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Sam Winchester		#41	[-]
Posts: 707 (09/27/08 03:27 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	Leah's response was what Sam had expected. She just backed off and decided she could take care of this herself. And Dean's response was also as expected. No surprise there either. It left no opening for debate either. Dean had basically declared the discussion over and that it was now time to go. Period. The end. Sam gave Leah a partially apologetic look and begrudgingly followed Dean out. As they reached the car Sam could no longer keep quiet. He now questioned Dean's decision with a vehement underlying tone. "What the hell was that about? You have something against helping people just to be helpful? Besides, it might be our kind of case - there was no way of knowing from what she said. I wasn't exactly planning on just walking into the mine without giving it some serious thought. And you'd seemed somewhat interested too, what's with the sudden turnaround? And last time I knew I was an adult and could make my own decisions." Sam was angry and didn't exactly understand what Dean's problem was right now. On top of that he hated being treated as a child. And lately Dean had been guilty of that on numerous occasions. He knew Dean was worried about him, hell he was worried about himself. But, treating him as a child who needs permission to do things was going too far in the concern department.
Dean Winchester		#42	[-]
Posts: 872 (09/27/08 04:42 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	Dean knew it was coming. Actually with the way things had been between them since Jessica's death he was surprised Sam hadn't taken a swing at him before now and he should have. It would have made him feel better. He'd been ready to get into the Impala when Sam came out almost spitting at him with the way he was biting off words. Dean stood a moment between the car and open door, then moved out and shut the heavy door. "What the hell Sammy??" Dean's arms came up in a shrugging 'what' posture. He made no attempts to hide his own frustration either. "You are the one who's been riding my ass about finding dad, in fact you wanted to leave earlier remember?" "Now you're all gung-ho to help this woman find this guy at some ghost town in some mine." He moved a step closer, Dean had no problem invading Sam's personal space. He had no problem invading most folks personal space, now invading his was another matter. "I don't like being played Sam and that's all she's done since she conveniently found that supposedly hidden message from this Jeff dude." "She won't be honest and tell us what she knows and I know she knows more than what's she's telling us!" He moved closer, the fact that his brother was 4 years younger and 3 inches taller had never, ever bothered him because he was the oldest and the one who'd been in charge for more years than Dean cared to remember. Sam could fight and fight well but didn't have that 'tooth and nail' fighting instinct that he had. Sammy was too much like... hell Dean didn't know any more. He could get right into Sam's face without worrying about it much. "So tell me Sam, why you want to help her? She's more than once told us not to worry about it, so why are you?" Then it dawned on him.. "You want to help her because you couldn't do anything to help Jess." "You wanna save the world Sam? One ditz at a time???" "That's not gonna do anything to bring Jess back or help us find dad."
Sam Winchester		#43	[-]
Posts: 711 (09/27/08 05:12 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	He was used to Dean invading his personal space, in fact, he couldn't really remember having much of a personal space ever with Dean. With other people, he definitely had one but not with his brother. And really right now Dean was right with everything he said. Leah was not telling them everything and he had been wanting to get back to looking for dad. But they had no leads at the moment to look for Dad and since they did know all the bad things that could be connected with a dilapidated mine, Sam couldn't exactly understand why Dean was so quick to let Leah go on her own. He was trying to gather his thoughts through his anger to explain to Dean when Dean stepped over the line. Before Sam even gave the first thought about what he'd heard Dean say, his subconscious had reacted. He grabbed the front of Dean's coat along with some of his shirt. "It has nothing to do with Jess, okay!" He spat at Dean. Once he realized he'd reacted he stopped and knowing that Dean had probably deliberately egged him on to get such a response, he let go. Backing off he said vehemently but with much less force, "It has nothing at all to do with Jess, so leave her out of it." He walked around the car without saying another word and climbed in the passenger's side. He'd kinda hoped helping Leah would at least give him something to keep his mind occupied for awhile. And he didn't exactly see a problem with a quick diversion, since Dean had been considering a diversion of his own. But now, he didn't care one way or the other. He just wanted to go to wherever they were going, be it on the road again to who knows where or just to a motel. It made no difference. Because tonight would be just like every other night. He'd try not to fall asleep, fail and wind up dreaming about Jessica's death again. Then he'd wake up abruptly and not be able to go back to sleep. Why not? Just another ordinary night.
