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~Christianne


Nikki POV

I was still paging through the book when Sam came into the room. He had an angry look on his face, and a duffle bag over his shoulder.

"My dad in his room?" He asked me, his tone was straining to be polite, but there was a clear angry undertone.

"Uh…Yeah, as far as I know, why?" I asked, getting up and shoving the leather bound index back in my backpack. Sam didn't say anything, he just turned on a heel and walked out of the room.

"Sam?" I asked, surprised. Something must have really pissed him off.

"Sam!" I called, quickly walking behind him, trying to catch up. He still didn't say anything.

"Sam!" I said again, this time grabbing his arm. We were only a few rooms away from John's, so I lowered my voice. "What is going on?"

Sam shook off my hand and glared at the ground. "I gotta few things to say to my dad." He mumbled, jaw clenched.

"Oh," I said softly, wanting to reach out and squeeze his hand or something, but didn't. I silently followed him as he stalked into John's room. I saw Spirit Dean in the corner, he did not have a happy look on his face.

I stayed by the door frame, pulling the sleeves of Chris's flannel down over my fingers, worried about what I'd just invited myself too.

"What's going on?" Spirit Dean demanded. When I didn't say anything, he started talking, not just to me, mostly into Sam.

"Look, there's something in the hospital." Spirit Dean said. "Now, you gotta bring me back, and we gotta hunt this thing!"

"C'mon Sam!" Spirit Dean said, looking at his brother, then to me. "Nikki, you gotta tell them you can hear me! You gotta get this mother!"

I clenched my jaw and kept my gaze on Sam.

"Wow," Spirit Dean scoffed. "What good is it to have a witch on our side if you can't help save me!?" He yelled the last part in my face.

That, felt like a slap in the face. I just clenched my jaw again, blinking rapidly to avoid any tears. I was working as fast as I could, but the index was complicated and difficult to follow at times. There was only so much I could do at this point. Add the new emotional turmoil inside created by Spirit Dean's question about Sam, the already there emotional turmoil from Jane's soul binding and trying to control my potentially explosive powers; I was so overwhelmed, crying sounded like a good idea right about now. I just took a slow, deep breath and glued my gaze to Sam.

"You're quiet." John said from his hospital bed.

Sam turned around and angrily threw the green duffle bag at John's feet. "You think I wouldn't find out?"

"What?" John asked. I could tell he was lying. He knew exactly what Sam was talking about, even if I didn't.

"That stuff you had me get from Bobby. You don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one." Sam snapped. My eyes widened and I looked at John in shock. "You're planning on bringing the demon here, and having some stupid macho showdown."

"I have a plan, Sam," John said firmly.

"That's exactly my point!" Sam yelled. "Dean is dying, and you have a plan! You care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!"

"No no no, guys, don't do this." Spirit Dean said, sounding exasperated.

"Do not tell me how I feel. I am doing this for Dean." John snapped back.

"How? How is revenge gonna help him?" Sam said, voice raised. "You're thinking about anybody but yourself. It's the same selfish obsession!"

"C'mon guys, don't do this." Spirit Dean said again.

"Sam," I said softly, trying to keep the thick, broken feeling out of my voice. He didn't look at me. "Sam." I said again, trying to get his attention. He glanced at me, jaw clenched, but took a deep breath.

"That's funny," I heard John say sarcastically. "I thought this was your obsession too. That demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be a part of this hunt!

"Now, if you killed that damn this when you had the chance, none of this would have happened!" John was yelling now.

I saw Spirit Dean looking between his brother and father, unable to do anything.

"It was possessing you. I would have killed you too!" Sam yelled back.

"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now." John snapped.

"Shut up, both of you!" Spirit Dean yelled. He looked at me. "Do something!" He yelled angrily.

"Sam-" I started to softly say again.

"Go to Hell." Sam said, his voice returning to it's normal volume. I can't say I wasn't a little shocked at Sam's words.

"I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew this was a mistake." John snapped at John, then looked at me. "And don't get me started on you-"

"I said 'Shut up!'" Spirit Dean yelled, this time swing his arm to hit a glass of water off the table. It flew to the floor.

I saw Spirit Dean hit the glass, but to Sam and John, it was just a glass flying off the table. They both froze, staring at the water. Spirit Dean looked down at his hands, shocked.

"Dude, I full-on Swayzed that mother." Spirit Dean said, stunned as he looked at Sam. He looked at me with a grin. It faltered, turning almost pained as he put a hand to his stomach. I opened my mouth to ask if he was ok, but shut it right away. I just sent him a worried glance. He fell to his knees, his green eyes looked scared and his face in pain. I never thought I'd see Dean scared. Well, I had seen him scared, but this was a different type of fear; scared to die.

