Chapter Six - Dean.
"Who the hell are you?" one of the deputies, presumably the one who'd been shouting, asked, once he'd seen Sam and I.
"We're from the FBI. I'm Agent Jonathan Davis and this is my colleague Agent David Silveria. We're here about the mutilated bodies. What have you found now, please?" I asked.
When the deputy looked reluctant to answer, the sherriff nodded at him to prompt him into answering.
"The truth is we don't know," the deputy said, reluctantly.
Someone at the back of the crowd of police said, without even bothering to lower his voice - "Ask Mulder and Scully there if they know!"
"Bags I Mulder!" I said, immediately with a grin.
Sam said - "Hey! That means I'm a lady? Why am I always a lady?"
I gave him a sidelong glance, a half smile on my face, even as Sam blushed over what he'd just said could have been taken.
"I shouldn't have said that, should I?" he said, in a quiet, nervous aside.
"That could have gone better, Sammy," I said, quietly at him.
Sam shrugged in embarrassment and looked a bit shifty.
"Now, then. Let's see what you've found," I said, speaking directly to the deputy who'd found whatever he'd found.
The deputy gave me a curt nod, before motioning us after him.
"Come on, G-Man. Show us what you've got," the deputy said, with a sigh, before he lowered himself down into a large hole in the ground via a pretty hefty rope.
Wordlessly, I followed him, before waiting at the bottom for my brother.
"Here. You'll need these," the deputy said, handing the pair of us a powerful flashlight each, before switching on his own one.
"Come on, follow me," he said, before plunging into the unknown darkness; his flashlight the only point of light around us.
I exchanged a look with my brother, before following the deputy deeper into the darkness...