Two chapters on the same day? Wow! xD
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Nikki
She was starting to get the hang of this. The punching bag was well used now. They had been taking these work-out sessions more seriously than ever; especially after getting the knowledge of Nikki's grace and that she had to be the one wielding Michael's Archangel Blade. She had been training almost every single day.
They couldn't afford not to take this seriously. Nikki freaked out on regular basis, trying to hide it from the others of course. But somehow Dean always knew when she needed a break from it all. He would just give her a nod when she exited the room they were in or when she suddenly went for a walk.
They did a lot of research on everything that had to do with Michael and the blade. And of course it was research about Raphael. And it was a lot of information. She needed time to process it.
So here she was, going crazy at a punching bag. She stopped to take a breath and turned to get some water. Just as she turned, Dean was right in front of her, holding a bottle of water. She could see he had changed into a grey t-shirt and sweatpants.
"Here, don't go dehydrated on us" he said.
She just rolled her eyes, and took the bottle from him. "How about we take a sparring session? You could use the practice."
He looked at her, knowing that they had been circling around each other since the kiss almost two weeks ago. She seemed to make up her mind, nodding. At least he's talking to me. I just want us to be okay again, without the awkwardness, she thought. "Okay, you go first" he said.
They went on like that for at least an hour. Him giving her advice, showing Nikki a few moves and where to hit to do most damage. She actually got to him a couple of times and she felt she started to get the hang of it.
Then suddenly he knocked her feet away from under her, and she fell to the ground with a loud thump. "Dammit!" she yelled. Lying on the ground she wanted to give up. She was exhausted. All the bones in her body felt like jelly and she couldn't find the strength to set up her face for him. But she didn't want him to know how tired she was.
She struggled her way into a sitting position, looking up at him. Dean just looked back at her, smirking but also a bit worried.
"Tired, huh? You know, I almost believed you, telling me that you weren't tired. You must have been in here for two hours before I came out here. Let's go inside, babe"
She took his outreached hand and he pulled her up. With that motion, she almost stumbled over her own feet, and he caught her by the waist before she fell down again. "You okay, babe? Don't go at this too hard, there is a middle way you know." She looked into his eyes, and got lost there.
How long they stayed like that, she didn't know. Suddenly she was aware of how sticky and probably smelly she was. He brushed his thumb over her cheek, and she could see his eyes drop to her mouth. She licked her dry lips, and his eyes jumped up to hers again. What she saw in his eyes confused her to the point where she raised her eyebrows at him in question. She saw concern, anger, pain and a small flame of lust.
He drew a breath, looking torn between wanting to step away from her or closer to her. "Nikki, I can't do this. We can't do this."
When she just looked at him, he continued;" This thing, whatever it is between us. We can't do this. What if it blows up in our face, I can't worry about you when we're on a hunt. This" he pointed back and forth between them "makes us vulnerable while hunting. We have to be on the top of our game, focused and ready for anything. We just..I can't risk losing more people I care about then I already have."
She frowned, a bit shocked over his honesty. And she felt her stomach drop, fighting the urge to scream in frustration. Like we don't have more between us than that already, she thought.
"And we live together, in the same house. And if it doesn't work out, then what? We have been around each other for some time now, and I like you and I consider you a good friend."
Friend? Really? He just thought of her as a friend? Crap. But at the same time, what if it doesn't work out? Nikki shook her head, sighing. "You're right. We've barely just kissed right? And I understand what you mean about when we're hunting and.." She looked at him, leaning her forehead against his. "Can't jeopardize the peace in the house or our lives when hunting right?" She smiled and closed her eyes as he did the same. She felt like crying. Why? She needed sleep. And a long shower.
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Dean
He had to be honest with her. He couldn't afford seeing more of his friends die. Although he didn't have many, the ones he had he cared deeply about.
All he could think about during their sparring was how fast she was. And how damned good she smelled, even sweaty. He could see how exhausted she was, and stubborn. He liked that about her, the stubbornness was a good thing to have in this life. Never give up.
But she needed rest. And all he wanted to do was carry her inside and put her to bed. Her bed, of course. Then he would leave. Yepp..definitely.
He heard himself saying she was a good friend. Friends, yeah, that's what she is. If I can just stop wanting to kiss her, and stop wanting to put her legs around his waist and..
Nikki interrupted his thoughts saying that they'd barely kissed. Barely kissed? I can't stop thinking about it! Dammit woman! But then again, I'm here playing the friend-card.
He smiled at her last comment and tilted his head to lean his forehead against hers. He liked it when she did that. It was so simple, so gentle.