He tried to talk, but Spirit Dean flickered, like Jane did. He kept looking at me with confused, scared green eyes, until he flickered out completely.

"S-Some-Something's wrong," I said, feeling like I've been punched in the throat.

Sam looked at me, clearly concerned as I fumbled with the door knob. Once the door was open, I saw people running and talking quickly as they rushed towards Dean's room.

I was about to take off towards Dean's room, but I paused and grabbed Sam's sleeve to tow his with me. He stumbled a bit, off balance and surprised from me pulling him. Sam easily kept up with me, walking quickly to keep up with my quick jog.

I heard the horrifying buzz of a flat lining heart rate monitor as I skidded to a stop as Dean's door. I saw a few nurses and a doctor around his bed, paddles to his chest.

"Clear." The doctor said, then Dean's body jolted up before falling slack.

"No." I heard Sam say behind me. He stood next to me, pulling his wrist from mine to tightly weave his fingers through mine. When they shocked Dean a second time I felt my knees buckle and I fell against the door frame. Sam, somewhat roughly, pulled on our linked hands, spinning me so I was pressed to his chest, face buried in his blood-stained jacket. Our hands stayed together, and his other arm pressed to the middle of my upper back. I think I would have fainted at the intensity of the gesture if I hadn't been filled with so much grief.

They saved me. Sam and Dean Winchester saved me. And now, there wasn't a damn thing I could do to save one of them.

I felt like it was my fault. I was the witch. I could see the future. I could have, should have, found some way to stop this. And I didn't.

I heard them shock Dean again, Sam squeezed me so hard I thought he was going to dislocate something when his brother's body jolted again.

"Still no pulse!" A nurse said. That's when I felt how jagged Sam's breathing was. I looked up as saw his eyes watering.

"Clear." The doctor said again, rubbing the paddles together. Still nothing.

"Nikki," I heard Spirit Dean say lowly. "Nik I know you can hear me, there's-there's something there, something over me!" He said urgently in my ear.

I hesitantly peeked over my shoulder and my eyes grew wide as I saw the transparent, ghostly figure over Sleeping Dean.

"Charging." A nurse said, handing the doctor the charged paddles.

I shivered and pressed into Sam's chest as the ratted, robed figure let out a low growl.

"Clear!" The doctor said, rubbing the paddled together again.

"You get the hell away from me." I heard Spirit Dead say lowly as he stalked towards the figure.

"Stay back!" He yelled.

I felt Sam's hand press harder on my back, his whole body rigid, his face looking shattered.

"There's no change. Starting CPR." The doctor said, giving the paddle to a nurse.

"I said get back!" Spirit Dean yelled again. I saw Sam look to the left, where Spirit Dean was, almost like he heard something.

Did he hear Spirit Dean?

I heard a harsh snarl, and the sound of Spirit Dean being shoved into a wall. Since my cheek was pressed to Sam's shirt, eyes facing the doorway, I saw the figure as it passed. Its dark eyes looked at me like it wanted to rip my throat out, and growled lowly at me as it passed.

I felt myself squeezing Sam's hand tighter as I watched Spirit Dean take off after the figure.

"We have a pulse!" A nurse announced. "We're back into sinus rhythm." I felt Sam physically relax and his hand drop from my back, but his hand didn't leave mine.

We waited until all the doctors where gone, and even then we still waited at the door.

"Sam, you gotta let me heal him." I whispered into his shirt after a few minutes of silence.

"No." Sam said firmly.

"My-My roommate back at Yale was a med student, I know a person can't go through something like that twice. I know you kinda need me out here, but if I just do the spell a few times, maybe I can-"

"Nikki." Sam said, cutting me off as he took a step back, putting his hands on my shoulders and leaned his battered face closer to mine. Even though his face was serious, those kaleidoscope eyes didn't lie; he was worried. Obviously about Dean, but about me too.

"Dean-Dean's gonna be fine. Like I told you before, I don't need you in a hospital bed too. I know you wanna help, I do. Help me by not ending up in a room here." Sam said, his voice was low.

I was glad I was against the door frame, because I thought my knees where gonna give out as I looked up at him. Even beat up and tired he was still better looking than Percy and the number of guys who'd shown an interest in me during college.

"You-You gotta promise me you won't try that spell again." Sam spoke again, his brows pulled together and turned up in the middle as he leaned closer to me.

I looked up at him, wide eyed and stunned from the power of those puppy dog eyes. I nodded dumbly and managed to squeak out 'Ok.'

Sam's face flickered into a relieved, small smile. He squeezed my shoulders once before walking away, leaving me stunned and leaning on the door frame of Dean's room.

You have the hots for Sammy? Spirit Dean's words started ringing in my head again, like bouncy balls in a blender.

Do 'ya?

Yup. Damn straight I do. It's not just an attraction thing that a quick lay would end either.

I was falling for him.