1.10 Asylum

Dean (voiceover): Previously on Supernatural...
All scenes from 1.01 Pilot until otherwise noted.
Childhood home from Lawrence, Kansas, at night.
22 YEARS AGO
Screen goes to black. Flash of light.
Mary: Sammy!
Mary runs up the stairs, and then into Sam's nursery. The picture flashes to black and white.
John gives baby Sam to Dean.
John: Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Go!
John looks back.
THEIR MOTHER MYSTERIOUSLY DIED
From 1.02 Wendigo, Sam, crying, looking down at Jessica's gravestone.
From 1.03 Dead in the Water, Dean turns to face the army toys that Sam has focused on.
NOW TWO BROTHERS...
Dean (voiceover): Dad's on a hunting trip.
In Sam's bedroom, Sam pulls out his curved knife.
In Sam's apartment, Dean speaks to Sam and Jess.
Dean: And he hasn't been home in a few days.
Sam, in his apartment, looking at Dean.
...ARE ON A QUEST FOR ANSWERS
Sheriff throws John's journal down on the interrogation table in front of Dean.
Dean (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): This is Dad's book.
Sheriff is opening the pages to show Dean.
Dean (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): I think he wants us to pick up
From 1.07 Hook Man, Sam rolling away from the silver hook crashing through the doorway.
Dean (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): where he left off.
From 1.02 Wendigo, Dean talking with Sam.
Dean: -saving people.
From 1.07 Hook Man, Sam grabbing Lori and running for their lives to the front of the church, away from the Hook Man.
Dean (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): Hunting things.
Constance standing in the middle of the road, as Sam drives towards her.
Dean (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): The
Constance standing in the middle of the road, with the Impala driving through her spirit.
Dean (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): family
From 1.05 Bloody Mary, Dean with his back to the camera looking down at a picture of the mirror they need to find, and Sam with a flashlight, scanning around, flashing the light into the camera.
Dean (voiceover from 1.02 Wendigo): business.
Sam talking to Dean outside his apartment.
Sam: You think Mom would've wanted this for us?
Dean talking to Sam outside Sam's apartment.
Dean: I can't do this alone.
From 1.02 Wendigo, Sam, turning to face Dean, both beat up.
Sam: I'm driving.
Impala driving down a road in the evening, one headlight out after crashing through Constance's house.
Screen goes to black.

Roosevelt Asylum
Rockford, Illinois
INT. ASYLUM - NIGHT
A deserted building. A partial sign is shown saying "KEEP OUT Condemned Building No Entry Allowed Violators Prosecuted". A flashlight moves along the walls, showing graffiti, paper, beer bottles and other rubbish everywhere. Footsteps are heard. The camera pans closer to a chained door. Bolt cutters are used to cut the chain open, and the heavy chain falls. Several figures are pushing aside the creaky door and heading in.

EXT. ASYLUM - NIGHT
Kelly opens the door to the police car, stepping out. The radio is heard in the background. Another policeman is heard shutting the other car door. Both cops walk up to chain link fence surrounding the building. The sign on the fence reads "KEEP OUT All Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted."
Gunderson: Can't keep kids out of this place.
Kelly: What is it, anyway?
Gunderson: I forgot you're not a local. You don't know the legend.
Kelly: Legend?
Gunderson: Every town's got it's stories, right? Ours is Roosevelt Asylum. They say it's haunted with the ghosts of the patients. Spend the night,
The sign "Roosevelt Asylum --Est. 1872" is seen, right above a yellow "KEEP OUT" sign.
Gunderson: the spirits will drive you insane.
Kelly raises his eyebrows, his breath leaving a puff of condensation.

INT. ASYLUM - NIGHT
Cops enter with flashlights and start searching.
Gunderson: Hello? Police Officers!
They reach the end of the short hallway, and turn the corner into a large area.
Gunderson: ...Po-lice Officers!
They step away from each other, looking around. There is a noise of a bottle being kicked nearby. Their eyes go to the far side where they see the broken chain dangling from the door handle, onto the floor.
Gunderson: You telling me these kids brought bolt-cutters? C'mon. Let's split up.
Kelly: Alright.
They walk past the open door.

INT. ASYLUM/BOILER ROOM - NIGHT
A sign reading "BOILER ROOM" from the back is seen through the glass. Kelly is now walking by himself. He enters the room and looks around. The radio is heard faintly.
Kelly: Hello?
He continues to walk around the corner, and down the hallway. A thud is heard.

INT. ASYLUM and INT. ASYLUM - NIGHT, alternating
Gunderson is shining his flashlight around, walking down a hallway. His footsteps echo eerily.
Kelly: Hello?
Kelly is now opening a door marked "Caution Biological Hazard" and walking in.
Gunderson wanders into another room, shining his flashlight about. Expression changes, as he walks around the corner.
Gunderson: Alright, c'mon out.
Flashlight reveals three kids sitting in the dark, smirking at themselves.
Wind whistles eerily. Kelly is still searching, and his flashlight goes out. He shakes it. A door creaks open, POV from the doorway, looking at cop. Kelly slowly turns to look at the door.

EXT. ASYLUM - NIGHT
Gunderson watches a yellow car drive off then reaches for his radio.
Gunderson: Kelly, you copy?
Kelly appears suddenly behind him.
Gunderson: (jumping) Jeez! Where the hell you been?
Kelly: In there...
Gunderson: What was it? See anything?
He thinks for a second, eyes down, then looks up at Gunderson with a strange expression. He chuckles.
Kelly: No.
They climb into the police car.
Gunderson: (into car radio) This is patrol one four. We are clear and returning to station.
Voice on radio: Roger.
Kelly looks at the side view mirror and notices that his nose starts to bleed. He wipes it slowly.
Voice on radio: Patrol one four. Proceed to return to station.

