#I love going nuts with the unconfirmed stuff

[new-and-disturbed-theorist]

The JD coaches and maps are my png dolls

I just realized something: in our fan storylines for JD25 we can have whatever coaches we want accompany Jack on his journey!

That and we can create whatever lore we want for maps that don’t have any! Hell, I did that when I was a kid so why not now?

Dude yeah! That's kind of the cool part about liking Just Dance. Until something is confirmed, anything is on the table. So go wild! Be creative. Think of random lore for your favourite maps (I love doing this). Think of coaches you want to see in the main storymode!

[a-and-mtrashpile]

I Promise: A Nikki Sixx Imagine

*Not my gif*

Anon requested: If you're taking requests for the Netflix movie The Dirt, can I get a Nikki Sixx one-shot where the reader's a singer but a solo artist instead of in a band and she's been Nikki's girlfriend since he was in his band London and he forms Mötley Crüe and the band becomes famous and the reader becomes famous too and she drinks but doesn't do drugs and then Nikki overdoses on heroin like in the movie and it's a mix of angst and fluff?

A/N: I’m so heckin sorry this took so long to do, I’ve just been super busy and stressed~ Doing schoolwork from the time you get up to the time you go to bed gets to be a little much on someone, but enough about my problems, I hope you enjoy the story!

*I'm gonna use Joan Jett's music cause I love her more than I should and she's a pretty safe bet so just pretend that she doesn't exist and you wrote the songs ok did that even make sense*

Once you took out one of your ear pieces, your smile grew. The crowd was screaming back every word that you sang and it was one of the best feelings ever. "How are you guys doing tonight?" You asked into the mic when the song was over.

A small chuckle escaped your mouth when they screamed back, the majority of it being an incoherent mess. "Well, that sounds good. This one is called Bad Reputation." The crowd's loud scream almost took over the room as you started the song, making you almost lose your place in the song.

When the song ended, you quickly grabbed the nearest water bottle and downed half of it, your guitarist chuckling as he entertained the crowd. You looked over to the side of the stage, waving to Nikki as he laughed at you running around the stage.

"Alright guys, thank you so much for coming out and seeing us! I love you all so much, goodnight!" You bowed before running off stage, instantly pulling Nikki into a sweaty hug. "Oh, please don't. Please stop touching me," he mumbled, trying to get away from you. "Don't pull that shit with me, you give me nasty sweaty hugs all the time," you sassed, holding him even tighter.

He laughed before hugging you back and giving you a quick kiss, leading you to the green room to get your stuff. "How's tour so far?" You asked, grabbing the bag you brought into the venue. "Fucking amazing. Like, the crowds are absolutely nuts man. Nothing compares to looking down and seeing the fans singing your songs back to you." You smiled as Nikki went on about the tour, the two of you walking out to the waiting cab that was going to take you to the hotel you were staying at.

After you took a quick shower, you crawled in to bed next to Nikki. He instantly pulled you close and kissed the top of your head. "Sometimes it's so hard to think how we met at London's first show and we've been together ever since," you mumbled into Nikki's chest as you held onto him.

"It's insane. Like, I remember when I first met you and was instantly drawn to you. I love you so much babe," Nikki said as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.

                                                 ----------------------

You thanked Nikki as he handed you another drink, taking a sip out of it before following him back over to Tommy and Vince. He pulled you into his lap as he sat down on the couch, continuing the conversation he was having with the boys. "Dude! Oh my god, that girl I had in my room last night was fucking crazy! She was a straight-up freak like she did thi-" "T-Bone, not in front of (Y/N)," Nikki quickly shot daggers at the boy as he instantly shut up, rolling his eyes before getting up and walking off since Vince was busying himself with the girl next to him.

"Sixx! You sleazy mother fucker! Get over here!" Some guy you didn't know yelled as your boyfriend smiled, moving you next to him so he could walk away. A soft sigh escaped your mouth before you downed the drink, trying to prepare yourself for the rest of the party.

About ten drinks later, a pair of some dudes shoes being ruined, and a table dance later, you finally found Nikki again. "Baby! I finally found you, you sneaky little guy you," you slurred as you crashed into him, his arms instantly catching you. It's obvious he was high, but not nearly as out of it as you were.

"Let's go home, you're fucking trashed," he said, helping you stand. "No! I want to go dance, come dance with me. Ha, get it. Come on and dance," Nikki cracked a smile at your joke before shaking his head, leading you to the door. "Nikkiiiiiii, I want to danceeeee," you whined, fighting back.

He shook his head again, still leading you to the front door. You started getting irritated, thinking about why you were even at the party. "You know, you drag me to all these lame-ass parties and I can't even have fun without you being a fucking buzzkill." "Babe, stop talking before you say something stupid. Now let's go home."

"No, you know what Sixx, fuck you. I've been trying so hard to make you happy and be the girl you want but you make it so fucking hard. I come to these parties with you and I watch you slowly kill yourself with all the drugs and stupid shit you do and I'm just supposed to sit back and be the good little girlfriend. I'm fucking sick of it.

One day this is gonna fucking kill you and all I'm gonna be able to say at your funeral is I to-" "Shut up. Just fucking stop talking," Nikki snapped, the two of you finally outside. Those six words almost instantly sobered you up and you became even more furious.

You instantly pulled away from him, still slightly unstable but stable enough to stand on your own. "You're telling me to shut up Nikki? Are you fucking kidding me? I've wasted so many fucking years dealing with you and your shit and I'm fucking over it. I'm sick of the bullshit that comes along with all the drugs and the money, it's so fuc-" "Oh, you mean the money that got you your last record deal?" Nikki yelled, causing people to slowly start swarming outside.

A small chuckled escaped your mouth as you walked over to him, getting in his face. "Fuck you Nikki Sixx. Never fucking talk to me ever again."

Before he could say anything, you turned around and started walking down the street.

                                                   --------------------

"Hey mom, where is the milk?" "Oh, we don't have any. I just sent your father to the store to get some," she shouted from the dining room, changing the table cloth and fixing the centerpiece. You nodded before shutting the fridge, deciding to ditch the coffee in your mug for a cup of water.

When you made your way back into the living room, your mom had sat down on the couch with the news pulled up. "Turn it up," you mumbled as you heard them talking about Motley Crue. She quickly did, keeping her eyes on the screen.

"It's a sad night for rock and roll, we've just received unconfirmed reports that Motley Crue bassist Nikki Sixx has died in Hollywood the evening of an apparent drug overdose." Tears instantly flooded your eyes as you set the cup on the coffee table, your mind going a thousand miles a minute.

Before your mother could react, you quickly made your way to your room, locking the door so no one could get in. The tears didn't stop streaming down your face, the room slowly crushing down on you.

Suddenly, you got the urge to go to his house. There was no way this could be real. There is no way he was actually dead. "(Y/N), sweetheart ple-wait, where are you going?" Your mother tried following you out of the house but was stopped by your father, the two of them watching you drive off.

When you got to Nikki's house, you didn't even shut bother to shut off your car before you walked into the house. Everything was exactly where it was when you lived together, it looked like nothing had been touched.

As you stared at the broken picture of the two of you, you didn't even hear the front door open and close. Nikki stood there like a zombie as he watched you, tears streaming down his face. "God, Nikki. You fucking idiot," you whispered as you ran your fingers over the broken frame.

"I know, and I'm so sorry." A scream came out of your mouth as you whipped around, more tears streaming down your face. You slowly walked over to him, lightly holding his face in your hands. "Oh my god, you're not dead," you whispered before pulling him into a tight hug.

His arms slowly wrapped around you, Nikki leaning into you for support. "Please promise me you'll get clean, I can't lose you ever again," you mumbled into him, tears still streaming down your face. "I promise baby, I promise."

[winchesterbrotherstan]

Supernatural- Asylum (1.10)

Pairing: N/A, Olive Winchester (OC)

Summary: The siblings are sent on a hunt by an unknown number, a crazy doctor gets his hands on Sam, and things go downhill for Dean and Olive very fast

Warnings: mental asylum, crying, cursing, guns, threats, etc

Word Count: 7385

“No. Dad was in Cali last we heard from him. We just thought, since he goes to you for munitions…” I sighed deeply. “Maybe you’d heard from him in the last few weeks… Just… please call us if you hear anything.”

“Will do.”

I sighed again. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, you bet.”

“Caleb hasn’t heard from him?” Dean looked up as I flipped the phone shut.

“Nope. Sams?” I turned to him, tears welling in my eyes.

Sam only shook his head. “Neither has Jefferson. Or Pastor Jim.”

“De, what about the journal? Any leads in there?” I tried to hold back my breath.

“No. Same as last time I looked. Nothing I can make out… I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like frigging Yoda.” Dean scowled.

Sam sighed and put his arm up, offering the space. I ignored him, instead standing at the base of the bed, arms crossed over my chest.

“Maybe we should call the Feds.” He sighed. “File a missing person’s report.”

“We’ve talked about this.” Dean shook his head. “Dad would be so pissed if we put the Feds on his tail.”

I scowled, tears now dropping down the curve of my nose. “You know what Dean, who cares anymore?”

His phone buzzed, but I kept going.

“After what happened in Kansas? He should’ve been there, Dean! You even said it yourself!”

“Ollie, I know!” Dean scoffed as he rummaged through his duffel bag. “Where the hell is my cell phone?”

“You know, Olive’s right. He could be dead for all we know.”

“Don’t say that!” Dean turned, angry. “He’s not dead! He’s-he’s…”

“He’s what, Dean? He’s hiding? Busy?” I shouted, seeing spit fly out.

“Olive, stop!” Dean screamed back at me, chest heaving with his phone in his grip.

My shoulders fell and I let myself cry. Dean’s face softened and he sighed, shaking his head, trying to say something. I sighed, staring at Dean and feeling betrayed.

“Dean, where the hell is he?” I sniffled. “Where’s the hell’s Dad?”

Dean sighed. “Ollie, I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I don’t know, but he isn’t dead.”

He flicked his phone open, looking away from me. I dropped onto the floor, leaning back against the bed. Sam came to the foot of the bed and gripped my by the waist, pulling me onto the bed with him.

“It’s okay.” He whispered.

I snorted before leaning against him.

“Huh.” Dean scoffed. “I don’t believe it.”

“What happened?”

“It’s, uh… it’s a text message. It’s coordinates.”

                                                         ***

“Do you think Dad was texting us?” I whispered.

I was sitting next to Dean. I hadn’t raised my voice above a whisper since this morning. I was stressed and sad, and I missed Dad and I wanted things to go back to normal. Dean was still angry, upset with me because I had lost it, because we said Dad could be dead.

“He’s given us coordinates before.”

“The man can barely work a toaster, Dean.”

“Sam, it’s good news! It means he’s okay. Or alive at least.”

“Was there a number on the caller ID?”

“Nah, it said unknown.”

I sighed. “Well where do the coordinates point?”

“That’s the interesting point. Rockford, Illinois.”

“Okay, and that’s interesting how?”

“I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this.” Dean shifted the computer toward us. “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.”

Sam and I looked at each other, confused.

“Okay, I’m not following. What does this have to do with us?”

“Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal. Let’s see…” Dean flipped through the pages. “Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths-till last week at least. I think this is where he wants us to go.”

I took another deep breath and sighed. “This is just another job. Dad just wants us to work a job.”

“Well maybe we’ll meet up with him. Maybe he’s there.” Dean offered.

“Maybe he’s not, Dean. I mean, he could just be sending us there. By ourselves, to hunt this thing.”

“You know what, Olive? Who the hell cares? If Dad wants us there, it’s good enough for me!”

I rolled my eyes, and Sam stepped in.

“This doesn’t strike you as weird? The texting? The coordinates?”

“Guys! Dad’s telling us to go somewhere. We are going.” He hissed. “End of fucking story.” He slammed the laptop shut and stormed into the bathroom.

