This chapter is like the end of the unofficial Part One. It's a bit short…Sorry about that. It would be longer, but I have exams, which you all probably know because I've been complaining about them in these authors notes for over a week. :|

Well, here's the little snipit end. Well, not really the end, because I'm going to post another chapter tomorrow.

-Christianne

Nikki POV

"You guys have everything?" I asked, wringing my apron in my hands in front of CJ's as Dean and Sam threw their bags into Dean's, now working, '67 Impala. Before, I called it 'a black vintage car.' At first I thought he was going to shoot me, then he started a very long, very loud speech about the car.

"Yeah," Sam said, slamming the trunk shut. He'd been showing me the arsenal where the spare tire was supposed to be. They had just about every weapon I could think of in there. I let Dean keep the rifle he'd seen in the basement room, along with a few boxes of ammunition. Those bullets wouldn't just kill whatever was shot, I'm pretty sure they'd blow up whatever it went through.

"So...Where you two goin' now?" I asked, sitting on the porch rail.

Sam shrugged. "Think we got a job in Minnesota."

"Oh...Cool," I said awkwardly. "Would you mind giving me a call, you know, when you get there?" He looked at me, almost like he was confused.

I just shrugged. "Well, I-I know I'm gonna worry about you two idiots." Sam chuckled once and rolled his eyes.

"I read my great-great-great grandfather's journal! I know what hunters do!" I snapped, crossing my arms at him.

"Fine, fine, I'll call, ok?" He laughed, leaning on the passenger door. I grinned triumphantly, tipping my head up a little.

Dean was still inside CJ's, talking (flirting) with Wendy. We've been standing outside, waiting for him for a good ten minutes.

"So..." I said, trying to think of something to say. Sam just nodded. He must have felt as awkward as I did. Thankfully, Dean came out of the dinner, a grin on his face as he stuffed a napkin in his pocket.

"Ready Sammy?" He asked, slapping his brother on the shoulder. Sam rolled his eyes but nodded. I walked down the steps, really, really wanting to hug them, but refraining. They didn't seem like the hug-y type.

"See 'ya Nik!" Dean said, giving me a smile, this time I think it was a real smile, not a sarcastic one. I couldn't help but grin at that.

I waved slightly, then looked at Sam. I smiled a little bigger as I waved. He gave me one of those smiles that made me think he wanted to full out grin, but didn't. He raised his hand to wave slightly and turned to look over his shoulder as Dean hit the gas.

I sighed, watching the Impala drive away from Janesville.

I tied my apron on as I walked back in, still thinking about how I should have hugged Sam. I really, really wanted to. I bet he'd give really good hugs. The kind where he loops one arm under yours and puts the other around your waist, tightly pressing your body against his strong chest-

Without thinking, I stopped the very pleasant thought about Sam and raised my hand up to grab an orange that was hurtling towards me.

This change of focus took less than half a second.

It was like I was in one of my dreams again, but I was in control of my actions, just...not...completely.

I just stared at the orange in shock.

"Whoa..." Wendy said in awe. "How'd you do that?" She asked, leaning on the bar, wide eyed. Even Travis was looking at me with one cocked eyebrow. They both knew I had little or no hand-eye coordination.

"I...I have no idea." I mumbled, tossing the orange back in the fruit bowl as I passed it.

It was like I was expecting the damn thing to be hurtling towards me