Fanfic SPN: Asylum - missing scene
Title: Asylum - missing scene
Characters: Dean/Sam
Word Count: around 2.380
Rating: readable for everyone
Warnings/Spoilers: Just for 1x10 Asylum
Summary: After writing the review for 1x10 for the nice community spn_onceagain I said someone should write a story about the things that happened while Sam talked to the psychiatrist Ellicott. And kros_21 said: Go ahead. Write it yourself^^ And I did. Behind the cut are my results^^
Thank you's: to kros_21 again^^ She’d gone through this story and searched for mistakes. If you find more, then blame me^^ She did the best she could^^ Now have fun^^
Asylum - missing scene
Waiting patiently doc Ellicott leans back in his chair and looks at the young man sitting in front of him. “So.”
Sam echoes nervous. “So.”
“How’s things?” The doc asks.
Lacking of a better answer Sam answers: “Ah, things are good, doctor.”
When he saw Sam in the waiting room the doc knew that there was something going on with the young man. Right now the guy doesn’t seem to be willing to talk about anything. But he isn’t known as a very good psychiatrist for nothing. “Good, what you been doing?”
“Same old. Just been on a... on a road trip with my brother.”
Now they’re getting to the core. This brother seems to be an important thing, ‘cause Sam mentioned him in the first few sentences. “Was that fun?” The doc insists on the topic.
“Loads. Aehm, you know... we met a lot of... interesting people. Did a lot of aeh... lot of interesting things. Aeh... you know... what was it exactly, that happened in the south wing? I forget...”
Interesting doesn’t mean fun. And Sam doesn’t sound like he had a lot of fun in traveling around. Maybe Sam is interested in exchanging information. Maybe the Roosevelt riot is important enough for him to let something out about himself. The doc decides to give it a try. “Look, if you’re a local history buff then you know all about the Roosevelt riot.”
“The riot. No, I know, I know. I’m just curious...” Sam starts to feel really uncomfortable now.
“Sam, let’s cut the bull, shall we? You’re avoiding the subject.”
Again he’s acting like he doesn't have a clue why he's sitting in this chair with a psychiatrist in front of him. “What subject?”
It is time for the final question. Hopefully he’ll be successful. The boy really seems to need someone to open up to after all. “You. Now I make you a deal. I’ll tell you all about the Roosevelt riot, if you tell me something honest about yourself. Like... this brother you’re road-tripping with. How do you feel about him?”
Sam sits up straight and lets out a sigh. “I don’t think I should talk about him...”
“Why not? He’s your brother.”
“Yeah, but can't we talk about something else? You surely have some psychiatrist-ish questions that you can ask me.”
“Sure.” So the doc comes up with some questions everyone expects from a psychiatrist. “Let’s talk about your family. How’s your relationship with your father?”
Sam rolls his eyes. “My dad...” He sighs. “Bad topic. Next one.”
“Your mother?”
Sam shakes his head. “No. She died when I was six months old. I never knew her and have almost no memory about her.” Well, except for one time when she came back from... wherever she was and saved Dean’s and my life. “But I’m sure she loved me.”
Now that’s interesting. Why Sam didn’t say the same thing about his father, the doc asks himself. “Let’s talk about your father again, Sam. Where is he?”
Sam lets out a small laugh. It doesn’t sound joyous though. “I... we don’t have a clue. Actually we started our road-trip because we were looking for him. But now we ended somewhere else. And I don’t have the feeling that Dean is in a hurry to find dad. He seems to enjoy driving around and... meeting interesting people.”
“Why do you think so? Where might your dad have gone?”
“I don’t have a clue! That stubborn bastard.”
“Are you talking about your brother or your dad?”
“Both!” Sam stands up and starts walking from one side of the room to the other. “They are both so stubborn! Maybe that’s why I left for college. I never fit in there, too, but I felt save. At least saver than... on the road.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, nothing. I just... sorry, doc. Now can you tell me something about the riot?” Sam sits down again and folds his hands.