INT. KELLY HOUSE - NIGHT
Kelly enters bedroom, with his jacket off. A woman is reading in bed, but she closes the book when he comes in.
Wife: Hey.
Kelly had placed his jacket on the back of the chair, and heads over to the dresser. He begins lining up gun, keys, etc, on a chest of drawers.
Wife: So, what? You're still not talking to me? Walt, I said I was sorry about before. How many times do I have to say it?
He finishes lining up coins. A pause. He then picks up the gun and swings around.

EXT. VIEW OF WINDOW - NIGHT
Sounds of gunshot. A brief pause, then another gunshot.

EXT. MOTEL - NIGHT
A red neon Motel sign flickers, with the blue and green neon arrows pointing downward. The scene includes the corner of the motel, with a soda machine out front. A car drives from right to left. A pickup drives by, from left to right.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY
John's journal is open on Dean's lap, as he is looking through it. Dean is sitting at the table, while Sam is sitting on the end of a bed. Sam is on the phone.
Sam: No, Dad was in California last we heard from him. We just thought...he comes to you for munitions

Credit:

Starring JARED PADALECKI

Sam: maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. Just, call us if you hear anything.
Caleb: 'kay.
Sam: Thanks.
Caleb: You bet.
Dean: Caleb hasn't heard from him?
Sam: Nope.

Credit:

JENSEN ACKLES

Sam: And neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Any leads in there?
Dean: No, same as last time I looked. Nothing I can make out...
Dean gives a half laugh.
Dean: I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like friggin' Yoda.
Sam: You know, maybe we should call the Feds.

Credit:

Guest Starring BROOKE NEVIN (Kat)

Sam: File a missing persons.
Dean: We've talked about this. Dad'd be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail.
Sam: I don't care anymore.

Credit:

NICHOLAS D'AGOSTO (Gavin)

Cellphone rings. Dean closes the journal, stands up and crosses the room.
Sam: After all that happened back in Kansas, I mean... he should've been there, Dean. You said so yourself. You tried to call him and... nothing.
Dean rummages through his clothes.
Dean: I know!
A pause.
Dean: Where the hell is my cellphone?
Sam: You know, he could be dead for all we know.
Dean: Don't say that! He's not dead! He's - he's...
Sam: He's what? He's hiding? He's busy?
Dean finds and flicks opens the cellphone. A look crosses his face.
Seen on cellphone:
Message
From: Unavailable
Subject:
Msg: 42, -89
9:52
Dean scoffs.
Dean: I don't believe it.
Sam: What?
Dean sits on his bed.
Dean: It's, uh, a text message. It's coordinates.
Dean looks at Sam. Sam looks back, upset.

INT. MOTEL - NIGHT
Dean typing on laptop. Sam is standing across the room.
Sam: You think Dad was texting us?
Dean: He's given us coordinates before.
Sam: The man can barely work a toaster, Dean.

Credit:

TOM PICKETT (Officer Daniel Gunderson)

Dean: Sam, this is good news! It means he's okay, or alive at least.
Sam: Well, was there a number on the caller ID?
Dean: Nah, it said 'unknown'.
Sam: Okay. Well, where do the coordinates point?
Dean: That's the interesting part. Rockford, Illinois.

Credit:

Producer PETER JOHNSON

Sam: Okay, and that's interesting how?
Dean: I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this.

Credit:

Supervising Producer PHIL SGRICCIA

Dean angles the laptop towards Sam, who walks forward slowly, leaning down to read the screen. Dean clicks on the various links to show Sam. Sam sits.
Dean: 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.

Credit:

Co-Executive Producer JOHN SHIBAN

Sam: Okay, I'm not following. Wh-what has this have to do with us?
Dean: Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal.
Dean picks up the journal to flip through it.

Credit:

Co-Executive Producer RICHARD HATEM

Dean: Let's see...
He turns the page. The newspaper clipping reads: "Teenagers die in abandoned hospital fire."
Dean: Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths - till last week at least. I think this is where he wants us to go.
Sam scoffs, then stands up to pace. He brings his hands up to rub the back of his head.

Credit:

Co-Executive Producer KIM MANNERS

Sam: This is a job...
Sam turns back to face Dean, rubbing one hand across his face.
Sam: Dad wants us to work a job.
Dean: Well, maybe we'll meet up with him? Maybe he's there?
Sam: Maybe he's not? I mean, he could be sending us there, by ourselves, to hunt this thing.
Dean: Who cares?!

Credit:

Executive Producer McG

Dean reaches for the laptop, to close it to pack up.
Dean: If he wants us there, it's good enough for me!
Dean stands up to head over to the bed.
Sam: This doesn't strike you as weird? The texting? The coordinates?
Dean: Sam! Dad's tellin' us to go somewhere, we're goin'.
Sam makes a bitchface and sighs.

Credit:

Produced by CYRUS YAVNEH

Scene fades out.

EXT. BACK ROAD - NIGHT
Scene fades in. Cruising Impala shot. Scene fades out.

EXT. BAR - NIGHT

Credit:

Created by ERIC KRIPKE

Sign saying "The Old Terminal Pub". Neon blue sign of "ROOMS" is on the side. The Impala is parked out front. Everything is wet, as if it had finished raining. "Hey You" by Bachman Turner Overdrive is playing in the bar.

Music:

You say you wanna change the world

Credit:

Written by RICHARD HATEM

Someone comes out of the bar.

Music:

It's alright, with me there's no regret It's my...

INT. BAR - NIGHT

Music:

...turn, the circle game has brought me here

Daniel Gunderson sits at a table.

Credit:

Directed by GUY BEE

Dean: You're Daniel Gunderson, right? You're a cop?

