A/N. Sorry I haven´t updated any of my stories in ages as I have been incredibly busy with university and work. As usual I would love to hear your opinions. xLois

2 weeks later. Nicki´s condo, Providence.

"It´s more than a feeling." I sang along as I packed my bags. A new hunt had just popped up and we were planning to head out as soon as possible.

Dean entered my room and I smiled when I felt him wrap his arms around me from behind. "You ready to go babe?" He left a trail of kisses down my neck.

"Almost." Turning around in his arms, I caught his lips with my own. We stumbled onto my bed and continued making out for a few minutes. "Cmon Dean, I´ll never be able to get ready if you keep distracting me." I giggled as he kissed his way down my chest.

"Just a few more minutes." He said inbetween kisses.

I rolled my eyes and pulled him back up towards me. "You´ve had enough sugar, sweetheart." Pressing one last kiss to his lips, I pushed him aside and got off my bed.

"You´re as cold as ice." He pouted and sprawled across my bed.

A few minutes later my bags were finally packed. I had packed enough clothes to last me for a while aswell as fake IDs, my laptop, a couple of useful books, my journal, weapons and toiletries. "I´m ready to go. Let´s hit the road."

He stood up and wiggled his eyebrows at me. "Did you pack those red lacey panties you wore the other day?"

"You´re unbelievable. Is that all you ever think about? Wait, don´t answer that." I chuckled. "And yes I did pack them."

Grabbing my bags, he lead the way out. I locked all doors and followed him downstairs to the Impala where Sam was waiting for us.

The next day. Charleston, South Carolina.

After arriving earlier this morning, we had checked into a motel and changed into our FBI attire. I exited my motelroom dressed in a tight highwaisted black skirt, white silk blouse and black highheels. My hair was pulled up neatly into a bun and my make up was very subtle.

Dean, who was leaning against his beloved Impala, let out a whistle as I made my way towards them.

"You look nice, Nicki." Sam said and smiled.

"Nice? Nice, Sammy? That´s why you never get laid." Dean threw in and looked me up and down appraisingly. "You look smokin´ hot, Nicki."

"Thank you." I smiled and looked over to Sam. "Both of you. You two sure clean up nicely." Walking over to Sam, I adjusted his tie. "Seeing you like this makes me wonder if I´ve picked the wrong brother." Sam blushed at my comment.

"Hey, hello? Last time I checked you were dating me."

I approached Dean and squeezed his ass before getting in the back of the Impala. "I was just kidding Dean, don´t get your boxers in a bunch." The boys got into the front and shut their doors. "Besides Sammy here." I ruffled Sam´s hair. "Is like a freakishly tall baby brother to me."

""Gee thanks." Sam chuckled.

"Hey wait, how come she still gets to call you Sammy without being told off."

I leaned forward and smiled. "Because I´m adorable and I can get away with pretty much anything. Right, Sammy?"

He rolled his eyes in amusement. "Yeah, right."

I chuckled. "Okay boys, let´s talk business. Here´s the lowdown. Over the past weeks strange things have been happening in this stretch of woods they call the enchanted forest."

"Enchanted forest? Sounds like a friggin Disney movie to me." Dean said sarcastically.

"Well, last week a group of teens went into the woods on a dare and two of them got killed." I flipped through my notes. "Richard Daly, 18 years old and Charlene Major, 19 years old. Both of them drowned in the lake. Their friends claim that they were dragged into the lake by an invisible force."

"So geek duo, what do you think we´re dealing with?" I smacked Dean in the back of his head. "Ow, damn it Nicki!"

"Serves you right." Sam chuckled.

"Enough boys." I rolled my eyes. "When I first heard about people getting lost in that forest, I thought it was hobglobins playing pranks but now that people turn up dead.. We´re dealing with something serious."

Sam nodded. "There´s tons of lore on malevolent forest spirits."

"That´s true but since both kids drowned in the lake we can assume that this spirit is water bound, which narrows it down."

Dean parked the Impala in front of the house of Richard Daly´s parents. "Great, this is going to be like looking for a needle in a haystack."

The three of us got out and made our way to the house. I rang the doorbell and a minute later, a lady in her mid fourties opened the door. "Hello, how can I help you?"