Sam and I looked at each other again. I sighed and sunk into my seat.

“This is fucking bullshit, Sam.” I rubbed my face.

“It’s gonna be okay, bug.”

                                                           ***

“We’ll be back soon, okay?” Sam brushed my hair behind my ear.

“Keep the doors locked.” Dean ordered as he slammed his door.

I sighed. “Be careful. Please.”

Sam nodded. “Always.”

                                                           ***

I watched as Dean stormed out of the bar. I sighed and got out of the car.

“No Dad?”

He sighed and shook his head. “No Dad.”

“Dean, I’m sorry.” I shuddered out.

He sighed and his shoulders dropped. He shook his head.

“No, I’m sorry.” He held his arms open. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

I wrapped my arms around him and whimpered.

“I’m sorry, De, I’m just scared. I’m so fucking scared. It’s just that Dad’s never gone this long, a-and Sam’s right. It feels like something really big is starting. I’m so scared.” I let out a sob.

“It’s okay. It’s alright. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry I yelled.” He brushed a hand through my hair. “I’m so sorry.”

“I love you.” I whispered. “It’s okay.”

He squeezed me. “I love you too.”

I shuddered. “Aren’t you cold?”

He snorted. “Yeah. Let’s get in the car.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

                                                          ***

“Shoved me kinda hard in there, buddy boy.” Dean scowled as Sam ducked into the car.

“I had to sell it, didn’t I? It’s method acting.” Sam shrugged.

“What?” I asked, confused.

Sam shook his head. “Never mind.”

“What did you find out from Gunderson?” I asked, shaking my head.

“So, Walter Kelly was a good cop. Head of his class, even-keeled, he had a bright future ahead of him.”

“What about at home?” Dean asked.

“He and his wife had a few fights, like everybody, but he was mostly smooth sailing. They were even talking about having kids.”

I snorted. “Alright, so either Kelly had some deep-seated crazy waiting to bust out, or-”

“Something else did this to him.”

“Exactly.”

“What’d Gunderson tell you about the asylum?”

Sam’s eyes widened. “A lot.”

                                                          ***

I sighed as we stared up at the fence.

“Okay. I’m not gonna lie. This is a terrible idea.” I shook my head.

Dean shrugged. “Best we got.”

Sam shook his head and got on one knee. “Alright, bug. Up you go.”

                                                          ***

“So apparently the cops chased the kids here… into the south wig.” Sam pointed to the door labeled.

“South wing, huh? Wait a second. 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.” Dean read from the journal.

“So whatever's going on, the south wing is the heart of it.” I sighed.

“But if the kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?”

Spelunking? What is this, a 90s sitcom with an angry dad?

I blinked as Sam looked around and tutted.

“Looks like the doors are usually chained. Could’ve been chained up for years.”

“Yeah, to keep people out.” I shrugged.

“Or to keep something in.” Dean raised his eyebrows.

We sighed as we looked at each other. Dean pushed me closer to Sam, keeping himself behind me. Sam opened the door and we followed him through.

                                                          ***

“Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel.” Dean teased.

“Dude, enough.” Sam scowled.

“I’m serious. You gotta be careful, alright? Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got going on.”

“I told you, it’s not ESP! I just have strange vibes sometimes. Weird dreams.” Sam hissed.

I giggled. “Sammy’s got bad vibes.”

“Yeah, whatever. Don’t ask, don’t tell.”

“You get any reading on that thing or not, Ol?” Sam asked, nodding to the EMF meter in my hand.

I shook my head. “Nah. Doesn’t mean nobody’s home though.”

“Spirits can’t appear during certain hours of the day.” Sam shrugged.

“Yeah. The freaks come out at night.” Dean snorted.

Dean grabbed my arm and I froze, fully attentive. He nodded toward Sam.

“Hey Sam. Who do you think is the hottest psychic? Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?”

Sam rolled his eyes and pushed Dean into me. Dean snorted a laugh and I squirmed away from him and to Sam’s side, clinging to his arm.

                                                          ***

Sam pushed a door open, and the rusted hinges screamed. I flinched, and Sam sighed as he led the way through. Dean was right behind me, and he let out a sharp breath through his teeth.

“Man. Electro-shock. Lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kinda like my man Jack in Cuckoo’s Nest.” Dean made another reference I was too young to understand as he made crazy eyes at Sam.

Sam ignored him and Dean dropped his smile, now pouting.

“So whatcha guys think? Ghosts possessing people?”

Sam shrugged. “Maybe. Or many it’s more like Amityville, or the Smurl haunting.”

I shivered. Amityville scared the hell out of me, and I was never sold on the Smurl haunting.

Dean nodded. “Spirits driving them crazy. Kinda like my man Jack in The Shining.”

Sam sighed. “Dean. When are we gonna talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Dean looked around, confused.

I sighed. “He means that Dad’s not here.”

Dean snorted from the back of his nose. “Oh. I see. How ‘bout… never.”

“I’m being serious, man. He sent us here.”

“So am I, Sam. Look, he sent us here, he obviously wants us here. We’ll pick up the search later.”

I sighed. I could feel the tension in the air rising, and I knew what was about to happen. Dean would imply Sam leaving because of Dad, he would mention that he didn’t try as hard, Sam would get pissy and say he wanted answers and it wasn’t his fault for wanting to have a normal life. It would turn into a war, and Dean would be Dad’s loyal soldier while Sam would go rogue.

“It doesn’t matter what he wants.” Sam hissed again.

I sighed again. Here it went.

“See. That attitude right there? This is why I always get the extra cookie.”

“Dad could be in trouble. We should be looking for him! We deserve answers, Dean. I mean, this is our fucking family we’re talking about.”

“I understand that Sam, but he’s given us an order.”

Sam scoffed. “So what, we gotta always follow Dad’s orders?”

“Of course we do.”

Sam opened his mouth to rip something else out, but Dean turned around, ending the conversation.

I sighed a third time, feeling my nose and eyes burn.

“Sanford Ellicott…” Dean read off a sign. “You know what we gotta do. We gotta find out more about the south wing. See if something happened here.” He shoved the sign into Sam’s hand and pranced away.

I wrapped my arms around myself and sighed. Sam was angry, lip raised into a snarl and nose twitching.

“Let’s just go.” He scowled.

                                                          ***

“Let me do it.” I perked up.

Dean and Sam turned to me, confused. Ellicott’s son was a therapist nearby. We needed to get more information, and undercover as a patient was the best shot we had.

“Are you sure, baby girl?” Dean’s eyebrows furrowed.

I nodded. “Yeah, I can do it. I-I’m just a kid. They can take me in with your consent because you’re basically my dad, but it might be a little more difficult with Sam.”

“Olive…” Sam trailed off, concerned.

I grinned. “I can do it, Sams. I promise.”

                                                          ***

“Olive Winchester?”

I looked up from the magazine. The door was open, and a man with glasses was standing in it with a clipboard.

“That’s me.” I stood.

“Come on in.” He stepped aside, letting me follow him into the room.

“Thank you so much for seeing me last minute.” I sat down on the couch, looking around the room. “Dr. Ellicott. Ellicott… that name. Wasn’t there a… a Dr. Sanford Ellicott? Chief psychiatrist somewhere.”

He nodded. “My father was a chief of staff at the old Roosevelt Asylum.” He tilted his head. “How did you know that?”

I shrugged. “My older brother is sorta a local history buff… Hey, wasn’t there… an incident or something? In the hospital, I guess. In the south wing, right?”

“We’re here on your dollar, Olive. We’re here to talk about you.”

“Actually, we’re here on my brother’s dollar.

“So. How’s things?”

“Ah…” I sighed. “Things are good, doc.”

“Good.” He nodded, crossing one leg over the other. “What have you been up to?”

I shrugged again. “Same old. On a road trip with my older brothers.”

“Was that fun?”

I cracked all my knuckles and blew air from my mouth. “Lots. Um… you know, we uh… we met a lot of interesting people.” I let my inner child out and blew a raspberry. “Yeah, no, I’m sorry. What was it exactly what happened in the south wing?”

“Look, if your brother is a local history buff, he knows all about the Roosevelt riot.”

“The riot… No, he never told me. I’m curious.”

“Olive. Let’s cut the bull, shall we? You’re avoiding the subject.”

“What subject?” I tilted my head.

“You. Now I’ll make you a deal. I’ll tell you about the Roosevelt riot if you tell me something about yourself. Like, uh, these brothers you’re road tripping with. How do you feel about them?”

I scratched at the back of my neck. “Uh… well, let’s see… I was like… less than a week old when my mother dropped me on a motel doorstep. Sam was… seven, and Dean was eleven.” I chewed my lip. “Dean didn’t ask for me… and neither did Sam. My dad least of all. Anyways,” I shrugged. “He’s been missing for a while, and maybe it’s my fault, but-”

“Your father’s missing?”

“I love Dean. He raised me. I mean like, technically so did Sam, but mostly Dean.” I sighed again, now upset. “Dean’s sad. He misses our Dad. I hate it when he’s upset.”

“Olive, would you say you have a high dependency on your brother?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, Dean’s my entire life.”

“And would you say this dependency extends to Sam too?”

I took a breath. “No. I mean, don’t get me wrong! I love Sam to death, but it’s not the same with him as it is with Dean.”

“If I can speak bluntly…”

“Go ahead.”

“It sounds to me like you have a dangerous dependence on Dean.”

I blinked.

Yeah. Probably.

                                                          ***

“Baby!” Dean perked up as I walked out of the door. “You were in there forever. What did you talk about?”

I pulled him into a hug. “The hospital. You and Sam. My mom leaving me. Dad being gone… a lot.”

Dean only blinked, and Sam grinned. “And what’d you find out?”

“Oh, the south wing! It’s where they housed the real loonies. The psychos, criminally insane.” I huffed.

“Sounds cozy.” Dean dropped his chin onto my head.

“Yeah, and one night in ‘64, they lost their shit. Attacked staff. Attacked each other. So many fucking people died.”

“So the patients took over the asylum?”

I nodded. “Apparently.”

“How many deaths?”

“Uh, upwards of a few dozen. Some patients. Some staff. It was super gory. Most of the bodies were never even recovered, including Doc Elliot.”

Dean pulled back. “Never recovered? The hell’s that mean?”

“Cops scoured every single fucking inch of the place.” I shook my head. “Nothing. Guess the patients must’ve stuffed the bodies somewhere.”

“That’s grim.” Sam shivered.

“Yeah. So they transferred all the remaining patients and shut the hospital down.”

“So to sum it up, we’ve got a bunch of violent deaths and a bunch of unrecovered bodies.” Dean huffed.

“And an assload of angry spirits.”

“Good times.” Sam tutted.

“Let’s check out the hospital tonight.” Dean squeezed me tightly before sighing.

We piled into the car.

                                                          ***

“Getting readings?” Sam asked as he shuffled through the doorway.

“Yeah, big time.”

“This place is orbing like crazy.” I mumbled as I swept the video camera around.

It would be easier for the boys to look down to see it than Dean and I stand on our toes to see it in Sam’s grasp.

“Probably multiple spirits out and about.”

I shivered. “And if these uncovered bodies are causing the haunting…”

“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 of spirit of a psycho killer.” Dean grimaced.

Sam shook his head. “Let’s just keep moving.”

                                                          ***

Sam stayed with me as Dean split into the next room. He held his shotgun up and moved at the same pace I did as I swept the camera around the room.

“Anything?”

“Nah.” I mumbled before bringing it back around to do a second sweep.

This time I could see an old woman, white hair crazy, with one eye hanging out of her head. She was moving toward us, slowly and calmly. She wasn’t trying to hurt us. I tilted my head.

“Dean? Dean!” Sam shouted as he pulled the trigger and nothing happened. “Shotgun!”

“Sam, Ol, get down!”