Shaylee Windlore		#44	[-]
Posts: 14 (09/27/08 05:42 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	Leah just watched the two of them leave. Dropping her head she rubbed the back of her head and sighed. She took a few breaths as she tried to calm herself but then she headed for the door herself. As she stepped out into the night her eyes easily spotted the two of them arguing but she coudn't nor did she wish to hear what they were saying. She hated having people angry with her but it was probably better this way. She didn't need to get two tourists involved in her stupid ex boyfriend's stunts. She took a few steps over to where a few motorcycles were and quicklyu climbed atop a sleek blue one. It was well kept but definitely had seen better days. She had nicknamed it Boomer and joked with her friends it was her true love. After the helmet was on she pushed strands of her hair up into it before she was set and took off. Of course the thought of squeeling out of there entered her mind but that was not her way. As Boomer picked up speed she let her mind wander as she easily went down the familiar road. Her thoughts going to Jeff. She tried to figure out before she got there just which area of the mine he most likely went to check out. Leah really didn't want to have to go in there and guess blindly...that would really upset her. She tried to think of his message again but so far what little he said didn't give her any more clues than she already had.
Dean Winchester		#45	[-]
Posts: 873 (09/27/08 06:19 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	Dean had seen the murderous look in his brothers eye. It flashed briefly and honestly had rattled him. His hands came up not in defensive but in more of a surrender fashion when Sam had grabbed him. Any other man would have decked him. Hell, he would have decked Sam without thinking about it. Maybe Sam didn't think it had anything to do with Jess but Dean thought otherwise. He didn't say anything when he got into the car. It was cold enough to freeze and Dean figured he'd have to turn the heat on. He'd been ready to start the car when the sound of a motorcycle caught his attention instead. He watched it in the rearview mirror. It seemed to be their waitress, the bike looked like it had seen better days. He'd stolen his fair share of bikes over the years. Older bikes were very easy to steal and were easier to get lost on when one needed to get some place quick with not as much attention from the cops as stealing a car. As the waitress pulled out Dean started the car and backed out as well. He stopped the car at the exit of the lot, the bikes tail lights he could still see off in the distance. Was he worried about this guy at the mine? Maybe, ok he was and yeah it bugged him that the guy had probably screwed up but Sam was his biggest concern and always would be. "Sammy... " Dean pulled his bottom lip and shook his head, it killed him that Sam was in this much pain and he couldn't do anything to ease it. Over the years he'd fixed Sam's scrapes and cuts, held his head and cleaned him up when he'd been sick with whatever childhood bug had hit him. He'd always been able to fix it for Sam, make things better and this was one thing he couldn't. "We... you gotta talk about this man....it's tearing you up."
Sam Winchester		#46	[-]
Posts: 712 (09/27/08 06:48 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	His whole world had revolved around Jessica and he'd liked it that way. When she died his world had basically crashed around him and then he found himself right back into the world he'd grown up in. He couldn't shake the feeling that it was because of him that she was dead. It wasn't directly his fault, but maybe if he'd just told her about his family and life. Maybe if he hadn't left that weekend, he could've protected her. Or maybe he should've just died with her, maybe Dean shouldn't have saved him. She didn't deserve to die that way and certainly not because of him. When Dean got in the car he didn't say anything right away. Sam didn't even take notice as the bike pulled out. He heard Dean say his name and knew he was worrying him. Generally Sam was the one trying to coax Dean into talking about something but this time he didn't want to talk. There was nothing to talk about. No amount of talking would help. No amount of talking would fix anything. All talking did was make it hurt that much more. Sam didn't think he could stand anymore pain. Without looking Dean's direction, because he didn't want Dean to seeing how watery his eyes were. Besides, if he looked he'd lose what little resolve he had to keep defying Dean in refusing to talk about it. His tone was calm now, not angry but just a bit hurt. "No. Talking isn't going to make it hurt any less and it's certainly not going change anything. Just let it be, okay. This isn't something you're going to be able to make ok, no matter how badly you want to. I'll be fine - eventually."