Just a few more minutes and the doc is going to have Sam where he wants him to be. But Ellicott knows he has to give Sam something to keep him interested and talking. “Sure. My dad was chief-psychiatrist in the old Roosevelt-Asylum. They had the really hard cases there. The psychotics and the criminally insane. Now it’s your turn. I talked about my dad. I want to know something about your father.”
“But I... can’t we talk about something else?” Sam tries again to avoid the topic.
“Sure.” There is another topic the doc would like to hear about. “Your brother. . .”
“Dean, that’s his name.”
“Why are you road-tripping with him?”
Sam wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans. “Because he told me dad was missing.”
“And? Sam, something happened. You’re not acting like someone enjoying a road-trip with his brother. Older brother, I guess?”
“How do you know?”
“Just a feeling. So? What happened?”
"It’s kind of a long story. But in short... I went with Dean to search for our dad. At first it was supposed to be just for a weekend. Dean had a hint and wanted to check it out. But not alone.”
A knock on the door disturbs them. “Come in.”
A young woman opens the door. “Your three-o-clock appointment is waiting, Sir.”
Ellicott has a look at his watch then says: “Try and make her come back later. I can't stop right now.”
“You can just tell me the end of the riot and I’ll leave.” Sam says hopefully but the doc shakes his head.
“Not that easily, Sam.” He turns to the woman and tells her, to arrange another appointment with the other patient. When she leaves he turns to Sam again and concentrates on him.
“Go on. What happened then? After the weekend with your brother?”
Sam’s throat closes up and words become harder to speak when he remembers the minutes he found Jess... “When we came back something had happened to my girlfriend. She died in front of my eyes...” Sam cleared his throat. “Then my brother saved me from a fire, again, and I decided to go with him to search for dad.”
“Sam, do you blame yourself for your girlfriend’s death?”
Sam shrugs. “Kind of, yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because...” Sam tilts his head to one side. “I don’t want to talk about it. And now it’s your turn again. The asylum, remember?”
“Okay, you’re right. There were rumors going on between the patients that one of the doctors was mad and tested weird stuff on the people in there. But it was never proofed. And one night in 1964 they rioted. No one could every say where it started but suddenly everyone went crazy. They attacked staff and attacked each other.” Ellicott has a careful look at Sam. He seems to have calmed down a bit. Anything that doesn’t involve his family seems to have this effect on him. But anyway... he is here to help, right? So Ellicott asks again.
“Sam, why are you still with his brother?”
Sam shrugs again. “Just ‘cause.”
“No. That’s not an answer. You want to hear something from me, so you have to give me something in return.”
That seems to be the only way Sam can be induced to cooperate. Has he ever experienced a free gift without having to give something back? Probably not because now he starts to talk again. “He’s my family. And I think he dragged me out of college because he didn’t want to search for dad alone. He hates when I leave him alone. Even as a child. He took care of me, let me never out of sight, and when I hid like kids sometimes do, he almost freaked out.
I remember one time, he was around 15 years old, dad took me with him and left Dean alone to give him a lesson in surviving. Dean was supposed to find his way through the woods and back to our car alone. He had a compass and enough water for three days. He also had a map. It should have taken one or two days to come back, but after four Dean hadn’t shown up. Dad searched for him, but couldn’t find him. The woods were really deep and Dean’s water was only measured for three days. He wasn’t supposed to get lost. It wasn’t so hard to follow the map. Even I could have found the way by myself. But Dean was different.” Sam took a deep breath.
Ellicott wants to hear the end of the story but he gives Sam enough time to calm down and sort his thoughts.
But after more than one minute of silence he makes a small noise. “Sam?”
“Hm? Oh, sorry.” Sam blinks. “I found him in the end.”
“You? But you’re younger than him. You went out to search for him alone?”
Sam nods. “Sure. He’s my brother!” A silent question lays in his words. What else could I have done? Wouldn’t you have gone, too? “Dad went in one direction, I had to go in the opposite one. But I decided different. I walked cross my dad’s route because my instinct told me so. And one of the first things dad had taught us was to follow our instincts.”
