Chapter 6:

Mr. Sandman Bring Me A Dream

The last thing that I recalled was Castiel putting his hand on my head. I sat up and looked around the room. Castiel wasn't anywhere to be found. I stood slowly, a small wave of nausea hit me and I had to hold on to the wall so I wouldn't fall on my face. The house was dirty. Something registered in my brain telling me that this wasn't right. I slowly made my way down the hall to my bedroom, nervous now. The door opened before I could reach it and I screamed. Standing before me was me. I rubbed my eyes checking to make sure that I was seeing correctly. It was odd, I didn't remember my hair being so short when I arrived.

"Hello?" I yelled at myself. There was no response. "I guess I can't hear myself." I nervously laughed.

I decided to follow myself. It wasn't like I remember that night clearly anyways. So I followed myself room to room looking at everything. I saw myself opening draws looking for a weapon of some sort, when I noticed something strange. There was a big ball of light following the me from the past. I watched as I picked up the deed to the house.

"What?" I heard myself ask out loud.

"I don't get it either." I mused.

I watched as a pained look crossed my face. My past self started to run out of the house, totally freaked out. I kept up with myself amazed with how fast I was. I followed my past self run through the junk yard and stop a couple of feet in front of Bobby's house. That is when I noticed the little boy. The ball of light that had followed the past me, hovered in the place where the little boy's heart was. He couldn't have been anymore than six. He was short with dirty blonde hair and beautiful hazel eyes.

"Are you okay?" I heard myself ask him.

The boy didn't say anything, but he started to run. I stood stuck in my spot for a minute. Thinking how odd it was that I didn't remember a little boy or the ball of light that seemed to live in him.

"Hey! Wait up!" I heard myself yell.

I looked to my left just in time to see my past self turn towards the direction of town. It started to rain and I ran as fast as I could to catch up. I finally caught up next to the park. Slipping to a stop, I fell to the ground right next to where my past self was standing.

"Are you okay?" I heard her ask the little boy.

The little boy smiled. "You have overcome much in your life Nikki. Other's choices have left you feeling like you have nobody in the world, but you will always have me."

My jaw was slack. Is this where I talked to God, I wondered? The other me started to cry.

"Who are you?" I asked the little boy.

"You know who I am, my child." The little boy's voice seemed too mature for his little body. He walked over to the swings and sat down.

"Children are so innocent, don't you agree?" He asked me.

"Children are our future." I heard myself respond.

"Do you know where you are, my daughter?" He kicked his feet backwards moving the swing slightly.

"I'm in a TV show." The past me cried. I could tell the rain was bothering the past me. I had started to shiver and my lips where the wrong color.

"You are exactly where you need to be. I have not been so blind as to your fate or that of the Winchester brothers. Everyone has their own part to play. I have brought you here to mend them. Big things are coming and they are my warriors. I need them ready. You will open them up to their greatest potential. Love is the most powerful thing created. It does wonders. You were created from love. I marked you before you were even born so all of my children would know that you are special. I realize now that my more disobedient children will use this to single you out and hurt you. Or so they think. They cannot harm you, for you bear my mark."

"I'll find the brothers tonight then, Father." I heard myself respond with unwavering faith.

"No." He said. "You must be patient. They cannot know all that I have told you, my child. You will be a light in the dark. Through you, my first children will remember who their Father is. I'm afraid that I have given them too much and they have become spoiled." He smiled at her.

In the distance, I heard a car pull to a stop and I glanced to see Jody. "Ma'am, I'm Sheriff Mills, are you hurt?" She shouted. I turned to look back at myself.

"You have to wait, my daughter. You will be safe for many years, so long as you keep to yourself. Nikki, you must be vigilant. Once they know who you are, they will come for you."

"Why can't I just tell them?" I sobbed.

"Do you remember your Bible?" He asked.

I watched as the past me nodded. "Remember Jeremiah 29:11."

I couldn't believe it. I was watching my past self talk to God. How could I just forget something like that?

"Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and future" I said aloud. I guess I did know that Bible verse. The past me didn't say anything, but God smiled upon me.

"What am I suppose to do to fill in all those years?" My past self asked him.

"You can do what you wish, but remember everything you do has an effect on this world. Be happy my child, I will give you the family you should have had all along." He got off of the swing and put his hand on my past self's shoulder. "I love you, my beautiful daughter. Just be patient. They will come for you one day, but I cannot return. One day, my child, we will be reunited. Live your life now, knowing that I am with you." With that the little boy was gone.

The past me started to shake. She looked over at Jody and Jody put her hand on her shoulder.

"Are you alright?" Jody asked her.

The other me shook her head at Jody. "No." I sobbed.

"Let's get you out of the rain and you can tell me what happened." Jody took the other me by the arm and helped her off the ground. "What's your name hon?"

The other me let out a heart breaking sob. "He says he won't come back to see me. I have to wait til I'm dead before I can see him again."

"Who?" Jody asked.

"God is hiding in a little boy." She told Jody. "He wants me to wait. He says I'll be safe for many years, but I have to be ready. Why won't he let me help them?"

"Ma'am have you been drinking?" Jody asked me.

"Gee, I'd think I was crazy had I not seen it myself." I said out loud. Jody and the other me didn't hear a thing.

"Nikki." I heard a voice calling me. I turned around and saw Castiel. "Did you see it?" I asked him.

"Yes." He reached out for me and I walked closer to where he was standing. "It's time to go home now."

"Okay, Castiel. I'm ready." I told him and closed my eyes. When I opened them, I was back in my library. Castiel was standing next to me in silent contemplation.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

He looked up at me and smiled. "My father has marked you. That is why your eyes are so unique. You are protected, but some will not care. We have to inform Dean." With that he put his fingers on my head and suddenly we were at Bobby's house.

I felt sick. "Worse way to travel, ever!" I stuck my head out the window and tossed my cookies. I could have just walked to Bobby's and not got sick. I felt someone place a hand on my back and start to rub in small circles. "Are you okay?"

I stole a glance over my shoulder and saw Sam. He looked so worried. "I'm glad it's really you." I smiled.

He looked confused, but smiled at me. That was all she wrote before I passed out cold. Damn Castiel and his angelic means of transportation.