Dean Winchester		#47	[-]
Posts: 874 (09/27/08 07:06 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	Dean watched his brother and could see the turmoil tearing him up inside. It was like watching their dad after their mother had been killed. Dean hadn't been able to fix him either.While much of the time right after their mothers death was nothing but a blur, almost everything after that was crystal clear. Before their dad had become a hunter he'd become a drunk, how many nights had he put baby Sam to bed and laid awake or sat across the room from their dad while he crawled into one bottle after another? Too many too count, too many nights he'd pulled his dad's boots off, covered him with a blanket and thrown the empties away so no one would know. Time and hunting had stopped the worst of the drinking but nothing had taken the pain of their mothers death from their dad. He wore it always around and in his eyes and now Sam had that same look. Dean sighed and let it drop. "You really wanna help her don't you?" "I think the whole thing smacks of the funny farm Sam but if this is what you want to do then we'll do it."
Sam Winchester		#48	[-]
Posts: 713 (09/27/08 07:41 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	He was somewhat surprised Dean had changed his mind. He had a feeling that his brother was simply placating him, but that was alright occasionally. He'd just had this nagging feeling that this might actually be their sort of case. It was actually too weird not to be. And it was a way to keep his mind busy and make his body so physically tired that he'd get several hours of sleep before the nightmares creep up on him again. "I just have this feeling that somehow this case is gonna fall into our kind of job. Don't ask me why, I don't know. It's just weird enough sounding, there's got to be more to it. It'll give me a way to keep my mind busy on something different and she's gonna need the help anyway." Sam didn't think Leah was actually playing them. He thought she was just somebody that was use to coping with problems on their own. Someone who just didn't like asking for help from anyone, especially not strangers. "I don't think she's intentionally playing us. I think she just doesn't like asking anyone, especially not total strangers, for help. Maybe she doesn't know what else might be going on. Just because she's friends with the guy doesn't mean she knows exactly what he's up to in that mine."
Dean Winchester		#49	[-]
Posts: 875 (09/27/08 08:30 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	Dean had that same inkling, that weird thing that told him something was up. However, if this was just a case of the hee-bee gee-bee's instead he was gonna kick someones ass. "Yeah, well I hope you're right Sam, cause if it's just this moron out there freaked out in the dark I'm gonna give him a reason to be freaked out." "I'm gonna kick his stupid ass all the way back to town." There was nothing worse than folks with no experience playing Ghostbusters. They got in over their heads, often unleashing things instead of 'helping'. It was then left to them, not just the Winchesters but other Hunters to clean up their messes. Amateur's pissed Dean off. Dean turned the Impala out of the lot and headed the same direction as the bike. "Ok Sam, find out what you can before we get there and if this thing turns out to be Jeff drunk on his ass.... you are so gonna owe me." "Freakin amateurs, I swear I'm gonna kick someone's ass before this thing is over." He muttered as he turned up the radio, AC/DC's TNT blared out. It wasn't Zeppelin but AC/DC still rocked. Last Edited By: Dean Winchester 09/27/08 08:41 PM. Edited 1 times.
