Nikki POV
"Well I'll be damned." I said, looking up at my camera, hanging by the strap, on a branch about ten feet up in the tree.
"Hold this?" Sam asked, handing me his flashlight. Still confused as to how my camera, which I'm sure I dropped on the ground, was up in a tree.
"What are you doing-Sam!" I yelped as he jumped up, grabbing a branch above his head. His weight bent the branch easily and I was able to jump up and grab my camera. It took me a few tries to get my camera from the branch, and Sam just found this absolutely hilarious. He was laughing the whole time and didn't stop when I finally got my vintage camera off the branch.
"Oh, you just think it's so funny, hm? Li'l old 5'7 me can't get the camera from the branch?" I asked, rolling my eyes as he continued to laugh. It stopped abruptly though.
"Hey, what happened?" He asked, taking his flashlight back and aiming it at the bottom hem of my shirt. It'd ridden up and revealed the Ace bandage wrapped around my midsection.
"Nothing," I said calmly, brushing it off and tugging my shirt back down. I looked down at the camera in my hands and frowned as I looked at the back, seeing a small square of red in the film chamber; indicating the film role was finished. "That's weird...I should have at least ten pictures left."
"There have been reports of spirits using cameras to communicate, if they can just press the shutter button, then they can manipulate the film." Sam said, moving to stand sort of behind me, looking over my shoulder and holding his flashlight up to light the back of my camera.
"Yeah, you're so not into this sort of thing." I laughed, looking up at Sam, whose eyes had gone wide, and was struggling to hold a steady smile while awkwardly laughing.
"I-Uh...I-I had this friend, back in California...He was really into...ghosts...and...stuff." He mumbled, looking away and stuffed the hand that wasn't holding the flashlight into his jacket pocket.
"Ok," I said skeptically, rolling my eyes. "Well...We should probably head back..." I mumbled, holding my camera close.
"Yeah," Sam quickly agreed. "Oh-Uh...It's this way," he said, gently grabbing my upper arm when I started to walk in the direction I thought was the edge of the forest.
"...I knew that..." I muttered sheepishly. Ignoring Sam's poorly hidden laughter.
Like we had before, we walked in comfortable silence. It was weird...The silence between us was almost calming. I idly pressed my hand to my ribs under my crossed arms and felt the slightly raised mark under my shirt and the Ace bandage. It didn't hurt, which was good, but...It just felt different. It felt like there was this...this pull. Like something was pulling, pushing, urging me towards something.
"I've seen her, you know," I stated randomly as we walked down the gravel sidewalk.
"Huh?" Sam asked, I guess I pulled him from deep thought.
"Jane's ghost, I've seen it," I told him, swinging my camera from the strap looped over my arm.
"You've seen it?" Sam asked, his eyebrows raising as he looked down at me.
"Yeah...A few times actually," I added after I thought for a second. "She was never really doing anything, just standing somewhere by the edge of the woods or the river. When I've tried to come closer, she'd...like, disappear, before I got too close. I told Wendy and Travis...I think they looked in to me being committed."
"Yeah...It's-That's crazy," he laughed with me, but he looked like he was in deep thought. "So-Uh...What'd she look like?" He asked me finally.
I shrugged. "Same as she did when she died, I guess. Never really got a good look at her. She was always sorta blurry." I glanced up at his face, seeing he was staring forward, his face plainly saying 'That doesn't help me.' "Why are you so interested in this anyway?" I asked as I stopped at the first step of the porch.
"I don't know...Something to do I guess. I mean, there's no way Dean's gonna let me help on his car...and I guess I am interested in this sort of thing." He admitted.
"Well...I was planning on getting my doctorate in American History after I finished my masters, I wanted to write my dissertation on Jane Howard, so I have a lot of research on her and the town...I can bring it tomorrow if you'd like." I offered. I suddenly felt like a teenager being dropped off after a date. I could see Wendy and Travis watching me and Sam from the bar.
"That'd be great," he said with another one of his breathtaking smiles.
"Hey! Sammy!" Dean said loudly as he walked out the door. "C'mon, we gotta push my baby into a parkin' lot. I'm not leaving her in the street all night."
"Yeah," Sam said to him. "See you tomorrow?" He asked me, already taking a few steps back towards Dean's car.
"Yeah, I'll bring my research." I said, waving slightly before I turned and jogged up the steps to the door.
"Ooo, she's bringin' the research, what're you bringin'?" I faintly heard Dean tease Sam. I blushed at Dean's suggestive comment as I went back into CJ's.
Another chapter updated!
Sorry this is short, I'll post another chapter today. I just really like ending with what Dean said, and didn't want to change it.
The next chapter should be up later today!
Please review! I'm an avid writer, but I usually keep what I've written to myself. I'd really appreciate any advice or just a little comment here and there to keep myself motivated.
Until next chapter!
-Christianne