“He taught you a lot of things, didn’t he?”
“Yeah...” Sam’s gaze doesn’t focus on anything in particular the room. It seems like he is seeing scenes from the past in front of him. “Dean was stumbling around through the woods. When I heard him call my name his voice was croaked and he couldn’t stop coughing. But the first thing he said when he got sight of me was: “Sammy, are you okay? Did dad leave you alone?”
Sam’s eyes get glassy when he finally focuses on the doc. “He was so worried about me being alone with dad, that he forgot everything he had learned. He feared that dad would leave me alone and I would feel like he did when he was alone. We had to take him to a hospital and they said he was close to pneumonia. When he was able to talk again but still drowsy from medication he asked me, almost pleaded not to leave him alone again. He said he’d hate it and that not having someone to take care of made him feel worthless. And he was afraid of the thoughts he might have had once alone.”
Ellicott swallows. There would be a hell of a lot work to do with this family. But if he trusts his feelings, he is never going to see Sam again. “I owe you the last part, I think.”
Sam nods silently.
“Like I said before, the patients rioted and started killing each other and the staff. They also killed my father. It was all so bad that they weren’t able to find all the bodies! Some patients and some members of the staff are still undiscovered. My father included.” He clears his throat. “After this… incident they closed the asylum and transported the surviving patients to other hospitals.”
Sam gets up and straightens his shirt. “Thanks, doc. I think we’re done here, right?”
“I guess so. It was a very interesting conversation. Sam, I’d like to talk to you again some time, if you want.” He gets up, too, and offers Sam a hand.
Sam gives him a handshake. “I don’t think so. But thank you anyway. For listening, you know…”
“No problem, Sam. Maybe you can bring your brother next time with you?”
A dry laugh comes out from Sam’s mouth before he can stop it. “Sure. Right after he earns some honest money.”
“What did you say?”
Sam waves a hand. “Nothing. See ya around, doc.” He reaches out for the door knob.
“Sam? Good luck with finding your father.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
Ellicott comes one step closer. “Why do you sound so resigned? Don’t you want to find him?”
The tall man turns and leans against the still closed door. “Sure I do. But I don’t think he wants to be found, at least not by me.”
“Why?”
Sam blinks like the doc has just said something that wasn’t supposed to be said. “You said we were done, right? No more talking about the messed up relationship between my father and me, okay?”
Ellicott has to admit that Sam already told him a lot. Probably more than he meant to. “May I ask you one last question?”
Insecure Sam nods.
“What happens if you and your brother find your dad? Will you go back to college? Or will you travel along with Dean and maybe your father, too? What are your plans for the future?”
Sam silently takes the door knob and just whispered: “Bye, doc.” Then he leaves fast. Almost running.
Dean waits close to the door of the psychiatric center so he can’t miss Sam. “Dude! You were in there forever. What the hell were you talking about?”
“Just the hospital, you know?”
“And?”
Dean isn’t the only Winchester that is able to wear masks. Sam takes a deep breath and banishes the anger from his voice. If Dean noticed just a glimpse of a bad mood he’d start asking and being a real pain in the ass till Sam tells him everything. And he really doesn’t want to have this conversation. So he says in normally Sam-voice: “And the south wing. It’s where they housed the real hard cases. Psychotics, the criminally insane.”
Ellicott had watched Sam leaving and now tries to remember something. He scratches his neck. If only he could call the memories…. A few weeks ago a patient talked about his sons. If he remembers correctly one of them is called Dean. But it couldn’t be Sam’s father.
First of all he is missing, right? And second, why should he go to a therapist and ask strange questions about the asylum? And last point, he didn’t sound like the cold-hearted teacher kind of guy Sam talked about. The man was worried about his sons and wished he could see them. But for some reasons it wasn’t possible at that moment.
Ellicott finds the papers he was looking for. He regrets that he didn’t ask Sam about his father’s name. But probably it wasn’t John.
