A/N: A few people have asked me where in the supernatural time line the story is supposed to be set. In my head its set around the middle to later part of season 8, but I have made a slight adjustment because Bobby is alive. I really wanted that fatherly aspect to be in the story and it will come more heavily into play later. I could have viably set it earlier in like season 6 but I wanted to include Kevin :) With that said, please enjoy. Ratings and Reviews are always welcome and much appreciated.

The ride back to the motel was almost completely silent. Nichole sat in the backseat of the impala arms crossed glaring out the window, while Sam and Dean exchanged tense eye contact in the front. Dean parked the impala, and jogged around to help Nichole but she was already out of her seat. "Don't," She hissed roughly shouldering past him, "I'm fine." Nichole stumbled into the motel room, through the bathroom door and slammed it behind her. Dean blew out a slow breath and ran his hand through his hair.

"You shouldn't have done that," Sam mumbled from behind him. Dean shot a sharp look at his brother over his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Sam. Did I ask for your opinion?"

"I don't give a damn if you asked for it or not! I'm telling you that was a really stupid thing to do!" Sam spat through clenched teeth and shoved Dean toward the brick wall.

"Sam, don't start something you can't finish!"

"What did you think this was going to accomplish? Huh? Did you think she would magically returned unscathed without any memory of her death and you two could go live happily ever after? You and I both know that's not possible, and never will be possible. Everything comes with a price!"

"Am I interrupting something?" Cas asked as he suddenly appeared between them. Sam and Dean both turned their heads slightly to glare at him.

"Where have you been?" Sam growled.

"Well as you would say I've been "upstairs" trying to sort things out. What seems to be the probl-" Castiel was cut off mid-sentence when Nichole came storming out of the motel room machete in hand. "You shouldn't be here."

"Wait, you knew about this?" Dean hissed.

"Gee Cas, it's great to see you too," she growled and stomped toward the impala.

"Whoa! Where do you think you're going?" Dean asked sliding into her path effectively blocking the impala. Nichole scowled at him.

"Well since you two morons are incapable of solving any situation correctly, I'm off to murder my murderer and then I'm going to set the universe right."

"With a broken arm and a machete?"

"Yes. Now get out of my way." She snapped.

"And pray tell what does "set the universe right" mean?" Sam inquired as he moved to stand beside his brother joining the blockade.

"All will be revealed in due time, my dear Sammy," Nichole replied her voice laced with venom. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to finish our job." Sam and Dean exchanged a skeptical glance. Nichole roles her eyes before sliding sideways sweeping the legs out from under the pair and snatching the impala keys out of Dean's pocket. She looked up and came face to face with piercing blue eyes. "Cas get the hell out of my way." She spat through clenched teeth, as Cas raised a finger. "No. No, don't even think about it-" she rambled as he touched her forehead. Nichole crumpled to the ground landing in a pile on top of Sam and Dean, machete landing a few feet away from them.

"What the hell did you do?" Sam shouted, trying to slide out from under her.

"She's merely unconscious and will most likely awaken in an hour or so." Cas said dismissing the question as Sam carried Nichole back into the motel room. In the blink of an eye, Cas had Dean pinned up against the wall.

"Third time today," Dean muttered.

"What did you do?" Cas demanded, staring Dean directly in the eye.

"I made a deal ok?" Dean snapped roughly shoving Cas backward.

"Dean-"

"No. Ok! Just No!" Dean shouted, "You don't get to stand there and criticize me! I've had enough of that from Sam! You people act like I didn't know the risks to what I did! I did, ok! I did it because I love her and it's my fault that she died! I would've done the same thing for Sam, or Bobby, or Kevin! And since you've been freggin MIA for months, I didn't exactly have any other options!"

"Dean. You don't understand-"

"No, Cas. I do understand. I brought Nichole back and yeah maybe I only get 10 more years with her. But it's ten more years than I would have had a few hours ago. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and spend some quality time with my fiancé." Dean snapped before storming into the motel room. Cas sighed and materialized inside. Dean glared at him. "Cas, just walk away."

"I can't Dean."

"And why the hell not? You have no problem being the missing link for days at a time when we normally need you!" Dean shouted while a confused look took over Castiel's face.

"Dean what some humans cannot seem to grasp is that some events have to take place."

"Cas-"

"Shut up, Sam." Dean snapped silencing Sam's warning. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying that Nichole's death was inevitable, and things need to be correct-"

"Do not finish that sentence or you will have a fist in your jaw."

"Dean, this isn't right and you know it. How do you think she's feeling right now?" Dean shot across the room and shoved Cas into the motel wall.

"Shut the hell up!" Dean snarled glaring at Cas. Nichole let out a quiet groan beginning to stir in the midst of the commotion. Sam crossed the room trying to get in between his seething brother and now equally angry angel. Nichole silently rolled off the side of the motel bed, groaning as she landed on her broken arm twisting it slightly despite the bit down on her lip to keep herself from making any more involuntary sounds due to pain and used her good arm to drag herself across the floor toward the bathroom dragging her duffel bag with her foot through the door with her. She scooted further inside closing the door behind her, not paying the slightest bit of attention to the shouting coming front the other side of the door.

"Ok. I only have three minutes tops before they notice that I'm gone." Nichole thought to herself as she dug through her bag pulling out a variety of items necessary far a demon summoning. "Let's do this." She worked as quickly as she could with one hand and still maintaining her hunter precision. Nichole unfolded her pocket knife, placing it between her teeth and pressing her hand it the blade. She didn't even wince. This was something she had gotten used to after hunting for so long. About a minute and a half into her work, Nichole heard the commotion from the other side of the door begin to die down. "Shit, shit, shit!" She muttered to herself trying to speed things up, drawing the symbol on the bathroom floor and throwing candles in the general area where they should go.

"Nix?" Dean's voice asked muffled by the door in between them.

"Yeah?"

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Just give me a few minutes and I'll be right out." Nichole mumbled in reply, due to the box of matches she was holding between her teeth trying to light a match.

"Why does your voice sound so weird?"

"I'm just trying to fix this cut on my lip."

"I can-"

"Dean I'm fine!" She snapped as the match finally lit. Dean froze on the other side of the door.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" Nichole frantically touched the flame to each candle, before throwing the match down into the bowel. Dean tore the door open just as the smoke rose from the bowel. A shadowed figure stood in the bathtub staring at Nichole and Dean.

"Damn it!" Dean muttered running his hands through his hair. The figure smirk before muttering one of his signature phrases.

"Hello, darling."