"Go that way," Dean pointed down an unlit walkway.
"What?" Sam demanded.
"Just do it! We need to corner this sucker and draw him out. Where's Faith?"
Sam looked over his shoulder.
"I don't see her."
Faith
"You're not looking hard enough, handsome," Faith's voice came from just behind Sam.
Dean & Sam
"It's dark," Sam defended.
"Flank him," Dean ordered, moving down his own tunnel.
"I don't need a babysitter, Dean!"
Faith
"I like playing babysitter to you, cutie," Faith said, doing as Dean said.
She grinned faintly.
Sam
Sam led the way down their tunnel grudgingly.
"I don't even know how we're supposed to lead this spirit out," he grumbled, shotgun at the ready.
Faith
"How do you normally do it?" Faith asked.
She held the flashlight steadily as they moved.
Sam
"We don't," Sam admitted, "we do it together. It's almost as if something..."
He cut himself off.
"Nevermind."
Faith
"That sounds dire," Faith commented dryly.
"You know, you could probably film a porno in here."
Sam
"It's an abandoned mine... nevermind," Sam rolled his eyes.
It wasn't long before they came to a cave in.
"Great," Sam sighed, shining his flashlight over the rubble for any sign of a way to get through.
Faith
"People will watch anything for sex," Faith replied.
Her eyes appraised the debris and she folded her arms across her chest.
"Any ideas?"
Sam
Sam shrugged.
"I guess we backtrack. There's definitely no way anyone got through here in the last... decade or so," he sighed.
He turned back and kept his light on the tunnel walls.
Faith
"Alright."
Faith followed suit and caught up to him, walking side by side.
"Samface?"
Sam
"Mmm?" Sam turned slightly as he walked.
Faith
"Can we make spoons tonight? It's been a long time."
Faith pouted.
"I miss your stupid face."
Sam
Sam chuckled.
"And I miss your loserface. Sure, we can spoon."
Faith
Faith grinned and slipped her free arm through Sam's.
"Yay. I win."
Sam
"It wasn't really a battle," Sam smirked, leaning into her a little.
He chuckled, before shining his flashlight ahead and jumping about six inches.
"Holy crap, Dean!"
Dean stood a few feet in front of them in the dark, holding a pickaxe.
Faith
"Hey there, creepy," Faith greeted.
"You find anything?"
Dean & Sam
"No, just this," Dean shrugged, holding the axe up, "thought it might add to the impala collection."
"Dude, we have machetes," Sam pointed out.
"Yeah but this looks more fun," Dean smirked.
Faith
"You could probably poke someone's eye out through the front of their skull with that," Faith observed.
"Or Sammy and I can play the miner and his mistress."
Dean & Sam
"Ha ha," Dean rolled his eyes.
"Where's your flashlight?" Sam frowned.
"Lost it. Come on," Dean began to lead the way back.
Faith
Faith squeezed Sam's hand.
"Bright side, we can spoon for longer," she said to him.
Sam & Dean
"But wait," Sam frowned, rushing to catch up to his brother, "we're just giving up? That fast?"
"There's nothing here Sam," Dean said sternly.
Faith
"Let's not look a gift horse in the mouth," Faith shrugged. "Night off. Sorta."
She looked back at the tunnel.
"I should patrol later though."
Sam
"I told you no patrolling," Sam sighed, rolling his eyes.
He knew she never listened to him anyway.
Faith
"Just an hour," Faith said, tugging on his arm gently.
"Sacred duty and all that."
Sam & Dean
"Screw sacred duty," Sam muttered.
"Hear hear," Dean pumped the axe in agreement.
Faith
"Well, I have nothing else to do," Faith told him. "Quick sweep and then I'm all yours. Promise."
She mimed saluting.
Sam & Dean
"It's not because I want sex Faith, it's because I worry," Sam corrected.
"Haven't we had this conversation?" Dean rolled his eyes.
Faith
"I wasn't implying you wanted sex, ah, nevermind."
Faith shrugged.
"It's fine. Vampires are easy, I'll be fine."
Sam & Dean
"I know you will be, but I still worry," Sam admitted, slipping a hand around her waist.
As they made it outside, Dean went to put the axe in the trunk.
Faith
Faith leaned into Sam as they walked to the car.
"I promise I'll be careful."
Sam & Dean
"You usually are," Sam kissed her forehead before they got in the car.