(Continued from Dark Secrets.)
"Why are we doing this again?" Dean asked as he unloaded his gear on the basement floor of Katt's Bon Bon Boutique.
"To help a friend?" Sam ventured, unsure what his brother was trying to get at. They'd agreed to help Katt get rid of the ghost. It was, after all, what they did for a living.
Dean seemed to be struggling with issues of his own that he wasn't sharing with his brother. "No, I mean....Why are we still in Rhydin, Sam' We haven't even tried to go home."
Sam shrugged, furrowing his brows at his brother and wondering where this line of questioning was coming from. He thought Dean was perfectly happy to be in Rhydin. Why the questions of all of a sudden" "You like it here, Dean."
"I never said that," Dean contradicted, clicking a flashlight on to take a better look around. The place seemed ordinary enough in the daylight, no sign of ghosts or any other unusual activity, but he knew better. He knew it was only a matter of time before the ghost tried to stop them.
"Why don't you just admit it' You're happy here. You have friends here. You don't have to hunt. You can do whatever you want without worrying about demons or angels breathing down your neck. It's like a vacation for you, Dean."
Dean narrowed his eyes at his brother. "A vacation' Does it look to you like we're having a vacation?"
"You know what I mean."
"No, Sam, I don't. You know why' Because no matter where we go, no matter what we do....Rhydin, Earth, Timbuktu....This..." He waved the flashlight around, to indicate their present situation. "This is our lives, this is what we do. You know what happened the first time I was here" You think I was just yukking it up, having a good old time playing house with Quinn" Did you forget about the demons" Did you forget about Abaddon' That son of a bitch is still out there somewhere, and my name is probably at the top of his hit list."
"Dean, I know, but..."
"No buts, Sammy. You always stay on your toes, no matter what. Rhydin or not. Got me?"
Sam nodded his head, but his brother hadn't really denied his original accusation or answered his own question. "The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can go home."
Dean frowned, but didn't argue. His brother was right. He was getting used to life on Rhydin and wasn't in any real hurry to get home. He didn't see much point in hurrying anyway, since as far as he knew, time was at a standstill where they were concerned.
Dean pushed his brother's questions aside to focus on the situation at hand, shoving the chains that hung from the ceiling out of his way and swinging the flashlight down into the hole in the floor that held the ghost's bones. He wasn't looking forward to going down there, but someone had to do it, and he knew that someone should be him.
It looked like about a fifteen foot drop, but fortunately, there was a ladder hanging over the edge that led the way down. He wondered if anyone had ever been down there before, other than the murderer. There was only one way to find out.
"Why are we doing this again?" Dean asked as he unloaded his gear on the basement floor of Katt's Bon Bon Boutique.
"To help a friend?" Sam ventured, unsure what his brother was trying to get at. They'd agreed to help Katt get rid of the ghost. It was, after all, what they did for a living.
Dean seemed to be struggling with issues of his own that he wasn't sharing with his brother. "No, I mean....Why are we still in Rhydin, Sam' We haven't even tried to go home."
Sam shrugged, furrowing his brows at his brother and wondering where this line of questioning was coming from. He thought Dean was perfectly happy to be in Rhydin. Why the questions of all of a sudden" "You like it here, Dean."
"I never said that," Dean contradicted, clicking a flashlight on to take a better look around. The place seemed ordinary enough in the daylight, no sign of ghosts or any other unusual activity, but he knew better. He knew it was only a matter of time before the ghost tried to stop them.
"Why don't you just admit it' You're happy here. You have friends here. You don't have to hunt. You can do whatever you want without worrying about demons or angels breathing down your neck. It's like a vacation for you, Dean."
Dean narrowed his eyes at his brother. "A vacation' Does it look to you like we're having a vacation?"
"You know what I mean."
"No, Sam, I don't. You know why' Because no matter where we go, no matter what we do....Rhydin, Earth, Timbuktu....This..." He waved the flashlight around, to indicate their present situation. "This is our lives, this is what we do. You know what happened the first time I was here" You think I was just yukking it up, having a good old time playing house with Quinn" Did you forget about the demons" Did you forget about Abaddon' That son of a bitch is still out there somewhere, and my name is probably at the top of his hit list."
"Dean, I know, but..."
"No buts, Sammy. You always stay on your toes, no matter what. Rhydin or not. Got me?"
Sam nodded his head, but his brother hadn't really denied his original accusation or answered his own question. "The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can go home."
Dean frowned, but didn't argue. His brother was right. He was getting used to life on Rhydin and wasn't in any real hurry to get home. He didn't see much point in hurrying anyway, since as far as he knew, time was at a standstill where they were concerned.
Dean pushed his brother's questions aside to focus on the situation at hand, shoving the chains that hung from the ceiling out of his way and swinging the flashlight down into the hole in the floor that held the ghost's bones. He wasn't looking forward to going down there, but someone had to do it, and he knew that someone should be him.
It looked like about a fifteen foot drop, but fortunately, there was a ladder hanging over the edge that led the way down. He wondered if anyone had ever been down there before, other than the murderer. There was only one way to find out.