Dean continued giggling as she called him an idiot, but quickly turned his flashlight to the ground for seeing when she stepped away from him.  He followed her, shining his light against the back of her legs, since she was leading the way.  As they came up to the hole in the fence, he also rolled his eyes and groaned at fitting his body through yet another tight space.

“Ugh.  My shoulders are too wide for this…”, he groaned again, pushing the fence open with his own hands as he crawled through the hole with his bag in his hand, tossing it at her feet when he finally got it free of the sharp edges of the fence.  

He stood up straight and checked his shirt and pants for holes, although he figured he would end up with a few anyway while they were hunting.  He was hard on clothes.  

“The notes said the cavern was the, quote, ‘scariest and most traumatizing’.  So, I’m torn.  On one hand, I want to get the trauma out of the way.  On the other hand, maybe the house is where the bad stuff is and we can just get rid of it and go into NO cavern.”, he explained, attempting to chicken out of ending up in a potentially claustrophobic situation in the caverns.  But he also knew they would end up there.  They always did.