Sam yanked me down as Dean shot, leaving the woman to burst into a cloud of dust.

“That was weird.” I pushed myself to my feet and brushed myself off.

“Yeah, you’re telling me.” Dean snorted as he held a hand out for Sam. “Since when don’t spirits put you on the defensive?”

“No De, I mean… it was that she didn’t attack us.”

“Looked pretty aggro from where I was standing.” Dean shook his head as he picked at Sam’s shotgun. “Clip got stuck.” He slammed his hand against it, a satisfied grin on his face. “Fixed it.”

“Olive is right. She didn’t hurt us. She didn’t even try.”

“So if she didn’t wanna hurt us, then what did she want?” Sam and I asked at the same time.

There was a scratching metallic noise and I jumped a foot in the air. Dean pushed me between him and Sam as he raised his shotgun. Sam flicked the flashlight and shined it into the room. There was a bed on its side, covered in ratty sheets. The top of a blonde head was peeking out from above it. I propped the video camera up against my cheekbone as Sam and Dean nodded to each other.

Sam reached out and tipped the bed onto all fours, and the head turned out to be a girl. She spun to face us, horror clear on her face as she gasped.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re not going to hurt you. What’s your name?” Dean asked, shotgun down.

“Uh, Katherine.” She shook her head. “Kat.”

“I’m Olive.” I piped up, letting the camera go slack at my side. “This is Dean, that’s Sam.” I gestured.

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked, eyes wide.

“Um. My boyfriend, Gavin.”

The boys and I looked at each other, same expression copied onto our faces.

“Is he here?”

“Somewhere. He thought it would be fun, try and see some ghosts. I thought it was all just… you know. Pretend. I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream and…” 

“Alright. Kat?” Dean asked and she nodded. He put out a hand to help her stand. “Come on. Sam's gonna get you out of here and Olive will stay with you while we find your boyfriend.”

“No! No. I'm not going to leave without Gavin. I'm coming with you.” She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest.

Dean scoffed. “It's no joke around here, okay. It's dangerous.”

She nodded. “That's why I gotta find him.”

Dean and Sam looked at each other. Sam shrugged and I snorted as Dean turned back to Kat.

Alright, I guess we’re gonna split up then. Kat stick with me, Olive, you’re with Sam.”

I nodded and hooked a finger onto one of Sam’s belt buckles. He patted my head with a smile.

“Let’s move.”

                                                          ***

“Sam.” I patted his arm and pointed to the unconscious boy on the floor.

Sam nodded and stepped in front of me before crouching to shake the boy. His eyes opened and he freaked out.

“Hey, it’s okay!”

“Gavin, we’re here to help.” I coaxed as I squatted next to Sam.

“Who the hell are you guys?” Gavin sat up.

“My name is Sam, that’s Olive.”

“We um, we found your girlfriend?”

“Kat?” Gavin moved to stand. “Is she alright?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, she’s okay. Just worried about you. Are you okay?”

“I was running. I think I fell.” Gavin rubbed his forehead.

“Running from what?”

“There was… there was this girl. Her face. It was all messed up.”

“Okay listen, did this girl… did she try and hurt you?”

“What? N-no, she uh…”

“She what?” I pressed.

“She… kissed me.”

Sam and I looked at each other, and I blinked. Sam held back an annoyed snort and eye roll combo. 

What the fuck?

“Uh… um… but… but she, she didn’t…” Sam trailed off, blinking as he looked at me, confused.

“She didn’t physically hurt you, did she?”

“Dude!” Gavin snorted. “She kissed me. I’m scarred for life!”

Sam and I looked at each other again, blinking furiously.

What the… fucking hell?

“Well, trust me… it… it could’ve been a lot worse.” 

“Now do you remember anything else?” Sam asked, blinking.

“She actually, uh, she tried to whisper something in my ear.”

“What was it?”

“I don’t know. I ran like hell.”

Sam and I looked at each other again and sighed.

This is fucking pointless.

“Let’s get back to Dean and get them the hell out of here.” I mumbled.

                                                          ***

There was a shrill scream that rang off the metal of the building. Gavin jumped and Sam flinched. My chest clenched and I gasped.

“Dean!”

I burst into a full out sprint, boots pounding on the floor.

“Dean!”

“She’s inside with one of them.” Dean grabbed me by the shoulder the second I reached him, pointing to the rusted door.

“Help me!” She shrieked, and Sam and Gavin got to us, panting.

“Kat!” Gavin began to panic, and Sam’s fists clenched as he shut his eyes.

“Get me out of here!”

“Kat, it's not going to hurt you. Listen to me. You've got to face it. You've got to calm down.” Sam huffed.

Dean blinked as he turned to Sam. “She’s gotta what?”

“I have to what?” Kat echoed.

Sam sighed. “These spirits, they're not trying to hurt us, they're trying to communicate. You gotta face it. You gotta listen to it.”

“You face it!” She spat back.

“No!” Sam hissed. “It’s the only way to get out of there.”

“No!” Kat fought.

“Kat, just look at it! Come on, you can do it.” I leaned against the door.

There was silence and Gavin called out to her. Dean sighed and ducked his head.

“Man, I hope you’re right about this.”

Sam huffed again. “Yeah, me too.”

I reached for Dean’s hand as we waited, silent and tense. He looked down at me and swallowed, pulling me closer to his side. Sam’s breath was the only thing I could hear. Dean squeezed my hand as the lock unclicked. I tried to steady my own breathing as the door slid open. Kat stood in the doorway, pale and drained.

“Oh, Kat.” Gavin grabbed her and she fell into him.

Sam dashed into the room, shining the light around. He made a grabby hand at me and I put the camera into the palm of his hand. He flicked it up and looked around.

“Anything?” I asked as he emerged.

He only shook his head.

“One thirty-seven.” Kat spoke.

Dean and Sam and I looked at each other, each blinking in confusion.

“Sorry?” Dean asked.

“It whispered in my ear. One thirty-seven.”

“Room number.” The three Winchester brains clicked as I ducked to squat, pulling Dean down with me, Sam following on his own.

“So if these spirits aren’t trying to hurt anyone-”

“Then what’re they trying to do?” I finished his question.

“Maybe that’s what they’ve been trying to tell us…” Sam shrugged.

“I guess we’ll find out.”

“Alright.” Sam huffed as the three of us popped back onto our feet.

Dean turned to the teenagers with a grin on his face. “So, now, are you guys ready to get the hell out of here?”

Kat snorted. “That’s an understatement.”

“Okay.” Dean nodded to Sam. “Get them, Olive can stay with them while I find 137.”

“No.” I reached for him again, latching onto his wrist.

“What?”

“I’m going with you. Sam can get them out on his own, but we shouldn’t leave one person alone in here.” I shook my head.

“Olive-”

“Dean, she’s right.” Sam sighed. “It’s dangerous.”

Dean blinked. “Fine. Keep the shotgun.” He pulled it off his back and held it out to Sam.

Sam took it and slung it over his back. “Be careful.”

“Always.” Dean grumbled back.

                                                          ***

“Found it!” I called to Dean as I stood in front of the door.

“Here, help me move this.” He pocketed his own flashlight and gestured to the fallen furniture in blocking the doorway.

I gripped my flashlight between my teeth as I anchored my feet on the ground and pushed against the wooden mess. Dean followed, his weight doing the job. I stumbled as the support of the cabinet gave way and he helped me stay steady by grabbing the back of my neck. I cleared my throat as Dean pushed the door open.

The room was a disaster. The walls were stained with what was most definitely blood and other bodily fluids, filing cabinets tipped over and papers strewn about. Dean pushed me behind him.

“You got the camera?”

I patted my sides and huffed. “No. We left it with Sam.”

He huffed. “Alright. Just stay close.”

I nodded. This room had bad vibes.

                                                          ***

I huffed from my spot on the floor. I was leaning against the wall, and I was absolutely leaning against blood, but I didn’t care.

“De, we’ve looked through every single paper here. Whatever we’re looking for, it’s not here. The spirits are wrong.”

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Ol, it has to be here.”

I rubbed the back of my neck and sighed.

“Fine. Then there’s a secret door or drawer or something. It’s not in this mess, not in plain sight.”

Dean blew a raspberry. “Fine. Fine, let’s try to pull the room apart then.”

I groaned as I got to my feet. “I wish Dad was here.”

He sighed. “Yeah Ollie, I know. I wish he was here too.”

I turned to face the wall and splayed my fingers out, running them across the wall as I started to circle the room.

“Here!” Dean piped up.

I blinked. “How did you find it so fast?”

He chuckled. “It was right in front of me.” He pried the floorboard up and tossed it aside.

I joined him, delighted to see a satchel that looked full.

“This is why I get paid the big bucks.” He pulled the satchel up with a grunt.

I pranced to the desk in the middle of the room and sat down. Dean pulled up a chair and laid the papers from the satchel on the table. I snatched the top half of the pile and pulled it into my lap.

“Holy shit.” I grimaced as Dean sat and took his pile.

Notes upon notes upon notes, medical instruments and procedures hand-drawn, it was insanity on paper.

“Hey Ol.” Dean mumbled.

I looked up from the papers, seeing that his expression matched how I felt.

Pure concern. Whatever had happened to Ellicott to make him do this must’ve been awful, and what he did to the patients must’ve been even worse.

Dean broke into a smile and I blinked, confused. Why was he smiling?

“Looks like all work and no play makes-”

“Dr. Ellicott a very dull boy.” I chimed in, finishing the saying with him as he chuckled and I giggled.

There was a thud and our heads snapped up.

“Sam.”

                                                          ***

We got shot at the second we rounded the corner. Kat had the shotgun, and thankfully, Dean reacted quicker than I did, pulling me down around the corner with him.

“Damn it, damn it! Don’t shoot! It’s us!” Dean shouted.

“Sorry!” Kat squeaked. Sorry.”

“Son of a-”

“What the hell are you still doing here? Where’s Sam?” I asked as I ran around the corner, seeing Gavin and Kat huddled together against the wall.

“He went to the basement. You called him.” Gavin spoke.

Dean and I looked at each other.

“I didn’t call anyone.”

“Not you. Dean.” Kat nodded to him.

Dean and I looked at each other again, increasingly confused and frustrated.

“His cell phone rang. He said it was you.” Kat shrugged.

“Fucking hell.” I hissed.

“Basement, huh?” The wheels in Dean’s head began to turn.

I sighed and looked around, picking up the first pipe I saw. I twisted it in my hands. It would be better than nothing.

“Alright. Watch yourselves, and watch out for us.”

“Be careful!” Kat called as Dean reached for my hand and led the way.

                                                          ***

“Sammy? Sam, you down here?” Dean called.

“Sams? Sammy!” I followed behind him, holding onto his jacket like a little kid.

The basement was creepy. There were desks and chairs thrown around, like Ellicott’s office but worse. I felt a step behind me and jumped as I turned, Dean immediately jumping in front of me with the shotgun up. Upon seeing that it was Sam, I sighed.

“Man, answer me when I’m calling you!” Dean barked, reminding me very quickly of Dad. “You alright?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” Sam’s gaze seemed dead and it sent chills down my spine.

“You know it wasn’t me who called you, right?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, I know. I think something lured me down here.”

“Probably Ellicott. That’s what the spirits have been trying to tell us. You haven’t seen him, have you, Sams?” I asked, still behind Dean, inching closer slowly.

“No.” Sam’s cold eyes went from Dean to me. “How do you know it was him?”

I flinched. How do you know and not why do you think. That was bad. It gave me a bad feeling at the base of my spine and in the pit of my stomach.

“Cause we found his log book. Apparently he was experimenting on his patients. Awful shit. Makes lobotomies look like a couple of aspirin.” Dean scoffed, unaware of the tension.

Sam kept his eyes on me. Something was wrong with him. “But it was the patients who rioted.”

