Hi. This story is dedicated to those readers who faithfully read and reviewed my story "Let There Be Demons". This is the sequel you asked for. I hope it lives up to expectations. Please let me know. It's the best way to improve my writing!!

Susanne

CHAPTER ONE

It had been a long day. Nick had spent the last two weeks trying to deal with a rampaging spirit. Unfortunately the spirit had taken a strong dislike toward him. He had bruises on top of bruises. His left wrist and ankle were stiff and swollen from a tumble he'd taken down a set of stairs.

After an extra long hot bath, Nick was just settling down in his bed at the Legacy house on Angel Island. That was one of the perks of working for the Legacy and one of the down falls. He lived where he worked. The commute time was great but work was always just outside that door. Dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, Nick pulled the sheets down on his bed. The clean linen sheets never looked so good. A huge sigh started at his toes and went all the way through his body.

Then the phone rang. In his exhausted state, it took Nick a moment to realize it was his cell ringing, not the house phone. Another couple of seconds searching for the noisy thing in among his dirty clothes, Nick pulled it open and managed to get it against his right ear. "Hello?" he said his voice a little more gravelly than normal.

"Hello?" an unfamiliar voice said. It sounded like an older man. For a split second, Nick thought it might be his boss, Derek Rayne, but the Welch lilt was missing. "Is this Nick Boyle?"

"Barely," Nick replied. His bed suddenly seemed a long way away. He glanced at it with longing as he settled down into his comfortable chair by the window. "Who is this?"

"My name is Bobby Singer. I believe we have a couple of mutual friends," the man stated. "Sam and Dean Winchester."

The need for sleep vanished from Nick's body. The events of a hunt in the cold north, during a blizzard, flashed through his mind. The Winchester brothers had found him after he'd had an accident with a rental car. He'd been very lucky that they had because he would have frozen there or been eaten by a pack of demons. During their time together, Nick had become very attached to the brothers.

"What about them?" Nick asked. His voice had sounded a little shorter than he'd intended. The last time Nick had heard from the brothers they were working a gig down in New Mexico. That had been three weeks ago. Fear began to gnaw at his stomach.

"I think they're in trouble," Bobby informed him. Nick wasn't sure if the man was being deliberately obtuse or if he really didn't have any more information than what he was giving him.

"They were fine three weeks ago," Nick replied. "What is this all about?" The fear was turning into a sense of panic. Why hadn't he heard from them in three weeks? Sam had gotten pretty good about phoning once or twice a week, just to let him know they were okay. Occasionally he even let it slip where they were. Nick had the feeling it wasn't as much a slip as Sam tried to make it seem. Since the brothers' father died, Sam seemed to need to know that someone knew where they were. Just in case.

"They were fighting a Windingo up in Montana. Sam had called me to get some research on them. He said they'd call back within the day to get what I'd found. That was three days ago. I haven't heard anything since," Bobby said. Even though Nick didn't know the man, he could sense the concern emanating through the phone line. His sense of panic deepened.

"Maybe they just got busy," Nick suggested. He knew that wasn't the case. Sam and Dean were too careful. Too reliable. If Sam said he'd call back, he would have if he could.

As Nick thought, he glanced out the window. The world beyond was dark. Rain pelted against the glass and ran down in rivulets. Lightning flashed across the sky, followed shortly by a loud crash of thunder. The storm was getting worse. Chances were that the power was going to go out tonight. One of the joys of living on Angel Island, the power grid had a tendency to go down with bad weather. Just what he didn't need at the moment was for the power to go out. While he talked, Nick pulled out his laptop. He was going to start research immediately, while he could.

"No, I don't think so. The questions Sam was asking weren't consistent with the information I've found. I'm not so sure that whatever they're fighting is a Windingo. I'm not entirely sure what it is. I'd head up there myself but I had an accident a week ago. I have a cast on my leg and my arm. Driving isn't something I can do right now," Bobby admitted. He hated not being able to jump into one of his vehicles and get to the brothers. He'd thought about calling Caleb or one of the other hunters but Sam and Dean really seemed to trust this guy. Besides, he apparently had a helicopter.

"Where are you? I'll come get you on my way there," Nick asked. He was rapidly entering information onto his computer to make sure he didn't forget anything. While he was doing it, he sent an email to the front gate that he needed the helicopter gases up and ready to go in twenty minutes.

"I'm pretty much on the way. I'll be ready for you," Bobby said. Quickly he gave this stranger his location. He was taking a real leap of faith here. He just hoped the brothers were alive to appreciate it.

"All right, I'll be there in two hours," Nick said as he hung up the phone. Distantly he wished Derek was here to help but the Precept had been called to Italy for a conference. Nick briefly considered getting Rachel or Alex involved. In the short time they'd been with the brothers, the two women had developed a bond as well. He wasn't so sure Dean would appreciate the older women's attention, having lost his mother at the age of four, but they were also busy with their own investigations.

Anxiously, Nick pulled on clothes and threw some into a duffle bag. He had no idea how long he was going to be and so threw in a couple extra shirts, etc. just in case. Then he moved into the control room. Into the duffle went a few other things, primarily weapons. Whatever he was going to be forced to face, he wanted to do it from a position of power.

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Half an hour later, Nick was in the helicopter shooting over the ocean waves. He knew he was going a little faster than necessary but the need to find this Bobby Singer and start the search was overwhelming. At the last minute, Nick had remembered to phone Derek's cell and leave a voice message, letting his Precept know where he was going and why. The last thing he needed was to go missing without anyone knowing where to start the search.

The storm wreaked havoc with the helicopter's stability. His sore ankle and wrist were unappreciative of the extra strength needed to keep above the ground. Nick was all ready starting to feel the surge of adrenaline fade. This day just got a lot longer.