AN: Hi guys, I'm back! I know I was gone for a while but school has been crazy. London is crazy. I still don't know what the heck I'm going here. But thanks so much to the guest who reviewed my last chapter! Reviews make me so happy!
I'm going to pose my question again: do you all think i'm focusing too much on Nicole and not enough on Sam and Dean? let me know!
Nicole could tell that something was up from the moment the two men trying to chat her up starting shooting each other loaded looks and buying her drink after drink. She knew they expected her to be nice drunk by now so she played into the part, giggling and stumbling as she kept sipping on her drink. Every few minutes she would look across the bar and make sure that Sam and Dean were still paying attention and halfway through the night she was pleased to see that the two girls who had been hanging around Dean had moved on.
As midnight drew nearer, Nicole decided it was time to make her move. From the case files, it seemed like the other girls had been snatched when they were walking home after spending the night hanging out at Tom's, so that's what Nicole was going to do as well. She almost pulled her phone out to text Dean and tell him she was walking home, but with her admirers watching her like a hawk, she didn't want to risk it. She was sure that Sam and Dean would notice her exit anyways.
After agreeing to accept one more drink for the road, Nicole stumbled her way out of the bar and started walking in the direction of their motel. She hadn't gotten more than a few blocks however, when she started to feel woozy. The world started to spin in front of her and she could barely put one foot in front of the other. Shaking her head in an attempt to clear it, she tried to open her purse to get out her phone.
As she tried to get the zipper open with numb fingers she cursed to herself. "Those sons of bitches put something in that last drink. I'm going to kill them when this wears off."
Just as she was about to finally get her purse unzipped, two arms wrapped around her from the back and a large black sedan pulled up next to her, it's tires sending gravel flying as it screeched to a stop. Nicole's first instinct was to throw her attacker off and run for it, even if she couldn't get too far in her addled state, but despite her initial panic, she remembered that this was part of the plan and after a feeble struggle, she slumped into the arms of her attacker, pretending the drug had a much stronger effect on her than it actually did.
"Help me get her in the trunk," the man holding her up called to the driver of the car and Nicole immediately recognized his voice as one of the men from the bar. Internally she cheered, congratulating herself on picking up on their shady behavior and being right about it.
As the second man came around to grab her legs, Nicole let her head loll to the side. She was pretty sure these men had give her roofies, which she had studied class. It was clear to her that even though the drugs made her dizzy and impaired her coordination, it was nothing to what they would do to a human. If she was human, she would be unconscious by now, so that's what she pretended to be.
As she was lowered into the trunk, Nicole hear the second man grunt and say "Johnny's gonna like this one. Look at her legs," and then it was slammed closed on top of her.
Immediately, Nicole reached for her purse. The men hadn't bothered to take it off her body, assuming she was too unconscious to make any phone calls. Their mistake, she thought to herself. Her fingers, still feeling numb, had trouble with the zipper again, but she managed to get it open in the dark and fish her phone out. The light from her phone screen made her wince, but after a few tries she successfully dialed Dean's number.
He answered almost immediately. "Nicole?" He shouted into the phone, "Are you okay?"
"Shhh…" she whispered back. "Don't shout. Sensitive ears. And a headache." Nicole was slightly worried as her voice came out more mumbled than she intended.
"You sound terrible," Dean commented, "what happened?"
"Those motherfuckers roofied me," she explained, "they think I'm unconscious in the trunk of their car right now so they didn't take my phone off of me. I don't think they work the same on vampires. I just feel funny."
She heard Dean curse and then some white noise came over the phone line.
"Nicole?" Sam's was now on the line, "Dean's driving. Talk to me."
"Sammy, I think it's safe to say that these are just some human assholes. I don't think a werewolf or whatever would need roofies."
"I think you're right," Sam chuckled, "But at least we're gonna stop them."
"Is my watch working?" Nicole asked.
"Yeah, were following you right now."
"Sam, you can't come in right away," Nicole said, remembering the third man she heard them mention.
"Um… Why not?" Sam questioned.
"Because there's a third guy and it sounded like he was the leader. You have to wait for him to get there so we can get all of them," Nicole explained.
"I don't know if that's a good idea…" Sam trailed off, and Nicole heard Dean shout, "Fuck that!" from the other side of the car.
"I'm serious! These drugs are already wearing off. I can easily beat the crap out of some out of shape middle aged guys, and it doesn't sound like they do anything without this Johnny guys permission anyways."
After a little more persuading, Sam and eventually Dean gave in, and agreed to let Nicole stay in alone until the third guy arrived. Sam put Nicole on speaker phone so that he and Dean could keep talking to her while they drove farther and farther outside of Piedmont.
"You know, if I was claustrophobic, this would really freaking suck," Nicole mused and even Dean had to chuckle at that.
When the car began to slow, Nicole reluctantly hung up her phone and stowed it back in her purse. The trunk opened above her after they parked and Nicole faced away from them, pretending to still be under the influence of whatever they drugged her with.
"Up you get, princess," one of them chuckled darkly and yanked her up by her arms. Nicole let them support most her of weight as she stumbled her way the cabin they had parked in front of. Scanning around her as best she could without being too obvious, Nicole saw nothing but endless grass plains in either direction. No other houses and no signs of civilization. These men had the perfect hide out, because even if any one escaped, there was no where to run to for help.