“Yeah.” Dean snorted, and Sam’s eyes went back to him, face blank. “They were rioting against Ellicott. Dr. Feelgood was working on some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy.” Dean rolled his eyes. “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 we were 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 proposed, and Sam said nothing, still staring.

I huddled closer to Dean, clenching his jacket so hard my knuckles began to hurt. “Guys, let’s just go. We have to find his body and burn it.”

“How?” Sam quirked an eyebrow. “The police never found his body.”

Dean shook his head, shooting me a look over his shoulder. I looked up at him, terrified. Sam was not Sam right now, and I was hoping Dean would catch onto that.

“The log book said he… had some sort of-” He cut himself off to look back at me, confused. I shook my head and Sam cleared his throat. I jumped, feeling my skin crawl. This was hopeless. I pushed my face into Dean’s back and whined. His hand came back to my arm and I sighed. He had gotten the message.

“Uh… he had a secret procedure room down here where he’d work on his patients. So, if I was a patient, I’d drag his ass down here, do a little work myself.”

“I don’t know, Dean. It sounds kind of…” Sam trailed off, looking over Dean’s shoulder at me.

I squirmed, uneasy. “Crazy?” I proposed, and Sam’s eye twitched as he nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, exactly.” Dean grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out from behind him, to his side.

“I told you. I looked everywhere. I didn’t find a hidden room.”

My blood froze again. He hadn’t mentioned looking at all.

Dean chuckled. “Well yeah, that’s why they call it hidden.” He pulled me to follow him around, and I could feel Sam on my tail.

I closed my eyes, hoping it would stop. Ellicott must’ve done something to him. He was freaking me out.

“You hear that?” Dean asked, tilting his head to the ground. “There’s a door here.”

He dropped my hand to crouch, and Sam’s hand slammed over my mouth as the shotgun pressed into the base of my neck and I was dragged backward, away from Dean. I squealed, horrified and shaking.

“Dean.” Sam spoke, and Dean stood, eyes wide. He took a step forward, and Sam dug the gun into my skin. I whimpered, trembling like a chihuahua.

“Step away from the door.”

“Sam, put the gun down.” Dean tried to reason, putting his hand up.

“Is that an order?” Sam tilted his head.

Dean shook his head. “No. More of a friendly request. Let her go.” Dean squared his shoulders. “That was an order.”

Sam snorted. “Well I’m getting pretty sick of taking your orders.”

I bit down into Sam’s hand and the gun pressed harder, but I got my mouth free.

“De, I was right! Ellicott did something to him!”

“Oh, for once in your life, Olive, just shut your mouth.” Sam covered my mouth again.

“What are you gonna do, Sam? Shoot your little fucking sister? Gun’s filled with rock salt. It won’t kill her. Won’t kill me either.”

Sam huffed, and the gun left me. I sighed, but then he aimed at Dean and shot.

“No, but it will hurt like hell.”

I screamed as Sam put the gun down and dragged me across the room, tossing me into the corner. There were ropes right by, and I knew he had planned this. Dean had been blasted backward, through the door. He was strewn on the floor.

“Dean! Dean! Dean! Sammy, stop it! Sam, please! Dean!” I tried to kick Sam away, screaming and crying.

“Shut up, Olive! I’m tired of hearing you!” Sam hissed into my face as he tied my wrists together, then my ankles. “You ruin everything.”

“Sam, don’t do this.” I whined. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I know. But I want to.” Sam spat on me and I let out a whimper.

“Olive!” Dean’s voice was a howl, and then it turned into a bark. “Sam!”

Sam was now standing over him, a grim smile on his face. Dean was trying to back away so he could get to his feet, but it was clear that he was in pain and struggling.

“We gotta burn Ellicott’s bones and then all of this will be over, and you’ll be back to normal.” Dean panted.

I struggled against the ropes. He had made the mistake of tying my wrists in front of me and tying the rope on my boots and not above. Sam hissed at Dean.

“I am normal! I’m just telling the truth for the first time!”

His attention was fully on Dean. I slowly grabbed at the laces of my boots, undoing the knot.

“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?”

I pulled down the zipper as he raised his voice. I tugged one boot off, grunting as the rope dug at my skin as it passed. One boot was off.

“Are you that desperate for his approval?” Sam laughed.

“This isn’t you talking, Sam.” Dean shook his head.

“That’s the difference between you and me! I have a mind of my own! I’m not pathetic, like you!”

The other boot slid off, leaving me in socks, wrists tied but functional.

“So what are you gonna do? Huh? Are you gonna kill me?” Dean challenged, seeing that I was halfway there.

“You know what? I am so sick of you telling me what to do!” Sam shouted, and I took the chance to get to my feet and tiptoe toward him. “We’re no closer to finding Dad today than we were six months ago!”

“Well then here!” Dean screamed louder than Sam had, giving me enough time to drag a chair behind Sam and step onto it. “Let me make it easier for you!” Dean held his Smith & Wesson out to him. “Come on! Take it! Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt.” He growled, and I took a deep breath as Sam hesitated. “Take it!” Dean spat.

Sam snatched it and pointed it at Dean’s face. I caught Dean’s eye and there was a twinkle of a smile before his attention reverted back to Sam. “You hate me that much? You think you could kill your own brother? Then go ahead. Pull the trigger.” Dean taunted him. “Do it!”

Sam pulled, and the gun clicked. I felt my eyes burn with tears, and I wasn’t sure if they were from fear or relief. He pulled the trigger again, but it would be of no use. The chamber was empty. Sam was confused. Dean nodded at me and I took the chance to leap onto Sam, hooking my tied wrists over his neck. He stumbled backward, trying to get me off as Dean struggled to get to his feet.

“Man, I’m not gonna give you a loaded pistol!” Dean shouted.

“Get Ellicott, I can handle him!” I squeaked as Sam grabbed my arms and tried to pull them off.

“Sorry, Sams.” I whispered as I tugged my arms back, elbows to my sides.

My wrists hit Sam in the throat and he gagged, thrashing about and trying to get free of me. I dug my heel into his side, and he hissed, falling to the ground. I shook loose and looked up to see that Dean had disappeared behind a pair of curtains.

The heel of Sam’s hand came up to my nose and I groaned, stumbling backwards.

“Sam, listen to me!” I howled, spitting the blood that traveled to my mouth.

“Why can’t you ever stay out of it, Olive?” He screamed at me. “Sometimes I wish you had never shown up!”

I sighed as he pinned me down, hands at my neck. He was gonna choke me out, and I would either pass out or die. I was scared of both. I tried to squirm away, but it was no use. I prayed another apology before bringing my knee up to his crotch. His arms lost their tension, and I looped my wrists around his neck, bringing his head down and slamming my forehead into his nose. His eyes rolled back into his head and he went limp. I huffed as I pushed him off of me and looked for his pulse. It was there. I sighed, dropping onto the floor.

“Olive!” Dean shouted and I struggled to get back up, panting.

Ellicott had Dean in the corner, hands on his face.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m going to help you. I’m going to make you all better.” Ellicott cooed, and Dean stopped struggling, staring into the doctor’s eyes.

I took a deep breath, gagging at the smell of a dead body, but also being washed in a sense of relief at the smell of salt and kerosene. I rummaged through my pockets to find a lighter. I heard Dean’s laugh as my fingers curled around the lighter. I looked up to see him coming at me, a horrifying grin on his face. I flicked the lighter open and threw it onto the body. Ellicott’s ghost began to crumble as the body burned, and Dean stopped right in front of me. His smile dropped and his eyes went wide at the fear on my face. He started to cry and he fell to his knees.

“Olive, I’m so sorry.” He panted.

I fell to my knees in front of him and looped my arms around his neck as he grabbed at me, sobbing.

“It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry.” He shook. “I don’t want you to be scared of me, I’m so sorry.”

I giggled. “I’m not scared of you. Now let’s go. We have to haul Sam out of here somehow, and he’s massive.”

He pulled back and brushed my hair behind my ear. “I’m sorry.”

I shook my head. “It’s okay.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead before getting to his feet and holding his hands out to help me. There was a groan and I looked over to see Sam sitting up, wriggling his nose.

Dean and I looked at each other.

“You’re not gonna try and kill us, are you?”

“No.” Sam cupped his nose.

“Good. Cause that would be awkward.” I huffed as I shuffled over to him.

                                                        ***

I took a deep breath of fresh air and sighed, leaning into Dean’s side as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“Thanks, guys.” Kat sighed as we stood outside of the asylum.

“Yeah, thanks.” Gavin added.

“No more haunted asylums, okay?” Dean emphasized, and we watched as they walked toward their car.

“Hey, Dean? Ol?”

Dean and I turned to Sam, eyebrows raised.

“I’m really sorry, guys. I said awful things back there.”

Dean and I looked at each other.

“You remember all that?”

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “It’s like I couldn’t control it. But I didn’t mean it. Any of it.”

“You didn’t, huh?” Dean eyed him.

“No, of course not!” Sam’s face became panicked, and inched away from Dean and to him, throwing my arms around his middle. He hugged back with a sigh. “Do we need to talk about this?”

Dean shook his head as he opened the car door. “No. I’m not really in the caring and sharing kind of mood. I just wanna get some sleep.” He got into the car and Sam sighed.

I pulled away and gave him a sympathetic smile. “He’ll come around. Ellicott just hit some sensitive spots, that’s all.”

“Olive.” Sam frowned. “I love hearing you talk. Y-y-you’re like… this little genius. You’re so smart and creative and funny, and you’ve never ruined anything in your life.” He sighed. “I’m so sorry.”

I smiled. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean any of it. And Dean knows too. He’s just…” I leaned in and whispered. “Insecure.” I cleared my throat. “Don’t tell him I told you that.”

Sam chuckled. “I love you, Ol.”

I grinned. “I love you too, Sam.”

                                                        ***

I yawned as I pulled my hoodie on. Dean was asleep in bed, and Sam had just gotten into the shower. I was about to crawl in next to Dean, and I was so tired I was sure that I’d snore louder than him.

His phone rang and I groaned.

“De?”

He didn’t move. I let out a whine and grabbed the phone. It wasn’t a familiar number, but we knew a lot of people.

“Hello?” I put it to my ear.

“Olive? Where’s your brother?”

My eyes bugged out of my head. “Dad?”

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Asylum Part 1

Hey guys!  I’m so sorry I’m getting this out late!  I worked yesterday and didn’t have my chapter on fan fiction done, so I had to do that today on top of homework.  This is here though!  I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!

Fandom: Supernatural

Series: A Whole New World

Episode: Asylum

Warnings: few cuss words, talk of death, mental institution, 

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After the case at the old Winchester house, the boys started treating me better. Sam and I grew closer than ever since he found out I liked to geek out as much as he does. Dean knows I never forget his pie, so he likes me as well. That case has been the best thing to happen since I've met these guys. At the moment, we are sitting in a motel room. Dean was reading John's journal, while Sam was talking to their friend, Caleb.

"No, Dad was in California last we heard from him. We just thought...he comes to you for 'munitions...maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. Just, call us if you hear anything." Sam says. There was a pause. "Thanks." Sam hung up the phone.

"Caleb hasn't heard from him?" Dean asks.

"Nope and neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Any leads in there?"

"No, same as last time I looked. Nothing I can make out...I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like friggin' Yoda." I let out a chuckle.

"You know, maybe we should call the Feds. File a missing person's."

"We've talked about this. Dad's be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail."

"I don't care anymore." It's been really hard to not tell them I saw John at Missouri's. I want to tell him he's okay. I want to tell them that he was so close to them. I want to tell them they will be getting a phone call from him soon. Dean's phone starts to ring. He heads over to his duffel bag. "After all that happened back in Kansas, I mean...he should've been there, Dean." He was, but I can't tell them that. "You said so yourself. You tried to call him and...nothing."