Characters: Dean/Sam
Word Count: around 2.380
Rating: readable for everyone
Warnings/Spoilers: Just for 1x10 Asylum
Summary: After writing the review for 1x10 for the nice community spn_onceagain I said someone should write a story about the things that happened while Sam talked to the psychiatrist Ellicott. And kros_21 said: Go ahead. Write it yourself^^ And I did. Behind the cut are my results^^
Thank you's: to kros_21 again^^ She’d gone through this story and searched for mistakes. If you find more, then blame me^^ She did the best she could^^ Now have fun^^
Asylum - missing scene
Waiting patiently doc Ellicott leans back in his chair and looks at the young man sitting in front of him. “So.”
Sam echoes nervous. “So.”
“How’s things?” The doc asks.
Lacking of a better answer Sam answers: “Ah, things are good, doctor.”
When he saw Sam in the waiting room the doc knew that there was something going on with the young man. Right now the guy doesn’t seem to be willing to talk about anything. But he isn’t known as a very good psychiatrist for nothing. “Good, what you been doing?”
“Same old. Just been on a... on a road trip with my brother.”
Now they’re getting to the core. This brother seems to be an important thing, ‘cause Sam mentioned him in the first few sentences. “Was that fun?” The doc insists on the topic.
“Loads. Aehm, you know... we met a lot of... interesting people. Did a lot of aeh... lot of interesting things. Aeh... you know... what was it exactly, that happened in the south wing? I forget...”
Interesting doesn’t mean fun. And Sam doesn’t sound like he had a lot of fun in traveling around. Maybe Sam is interested in exchanging information. Maybe the Roosevelt riot is important enough for him to let something out about himself. The doc decides to give it a try. “Look, if you’re a local history buff then you know all about the Roosevelt riot.”
“The riot. No, I know, I know. I’m just curious...” Sam starts to feel really uncomfortable now.
“Sam, let’s cut the bull, shall we? You’re avoiding the subject.”
Again he’s acting like he doesn't have a clue why he's sitting in this chair with a psychiatrist in front of him. “What subject?”
It is time for the final question. Hopefully he’ll be successful. The boy really seems to need someone to open up to after all. “You. Now I make you a deal. I’ll tell you all about the Roosevelt riot, if you tell me something honest about yourself. Like... this brother you’re road-tripping with. How do you feel about him?”
Sam sits up straight and lets out a sigh. “I don’t think I should talk about him...”
“Why not? He’s your brother.”
“Yeah, but can't we talk about something else? You surely have some psychiatrist-ish questions that you can ask me.”
“Sure.” So the doc comes up with some questions everyone expects from a psychiatrist. “Let’s talk about your family. How’s your relationship with your father?”
Sam rolls his eyes. “My dad...” He sighs. “Bad topic. Next one.”
“Your mother?”
Sam shakes his head. “No. She died when I was six months old. I never knew her and have almost no memory about her.” Well, except for one time when she came back from... wherever she was and saved Dean’s and my life. “But I’m sure she loved me.”
Now that’s interesting. Why Sam didn’t say the same thing about his father, the doc asks himself. “Let’s talk about your father again, Sam. Where is he?”
Sam lets out a small laugh. It doesn’t sound joyous though. “I... we don’t have a clue. Actually we started our road-trip because we were looking for him. But now we ended somewhere else. And I don’t have the feeling that Dean is in a hurry to find dad. He seems to enjoy driving around and... meeting interesting people.”
“Why do you think so? Where might your dad have gone?”
“I don’t have a clue! That stubborn bastard.”
“Are you talking about your brother or your dad?”
“Both!” Sam stands up and starts walking from one side of the room to the other. “They are both so stubborn! Maybe that’s why I left for college. I never fit in there, too, but I felt save. At least saver than... on the road.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, nothing. I just... sorry, doc. Now can you tell me something about the riot?” Sam sits down again and folds his hands.
