I'm so happy I got some reviews on the last chapter!
I was so spurred on with your reviews I just wrote for hours while watching Psych and Spiderman~
LMAO darkphoenix2345 believes Nest and Sam should hook up. What do you think? I honestly planned on her already having a boyfriend but maybe not. Thoughts?
It took a while but they were able to coax the location of the nest from the vamp [an abandoned motel on the other side of town]. Dean then decapitated the creature and tried to ignore Nest's shaking and crying which was fine, since it embarrassed the hell out of her that she was crying about something so ordinary for them and left the room quickly.
"Are you quite fine, Nest?"
She didn't even turn around. She was just standing in the corner of the dingy rotting kitchen with her face in her hands and shoulders shaking from the strain of not making any noise.
She knew that Cas wouldn't know what to do and could picture his lost expression which almost made her giggle before she remembered all the blood and spinal fluid. She choked on a scream that stuck in her throat when a hand descended onto her shoulder and spun her around.
Everyone was in the room, not just Cas as she had originally thought. Dean stood by Cas, boots covered in blood, and looking a mix of guilt and irritation which stung. She hung her head and hid behind Sam, trying to pretend nothing was out of the ordinary.
She tried to speak but nothing came out. What was there to even say, anyways? She was a wimp. And she wanted a hug but was too afraid to ask for one so her arms hung limply and numbly at her side.
So she started to stiffly walk to the door behind Cas to try and escape the awkward atmosphere and her huggy nature.
"Nest, it was you who told me if you want something you should ask." Scolded Cas gruffly before she got to him.
That got the boys' attentions and she groaned as Sam spoke. "What is it?"
"It's stupid and Cas should be quiet because of reasons."
"You are just embarrassed and I do not understand why."
"Reasons."
"That does little to clarify."
"For God's sake," groaned Dean. "What is it so we can get out of here and go to the motel? It's nearly sunrise."
Nest shuffled her feet and looked down, face burning. "I wanna hug…"
They could barely hear her, but they understood. The brothers quirked their eyebrows and exchanged glances.
Dean opened his mouth like he was going to speak but stopped, face scrunched in confusion and looked at Cas who just quirked one eyebrow in dry expectation. Shrugging, he stepped forward with his arms outstretched. "Alright come here."
She grinned through her tears and hesitantly wrapped her arms around his midsection, reveling in the feeling of arms wrapping around her shoulders. After a few moments, Dean stepped back, face red. "Don't expect that every time I gank a vamp."
She laughed and held her arms out to Sam who smiled and picked her up, her arms wrapped around his neck and his around her waist. Almost instantly she was laughing. "I feel like Fay Wray!"
After she was set down she tackled Castiel, his arms immediately settling around her shoulders softly like feathers. She sighed and breathed in the soft scent of California with a touch of ozone that made her nose twitch.
Nest felt a thousand times better. She stretched and smiled softly. "Thanks, guys!" And then she ran out of the room to grab shotgun before anyone else called it.
"Why is hugging so important to her?" questioned Sam after she left.
"Nest is a peculiar human. Her mother showed her much affection when she was born and unlike her younger sisters she remembers her before the drugs took over. After her sisters were born, it became her job to care for them. Her father is also a very affectionate human. Strangely charismatic. It seems genetic as not many people can seem to dislike her unless she wishes them to."
Dean shrugged. "She's sorta growing on me. Could do without the tears, though."
"Dean."
"What, Sam? I'm not used to it. No good with crying. Besides, at least we know all she needs is a hug."
So they packed up and left to go back to the hotel to pick up weapons that had been too large to hide (like machetes) and change. Nest made everyone except Cas change, stating that she refused for good clothes to be destroyed and Cas was an angel who could mend his automatically.
Fifteen minutes of mostly waiting for Cas to remove that stupid tape from Nest and waiting for her to change into a tee (too big) and skinny jeans and looking for a Red Bull and they were on the road headed to the coven of vamps.
Nest didn't bother buckling up, just sat in the middle in the back and leaned forward, arms crossed on the seat in front of her and a machete dangling in her right hand as "Paraoid" by Black Sabbath played quietly in the background. She just sat there staring at Dean and glancing between him and Castiel, whose attentions were focused on the side mirror in which he could see Dean's reflection. Likewise, Dean kept glancing in the rearview to glance at Cas. Once, he made eye contact with Nest, who smirked and looked back at the angel and then back at the driver biting her lip and smiling like she knew (which she totally did. They were so obvious.)
"Alright, here's the plan," Dean said. "Sam, you're with Nest. You two will go around back and catch the runners. Cas, you and me are going to split up. I'm going in the front and you'll go in the front on the second floor. No dallying, just take their heads off. Ready?"
Nest nodded numbly and they took off in their respective positions. It wasn't long before they heard screams and gunshots coming from inside. Her grip tightened on her machete and she kind of wished for a second one even though she knew it was more impractical than anything. Sam glanced at her, slightly concerned and she wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed he didn't say anything.
What felt like an hour of silence was shattered as the steel door they were watching slammed open and a vampire sprung out, screaming anger and pain from a gunshot wound in his leg. Sam was on him immediately tackling him to the ground and struggling to decapitate it.
