Well…I really don't have anything to say…
This is a bit short...I'll probably post another chapter later today.
-Christianne
Nikki POV
I groaned as I woke up for the third time during the night. It's been three nights since I slept all through the night. It was starting to bother me.
I stared at my ceiling in the dark, looking over the inlaid leaves made of gold and silver, thin copper branches holding them to the trunk of the tree. I'd found a book that listed the symbolic meanings of trees and found out the trees on my walls. Holly, oak and apple, all had powers of protection, promoted white magic and the creation of 'spiritual warriors.' Which, from what I've read, meant that they helped me be a good person.
I thought about getting up, maybe going in for the early shift at CJ's, then I remembered it was my day off. And four in the morning. Overall, I had been sleeping better after Jane fixed my soul, but today I felt like I did before, four hours was enough.
My phone rang from my nightstand, I blindly reached for it and flipped it open. "Sam?" I asked sleepily, knowing it was him.
"Hey Nikki." I heard Sam mumbled, unenthusiastic.
I got worried when I heard his tone. "Something wrong?"
"Well...Uh...No, not really." He got out after a moment.
"What happened?" I asked, concerned.
"...You remember what I told you about our dad? How me'n Dean were looking for him?" Sam asked slowly.
"Yeah," I said, trying to figure out where this was going. He'd slowly been letting me know what happened to get him and Dean into hunting over a series of emails. Now, I knew most if not all of the story.
"Well, we found him."
"Really? That's great!" I blurted.
"He thinks he knows how to kill the demon, the, a, the one that killed my mom and Jess." He said, still sounding reluctant.
I nodded, then remembered I was on the phone with him and he couldn't see me. "Yeah, well, isn't that a good thing?"
"He's doing it on his own. Doesn't want our help."
"Oh..." I trailed off, unsure what to say.
"Yeah." Sam sighed. "Uh, what's new with you?" Sam asked, abruptly changing the subject.
I sighed, falling back on my bed. "Not much. Can't sleep."
Sam chuckled a bit. "Yeah, me neither...Hey, how'd you know it was me? I'm calling from a motel phone, it wouldn't have showed up on caller ID."
I thought about what he said and my mind jumped to the fact that things like this have been happening to me all the time. Catching the orange, ducking when a drunk customer threw a bottle that would have hit me in the head, hesitating a second before stepping off the sidewalk, saving myself from being hit by a speeding car, and countless other little things. It was like I was expecting them to happen, like I knew they were going to happen.
"It's four in the morning, who else would be calling?" I lied, trying to brush it off. Sam made an indifferent sound before we lapsed into silence again.
"I sent you an email," I stated stupidly.
"Yeah, yeah the exorcism. Where'd you find that?" He asked, genuinely interested. That's one thing I really liked about Sam. He never pretended to be interested in anything. If he asked, he wanted to know.
"It was scribbled in the back of one of my grimoires, I saw the ones you guys had and thought you'd appreciate a shorter one." I admitted. I spent a good amount of my time going through books to find stuff to help the boys. "One of my ancestors came up with it."
"Really?"
"Yeah, apparently Jane's great-grandfather was a monk in France, he got if from some refugees who were fleeing Constantinople." I started to explain. "It didn't actually work when he got it, he had to work with a dark witch to-"
"Hey, Nikki, I gotta go." Sam cut me off.
"Oh." I said, cursing myself for rambling on and on. "Oh-Ok."
"But I want to hear the rest of this story later, 'kay?" I swear, I could hear him smiling.
"You got it," I agreed. "And Sam? Don't forget to call, ok? Dean too."
"Wouldn't dream of it Nikki."
"Bye." I said, a smile on my face.
"Bye." Then he hung up.
I sighed and dropped my phone onto my bed.
Why did I have to like him so much?