DEANS POV
Two days later, Saturday, after dinner, we went down the mine again. I remember wishing that I had a third arm, so that I could hold the salt, the flashlight and have my arm around her. But, alas, Sammy is the freak, not me.
"What are we gonna do about my uncle?" Stephanie was asking,
"Is your Dad okay with it? I wish I didn't have to ask you to bring him into this… I don't want you to get into shit." I let out a sigh of sorts, wondering if I should admit to being too scared of Dad's wrath to ask him before answering.
"I called my friend Bobby. Dad will probably be too busy with Sam and with his own hunt anyway." I had explained it to him, and we had agreed to tell Dad, if he found Bobby here, that I had needed man advice but was too embarrassed to tell Dad. Dude, worked for me.
"Afraid of shit? It's okay. Being afraid is what got me into this situation in the first place." She smiled, reassuringly.
"It's crazy, I mean, I'm not afraid of these things you hunt, well… yeah, what we are doing, down here, it's scary, it's dangerous but… I can deal with all of this, all of the crazy 'ghosts and ghouls are real' stuff and I can deal with the possibility of getting hurt or killed doing stuff like this a lot better than I can deal with the possibility of an senile, old lady who doesn't even remember who I am, and will be on her deathbed in a few years if she survives this." I put my torch wielding arm over her shoulder, and kissed her temple.
"Being afraid to be alone isn't crazy. If I hadn't turned up, then when she dies you would have no one but an imaginary uncle. I mean, I'm afraid of something happening to my dad, but I'd still have my baby brother, so I wouldn't be alone. You're a tough kid, and I love you." What? I'm not a fucking pussy, and I only do chick flick moments with… well my lover. I can be a gentleman and an upstanding guy when I want to be, hell I raised Sammy without too much help from our Dad. So shut you're pie hole.
I felt her stiffen, slightly, before she looked up at me and whispered,
"I love you, too, Dean." Stephanie pulled away, so that she could turn and face me. Putting a small, delicate hand on my face, she kissed me.
"So, where here. At the mine. So, what do we do now?"
Stephanie's POV
"So, we're here. At the mine. What are we supposed to do now?" I grinned. I liked the idea of being a hunter, like Dean. It was exciting, challenging and most of all you helped people, saved them. Also, it's not as if I had anything against identity fraud for the greater good.
"We see if we can find the sucker, and then we make it up from there." Dean grinned back. Even as an angsty teenager, not that Dean was ever angsty like that, he had an amazing smile. Anyway, we wandered into the mine shaft, and into the darkness. It was dustly and monotonous, besides a few scraps of rubbish here and there. So we walked, in silence, for awhile. I'll save you the painful details of each step we took, and each piece of dirt on the ground, and skip to where things, well, got interesting.
It wasn't until we were passed the discarded chip packet and the glass shards that we saw anything. It started off as a wispy, dull shadow of a nondescript miner, flickering slightly. It…he started to reach out for me, again, as I took a step backwards, and away from him.
"Sssstt…" He whispered, as if trying to say something through a gag. It was then that he started to grow clearer.
"Sssste—fffnnnneee…" I looked up at the apparition that was reaching out to me, almost begging me to understand. It looked so desperate. And then, I understood.
"D-Dad?"