Chapter Ten:

You Can't Handle The Truth...Well Maybe You Can

Part 1.5

The guys were gone a long time. I didn't really know what to do with myself. It always seemed so exciting, watching Sam and Dean go from place to place hunting. The reality of the situation was that while they were doing what they do, I sat around a dingy hotel room looking at the ceiling, proverbially twiddling my thumbs. I had tried to clean up and make the room better, but after two hours I said screw it. I had accomplished very little. I had only been able to get one stain out of the carpet and it had made my hands bleed. Later, I spent hours trying to overcome the almost irresistable urge to snoop through their stuff. I actually went for a walk to keep myself from doing just that.

Once I got back to the hotel room, I powered up Sam's laptop. He had been nice enough to show me where he kept his computer, if I wanted to surf the internet. I had actually brought my guitar with me and I wanted to look up the tabs for a song that had been stuck in my head...Robert Palmer's Addicted to Love. I planned on slowing it down tempo wise, but I just desperately needed to do something. I clicked on the internet icon on Sam's computer. I went right to Google and started to type in the name of the song, when I noticed something curious. The history always pops up with the last few things that were searched for. My name was one of the last in the history. I smiled at the thought. I quickly typed in "Tabs for Addicted to Love" and found what I needed quickly. There wasn't a printer anywhere around, so I wrote it down on a notebook that I had brought with me. For a while, I was very hardcore in learning the tabs, making sure that I got everything right and the song learned correctly. That is when I started to tweak with the song, slow it down a bit, making it mine. Making music has always been my escape. I get lost and all my troubles melt away. Glancing at my phone, I saw it was getting pretty late. I wondered for a minute if she should be worried about them, but at second thought, she knew better. Not sure when they would be back, I walked into the bathroom and planted myself on the toilet lid and began to play again. The acoustics in the bathroom were the best for sound.

I stopped playing when I heard the Impala drive up. Then I began the song again. "Your lights are on, but you're not home." I paused thinking that I heard a two car doors shut. "Your mind is not your own." I smiled when I heard the hotel door shut. I began to strum my guitar softly. "Your heart sweats, you body shakes. Another kiss is what it takes. You can't sleep, you can't eat. There's no doubt, you're in deep. Your throat is tight, you can't breathe, another kiss is what you need. Ohh oohh." I was really feeling the song and a bit of me wanted to show off for Sam. I blushed at the thought, but kept playing, knowing that I had an audience. "You like to think that you're immune to the stuff...oh yeah. It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough. You know you're gonna have to face it you're addicted to love." I took a deep breath and slowed the song back down. "You see the signs, but you can't read. You're runnin' at a different speed. Your heart beats in double time. Another kiss you you'll be mine. A one track mind. You can't be saved. Oblivion is all you crave. If there's some left for you. You don't mind if you do. Ohh oohh. You like to think that you're immune to the stuff. It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough. You know you're gonna have to face it you're addicted to love." I smiled big when the door opened and the boys sang along. "Might as well face it you're addicted to love. Might as well face it you're addicted to love. Might as well face it you're addicted to love." I ended the song there and smiled again at the guys.

"You hungry?" Dean asked me.

I looked at Sam and smiled. "I could eat a moose, I'm so hungry." Dean gave me a funny look, but grinned at me. Sam looked lost and I couldn't help but to chuckle. I grabbed my guitar by its neck and carried it out of the bathroom. Carefully, I placed her in the case. When I turned around I noticed that Sam and Dean were standing in front of the table, blocking it.

"Thought ya'll said there was food? Don't tease me like that." I joked.

They both moved apart at the same time and revealed a two plates on each side of the table with flowers in the middle carefully tucked in a large coffee cup. It was very cute. I couldn't help but to smile. Sam had a big bag setting at the end of the table facing the window.

"Did you already feed the Dean-o-saur?" I asked Sam.

"Dean-o-saur?" Dean mocked. "I can live with it." He smiled at me. "And to answer your question Nikki, I'm going to the bar to have a drink. Give you cute kids so time alone." He added pinching my cheek. "Just don't eat my pie!" I laughed.

Dean left quickly, leaving me alone with Sam. "This is very sweet of you." I told him.

"Well Nikki, I just thought- well you see..." He let out a big sigh. "I haven't got the best luck when it comes to women." He took a step closer to me. "I- well," His face was turning red. Then very gently he put one hand on my shoulder and placed the other on my cheek. His thumb rubbed back and forth and he leaned in and gave me the most tender kiss I have ever had. His lips were soft, but firm and I felt the passion behind his kiss.

"Sam," I had a cheesy grin on my face. "Is this your way of telling me that you like me?" I asked him.

"Yeah." He looked down. Sam seemed like he wasn't sure if the kiss was a good idea or not. I didn't want him to feel like it wasn't so I forced his chin up gently with my hand and kissed him. I meant it to be sweet, but it soon turned hot. He wrapped his arms around me and soon my hands were lost in his long hair. After what seemed like forever he put me down.

"I hope you're hungry." He smiled pulling my chair out for me.

"Famished." I smiled back at him. I had smiled around Sam so much that my cheeks were starting to hurt.

He took his seat and opened the big white bag. "First, for our appetizer..." He drew out the suspense. "Salad. Now I didn't know what kind of dressing you like, so I got what they had." He pulled out handfuls of dressing packets. I laughed.

"Ranch." I informed him. "I don't care for anything more than that dressing wise." Sam picked up the ranch packet and opened it for me and put it on my salad. Then he did the same for his.

"So..." I started. He looked up from his salad and smiled. "Can I consider this a date?" I asked him.

"No." He said right away. I looked down at my food. Maybe I had it all wrong. "Nikki." He said softly. I looked up at him. "When I take you on our first date, you will not have to ask me that. You'll know." I cracked a small smile, very much relieved that I didn't have it wrong.

For the next few minutes we ate in silence. Then he pulled something else from the big white bag. "Are you ready for the main course?" He asked me.

"Bring it." I joked. He placed a container in the middle of the table and scooped half into my plate, half in his. Chicken breast with mashed potatoes and gravy, and a roll. "Yum." I said to myself. Sam caught it and laughed. After we finished dinner, I felt fat. I had defiantly ate way too much. When a loud burp came out of my satisfied body, I covered my face. "Excuse me." Sam laughed. Dean showed up not long after that. Apparently he didn't have as much fun as he wanted and regretted not eating his piece of pie.

That night was comfortable. As I lay beside Sam I saw Dean looking at me. "You okay over there?" I asked.

"Yeah...hey Nikki, I was wondering..." He paused like he wasn't sure if he wanted to ask. "Do you think you can sing to us?" My heart leapt out to them. Dean wanted someone to sing him to sleep.

"That would be nice." Sam added. It was settled. These boys needed me.

"Goodnight, sleep tight. No more tears." I sang softly. Thank you Amy Lee. "In the morning, I'll be here." Sam put his arm around me a squeezed lightly. "And when we say goodnight, dry your eyes." I let eyes drift out almost like I was ending the song...but I wasn't. "Because we said goodnight and not goodbye." I ended. I felt Sam kiss my back.

"Thank you Nikki." Dean told me almost asleep. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Dean." I snuggled next to Sam. "Goodnight Sam." He kissed me on my cheek. "Goodnight moon." I laughed a bit and heard the boys snicker gently. I was so relaxed that I didn't even think to ask them how it went with interviewing the victim's sister.