Shaylee Windlore		#50	[-]
Posts: 15 (09/28/08 08:24 AM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	The trip was pretty much uneventful and surprised Leah with it's shortness. As she slowed and parked her bike a good distance from the mine she realized with mild shock she hadn't remembered most of the trip. She had parked next to Jeff's beat up truck, the stnech of which made her frown. "Will he ever clean it?" she sighed. She left the headlight from her bike on, it's long and thin shaft of light just showing moths and bugs flapping about. She quickly scanned the area with a glance as she pulled off her helmet and set it on her bike. It was a ghosttown alright. Delapidated buildings a good twenty yards ahead of her, broken signs swinging on posts that seemed to be ready to fall at any moment. She strained to hear anything but didn't hear a peep. She was tempted to call for him but...something told her that would not be wise. As quietly as she could she dug out her flashlight and hooked a bundle of rope over her shoulder. She slipped the small fishing knife she had into the back of belt and hooked her hair behind her ears. "Where are you Jeff?" she murmured to herself as she looked at the ground to see if she could follow Jeff's prints. After a few seconds she figured out she was no tracksman and gave up on that idea. So she started to walk but not toward the town, rather she headed to the left toward the Mine. It would take her ten minutes to get there on foot but she preferred that method over riding to it. She glanced back at her bike, it's headlight still shining, and then remembered she had forgotten the first aid kit. Quickly she ran back and dug that out of her bike pouch. It was more of a backpack than a kit. It was actually a child's backpack but she figured it was easier to haul than a square box. Just as she was about to head out again she had a wave of fear wash through her. It was an odd sort of feeling. Like she knew something was about to happen or that someone was watching her. She spun about, her fast movement kicking up dust from the parched ground she was standing on. Her flashlight shining around but finding nothing. ".......Anybody there?" she asked a bit nervously but then decided she needed to sound more confident. "No one is suppose to be here, it's a closed archeological dig. You best just get going before the authorities arrive. I..." She stopped as her eyes widened in fear and her words faltered. She thought she had seen something ahead just where she was standing before she had run for the kit. But when she blinked it was gone. She rubbed her eyes with her free hand as she started to jog toward the Mine. She was losing it...stupid Jeff making her imagination get the better of her.
Dean Winchester		#51	[-]
Posts: 876 (09/28/08 01:00 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	The rest of the drive was quiet. Dean knew Sam was still stewing over Jess. It had been a low blow he supposed and he hoped Sammy would be ok. Deal with it before he killed someone or ate his own gun. With those cheery thoughts swirling in his head Dean caught the first glimpse of the town of Calico. It might have been a touristy thing but at night it looked down right creepy. Dean's gut told him this might just be a long night. Ahead he could see the bike Leah had ridden out on and at first he thought she might be around but there was no sign of her. Only for some reason she'd left the headlight on. Not the brightest thing to do, unless she didn't have a choice. Dean stopped the Impala and threw her into park, dust billowed up both sides almost obscuring the bike and its thin beam of light. Either something was very wrong or Leah wasn't as bright as she bragged earlier. His tone was his typical cynical one as he opened the door and moved to get out. "I don't even wanna know Sam why in the hell she left the damn light on. What? She plan on hoofing it back to town cause she killed the bike? Jeezus... spare me.."
Sam Winchester		#52	[-]
Posts: 717 (09/28/08 01:27 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	As they drove along, Sam tried to look up what info he could but kept losing the connection to the internet. He was trying to keep his mind from wandering back to Jess. If he let it wander that way he'd get that much more depressed and not be capable of doing anything worthwhile. It was better not to go there in the first place. All he could find out about the Silver King mine was just general information. All the silver mines around Calico were dilapdated and dangerous. Oh yeah, they were supposed to be haunted too. Of course. But other than that there just wasn't any more info generally available. And of course there was no way he could truly verify whether Leah had been honest about the group cataloguing the mine. As they pulled up at Calico Ghost Town, Sam spoke for the first time since leaving Vegas. "I couldn't find out much information. There's no way to verify whether there's suppose to be a school group cataloging the mine or not. General information is scarce because the mines are dilapidated and dangerous and basically closed to the public. And as usual all the closed silver mines are supposedly haunted. I couldn't look into the history of the Silver King mine in particular because my internet connection kept cutting out." As Dean spoke about the fact Leah left the headlight on on the bike, Sam glanced around. For a tourist trap this place certainly has a lot of the real creepy-type atmosphere. "I can't imagine why she'd leave the light on the bike on, if she'd actually meant to that is. You know for supposedly being only a tourist trap this town certainly has a very realistic creepy atmosphere about it after dark."
