Author's Note: Ok, to be honest, I wasn't planning on finishing this story. It was a great idea, I wrote the first chapter and then life got in the way and I only posted it in case I ever wanted to finish it….Well, I just started watching the 5th season and now I'm motivated to finish XD I don't remember the original plot I had planned, so I'm going by the seat of my pants and the first chapter…so here we go, hope you all enjoy! ^^

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Supernatural, I'm just a lowly writer that needs something to do.

Chapter Two

The cheerleader must die.

That's all Nicole had to say about it, she thought as she slammed her locker closed. The day was not going as smooth as she had hoped. Sure, no demons had popped out, no ghosts had killed an innocent bystander, no vampires, no ghouls, no werewolves or strigas or changelings, no spooks of any kind; Adam was safe just down the hall with the damn cheerleader hanging all over him, batter her long lashes and flipping her blonde hair all over the place. Adam was smiling, being polite but his body language spoke volumes about how much he didn't want the cheerleader hanging around. It was disgusting, like watching a monkey prattle around the zoo for some love and attention.

The sad part was Nicole probably hadn't looked any more dignified an hour ago in Chemistry when she herself was trying to woo her way into Adam's life to better keep an eye on him. She had batted her eyes and flipped her hair so that he'd be her lab partner and it had worked, unfortunately, when she'd slipped up and mentioned a bomb could also be made from the chemicals they were using, she scared him away. They'd finished the class in painful silence and the cheerleader had moved in.

Not only that, but she'd carried all her stupid books around all day long and her shoulders were killing her. Every time the bell rang, she would jump, nearly skewering the nearest person all thanks to her hunter training. But it was finally over; she was home free, no more school, no more stupid teenagers running around like monkeys in the hall. That is, no more until tomorrow.

With a groan, Nicole followed the crowd out the doors to the parking lot where she'd parked her truck. Glancing back, she spotted Adam heading down the street. He doesn't have a car, she thought as she watched him cross the street, homebound she knew after checking up on all the information she could find on him. Walking, he'd be a target, helpless and unaware of any danger coming up behind him. Her job wasn't over, oh no, it was just getting started.

Tossing her bag into the bed of the truck, she climbed in and expertly maneuvered out the parking lot, cutting off half the football team as they tried to hurry out in their shiny cars. As Nicole approached Adam, her eyes darted around, noting every person on the street, the cars passing. An older man in a nice suit down the way was a little fidgety but when a young woman with breasts the size of Texas joined him, Nicole dismissed him as a threat: he was just a middle-aged tragedy cheating on his wife to feel young and alive again.

"Need a ride?" Nicole asked as she pulled up next to Adam, a pleasant smile plastered to her face.

To her surprise, Adam smiled and accepted, "Thanks."

"No problem," Nicole merged back into the after school traffic. "So, where to?" No need to freak him out even more by admitting she already knew where they needed to go.

"Go straight through the light until you hit Elm, then take a left," Adam instructed. After a second of silence, he said, "So, you make it a habit of knowing how to make bombs?"

Nicole laughed nervously, quickly running down the list of lies she could tell him, "Don't think I'm psychotic or anything. I promise I haven't blown anything up…lately." She smiled and winked before continuing, "My dad was in the Marines as a bomb expert. Some of his knowledge just rubbed off, you know?"

Adam nodded, accepting her lie as truth, "You must have moved around a lot."

"You have no idea," Nicole scoffed, turning down the right street, "That's why I was homeschooled. We were constantly on the move so I could have just been really behind or teach myself and my dad wasn't going to settle for a stupid kid, so I got the latter."

Adam laughed, "You're dad sounds like a really tough guy. Turn right up here."

"Most dad's are, aren't they?" Nicole was grateful he remembered to give her directions, she would have driven to his house on autopilot. How would she explain that one?

"I wouldn't know," Adam looked down and Nicole knew they were suddenly in emotionally heavy territory. "My dad hasn't been around much. I didn't even know who he was until a few years ago."

"I'm sorry," Nicole glanced over at him, smiling softly in a gesture of comfort.

"Right up here," Adam said, pointing out his house.

As he unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door, Nicole suddenly blurted out, "Thanks, Adam."

"For what?" He slung his backpack over his shoulder and looked back at her questioningly.

