Yet another chapter! So sorry, this is short...
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-Christianne
Omniscient POV
"Nikki!" Sam yelled when she went limp, her head going slack in his hand. "Oh God, Nikki!" He yelled again, shaking her shoulders futilely.
Dean stayed silent as he watched Sam gently lay Nikki down in the damp, gravely sand. Sam took Nikki's pulse, and even pressed an ear to her chest to make sure she was breathing.
"Please, allow me to explain," a voice said, causing Dean to spin on a heel and fire his own shotgun, but the spirit had flickered away, appearing behind Dean.
"Inscius atque mortales." She said quickly, making Dean fall forward into the sand.
"Dean!" Sam cried, seeing his brother fall face first.
"He is alright, I assure you. Merely unconscious." The spirit said, sounding deep in thought, like she wasn't paying attention to Sam. She slowly moved towards Dean's face, laying cheek first on the gravel. Her eyebrows pulled together as she looked down at him, her head tilting to one side.
"What are you doing?" Sam demanded, not liking how the spirit was staring at his brother. She either didn't hear him, or ignored him. Jane took a slow breath in, her bottom lip quivering as she turned away from Dean, briskly walking over to Sam and Nikki.
Sam eyed his own shotgun, about five feet from him, where he dropped it when he ran to Nikki. It was just out of reach, if he reached for it, Nikki would be left wide open. He didn't have a choice. He glared at Jane's spirit, clenched his jaw, and didn't move.
Jane looked between the man crouched over descendant.
"You feel something for her," she stated, tuning into the protective nature of his aura.
Sam's hard face faltered for a second in confusion. "What?" He spat.
"My descendant, Nicolette, you feel something for her," Jane explained, taking a hesitant step forward. "I can tell, do not lie to me...It is wrong to lie to the dead." Jane said wryly, trying to lighten the atmosphere. Sam didn't even blink.
"Alright..." Jane mumbled, looking at her folded hands.
"What's wrong with her?" Sam finally spoke, his hand tightening on Nikki's shoulder.
"I am afraid to say," Jane said. "More guilty than afraid...Guilty, because I've lied to her," she said, her lip quivering again. "Well, not quite lied, but there are so many things she doesn't know…"
"What's. Wrong. With her." Sam demanded, his hand itching to grab his gun.
"I saved her, when she was a child." Jane explained vaguely. "I have been tethered to her since, as half of my soul is with hers. It will drain her, tear her apart unless I bind them together
Jane sighed, and confidently stepped forward to Sam, kneeling next to him. "Samuel Winchester," she sighed, the forlorn look gone from her face, replaced with one of relief. "I knew I recognized you."
"Wh-" Sam started but Jane resumed speaking.
"My...I knew you had entered Nicolette's life, but I had no idea your aura would be so strong this soon," she said, kneeling beside him. "Do not be scared for her, Sam. You will have plenty of time for such things in the future." Sam was gripping the sand in tight fists so he wouldn't lunge at this ghost; he needed information from her, he needed to know what was wrong with Nikki. The small gravel rocks in the sand where cutting his palms. He heard her whimper and Nikki's hand twitched. Sam took her hand, even though his was a little bloody.
"What are you-"
"None of your concern," Jane cut him off. "Samuel…Sam, we will not meet like this again, but I assure you, we will meet again, though it will be unconventional. I have a request of you, three actually. Please burn the painting you found of me, it is a horrid reminder of what happened to me. And please explore the basement before you leave." Jane said, giving Sam a mischievous smile as she stood up to go no Nikki's other side.
"How'd you control the demon?" Sam blurted.
Jane looked up at him, the forlorn look back on her face, but it flickered mischievously. "I am a great witch Sam, as Nicolette will be. We white witches are capable of many things. Especially those of our bloodline."
Sam stayed silent, staring at Jane. "You said you wanted me to do three things, you only said two."
"The third..." Jane trailed off. "Don't make her wait too long, Sam." The small smile Jane gave was enough to make Sam both blush, and become confused.
"Wait for-"
"Inscius atque mortales." Jane said, making Sam's eyes roll back and his large body go slack in the stones.
Jane sighed and looked at Nikki. "Well, let's get binding, shall we?" She asked no one in particular.