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Pathway to Hell

Chapter four

Dean watched through binoculars and felt a cold chill go through him as he watched his brother and the others disappear into the mine. He hated the idea of Sam being on his own deep underground and thought he should have done more to try and stop him. But Dean also knew someone had to go with the group, they couldn't just walk away, and there was no way Wilcox would have let him go on the tour, not after he sounded like a lunatic warning him about the séance. Now all he could do was sit back and wait. He said a silent prayer that the séance would be cancelled even though Sam had already told him it was still on the agenda. He knew Sam could take care of himself and the others, but he also knew anything could go wrong. He looked toward the office and wished he could go in there and watch the monitor that Wilcox and told him about. Dean knew it was going to be a long weekend and that he wouldn't be able to relax until he saw his brother coming out of the mine on Sunday.

The Mine

Sam fought the claustrophobic feeling as the cars went deeper into the mine. As they descended he snuck his EMF detector out of his pocket. First he turned down the volume so no one would hear it and ask what it was, then he turned it on, when nothing registered he breathed a sigh of relief, maybe the mine was clear. But the relief didn't last long as the cars continued going deeper into the mine. He watched the light at the top of the tunnel grow smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared. He took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself, he knew it was only his imagination but it felt like he couldn't get a decent breath, as if some of the air had been sucked out of the tunnel. Darkness enveloped them and soon only small lights along the roof of the tunnel lit the way. Finally the cars stopped and their guide had them all get off. He then handed each of them a miner's helmet which had a light attached on the top.

"Okay." Hendricks said after they all had exited the cars and had gathered around him. "If anyone is having second thoughts they better say it now because once the cars leave, you're in it for the duration. No one will be allowed to leave except for medical reasons. Do you all understand?" He looked around at the group and when they all mumbled yes he pressed a button and the cars began heading back to the surface. They all watched nervously as their last chance to leave disappeared back up the tunnel and into the darkness. Hendricks then gave them each a sandwich that had been prepared before hand and they all wandered off in groups to eat. Sam took his sandwich then walked off by himself. He pulled out his cell phone but even though the phones had been guaranteed to work anywhere he couldn't get a call through to Dean. He decided to see if he could text message him.

Sam - We're down, everything's okay

He hit send and was glad to see that it seemed to be working. He waited a few seconds and then Dean's message came back to him

Dean - Séance?

Sam - Still on, tonight 10

Dean – Keep your eyes open and watch your back

Sam - Will do

Sam put the phone back in his pocket and headed back to the group.

Outside

Dean also put his phone back in his pocket. Damn phone! He had paid a lot of money for the phones and they had been guaranteed to work anywhere. Thank God you can still send text with them he thoughtBut then another thought came to him. What if Sam doesn't have time to text him? What if he's attacked without warning? They usually could detect a spirit's arrival by the change in temperature, but down in the mine it would be cold all the time. Sam might not have any kind of warning before the spirit arrived. The only thing that might work would be the EMF detector. He pulled out his cell phone.

Dean – EMF working?

Sam gave a little smile as he pulled out his phone. He knew Dean would be in his mother hen mode and hoped he wouldn't be texting him every five minutes.

Sam – I think so, no activity

Dean – Keep checking

Sam - Yes mom

Dean frowned.

Dean – Not funny

Sam – Chill Dean… Any activity, I'll let you know

Dean looked at his watch. It was almost eight o'clock. Two more hours till the séance. A séance he prayed wouldn't call up the dead.

TBC