REUNITED AND IT FEELS AWKWARD

SCENE THIRTEEN:

Running a short distance into the mine, Dean stops. Off to his left is a heavy wooden door that he enters with caution. His small flashlight gives way for him to explore. The room has old miner clothes hanging on railroad spikes nailed into the rock wall. A long bench made from a tree split vertically in half and secured atop tree rounds has petrified over time and sits sturdy in place. Quickly he dresses into one of the jumpers. Carefully putting the cloth hood over his manicured hair and then pulls a miner's respirator mask over his face. Last but not least he puts on a miners hard hat. Stepping outside the room he finds hand tools and decides to carry a pickaxe for extra protection then continues down the mine.

The long shaft is damp and the further Dean walks the cooler it gets. His vision hampered by the darkness. His main means of sight is a strand of small lights illuminating so dimly that darkness sits between them. Following one wall is a partially dismantled rail. Coal cars sit abandoned some overturned while others wait on the tracks.

The shaft leads to a small safety room and Dean feels the touch of fresh air. Looking up he spots the ventilation shaft. Across the room he can see another long shaft and a drift running horizontally with the other. The shaft is lighted while the other sits in the dark. At first Dean chooses to go down the lighted shaft, then changes his mind when he notices what looks like drag marks leading in to the drift.

Before entering the darkness he turns on the light attached to his metal head gear, but it doesn't work. Dean bumps the hat a few times with the pickaxe which causes a glimpse of light to flicker. One more smack and the light turns bright. With a reassuring deep breathe he walks the level floor of the drift then stops.

Approaching footsteps launches Dean into stealth mode. Turning off the head lamp and backing against the cold rock wall he waits. The clatter gets closer and closer then starts to move away towards the safety room. With no sound Dean steps into the light ready to plunge the ice pick when the man turns around, his eyes entirely black. Dean soars through the air, just from a thought, and crashes hard, landing in a sitting position on an old wooden potty car sitting against the wall.

The demon stomps his attack, dirt swirling off the floor. "I am going to rip your head off and use it for a foot stool." He watches Dean stagger off the potty car ready to defend himself. "You have no idea what I am." He stops a moment. "Oh, what is that smell. It is worse then home." The Demon directs his eyes to the Potty car where a lid lay broke inside one of the two holes from Dean's fall.

Giving the Demon a dumb expression Dean puts his hand out. "Hold on there." His words make the Demon stop. But, it's not because of the smell that can't penetrate his breathing apparatus. "What do you mean I don't know what you are? Dean stretches his back up straight and gives his neck a twist, while keeping the pick axe against his side, ready to strike. . "You are the black slush the devil spits out of his mouth every morning and squishes into the dirt floor of hell with his boots." Behind the breathing apparatus Dean gives a self praising smile.

The Demon becomes enraged over Dean's little pun and without fear or thought he rushes. Not seeing the retaliation of Dean swinging the pick axe full circle to strike. The pick end plunges deep into the lower shoulder blade knocking the demon back, the axe dangling from its entry point.

"Ouch! damn that hurts." Gripping the adze blade, the Demon sets free a devilish laugh. "Like I said you don't know me." The demon lets out a grunt as he pulls the pick-axe out of his shoulder and throws it with precision force, the pick side driven into the wall. "This meat suit is not going to be happy with the scar you just left him." The Demon puts a short distance between them. "Now if you were a Winchester I might," he squishes two finger tips together, "Might be a little worried." He pulls out a long dagger and lunges at Dean.

Dean watches the Demon approach with his dagger raised over his head. It is too late. Being ready was Dean's survival, having pulled the dagger from his boot when he gathered himself off the potty car and kept it in a side pocket of the miner's suit. Now he held it in his fist and impelled the Demon's chest. Dean sees a surprised face starring at him and then the red glow begins to appear. The Demon opens his mouth to escape but Dean jams it shut with the palm of his hand. "You're not smoking out on this one." Dean gets in his face. "You should have been scared. I am a Winchester." He watches the Demon's eyes open wide. "When you get back to Hell tell them Dean Winchester sends his regards." He gives the blade a little more force then lets the body fall lifeless to the floor. "Didn't your momma tell you not to play with knifes?" Dean picks up the extra knife and puts both away.

: END SCENE THIRTEEN

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