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Chapter One-Music, Pie, and Johnny Walker Red
Six years. I have been in this place for that long. My name is Nikki Grant and I am not where I should be. I had a decent life, yeah it wasn't great, but it was mine. I was going to school to be a kindergarten teacher, had a lot of friends all over the country and a house that was paid for. Now I know that I can never have it back. I am living inside a TV show universe. Supernatural was something that started when I was in High School and I watched it through season 7, before I was involuntarily relocated. I don't know how I got here, so I can't really get back. When I went to sleep on June 1st, six years ago, I was in my house stretched out on my California King, wrapped in my cotton blanket. When I awoke, I was in a big, old, dust-covered house in North Dakota, without a clue about what was going on. Further searching uncovered some disturbed things. First, all of my belonging were in the big house. I also found the deed to the house in a bedroom dresser with my name on it. I ended up staying in North Dakota...mainly because if for whatever reason I was found out, Bobby Singer lived down the road and I knew that he would help. I was so scared of running into the boys and changing things that when I finally ran into them I didn't know what to do. Crowley was the one who eventually found me. It wasn't fun.
I hadn't noticed him standing in my front yard. I was sitting on my wrap-around porch singing loudly to myself. This is something that I do a lot. Back home, I would always have to go to the basement to sing, because I was so loud that my neighbors could hear me. Not that they would ever really complain about it. I have a great voice, but you could always tell what mood I'm in by my songs and this was just easier. Here I didn't have to worry about it. Bobby was my nearest neighbor. It was a lonely life that I was living, so I kept myself occupied.
I picked up my guitar and smiled. It really is the small things in life that matter. The weight of my guitar was familiar and made me think of home. My fingers started to work their magic and soon the tune for Dave Mathews' Some Devil was being played. "One last kiss, one only. Then I'll let you go. Hard for you I've fallen, but you can't break my fall. I'm broken, don't break me, when I hit the ground. Some devil, some angel has got me to the bones. You said always and forever, now I believe you baby. You said always and forever is such a long and lonely time." The guitar cried for me as I plucked the cords to give the haunted sound the song required. I didn't realize that someone was watching me, so I continued. "Too drunk and still drinking. It's just the way I feel. It's alright is what you told me, cause what we had was so beautiful. Feel heavy, like floating at the bottom of the sea. You said always and forever. Now I believe you baby. You said always and forever is such a long and lonely time." I let the guitar cry for me again, really into the song. "Some devil is stuck inside of me. Why can't I set it free- I wish, I wish I was dead and you were grieving, just so that you could know. Some angel is stuck inside of me, but I cannot set you free. You said always and forever. Now I believe you baby. You said always and forever. Such a long and lonely time." The guitar whined in my hands closing out the song. "Stuck inside of me." Finally looked up and saw a man in my front yard.
He started to clap rather enthusiastically. "Who might you be?" he asked me in a british accent eyeing me up and down.
Crowley.
I'd always been told that I was pretty, I just didn't really care about looks so much. My hair is very long and dark brown. I'm actually a blonde, but when my hair is blonde people stare at me and it makes me very uncomfortable. I'm average height and weight. I'm not really skinny, but I certainly am not fat. I am, unfortunately busty. My favorite features are my eyes. They are a curious shade of blue that has left an impression on everyone that I have ever met. I know that sounds conceded, but everyone has always told me how beautiful my eyes are. I love my eyes because they take attention off of my lips. I have always hated how big they are, how full. I have always thought that it looks like someone punched me in the mouth because they always look slightly swollen. I have a very pale completion. At the moment, I wished that I was invisible. The way that Crowley was staring me down was making me nervous and I wanted to get away from him as quickly as I could.
"Nobody that matters to anything you got going on Crowley." I answered him. Damn, did I just say his name?
I should have known better than to say his name. It was a slip-up. I wished that I could take it back, but he caught it. Damn him for not being stupid.
"If that is true lovie, then how do you know my name?" he asked me running his hands through my long brown hair.
I shuddered under his touch. Lie. My head was screaming that one word over and over. "I don't dip into other's conversations, but if I overhear something, it just stays with me. A couple of cops looking for you was askin' around at the local bar." I quipped, hoping that he couldn't tell if I was lying. I have always been told that I make a face when I lie.