Music:

And I won't let down 'til every song is set

Gunderson looks over at Dean, who's across the table from him.
Gunderson: Yeah.
Dean sits down across from him.
Dean: Huh. I'm uh, Nigel Tufnel, with The Chicago Tribune. You mind if I ask you a couple of questions? About your partner?

Music:

You realize now You should have tried now, ooh

Gunderson: Yeah, I do. I'm just tryin' to have a beer here.

Music:

The music's gone now

Dean: That's okay, It won't take that long. I just want to get the story in your words.
Gunderson: A week ago, my partner was sitting in that chair. Now he's dead. You gonna ambush me here?

Music:

You lost it somehow

Dean: Sorry. But I need to know what happened.

Music:

Hey you, sha la la la

Sam comes over to the table.
Sam: Hey buddy.
Sam grabs Dean and pushes him aside roughly.

Music:

Hey you, sha la la la

Sam: How about you leave the poor guy alone! The man's an officer! Why dontcha show a little respect!

Music:

Woo! Sha la la la

Dean pauses, staring, then walks off.

Music:

Woo! Sha la la la

Gunderson: You didn't havta do that.

Music:

Hey you

Sam: Yeah, course I did. That guy's a serious jerk.

Music:

You say the race is much too fast

Sam: Let me buy you a beer, huh?

Music:

It's okay

Sam looks at barman.

Music:

With me I'm keeping pace

Sam: Two?

Music:

It's my game, the music is inside my head

Sam sits down in the seat Dean had previously.
Gunderson: Thanks.
He smiles at Gunderson.

Music:

For every one on top there's one...

EXT. BAR - NIGHT
Sam walks out of the bar. Dean is sitting on Impala.
Dean: Shoved me kinda hard in there, buddy boy.
Sam: I had to sell it, didn't I?
Sam reaches Dean, and gives a cock of his head.
Sam: It's Method acting.
Sam continues walking. Dean turns around to follow Sam, his head cocked quizzically.
Dean: Huh?
Sam makes a dismissive motion with his hand.
Sam: Never mind.
They face each other across the top of the Impala.
Dean: What'd you find out from Gunderson?
Sam: So, Walter Kelly was a good cop. Head of his class, even-keeled, he had a bright future ahead of him.
Dean: What about at home?
Sam: He and his wife had a few fights, like everybody, but it was mostly smooth sailing. They were even talking about having kids.
Dean: Alright, so either Kelly had some deep-seated crazy waiting to bust out, or something else did it to him.
Sam: Right.
Dean: What'd Gunderson tell you about the asylum?
Sam huffs.
Sam: A lot.

ASYLUM

EXT. ASYLUM - DAY
Sam lands with a grunt, waiting for Dean. Dean climbs over the tall chain linked fence with a grunt of his own, swinging his body over and down. They head up the stairs. The camera pans to the sign - "Keep Out. Condemned Building. No Entry Allowed. Violators Prosecuted." The camera then pans upwards to the sign "Roosevelt Asylum est. 1872"

INT. ASYLUM - DAY
Door opens, as Sam, then Dean, comes through. Dean closes the door behind them. They walk in, looking around. Sam huffs.
Sam: So, apparently the cops chased the kids here... into the south wing.
Sam indicates a sign over one door.
Dean: South wing, huh? Wait a second.
Dean flips through John's journal.
Dean: South wing. South wing. 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.
Sam: So whatever's going on, the south wing seems like the heart of it.
Dean: But if the kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?
Sam is looking around. He notes the broken chain.
Sam: Looks like the doors are usually chained. Could've been chained up for years.
Dean: Yeah, to keep people out. Or to keep something in.
They look at each other, then Sam slowly pushes the door open.

INT. ASYLUM - DAY
Sam and Dean walk down a hallway. Dean has an EMF meter out, checking.
Dean: Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel.
Sam: Dude, enough.
Dean: I'm serious. You gotta be careful, all right? Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got going on.
Sam: I told you, it's not ESP! I just have strange vibes sometimes. Weird dreams.
Dean: Yeah, whatever. Don't ask, don't tell.
Sam: You get any reading on that thing or not?
Dean: Nope. Of course, it doesn't mean nobody's home.
Sam: Spirits can't appear during certain hours of the day.
Dean: Yeah, the freaks come out at night.
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: (deadpan) Hey Sam, who do you think is the hotter psychic: Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?
Sam punches Dean, who laughs.

INT. ANOTHER ROOM - DAY
There are old jars filled with fluid and it seems, body parts on the table. There is also a doll with it's head missing. The boys look around. Dean whistles. Dean taps the EMF meter a couple of times, then turns it off and puts it in the inside jacket pocket. There is a metal chair.
Dean: Man. Electroshock. Lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kinda like my man Jack in Cuckoo's Nest.
Dean makes crazy eyes and grins at Sam. Sam ignores him and Dean's smile drops. They look around some more.
Dean: So. Whaddaya think? Ghosts are possessing people?
Sam: Maybe. Or maybe it's more like, uh, like Amityville, or the Smurl haunting.
Dean: Spirits, uh, driving 'em insane. Kinda like my man Jack in The Shining.
Dean grins.
Sam: Dean.
Dean looks at him.
Sam: When are we going to talk about it?
Dean: Talk about what?
Sam: About the fact that Dad's not here.
Dean: Oooh, uh, let's see... never.
Sam: I'm being serious, man.
Dean: So am I, Sam. Look, he sent us here, he obviously wants us here. We'll just have to pick up the search later.
Sam: It doesn't matter what he wants.
Dean: See. That attitude? Right there? That is why I always got the extra cookie.
Sam: Dad could be in trouble, we should be looking for him. We deserve some answers, Dean. I mean, this is our family we're talking about.
Dean: I understand that, Sam, but he's given us an order.
Sam: So what, we gotta always follow Dad's orders?
Dean: Of course we do.
Sam gives Dean a bitchface. Dean stares at him then turns away, ending the conversation. Dean is poking around and he picks up a sign.
Dean: 'Sanford Ellicott'...You know what we gotta do. We gotta find out more about the south wing. See if something happened here.
Dean walks away, leaving the sign with Sam, who stares down at it with a bitchface. The sign reads "Chief of Staff - Sanford Ellicott, M.D." Sam looks up, resigned, and tosses the sign to the side as he walks out.