"I know!" Dean says as he struggles to find his phone. "Where the hell is my cellphone?"

"You know, he could be dead for all we know."

"Don't say that! He's not dead! He's-he's..."

"He's what? He's hiding? He's busy?" Sam is getting frustrated and angry. I probably would be if I was in there position. Dean finally finds his phone.

"Huh, I don't believe it." Dean says quietly.

"What?" Sam and I ask.

"Its, uh...It's a text message. It's coordinates." Dean then grabs Sam's laptop and searches the coordinates.

"You think Dad was texting us?"

"He's given us coordinates before." I say.

"The man can barely work a toaster, guys."

"Sam, it's good news! It means he's okay, or alive at least." Dean says happily.

"Well, was there a number on the caller ID?"

"Nah, it said 'unknown'."

"Well, where do the coordinates point?" I ask.

"That's the interesting part. Rockford, Illinois." Oh, I think I know what this case is.

"Ok, and that's interesting how?" Sam asks.

"I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this." He says flipping the laptop around for me and Sam to see. I was correct on what we are about to do. We are about to go to an asylum.

"This cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife, then puts the gun in his mouth, blows his brains out. Earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum."

"Okay, I'm not following. What has this have to do with us?" Sam asks.

"Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal. Let's see..." Dean says as he opens John's journal. "Here." Dean says showing us the page from the journal. "Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths-till last week at least. I think this is where he wants us to go." Sam snorted.

"This is a job...Dad wants us to work a job." Sam says crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, maybe we'll meet up with him? Maybe he's there?"

"Maybe he's not? I mean, he could be sending us there, by ourselves, to hunt this thing."

"Who cares! If he wants us there, it's good enough for me!"

"This doesn't strike you as weird? The texting? The coordinates?"

"Sam! Dad's telling us to go somewhere, we're going." Sam makes a face and sighs.

"I agree with Dean. Even if we're not meeting with John, we're still going to take out some evil."

"Exactly, Sam. Come on. We need to pack up and go." We packed up and hopped into the Impala. The first place we go to is a bar, where we are told Kelly's partner hangs out. I go to the bar and order a virgin drink and wait for the boys to do their thing. I hear an argument and know that Sam is getting on the cop's good side. Dean walks over to me. "A virgin drink, really Kate."

"I don't drink, and you know that Dean." I said. This drink is so good.

"One of these days, I'm going to get you to drink a good drink." After a while, Sam walked over to us, and we head back out to the Impala. "Shoved me kinda hard in there, buddy boy." Dean says to Sam.

"I had to sell it, didn't I? It's method acting." Sam says.

"Huh?"

"Never mind."

"What'd you find out from Gunderson?" Dean asks.

"So, Walter Kelly was a good cop. Head of his class, even-keeled. He had a bright future ahead of him."

"What about at home?"

"He and his wife had a few fights, like everybody, but he was mostly smooth sailing. They were even talking about having kids."

"Alright, so either Kelly had some deep-seated crazy waiting to burst out, or something else did it to him."

"Right." Sam says.

"What'd Gunderson tell you about the asylum?"

"A lot." After that, we were ready to head to the asylum. We got there, and the guys had to help me climb the fence. Dean had gone first to catch me on the other side. Sam helped me climb since he is taller than Dean. Sam climbs over, and we head inside. This place is scarier than it looked on the television. "So apparently the cops chased the kids here...into the south wing." Sam said pointing to a sign over a door saying the south wing.

"South wing, huh? Wait a second." Dean says as he pulls out John's journal. "1972: three kids broke into the south wing, only one survived. Way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place."

"So whatever's going on, the south wing is the heart of it." I say.

"But if the kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?" Dean asks. Sam goes over to a broken chain that was on the south wing door. "Looks like the doors are usually chained. Could've been chained up for years."

"Yeah, to keep people out, or to keep something in." We look at each other, and Sam opens the door. We walk into the hallway and kept on the lookout.

"Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel." Dean says.

"Dude, enough." Sam says.

"I'm serious. You got to be careful, all right? Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got going on." Does that include whatever is going on with me?

"I told you, it's not ESP! I just have strange vibes sometimes. Weird dreams." Me and Dean exchange looks. We don't believe a word he is saying right now.

"Yeah, whatever. Don't ask, don't tell." Dean says as we continue down the hallway.

"You get any reading on that thing or not?" Sam asks.

"Nope. If course, it doesn't mean no one's home."

"Spirits can't appear during certain hours of the day." I say.

"Yeah, the freaks come out at night." Dean says.

"Yeah." Sam says.

"Hey Kate, who do you think is the hotter psychic: Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or Sam?" Dean asks turning to me. Sam pushes Dean, who laughs.

"I don't go for females, so I'm going to have to go with none of the above." I say jokingly.

"Hey!" Sam says faking being hurt. This caused Dean to start laughing harder.

"Alright, Sam you're the hottest of the list." I say nudging him. "Mainly because I like your hair."

"I'm not going to let you braid my hair, Kate." I snapped my finger.

"Darn it. One of these days I'm going to braid that hair Sam Winchester." We continued down the hallway until we came into a room with an operating table in it.

"Man." Dean says as he whistles. "Man, electro-shock, lobotomies, they did some twisted stuff to these people. Kind of like my man Jack in Cuckoo's Nest." Dean turned to us and made crazy eyes. I laughed. Sam just ignored him. That was odd. Sam usually rolls his eyes, scoffs, or rarely gives a chuckle. We look around some more in the room. "So, what do you think? Ghosts possessing people?"

"Maybe, or maybe it's more like Amityville or the Shining."

"Spirits driving them insane. Kind of like my man Jack in the shining." Dean says.

"Dean, Kate." We look at Sam. "When are we going to talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" Dean asks.

"About the fact Dad's not here." Sam says.

"Oh, I see. How about...never." Dean says as he goes back to whatever he was doing.

"I'm being serious, man. He sent us here..."

"So am I, Sam. Look, he sent us here, he obviously wants us here. We'll pick up the search later."

"It doesn't matter what he wants."

"See, that attitude? Right there? That is why I always get the extra cookie."

"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."

"I understand that, Sam, but he's given us an order."

"So what, we got to always follow Dad's orders?" I'm getting flashbacks to what will happen in season five. This is the reason they're chosen to be Michael's and Lucifer's vessels. I wonder how I'm going to fit in with that..

"Of course we do." I don't want to be a part of this fight. Sam looks frustrated. Dean turns away. After a while, Dean picks up a sign. "'Sanford Ellicott'...You know what we got to do. We got to find out more about the south wing. See if something happened here." Dean says. He handed it to Sam. Sam looks down of it looking slightly angry. I chuckle and follow Dean out of the asylum. We go back to the motel room and research as much as we can about this Doctor Ellicott.

"Check this out." I say looking at Sam. He comes over and looks at my laptop screen. "There's a psychiatrist named Dr. James Ellicott." Sam goes over to his computer and looks up James's information.

"He is actually the son of our Sanford Ellicott." Sam says. "Good job, Kate."

"Thanks." I say. Sam picks up his phone and starts dialing a phone number.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm going to get an appointment with Dr. Ellicott." He called the place and made an appointment for this afternoon. I was really surprised he got an appointment so early. Dean came in with our lunch. Sam explained what the plan was to Sam. After lunch, Sam and Dean take off to the office for Sam's appointment. I decided to stay back and do some researching.

[laser-things]

The Reluctant Vegan

I am like most red-blooded American men in that I like a good steak, a hot dog, a hamburger, chicken and most meat products. I don’t like to think about how those items came to me, or what the process was, or even if any that stuff is any good for me; if it tastes good, that’s good enough for me. Sometimes it’s just the memory of something tasting good, because not every steak is a good one.

 So I was in for a bit of shock when I came home to the announcement by the mermaid that she was embarking on a three-week vegan diet and how would I like to join her! To say I felt ambushed is to put it bluntly; I mean I had never given any thought to being vegan, while my flippered mate had been considering this move in silence for quite some time. Thinking quickly on my feet, I queried whether that meant she would be preparing only vegan meals? The answer was equally swift:“duh!”

 The name of the vegan diet is “Crazy, Sexy You” by Kris Carr. Since the first meal was upon us, I considered my options, and decided to try the first meal. I mean maybe this diet would turn me into crazy, sexy me? And so I watched with trepidation as my Irish trained chef worked furiously in the kitchen, with a passion I had never seen for food before. There was much chopping, blending, and mixing. There were nuts of all kind, purees, pastes, and greens, oh yes, plenty of greens all mixed together. The first meal was very colorful, and I am a sucker for colors, and to my surprise it tasted very good. As I closed my eyes that night, I thought perhaps this might work.

 Well after three weeks I can tell you that I absolutely loved it. My soul mate developed cooking skills I never knew existed, and while I did not become one bit more sexy, my mind and body felt much better. I may have even lost a pound or two, but that is unconfirmed at this point. And I felt very comfortable looking at my animal friends without any latent guilt.

 Now I may have had some fish during this three week episode, and I might have had a hamburger that got lost and found its way into my tummy, but for the most part I stayed the course, even drinking some foul looking, but good tasting green stuff. Am I a changed man? Well, the answer there is a definite “maybe”. I still like eating hamburgers and hot dogs, and steak and sausage, but can I go without that stuff for a day or two or more – it turns out the answer is yes! Is it better for you, well again, if you listen to the experts, one of whom happens to live with me, the answer seems to be yes. Of course, you want to make sure that you’re not the healthy guy who could live to 100 but unfortunately has a house fall on you, and end everything prematurely.

 So if you see me on the Boards drinking some salad with some quinoa on the side, know that I am still American. And if you drive by my house at night and you see me dunking an Oreo, please don’t tell the vegan community on me, I would hate to be ostracized, because despite the lack of meat, I have found that some vegans can get violent quickly! Who knew?

[disappontingdangernoodle]

Various Varieties of Vegans

Ethical vegan: Doesn't eat or use anything that came from or harmed an animal.

"Plant based" vegan: Doesn't eat anything that came from an animal, or anything processed or "unhealthy," but might still wear leather or use beeswax or ride horses, etc. Probably is vegan just for health reasons.

Environmental vegan: because that pound of beef used as much water as six months worth of showers. and did you even think about the amount of greenhouse gasses involved?

Raw vegan: fruit + raw veggies + sunlight + magic vibes

Gourmet raw vegan: poster child of raw food. eats raw dehydrated cashew kale chips, raw spaghetti noodles with raw cashew pesto and raw walnut sausage, and raw cashew cheesecake.

Raw til 4 vegan: smash in the carbs. nice cream. pasta.

Low carb vegan: similar to bigfoot in that its existence is whispered of but unconfirmed. probably eats lots of nuts and avocado. is suspected to be moody and undercarbed, so if you encounter one please watch out.

Junk food vegan: Oreos, potato chips, vegan pizza, just about anything the plant based or raw vegan would avoid, but at least it didn't kill any animals!

Hipster vegan: organic veggies and rainforest certified fair trade coffee. cooler than you. probably works at the farmers market or the local vegan cafe. wears bamboo fiber flannels and tshirts with inspirational quotes or funny media references.

Hippie vegan: not to be confused with the hipster vegan. this variety spends more time out doors with dreadlocks and pot. could possibly be a raw vegan.

Punk vegan: wants to abolish animal abuse. defies the capital system. wears black and cruelty free hair dye. anarchy.

Athletic vegan: bodybuilding/marathoning/intense everything sporty all the time. super fit, obv. either loves or hates peanut butter. there is no in between.

High school vegan: probably alone at the lunch table. constantly made fun of or interrogated about veganism and whether a food is vegan or not.