He looked me in the eyes, seemingly transfixed. "You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen and believe me when I say that I have seen millions." He smiled.
"I don't want no trouble with the law." I blurted.
Crowley seemed to buy it. "Lovie, what did these two officers of the law look like?" I let out a breath that I hadn't realized that I was holding.
"Two black guys." I lied again saying the first thing that crossed my mind. I wasn't even sure what season we were in, or if Crowley was The King of the Crossroads or The King of Hell. I did know that he was a demon and that I was scared shitless.
"What is your name dearie?" he curiously asked me.
"Nikki." I smiled, trying not to look like I was freaking out. After six years, I'd finally run into someone I knew from the show.
"Now a beautiful creature like you surely isn't named Nikki." He told me running his hand down my left bare arm.
"Nikki is my name though. Sorry." I looked down. He doesn't like my name?
"I think I'll call you Nicolette." He smiled, please with himself.
"Um...okay." I looked up at him. His eyes changed and he gave me a lustful look. Without warning he kissed me. Not a simple peck either. "Now I can find you anywhere Nicolette, my sweet." He disappeared.
I calmly walked up to my porch, afraid that he was still watching me. Once I made it in my house, I allowed myself to fully freak out. I ran to the kitchen and yanked the big bag of rock salt from under the sink and I put lines down in every walk way, every window. Knowing that I needed more protection, I grabbed my black light marker from the junk drawer and tried to remember how to draw a devil's trap. I couldn't remember. It had been six years after all. I cried out in frustration. Time to go see Bobby. The pie that I had made that morning was sitting on the table next to my new bottle of Johnny Walker Red. Pie in one hand and booze in the other, I quickly made my way down the road. Bobby's house was farther away than I would have liked, but I made it. Crowley free. Moving the Johnny Walker under my other arm, I used my free hand to knock on the door. I could hear voices inside and I knew that he had company. The door flew open and there stood Bobby Singer.
"What do you want?" he asked me kinda harshly. Then he really looked at me. His expression softened a bit.
I pulled the Johnny Walker out and handed it to him. "Can I come in? It is very important. You can pour holy water on me and everything." I smiled at him. "I live down the road from you. The house with the red door?"
"Now is not really the best time, hon." He told me softly.
"I know that you don't know me from Adam, Bobby, but it's about Crowley." At the mention of Crowley, he yanked me into the house and shut the door.
"Now what about Crowley?" He asked me.
"Bobby, who's that?" A voice from another room asked him.
"Is that Dean Winchester?" I asked him.
"Answer my question first." He demanded.
"Well I was singing on my front porch and Crowley showed up and hit on me. He kissed me, telling me that now he could always find me. Bastard even wants to rename me. I put down salt lines, but I can't remember how to draw a devil's trap. I have to protect myself. I know what he is capable of." I took a deep breath. I hadn't meant to ramble but I did.
I looked into Bobby's eyes and smiled weakly at him. "So you're the pretty voice I hear everyday." He laughed. "Here take a swig of this." He handed me a flask.
Putting the flask to my lips I took a long swig of it, figuring that it was holy water. Handing him back the flask, he nodded. I looked over my shoulder and noticed Dean and Sam. Bobby used my distraction to slice my arm. "Ouch!" I yelped. "I hope that's sanitized." I yelled at him. "And a little warning would have been nice." He shrugged his shoulders. "I could've dropped the pie!"
"Pie? You brought pie?" Dean asked, excited.
"It's become a hobby of mine. Jody and the local diner buys most of them." I handed him the pie. "Hope you like apple crumb."
He smiled at me, finally looking at me. Sam noticed me too, with a hungry look I might add. Then it struck me. It wasn't Sam. It was Sam 86 the soul. I couldn't really help myself from speaking. "Sam doesn't have his soul back yet?" I covered my mouth and my eyes got big. "Word vomit. Don't worry about me, uhh" I looked at Bobby. "I'm on drugs?" I lied. "Now, if you could just draw me an example, I'll leave ya'll be."
Dean stepped close to me. "Just one damn minute. What the hell do you mean Sammy doesn't a soul?" He demanded, no longer trusting the pie.
"I don't know that you guys will believe me." I said sadly. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to mess things up.
Bobby put a hand on my shoulder. "Don't mind those idjits. Just start at the beginin' darlin. Best start with who you are."