DR. JAMES ELLICOTT

INT. A WAITING ROOM - DAY
Sam sits on couch flipping through a magazine. A man comes to the open door. The sign on the door reads 'Dr. James Ellicott, Clinical Psychiatry'.
Ellicott: Sam Winchester?
Sam: That's me.
Ellicott: Come on in.
Sam stands up, tossing the magazine on the couch to follow Doctor into the inner room.
Sam (voiceover): Thanks again for seeing me last minute.

INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - DAY
The doctor closes the door, before sitting down at his desk. He opens a file to look through it. Sam is looking around the room. There is a picture of Dr. Sanford Ellicott with a young boy on the desk. The doctor closes his file. There is a plaque that reads, "Presented to Dr. James Ellicott for 15 Years of Service to the Rockford Chamber of Commerce."
Sam: Dr...Ellicott.
The doctor turn in his chair to face Sam briefly.
Sam: Ellicott, that name. Wasn't-wasn't there a...a Dr. Sanford Ellicott? Yeah, he was a - he was a chief psychiatrist somewhere.
The doctor has a pad and has now turned to face Sam fully, crossing his legs.
Ellicott: My father was chief of staff at the old Roosevelt Asylum. How did you know?
Sam: Ah. Well, I'm sort of...a local history buff. Hey, wasn't there ah, wasn't there an incident or something? In the, uh, in the hospital, I guess. In the south wing, right?
Ellicott: We're on your dollar, Sam. We're here to talk about you.
Sam: Oh, okay. Yeah, yeah. Sure.
Sam huffs.
Ellicott: So.
Both Ellicott and Sam are nodding.
Sam: So.
Ellicott: How's things?
Sam: Ah, things are good, doctor.
Sam nods again.
Ellicott: Good. Whatcha been doing?
Sam: Ahh, same old. I just been on a... on a road trip with my brother.
Ellicott: Was that fun?
Long pause, as Sam works on smiling, but not quite sincere.
Sam: Loads. Umm. You know, we've... met a lot of... interesting people. Did a lot of... ah... lot of interesting things... ahhh. You know? What was it exactly that happened in the south wing? I forget...
Ellicott: Look, if you're a local history buff, then you know all about the Roosevelt riot.
Sam: The riot? Well, no. I know. I'm just curious.
Ellicott: Sam. Let's cut the bull, shall we? You're avoiding the subject.
Ellicott places his pad on his desk, and leans in to confront Sam. Sam pauses a moment.
Sam: What subject?
Ellicott: You. Now I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you all about the Roosevelt riot, if you tell me something honest about yourself. Like, uh, this brother you're road-tripping with. How do you feel about him?
Sam looks a little freaked out, and shakes his head, trying to come up with a response. He finally gives a grimace to the doctor.

EXT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - DAY
Dean leans against glass windows next to the door reading "Creekview Medical Center", looking bored. Sam walks out, Dean checking to see who it might be. Sam continues to walk. Dean catches up and matches his pace, as they walk along.
Dean: Dude! You were in there forever. What the hell were you talking about?
Sam: Just the hospital, you know.
Dean: And...?
Sam: And the south wing? It's where they housed the really hard cases. The psychotics, the criminally insane.
Dean: Sounds cozy.
Sam: Yeah. And one night in '64, they rioted. Attacked staff. Attacked each other.
Dean: So what? The patients took over the asylum?
Sam: Apparently.
Dean: Any deaths?
Sam: Some patients, some staff. I guess it was pretty gory.
They reach the Impala and stop walking, turning to face each other.
Sam: Some of the bodies were never even recovered, including our chief of staff, Ellicott.
Dean: Whaddaya mean, never recovered?
Sam: Cops scoured every inch of the place, but I guess the patients must've... stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden.
Sam gives a disgusted face, and Dean's eyebrows raise in surprise.
Dean: That's grim.
Sam: Yeah. So, they transferred all the remaining patients and shut down the hospital for good.
Dean: Alright, so sum it up, we've got a bunch of violent deaths and a bunch of unrecovered bodies.
Sam: You mean a bunch of angry spirits.
Dean: Good times. Let's check out the hospital tonight.

INT. ASYLUM - NIGHT
Flashlight approaches behind a door. Heads are seen. The door creaks open. Gavin and Kat, university aged, enter. Gavin is shining his light everywhere, highlighting the dark and dingy hallway.
Gavin: Check this out! Creepy... yet terrifying.
Kat stops, and Gavin turns to face her.
Kat: I thought we were going to a movie.
Gavin: This is better. It's like we're in a movie.
Kat: (huffing) I can't believe you call this a date.
Gavin turns and walks forward again, leaving Kat standing there.
Gavin: C'mon, it'll be fun. Let's look around. C'mon!
She follows him. They move further along. Gavin jumps, swinging his flashlight around.
Gavin: What's that?
Kat swings around. Gavin pokes her and she jumps, then hits him. He laughs. She gives out a big sigh.
Gavin: Hey look. C'mon, let's check it out.
Kat: I...don't want to. Let's just go.
Gavin: C'mon!
They stare at each other. She gives another sigh of frustration. He's shining his light on ahead, and decides to leave her.
Gavin: Okay. Okay, you can wait here.
Kat: W- Gavin. No.
Gavin: I'm just gonna be a minute. Nothing's gonna get ya, I promise.
Gavin drops his bag at her feet, then turns and heads into the next room alone. She crosses her arms to keep warm, upset. She hears something behind he and turns to look. He cautiously enters the next room. The door creakily closes behind him. Kat is looking all around her. He looks at the closed door, grins, and keeps going. There are whispers that start. In the doorway a female figure with long hair is seen in shadow just as Gavin's flashlight fails. He shakes it.
Gavin: (whispers)Damn it.
After looking around, Gavin turns around.
Gavin: Hey, Sweetie. Couldn't take it, huh?
The figure comes closer and putting her hands on either side of his face.
Female Figure: Hey.
They start making out.
Kat (calling in the distance): Gavin, where are you?
Gavin pulls back and freaks out.
Kat: Gavin?
The girl steps back into the light, and Gavin sees what she is.
The screen goes black.