College vegan: usually locked in one of the deeper states of deprivation. stocking up vegan recipes until to wait until they have a proper kitchen. having to turn down beer because it's not vegan. crying over finals into a bowl of plain potatoes

Emotional vegan: oh my god did you see earthlings. did you SEE earthlings. omg i love the beautiful animals so much HOW CAN WE EAT THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. i have a pet chicken. look at the chicken. ITS SO CUTE LOVE ALL COMPANION ANIMALS PLSSSSS

Stranded vegan: I WANT TO EAT BUT NOTHING HERE IS VEGAN SO I'M GOING TO EAT THIS BANANA AND CRY.

Purist vegan: no. can't eat that. that has honey in it. nope, not that either, the sugar isn't certified vegan so it was probably charred with animal bones. are you kidding me. of course i can't eat THAT. that is supplemented with vitamin D from animal sources. oh those tortillas don't have any non vegan ingredients? sorry just to be safe i'm getting the certified vegan ones instead.

Aspiring vegan: not actually vegan. typically speaks very loudly and says things such as "i would be vegan but cheese"

New vegan: i don't know what im doing but im just gonna eat this peanut butter and hope purist vegan doesn't yell at me

Lucky vegan: lives in a place where there are lots of health food stores and vegan restaurants and vegan people and vegan stuff in general. i envy you.

Vegan guy: usually sought after in the vegan community. hard to find in real life.

Vegan girl: take up the majority of the vegan community. yet they are still hard to find in real life. the struggle.

Hot vegan: all vegans. wtf did you think. gorgeous creatures

THE BEST THING IVE EVER READ

[adesertwolves]

Various Varieties of Vegans

Ethical vegan: Doesn't eat or use anything that came from or harmed an animal.

"Plant based" vegan: Doesn't eat anything that came from an animal, or anything processed or "unhealthy," but might still wear leather or use beeswax or ride horses, etc. Probably is vegan just for health reasons.

Environmental vegan: because that pound of beef used as much water as six months worth of showers. and did you even think about the amount of greenhouse gasses involved?

Raw vegan: fruit + raw veggies + sunlight + magic vibes

Gourmet raw vegan: poster child of raw food. eats raw dehydrated cashew kale chips, raw spaghetti noodles with raw cashew pesto and raw walnut sausage, and raw cashew cheesecake.

Raw til 4 vegan: smash in the carbs. nice cream. pasta.

Low carb vegan: similar to bigfoot in that its existence is whispered of but unconfirmed. probably eats lots of nuts and avocado. is suspected to be moody and undercarbed, so if you encounter one please watch out.

Junk food vegan: Oreos, potato chips, vegan pizza, just about anything the plant based or raw vegan would avoid, but at least it didn't kill any animals!

Hipster vegan: organic veggies and rainforest certified fair trade coffee. cooler than you. probably works at the farmers market or the local vegan cafe. wears bamboo fiber flannels and tshirts with inspirational quotes or funny media references.

Hippie vegan: not to be confused with the hipster vegan. this variety spends more time out doors with dreadlocks and pot. could possibly be a raw vegan.

Punk vegan: wants to abolish animal abuse. defies the capital system. wears black and cruelty free hair dye. anarchy.

Athletic vegan: bodybuilding/marathoning/intense everything sporty all the time. super fit, obv. either loves or hates peanut butter. there is no in between.

High school vegan: probably alone at the lunch table. constantly made fun of or interrogated about veganism and whether a food is vegan or not.

College vegan: usually locked in one of the deeper states of deprivation. stocking up vegan recipes to wait until they have a proper kitchen. having to turn down beer because it's not vegan. crying over finals into a bowl of plain potatoes or instant ramen

Emotional vegan: oh my god did you see earthlings. did you SEE earthlings. omg i love the beautiful animals so much HOW CAN WE EAT THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. i have a pet chicken. look at the chicken. ITS SO CUTE LOVE ALL COMPANION ANIMALS PLSSSSS

Stranded vegan: I WANT TO EAT BUT NOTHING HERE IS VEGAN SO I'M GOING TO EAT THIS BANANA AND CRY.

Purist vegan: no. can't eat that. that has honey in it. nope, not that either, the sugar isn't certified vegan so it was probably charred with animal bones. are you kidding me. of course i can't eat THAT. that is supplemented with vitamin D from animal sources. oh those tortillas don't have any non vegan ingredients? sorry just to be safe i'm getting the certified vegan ones instead.

Aspiring vegan: not actually vegan. typically speaks very loudly and says things such as "i would be vegan but cheese"

New vegan: i don't know what im doing but im just gonna eat this peanut butter and hope purist vegan doesn't yell at me

Lucky vegan: lives in a place where there are lots of health food stores and vegan restaurants and vegan people and vegan stuff in general. i envy you.

Vegan guy: usually sought after in the vegan community. hard to find in real life.

Vegan girl: take up the majority of the vegan community. yet they are still hard to find in real life. the struggle.

Hot vegan: all vegans. wtf did you think. gorgeous creatures

[carlsgovroom]

Various Varieties of Vegans

Ethical vegan: Doesn't eat or use anything that came from or harmed an animal.

"Plant based" vegan: Doesn't eat anything that came from an animal, or anything processed or "unhealthy," but might still wear leather or use beeswax or ride horses, etc. Probably is vegan just for health reasons.

Environmental vegan: because that pound of beef used as much water as six months worth of showers. and did you even think about the amount of greenhouse gasses involved?

Raw vegan: fruit + raw veggies + sunlight + magic vibes

Gourmet raw vegan: poster child of raw food. eats raw dehydrated cashew kale chips, raw spaghetti noodles with raw cashew pesto and raw walnut sausage, and raw cashew cheesecake.

Raw til 4 vegan: smash in the carbs. nice cream. pasta.

Low carb vegan: similar to bigfoot in that its existence is whispered of but unconfirmed. probably eats lots of nuts and avocado. is suspected to be moody and undercarbed, so if you encounter one please watch out.

Junk food vegan: Oreos, potato chips, vegan pizza, just about anything the plant based or raw vegan would avoid, but at least it didn't kill any animals!

Hipster vegan: organic veggies and rainforest certified fair trade coffee. cooler than you. probably works at the farmers market or the local vegan cafe. wears bamboo fiber flannels and tshirts with inspirational quotes or funny media references.

Hippie vegan: not to be confused with the hipster vegan. this variety spends more time out doors with dreadlocks and pot. could possibly be a raw vegan.

Punk vegan: wants to abolish animal abuse. defies the capital system. wears black and cruelty free hair dye. anarchy.

Athletic vegan: bodybuilding/marathoning/intense everything sporty all the time. super fit, obv. either loves or hates peanut butter. there is no in between.

High school vegan: probably alone at the lunch table. constantly made fun of or interrogated about veganism and whether a food is vegan or not.

College vegan: usually locked in one of the deeper states of deprivation. stocking up vegan recipes to wait until they have a proper kitchen. having to turn down beer because it's not vegan. crying over finals into a bowl of plain potatoes or instant ramen

Emotional vegan: oh my god did you see earthlings. did you SEE earthlings. omg i love the beautiful animals so much HOW CAN WE EAT THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. i have a pet chicken. look at the chicken. ITS SO CUTE LOVE ALL COMPANION ANIMALS PLSSSSS

Stranded vegan: I WANT TO EAT BUT NOTHING HERE IS VEGAN SO I'M GOING TO EAT THIS BANANA AND CRY.

Purist vegan: no. can't eat that. that has honey in it. nope, not that either, the sugar isn't certified vegan so it was probably charred with animal bones. are you kidding me. of course i can't eat THAT. that is supplemented with vitamin D from animal sources. oh those tortillas don't have any non vegan ingredients? sorry just to be safe i'm getting the certified vegan ones instead.

Aspiring vegan: not actually vegan. typically speaks very loudly and says things such as "i would be vegan but cheese"

New vegan: i don't know what im doing but im just gonna eat this peanut butter and hope purist vegan doesn't yell at me

Lucky vegan: lives in a place where there are lots of health food stores and vegan restaurants and vegan people and vegan stuff in general. i envy you.

Vegan guy: usually sought after in the vegan community. hard to find in real life.

Vegan girl: take up the majority of the vegan community. yet they are still hard to find in real life. the struggle.

Hot vegan: all vegans. wtf did you think. gorgeous creatures

[maybe-im-deadly]

Various Varieties of Vegans

Ethical vegan: Doesn't eat or use anything that came from or harmed an animal.

"Plant based" vegan: Doesn't eat anything that came from an animal, or anything processed or "unhealthy," but might still wear leather or use beeswax or ride horses, etc. Probably is vegan just for health reasons.

Environmental vegan: because that pound of beef used as much water as six months worth of showers. and did you even think about the amount of greenhouse gasses involved?

Raw vegan: fruit + raw veggies + sunlight + magic vibes

Gourmet raw vegan: poster child of raw food. eats raw dehydrated cashew kale chips, raw spaghetti noodles with raw cashew pesto and raw walnut sausage, and raw cashew cheesecake.

Raw til 4 vegan: smash in the carbs. nice cream. pasta.

Low carb vegan: similar to bigfoot in that its existence is whispered of but unconfirmed. probably eats lots of nuts and avocado. is suspected to be moody and undercarbed, so if you encounter one please watch out.

Junk food vegan: Oreos, potato chips, vegan pizza, just about anything the plant based or raw vegan would avoid, but at least it didn't kill any animals!

Hipster vegan: organic veggies and rainforest certified fair trade coffee. cooler than you. probably works at the farmers market or the local vegan cafe. wears bamboo fiber flannels and tshirts with inspirational quotes or funny media references.

Hippie vegan: not to be confused with the hipster vegan. this variety spends more time out doors with dreadlocks and pot. could possibly be a raw vegan.

Punk vegan: wants to abolish animal abuse. defies the capital system. wears black and cruelty free hair dye. anarchy.

Athletic vegan: bodybuilding/marathoning/intense everything sporty all the time. super fit, obv. either loves or hates peanut butter. there is no in between.

High school vegan: probably alone at the lunch table. constantly made fun of or interrogated about veganism and whether a food is vegan or not.

College vegan: usually locked in one of the deeper states of deprivation. stocking up vegan recipes to wait until they have a proper kitchen. having to turn down beer because it's not vegan. crying over finals into a bowl of plain potatoes or instant ramen

Emotional vegan: oh my god did you see earthlings. did you SEE earthlings. omg i love the beautiful animals so much HOW CAN WE EAT THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. i have a pet chicken. look at the chicken. ITS SO CUTE LOVE ALL COMPANION ANIMALS PLSSSSS

Stranded vegan: I WANT TO EAT BUT NOTHING HERE IS VEGAN SO I'M GOING TO EAT THIS BANANA AND CRY.

Purist vegan: no. can't eat that. that has honey in it. nope, not that either, the sugar isn't certified vegan so it was probably charred with animal bones. are you kidding me. of course i can't eat THAT. that is supplemented with vitamin D from animal sources. oh those tortillas don't have any non vegan ingredients? sorry just to be safe i'm getting the certified vegan ones instead.

Aspiring vegan: not actually vegan. typically speaks very loudly and says things such as "i would be vegan but cheese"

New vegan: i don't know what im doing but im just gonna eat this peanut butter and hope purist vegan doesn't yell at me

Lucky vegan: lives in a place where there are lots of health food stores and vegan restaurants and vegan people and vegan stuff in general. i envy you.

Vegan guy: usually sought after in the vegan community. hard to find in real life.

Vegan girl: take up the majority of the vegan community. yet they are still hard to find in real life. the struggle.

Hot vegan: all vegans. wtf did you think. gorgeous creatures

[anabananabulimamamia]

Various Varieties of Vegans

Ethical vegan: Doesn't eat or use anything that came from or harmed an animal.

"Plant based" vegan: Doesn't eat anything that came from an animal, or anything processed or "unhealthy," but might still wear leather or use beeswax or ride horses, etc. Probably is vegan just for health reasons.

Environmental vegan: because that pound of beef used as much water as six months worth of showers. and did you even think about the amount of greenhouse gasses involved?