She didn't want to jeopardize the peace, she said. Oh well, at least she was agreeing to what he was saying. Because he meant it, he couldn't risk it. It wouldn't work out.
He was scared out of his mind to think about losing her. And he was a hundred percent sure he would fuck up in a relationship. He'd done too much shit in his life, and he always fucked up in the end. Dean closed his eyes. He didn't deserve a girl like this, and he knew it.
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Jenny
Four days of work had paid off, and the attic was looking quite nice. Sure, there were still a ton of things to do, but for now she needed to focus on the whole suddenly-I'm-a-computer-expert thing. Jenny was quite certain she would manage, however.
She decided to call Jody to ask if she was willing to help them with the Archangel Blade-operation, and the sheriff had just agreed when Crowley appeared behind her, placing his hands on her hips.
Crowley let his hands slide up her sides, making her breath hitch. "Uh, alright, thank you, Jody, that's really great. Um, yeah, I appreciate it."
Jody sounded puzzled on the other end. "Are you alright?"
Crowley was now in the process of kissing her neck, and Jenny was having a real hard time concentrating. "What? Oh, yes, I'm fine, honestly. I'm just..I have to go. Thanks again." Crowley was making a trail of kisses, and had just reached the sensitive skin under ear, causing a whole new level of goose bumps and a shiver run through her. Jenny tried to move, so she could concentrate, but the demon would not have it. Considering he could bench press two tons, she gave up and decided to try to end the conversation quickly. "I will call you with details later. Or, you could come by the house later today? We are-oh!" Crowley let his hands slide onto her belly, brushing the sides of her breasts in the process. "No, ah, it's nothing. Like I said, we are p-putting the final details into the p-plan then. Uh, later today. Oh, I already told you that. I got to go, t-thanks, Jody."
The sheriff agreed to come by later, and Jenny hung up. She spun around and took a step back to find a smirking demon, obviously very pleased with himself. "Crowley! Honestly!"
He put on his most innocent expression. "What? I just wanted to say hello to my girlfriend."
Jenny's annoyance vaporized in an instant, and she raised an eyebrow at him. "Girlfriend, is it?"
He raised an eyebrow back. "Is it not?"
She stepped forward and placed a kiss on his lips. "It definitely is."
"I am glad we agree." Crowley placed his hands on her waist and took a step, making her walk backwards. She ended up walking backwards until they reached her desk, and he looked at it. "Do you know why I like this part of the desk the best?" She shook her head, and he continued. "Because it is empty. Do you know what I would place there to make it even better?"
She shook her head, giving him a bemused smile. "I have no idea, I'm afraid. What would you place on it?"
Narrowing his eyes, he gave her a wicked smile. "You, lover. Preferably without your knickers."
Oh dear god. He was killing her again. And breathing was completely out of the question when he grabbed her by the hips and promptly placed her on the desk. Putting a hand on each of her knees, he spread her legs and stepped in between them.
His breath tickled on her neck when he spoke. "Breathe, love." He slid his hands up her thighs, making her involuntary gasp. "You will need to breathe to scream my name. And I guarantee you will."
Was it possible to give someone an orgasm, just by talking to them? She was starting to think that to be very possible.
His hands were on her thighs, and he slid them up to her hips, brushing over the naked skin of her belly before stopping at the button of her jeans. His breath tickled her again when he whispered in her ear. "I said I wanted you without your knickers, did I not? I want you naked."
He unbuttoned the first button on her jeans, and tugged her jeans a bit with the movement, causing her to moan. He smiled at her. "That's it, love. Keep it up." He unbuttoned the rest of her buttons, and cocked his head at her. "Now, lover, the clothes need to go."
He pulled her jumper and t-shirt over her head, leaving her in her bra, before giving her a wicked grin. "Be a good girl and lie back, will you?" Even if she didn't want to be a good girl, she had no choice, because he placed his palm oh her chest, pushing her backwards until she was on her back on the desk. Next, he slid his hands up her thighs and took a hold of her jeans, and before she could even think, he had pulled it off her. He continued with her socks before placing his hands on her thighs again, making her moan from the feeling of skin against skin.
"You are absolutely stunning, love." His words along with the feeling of his hands moving towards the more sensitive areas made her shiver, and he chuckled. Leaning over, he kissed her belly, and the feeling of his tongue along with his warm lips as he moved up her body made her arch her back. "Ah, you are so..responsive. You drive me crazy, love."