INT. ASYLUM - NIGHT
Back at the entrance, Sam pushes open the door, Dean beside him. Sam is holding a video camera and flashlight, Dean an EMF meter. They head into the asylum, Sam with his flashlight on, next to his video camera and Dean's EMF meter registering like crazy.
Sam: Getting readings?
Dean: Yeah, big time.
Sam: This place is orbing like crazy.
Dean stops and looks at Sam's camera screen, which is showing a lot of spiritual orbs.
Dean: It's probably multiple spirits out and about.
Sam: And if these uncovered bodies are causing the haunting...
Dean: We gotta find 'em and burn 'em. Just be careful though. The only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit... is the pissed off spirit of a psycho killer.
They start walking again. There is a flash of someone walking across the hallway behind the brothers. They turn, but see nothing. After a moment, they head more into the asylum. The camera pans away from the brothers, across the hallway, to see a crazed-looking bald man strapped into a straitjacket in the corner. His head twists and turns, blurring on camera.

INT. ASYLUM - NIGHT
White-out, then Sam's flashlight tilts downward and the brothers are still investigating down a hallway. Sam steps into a large room, while Dean keeps looking elsewhere. Sam pans the light and the recorder around, not having much luck, when there is a noise. He swings his light and recorder around, but nothing. Then he goes back to searching, and finds an old woman through the video lens. He looks up. She is white haired, one eye bloody and hanging out, moving toward him.
Sam: Dean? Dean!!
Dean runs into the room, rummaging in his bag at the same time.
Sam: Shotgun!
Dean: (shouting) Sam, get down!
Sam throws himself on the ground. Dean shoots the woman point-blank. She disintegrates. They both look around, gasping. Sam pants.
Sam: That was weird.
Dean: Yeah. You're telling me.
Dean starts moving out of the room. Sam follows.
Sam: No, Dean, I mean it was weird that she didn't attack me.
Dean: Looked pretty aggro from where I was standing.
Sam: She didn't hurt me. She didn't even try! So if she didn't wanna hurt me then what did she want?
A noise comes from a room they are passing. Dean immediately raises his shotgun and Sam turns on the flashlight and shines it into the room. They approach a metal bed covered in a ragged sheet, on its side. They see the top of a blonde head behind it. They brace themselves. Sam reaches out and tips the bed over. The girl from earlier is crouched facing the corner. She spins around, terrified and gasping, blinking in the light that Sam is shining on her. She whimpers.
Dean: It's alright, we're not going to hurt you. It's okay. What's your name?
She slowly stands up, as Dean lowers the gun.
Kat: Katherine. Kat.
Dean: Okay. I'm Dean, this is Sam.
Sam: What are you doing here!?
Kat: Um. My boyfriend, Gavin.
Dean: Is he here?
Kat: Somewhere.
Dean turns and gives Sam a look, and Sam returns it.
Kat: He thought it would be fun, to try and see some ghosts.
Dean turns back to her. She sniffs.
Kat: I thought it was all just... you know. Pretend. I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream and...
Dean: Alright. Kat? Come on. Sam's gonna get you out of here and then we're gonna find your boyfriend.
Kat: No! No. I'm not going to leave without Gavin. I'm coming with you.
Dean: It's no joke around here, okay. It's dangerous.
Kat: That's why I gotta find him.
Dean and Sam look at each other. Sam shrugs.
Dean: Alright, I guess we gonna split up, then. Let's go.
Dean heads out, with Kat and Sam following.

FINDING GAVIN

EXT. ASYLUM - NIGHT
A shot of the asylum, dark and menacing.
Sam (voiceover): Gavin!

INT. ASYLUM - NIGHT
Sam is wandering around by himself, flashlight on, down a hallway.
Sam: Gavin?

INT. ASYLUM - NIGHT
Kat with Dean, viewed through a dirty window.
Kat: Gavin?... Gavin?
Dean: I got a question for ya.
Dean turns to face her.
Dean: You've seen a lot of horror movies, yeah?
Kat: I guess so.
Dean: Do me a favor. Next time you see one? Pay attention. When someone says a place is haunted... don't go in!
As they move on, a dark shape moves across the inside of the window.

INT. ASYLUM - NIGHT
Sam walks around a corner, still shining his flashlight around. He walks into another room, and sees Gavin on the ground unconscious.
Sam: Gavin.
Sam crouches to shake him.
Sam: Hey, Gavin.
Gavin wakes and freaks out. Sam keeps one hand on Gavin's shoulder to try to calm him down.
Sam: Hey, it's okay, it's okay. I'm here to help.
Gavin: Who are you?
Sam: My name is Sam. Uh, we found your girlfriend.
Gavin: Kat?
Sam: Yeah.
Sam offers his hand, and helps pull Gavin up.
Gavin: Is she alright?
Sam: She's worried about you. Are you okay?
Gavin reaches up to try to remember.
Gavin: I was running. I think I fell.
Sam: You were running from what?
Gavin: There was... there was this girl. Her-her-her face. It was all messed up.
Sam: Okay listen, did this girl... did she try and hurt you?
Gavin: What? No, she... uh...
Sam: She what?
Gavin: She... kissed me.
Sam: Uh... um... but... but she didn't hurt you, physically?
Gavin: Dude! She kissed me. I'm scarred for life!
Sam huffs.
Sam: Well, trust me, it could have been worse. Now, do you remember anything else?
Gavin: She uh... actually, she tried to whisper something in my ear.
Sam: What?
Gavin: I don't know. I ran like hell.
Gavin looks at Sam, who looks back.