Raw vegan: fruit + raw veggies + sunlight + magic vibes

Gourmet raw vegan: poster child of raw food. eats raw dehydrated cashew kale chips, raw spaghetti noodles with raw cashew pesto and raw walnut sausage, and raw cashew cheesecake.

Raw til 4 vegan: smash in the carbs. nice cream. pasta.

Low carb vegan: similar to bigfoot in that its existence is whispered of but unconfirmed. probably eats lots of nuts and avocado. is suspected to be moody and undercarbed, so if you encounter one please watch out.

Junk food vegan: Oreos, potato chips, vegan pizza, just about anything the plant based or raw vegan would avoid, but at least it didn't kill any animals!

Hipster vegan: organic veggies and rainforest certified fair trade coffee. cooler than you. probably works at the farmers market or the local vegan cafe. wears bamboo fiber flannels and tshirts with inspirational quotes or funny media references.

Hippie vegan: not to be confused with the hipster vegan. this variety spends more time out doors with dreadlocks and pot. could possibly be a raw vegan.

Punk vegan: wants to abolish animal abuse. defies the capital system. wears black and cruelty free hair dye. anarchy.

Athletic vegan: bodybuilding/marathoning/intense everything sporty all the time. super fit, obv. either loves or hates peanut butter. there is no in between.

High school vegan: probably alone at the lunch table. constantly made fun of or interrogated about veganism and whether a food is vegan or not.

College vegan: usually locked in one of the deeper states of deprivation. stocking up vegan recipes until to wait until they have a proper kitchen. having to turn down beer because it's not vegan. crying over finals into a bowl of plain potatoes

Emotional vegan: oh my god did you see earthlings. did you SEE earthlings. omg i love the beautiful animals so much HOW CAN WE EAT THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. i have a pet chicken. look at the chicken. ITS SO CUTE LOVE ALL COMPANION ANIMALS PLSSSSS

Stranded vegan: I WANT TO EAT BUT NOTHING HERE IS VEGAN SO I'M GOING TO EAT THIS BANANA AND CRY.

Purist vegan: no. can't eat that. that has honey in it. nope, not that either, the sugar isn't certified vegan so it was probably charred with animal bones. are you kidding me. of course i can't eat THAT. that is supplemented with vitamin D from animal sources. oh those tortillas don't have any non vegan ingredients? sorry just to be safe i'm getting the certified vegan ones instead.

Aspiring vegan: not actually vegan. typically speaks very loudly and says things such as "i would be vegan but cheese"

New vegan: i don't know what im doing but im just gonna eat this peanut butter and hope purist vegan doesn't yell at me

Lucky vegan: lives in a place where there are lots of health food stores and vegan restaurants and vegan people and vegan stuff in general. i envy you.

Vegan guy: usually sought after in the vegan community. hard to find in real life.

Vegan girl: take up the majority of the vegan community. yet they are still hard to find in real life. the struggle.

Hot vegan: all vegans. wtf did you think. gorgeous creatures

THE BEST THING IVE EVER READ

I'm not vegan but this is the funniest thing I've read all week

[letme-be-skinny]

Various Varieties of Vegans

Ethical vegan: Doesn't eat or use anything that came from or harmed an animal.

"Plant based" vegan: Doesn't eat anything that came from an animal, or anything processed or "unhealthy," but might still wear leather or use beeswax or ride horses, etc. Probably is vegan just for health reasons.

Environmental vegan: because that pound of beef used as much water as six months worth of showers. and did you even think about the amount of greenhouse gasses involved?

Raw vegan: fruit + raw veggies + sunlight + magic vibes

Gourmet raw vegan: poster child of raw food. eats raw dehydrated cashew kale chips, raw spaghetti noodles with raw cashew pesto and raw walnut sausage, and raw cashew cheesecake.

Raw til 4 vegan: smash in the carbs. nice cream. pasta.

Low carb vegan: similar to bigfoot in that its existence is whispered of but unconfirmed. probably eats lots of nuts and avocado. is suspected to be moody and undercarbed, so if you encounter one please watch out.

Junk food vegan: Oreos, potato chips, vegan pizza, just about anything the plant based or raw vegan would avoid, but at least it didn't kill any animals!

Hipster vegan: organic veggies and rainforest certified fair trade coffee. cooler than you. probably works at the farmers market or the local vegan cafe. wears bamboo fiber flannels and tshirts with inspirational quotes or funny media references.

Hippie vegan: not to be confused with the hipster vegan. this variety spends more time out doors with dreadlocks and pot. could possibly be a raw vegan.

Punk vegan: wants to abolish animal abuse. defies the capital system. wears black and cruelty free hair dye. anarchy.

Athletic vegan: bodybuilding/marathoning/intense everything sporty all the time. super fit, obv. either loves or hates peanut butter. there is no in between.

High school vegan: probably alone at the lunch table. constantly made fun of or interrogated about veganism and whether a food is vegan or not.

College vegan: usually locked in one of the deeper states of deprivation. stocking up vegan recipes until to wait until they have a proper kitchen. having to turn down beer because it's not vegan. crying over finals into a bowl of plain potatoes

Emotional vegan: oh my god did you see earthlings. did you SEE earthlings. omg i love the beautiful animals so much HOW CAN WE EAT THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. i have a pet chicken. look at the chicken. ITS SO CUTE LOVE ALL COMPANION ANIMALS PLSSSSS

Stranded vegan: I WANT TO EAT BUT NOTHING HERE IS VEGAN SO I'M GOING TO EAT THIS BANANA AND CRY.

Purist vegan: no. can't eat that. that has honey in it. nope, not that either, the sugar isn't certified vegan so it was probably charred with animal bones. are you kidding me. of course i can't eat THAT. that is supplemented with vitamin D from animal sources. oh those tortillas don't have any non vegan ingredients? sorry just to be safe i'm getting the certified vegan ones instead.

Aspiring vegan: not actually vegan. typically speaks very loudly and says things such as "i would be vegan but cheese"

New vegan: i don't know what im doing but im just gonna eat this peanut butter and hope purist vegan doesn't yell at me

Lucky vegan: lives in a place where there are lots of health food stores and vegan restaurants and vegan people and vegan stuff in general. i envy you.

Vegan guy: usually sought after in the vegan community. hard to find in real life.

Vegan girl: take up the majority of the vegan community. yet they are still hard to find in real life. the struggle.

Hot vegan: all vegans. wtf did you think. gorgeous creatures

THE BEST THING IVE EVER READ

I'm not vegan but this is the funniest thing I've read all week

[joliesenvies]

Various Varieties of Vegans

Ethical vegan: Doesn't eat or use anything that came from or harmed an animal.

"Plant based" vegan: Doesn't eat anything that came from an animal, or anything processed or "unhealthy," but might still wear leather or use beeswax or ride horses, etc. Probably is vegan just for health reasons.

Environmental vegan: because that pound of beef used as much water as six months worth of showers. and did you even think about the amount of greenhouse gasses involved?

Raw vegan: fruit + raw veggies + sunlight + magic vibes

Gourmet raw vegan: poster child of raw food. eats raw dehydrated cashew kale chips, raw spaghetti noodles with raw cashew pesto and raw walnut sausage, and raw cashew cheesecake.

Raw til 4 vegan: smash in the carbs. nice cream. pasta.

Low carb vegan: similar to bigfoot in that its existence is whispered of but unconfirmed. probably eats lots of nuts and avocado. is suspected to be moody and undercarbed, so if you encounter one please watch out.

Junk food vegan: Oreos, potato chips, vegan pizza, just about anything the plant based or raw vegan would avoid, but at least it didn't kill any animals!

Hipster vegan: organic veggies and rainforest certified fair trade coffee. cooler than you. probably works at the farmers market or the local vegan cafe. wears bamboo fiber flannels and tshirts with inspirational quotes or funny media references.

Hippie vegan: not to be confused with the hipster vegan. this variety spends more time out doors with dreadlocks and pot. could possibly be a raw vegan.

Punk vegan: wants to abolish animal abuse. defies the capital system. wears black and cruelty free hair dye. anarchy.

Athletic vegan: bodybuilding/marathoning/intense everything sporty all the time. super fit, obv. either loves or hates peanut butter. there is no in between.

High school vegan: probably alone at the lunch table. constantly made fun of or interrogated about veganism and whether a food is vegan or not.

College vegan: usually locked in one of the deeper states of deprivation. stocking up vegan recipes until to wait until they have a proper kitchen. having to turn down beer because it's not vegan. crying over finals into a bowl of plain potatoes or instant ramen

Emotional vegan: oh my god did you see earthlings. did you SEE earthlings. omg i love the beautiful animals so much HOW CAN WE EAT THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. i have a pet chicken. look at the chicken. ITS SO CUTE LOVE ALL COMPANION ANIMALS PLSSSSS

Stranded vegan: I WANT TO EAT BUT NOTHING HERE IS VEGAN SO I'M GOING TO EAT THIS BANANA AND CRY.

Purist vegan: no. can't eat that. that has honey in it. nope, not that either, the sugar isn't certified vegan so it was probably charred with animal bones. are you kidding me. of course i can't eat THAT. that is supplemented with vitamin D from animal sources. oh those tortillas don't have any non vegan ingredients? sorry just to be safe i'm getting the certified vegan ones instead.

Aspiring vegan: not actually vegan. typically speaks very loudly and says things such as "i would be vegan but cheese"

New vegan: i don't know what im doing but im just gonna eat this peanut butter and hope purist vegan doesn't yell at me

Lucky vegan: lives in a place where there are lots of health food stores and vegan restaurants and vegan people and vegan stuff in general. i envy you.

Vegan guy: usually sought after in the vegan community. hard to find in real life.

Vegan girl: take up the majority of the vegan community. yet they are still hard to find in real life. the struggle.

Hot vegan: all vegans. wtf did you think. gorgeous creatures

[mariana-borras]

Various Varieties of Vegans

Ethical vegan: Doesn't eat or use anything that came from or harmed an animal.

"Plant based" vegan: Doesn't eat anything that came from an animal, or anything processed or "unhealthy," but might still wear leather or use beeswax or ride horses, etc. Probably is vegan just for health reasons.

Environmental vegan: because that pound of beef used as much water as six months worth of showers. and did you even think about the amount of greenhouse gasses involved?

Raw vegan: fruit + raw veggies + sunlight + magic vibes

Gourmet raw vegan: poster child of raw food. eats raw dehydrated cashew kale chips, raw spaghetti noodles with raw cashew pesto and raw walnut sausage, and raw cashew cheesecake.

Raw til 4 vegan: smash in the carbs. nice cream. pasta.

Low carb vegan: similar to bigfoot in that its existence is whispered of but unconfirmed. probably eats lots of nuts and avocado. is suspected to be moody and undercarbed, so if you encounter one please watch out.

Junk food vegan: Oreos, potato chips, vegan pizza, just about anything the plant based or raw vegan would avoid, but at least it didn't kill any animals!

Hipster vegan: organic veggies and rainforest certified fair trade coffee. cooler than you. probably works at the farmers market or the local vegan cafe. wears bamboo fiber flannels and tshirts with inspirational quotes or funny media references.

Hippie vegan: not to be confused with the hipster vegan. this variety spends more time out doors with dreadlocks and pot. could possibly be a raw vegan.

Punk vegan: wants to abolish animal abuse. defies the capital system. wears black and cruelty free hair dye. anarchy.

Athletic vegan: bodybuilding/marathoning/intense everything sporty all the time. super fit, obv. either loves or hates peanut butter. there is no in between.

High school vegan: probably alone at the lunch table. constantly made fun of or interrogated about veganism and whether a food is vegan or not.

