Hello again! Another chapter up! I'll be getting more into season 2 in the next couple of chapters, and I'm having a bit of a hard time.
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~Christianne
Nikki POV
I sat back in the chair next to Sleeping Dean, with Spirit Dean looking over my shoulder as I paged through the index.
I'd already looked though it once, but Dean hadn't, and he couldn't even turn the pages. So I was finishing my doughnut and turning the pages when Spirit Dean muttered 'Turn.'
"Wait, wait that's it." He said, leaning closer to the book. "What's it say?" Turns out normal people couldn't read my books, but they could see the pictures.
"Ohhh…" I trailed off. "Wrong choice, pick another."
"What's it say Nik?" Spirit Dean demanded.
"Reapers," I said. "Servants of death. They maintain the Natural Order-"
"Yeah, yeah I know what they are," Spirit Dean muttered, walking away from the book.
"Oh, yeah, the healer," I suddenly remembered. Sam had told me about most of their past hunts in the numerous phone calls we'd had before I had the Manning vision.
"He told you about that?" He asked, sounding surprised.
"Yeah," I said slowly.
"And…You…Never mind." Spirit Dean muttered, starting to pace again. "'ya know, I bet Sammy would be a lot easier to be around if you two just did each other." He said randomly.
I choked on the air I was inhaling. "Dean!" Was all I could manage.
"What?" He asked innocently, shrugging his shoulders a little
"Ass." I muttered, shutting the book. I heard a small chuckle from the door. I looked up and saw Sam walking in, a paper bag in hand. I don't think I've ever blushed so red. Spirit Dean chuckled, a smirk on his face.
"Mad about me taking the car?" He asked, tossing the keys back.
I shrugged and threw the keys into my backpack. "Talkin' to him." I said, nodding my head towards Sleeping Dean.
Sam nodded slightly, looking sadly at his brother. "Hey." He said, looking down at Sleeping Dean. I saw Spirit Dean roll his eyes, I sent him a sharp glare.
"I think you're around, and if you are, don't make fun of me for this, but, um..." Sam trailed off, pulling a box from the bag. "But there's one way we can talk."
"Oh you gotta be kidding me," Spirit Dean groaned, seeing the Ouija Board Sam had gotten. I sent Spirit Dean another sharp look. Sam sighed and sat on the floor in front of Sleeping Dean's Hospital bed, taking the board and pointer out of the box. He looked up at me expectantly. I groaned and sat on the floor next to him.
Spirit Dean was grinning down at us, shaking his head condescendingly. I glared at him, trying to mimic his kidney-liquefying glare. I probably looked like an angry kitten. I put the tips of my fingers on the corner of the pointer opposite Sam.
"Dean?" Sam asked thin air. "Dean are you here?"
"God…I feel like I'm at a slumber party." Spirit Dean griped as he walked to the other side of the board. I sent him another glare and he sat down, cross-legged opposite us. "This isn't gonna work." Spirit Dean sighed sharply and put his fingertips on the other side of the pointer. His brows seemed to furrow in concentration as he slowly pulled it to 'YES.'
Sam let out a quiet, astonished gasp, and Spirit Dean looked just as surprised. He let out a chuckle. "I'll be damned."
"Oh, it's good to hear from you man." Sam said, still smiling. "Hasn't been the same without you, Dean."
"Damn straight." Spirit Dean muttered.
Sam shifted slightly, a smile on his face. It was the kind of smile that sorta lit up his whole face and made his eyes sparkle. Sitting next to him, I couldn't help but blush a little; my left side was completely pressed against his right side. He was warm. Through his shirt, jacket, and my shirt I could feel the heat coming off his body. Sam was like a walking, talking, really good looking space heater.
"All right," Spirit Dean said, moving the pointer.
"Dean, what?" Sam asked, sounding surprised as Spirit Dean started to move the pointer. As he did, he was looking me right in the eye, a smirk on his face.
H…U…N…
"Hunt?" Sam guessed. I kept giving Spirit Dean annoyed looks, he was just having too much fun with this; staring at me and knowing that I couldn't say anything about it. "Or…Hunting?…Are you hunting?"