INT. ASYLUM - NIGHT
Dean and Kat in another hallway, Dean leading the way, with a flashlight. The flashlight stops working. Dean shakes the flashlight.
Dean: You son of a bitch.
Dean reaches into his pocket.
Dean: It's alright, I got a lighter.
Kat turns to look behind them.
Kat: Ow. You're hurting my arm.
Dean: What are you talking about?
They turn to look at each other, realize they're too far apart to be touching, and look down. A disembodied hand is clutching Kat's arm. She screams. Kat is dragged into a room, the metal door slamming behind her. Dean races to it and struggles to pull it open.
Dean: Kat!
The screen goes black.

INT. ASYLUM ROOM and ASYLUM HALLWAY, alternating - NIGHT
Kat is banging on the inside of the door. Dean continues to struggle with the door.
Kat: Lemme out! Please!
Dean: Kat! Hang on!
Dean smashes at the door with a crowbar, then tries to jimmy it open. Inside, Kat slowly backs up, looking at the door. Someone stands behind her, breathing heavily. When Kat spins around there is no one there. With his first attempt to jimmy the door failed, Dean continues banging on the door with the crowbar. Kat turns again and sees the ghost. Tall, heavyset, long dark oily hair, his face a bloody mess. Kat screams and backs up to the door... and backs into him. She screams again, backing away from the second place the ghost showed up.
Sam is running down the hall to Dean, followed by Gavin.
Sam: What's going on?
Dean: She's inside with one of them.
Kat is backed into the corner of the room, sliding down.
Kat: (screams) Help me!!
Gavin: Kat!
Kat slides down against the door as the ghost approaches.
Kat: Get me out of here!
Sam: Kat, it's not going to hurt you. Listen to me! Y-You've got to face it. You've got to calm down.
Dean turns to Sam, astonished.
Dean: She's gotta what?!
Kat: (shouting) I have to what?!
Sam: These spirits, they're not trying to hurt us, they're trying to communicate. You gotta listen to it. You gotta face it.
Kat has her face turned away from the ghost, her head pressed against the door.
Kat: You face it!
Sam: No! It's the only way you're going to get out of there.
Kat: No!
Sam: Look at it - that's all! Come on, you can do it!
Kat, taking deep breaths, turns to face the ghost. He leans in close to her face.

INT. ASYLUM HALLWAY - NIGHT
On the other side of the door, everything is quiet.
Gavin: Kat?
Dean: Man, I hope you're right about this.
After a moment, Sam swallows.
Sam: Yeah, me too.
They wait outside the door in tense silence. The lock clicks and the door slowly opens. Kat is standing in the doorway.
Gavin: Oh, Kat.
Dean grabs Kat, pulling her outside into the hallway. Sam goes inside to check out the room with a flashlight. He comes back out, shaking his head at Dean.
Kat: One thirty-seven.
Dean: Sorry?
Kat: It whispered in my ear. '137'.
Dean and Sam look at each other.
Sam and Dean: (in synch) Room number.
Sam and Dean crouch against the wall where they can't be overheard.
Sam: Alright. So if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone...
Dean: Then what are they trying to do?
Sam: Maybe that's what they've been trying to tell us.
Dean: I guess we'll find out. Alright.
They stand up and address the kids.
Dean: So, now. You guys ready to leave this place?
Kat: That's an understatement.
Dean: Okay. (to Sam) You get 'em outta here. I'm going to go find room 137.
Dean turns on his flashlight, and walks away.

GETTING OUT

INT. ASYLUM HALLWAY - NIGHT
Sam leads Kat and Gavin down a hallway.
Kat: So, how do you guys know about all this ghost stuff?
Sam: It's kinda our job.
Kat: Why would anyone want a job like that?
Sam chuckles.
Sam: I had a crappy guidance counselor.
Kat: And Dean? He's your boss?
Sam looks down at Kat, and shakes his head.
Sam: No.

INT. ASYLUM ROOM 137 - NIGHT
Dean moves down a hallway and shines his flashlight on room 137. He pushes against the door, using his weight to push aside the broken furniture blocking it. The room is a mess, filing cabinets pushed over, papers everywhere, the walls stained. He shines the flashlight around, flips through some folders lying in a cabinet, keeps looking.

INT. ASYLUM HALLWAY - NIGHT
Sam marches down a hallway and tries the door, but it's locked. He tries another one, also locked.
Sam: Alright. I think we have a small problem.
Gavin: Let's break it down.
Sam sighs, looking back at the door.
Sam: I don't think that's gonna work.
Gavin: Then a window.
Kat: They're barred.
Gavin: Well, how are we supposed to get out?
Sam thinks, and realizes something.
Sam: That's the point. We're not. There's something in here. It doesn't want us to leave.
Kat: Those patients...
Sam: No. Something else.
Sam huffs in annoyance.

INT. ASYLUM ROOM 137 - NIGHT
Dean is still searching the room, picking up large folders and dropping them back down. He finds a loose panel and pries it off. Behind it is a satchel. Dean reaches in and pulls it out.
Dean: This is why I get paid the big bucks.
Inside is a journal with many notes and hand-drawn pictures of medical instruments. Dean pulls up a chair and starts reading, looking concerned.
Dean: Well all work and no play makes Dr. Ellicott a very dull boy.
A whispering noise makes him look up quickly.

