k guys heres chapter four for everyone who is keeping up. Things are about to start going down soon, Ive got some great ideas and twists for you so please don't get bored on me. Enjoy this chapter the next one will be up tomorrow. Ideas are welcome by the way.
CHAPTER 4
Two long and grueling weeks passed by steadily with Adam working his ass off every single moment he was awake.
Andrea had been right; Nick hadn't been pleased at all by being bested by Adam and getting knocked unconscious. Further more, the victory was short lived by Adam because Nick had spent the last two weeks riding him like a drill sergeant with a high school vendetta.
Adam's training sessions with Nick were long, grueling and usually involved several trips to Andrea to help heal his bruised flesh, torn ligaments and sometimes even fractured or broken bones.
The blonde said that there was no point in going easy on Adam since the demons certainly would want the younger dead in a matter of seconds.
Nick also had a gift with cutting someone to shreds with words and spent every waking moment criticizing Adam with a conviction that couldn't be healthy. It was as if he lived to cause Adam grief and he was very successful.
Adam had thought that if he had given Nick a little time he would eventually warm up to him, or at least be able to tolerate him. But that quickly proved to be false and Nick's resentment toward Adam was growing like an unwanted case of head lice.
"As much as I'm sure you like being on your knees," Nick smirked, looking down at Adam, "If we're going to get anywhere with circle casting I'm going to need you to stand up."
Adam glared up at Nick, wanting so much to just give him a good punch in the face. They had been at circle casting for a good 3 hours and Adam was exhausted. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't seem to hold the circle together for more than a few minutes without landing on his ass, and Nick was basking in his failure.
"Can't we try again later? I'm tired." Adam sighed in frustration. Why couldn't he keep a stupid circle of energy together without it falling apart on him?
"Wow," Nick said, "you know If your motivation was only half as strong as your body odor we would have been done hours ago."
"You're such an asshole." Adam gritted out from between clenched teeth.
"Yes a very competent and successful one. I can snap a circle of protection up in under a second, where as all you have accomplished is being a pain in my ass... oh and you did manage to vomit on yourself. If you can't ever figure out how to make a circle of protection that will keep your enemies out then maybe the stench of your vomit will."
"Bastard, I'm still new to this whole thing! Do I really need to know how to do this circle mojo?" Adam said whilst pulling himself up and walking into the center of the circle outlined in chalk. "We both know I'm good at blocking." he said giving Nick a knowing smile.
Nick however did not find this remark funny. "Casting a circle is an essential part of training-as well as wanting to live. It gives you a barrier of protection that nothing can cross. You however are crossing on my last nerve, so hurry up and cast so I can get back to my whiskey and you can get back to maybe finding someone who will cut your abominable hair." Nick huffed and rolled his green eyes in absolute frustration.
Adam reached up and touched his hair on reflex. It was true his hair was out of hand… but not by much! When Michael had borrowed his body he had never bothered to go and get it trimmed. It had now reached an unseemly length, not to mention it could use a good wash.
"Do you get off on insulting me?" Adam snapped back. "Does it help you sleep at night to criticize me every chance you get?"
"As peaceful as a baby." The green eyed boy gave an evil grin. "Now are you gonna cast, or are you waiting on the third coming? Because let me tell you, the second one was totally blown out of proportion."
"Blown out of proportion? My brothers died! Adam exclaimed.
"Dude, please don't yell. Your voice is really shrill and have you ever heard of a tic tack?" Nick said dramatically, covering his nose with his hand.
Adam growled and turned around. Raising his hands and pulling the energy from the air around him, he felt a thrill as it coursed through his body, causing the hairs on his arms to stand up. He closed his eyes and let the energy swirl around him like a mini cyclone, causing his untamed hair to blow freely as if he was caught in the wind.
Throwing his arms out to the sides, bending and molding the energy to his will, Adam traced it around the chalk outline that circled them leaving it glowing wherever it touched. Adam threw more energy out of his hand and followed the same path as the previous energy line, making sure there were no breaks in his circle, and then raised his hands upward, causing the energy to rush up around them, leaving the two surrounded in an impenetrable globe of bright blue light.
He had finally done it; he made a circle that didn't just fall apart. Adam smiled and turned to Nick, proud of himself for his accomplishment. "I did it." Adam beamed. "How's that for your fucking circle of protection?"
