. Martin struggled, giving them a distraction. "Go, Catty! Dean, run! Run!"

Dean struggled to his feet, helping Catty stand. Both of them ran out of the room, leaving, into the hall.

§ 

Hallway

Catty fell against the wall, looking around, dizzy, having a hard enough time to stay standing. The hallway was spinning around her. Catty looked up at the bright, spinning lights above them.

Dean looked down to see blood droplets on the floor leading down the hallway. "Catty."

Catty pushed away from the wall. Catty and Dean walked down the hallway, breathing heavily. Dean fell to his knees against the wall.

Catty walked toward Dean, helping him stand. "Dean, come on."

Catty and Dean continued down the hall.

§ 

Locked Ward

Sam was lying on the bed, ankles and wrists strapped down. The Wraith walked in.

"Hey!" Sam told her. "Let me go!"

"No," the Wraith told him. "You are far too angry to be out there in the real world." 

Sam and the Wraith looked up at a mirror to see that she looked like the Wraith.

Sam looked at the Wraith. "You."

"Of course, it's me," the Wraith told him, looking at Sam. "I gotta say, you hunters don't exactly live up to your rep." She walked closer to Sam. "I mean, Martin's a wreck. He's harmless." Sam began to struggle. "And you, your brother and your sister come in here, talking tough about killing monsters. Kind of made you easy to spot. Then all it took was a touch."

§ 

Flashback

Day - Glenwood Springs Psychiatric Hospital - Check-Up Room

The Wraith was holding Sam's arm while checking his blood pressure.

§ 

Now

Night - Glenwood Springs Psychiatric Hospital - Sam's Room

Sam realized what happened.

The Wraith smirked. "And you were mine. Oh, I love it in here." She knelt down at the head of the bed. "This is my own personal five-star restaurant." She trailed a finger across Sam's forehead. Sam flinched. The Wraith licked her finger. "Hmm. Crazy brains." She trailed another finger across Sam's forehead. "They get soaked in dopamine and adrenaline and all sorts of hormones and chemicals that make them... delicious." She licked her finger. "And the crazier they are, the better they taste."

"You did this to me," Sam told her angrily.

"Well, I helped," the Wraith told him. "But that rage? No, no, no. That's all you." She stood, walking to the side of the bed. "I don't make crazy. I just crank up what's already there." Sam struggled. The Wraith sat next to him. "You build your own hell, but I give you the Legos. And when you're ripe..." She made the skewer slide out of her wrist, aiming it at Sam's head. "I make all of your problems disappear."

The Wraith turned Sam's head to the side, moving the skewer closer to his head. The door burst open. The Wraith and Sam looked toward the door. Dean and Catty walked in.

"You get away from him," Catty told her.

The Wraith stood, turning to face Dean and Catty. "Do you really think this is gonna end well for you, kiddos?"

"No," Catty answered, taking out a silver letter opener. "But, we're crazy." She smiled. "So, what the hell?"

The Wraith chuckled, raising her hand, making the skewer slide back into her wrist. Catty slashed toward her with the blade. The Wraith ducked, pushing Catty into the wall. Dean had his own letter opener, trying to stab the Wraith. She caught his arm, throwing him against the wall, making him fall to the floor, dropping the letter opener. Sam watched helplessly from the bed. The Wraith threw Dean into another wall, pinning him by the throat. Dean grabbed her hand. She raised the other one, the skewer sliding out, aiming it at his forehead. Dean grabbed the other arm, trying to hold it away from his head. The skewer came out a little more, getting closer to his head. Catty ran toward them, grabbing the skewer, breaking it off of the Wraith's hand, making her scream in pain. The Wraith backed into the other wall, holding her skewer hand, which was now spurting blood. Catty looked at the skewer in her hand, dropping it in revulsion. Dean ran toward the silver letter opener, grabbing it from the floor. The Wraith turned toward them, yelling in rage. Dean stabbed the silver letter opener into the Wraith's heart, killing her. The silver burned the Wraith. She fell back into the wall, sliding to the floor, dead. Sam, Dean and Catty looked at her for a moment, their sanity slowly returning, and the hallucinations, dizziness, the echo-y hearing and the slow reflexes slowly fading away, everything returning to normal.

Sam looked at Dean and Catty warily. "You still crazy?"

Catty turned toward Sam. "Not any more than usual." She walked toward his bed, taking off one of the wrist restraints off of him. "We gotta get out of here."

"Yeah," Sam agreed.

Dean walked closer, undoing his ankle restraint. Catty undid the last wrist restraint. Dean undid the last ankle restraint. The alarm bell rang. Sam, Dean and Catty looked up at the doorway, knowing they were in some serious trouble if they didn't get out of here now.

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Outside

Catty, Sam and Dean ran out of the side door. The alarm bell was still ringing. Catty, Sam and Dean ran toward the parking lot and the woods.

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Woods

Catty, Sam and Dean approached the Impala.

"Well, looks like Tom Cruise was right," Dean told them. "Shrinks suck."

Dean reached the driver's door. Catty reached the passenger's front door. Sam was standing at the trunk, hesitating, sighing.

"What are you doing?" Catty asked.

Dean frowned. "Sam? You okay?"

"No," Sam answered. "No. The Wraith--"

"What about her?" Catty asked.

"She was right," Sam told them.

"No, she wasn't," Dean told him. "She's dead. She's dead, okay? Let's hit the road. I need a drink, or 12."

"Most of the time, I can hide it, but..." Sam trailed off. "I am angry." With each word, he became more anguished and exasperated. "I'm mad at everything. I used to be mad at you guys and Dad, then Lilith, now it's Lucifer, and I make excuses. I blame Ruby, or the Demon blood, but it's not their fault. It's not them. It's me. It's inside me. I'm mad... all the time... and I don't know why."

Catty stepped closer to Sam. "Stop. Stop it. So what if you are? What are you gonna do? You gonna take a leave of absence? You gonna say yes to Lucifer? What?"

"No, of course not," Sam answered. "I--"

"Exactly," Catty told him. "And that's exactly what you're gonna do. You're gonna take all that crap and you're gonna bury it. How do you think I'm even surviving right now, with all the crap from Hell, Alastair, and the freaking nightmares that the Angels are giving me to make me say yes eventually? Because I'm not letting it get to me. We're gonna forget about it, because that's how we keep going! That's how we don't end up like Martin."

"Are you with us?" Dean asked. Sam didn't answer. "Come on, Sammy. Are you with us?"

"I'm with you," Sam answered.

"Good," Dean told them. "Let's get the hell out of here."

Dean got into the Impala in the driver's seat, closing the door. Catty walked toward the passenger seat, getting in, closing the door. Sam hesitated, getting into the backseat, closing the door. The Impala drove away into the night.