Another chapter posted! It's a little shorter, but now that it's the weekend, the next few should be a little longer.

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Well, enjoy the chapter!

-Christianne

Nikki POV

My feet were tired, I was tired. Exhausted.

I wasn't really watching where I was going, I was just following my new twin.

When she stopped, I finally looked away from her and took in my surroundings. My heart broke out into a sprint when I realized we were at the boathouse, twenty or thirty feet from the rushing river.

"Calm down," the woman said.

"Why can I hear you, at my house it hurt to hear you." I said quietly, crossing my arms over my chest, my hand pressed to my ribs which were burning painfully.

"I was far from here," she said, gesturing around here. "I was far from where I died. I was not strong, I had to use your own energy to communicate with you." She said, her voice was soft, breathy and completely calm.

"Wh-Why-"

"Shh," the blonde-me said, flickering, then appearing in front of me. "Quiet Nicolette. I do not have much time, and I have much to tell you. How much you will understand is unknown to me. Tell me, what have the Winchester men told you?"

"The Winchester-Sam and Dean? About them? Not much." I answered, pressing my hand tighter to my ribs as the pain spiked with her closer.

She sighed, walking away from me slightly. "Just as I thought, this will be much more difficult for you to understand. I wished to make this as easy and painless as possible for you. I fear my trying will only make this that much more painful and difficult for you."

"What are you talking about?" I burst, a hot, burning feeling crawled up my throat, like a sob was going to rip from my throat at any moment.

"In your research of me, you saw the stories of witchcraft surrounding my family and me." She said, gently folding her hands in front of her, facing the river as she looked at the moon.

"Me...I-You-You're Jane?" I gasped, my heart beating faster in...fear, I guess.

A small smile crossed her face. "It has been many years since I was called by my given name...It sounds so odd," her brow furrowed. "It is like hearing an old friend call you a special name, only used between the two of you after being apart for many years. I am not even sure I would answer to it now…Jane."

I stayed silent, my knees wobbling.

"The stories you've read are true, I am a witch...was, a witch, on my time on Earth." She paused, looking down at the gravel. "But not the kind in you are familiar with...what with the pointed hats, cloaks and green skin. My mother taught me from a young age, strictly white magic, we helped people, as white witches do. Though, we are not bound by the rules other white witches like us are."

"Us?" I asked, the use of 'we' and 'us' did not go unnoticed by me.

"Please, allow me to finish." Jane said, her face falling. "The Winchester men you know are known as hunters, they fight and kill creatures you only have in your nightmares. It is a lonely, selfless lifestyle that not many can endure.

"My mother, rest her soul, was a witch, my father, rest his soul, was a hunter. He was sent out by his family to kill my mother. As he was about to fire his shot, he saw my mother kill three vampires single handedly, saving at least seven people just in that time, more if you agree with his assumption of their path to the next town.

"They became partners, my mother taught my father exorcism spells, tricks for revealing dark witches," Jane trailed off. "They married, and created this town after I was born. I didn't exactly have a…normal, upbringing." Jane chuckled, shaking her head. "Goodness, the basement of my own home was a mess of Devil's traps and salt rounds.

"My mother told me that we were descendants of a very, very powerful witch. The first white witch...Her power is reincarnated in us-her descendants- to ensure this paradise was safe, no one had ever been able to tell when these powers would return. But, when I heard the story," Jane paused, looking down at her hands again. "I knew it was me. It was like part of my heart and soul weren't mine, they were wiser than me, knew things about magic even my mother didn't know. I advanced past her by the time I was 13." Jane said softly.

"W-What does this have to do with me?" I whimpered, my knees finally giving out, making me fall onto the damp ground.

Jane saw me fall and came to sit next to me, her dress floating around her like she was sitting on a cloud.

"My dear…You do not know…" She sighed sadly. "It was before you were even born, Nicolette…And you were dying… My own flesh and blood, I could let you die. The demons me and my family sent back to hell would have taken you on your way to heaven and dragged you into that-that pit...I couldn't let that happen to one of my own, not to a child." She looked down again.

"I-I saved you...It only takes seconds for one's soul to leave the body, the demons already had half of your soul, I was trying to fight them off, keep your soul in its proper place. Once they restarted your heart, I was still fighting the demons off, holding tightly onto your soul. Half of it returned to its proper place, the other half...The other half was me, my soul merged with yours, destroying half of your own and half of mine-"

"Hey!" I heard someone yell. I spun around and saw Sam standing at the edge of the woods with a sawed off shotgun raised up.

"No!" Jane said quickly. "No, no you don't understand! I'm trying to help her-" Jane was cut off by a loud popping sound. Sam had pulled the trigger, and Jane had dissipated. I gasped, grasping my stomach. I felt like I had been shot.

"Nikki!" Sam cried, seeing me double over in pain. I felt a hand on my back, the other was trying to pull my head up to look at him. I pried my eyes open and looked up at Sam. I locked my eyes on his, just trying to calm myself down. I think Sam was speaking, but I didn't hear him. My mind was getting foggier by the second, so I focused on Sam's eyes. It was something calming to look at; as concerned and scared as they looked, the moonlight was hitting them, so the blue looked silver and the hazel-y green ring just around the irises looked like it was practically glowing.

My eyes started to drop, I felt Sam put a hand on my cheek, turning my face I assume towards him, and I heard more yelling. It was muffles, like he was yelling to me while I was underwater.

My stomach was hurting like I'd been shot. My ribs where burning like someone was holding a curling iron to the mark on my side and there was this loud noise in my head. It was a voice, I think. It was speaking other languages, and was hard to hear, like it was far away.

I was so overwhelmed. I pinched my eyes shut and let myself pass out.