Just a few more minutes and the doc is going to have Sam where he wants him to be. But Ellicott knows he has to give Sam something to keep him interested and talking. “Sure. My dad was chief-psychiatrist in the old Roosevelt-Asylum. They had the really hard cases there. The psychotics and the criminally insane. Now it’s your turn. I talked about my dad. I want to know something about your father.”
“But I... can’t we talk about something else?” Sam tries again to avoid the topic.
“Sure.” There is another topic the doc would like to hear about. “Your brother. . .”
“Dean, that’s his name.”
“Why are you road-tripping with him?”
Sam wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans. “Because he told me dad was missing.”
“And? Sam, something happened. You’re not acting like someone enjoying a road-trip with his brother. Older brother, I guess?”
“How do you know?”
“Just a feeling. So? What happened?”
"It’s kind of a long story. But in short... I went with Dean to search for our dad. At first it was supposed to be just for a weekend. Dean had a hint and wanted to check it out. But not alone.”
A knock on the door disturbs them. “Come in.”
A young woman opens the door. “Your three-o-clock appointment is waiting, Sir.”
Ellicott has a look at his watch then says: “Try and make her come back later. I can't stop right now.”
“You can just tell me the end of the riot and I’ll leave.” Sam says hopefully but the doc shakes his head.
“Not that easily, Sam.” He turns to the woman and tells her, to arrange another appointment with the other patient. When she leaves he turns to Sam again and concentrates on him.
“Go on. What happened then? After the weekend with your brother?”
Sam’s throat closes up and words become harder to speak when he remembers the minutes he found Jess... “When we came back something had happened to my girlfriend. She died in front of my eyes...” Sam cleared his throat. “Then my brother saved me from a fire, again, and I decided to go with him to search for dad.”
“Sam, do you blame yourself for your girlfriend’s death?”
Sam shrugs. “Kind of, yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because...” Sam tilts his head to one side. “I don’t want to talk about it. And now it’s your turn again. The asylum, remember?”
“Okay, you’re right. There were rumors going on between the patients that one of the doctors was mad and tested weird stuff on the people in there. But it was never proofed. And one night in 1964 they rioted. No one could every say where it started but suddenly everyone went crazy. They attacked staff and attacked each other.” Ellicott has a careful look at Sam. He seems to have calmed down a bit. Anything that doesn’t involve his family seems to have this effect on him. But anyway... he is here to help, right? So Ellicott asks again.
“Sam, why are you still with his brother?”
Sam shrugs again. “Just ‘cause.”
“No. That’s not an answer. You want to hear something from me, so you have to give me something in return.”
That seems to be the only way Sam can be induced to cooperate. Has he ever experienced a free gift without having to give something back? Probably not because now he starts to talk again. “He’s my family. And I think he dragged me out of college because he didn’t want to search for dad alone. He hates when I leave him alone. Even as a child. He took care of me, let me never out of sight, and when I hid like kids sometimes do, he almost freaked out.
I remember one time, he was around 15 years old, dad took me with him and left Dean alone to give him a lesson in surviving. Dean was supposed to find his way through the woods and back to our car alone. He had a compass and enough water for three days. He also had a map. It should have taken one or two days to come back, but after four Dean hadn’t shown up. Dad searched for him, but couldn’t find him. The woods were really deep and Dean’s water was only measured for three days. He wasn’t supposed to get lost. It wasn’t so hard to follow the map. Even I could have found the way by myself. But Dean was different.” Sam took a deep breath.
Ellicott wants to hear the end of the story but he gives Sam enough time to calm down and sort his thoughts.
But after more than one minute of silence he makes a small noise. “Sam?”
“Hm? Oh, sorry.” Sam blinks. “I found him in the end.”
“You? But you’re younger than him. You went out to search for him alone?”
Sam nods. “Sure. He’s my brother!” A silent question lays in his words. What else could I have done? Wouldn’t you have gone, too? “Dad went in one direction, I had to go in the opposite one. But I decided different. I walked cross my dad’s route because my instinct told me so. And one of the first things dad had taught us was to follow our instincts.”
