1Chapter Five

Nia felt his body knock against hers again and gave a shudder as her rib protested. It had to be broken. She closed her eyes against the darkness feeling no peace in that every time she opened them still more darkness greeted her. It was comforting in a way to have someone with her, but it was unnerving on a whole other level. He sounded nice. She liked his voice. The tone. It made her think of a cop. Someone used to having some authority. He definately had the physique for that type of work.

It was harder not to notice the curves of his body then to notice them as they continually came into contact with hers. She knew that he had to know hers by feel by now as well. She wished she had worn a longer skirt. It was strange that in this life and death situation that things so simple could cause tension. Her skirt kept riding up against his knee as he tried to shoulder the top off and she kept yanking it down when it climbed too high.

Her tank was the braless variety and every shift caused her breasts to move against her. This was the most awkward she had ever felt in her life. But it helped with the fear. To have him right there.

She was in mid thought trying to do what she could as she yelled and pounded on the box while he tried to get it open all the while trying to make sense of the scenes unfolding in her head.

She had been dancing with Michelle a nice buzz going with a host of guys looking to get out on the floor with them. It had been fun. A nice change of pace from her usual routine. That's when she had seen her. Her...

"Oh my God." She breathed out suddenly as Dean lowered himself back onto her out of breath.

"What?"

"It must be the drugs, whatever we took." She whispered eerily.

Dean scrunched his eyes brows up as his chin accidently grazed her chest and she shrank away from him. "Sorry." he mumbled under his breath, though in actuality he wasn't as that sorry.

"You think someone slipped something into our drinks?" She tried to steer the conversation away from what she had begun to speak of still trying to work it out.

"It's been known to happen." Dean's breath was hot against her throat and she felt sweat lining his brow and cheek against her shoulder.

It was hot in the box. Hot and getting increasingly sticky.

"People usually don't get drugged then end up in boxes with perfect strangers though." Dean quickly recounted. "And when they do get drugged usually other sorts of things happen." Dean paused and felt his eyes combing the darkness to face her. "You weren't...I mean..or we didn't...uh..."

"I don't know..." She gasped out. She hadn't thought about it and she was sore anyway that it was hard to tell if anything had. God, how could this possibly get worse? "I don't think so." She squeaked out." Just to try and ease his mind.

Dean wasn't buying it though. He could tell she didn't know. He clenched his jaw tighter. If he could just remember. He had been standing at the bar. Things had been getting a little fuzzy then. He hadn't that much to drink and thought it was just hitting him kind of hard for whatever reason. Looking back it must have been whatever had been slipped into his drink. Still there was that haunting woman at the bar. Why was he so intrigued when he had seen her?

Suddenly it hit him. She was one of the victims of the supposed serial killer whose bones they had burned tonight. Dean stiffened as the vision faded and the memory was lost again. "Amelia Randolf." He whispered.

"What?" Nia asked suddenly as if shaken out of her thoughts of whether of not she had been compromised with or without supposed consent.

"That's who I saw." he whispered.

"I know her." Nia's voice was suddenly trembling. "That's who I thought I saw. We must have been out of it. I mean you knew her before right. That's all it was right?"

If she wanted confirmation that they had both NOT seen a ghost tonight she was asking the wrong person. Dean didn't answer her about the knowing her part.

"How did you know her?" he asked instead. If he remembered correctly Amelia had been married and was expecting when she died. She had just disappeared. No one had even found the body. In fact most of the girls bodies hadn't been found. The only reason they caught the guy was that he had turned himself in. When the state executed him his ghost picked up on old habits, or so it seemed. That's what Dean and Sam had been doing here. What they had finished...but why had they seen her...why was he drugged? Why was in a box with the only person who seemed to have noticed the ghost in the bar.

"She was my sister." he felt a tear slip down her cheek and closed his eyes. They weren't just sisters. She was her twin sister. That was one of the things that Dean remembered about Amelia. She had a twin.

"I'm sorry." he whispered. "I didn't know."

"But you knew her right?" Nia asked softly.
"Not really. Just knew who she was." Dean replied.

"She disappeared from there." Nia continued. "I was with her...one minute she was there. The next - she was just gone."

"A lot like us." Dean realized suddenly. God what if they had torched the wrong bones. He was sure they were right. Then again this wasn't a ghosts usual MO was it? He had seen a lot of them and they didn't usually drug people and put them in a box. They had much more effective ways of getting their kicks. He had a feeling it wasn't as simple as having torched the wrong bones.

The box shifted suddenly as the angle at which the head was at suddenly sharpened and they dropped again. Dean covered Nia's body with his own again and it felt like they were in a free fall. She screamed shortly before the impact this time it wasn't so solid. They seemed to have hit something with some give. There was a moment when they stayed poised that way clinging to each other before the box began to slowly slip downward as if it was sinking...