It took Nicole a minute to figure out why she'd said it. Talking to him just then, she'd felt a real connection, not a job that had to be done or a kid to look after and keep out of trouble, a real connection. She didn't have a lot of friends and most certainly not any that were normal. "For not thinking I'm a freak."

Adam grinned and began walking away. Over his shoulder, he called, "We're playing soccer in gym, hope you can handle a ball like you handle chemicals."

Grinning, Nicole pulled away, "Oh I can." But before she could play, she had to do her job because it wasn't about protecting a kid for John Winchester anymore, it was about protecting her friend.

…

The half moon winked down on the slumbering residence of Windon. A slight breeze rustled the trees but other than that, the night was a quiet, safe security blanket wrapping its arms around the innocent people that knew nothing of what was really out there. Like Nicole, who was sneaking around the side of Adam's house, checking the perimeter and setting up her own special security measures that wouldn't protect against a robber unless he was possessed or already dead.

She'd started with some basic, backyard voodoo to keep weaker spirits from getting onto the property. Then she'd moved up to more aggressive tactics, like carving a Devil's Trap in the overhang at the front and back doors and replacing the brass knobs with silver. Before she could return home, she still had to break into the house and plant hex bags that would cleanse the house of any evil spirits roaming around. She'd also hide various weapons – holy water, a silver knife, some extra rock salt rounds – around the house in case she needed ammo in a hurry. Of course, those would only be useful if she was around, so she had to keep the friendship moving. For now, since she didn't know what exactly to protect him from, this was the best she could come up with.

Sticking low to the ground, she circled the house opting to sneak in through the already open window than pull out her nifty tools and pick the lock. With stealth that would make her father proud, Nicole hoisted herself through the window and into the Milligan's kitchen. She took a minute to look around, taking in the sight of what normal looks like before jumping into action. Well, not jumping, more like sneaking around slowly to not alert the residence.

It was simple enough to plant the bags. All she had to do was remove the electrical outlet to get the bag inside the wall at the north, south, east and west points of the house. Using the outlet was a lot quieter and cleaner than the usual method of knocking holes in the dry wall. The tricky part came when she realized that the northern corner of the second floor of the house was Adam's bedroom. She knew she could pull it off without making a sound, the problem was, people have this sixth sense that kicks in when something's not right. It's that feeling you get when it's dark and you know someone's there. It's the prickling of your hair that wakes you up from a bad dream just before the bad guy gets you. If she even made the slightest sound, Adam would wake up, instantly alert to something being amiss.

Nicole took a deep breath before slipping in his bedroom. Lucky for her, he slept with the door open so she didn't have to worry about creaky hinges. His room was messy, clothes strewn about, books piled around, various sports equipment and other teenage memorabilia littered the floor, dresser, desk. If she could have, Nicole would have groaned. Neat, clean houses were easier to work in. In a clean house, there wasn't much to mess up and it was easy to figure out where something went if you move things around. In a messy room, there's no discernable organization and if the mess gets messed up, there's no putting it right and people know someone's been there.

Getting to the wall was a trapeze act for Nicole as she teetered around piles of stuff. She kept her arms out for balance while tippy-toed to avoid the random chair loaded with school books. Finally, she was there, next the bed where the bedside lamp was plugged in. Nicole glanced at the bed, Adam's head was just a few inches from the edge, a hand hanging down the side as he slept peacefully. At school, he was the confident young man that knew his way around and knew how things worked. The world was his and he could take it at any time. Here, with the moonlight casting shadows across his cheek, he was just an innocent, ignorant boy who knew nothing about the real world. He meant something special to John Winchester and needed protecting.

Turning back to work, Nicole caught sight of a picture on the nightstand: Adam, a few years younger, grinning widely in front of the baseball stadium. John Winchester stood next to him, an arm around his shoulders like they were old buddies having a good old time at the game. Nicole didn't know what to make of it. Of course John knew Adam, he was having the boy guarded, but in the picture the way he smiled and held the boy close, it was…

"Fatherly," Nicole whispered.

Adam stirred slightly in the bed and Nicole ducked down, biting her lip and chiding herself for not being quiet. He didn't wake, however, just rolled over and pulled the blanket further up.

As quick as she could, Nicole removed the outlet, slipped in the bag and hurried out. She didn't breath again until she was safely in her truck parked down the street and around the corner. Satisfied that she'd done all she could to keep Adam safe while he was in the house and out of her watchful gaze, she headed home to the small apartment they were renting to get some sleep before school the next day.