AN: Hi everyone, I'm sorry that this one took so long to post... If you read my previous ANs you;d know that this was my move week and it was insane. I finally am getting past the jet lag and I'm all settled into my new apartment and trying to figure life on the other side of the ocean all by myself out. So far i'm loving London, but I really miss my family back in the states. I have another chapter written that Iwill post ASAP. Please read the AN at the bottom and review! Love you all!
When Friday night rolled around, Nicole set Dean's phone up with the access code to her runners watch so that he could track her via GPS just in case the kidnappers, or whatever they were, tossed her cell phone. They went ahead of her to the bar to get a table with a good view of the entire place, leaving Nicole to get ready in the hotel by herself.
Digging through her bag, Nicole managed to unearth a clubbing dress she had thrown into the bottom on a whim when she was packing. Deciding against wearing her heels, just in case she had to run or fight, Nicole slipped on her black flats to match the black dress she was wearing. She turned to survey herself in the crappy motel bathroom. She had on a tight cap-sleeved black dress, with beading around the collar. She did her make up light because if this night went according to plan she'd probably be in the trunk of a car by midnight so what was the point. Adjusting the wig, Nicole cringed seeing herself with blonde hair. It did not go well with her dark complexion, but at least it brought her green eyes out.
Her phone buzzed next to her and Nicole grabbed it, opening the new message.
Dean: You coming, Princess?
Rolling her eyes, Nicole texted Dean back on her way out the door.
Nicole: On my way. Relax, Dean-o.
Walking up to the front of the bar, Nicole took a deep breath. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. She was. It was true she couldn't die, but that didn't mean things couldn't go wrong, like Sam and Dean not being able find her. She could also end up in the clutches of some supernatural creature… or even worse a vampire that fed on humans and was therefore much stronger than she was. But she had asked for this. She had fought Dean for the chance to go under cover and find out what was happening to those girls since the local police couldn't make heads or tails of their disappearances, and she would be damned if she backed out now.
Pushing the door of the bar open, Nicole shook her blonde hair over her shoulder and scanned the room. She immediately spotted Sam and Dean holding court at a table to her left with a great view of the entrance. She shook her head watching the two girls vying for Dean's attention before continuing to make her way to the bar. Squeezing her way between a couple and a group of college age guys, she flagged down the bartender and ordered herself a vodka and cranberry.
As she waited for her drink, Nicole scanned the crowd looking for anyone who looked like they didn't belong, or anyone who looked supernatural… not that she knew what supernatural looked like because she still looked like a human. The bar tender came back with her drink and gave it to her with a wink. He opened his mouth to say something to her, but Nicole just thanked him and went back to scanning the crowd. Suddenly her phone buzzed in her purse.
Dean: Fix your face, sweetheart.
Nicole: What is that supposed to mean?
Dean: Your bitch face. Intimidating girls don't get kidnapped. I'm going to need you to talk to someone or at least smile.
Nicole scoffed and made eye contact with Dean across the bar. She gave him a huge fake smile and he gave her a thumbs up. Rolling her eyes Nicole turned back to the bar and downed her whole drink. If she was going to have to smile at drunk guys and laugh at their dumb jokes all night she was going to need a whole lot more alcohol.
The bar tender made his way back to her, noticing her empty drink.
"Can I get you another one, pretty girl?" He asked, leaning on to the bar in front of her.
"Yes, please!" Nicole smiled shyly at him, trying to channel her inner Allison. By nature, she was not a girl that made things easy on men. A pick-up line and a drink were not enough to turn her head. She liked to be pursued and, sure, that did scare a lot of guys off, which explained why Allison was always the one that got hit on whenever then went out, but giggling with drunken frat brothers made her want to gouge her own eyes out. Allison was always the people pleaser and she gasped and giggled in all the right places, stoking men's egos and turning them into putty in her hands, so tonight, Nicole was going to have to act like Allison.
"You here by yourself?" The bartender asked her.
"Yup! I'm new in town."
"Really?" He looked her up and down, and Nicole noticed his eyes darken. "Well that's a shame. Pretty girl like yourself shouldn't have to be drinking alone. Let me get you another one, on the house."
Nicole eyed the glass in her hand which was still mostly full, but said thanks and accepted the drink anyways, not noticing how the bartender pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a text message underneath the bar top.
On the other side of the bar, Dean watched two guys who were at least 10 years older than Nicole chat her up and took a huge gulp of his whiskey.
"Dean, if you don't slow down you won't even be able to drive to rescue Nicole if she does get grabbed," Same said, nudging him in the arm.
Dean grunted, mostly ignoring his brother and pulled out his phone to text Nicole.
Dean: stop letting those guys buy you drinks. You can't protect yourself if you're wasted.
He saw Nicole check her phone and shoot him a sideways glace. She tapped her tongue to her incisor as if to say "hello… vampire" and Dean pursed his lips.
"So what do you think, Sammy?" Dean turned to face his brother, "Who do we like for this?"
Sam sighed and surveyed the bar, yet again. "Honestly, everyone here looks totally normal, especially since we aren't even sure what we're supposed to be on the look out for. Could just be humans, could be anything."
"That's what worries me, man. We are literally running this sting blind."
Sam eyed his brothers tense grip on his glass and the frown that had been on his face from the moment Nicole walked in the bar. "You know, Dean," He smirked at him, "You scared those girl's off earlier and they were really into you."
Dean shot Sam a glare. "Dude, we're working."
"Never stopped you before," Sam chuckled.
"But someone's life is at stake, man."
"You mean someone's life other than mine?" Sam countered with a grin.
"You know what I mean, Sam."
Sam's grin grew even broader as he took in his brother's surly appearance. "I know exactly what you mean. You mean it's different this time because the girl you like's life is at stake, but you're too big of a bigot to admit that you like her so instead you're sitting over here getting progressively more angry the longer she talks to those men." Sam could no longer contain his laughter at his brother's obvious discomfort until Dean's voice froze his blood in his veins.
"Sam, where did Nicole go?" Dean shot out of his seat in a panic. Both Nicole and the two men who had been buying her drinks had vanished. If it was just Nicole missing from the bar, Dean could have assumed that she went to the bathroom or stepped out for some air, but because those men had disappeared as well, Dean was starting to panic.
"Your phone, Dean!" Sam tried to catch his brothers attention.
"What?"
"The GPS app on your phone! Check where her watch is!"
Dean finally looked at his brother and took a deep breath. "Right."
Pulling out his phone, Dean opened up the app Nicole had installed for her running watch.
"Looks like she's down the street from here, Sammy. Let's move." Throwing some money on the table, the brothers headed out of the bar as quickly as they could without making a scene and made it out front just in time to see Nicole being shoved into the back of a van a few blocks down the road.
AN: So i've been wondering... do you think this is too much Nicole and not enough Winchesters in the story line, the other way around, or good the way it is? I write to please! Also I'm terrible at writing summaries so if anyone wants to help me write a new one,I'll llove you forever and dedicate a chapter to you! Pleas review!