"Mediocre," Nick said, clapping his hands once, causing all of Adams hard work to fall apart around them. "I'm through with you for today." The blonde turned and began walking away. "You can do whatever you want; just try not to get in my way. If I were you I'd take a shower because you reek of incompetence, but hey that's just my opinion."
Completely infuriated with Nick's brazen attitude, Adam took off after his companion, grabbed Nick by his shoulder and spun him around to face him. "You made me spend all day trying to cast a freaking proper circle and I finally did it and all you can say is mediocre?"
"What?" Nick said, staring at Adam's hand that was still on his shoulder as if it was the plague. "Do you want a cookie or something?"
"You don't have to like me, but some respect would be nice." Frowning, Adam began gripping Nick's shoulder even harder, causing sparks to fly off his hand. It was taking everything he had not to lash out. What the hell made this guy think he was so damn special, Adam thought to himself.
"You're right," Nick retorted, "I don't have to like you. And you wouldn't know respect if it caste your circle for you. So if you're looking for someone to give you praise or tell you what a wonderful job your doing then I wouldn't hold my breath."
Nick reached over and tapped Adams hand with one finger causing it to turn bright red and burn as if someone had shoved it in hot coals.
"Damn it!" Adam shouted, snatching his hand off Nick's shoulder and holding it to his chest. "You bitch!"
"Not yours." Nick snickered, turning on his heels and walking out of the room.
Adam was heading towards the kitchen in hope of finding Andrea. It had been two hours and his hand had only gotten worse. It was now swollen twice its normal size and was developing painful blisters which were slowly bursting one at a time. He bit down hard on his lip trying to distract himself from the pain.
He was beginning to hate magic. Even though he had learned several spells over the course of two weeks, each one came at the price of Nick's personal amusement. Nick had taught Adam the throw spell by repeatedly throwing him against the wall until he had finally learned how to throw back. There was the silence spell that Nick had placed on Adam for an entire day, justifying himself by saying he was sick of hearing the youngest Winchester's whiny voice.
Nick had also demonstrated an attack spell by hitting Adam in the nuts with it; but the worst was the binding spell Nick had cast onto Adam that he wouldn't give the reversal to… until several hours later after Adam had already used the bathroom in his pants. And now, poor Adam's hand was the size of a small planet, oozing god only knew what.
Adam walked through the kitchen door to see Angela cutting up some type of root.
"How was your lesson?" She asked not looking up from her project.
"What are you making?" Adam inquired, trying to ignore the throbbing pain emitting from his hand.
"Summoning powder," she stated quickly, still not looking up from her slicing.
Adam gave a thoughtful noise then hissed when yet another blister decided to burst, causing Andrea to turn around. Blue eyes widening, the girl quickly raced over to the taller boy. "Shit Adam what happened to your hand?"
"Nick." Adam gritted out angrily.
Andrea reached over towards the window sill and broke off some aloe to squeeze over Adams hand. It was amazing how in such a short time he was able to recognize almost all the herbs that lay around the kitchen. But then again, that was to be expected from the way Andrea drilled him religiously about each one and all of their properties.
Andrea had Adam's hand back to normal in a matter of seconds with her healing abilities, making the young man breathe a sigh of relief.
"What did you do to piss him off?" She quirked her head to the side whilst going back to her powder making.
"Touched him." Came the simple reply. Leaning up against the counter, Adam nodded towards the small stone bowl Andrea was grinding in. "What's the powder for?"
"I want to see if I can't summon Dean or Sam in Astral form," she said adding powdered dragons blood to the mixture. "With them being so close to Michael and Lucifer, they are bound to know something useful. We really need to figure out how to open that pit back up, not to mention how to kill Lucifer."
"Do you think it will really work? Don't Lucifer and Michael have a pretty good grip on their spirits?" Adam inquired, watching her add sandalwood to the powder.
"Well I'm hoping they'll be able to fight their way free for at least a few minutes to be able to talk. Dean should be able to; he did it before at least." She was now transferring the powder to a glass bottle. "It's the only plan we've got so far so it's worth a shot. Also, with all of us concentrating on one goal, it should be possible."
Adam nodded. "Cool," he said, yawning loudly. "But right now I'm really tired, so that spell is going to have to wait till after I have a little time to rest. I need a long hot shower and at least a two hour nap. Sorry but dealing with Nick is completely exhausting. Plus it's like 1 in the morning. Time flies when you're getting your ass beat I guess."