Dean stepped forward. "Hello Mrs Daly, I´m Special Agent Nugent and this is my partner Special Agent Bonham." He then motioned over to me. "This is Dr Jameson, she´s our grief counsellor."

"I don´t understand. Why would the FBI be interested in this case?" Mrs Daly seemed confused. "I mean Richard... he.. he drowned."

"We´ve been made aware of strange incidents in that particular forest where your son died and we just want to put an end to them."

"Are you saying that Richard´s death was not an accident?"

"That´s why we´re here, we´re trying to find out the truth and we need your help to do so."

She nodded and stepped aside. "Cmon in."

The boys and I each took a seat on the sofas around the living room table. Mrs Daly had excused herself to get us some coffee. I looked outside the window to my left and spotted a boy about 15 years old sitting on a bench. "Hey." I whispered and motioned for the boys to look out the window.

Just then Mrs Daly returned with our coffees. "Excuse me Mrs Daly, I assume the boy outside is your other son, right?"

"That´s Ryan." She hesitated. "He was there when Richard drowned.."

"I know this is a lot to ask but would you mind if I talk to him?" I asked.

"I.. I don´t know.. He´s been through a lot."

"I´ve been a grief counsellor for years and I speak from experience when I say that after an event like this counselling is crucial."

"Okay." She agreed.

"Thank you." I said and walked outside.

Ryan sat on the bench with his face buried in both his hands. "Hi Ryan."

He looked up at me and I could tell that he didn´t have a decents nights sleep in a while. "Hi."

"I´m Dr Jameson and I´m a grief counsellor with the FBI. Do you mind if I sit down?" He nodded and I sat down next to him. "Your Mom told me you were there when Richard died. I know it´s hard but I need you to tell me what exactly happened that night."

"He... he drowned. And I couldn´t save him." He sobbed.

I gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "I´ve heard some stories about that forest. Strange things have been happening there for the past few weeks. Have you noticed anything or anyone strange?"

Ryan hesitated. He wanted to say something but he was afraid to do so. "You´ll think I´m crazy."

"Try me." I smiled sympathetically. "I´ve seen plenty of crazy things myself."

"Richard, me and a couple of friends went into the forest on a dare. We heard all kinds of stories about it. People hearing strange noises, some even seeing weird things." He paused for a moment. "We went there at 11pm, everything was all quiet at first but when it was nearing midnight.. Everything went crazy."

"Crazy, how?"

"We heard this weird noises and saw these shadows everywhere. We ran for our lives and tried to get out but when we passed by the lake, Richard and Charlene tripped. The others kept running but I tried to help them." He swallowed hard. "Something gripped them by their feet and pulled them into the water."

"What did it look like?"

"I couldn´t see, it was like an invisible force." Ryan looked at me with tearfilled eyes. "It was too strong. I held onto them as hard as I could but in the end..."

"Ryan honey, you did everything you could. Don´t blame yourself."

"I should have saved him! Instead I had to watch both of them die!"

I pulled him into a hug. "I´ll promise you that we´ll put an end to this."

"I don´t know if this helps but when we passed by the lake, it smelled of rotten eggs. The smell was so strong, it nearly made me throw up."

"Rotten eggs?" He nodded. "You don´t know how much you just helped me."

Two hours later. Nicki´s motel room.

I exited my bathroom after changing into a pair of comfy dark washed jeans, a grey v-neck sweater and black lace up boots. The boys were sitting in the little sitting area and were going over notes when I joined them.

"So, we´re up against a water demon, huh? That´s a first." Dean said as I sat down next to him. "So an exorcism should do the trick."

I shook my head. "Nope, I´m afraid it´s not going to be that easy. The demons we encounter are demon spirits who possess people because they haven´t got a body of their own. The sucker we´re dealing with is the real deal, pure demon in the flesh. Much stronger and most importantly more difficult to kill."

"Oh great." Dean sighed. "What now?

"We´ll have to draw it out." Sam threw in. "It´s a water demon, so it´ll be the strongest in it´s element."

"Exactly." I agreed. "Once it´s out, we´ll stab the shit out of it with my knife."

"Sounds good to me."

A/N. I have decided to split this "eppy" into two chapters. How do you like the story line so far? Lots of exciting things will happen in the second part. One of the hunter trio will be in grave danger! Stay tuned. Reviews are love! xLois