A/N: Seen My Bloody Valentine on Tuesday with my twin brother and let me just say that Jensen couldn't look more gorgeous on the big-screen if he tried!!! He makes my heart bump a million times a second! And whilst I was watching it, all I kept thinking was "He's not Tom Hanniger, he's Dean Winchester! Forever always! Same with Jared when I go to see him in Friday the 13th! Whatever they do from now on, other than Supernatural obviously, they're just gonna be the Winchester bros to me, always! Tall, handsome and drop dead bonkable! Oh, and MBV is an excellent slasher flick and respectable remake which will be joining my other collection of masterful horrors and remakes!!! I ask all of you reading this to go see it now! You won't be disappointed! I wasn't!
It's about 5 or 6 minutes until it's midnight and the brothers are already on their way to the mine, leaving the Impala behind but taking their bare essentials in the bag that Dean's carrying in his hand. Since their "saucy romp" in the back of the car, they haven't said a word to one another, not wanting to lose their guard if "The Miner" happens to make his appearance. As their shoes crunch on the stones on the road, the trees on either side of the road whistle in unison with the breeze as well as being shrouded in darkness. With the road splitting into a three-way crossroad, they immediately turn left and continue to hike up the hill which will eventually lead them to the deserted town of Fork Mountain…
"16 minutes past midnight. Happy Valentine's Day De," Sam smirks, putting his hands into his jacket pockets after looking at his watch whilst Dean rummages through the bag for their torches. The town looks exactly like those seen in old 1950s-style horror flicks that were based in ghost towns. All the doors and windows to the buildings are boarded up nice and tight, cars that were left behind are now missing everything except for their exterior and the only plant life that thrives there are stinging nettles.
"Now's not the time for that Sammy. If you remember we've got a job to do," Dean replies in a serious tone, with his back towards him as he finally locates the torches, "Ah, finally! I was starting to think I didn't pack them." He then throws one to Sam, who catches it with one hand and flicks it on, its luminance nearly blinding Dean.
"Hey! Point it the other way, dummy!" Dean retorts behind his hands which covers his eyes.
"Oops, sorry."
"Come on, let's get this over and done with. It's frickin' freezing out here!" Dean moans, shrugging his shoulders as a gust of cold wind brushes by him, Sam following shortly behind with a smile on his face.
After half an hour of searching for Mine No.3 and with no sign of "The Miner" yet, they eventually find it at the very back of the town with the water tower standing tall and proud, overlooking the cliff that resides next to it. While Dean's picking the padlock that's securely bolted to the steel door of the Mine, Sam gazes from the spot next to the water tower, wondering if the view really was that beautiful and hoped in his heart that, before they leave this place after finishing their job, he and Dean will get to see it in all its beauty.
"…Sam? Sam! Hello, Earth to Sam!" He can hear Dean shouting in the background, waking him from his pleasant daydreaming as he turns round and shows off his dimpled smile.
"I bet you were thinking about that view Arthur talked about, weren't ya?" Dean asks, exposing his trademark smirk as Sam walks past him, lightly punching his arm, "You think you're so smart, don't ya Dean?"
"I like to think I am, yes," he answers, following his little brother into the dark mine before they both flick on their torches in unison. Walking further and further into the mine the boys can see old tools, equipment and other mining paraphernalia all covered in cobwebs and the controls to operate the lights and the carts looked like they've never been touched since the "accident". With one hand grasping the torch and aiming at the lever, Sam uses the other to pull it down and jumps back when it sparks. A few seconds later the lights flickered on and illuminated the whole mine. The boys look in surprise at the fact that they still worked after all these years.
"And then there was light," Dean smiles, turning off his torch and putting it back into the bag. Sam does likewise but slips his torch down his back jean pocket. Looking around the place they can both see that there were several tunnels leading in all different directions and they knew it'll probably take them a day at least to search though all of them thoroughly. So, in true Winchester manner, Dean next pulls out a device that looks sort of like a GPS which helps them track down supernatural energies or, in this case, decomposing corpses and gestures it out in front of him, flicking the switch on the side of it to turn it on. It begins to bleep but not so much so to indicate that the body's in the first tunnel therefore he continues onto the next and so forth until it finally specifies the right one with consecutive bleeps.
"Seems like it's behind door number 3. Is that a coincidence or is that just me?" Dean utters, moving toward the dark opening whilst Sam just smiles, shaking his head at the thought of it.
A few minutes into the tunnel and their nostrils are positively burning with the smell of rotting flesh lingering in the air, indicating that the body must be close.
"God, it stinks! I can never get over the smell of corpses! I'm gonna take a long, hot shower after this is done!" Dean muffles through his sleeve, which he has over his mouth and nose to take away most of the stench.
"If that's the case, then you won't mind if I joined you. I'm not having you hogging all the hot water and leaving me the cold like you normally do," Sam declares from a few steps back, his sleeve over his mouth like Dean's.