What? She was driving him crazy? He had obviously no idea what he was talking about, because she was the one going crazy. She was barely able to think, and he hadn't even touched her in any particularly sensitive spot yet. He took hold of her hands, pulling her up, before moving his hands to her back, deftly removing her bra. "There we go. Now, how do you feel about this?" His hand moved from her back and slid over her skin on the way, until his thumb brushed over her nipple.
She was never going to able to think again, she was sure. "Crowley.."
He moved his other hand as well, now lightly touching her breasts, brushing her nipples from time to time, making her moan every time. "Yes, love?"
"You are driving me insane."
"That's the plan, love."
"Crowley, please."
"Impatient, are we? I'll show you what I do with impatient women." His hand, finally, slid over her body, until it stopped on her knickers. "Do you want me to touch you, love?"
She gave a breathy moan. "Yes. God, yes. Please."
He chuckled. "Very well. Like this?" His thumb brushed over her knickers, and she threw her head back. "Or this?" His index finger slid inside the crotch of her knickers, and the feeling of his finger just brushing over the bare skin of her sex almost made her come. "How about we get the knickers off, hmm?"
She couldn't agree more, and promptly lay back, making him chuckle. "Good girl." He pulled off her knickers and she realised she was completely naked in front of him although he was still fully dressed. It should have made her feel uncomfortable, but she found she didn't care.
His fingers brushed over the soft skin on her belly, before he leaned over to place a kiss on her belly button. He kept her occupied thinking about the way his tongue were driving her insane, and was not prepared for the finger he slid inside her. "Oh, God!"
He chuckled. "No, darling. I'm The King of Hell. But thank you."
His finger slid out and moved up her sex, making her moan loudly, and her moans turned to frustrated sounds when he stopped just before he reached her clit. "Please, Crowley..please."
He cocked his head at her. "Please what, love?"
"Please just touch me!"
"Oh, I plan to, love. You will not be able to think when I am done with you."
And there it was. His hand. His fingers. Touching her. And with one circling motion of his hand, she crashed into an all-consuming orgasm that made her arch her back and claw on the surface of the desk. And Crowley was keeping his promise, because she was already screaming his name.
She was just coming down from her high when she heard a snap of his fingers. She opened her eyes, and there he was, all naked, and all..wicked demon.
He gazed at her with glittery eyes. "Are you ready for more, love?"
When she nodded eagerly, he chuckled and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk. Gazing at her again, he slid a finger along her sex. "Christ, I want you, lover."
He entered her with a firm thrust, making her back arch invulnerability as she moaned his name. "Crowley, oh god, Crowley!"
He started to move, and she lost complete track of the world. All she could think about was him, the way he felt inside of her, and how she hoped this was a thing she would be experiencing more often. Rather very often. He was holding her by the hips, and every time he thrust, he hit a spot in her that made her climb higher and higher.
He sped up, and she could hear small sounds of pleasure coming from him as well, making her almost completely lose her mind. She felt one of his hands move from her hip, and in the next moment it was there, on her clit, circling, teasing, killing her, quite frankly. He was completely right when he said she would not be able to think. Her brain was not aware of what she was doing when she arched her back, clawed the desk, and chanted Crowley's name like it was the only thing keeping her sane.
Oh god. He was going to make her come. Again. "Crowley.."
"What, love?"
"I'm going to..I can't..it's..I can't think."
"That was the intention. Now, let go, sweetheart."
She did. And Crowley kept his promise to make her scream his name.
She was just catching her breath when he spoke again. "I want to kiss you, lover." In the next moment she was lifted in his arms, and he kissed her softly before whispering in her ear. "Do you know what is going to happen now, love?" She shook her head and he continued. "I'm about to carry you to bed, shag your brains out until we both are out of breath and you are unable to walk, and then I will let you sleep. For a bit. But I intend to get between your legs again tonight, preferably several times. Sounds alright to you?"
That sounded completely alright to her, and she grinned at him. "Very alright."
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Nikki – the next day
She was nervously pacing around the room. It was happening today. Today was the day they would get the Archangel Blade. In just a few hours, actually. Not to forget that she was driving.
The plan was looking good, though. They had spent quite a lot of time on it, and they were ready. As ready as they would ever be, at least.
Nikki went through the plan in her head for probably the thirtieth time.
Jenny had gone all Agent-double-o-seven on the whole thing, and every single one of them would be wearing ear pieces to keep everyone updated on what was going on, and know if something went wrong.
Sam and Dean would be wearing button-hole cameras, and a live-stream could be accessed through a secure webpage. Nikki could even access it through her phone, something she was very happy about.
