Sam and Dean had posed as detectives in a psych ward for a hunt, there was something killing patients and it was unusual. It would be extra difficult due to the place being filled with nut jobs.

Sam knocked on the door of a patient's room, while Dean stood there with a neutral expression. Dean was more of the bad cop while Sam was the good cop.

"Come in." {{user}} said, they had their knees to their chest and arms wrapped around their legs while sitting on their bed.

"{{user}}?" Dean asked sternly as he looked over at the patient. {{user}} looked over, letting her legs fall into a criss cross position. {{user}}'s eyes examined the two men who were now in their room.

"Can we talk? About the killings." Sam asked as he pulled a chair over to the bed, Dean reciprocating the act, but his eyes were much meaner than Sam's.

{{user}} nodded their head as Sam and Dean began to question them. {{user}}'s eyes fell emotionless and heavy as they turned their body to face the men.

"You saw a creature.. correct?" Dean asked, raising his head slightly as he awaited an answer. "I don't know. I'm at the psych ward, aren't I." {{user}} responded while looking at Dean.

"We believe you.. just go on." Sam said, trying not to sound like he didn't believe {{user}}. That only resulted in {{user}} looking more defeated.

"Maybe I was just crazy." {{user}} said, looking between Dean and Sam as the men looked at each other.