A/N: New chapter, kind of not what I was hoping for, but kind of also what I was hoping for in a sense…anyways, here it is. Hope you like! :)
FBI Agents from Charleston, West Virginia…Dean and Sam posed as their usual fake persons from a law enforcement facility, but Raegan was stuck being the photographer for them. She didn't know how to work the thing because it wasn't digital, they pawned it for 50 dollars and an extra 30 to have the guy show her how to use it. Thing is, she was so confused during the explanation that even if she had tried she wouldn't have it retained within in her brain. Lucky for her thought that the guy sensed that and loaded the camera for her and gave instructions on a piece of paper on how to develop it, because in his opinion the places that did it originally for money didn't do such a "god damn good job."
Whenever Dean seemed to question, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and grin out of enjoyment. He really made the job fun and albeit somewhat easy, and to Raegan it was so funny when Sam got frustrated at Dean almost making her laugh hysterically or out loud upon catching a glimpse.
She hadn't realized she had ventured away from them until their voices became inaudible and the scene had changed. Behind the first attraction, the house, she stared at the breath taking hideaway garden. Not maintained, that she could see, and the sight made her want to move further to explore the depths of it. At this moment Raegan actually felt compelled to take real pictures from the heart and soul and not because she had to.
"Come to me," whispered words fluttered through the trees, echoing in Raegan's brain and she closed her eyes, sighing at the beauty of the sound.
Stepping forwards without thinking, she continued onward, the smell of many wild flowers, exotic and normal in nature, the leaves of many different types of wooden figures, twisted and turned into an image so crafted it was amazing.
"Come to me Raegan. Please, I've been waiting for you."
"Hey!"
Raegan jumped, startled at the grip on her arm turning her to face Dean who was standing behind her and looking at her with a semi-worried expression. "Yeah?" she asked.
"What are you doing? Come on, we are done with the interview. Did you get anything out here? I mean, besides all this green nothingness?"
"No, and Dean, this isn't nothing it's Mother Nature."
"Yeah, yeah, isn't she beautiful, isn't she marvelous---gag me wonder lady."
"Vine or with my own hands?"
"Ha, ha, very funny Rae. Get your ass moving. Head back to the car. Come on."
"One more picture and I'll be there."
He stared at her and groaned, turning and stalking back to the Impala, grumbling under his breath about how women were impossible.
Raegan was determined to find out where the voice came from, or if it was just a figment of her imagination, but to her it couldn't have been…it seemed too real. Finally after a few more steps she had reached a clearing, more like a big gigantic pond. The sun streaming through branches, settling on the watery glass, shining and twinkling into the female's eyes.
"Breath taking…" she stated, bringing the camera up to her face and pulling back on the cocking mechanism, focusing on the scene and pressing her index finger on the button to snap and collect it.
Giggling tore her attention away from her viewfinder on the camera, averting it to the pond where there were now ripples in the water instead of smooth untouched perfection. Raegan's curiosity got the better of her as she kneeled at the edge of the pond, staring into it confused. The moment only lasted so long before she was struggling to keep her balance from the feeling of light feather hands pushing her in from behind, making her plummet into the depths.
Swimming up to the surface she gasped for air and moved her hands back and forth to keep her up right, a small tug came at her leg and a sharp feeling of needles…teeth maybe? Raegan screamed only slightly and kicked out, removing the sensation as quick as she could while paddling towards the shore. How she got so far out in the pond from being pushed in was beyond her.
"Rae!" Dean yelled, tugging the woman out of the water and into his arms. "I leave you for a second to take a fucking picture and this is how you repay me? Diving into the water to cool off and almost drowning."
Raegan narrowed her eyes at him, digging her elbow into his side, standing up and hissing at the pain in her leg. Looking down she noticed some blood and bite marks.
'Damn fish…maybe barb wire in there from the owners to keep people out…' she thought.
"You dickhead! You pushed me in! Don't play dumb with me Winchester; I am not in the mood. I just got freaking bit or some shit and I am wet."
She limped back through the trees and plants, getting to the Impala and opening the door, not even bothering to ask for a towel to protect the seats. Sam turned to face her in his seat and parted his mouth to speak, only getting cut off from her glaring at him and a hand shooting up to silence. He nodded and faced forward just as Dean entered and started the engine.
'Damn my leg hurts like a son of a bitch.'
Flames, stinging, cold, freezing, ice, fire, and then nothing in an instant through her injured limb. Raegan rolled up her pant leg and inspected the seven made holes in a fine line, unlike any jaw would do, almost like a comb that was stick straight with needles on the end instead of something that could go easily through hair without damage.
'A comb? A damn comb got me in the water? Where do their freaking sewage lines lead, there and only there? I hope I didn't get any kind of infection.'
"All that is left to do is to wait and see."
'What the fuck does that mean?'
Author End Note: Thanks for reading and please review.