Well, today was supposed to be my last day of exams, but like yesterday, SNOW DAY. Normaly, I'm all hyper and excited on snow days, but this is the second one in a row and now I have to take my exams next week. I JUST WANT THEM OVER WITH.

Ok. I'm done.

Enjoy the chapter!

-Christianne

Nikki POV

"Thanks Jeremy," I said, hoisting the heavy bucket onto my kitchen island. "I owe you one."

"'s fine, 's fine..." The old hunter said, waving it off. "You sure you don't want me to take care of that spirit roamin' around 'yer graveyard?"

"Yes, I can handle him." I said, pushing him out the door. He just chuckled and ruffled my hair before leaving.

I'd procrastinated for over a week about finding Jane's herb garden. When I couldn't move forward in my magic without the herbs. I asked Jeremy to help me find it and take his shotgun (with rock salt shells) with. He agreed, of course.

I'd found a big crate in the basement full of bottles, jars, vials and any kind of container you could think to put something in. There was even a bag to carry the herbs in, it had three sets of buckles; one on the top flap, holding it shut, three on the side, three on the bottom. If you undid all of them, the bag laid flat, showing the perfectly sized pouches for holding the bottles, jars and vials.

The herb book I'd found said that some herbs had to be ground into powder, some needed the leaves separated from the stems, stuff like that. But all of them needed to be dried, and blessed before that. Dried, for obvious reasons, blessed so that they actually worked. It's like if you eat blueberries, you won't have the advantage of a protection plant, but if you ate blueberries blessed by a white witch, like me, you would.

I laid all the herbs out on the island, and covered them with a cloth I found folded up in one of the trunks. I sprinkled salt on the gray pentagram on the cloth and then held my hands over it, palms down. Technically, I was supposed to have my eyes closed, but I didn't have the incantation memorized, so I had to cheat a little. I didn't really expect it to work. This was way more advanced than anything I've ever done.

"Ego in aquam iussit et eius maledictione a sacra herbam eum." I said slowly, focusing my energy to the palms of my hands like the grimoires said. "Ego in aquam iussit et eius maledictione a sacra herbam eum."

As I kept repeating the incantation, I closed my eyes, opening them only now and then when I forgot a word. Soon, I heard what sounded like a crunch. I stopped chanting, and lifted a corner of the cloth. I grinned and threw it off. Every herb was dried like it had been hanging up for weeks.

I was still grinning when I started grinding saffron into powder.

It was like radio static.

"Unit 22, let me confirm. Mile marker 41, abandoned car. I need a workup."

"Copy that." Another voice said, in the same staticy voice.

Manning.

There were mountains. Snowcapped like in a fairy tale.

It was like a log cabin. Sort of. A very small log cabin. One room.

Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean where there.

Sprawled out on two beds in the cabin-room, asleep.

There was another man where. Older than the boys. Dark hair, tall.

Colt.

Fighting. There was a lot of fighting and violence.

And blood. A lot of blood. So much blood.

Innocent people were going to get hurt.

The boys where going to get hurt. Sam and Dean where going to get hurt-

I gasped as I sat up in bed.

I was sweating, my head pounding.

I felt like I had just ran a mile, my lungs burned.

I stumbled into my bathroom, turned on the faucet and stuck my head under it, greedily gulping in water. Once my throat no longer burned, I straightened up, resting my hands on the sides of the sink.

"Damn stillengia," I groaned, wiping water off my chin. The book said to wear a mask when grinding stillengia, an herb known for its psychic and premonition enabling powers, into powder. It was one of the only herbs that was effective by inhalation, I, of course, ignored the suggestion to wear a mask. And now I had that dream...

"Oh God." I breathed, wide eyed.

I ran down three flights of stairs to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee, then grabbed my laptop from the study I barely used.

Taking a drink of my coffee, I pulled up a search engine.

I typed in Manning, and was about to hit search. When I got over 30,100,000 results, I realized that was too broad.

Mountains. In my dream, when I saw mountains. Tall, snow covered mountains. Mountains like that, there had to be a ski resort around there.

I searched Manning skiing USA. Only results I got where for ski lodges in Manning, Colorado.

Now that I knew Manning was actually a real place, I called Sam, not caring it was four in the morning.

"It's Sam. Leave a message."

I groaned, hung up and called Dean.

"This is Dean, leave your nightmare after the beep."

I called Dean's other number (Sam gave me all three).

"This is Dean's other cell, you should not have this number. Leave your nightmare after the beep."

I groaned and called the last number.

"This is Dean's other, other, cell. You should know what to do by now."

"Damnit!" I huffed, snapping my phone shut as I leaned back in my stool. I looked back at my computer, and stared at the map on my screen, a little flag where Manning was.

I made one more search and dialed the number I found.

"Hello?-Yes, I'd like to buy a bus ticket." I said when someone answered.

"To where, dear?" The woman asked, sounding bored.

"Manning, Colorado."