INT. ASYLUM - NIGHT
Sam moves quickly back down the hallway toward Kat and Gavin.
Sam: Alright, I've looked everywhere. There's no other way out.
Gavin: So what the hell are we gonna do?
Sam: Well for starters, we're not gonna panic.
Gavin: Why the hell not!
Sam's phone rings and he answers.
Sam: Hey.
Dean is calling on a bad line.
Dean: Sam, it's me. I see it. It's coming at me.
Sam: Where are you?
Dean: I'm in the basement. Hurry up!
Sam: I'm on my way.
Sam hangs up and looks at Kat and Gavin.
Sam: Alright, can either of you handle a shotgun?
Gavin: What? No!
Kat: I can.
Gavin looks at her in amazement.
Kat: My dad took me skeet shooting a couple of times.
Sam: Alright, here. It's loaded with rock salt. It may not kill a spirit, but it will repel it. So if you see something, shoot.
Kat: Okay.
Sam: 'kay.
Kat cocks the gun, ready to fire.

INT. BASEMENT - NIGHT
Sam searches frantically through hallways and rooms.
Sam: Dean!
He bypasses the Boiler Room, continuing his way. He tries a door, then hears something behind him and turns. He spots the same room of "Caution Biological Hazard" room that Kelly had earlier. He walks over and opens the door, going in.
Sam: Dean?
He carefully looks around. His flashlight flickers and fades. He shakes and taps it, unscrewing one end and rescrewing it back. Water is heard dripping. A door behind him swings open. He raises his shotgun and approaches carefully.
Sam: Dean?
A shadow moves behind a ragged curtain, drawing his attention. When he pulls the curtain back there's no one there. He lowers the gun and turns....and an old beaten up man with ragged hair and clothes grabs his face. His hands start glowing. Sam's head is thrown back in pain, as he reacts to the electricity going into him.
Ellicott: Don't be afraid. I'm going to make you all better.
Screen goes to black.

INT. ASYLUM - NIGHT
Gavin paces, Kat crouches against the wall holding the shotgun.
Kat: Hey, Gavin?
Kat sighs. Gavin comes to crouch beside her.
Gavin: Yeah?
Kat: If we make it out of here alive... we are so breaking up.
Gavin stares at her. They hear a noise around the corner
Kat: Did you hear that?
Gavin: Something's coming.
They both rise, and Kat raises the shotgun. Dean comes around the corner and sees Kat just as she pulls the trigger. He throws himself back around the corner, just as she shoots.
Dean: Damn it, damn it, don't shoot! It's me!
Dean is crouching against the wall.
Kat: Sorry! Sorry.
Dean: Son of a...
Dean comes round the corner and looks at the marks left in the wall, before continuing to walk towards the kids.
Dean: What are you still doing here!? Where's Sam?
Gavin: He-he went to the basement. You called him.
Dean: I didn't call him.
Kat: His cell phone rang. He said it was you.
Dean: Basement, huh?
Dean looks around and grabs some extra weapons.
Dean: Alright. Watch yourselves... and watch out for me.
Dean heads back towards the interior of the asylum, and the basement.

INT. BASEMENT HALLWAY - NIGHT
Dean is looking around in the basement, carefully watching where he's going, shining his flashlight around.
Dean: Sammy? Sam, you down here? Sam? Sam!
As he turns, Sam is standing right in front of him. Dean jumps back, automatically raising his shotgun.
Dean: Man, answer me when I'm calling you! You alright?
Sam: Yeah. I'm fine.
Dean: You know it wasn't me who called your cell, right?
Sam: Yeah, I know. I think something lured me down here.
Dean: I think I know who. Dr. Ellicott. That's what the spirits have been trying to tell us. You haven't seen him, have you?
Sam: No. How do you know it was him?
Dean: 'Cause I found his log book. Apparently he was experimenting on his patients, some awful stuff. Makes lobotomies look like a coupla aspirin.
Sam: But it was the patients who rioted.
Dean: Yeah. They were rioting against Dr. Ellicott. Dr. Feelgood was working on some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy. He thought that if he could get his patients to vent their anger, then they would be cured of it. Instead it only made them worse and worse and angrier and angrier. So I'm thinking, what if his spirit is doing the same thing? To the cop? To the kids in the seventies, making them so angry they become homicidal.
Dean starts to walk on.
Dean: Come on, we gotta find his bones and torch 'em.
Sam: How? The police never found his body.
Sam turns, but doesn't move from his spot. Dean stops to turn to talk with Sam.
Dean: The log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere where he'd work on his patients. So, if I was a patient I'd drag his ass down here, do a little work on it myself.
Sam: I don't know, it sounds kinda...
Dean: Crazy?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: Yeah. Exactly.
Dean continues to search, and he opens another door. He looks inside, then gestures with his head for Sam to follow. Close up of Sam giving Dean a stealthy, sly look.

HIDDEN ROOM

INT. ASYLUM ROOM - NIGHT
Sam follows slowly into the room. Dean is shining his flashlight all around.
Sam: I told you I looked everywhere. I didn't find a hidden room.
Dean: Well, that's why they call it hidden.
There is a wind noise.
Dean: You hear that?
Sam: What?
Dean is looking around, crouching and holding his hand out. Sam is giving Dean a calculated look.
Dean: There's a door here.
Sam points his gun at Dean. A trickle of blood runs from his nose.
Sam: Dean.
Dean looks over. Sam reaches up and wipes the blood.
Sam: Step back from the door.
Dean rises to his feet, his eyes going from the gun to Sam's face.
Dean: Sam, put the gun down.
Sam: Is that an order?
Dean: Nah, it's more of a friendly request.
Sam raises his gun to point at Dean's chest.
Sam: 'Cause I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders.
Dean: I knew it. Ellicott did something to you, didn't he?
Sam: For once in your life, just shut your mouth.
Dean: What are you gonna do, Sam? Gun's filled with rock salt. It's not gonna kill me.
Sam shoots Dean in the chest. The shot blasts him backwards through the hidden door to fall on the floor.
Sam: No. But it'll hurt like hell.
The screen goes black.

