Another chapter up! Yes, I know this seems very short, but don't worry, I'm posting another one right away.
And ixistargirl89ixi, thank you for the review, and don't worry that'll come later... *smiles mischievously*
-Christianne
Omniscient POV
As Sam walked away from the dinner, he let out a heavy sigh. He even shook his head slightly, trying to clear it of anything not related to the possible case he was researching.
He walked the few blocks over to the mechanic's shop that Dean was holed up in. "Hey." He said to the pair of greasy jeans and boots sticking out from the bottom of the Impala.
"So...Where have you been? Disappeared on Jerry and me earlier with Nikki." Dean said, a smirk on his face as he got out from under the car.
"We found this boat house," Sam started, dropping his backpack on the floor next to a chair.
"Oh?" Dean asked suggestively, raising an eyebrow at his brother. Besides the opportunity to tease his little brother, Dean was glad Sam was moving on. Granted, Dean thought he should have moved on about three jobs ago, but moving on is moving on.
"We-Oh c'mon man! Get your head out of the gutter," Sam snapped at him, falling into the chair. "Anyway, Nikki and I went to this boathouse, where Jane was tossed in the river.
"EMF? Thinkin' cursed object?" Dean asked, getting back under his baby's hood.
"Nothing, but listen to this," Sam paused to flip open the ledger to the page Nikki had found. "Arbutus, asafoetida and buckthorn."
Dean's head popped up from the hood. "That's some heavy duty hoodoo."
"Yeah," Sam agreed. "All used in purification, exorcism, protection and demon vanquishing spells."
"Demon vanquishing spells." Dean repeated. "Don't most witches get all cosy with demons?"
"Hey, I thought so too, but I looked in dad's journal, and it say's this is some pretty rare stuff." Sam went back to the ledger and flipped through the pages. "I did some digging into to some of the other stuff in here. It's practically a cookbook to all things hoodoo."
"So, this Jane chick was a witch and now she's haunting the town that took her for a swim." Dean stated.
"Yeah...I don't think so." Sam said, frowning at the only explanation he saw that made sense. He opened up his laptop and set it on a work table. "I looked into the towns more recent history." He turned the laptop screen so Dean could see.
His brother, while cleaning off a car part in his hands, leaned forward to see the screen. "Nothing until about...ten years ago?" He asked.
"Eleven." Sam corrected him. "First thing, a bus passing through stops. The thing just stopped running. It spends a week in the garage here and then eight days later, it just started, like it was never broken to begin with."
"So? The garage had a crap mechanic." Dean said, shrugging it off.
"I did a little digging, and asking. That week was the first time Nikki came to Janesville for a visit with her great aunt." Sam explained.
Dean shut the hood of the black car and leaned on the hood. "You think Nikki's the one being haunted."
"She's been the center of everyone of the sightings. The bus was the one that brought her to Janesville. Her aunt had to call a car to drive her to the stop in the next town over. She left at noon, by 12:30 the bus was running again." Sam stated.
"But...Maybe...She...Well what the hell are we dealing with?" Dean asked, tossing the rag next Sam's laptop on the bench as he get back under the car.
"I don't know." Sam admitted, frowning as he flicked the rag away from his laptop.