Dean Winchester		#53	[-]
Posts: 878 (09/28/08 02:11 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	Already the place was freaking him out. A chill ran down his back. Dean got out and went to the trunk opening it and propping up the lid on the weapons box. He had his game face on now and began methodically loading weapons. It would have helped to get a little info on the place but he didn't blame Sam for it or the lack of signal either. Either there was none out this way or as often was the case with them, something didn't want them to get a signal. "Yeah, right out of a good horror flick Sammy." "Take a minute Sam, look through dad's journal. I don't remember seeing anything about Calico but that doesn't mean anything." Shotguns, spare rounds, the cansister of salt, holy water and a flare gun he put into the empty bag they carried gear in. Rope, a couple of iron crosses, a small iron prybar went in as well. He tossed in a couple of spare flashlights and checked the batteries on the one in his jacket pocket. He loaded his Colt and put it in his waistband. Then he loaded Sam's Taurus. Last Edited By: Dean Winchester 09/28/08 06:07 PM. Edited 1 times.
Sam Winchester		#54	[-]
Posts: 722 (09/29/08 01:15 AM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	He sat on the seat of the car but had opened the door and stretched his legs out. As he was searching through the journal for anything pertaining to Calico or the Silver King mine, Sam kept getting the feeling they were being watched. Looking up briefly, he saw nothing but then it was very dark and there could very easily be someone or something watching. He finished looking through the journal and stood up. Closing the car door he walked back to the trunk where Dean was getting stuff ready to go to the mine. "Absolutely nothing in the journal." He said as he handed the journal to Dean. "Do you get the feeling something or someone is watching us? I thought I caught a quick glimpse of something move but it was just out of the corner of my eye. When I got a good look there was nothing there. Maybe it's just the atmosphere out here getting to me."
Dean Winchester		#55	[-]
Posts: 880 (09/29/08 10:18 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	"I didn't think so, but hoped I'd missed something Sam." Dean had spent hours after hours reading and researching their dad's journal. Sometimes he found he'd missed something. He took the journal and handed Sam his Taurus then tossed the journal in the trunk. Dean's eyes scanned over the contents of the weapons box making sure he'd not forgotten something. Sam's concern mirrored his own and he met his younger brother's eyes briefly. He'd felt it too and had more than once since they'd gotten there caught movement from the corner of his eye. The chill ran down Dean's back again. "Yeah, let's just hope its a death echo Sam. But considering there are mines involved it could mean angry and or vengeful spirits."
Sam Winchester		#56	[-]
Posts: 725 (09/30/08 01:36 AM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	Dean handed him his Taurus and he secured it in his waistband at the small of his back, hidden under his coat. He watched as Dean looked back over the weapons box, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything. His brother was all business now. When Dean's eyes met his, he could tell that he too had noticed the weird atmosphere. He was hoping it was a death echo, but experience proved it unlikely. Besides, death echos didn't usually give you the creeps and whatever this was definitely gave him the creeps. Mines were notorious for having groups of several angry and vengeful ghosts. Ghosts of those trapped in cave-ins and usually their bodies couldn't be recovered. So when people went in digging through the history of a mine, they actually were disturbing those ghosts last resting place. Tends to irritate ths spirits, a lot. "Yeah, hopefully it will be just that. Silver King mine is over this direction a ways." Sam motioned toward the direction heading to the specific mine Leah had mentioned. It would be a brief walk but once you get the creeps a brief walk always seemed longer.
