First things-first; Sorry that I didn't post yesterday! It was just one'a those days, you know? I mean, I came home from school and took a four hour nap.

But, I'm posting now! It's a little short, I'll probably post tomorrow. Maybe. Depends on if I have stuff to do. *Shrug*

~Christianne


Nikki POV

"I'm getting' that thing before it gets me."

I jumped when I heard Spirit Dean spoke behind me.

"Jeez," I gasped, putting a hand over my heart in surprise.

"It's some kind of spirit, but I could grab it." Spirit Dean said, pacing around the hospital room.

"Uh-huh." I mumbled, looking back at my index.

"If I can grab it, I can kill it." Spirit Dean kept ranting, still pacing four feet from his sleeping form.

"Uh-huh." I mumbled again, not looking at him.

"Have anything yet?" He asked, looking over my shoulder.

"Uh-uh." I mumbled, getting up and moving a chair away from him.

"Ok, what the hell is your problem?" Spirit Dean finally said, voice raised. I almost flinched from the sudden noise, I caught myself before I did. My nose twitched though.

"Nuthin'," I mumbled, flipping the page.

"Liar." Spirit Dean snapped, moving to stand in front of me. "What the hell is goin' on with you?"

I stayed silent, turning a few pages before I spoke. "'What good is it to have a witch on our side if you can't help save me'." I repeated his words flatly. Spirit Dean didn't say anything.

"I-I'm trying my best, you know that, right?" I asked, peeking up at him. "I mean, I'd use the healing spell in a heartbeat if Sam would let me." I added. Spirit Dean looked at the chair next to me, and gave the arm a testing touch. His hand went right through it.

He groaned and squatted down next to me. "Uh, look, Nik, I'm sorry-"

"Just-Just don't, Dean," I mumbled, pulling my legs up on my chair so I sat cross-legged.

"No, just listen to me, will you?" Spirit Dean grumbled, frustrated. I frowned and ignored him. He let out something that I can only call a growl as he stood up. "I was pissed, ok? My dad and Sam buttin' heads over everything, now, I was pissed-Not at you!"

I watched him pace around as he spoke. At one point I thought he was going to rip his stitches out from how hard his hands where scrubbing his face.

"Dean." I finally said, cutting him off. He stopped, both arms up and out, hands linked behind his head. "Its-Its fine." I said, shrugging my shoulders a little. "We're cool."

Spirit Dean nodded, his arms dropping. "You got anything?" He asked, looking over my shoulder again.

I rolled my eyes. I'd forgotten about his 'No Chick Flick Moments' rule.


"What do you mean you felt something?"

I was on my way back from the cafeteria with a doughnut and a cup of cheap tea when I heard John. I stopped outside the half-closed door to listen.

"I mean, it felt like…Like Dean. Like he was there, just out of eyeshot or something." Sam told his dad. I felt a small tinge of pride, they were having an actual conversation. "I don't know if it's my psychic thing or what. But do you think it's even possible? Do you think his spirit could be around?"

"Anything's possible," I heard John say. I have to agree, I thought as I bit into my doughnut.

"Isn't that right, Nikki?" I heard John say. I froze, the doughnut still in my mouth. I didn't even move when Sam opened the door wider. He chuckled when he saw me, frozen with a big powdered doughnut in my mouth.

"Is it?" Sam asked me, gently ushering me into John's room.

"Is 'aht 'aht?" I asked, my mouth full. "Is what what?" I asked once I'd swallowed.

"I know you heard," Sam said knowingly, hands in his pockets.

"Humor me." I said, taking another bite of the large doughnut I had, buying time so I could think of something.

Sam rolled his eyes, but asked me anyway. "Is it possible that Dean's spirit is…around?"

I swallowed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah it's possible. Why, though, is a whole another story though."

"What'd'ya mean why?" Sam asked, his eyes sparking curiously.

"Well, not all comatose people's spirits are wandering around," I reasoned, trying to be vague. "I guess Dean's just one of God's special little people." I said sarcastically at the end, Sam rolled his eyes again.

"Well, there's one way to find out," Sam said cryptically, giving me a small smile before turning to leave John's room.

"Where are you going?" John called as Sam left.

"Gotta pick something up, I'll be back." He said, then turned to me. "Can I borrow your car?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, slightly confused. I dug the keys out of my back pocket and tossed them to him. I envied how easily he caught them. "'78 gray Ford Cougar, parked in the back."

"Got it," he said with a nod of his head before he left, leaving me standing awkwardly in John's room.

I glanced at John as I took a sip of my tea. I'd put so much milk and sugar in it I couldn't taste the tea, which was a good thing.

I slowly started to leave to room, when John decided to speak up. "So, what's going on with you and my son?"

I inhaled sharply, and choaked on the powdered sugar on the doughnut I'd been bringing to my mouth. I coughed a few times, then foced myself to take a drink of my tea before slowly turning to look at John. "Come again?"

"You and Sam," he clarified. "Anything I should know about?"

My eyes widened and I felt a nervous laugh start to come out. "Where-Where would you get that idea?"

He just shrugged. "A father knows." I blanked on what to say next, so I just stared at John with wide eyes.

He eventually chuckled once and looked out the window on the other side of the room. "Never mind." He sighed.

I wasn't sure if I was insulted or not, but I took the option to leave.