This is another stupid little story I wrote before the secret was revealed. Hope you like it.

Pathway to Hell

"I don't believe it." Sam said looking down at his computer screen.

"What?" Dean looked over at his brother from the bed where he lay watching a basketball game.

"Remember that old mine shaft that Dad told us about, the one that was built on top of an old Indian burial ground?"

"Yeah."

" Well some idiot opened it up and is running haunted tours through it."

"You got to be kidding. That mine is dangerous, not just from spirit activity, but the mine itself is ready to collapse. Who the hell would give him permission to use it?"

Sam continued reading the article he had found on the computer then looked over at Dean.

"Seems some man and his cousin bought the land and hired some contractors to get the mine in enough working order that they now can run tours through it. It says here the man has been running ghost tours the last Friday of every month. Apparently they take a group of people down into the mine with a guide then leave them there for the weekend. Then sometime Sunday evening they go back down and bring them back up."

"Has anyone been hurt or killed yet?"

"Not according to this. But get this, this Friday they are going to hold a séance down inside the mine." Sam looked over at Dean. "If they pull out the old Ouija board they're going to be asking for all kinds of trouble."

Dean sat up in bed.

"Well I guess we know where are next hunt is. We better get down there and see if we can stop the séance, or if we can't, at least go down into the mine with them. Those jerks have no idea what they're dealing with. If they release those Indian spirits there's going to be a massacre."

Nevada two days later

"Hey Sam wake up." Dean reached over and smacked his sleeping brother on the arm. "We're here."

Sam yawned and stretched then looked out the window.

"Hendrick's mine two miles ahead." Sam read the sign. "Well I see they changed the name." Sam looked at Dean. "I remember Dad telling us the story about the mine when we were kids but I can't remember all the details."

Dean thought for a few seconds trying to remember all that their dad had told them.

"Well, I remember Dad said the land was an Apache burial ground but the government found out there was gold in the mountains, so of course they wanted the land.. There was a brief war between the Apaches and the government but the government won and the land was seized. A mine shaft was built and for awhile everything was fine. I remember Dad saying that there was a cave in and most of the miners were killed, but the ones that survived swear that some of the miners were butchered by Indian spirits before the mine collapsed."

"Wasn't there something about the miners that survived killing an Apache medicine man at the mine after the cave in in retaliation for the miner's deaths?"

"Yeah I think Dad said the surviving miners went into the camp where the Apaches were being held and took the medicine man and some of the braves out to the mine and butchered them at the entrance."

Sam looked out the side window as they approached a small house that served as the office for the tour.

"I guess these idiots don't know that you don't mess with Indian spirits."

"Guess not. But there going to find out soon enough if they hold that séance….Let's go." Dean started to open the door.

"Wait a minute; we can't both go in there."

"Why not?"

"Well, if we both walk in there and try to stop them from holding the séance they might call the cops and then neither of us will get to go on the tour. I think one of us should go in there and talk to them, and if we can't talk them out of it then the other one gets to go on the tour."

"Good thinking Sammy boy, 'bout time you come up with a plan instead of depending on me all the time." Dean said smiling as he pulled the door shut.

"Ah shut up….You got a quarter?"

Dean reached in his pocket and took out a quarter.

"Call it, who ever wins does the talking."

"Tails." Sam said as Dean flipped the coin… heads came up. Dean was about to flip it again when Sam grabbed the coin.

"You won, I guess you do the talking." Sam said.

"Best out of three." Dean said reaching for the coin. Dean didn't say it out loud but he didn't like the idea of his brother being the one to go down into the shaft if he couldn't talk the owners out of the séance.

"You didn't say that when you flipped the coin."

"Well I'm saying it now."

"Dean you won….now just go talk them out of it." Sam said as he put the coin in his pocket. He wasn't looking forward to going down into the mine, but like Dean, he also didn't want to be the one to stay above ground while his brother went down alone. Nothing to either brother was worse then sitting back unable to do anything while their brother was in possible danger.

Dean looked over toward the house; he said a silent prayer that the owners would listen to him.

TBC