INT. BASEMENT/HIDDEN ROOM - NIGHT
Dean lies on the floor, coming to and gasping for breath. His hands cover his chest.
Dean: Sam!
Sam walks over and stands over him.
Dean: We gotta burn Ellicott's bones and all this will be over. You'll be back to normal.
Sam: I am normal. I'm just telling the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? 'Cause you're following Dad's orders like a good little soldier? Because you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?
Dean: This isn't you talking, Sam.
Sam: That's the difference between you and me.
Sam waves the gun around, using it to point towards his head, and then back to Dean.
Sam: I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic, like you.
Dean: So what are you gonna do, huh? You gonna kill me?
Sam: You know what, I am sick of doing what you tell me to do. We're no closer to finding Dad today than we were six months ago.
Dean: Well, then here. Let me make it easier for you.
Dean reaches in his jacket pocket and pulls out his Smith & Wesson toward Sam. Sam is holding the shotgun on Dean, so Dean is really careful when he reaches the gun towards Sam, pulling himself up somewhat to do so.
Dean: Come on. Take it. Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt.
Sam hesitates, eyeing the gun.
Dean: Take it!!
Sam grabs the gun. Dean falls back from where he'd been reaching up to hand the gun to Sam, and just holds his chest. Sam drops his shotgun to the side. He transfers the gun from his left to his right hand, and points it down at Dean's face. Sam's breathing heavily. Dean gives Sam a sad look.
Dean: (softly) You hate me that much? You think you could kill your own brother? Then go ahead.
Dean nods, accepting. Sam gives Dean a look of anger.
Dean: (whispers) Pull the trigger.
Dean looks up at Sam, who is battling his inner thoughts for a long minute.
Dean: Do it!
Sam pulls the trigger with a look of complete anger. The chamber is empty. Confused, Sam stares down at Dean. He tries again, again, and once more. Dean uses a right cross to knock Sam to the ground and struggles to get up. Dean moves to stand over Sam, who is on the ground, trying to stand up himself.
Dean: Man, I'm not going to give you a loaded pistol.
Sam stares up at him. Dean delivers a vicious right cross to knock Sam out, almost falling as he does so. Dean pats his brother.
Dean: Sorry, Sammy.
Dean grunts, then stands and begins looking around the room, pushing back ragged curtains with his pistol. Dr. Ellicott glides past but Dean is looking in the wrong direction and doesn't see him. He sees a tuft of something poking out of the corner of a closed cupboard and moves closer. He opens the door to find a mummified corpse and flinches back from the smell, gagging.
Dean: Oh, that's just gross.
Throwing his bag down, he opens it wide and pulls out the salt. Dean salts the body. The flashlight flickers.
Dean: Soak it up.
Dean drops the salt container and grabs a small tin of kerosene, squirting the body. In the background his flashlight flickers, unnoticed. He gags slightly over the smell. A gurney comes flying across the room and knocks him to the ground. Dr. Ellicott grabs his face and his hands light up. Dean's body arches back in pain, and he cries out occasionally.
Ellicott: Don't be afraid. I'm going to help you. I'm going to make you all better.
Dean struggles to reach his bag with one hand, finds his lighter, flicks it on and tosses it at the mummified body. Dr. Ellicott lets go of Dean as his remains start to burn. Dean crawls out of the way and next to an unconscious Sam. Dean watches as Dr. Ellicott 's ghost turns black and falls to the ground, crumpling on impact. Dean brought up his arm to protect his face from the remains. After it was over, slowly Dean's arm comes down, as he painfully sits up.
Sam wakes up and Dean looks over at him.
Dean: You're not going to try and kill me, are ya?
Sam raises his hand to push at his painfully flexed jaw.
Sam: No.
Dean: Good. Because that would be awkward.
Dean pants a bit from the fight, while Sam is not quite sure how to react.

AFTERMATH

EXT. OUTSIDE ASYLUM - DAYBREAK
The "No Trespassing Violators will be Prosecuted" sign is seen outside the fence. Camera pans from the asylum down to Kat and Gavin.
Kat: Thanks, guys.
Gavin: Yeah. Thanks.
Dean: No more haunted asylums, okay?
They watch Gavin and Kat walk toward their car, then turn to the Impala. Sam doesn't take but a step before he turns back to Dean.
Sam: Hey, Dean?
Dean turns to look at him.
Sam: I'm sorry, man. I said some awful things back there.
Dean: You remember all that?
Sam: Yeah.
Sam shakes his head slightly.
Sam: It's like I couldn't control it. But I didn't mean it, any of it.
Dean: You didn't, huh?
Sam: No, of course not.
Dean has a snarky face. Sam is unsure.
Sam: Do we need to talk about this?
Dean moves to get into the Impala, throwing his duffle in the back seat through the window.
Dean: No. I'm not really in the sharing-and-caring kinda mood. I just wanna get some sleep.
Dean climbs into the Impala, and cranks her engine on. Scene fades out.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY
Scene fades in. Camera pans over Dean, asleep in bed. A phone rings.
Sam: Dean.
Dean doesn't move. From the other bed, Sam, frowning, reaches over and grabs Dean's phone from the end table and checks the number, then flips it open.
Sam: Hello.
He listens, then sits straight up in bed.
Sam: Dad?
Screen goes to black.