College vegan: usually locked in one of the deeper states of deprivation. stocking up vegan recipes until to wait until they have a proper kitchen. having to turn down beer because it's not vegan. crying over finals into a bowl of plain potatoes

Emotional vegan: oh my god did you see earthlings. did you SEE earthlings. omg i love the beautiful animals so much HOW CAN WE EAT THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. i have a pet chicken. look at the chicken. ITS SO CUTE LOVE ALL COMPANION ANIMALS PLSSSSS

Stranded vegan: I WANT TO EAT BUT NOTHING HERE IS VEGAN SO I'M GOING TO EAT THIS BANANA AND CRY.

Purist vegan: no. can't eat that. that has honey in it. nope, not that either, the sugar isn't certified vegan so it was probably charred with animal bones. are you kidding me. of course i can't eat THAT. that is supplemented with vitamin D from animal sources. oh those tortillas don't have any non vegan ingredients? sorry just to be safe i'm getting the certified vegan ones instead.

Aspiring vegan: not actually vegan. typically speaks very loudly and says things such as "i would be vegan but cheese"

New vegan: i don't know what im doing but im just gonna eat this peanut butter and hope purist vegan doesn't yell at me

Lucky vegan: lives in a place where there are lots of health food stores and vegan restaurants and vegan people and vegan stuff in general. i envy you.

Vegan guy: usually sought after in the vegan community. hard to find in real life.

Vegan girl: take up the majority of the vegan community. yet they are still hard to find in real life. the struggle.

Hot vegan: all vegans. wtf did you think. gorgeous creatures

THE BEST THING IVE EVER READ

I'm not vegan but this is the funniest thing I've read all week

[girlsarediamonds-blog]

Various Varieties of Vegans

Ethical vegan: Doesn't eat or use anything that came from or harmed an animal.

"Plant based" vegan: Doesn't eat anything that came from an animal, or anything processed or "unhealthy," but might still wear leather or use beeswax or ride horses, etc. Probably is vegan just for health reasons.

Environmental vegan: because that pound of beef used as much water as six months worth of showers. and did you even think about the amount of greenhouse gasses involved?

Raw vegan: fruit + raw veggies + sunlight + magic vibes

Gourmet raw vegan: poster child of raw food. eats raw dehydrated cashew kale chips, raw spaghetti noodles with raw cashew pesto and raw walnut sausage, and raw cashew cheesecake.

Raw til 4 vegan: smash in the carbs. nice cream. pasta.

Low carb vegan: similar to bigfoot in that its existence is whispered of but unconfirmed. probably eats lots of nuts and avocado. is suspected to be moody and undercarbed, so if you encounter one please watch out.

Junk food vegan: Oreos, potato chips, vegan pizza, just about anything the plant based or raw vegan would avoid, but at least it didn't kill any animals!

Hipster vegan: organic veggies and rainforest certified fair trade coffee. cooler than you. probably works at the farmers market or the local vegan cafe. wears bamboo fiber flannels and tshirts with inspirational quotes or funny media references.

Hippie vegan: not to be confused with the hipster vegan. this variety spends more time out doors with dreadlocks and pot. could possibly be a raw vegan.

Punk vegan: wants to abolish animal abuse. defies the capital system. wears black and cruelty free hair dye. anarchy.

Athletic vegan: bodybuilding/marathoning/intense everything sporty all the time. super fit, obv. either loves or hates peanut butter. there is no in between.

High school vegan: probably alone at the lunch table. constantly made fun of or interrogated about veganism and whether a food is vegan or not.

College vegan: usually locked in one of the deeper states of deprivation. stocking up vegan recipes until to wait until they have a proper kitchen. having to turn down beer because it's not vegan. crying over finals into a bowl of plain potatoes

Emotional vegan: oh my god did you see earthlings. did you SEE earthlings. omg i love the beautiful animals so much HOW CAN WE EAT THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. i have a pet chicken. look at the chicken. ITS SO CUTE LOVE ALL COMPANION ANIMALS PLSSSSS

Stranded vegan: I WANT TO EAT BUT NOTHING HERE IS VEGAN SO I'M GOING TO EAT THIS BANANA AND CRY.

Purist vegan: no. can't eat that. that has honey in it. nope, not that either, the sugar isn't certified vegan so it was probably charred with animal bones. are you kidding me. of course i can't eat THAT. that is supplemented with vitamin D from animal sources. oh those tortillas don't have any non vegan ingredients? sorry just to be safe i'm getting the certified vegan ones instead.

Aspiring vegan: not actually vegan. typically speaks very loudly and says things such as "i would be vegan but cheese"

New vegan: i don't know what im doing but im just gonna eat this peanut butter and hope purist vegan doesn't yell at me

Lucky vegan: lives in a place where there are lots of health food stores and vegan restaurants and vegan people and vegan stuff in general. i envy you.

Vegan guy: usually sought after in the vegan community. hard to find in real life.

Vegan girl: take up the majority of the vegan community. yet they are still hard to find in real life. the struggle.

Hot vegan: all vegans. wtf did you think. gorgeous creatures

THE BEST THING IVE EVER READ

I'm not vegan but this is the funniest thing I've read all week

[thinasaflower]

Various Varieties of Vegans

Ethical vegan: Doesn't eat or use anything that came from or harmed an animal.

"Plant based" vegan: Doesn't eat anything that came from an animal, or anything processed or "unhealthy," but might still wear leather or use beeswax or ride horses, etc. Probably is vegan just for health reasons.

Environmental vegan: because that pound of beef used as much water as six months worth of showers. and did you even think about the amount of greenhouse gasses involved?

Raw vegan: fruit + raw veggies + sunlight + magic vibes

Gourmet raw vegan: poster child of raw food. eats raw dehydrated cashew kale chips, raw spaghetti noodles with raw cashew pesto and raw walnut sausage, and raw cashew cheesecake.

Raw til 4 vegan: smash in the carbs. nice cream. pasta.

Low carb vegan: similar to bigfoot in that its existence is whispered of but unconfirmed. probably eats lots of nuts and avocado. is suspected to be moody and undercarbed, so if you encounter one please watch out.

Junk food vegan: Oreos, potato chips, vegan pizza, just about anything the plant based or raw vegan would avoid, but at least it didn't kill any animals!

Hipster vegan: organic veggies and rainforest certified fair trade coffee. cooler than you. probably works at the farmers market or the local vegan cafe. wears bamboo fiber flannels and tshirts with inspirational quotes or funny media references.

Hippie vegan: not to be confused with the hipster vegan. this variety spends more time out doors with dreadlocks and pot. could possibly be a raw vegan.

Punk vegan: wants to abolish animal abuse. defies the capital system. wears black and cruelty free hair dye. anarchy.

Athletic vegan: bodybuilding/marathoning/intense everything sporty all the time. super fit, obv. either loves or hates peanut butter. there is no in between.

High school vegan: probably alone at the lunch table. constantly made fun of or interrogated about veganism and whether a food is vegan or not.

College vegan: usually locked in one of the deeper states of deprivation. stocking up vegan recipes until to wait until they have a proper kitchen. having to turn down beer because it's not vegan. crying over finals into a bowl of plain potatoes

Emotional vegan: oh my god did you see earthlings. did you SEE earthlings. omg i love the beautiful animals so much HOW CAN WE EAT THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. i have a pet chicken. look at the chicken. ITS SO CUTE LOVE ALL COMPANION ANIMALS PLSSSSS

Stranded vegan: I WANT TO EAT BUT NOTHING HERE IS VEGAN SO I'M GOING TO EAT THIS BANANA AND CRY.

Purist vegan: no. can't eat that. that has honey in it. nope, not that either, the sugar isn't certified vegan so it was probably charred with animal bones. are you kidding me. of course i can't eat THAT. that is supplemented with vitamin D from animal sources. oh those tortillas don't have any non vegan ingredients? sorry just to be safe i'm getting the certified vegan ones instead.

Aspiring vegan: not actually vegan. typically speaks very loudly and says things such as "i would be vegan but cheese"

New vegan: i don't know what im doing but im just gonna eat this peanut butter and hope purist vegan doesn't yell at me

Lucky vegan: lives in a place where there are lots of health food stores and vegan restaurants and vegan people and vegan stuff in general. i envy you.

Vegan guy: usually sought after in the vegan community. hard to find in real life.

Vegan girl: take up the majority of the vegan community. yet they are still hard to find in real life. the struggle.

Hot vegan: all vegans. wtf did you think. gorgeous creatures

THE BEST THING IVE EVER READ

I'm not vegan but this is the funniest thing I've read all week

[flowersurfing]

Various Varieties of Vegans

Ethical vegan: Doesn't eat or use anything that came from or harmed an animal.

"Plant based" vegan: Doesn't eat anything that came from an animal, or anything processed or "unhealthy," but might still wear leather or use beeswax or ride horses, etc. Probably is vegan just for health reasons.

Environmental vegan: because that pound of beef used as much water as six months worth of showers. and did you even think about the amount of greenhouse gasses involved?

Raw vegan: fruit + raw veggies + sunlight + magic vibes

Gourmet raw vegan: poster child of raw food. eats raw dehydrated cashew kale chips, raw spaghetti noodles with raw cashew pesto and raw walnut sausage, and raw cashew cheesecake.

Raw til 4 vegan: smash in the carbs. nice cream. pasta.

Low carb vegan: similar to bigfoot in that its existence is whispered of but unconfirmed. probably eats lots of nuts and avocado. is suspected to be moody and undercarbed, so if you encounter one please watch out.

Junk food vegan: Oreos, potato chips, vegan pizza, just about anything the plant based or raw vegan would avoid, but at least it didn't kill any animals!

Hipster vegan: organic veggies and rainforest certified fair trade coffee. cooler than you. probably works at the farmers market or the local vegan cafe. wears bamboo fiber flannels and tshirts with inspirational quotes or funny media references.

Hippie vegan: not to be confused with the hipster vegan. this variety spends more time out doors with dreadlocks and pot. could possibly be a raw vegan.

Punk vegan: wants to abolish animal abuse. defies the capital system. wears black and cruelty free hair dye. anarchy.

Athletic vegan: bodybuilding/marathoning/intense everything sporty all the time. super fit, obv. either loves or hates peanut butter. there is no in between.

High school vegan: probably alone at the lunch table. constantly made fun of or interrogated about veganism and whether a food is vegan or not.

College vegan: usually locked in one of the deeper states of deprivation. stocking up vegan recipes until to wait until they have a proper kitchen. having to turn down beer because it's not vegan. crying over finals into a bowl of plain potatoes

Emotional vegan: oh my god did you see earthlings. did you SEE earthlings. omg i love the beautiful animals so much HOW CAN WE EAT THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. i have a pet chicken. look at the chicken. ITS SO CUTE LOVE ALL COMPANION ANIMALS PLSSSSS

Stranded vegan: I WANT TO EAT BUT NOTHING HERE IS VEGAN SO I'M GOING TO EAT THIS BANANA AND CRY.

Purist vegan: no. can't eat that. that has honey in it. nope, not that either, the sugar isn't certified vegan so it was probably charred with animal bones. are you kidding me. of course i can't eat THAT. that is supplemented with vitamin D from animal sources. oh those tortillas don't have any non vegan ingredients? sorry just to be safe i'm getting the certified vegan ones instead.

Aspiring vegan: not actually vegan. typically speaks very loudly and says things such as "i would be vegan but cheese"

New vegan: i don't know what im doing but im just gonna eat this peanut butter and hope purist vegan doesn't yell at me

Lucky vegan: lives in a place where there are lots of health food stores and vegan restaurants and vegan people and vegan stuff in general. i envy you.

Vegan guy: usually sought after in the vegan community. hard to find in real life.

Vegan girl: take up the majority of the vegan community. yet they are still hard to find in real life. the struggle.

Hot vegan: all vegans. wtf did you think. gorgeous creatures

THE BEST THING IVE EVER READ

I'm not vegan but this is the funniest thing I've read all week