Andrea smiled her sweet smile, making all of Adam's stress fade away into nothingness. This girls' gift was awesome. "I'm sorry Nick's so hard on you. He's been through a lot… we all have. This kind of stuff can really change a person, you know?
Adam nodded again. He knew just what she was talking about. His relation to Sam and Dean proved that. "It still doesn't mean I like being his damn punching bag. I don't know how much more I can take before I go postal on his ass."
"Be patient, he'll come around." Andrea laughed, brushing a strand of brown hair out of Adams face like a mother would do.
Adam sighed suddenly at peace. "How can you be so sure?"
"Because I know a great deal, and I've seen inside his head and heart too." She smiled again, letting her hand fall away from Adams soft face.
Adam gave a tired sigh as he slowly walked out of the room. "I hope your right."
Andrea waited until he was completely gone before whispering, "I always am hon… I always am."
Nick was lying on his bed listening to Lady Gaga when he heard his phone go off. He reached up and removed the earphones with a tired sigh. Dammit, why the hell do people always have to call at the most un-godly hours of the night?
The blonde pressed the phone to his ear. "Speak to me."
"Nick, it's Chuck."
"Mmhmm, get on with it four eyes."
"Temper temper. I had a vision... a teenage girl is going to be in trouble... she's at the mall near you guys, mind checking it out? She will be hurt if you don't do something about it."
"Sure thing," Nick said, sitting up straight on his bed. "What's going to happen to her?"
"I think…" Chuck trailed off then cursed out, making Nick's eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Never mind about the might, she is definitely in trouble now. Something captured her and it is trying to torture her for some information. I don't know much… just that you need to hurry. And Nick..."
Nick was already up and out of bed, throwing on his jacket and grabbing his hunting gear. "What?"
"Be careful...something doesn't feel right."
"Understood" Nick said, pressing the end key and shoving the phone into the pocket of his hunting pants.
He always hunted in style. Just because the world might be ending didn't mean he had to go down looking like white trash. Nick went to the other side of the room to look at himself in his full length mirror. Grinning when he saw the black low rise jeans with a metal studded punk belt and his leather jacket covering his long sleeved mesh shirt, Nick nodded before heading through the doorway.
"Oh… woops, can't forget you two guys." Nick quickly retraced his steps and grabbed the two knives on his dresser, tucking them into each of his steel toed combat boots for added protection should his magic fail.
He was about to exit the room once more before a thought crossed his mind.
Why should he tell the others when he was perfectly capable of doing this by himself? Adam was weak and would only slow him down; not to mention he probably wouldn't be very useful in battle yet. He could tell Andrea but then she would insist on coming, as well as bringing Adam with them.
Nick decided that he would do this by himself, with no ones help but his own. He would prove that it didn't take a Winchester to get something done. He would go in there, kill whatever was keeping the girl hostage and bring her back.
It would be as easy as Paris Hilton. Whatever had her couldn't be too powerful or it would have set off the wards he had set out around the perimeter of the town. Nothing supernatural was able to come in a 20 mile radius of them without him knowing about it.
The haughty boy smiled as he ran a hand through his golden blonde hair and his green eyes sparkled in anticipation. He would prove to everyone that he could be the chosen one and then Adam would be forgotten about. He would take on the anti Christ and Lucifer by himself, and he would never have to hear the name Winchester again.
Nick walked over to his dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out a short knife. Its handle was made of white elk antlers and its silver blade had mysterious runes and sigils engraved on it. It had belonged to a demon named Ruby and possessed the power to kill any demon if stabbed into a vital organ.
After the demon had betrayed the Winchesters she had died at its own blade and the Winchester brothers had carried it ever since. The knife was now supposed to be past down to the youngest Winchester but Nick had other plans for it.
He tucked the knife carefully into a sheath on his belt and smiled, heading toward his bedroom window. Opening up the glass panels, he slyly slid out and glanced out at the blackened sky, pupils dilating to take in the moonlight for him to see.
Once he proved that he could handle things with magic himself, Adam would no longer be needed, and he would no longer need this knife.
Nick smirked as he jumped down from his window, landing gracefully like an assassin onto the cool earth.
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