"My name is Nikki Grant. I'm from Louisiana. June 1st, 2013 I went to bed in my house. When I woke up I was in North Dakota and it was September of 2005. I don't know how I got here. Nobody pulled me from my 'verse into yours that I am aware. One thing that I do know is that I was not born here. In the world I grew up in you guys are a TV show." I quit talking when I realized that everyone was staring at me.
"What?" I asked. "I told you that I don't know how I got here. What more do you want?"
Dean cleared his throat. "I don't see how Crowley has anything to do with this."
I glared at him. "Didn't you listen earlier Dean? Crowley kissed me and told me that he would always be able to find me. If that isn't messed up, then I don't know what. To think I brought you pie!" I scoffed. Soulless Sam laughed. I shot him a look too. "You can't laugh at him. You're not even all of Sam!" He shifted uncomfortably. "You're smile doesn't reach puppy dog eyes like Sammy." His eyes went wide for a moment. I turned back to Bobby.
"Listen I don't want to be in your hair. If you'll please give me an example of a devil's trap, I'll leave. You guys got so much going on, I'm sure ya'll won't even remember tomorrow." I smiled big and looked at Bobby.
"Nikki right?" Dean asked and I nodded. "Answer my question. What do you mean that he isn't all of Sam?" He demanded to know.
"I don't want to mess things up by telling you guys stuff your suppose to find out." I defended myself.
"Just tell me!" Dean said through his teeth.
You know, I always knew that he was a bit of a dick, but I really didn't like his attitude. "What is the magic word?" I asked him.
With the look he gave me, I think that he really wanted to shoot me. He didn't though. Dean looked me square in the eyes. "Please?"
I took a deep breath. Before I could say anything Soulless Sam nudged his brother. "I'm fine Dean. We don't even know her. How do we know she isn't just trying to trick you."
"You want me to list off facts to prove I know all about ya'll?" I asked getting a little irritated. Soulless Sam stepped forward. "Yeah go ahead."
"Dean, you drive a 1967 Impala that you actually went back in time and convince your father to buy instead of, I do believe, a Volkswagen van." I started and I couldn't really stop. "Jess' full name was Jessica Lee Moore. Dean, you are scared of flying and hate rats. You love westerns." I looked at Dean and raised my eyebrows.
"Birthday?" He shot at me.
"January 24, 1979...which was also Jessica's birthday." I glanced at the Soulless Sam. "Sam's is May 2, 1983. Dean, you died on his birthday. You also prefer using your Colt 1911." I smirked at him.
"Enough!" Bobby yelled. "I think Nikki has proven herself. Now what is this business about Sam?" he asked me nicely. Always knew that I liked Bobby.
"When he came back from the cage, his soul was left inside." I told them. Dean seemed to soak it in. Soulless Sam looked pissed.
"Bullshit!" Soulless Sam yelled at me. With the way he was looking at me I wasn't sure if he wanted to kill me or sleep with me.
"Ask Cas, if you don't believe me." I told them.
I heard a flutter of wings and then BAM, Castiel, an Angel of the Lord, was standing in front of me. "Who are you?" he asked me.
"Nikki." I answered. I giggled, thinking about when Castiel showed up with Molotov cocktail proclaiming "Hey, Ass-butt."
"You eyes are different from any I have ever seen before." He stated matter of factly.
"That's kinda what Crowley told me earlier." I cringed, the image of that evil being's hands on me.
Castiel turned his attention to the boys. Dean looked at him with a pleading look. "Is it true?"
"I do not know. I can find out. It will be painful though." he answered.
I looked at Bobby. "SO...about that devil's trap."
"Can't you see that we have more important things to focus on right now?" He asked me slightly irritated.
"Right." I smiled brightly. "Enjoy the pie and the Johnny Walker!" I hollered, making my way out of the door.
They were so intent on Soulless Sam that they didn't even notice me leaving with a gun. I ran to my house faster than I thought possible and once I was inside, I locked all the doors and windows, making sure that the salt lines were still in place. I didn't know what to do, so I moved my bed in the middle of the room and poured salt all around the bed. Once that was finished, I carefully crossed the line and sat in the middle of my bed with the gun I had stolen from Bobby's house, hoping like hell that Crowley didn't try to suprise me in the middle of the night.