Because she would be driving. This freaked her out a bit, but having a getaway-driver would probably be a good idea. Not to mention that she could heal if something went wrong.
Sheriff Jody Mills would be casually driving around in close proximity of the security-system company's building, looking for any unwanted activity. She would have her police-radio as well, and would know if the police got involved.
Jenny would, of course, be behind her computer, controlling the surveillance-system.
They were ready. Or so Nikki hoped.
Dean interrupted her pacing, with knocking on her door, asking if she wanted to play a bit with her throwing-daggers. Nikki happily agreed.
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"No, like this." Dean did a swift movement with his arm.
Nikki rolled her eyes. "Yeah, thanks, that was great. Now, maybe you could show me the version visible for the human eye?"
Dean laughed. "Aw, don't be mad, angel light. But yeah, sure."
After a few attempts of imitating his movement, Nikki sighed. "When you explain it like that, it sounds like I need to develop a new joint between my elbow and wrist."
Dean smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. "On the eight day, angel-light created the forearm-joint, and the world lost their shit."
Narrowing her eyes, Nikki pointed at him. "I'll create a forearm-joint just for you if you don't lose that smirk like right now."
He grinned, but held up his hands in defeat. "Okay, okay. Just don't smite-light me." Nikki made a furious sound through her nose, and Dean laughed. "Alright, I'll stop. Seriously. Let's try a different approach."
Nikki's heart went almost ballistic when Dean stepped behind her and placed his hands on her hips. "Alright, now, this leg-" He slid his hand down her left leg, resting it on the side of her thigh. "Needs to be slightly behind the right leg." He pulled a bit on her leg to make her move. Her brain finally realised what he was trying to do, and relaxed her leg to let him guide her. "Great. And then-" His hand moved from her thigh to her waist, leaving a fiery trail in its wake. "Your body should be angled like this."
Although the world had not lost their shit, Nikki was sure she was about to. Or her mind. Especially when Dean gripped her waist and hip to angle her body, because suddenly they were so close that she felt the heat coming from his body.
He continued, but his voice sounded somewhat strangled. "Uh, yeah, and then your arm needs to move like this." He took his hand and moved with her, showing her the correct motion. His body was now flush against hers, and her heart almost stopped when she felt Dean's breath on her neck.
Nikki was quite sure she had gotten the hang of the throw five minutes later, but had no intention of saying so. She was quite sure Dean also felt that she would have been able to manage by herself, but he still spent another five minutes showing her. Tweaking her body slightly by placing his hands on her hips, waist, thighs, or arms. Nikki's skin was a chaotic spider-web of fiery trails when he finally let her go.
Nikki was sure of one thing. She would never forget how to properly throw a dagger.
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Crowley
He was fascinated, watching the bossy little woman behind the desk. She was suddenly all business, and he had gotten a finger pointed in his face and an ultimatum; either he left right away, or behave himself. He had promised to behave himself, so now he was sitting next to her at the desk. And he was definitely fascinated. How she could possibly keep track on everything, he had no idea.
She had three monitors connected to her one computer, and a fourth one to her second computer. The second computer had not been there yesterday when he was here. That space had been empty, actually. At first, that was. Crowley smirked at the memory, feeling quite pleased with himself. He remembered how she arched her back, and the sound she made when he- Alright, he had to stop thinking about that, and be rather quick about it, considering the stirring it caused in his body. He quickly switched his mind over to something else while inwardly scolding himself. When did he turn into a bloody hormonal teenager? Bloody humanity, he thought, before turning his attention back to the bossy creature that was the sole cause of his world turning upside-down.
He watched her fingers dance across the keyboard, and suddenly two images popped up. "Alright, we are up and running, people. The camera-stream is working. I can see you. And I can hear you. Although, if they should fail at some point, remember you have-"
Dean's face had suddenly appeared on one of the videos. Dean's somewhat offended face. "Yeah, yeah. The extra earpieces that you connected to the phone Sam has in his pocket. We remember, Jenny. You even made us bring the friggin blueprints to the house. Believe me, we remember." Crowley laughed, and Dean pointed a finger at the camera. "Hey, douchebag! We can hear you! Shut your piehole!"
He was about to retort, but Jenny pressed a button on the keyboard and turned to him with an amused face. "I muted the microphone. They can't hear us now. I'll switch microphones, though. It's too sensitive with more than one person in the room." She leaned over and kissed him. "I am glad you are here. I feel calmer with you here."
