Chapter 21

Hey guys I know before I said this story was going to be a 40 chapter (and it still maybe) But I'm thinking having it be a 30 chapter will stop me from making some horrid choices and continuing the story when I don't have new fresh ideas. Thanks for reading and enjoy the chapter :)

Sam raised his hand. "Nichole's the queen of hell?"

Cas looked around the room. "Not yet."

Austin who'd never left Nichole's side since they joined everyone downstairs, pulled the girl he loved tighter to his arms.

"I need a drink." Dean's voice was void and exhausted.

"Come on that just doesn't even make sense." Nichole said, looking up at Austin.

Cas looked at her. "Where are you confused."

"Just because my soul is in hell doesn't make me a queen of hell."

"You're soul is with Lucifer, once the baby plan didn't work out the backup plan needed to be enforced."

Dean came back into the room, whiskey in hand. "So you're saying we either turn Nichole over to hell or leave her like this? Where the hell is door number three!"

"There isn't one Dean, her soul is heavily guarded, Lucifer wants to rise, he will not mess up again."

Sam stepped forward. "We have to be able to do something."

"We can't just stand and watch this happen." Austin added.

The angel nodded. "There is as Dean put it a door number three-"

The man in question interrupted. "You just said there were no more options, make up your damn mind!"

"-As I was saying, the last option isn't reasonable and nobody has actually tried it."

Bobby removed his cap, throwing it on the coffee table. "Don't make us fish for it feathers, spit it out."

"There are trials in hell, if Nichole can complete these trials. On her own. She can regain ownership of her soul."

Dean nursed his drink. "You want me to send my daughter into hell?"

Cas's head bobbed from side to side. "I don't think it is wise, she is not a hunter and just because there are rules to the trial that Nichole would have to follow, it doesn't mean Lucifer won't cheat."

"What happens if she losses?" Sam asked shyly.

"Then she is stuck in hell along with her soul, her name will go down in the book of hell. Once her name is down there is no pulling her out."

Everyone seemed to be dragged into another silence, there situation was catastrophic.

"What is I did the trials or traded my soul-"

Cas shook his head. "You and Sam where once the most valuable thing to hell, you still are. But now they have someone to use against you, other than each other."

"This is utter bull!" Dean growled, his empty glass hitting the table hard.

"Dad it's fine" Nichole said looking over at him, everyone was so worked up when they didn't need to be, in her opinion.

"No Nicky! This is frigging anything but fine!"

"So I don't have my soul anymore is it really so bad?"

"Yes!" Everyone in the room said at the same time.

Austin grabbed Nichole's shoulders shaking her. "You cannot live without your soul, it's what make's you who you are."

"Not to mention if you die without a soul in your body you'll be sent into the in between." Cas added.

"Like purgatory?" Sam always the book worm.

The angel nodded. "Once you die in purgatory, there is nothing in heaven or hell that could bring you back, you would just be gone."

Nichole shrugged. "Then I do the dumb trials and get it back."

"No. Hell no."

"Dad you're not happy with how I am now, and if I stay like this I go to some unwakeable version of hell. If me getting my soul back is going to make all these go away then fine."

"No it's not fine. That test is designed for you to fail. Lucifer will not allow you to win."

"There is only one way to find out."

Dean closed the distance between him and his daughter, his pointer finger directed at her. "Get over it, it's not happening."

Sam's hand landed on his brother's shoulder. "Dean she can't stay soulless. They'll send someone to drag her into hell so she can become some queen of darkness."

"We can't send her blindly into hell Sam."

"I don't like it as much as you do Dean but, man if she doesn't do this, let's just face it she's not your daughter anymore."

Dean turned his finger on Cas. "You are going to figure out what every trial is and what it entails, we are sending her in with everything we can so that she actually has a chance."

The angel nodded and disappeared to do his task.

"There is a small ghost case a few towns over. " Bobby said to the boys. "No sense sitting with your thumbs up your asses pouting till Cas get's back."

Both boys nodded, accepting the papers the older hunter held out to them. The case was small time and they would be able to get in and out in less than a week.

Leaving Nichole, Austin and Bobby to research and looked through the book they had, anything that could be related to the trials of hell. Nichole flipped through the books lazily not really caring about the monsters, remedies and spells on the page in front of her.

Austin was watching her closely from his spot on the couch. He knew she didn't care about her soul coming back but he did, and he was going to make sure she was as ready as she could possibly be.

"Nicky, Can I talk to you for a sec?"

Tucking her dark brown hair behind her ear Nichole followed Austin to the front of the house.

"Why are we going outside? We're supposed to be-"

He nodded. "But you weren't really researching. I figured we might as well do something useful with you time."

She folded her arms over her chest. "Research is useful, they wouldn't have left us bored out of our minds other wise."

"Just follow me." Austin rolled his eyes, pushing the front door open and walking into the heat of the day.

After rounding the house Austin found a clear spot in the junkyard that would have to do.

"Wow cars I could have seen this from literally every window in the house."

"We're here for fight training not to look at junk cars."

A small smile crept onto Nichole's face, her hands came up to protect her face like her dad had tough her. Austin followed her lead, raising his own hands and mirrored her steps as Nichole shuffled toward him.

Nichole shot a low jab that Austin easily blocked, Austin got in a few easy hits at her arms. Nichole sped up her hits and kicks, letting her arms drop from her face as she focused on her sweeper kick. Thankfully she saw Austin's right fist going for her head and ducked, what she wasn't expecting was his left fist.

Nichole heard the crunch from her nose and felt the lot liquid drip down her face before her world went black.

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