The first chapter in the unofficial Part Two! Yay!
Well, enjoy it!
-Christianne
Nikki POV
It'd been two weeks since Sam and Dean left.
I was steadily learning more and more about my family and my abilities from the shelves full of grimoires, a Wiccan term for spell books, in the basement room. I was on the seventh one now, I blew through them easily. According to Jane's journal, I found it in her desk, she did as well; it was part of the whole 'was reincarnated with the powers of an ancient white witch' deal. I was actually learning faster than her.
Sam told me that because my soul had only been half bound to Jane's, that may have been the cause for my strangely vivid dreams and insomnia. The reason I used to work almost twenty hours a day was because I could only sleep if I was physically exhausted. Now, I started my job at CJ's at noon and went home a 2 am. It may because I was getting more sleep, but I had so much more energy.
I was wiping down a table when my phone rang. I threw my rag at Travis before I answered it, it was his turn to clean the tables before lunch anyway.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, Nikki, it's Dean."
"Oh, hi," I said, surprised. It was usually Sam who called me. It was always Sam who called me.
Sam told me that Dean was a little hesitant to the idea that they were friendly with a witch, but he was coming around. I hoped he was going to come around a little faster after I told them that rattlesnake root worked better than wolfsbane to mask a human smell when hunting werewolves.
"I-Uh-I sent you a picture, think you can take a look through your hoodoo and tell me what I come up with?"
I took my phone away from my ear, seeing that I got a text message with a picture attached. "Dean Winchester, are you asking for my help?" I asked, adding an astonished gasp at the end.
"Oh shut up," he scoffed. "Just take a look, alright?...We have no idea what we're up against."
"Yeah, yeah I'll take a look," I told him, trying to hide any worry in my voice. I worried about them, a lot.
"Call me when you find somethin'."
"Yeah, and hey, De-?" I started to ask, but he hung up.
I pouted as I closed my phone, putting it back in my pocket.
"Who was it?" Wendy asked from the counter.
"No one," I lied, grabbing the rag back from Travis.
I hadn't told Wendy or Travis that I was still in contact with Sam and Dean. One, because Wendy would scratch my eyes out for Dean's number, and two, they knew nothing about what I did in my free time.
A few hours later I was home, in the basement room with a beer, going through dusty books. The symbol Dean sent me wasn't in the huge indexes if Wiccan and supernatural symbols I had, so I had to look in almost every book that wasn't a grimoire.
I put a few books aside, specifically ones pertaining to herbs, potions and brewing. That was what was in the next grimoire and I wanted a head start. I'd read about an herb garden in Jane's journal. She listed all of what she planted, some of it wasn't even in the herb books I had.
When I finally found the symbol, I called Dean.
"Yeah?" He answered.
"Hey, Dean, it's Nikki. I found that symbol."
"'kay, what is it and how do you kill it?"
"It's a Zoroastrian symbol, a sigil for a summoning a Deava." I started, pausing to let him ask any questions he had.
"Never heard'a them."
"Yeah, well, you wouldn't have. They're old, really old. The first time they were ever recorded was over two thousand years before Christ. The name literally translates to 'demon of darkness.' From what the book says, the things are savage, animalistic. Kind'a like the pitbulls of hell."
"Anything on how to kill them?"
"Well, it says that they have to be summoned. The easiest way to do that is by making an altar, so, destroy the altar, the person controlling them wouldn't have any power over them anymore. The bad thing is that if you destroyed the altar, you take the leash of these things, they'd be set free."
"Nik, that doesn't really tell me how to gank them."
"Well it doesn't say how too!" I defended myself. "I mean, no one's even seen one of these things in over a thousand years! It doesn't even say what they look like!"
"Damn..." I heard Dean groan, I could picture him drinking a beer. "That's it?"
"Yeah...Sorry...I'll keep looking though," I assured him, I heard a grunt from the other line.
"Hey Dean?" I asked, hesitating. "Uh...W-Why didn't Sam call?"
"What? I'm not allowed to call?"
"No, it's just that you've never called me in the two weeks you guys have been gone." I said, taking a long drink of my beer as I leaned back on the bookcase behind me. There was silence for a few beats before Dean spoke.
"I called 'cause I got a dead end in my dad's journal for the symbol, thought you and your hoodoo could save me a little work."
"That didn't answer my question-and doesn't Sam usually do the research?" I asked, more confused.
"Yeah, well, he's out playing stalker."
"Playing stalker?" I repeated, confused.
"Met some girl he knew in a bar, thinks there's something up so he's following her. If you ask me, he's not thinkin' with his upstairs brain if you know what I mean." Dean said suggestively.
"Yeah, yeah Dean I know what you mean," I sighed, finishing my beer in one long swig. "Well, uh, call me if you need me to look anything else up-oh, and let me know how this goes, ok?"
"Yeah yeah yeah, bye Nikki." Dean chuckled as he hung up.
"Bye Dean." I said into my phone, even though he'd already hung up.
I sat in my basement room for a little longer, staying still as I stared at the Deava page of the book. I wasn't really thinking about the Deava, I was thinking about how Sam 'plaing stalker' shouldn't bother me as much as it did.
And, I guess I was thinking about the Deava a little. These things were seriously nasty. I felt myself growing more and more worried for Sam and Dean every passing second. Eventually I put the books back, keeping a few out, bringing them back upstairs with me. I opened my fridge, thinking about getting another beer, but decided against it.
I had weird dreams when I drank before I slept. And they were already pretty weird.