Nicole let herself be led into the cabin and thrown roughly on the couch. The men hadn't bothered with masks and didn't seem worried about protecting their identities, which made Nicole think that they didn't plan for her to live long enough to leave this house. She would bet anything that the 3 other girls who had gone missing before they got here were already dead. With that realization in mind, Nicole couldn't resist kicking the man in the groin who attempted to stroke her face, even if it gave away the fact that she wasn't under the control of their drugs anymore.
"Oh look at this, a feisty one. I don't think we put enough party time in your drink." He turned and shouted to his partner, "bring me some zip ties and call Johnny and tell him to hurry up. The drugs didn't work on this one."
10 minutes later, Nicole found herself handcuffed with plastic zip ties and thrown into a bed room without her phone to wait for whoever Johnny was. Unable to sit still, she paced around the room, wondering where Sam and Dean were at that moment and how long it would take them to get there once Johnny arrived because clearly they couldn't park anywhere near the house with nothing but grassland as camouflage.
Finally, Nicole's pacing was interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door opening and she turned to see the bartender from Tom's walk in. "You're Johnny?" she asked, her mouth falling open in shock.
"Hello again," he said, casually, striding towards her. "Olly tells me the usual dosage didn't work on you. This is going to be really interesting," he said, and without warning, he lunged forward and shoved her to the floor. Taken by surprise, Nicole went sprawling on to the floor and hurried to push herself into a sitting position.
Johnny kneeled down in front of her and reached out a hand to stroke her hair. Nicole cringed away, but he grabbed a handful of it anyways. Feeling her wig slide sideways on her head, Nicole stared at her captor waiting for him to react.
"What the hell?" he murmured, pulling harder on the wig, his mouth dropping open in shock as it slid sideways off her head, revealing her sun-streaked brown hair.
"Where are the other girls?" Nicole asked, dropping all pretenses.
"You a cop?" Johnny asked, grabbing her by the face.
"Answer my question and I'll answer yours," she said more bravely than she felt.
"Guess it doesn't matter what I tell you because I'm going to kill you anyways… Even though you aren't my type," he said, jerking her head to the side to examine her brown hair. "You'll do. Just like the other's did. And you'll end up buried out back with them too."
Johnny was so close to Nicole now she could feel his breath on her face.
"Not if I kill you first," she whispered, unable to contain her anger. In the other room, She heard Sam and Dean burst through the door and the shouts of the other two men as they began to fight.
Johnny turned towards the door and while he was distracted, Nicole slammed her head forward, smashing it into his nose which immediately began to bleed.
Scrambling to her feet, Nicole kicked him in the ribs where he lay on the ground holding his face in pain. "And no, I'm not a cop. I'm worse." She said, letting her fangs descend. Johnny got one glimpse of them and had a moment to scream out in horror before Nicole kicked him once more in the head, knocking him out cold.
Breathing deeply, Nicole took in the unconscious man in front of her and wanted nothing more than to keep kicking the shit out of him for the 3 girls he murdered before her, but the smell of his blood hit her like a tsunami and she had to clap her hands over her mouth and nose.
Panicking, Nicole backed into the corner of the room and squeezed her eyes shut. She'd never felt anything so strong as the desire to feed was in that moment. Sinking to the floor, she tried to distract herself and held her breath, hoping that would lessen her hunger. It didn't.
She was about a half second away from putting her fist through the window and jumping out of it to get away from the blood when the door to the bedroom flew off it's hinges, obviously having been kicked in by one of the brothers.
"Nikki!" Dean was through the door first, calling out for her.
She tried to call back, but her voice was muffled by her hands which she was terrified to take away from her mouth. Dean spotted her in the corner anyways and ran to her side. Pulling her to her feet, he grabbed her forearms, looking her over.
"Are you okay? Did they do anything to you?"
"I'm fine, they didn't hurt me," she quickly explained, finally daring to lower her hands, "but Dean… The blood."
Without another word, Dean marched her outside into the cool night air and finally got around to cutting the zip ties off her wrists. Dean kept Nicole's wrists in his grasp and gently rubbed where the zip ties had dug into her. Half of Nicole melted at the sweet gesture, but a larger part of her wanted to show both the bothers that she was fine and didn't need to be babied.
Pulling her hands out of Dean's hold, Nicole reached up and began to unbraid her hair so she had something to occupy her hands and Dean wouldn't see them shake. "I'm good," she said by way of an explanation, "but I think you are bleeding." Nicole sniffed the air and took a step back from Dean.
"What?" Dean followed Nicole's gaze to his forearm and noticed the tear is in shirt sleeve was tinged in red. "Meh," he shrugged his shoulders, "it's just a scratch."
"Let me look, I'm basically a doctor," she said with a wink, but Dean froze holding his arm to his chest.
"You sure that a good idea?" He asked, eyeing her warily.
Taking a deep breath, Nicole closed her eyes and slowly exhaled. "It's just a little bit of blood, nothing compared to inside. I'll be okay," she told him.
A few moments later, Sam rejoined them. "They're all tied up inside and thanks to an anonymous tip phoned in to the police, they should be going away for a very long time."
Nicole looked viciously back at the house. "Vampires, demons, and werewolves aren't the only terrible monsters in the world," she muttered and Sam slung an arm around her shoulder.
"They won't be hurting anyone else, thanks to you," he assured her, "now let's go get out of here."
AN: Please review! And if anyone wants to help me write a new summary for this story I'd be so grateful! Thanks for reading :]