YES
"Dean, it's in the hospital, what are you hunting?" Sam asked, I bit the inside of my cheek as Spirit Dean started to spell again. "Do you know what it is?"
"One question at a time, dude," Spirit Dean said, glancing at me.
"He has to spell it out. That may be a bit difficult for him, just ask one at a time," I said to Sam. He laughed once, just a short breath through his nose and a little turn-up at the edge of his mouth, but Dean was giving me that kidney-liquefying glare that I couldn't replicate.
"What is it?" Sam asked. He can be so impatient.
"I don't think its killing people." Spirit Dean said, pulling the pointer to R.
"I think it's taking them…
E
"You know, when…
A
"When their time is just up."
P
"Reaper," Sam said quietly. "Dean?...Is it after you?"
I looked down at my lap, I couldn't look at Sam's face; it was like a kicked puppy, only sadder.
YES
After Spirit Dean moved the pointer, he pulled his hands away.
"If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it." Sam said slowly.
"Yeah," Spirit Dean sighed. "You can't kill Death."
"Man, you're, uh…" Sam trailed off.
"I'm screwed, Sam." Spirit Dean said bluntly. I had to look away from both brothers now. It just wasn't fair.
"No. No no no no no," Sam said as he got up. "There-There's got to be a way. Dad will know what to do."
I stayed on the floor as he walked out, Spirit Dean too. I sighed and looked across the board at him. "What are you gonna do?" I asked softly.
He shrugged. "Well…He's right, no way to stop it."
I shook my head and got up. "No, no Sam's right, there has to be a way to stop a reaper."
I jogged out of the room, following Sam. I skidded to a stop beside him, outside his father's room. I got on my tiptoes to look over his shoulder.
John's bed was empty.
"Hey, so dad's not in his room," Sam said as we walked into Sleeping Dean's room. He sat on the edge of the bed, I stood on the other side. "But, I got his journal, so, who knows? Maybe there's something in here."
I stood behind Sam, looking over his shoulder at John's journal. I looked up when Spirit Dean spoke. "Thanks for not givin' up on me, Sammy."
I smiled a bit.
"You too Nik." Spirit Dean added. I smiled a little wider and glanced up at him.
Sam, of course, was oblivious to this little conversation and flipped through the journal until he found something on Reapers. Spirit Dean, who was behind me, grumbled about not being able to read.
I held in the urge to roll my eyes and turned the journal slightly in Sam's hands so 'I' could see better.
"Son of a bitch." Spirit Dean hissed, storming out of the room.
"Hey, I'll-I'll be right back," I said quickly to Sam before taking off after Spirit Dean.
"Slow down!" I hissed under my breath. "What's going on?"
"Nikki, go back in the room with Sam, and stay there, ok?" Dean said, still marching down the hallway.
"No!" I whispered. "Not until you tell me what's going on!"
"Nik, I'm not telling you to go back in my room with Sam, I'm asking you to stay in the room with Sam." He said, stopping.
I looked up at him, surprised. If he was asking me, he really didn't want me to go with. I sighed and crossed my arms. "Fine. But you better come back." I said lowly.
Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you're worried."
"About you? Do I look stupid?" I asked, smiling weakly at him before I turned to go back to Dean's room.
I was sitting cross-legged on the floor of Sleeping Dean's room, my head resting on one of the plastic chairs as the steady pump of Sleeping Dean's ventilator slowly lulled me to sleep.
"Couldn't find anything in dad's journal," I heard Sam say. He must have thought I was asleep. "Nikki didn't find anything…I-I don't know how to help you."
Sam paused and I heard what I think was fabric moving around. I almost jumped when I felt something warm, almost hot, drape over me. I kept my eyes close and let Sam carefully tuck his jacket over my shoulders. My fingers curled around the edges as I pulled it closer.
"But I'll keep trying, Nik too, as long as you keep fighting." Sam started chuckling slowly. "I mean, come on, you can't…You can't leave me alone with dad. We'll kill each other. You know that, and Nikki's to nice to really bitch at us to shut up."
"Dean…Man, you got to hold on." Sam said after a few beats of silence. "You can't go, Dean, not now…We were just starting to be brothers again."