A female came soon after and Nest froze for a minute before taking out her gun and emptying her clip into her heart. The woman screamed and clutched her chest in anger before springing on the girl. Nest gave a half-yelp half-growl of anger and surprise as she was tossed to the ground, bringing up her machete in defense. One hand wrapped in her hair and pulled her head back and the other held her machete down. It was no use hanging on to it so she let it go and grabbed a small steel dagger from her left side and awkwardly stabbed the vampire in the face, the knife slicing through most of her mouth like butter. Blood sprayed in her face and Nest knew she sliced through the tongue from the choking noised and amount of blood. Quickly she kneed the creature off of her and grabbed her machete to begin the tedious task of decapitating her. It always took longer than she'd like.
She wiped her forehead and got up from the body and looked around. Only two stragglers, so it wasn't too bad. She had cried a bit during the decapitation but a lot less than she thought she would and they drew dirty tracks down her blood-covered cheeks.
Sam stood off to the side leaning against a tree watching her. "You'd make a creepy child murderer."
She couldn't stop the irritation that built up at his description of her as a child. "I'm small, not a kid. I may not be able to legally drink but I am an adult. Why do you say that?"
Sam nodded. "Well in the sun your hair just goes crazy and you're covered in blood. Also, your eyes look almost….almost yellow." He swallowed heavily.
She looked down. "Sorry. They're uh….amber. Brown but my best friend used to say they were amber."
"I like that description better."
She nodded and noticed her shirt. "Fuck! I love this shirt! We need to go quick if I'm going to save this thing! It's one of my dad's Journey tour shirts!"
"They why would you wear it?"
"Dean was bitching at me to hurry up! I just grabbed what was there!"
"I was not. You were taking too long."
She turned to see Dean and Castiel walking through the door, Dean with a bitchy expression on his face.
"How'd it go in there?" Inquired Sam quickly.
"Fine, Cas got bit but he says it was on purpose to distract them with the smell of angel blood. I still say he slipped up."
Anger flashed across the angel's face but as soon it was there it was gone. Nest, it seems, was the only one who caught it. "It was, Dean. The female would have hit you with the cinder block if she had not smelt angelic blood."
"Yeah, whatever. You messed up."
They heard a slight rustling sound and Cas was gone.
"You shouldn't do that."
He turned to her. "Do what?"
"Antagonize him when he just got his blood drank for you. Either way, it saved your ass so why be rude? He cares for you, Dean. You obviously care for him so why be mean?"
Dean looked annoyed at the assumption he cared and grunted out, "He shouldn't've gotten bit."
That was that. They burned the bodies and headed back to the impala, one angel short.
Nest did her best to calm herself but truthfully her hands were still shaking. Sam must have noticed or was just being kind because he offered for her to choose the music.
Dean looked like he was going to protest but his brother stepped on his foot, silencing him. She giggled.
"Got an iPod jack in there?"
"Yeah." Dean shot a dark glare at his sibling.
"Favorite song, it is!"
They climbed into the car, positions same on the way back as they were there. She pulled out an iPod touch and scrolled through her music before hooking the jack to it.
"What song is that? It better be good."
"Oh, shush, Grumpy. If you don't like it you have no sense of humor."
She pushed play and laughed as a voice spoke over the speakers. Sam laughed with her. "Really? The Bad Touch by Bloodhound Gang is your favorite?"
Well, now. We call this the act of mating.
But there are several other very important differences
Between humans and animals
That you should know about.
I'd appreciate your input
Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex just like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time
Dean groaned and laughed as Nest and Sam screamed out the lyrics and started dancing like they were having seizures at the chorus
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothing but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothing but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Get horny now
They ended up listening to it twice before Dean turned it off which was fine since the other two passengers were giggling too much to sing because of the odd and somewhat horrified looks from people who were either A) Doing walks of shame B) Going to work early or C) Going home from work late.
"You guys are an embarrassment."
"I saw you singing along to the chorus! Don't act like that wasn't fun!"
Dean grumbled at her words and focused on the road, pulling into the motel parking lot beside her Fastback.
He slammed the door shut and opened it for Nest to slide out. "Go take a shower of you'll get arrested for being suspicious soon."
He had a point. For a moment there she forgot how covered in blood she was. She winced as the dried blood on her face cracked and pulled at her peach fuzz when she tried to rub it off as she headed to her room.
There, she jumped into the shower with her clothes on and undressed under the slightly warm water that had too high water pressure.
She held up her shirt and began to try to clean the blood out of it, her jeans, and her bra. Her panties had escaped unscathed.
Nest was pruny when she got out but she felt refreshed and the smell of copper didn't cling to her anymore.
Slowly, she got dressed and then sat on the edge of her bed, iPod in hand and listening to her music softly. Sighing, she fell back onto the creaky mattress, hands on her face. "What am I doing? These are the Winchesters. This won't end well for me, will it, Castiel?"
The angel didn't show to answer and the music in her ears offered no clue, the silence in the walls swallowing her worries until she wasn't sure if she had spoken them out loud or thought them.