Nikki POV
I sat silently in the back of the Impala, flipping through my next grimoire with the demon index open in my lap. I'd found an exorcism in the grimoire, but I wasn't sure if it could handle something as big as this demon. I was also comparing spells, incantations and potions from the grimoire to the index to see what they could take down. I was basically looking for anything that might help.
"Ok, you gotta say something," Dean said suddenly, making me look up. "You've barely said a damn word!"
I just shrugged. "I'm looking for anything about demons." I told him. I saw Sam staring at me in the passenger side mirror. I shrugged at him. "I don't wanna be dead weight to you guys."
"Ok, enough'a that!" Dean snapped. "You're not dead weight. If you were, we would'a put your ass on the first bus back to Pennsylvania!"
I rolled my eyes at him. "Like you could make me get a bus." I mumbled, making Sam snicker, he quickly hide it with a cough.
Dean pulled off the main road, following his dad's truck onto the shoulder of the road. John got out quickly, Dean and Sam did the same. I opened my door and leaned on the car's frame, hanging back.
"Damn it!" John cursed as he slammed his door.
"What is it?" Dean asked quickly.
"Son of a bitch!" John cussed again, hitting the back fender of his truck.
"What is it?" Dean demanded again as he walked towards his father.
"I just got a call from Caleb." John said.
"Is he ok?" Dean asked; going from frustrated, to worried.
I sent Sam a questioning look. "Caleb's an old hunter friend." He mumbled to me under his breath. I nodded, understanding the situation better.
"He's fine," John said, seemingly brushing it off. "Jim Murphy's dead."
Both boys seemed shocked. "Pastor Jim?" Sam asked, as if it wouldn't be real unless he asked. John nodded. "How?" Sam asked, still shocked. I'm guessing Pastor Jim's another hunter friend.
"Throat was slashed." John said flatly. I gasped quietly. "He bled out. Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place."
"Sulfur...A demon." I thought out loud, making Sam and Dean look at me, John clenched his jaw and glared.
"The demon?" Sam asked, understanding the look I got from him.
"Not sure." John said with a slight shoulder shrug. "Could be he just got careless. He slipped up. Maybe the demon knows we're getting close."
"What do you want to do?" Dean asked, sounding like a soldier waiting for orders.
...Soldier...
"Now, we act like every second counts." John said. "There's two hospitals and a health center in this county. We split up. We cover more ground. I want records; I want a list of every infant that's gonna be 6 months old in the next week."
"Dad that could be dozens of kids." Sam said. "How the hell are we gonna know which ones the right one?"
"We'll check them all. That's how." John snapped at his son. "You got any better ideas?"
Sam glared at his father, then got back in the Impala, slamming the door. I got in too, shutting the door normally. I leaned forward, resting my chin on the space between the driver's and passenger's seats.
"Are you ok?" I asked, wondering if I should ask. Sam nodded, staring at his lap. He looked up and I sat back when Dean got in and slammed his foot on the gas.
"You two got the Salvation Iowa Medical Center," Dean said as we drove. I nodded, shoving the grimoire into my backpack.
"You guys think you can figure out a ride back?" Dean asked as we got out of the Impala in front of the Medical center. I looked at Sam, who nodded.
I walked into the medical center next to Sam, my backpack slung over my shoulder like Sam.
"I'm gonna let you talk," I sighed as I pushed the door open.
Sam chuckled, but nodded. "Ok." I gave him an annoyed look that made him laugh more. "You know, your nose scrunches up when you do that." He told me.
"What? No ti doesn't!" I challenged, pausing to look in the reflection of the second set of glass doors into the medical building and made the same face I'd just given him. "Huh, never noticed that."
"It does that when you laugh, too," he pointed out as we walked up to the desk. I looked at him annoyed, then quickly looked away, making him laugh again.
"Why'd you have to point that out?" I snapped before he went to talk (lie) to the receptionist, still chuckling.