"If you say so, doesn't bother me one bit," he replies, eyes on the GPS device and his mind somewhere else, thinking of the things they could get up to in the shower that they haven't done already.
Continuing on they find themselves at a dead-end yet the device's telling them that the body's somewhere around here. Dean's hand holding the device slumps to his side and he gives out a deep sigh, "You've got to be kidding me?"
As Dean brushes by his brother, Sam holds up his torch and notices something in the corner of the dead-end before walking over to it, "I've never known you to give up so easily Dean," he replies, looking at his finding, "There seems to be a small tunnel here."
When Dean turns to inspect he notices Sam taking off his jacket to allow more room for him to crawl through the hole and immediately steps towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder to hinder him, "Whoa, Sam! Where do you think you're going?" Dean barks, eyeing Sam as he stands up to him, "Where do you think?"
"Oh Hell no," Dean says with a shake of the head, "You're staying right here where I know it's safe. I'll crawl through the tunnel and call you when I know it's safe for you to come through."
Sam raises his hands into an angry gesture, "All right Dean, enough! You know as well as I do that I can take care of myself perfectly well and besides, I've been doing so without your help for the last 4 months so just give it a rest! " His lips are pursed, his eyes narrowing and his hands firmly on his hips.
It's Dean's turn to have the stern look as he crosses his arms over his chest, "Oh really Sammy? Then what about the incident in New Orleans? Care to explain how you took care of yourself then, huh?"
Dean waits for an explanation but all he gets is a deep sigh as though Sam's been holding his breath for a long time, "If it wasn't for me "saving" your ass, you'd be Dracula's love slave right about now!"
Then there's silence between the two steaming brothers. Sam knows that Dean's right but he hates to admit it. Makes Dean feel like he's superior or something and that's not what Sam wants. He wants to prove to Dean that he can look after himself.
"Please Dean," Sam eventually breaks the silence in a softer voice, one that Dean finds impossible to resist as he steps forward and places his hands on his, a half-smile forming on his soft lips.
Dean takes a moment to think, staring into Sam's hypnotic stare, before finally giving into it, "Alright but if something happens to you, that's it. You're never leaving my side again, ya hear?"
Sam can't help but smile at his brother's response, knowing full well that he wouldn't have it any other way. Returning to the tunnel Sam kneels down, slips the torch into his back pocket and drops down on his stomach before crawling into the hole with Dean using his torch to give him some light. As he proceeds in crawling through it he tries his best not to breathe so hard so as not to allow the dirt to fly up his nose or in his face. What seems like ages since he first started crawling through, Sam finally reaches the end and clambers onto his feet once he has the room to.
"Dean! I've reached the other end!"
"Alright, can you see any trace of Lawson's body!"
Sam takes out his torch and flicks it on, illuminating the place with its beam of light to search for Lawson's hidden body. Sam tries his best to cover his mouth with his free hand from the stench that's evidently stinking out the dark cavern as he steps further in. He coughs a few times, the stench becoming unbearable as he notices something in the back. Oh crap! I left my gun in my jacket pocket! That's the second time he's forgotten to arm himself and if Dean catches wind of this, and he most likely will, Sam's gonna get it tenfold. Leaving it up to his fighting skills Sam edges closer to whatever he noticed and when he gets the full view of it, he looks away in disgust.
Then something unusual emerges from the pit of his stomach…Is that nausea? Before Sam can wonder what it is he spins round and bends forward, vomiting up whatever he'd had today before finding himself dry heaving. Wiping the substance from his lips and tasting the foul tang in his mouth, Sam questions where that feeling came from. In all the times when he happens to see a dead body, never has he had the urge to vomit…so why did he now?
Then the conversation they both had at the café suddenly plagues his mind, answering the very question he was asking himself.
"Are you okay? Do you feel alright? Should I be worried?"
"I am perfectly fine Dean, stop trying to "Mother Hen" me! So I was feeling a little hungrier than usual, so what? What's so worrying about that?"
"Is just that I find it a little strange that you've been eating more than you usually do, ever since I came back that day to be exact. Come on Sam, you've got to find that's a little strange?"
"What are you suggesting Dean? That I might be expecting because you know as well as I do that the one time that we don't use protection doesn't automatically make me pregnant!"
"I wasn't suggesting that but what if you were, huh Sam? Have you ever thought of that? And if you are then it means I've gotta look out for both you and the baby."
"You know what Dean, I can tell you right here and now that I am not pregnant so you can stop thinking that I am and we can get back to finding this goddamn mine!"
With the little light that's beaming from his torch Sam peers down to his stomach and presses a hand on it, as though trying to sense the life that could be growing inside of him. All the pieces fit together but it's too early to determine…
"Could I be…?" Sam asks the darkness but no-one answers him, only the distant calling of Dean's worrying.