“He taught you a lot of things, didn’t he?”
“Yeah...” Sam’s gaze doesn’t focus on anything in particular the room. It seems like he is seeing scenes from the past in front of him. “Dean was stumbling around through the woods. When I heard him call my name his voice was croaked and he couldn’t stop coughing. But the first thing he said when he got sight of me was: “Sammy, are you okay? Did dad leave you alone?”
Sam’s eyes get glassy when he finally focuses on the doc. “He was so worried about me being alone with dad, that he forgot everything he had learned. He feared that dad would leave me alone and I would feel like he did when he was alone. We had to take him to a hospital and they said he was close to pneumonia. When he was able to talk again but still drowsy from medication he asked me, almost pleaded not to leave him alone again. He said he’d hate it and that not having someone to take care of made him feel worthless. And he was afraid of the thoughts he might have had once alone.”
Ellicott swallows. There would be a hell of a lot work to do with this family. But if he trusts his feelings, he is never going to see Sam again. “I owe you the last part, I think.”
Sam nods silently.
“Like I said before, the patients rioted and started killing each other and the staff. They also killed my father. It was all so bad that they weren’t able to find all the bodies! Some patients and some members of the staff are still undiscovered. My father included.” He clears his throat. “After this… incident they closed the asylum and transported the surviving patients to other hospitals.”
Sam gets up and straightens his shirt. “Thanks, doc. I think we’re done here, right?”
“I guess so. It was a very interesting conversation. Sam, I’d like to talk to you again some time, if you want.” He gets up, too, and offers Sam a hand.
Sam gives him a handshake. “I don’t think so. But thank you anyway. For listening, you know…”
“No problem, Sam. Maybe you can bring your brother next time with you?”
A dry laugh comes out from Sam’s mouth before he can stop it. “Sure. Right after he earns some honest money.”
“What did you say?”
Sam waves a hand. “Nothing. See ya around, doc.” He reaches out for the door knob.
“Sam? Good luck with finding your father.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
Ellicott comes one step closer. “Why do you sound so resigned? Don’t you want to find him?”
The tall man turns and leans against the still closed door. “Sure I do. But I don’t think he wants to be found, at least not by me.”
“Why?”
Sam blinks like the doc has just said something that wasn’t supposed to be said. “You said we were done, right? No more talking about the messed up relationship between my father and me, okay?”
Ellicott has to admit that Sam already told him a lot. Probably more than he meant to. “May I ask you one last question?”
Insecure Sam nods.
“What happens if you and your brother find your dad? Will you go back to college? Or will you travel along with Dean and maybe your father, too? What are your plans for the future?”
Sam silently takes the door knob and just whispered: “Bye, doc.” Then he leaves fast. Almost running.
Dean waits close to the door of the psychiatric center so he can’t miss Sam. “Dude! You were in there forever. What the hell were you talking about?”
“Just the hospital, you know?”
“And?”
Dean isn’t the only Winchester that is able to wear masks. Sam takes a deep breath and banishes the anger from his voice. If Dean noticed just a glimpse of a bad mood he’d start asking and being a real pain in the ass till Sam tells him everything. And he really doesn’t want to have this conversation. So he says in normally Sam-voice: “And the south wing. It’s where they housed the real hard cases. Psychotics, the criminally insane.”
Ellicott had watched Sam leaving and now tries to remember something. He scratches his neck. If only he could call the memories…. A few weeks ago a patient talked about his sons. If he remembers correctly one of them is called Dean. But it couldn’t be Sam’s father.
First of all he is missing, right? And second, why should he go to a therapist and ask strange questions about the asylum? And last point, he didn’t sound like the cold-hearted teacher kind of guy Sam talked about. The man was worried about his sons and wished he could see them. But for some reasons it wasn’t possible at that moment.
Ellicott finds the papers he was looking for. He regrets that he didn’t ask Sam about his father’s name. But probably it wasn’t John.