Dean Winchester		#57	[-]
Posts: 885 (10/06/08 09:01 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	Dean grabbed a couple packages of spare batteries and shoved them into one of the deep pockets in his jacket. He felt like he'd forgotten something but for the life of him couldn't think of what. With one last look over he shut the lid, picked up the heavy gear bag and slung it over his shoulder before slamming the trunk lid shut and pocketing the keys. There was movement from the corner of his eye. A darker shadow, Dean hoped it was a trick of the light but knowing what could be out there and years of living this way told him the shadows were probably shadow people. Pulling the flashlight from his pocket, Dean turned it on and swung its beam in the direction Sam was pointing. "Yeah well, if it's that Sammy then something ain't right because we never get that lucky."
Sam Winchester		#58	[-]
Posts: 751 (10/07/08 10:03 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	"Isn't that the truth." Sam too, pulled a flashlight out of his pocket. The shadows just outside the field of light seemed to move at will, having nothing to do with whether the light moved or not. As Dean shone his flashlight in the direction they needed to go to get to the mine, Sam shone his around the area just outside of Dean's light beam. "I distinctly get the feeling its not a death omen. The shadows seem to move with too much purpose and in response to what we do. I'd say probably shadow people, which is ok as long as they don't decide to challenge the norm and come after us."
Shaylee Windlore		#59	[-]
Posts: 16 (11/01/08 08:56 AM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	Leah jogged, her mind trying to calm the fears she felt prickling her insides. She kept her flashlight on the ground ahead of her so as not to shine it around but still letting her see where she was going. As she got closer to the mine she slowed. She had been to this mine so many times in the last few months, she often joked it was her second home. She took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in her throat as she came toward the mine's entrance. Wooden beams stretched up and around, giving the place support but somehow making it seem less secure. Her eyes narrowed as she strained to hear anything. Nothing. Just the sound of her own breathing came to her ears. Leah went over and started the portable generators, thier vibrant humms announcing thier births. Small yellow lights caged in plastic flickered on. Thier trail of eerie light leading into the maw of Silver King. She wiped her hands subconsiously on her clothes as she pushed up the twined rope on her shoulder and head into the mine. "Jeff? Jeff answer me! Are you alright? Which path did you take?" She called hoping he would answer her but fearing he wouldn't. During the day the mine seemed harmless enough and was usually filled with at least a dozen or so students and teachers. Being here alone at night was a whole different story however. It gave her the creeps. Leah sucked her lower lip through her teeth as went slowly into the mine. She wanted to just say to heck with him and call the cops and she was just about to turn back when a sound caught her attention. A strange scraping sound. A cold chill ran through her as she heard it again. She froze in her steps definitely not sure what it was. Suddenly her mind tried to ease her apprehension with the possibility that Jeff might be playing a joke on her. But as plausable as that was...something deep inside her told her this was no joke. Suddenly the light of her flashlight was gone and then in a blink all the lights around her. Pitch black. Leah screamed and jumped back, the hard wall of the mine hitting her back as she smacked her flashlight in panic with her other hand. She could see nothing. "work..work." she hissed at her flashlight but it would produce no light. Then she froze...the scraping sound was closer.
Dean Winchester		#60	[-]
Posts: 970 (11/01/08 12:18 PM) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Report Post	Shadow people rarely interfered, residual hauntings some thought or those just stuck between this plane and the next. But, when it came to the Winchester's things never went the way they did for normal hunters. "Since when did that make a difference Sam? It's us here so wouldn't surprise me if some shadow freak tossed a pick axe at us." Dean started off toward the mine when the sound of generators rumbled through the still night. Ahead and up a small rise he could just see the glow of lights that showed the way. Dean glanced at Sam. "So why would the idiot be out here with no lights on?" "What he got some kind of night vision? Related to bat boy?" It didn't seem to matter as the lights suddenly blinked out and a scream echoed from the area of the mine shaft. "Somehow I don't think that was a shadow person Sammy.."

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