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Jenny
They were closing in on the house now, and Jenny's heart rate was alarmingly high as she watched the video stream. Hearing a quiet 'good luck' from Nikki, she watched as they left the car and approached the house. Go-time.
Jenny had never done this kind of thing under so much pressure before, and was praising her ability to multitask. She was probably going to make us of that ability for the next thirty minutes.
Everything was uneventful at first. Jenny shut off the security camera's live feed, and replaced it with a one-minute loop she recorded as they approached. Thomas Miller was away on business until tomorrow, so the house was quiet.
Jenny watched them as they silently walked through the house until they reached a door that looked much stronger than the rest. The basement. "Alright, like we talked about, the basement is heavily guarded. I am able to override it, but only for five minutes. Six at the most. After that, everything down there will lock down, and fingerprint-confirmation is needed to unlock anything. Are you ready?"
Dean leaned down and looked directly into the camera Sam had on his jacket. "Ready as we'll ever be. Do it."
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Jenny was sure she was not the only one with her heart almost pounding its way out of her chest while watching the two men walk around the basement. They had picked up a few items to take with them as well, trying to at least cover up somewhat that it was the blade they were after specifically. Jenny was still facepalming from the fact that they had all gone into that lady's shop and asked all kinds of questions, and then plan to steal the thing right afterwards. Just genius.
She checked the timer. "Three minutes, guys."
"Yeah, stress us more, will you?" Jenny could actually hear Dean's clenched jaw, and did not retort. There was no doubt he was just as stressed, probably more when she thought about it, as her.
"Dean, look." Sam turned around, and his camera stopped on a shelf.
Jenny froze. "Yes! There it is! The one in the middle in all metal, looking somewhat like a spear!"
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The mood was cheerful when Sam and Dean reached the front door and stepped outside. Just to be faced with three men. One of them being Thomas Miller. A Thomas Miller with glowing eyes. "Hey! What the hell are you doing in my house?!"
Dean cleared his throat. "Uh, well.."
Jenny thought for a moment. "They are shifters. Their eyes are glowing."
Nikki was the one to reply. "I have silver bullets. I'm going there."
Clenching her fists, Jenny nodded even if she knew Nikki didn't see it. "Okay. Be careful."
Suddenly all hell broke loose when one of the shapeshifters cried out and went down. And Jenny could see Nikki from a distance.
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Nikki
The first shifter went down, and Nikki had a moment of wow-I-shoot-like-a-pro before Thomas Miller turned towards her with a furious look on his face. She didn't even have time to aim at him before he was there, and she got slammed to the ground. Trying not to panic, she did everything she could remember from all her training, but the friggin man was too strong. So she panicked.
Thomas Miller screamed when Nikki got hold of his head, and a white, bright light flashed from her hands. She just stayed there, frozen on spot, clutching the head of an unmoving Mr Miller.
Jenny's voice snapped her out of it. "Jody says someone has called the police. You got to go!"
And so they did. Sam or Dean, she didn't know, had killed the last shifter, so they ran.
The mood was back to being cheerful when they were in the car a few minutes later. Nikki heard Jenny's amused voice. "So, Nikki got two shifters, how about you, boys? How many did you kill?"
Sam looked amused, but Dean just grumbled something. Ah, so Sam had been the one to kill the last shifter.
Jenny's voice could be heard again, but this time she was obviously not talking to them. "No, what.. No, you can't have my microphone! Crowley- Goddammit, Crowley! No!" Jenny broke out in a hysteric fit of laughter. "Stop-STOP tickling me, you wretched demon! No!"
There was a slight pause, before said wretched demon spoke. "I just wanted to congratulate you on a well-executed job. Especially you, squirrel. Brilliant work, opening those two doors. Just masterly." He paused a second. "I am mistaken, or so I am told. I apologise. Three. Three doors. Thumbs up to you, squirrel. And moose, nice work on finding the Archangel Blade and killing the shifter. And last, but definitely not least, princess, heroine of the day. How far away were you, shooting that shifter straight in the heart? Oh, and I was not aware you could smite someone. Splendid- No, woman, you cannot have your microphone back. Leave me be." Some strangled noises from a very displeased Jenny could be heard as Crowley spoke again. "Again, nice work on those three doors, squirrel, honestly. The operation could never have been done without you, I'm sure."
Nikki couldn't take it anymore and broke down in a complete fit of laughter. She was still laughing when they got home.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: For some reason the characters thought it was a good idea to wait until Thomas Miller got home, and then break into his house. I had nothing to do with it. Honestly.
