Sam peered up the at the line before, trying to see if he was anywhere near the front. "What's the hold-up up there?" He thought, "Seriously, how long is this line?"
Just then phone rang for what had to be the fifteenth time. Sam looked around anxiously as the people around him, who had gone from indulgent of the ringing phone to annoyed.
"Will you just answer your phone?!" An elderly woman behind him exclaimed.
"Yeah, buddy," A man with body-builder level muscle who had his daughter in the buggy added in, "That's like the ninetieth time. Who are you trying to avoid?"
"Trust me, dude," A girl in dark makeup her hair dyed red, blue and green, with a nose ring added in, "It's just gonna be worst when you face them the longer you put it off."
Sam realized that if Dean didn't kill for going off without him, or the monsters before he got that chance, the angry mob would unless he answered the phone. So he did. "Dean?" He said, trying to sound casual.
"Dude, where have you been?" Dean demanded, "I've been waiting in Red's driveway for a half-hour."
Sam's heart sank. He would just have to convince Dean this wasn't an insane plan. "I got hold up at the store," He explained, which was the truth, "And now I'm stuck in the world's longest line."
"Well then just-take a five finger discount or something," Dean said, his impatience evident in his voice.
"You're seriously telling me to steal?" Sam replied.
"Oh, like it'd be the worst thing you've ever done." Dean said.
"Well, though it isn't I got too much stuff to just walk out unnoticed," Sam said, "And even if I could, everyone staring at me now because you kept calling me. I'm gonna have to wait in line like everyone else."
"Well, that's just great," Dean said, "You can't sneak out with the stuff, you can't tell me the plan over the phone,-I seriously just got to wait here?!"
"Yeah, looks like it." Sam said. Then a small miracle happened and the line started to move. "Look, the line's finally starting to move again, I gotta go before I'm subject to another angry mob, see you in a little bit." And with that he hung up.
Dean looked at the phone with a questioning gaze. "Another angry mob?" He wondered aloud.
Another half hour later Sam finally arrived back at the house carrying numerous bags.
"Did you buy the store?" Dean asked in amazement at the sheer amount of bags Sam had.
"I never said it was a simple plan," Sam sighed, sitting the bags down in front of the Impala.
"Is the plan to gank the monsters or furnish the hole for them?" Dean replied.
In response Sam pulled out a fresh pad of paper, wrote on it, then handed the pad to Dean. Dean read each item in his head as Sam pulled it out. Video camera, Poles, Video monitor, after shave.
Dean looked up at that saw that Sam had phurcused huge bottles of both his and Sam's bran of after shave. "I'll explained later," Sam mouthed when he saw Dean's confused look. He then pulled out several carts of ammunition and four industrial-grade fire extinguishers.
Sam wrote down his plan, and Dean read it over. When he was done, he looked up at Sam and said out loud, "Seriously?"
"Look," Sam said, "I know it sounds crazy..."
"Oh, you think?" Dean said, "You couldn't have come up with a more lethal plan if you tried. Were you trying?"
"No!" Sam said in disbelief, "Why would you even think that?"
"Well, I didn't think you were suicidal,"" Dean said, turning around Sam's scamadics, "But then I saw this!"
"Well, if you have a better idea, I'm all ears," Sam said than added somewhat awkwardly, "Or in this case, all eyes."
Dean sighed. He knew Sam was right. They had no other options.
They drove back to the farmhouse, being sure to make as little nose as possible. They got out and Sam prepared the video camera and the monitor. Here goes nothing, Dean mouthed as Sam walked over to the hole with the camera. Sam lowered it down and soon Dean could see walls of dirt as descended. It seemed like forever before it hit the bottom but just as they hoped they could see the whole layout of the lair. There were countless sleeping eyeless monsters, but not a mirror monster or fire ball in sight. "Well," Dean thought, "We're about to change that...I hope."
Dean grabbed the two shirts they had doused with the after shave, and hurried over to Sam. They tossed both shirts down the hole and used the camera stick to help it along. Sure enough, they eyeless monsters woke up at the smell and started freaking out. Soon, mirror monsters appeared. After a few growls the monsters went back into the mirror. As the eyeless monsters made a panicked b-line for the tunnel-where Sam and Dean were waiting with iron for any who might surface-once again things worked in their favor. The fire balls appeared in the sky, and it was too late for them to change their coarse. All Dean and Sam have to was get out of the way as they went down the tunnel. The air was filled with frightened yips and then silence. Sam and Dean grabbed the fire extinishers just in time for the fire balls to come out, and head strait at them. The Winchesters turned the fire exinsihers on and the air was filled with so much white they couldn't see. When the fog cleared the fireballs had shrunk to the size of a basketball and were frozen solid. They froze midair for just a second then fell to the ground.
Both Sam and Dean's gaze fell toward the ice balls. "Wow," Dean said, "I can't believe that actually worked."
"I was kinda worried about it myself," Sam said. He paused a moment then deciding it would be better to keep the talking to a minimum for a little while longer, mouthed, "We sure we got them all?"
Dean mouthed back, "Not sure. We should look around just in case."
They searched the property top to bottom an found no eyeless monsters. They encountered a few mirror monster from a broken antique mirror left in the house, but were able to keep them from returning to their home long enough for them to evaporate. As they headed for the Impala another fireball came to take its revenge, but with the fire exstishiers at their sides, they made quick work of it.
They left the barn and began to search the rest of the town. They started at the motel. "Okay," Dean said picking the lock on the final door, "This is it. One building down hundred more to go."
Dean got the door opened and they walked into the room. They split up and swept over the room. ''I don't think there's any here." Sam said, as he searched the bathroom. But then suddenly, he felt a consisting pain as someone choked him from behind. He tried to call for Dean, but no sound came out. He couldn't even breath, let alone talk. He grasp at the hands around his neck, but his own passed through them. He slammed his attack, which he was assuming was a mirror monster-against the counter, causing the room's real guess' toiletries to fall to the floor.
Dean heard the ruckus and ran into the room and saw Sam fighting for his life with a mirror monster. His struggle was starting to weaken and his face was starting to turn blue. Without hesitation Dean jumped into the fray, somehow managing to remove the hands from around his brother's neck, and launched the monster across the room. The monster got to its feet, but then feel again and evaporated before their eyes.
"Well," Dean grinned, starting to turn back towards Sam, "That was a close one, wasn't it, Sa-" It was then he realized that Sam was still lying on the ground, not breathing.
"Sam!" He screamed, rushing over to his side. "Come on, Sam," Dena continued, slapping Sam's cheeks. Nothing. He then put his hands on his little brother's chest and started doing compressions. "Come on Sam," He begged through gritted teeth, continuing CPR, "Come back..."