_Chapter 13_

"Nick"

Sam

After I walked outside when Dean started yelling at Trinity, I leaned against the railing of the staircase outside her door. I heard more yelling, it got louder and louder and then all of a sudden it became very quiet. I heard a loud thud and more silence, but then… Wait… giggles…? Then a door slamming shut from upstairs.

It took me a minute, but when I didn't hear anything else, it hit me. Seriously…?

I walked outside to sit in the Impala. I wasn't going in there if they were doing what I thought they were doing.

I was sitting out there listening to the radio for a while, until I saw Cas walk out of the building. His eyes were wide and he had a blank expression.

I got out and stood up, "Cas?" he didn't even look at me, just kept walking. "Cas, hey, buddy, what's wrong?"

He stopped parallel to me and turned. I was at the front of the Impala and he came to meet me. We both leaned against her and I rolled my eyes. Sighing, "They're-"

"Fornicating? Indeed."

"Ah," I closed my mouth tightly and nodded. "Um, how, how'd you find out?" Kind of scared of his answer.

"I came to ask Trinity something, but then I… saw… I left before they could see me. I was only in there for mere," he paused and blinked a bunch of times, "seconds," and shook his head.

I hand to contain my laughter. His face was priceless. "Well, uh, you wanna go… somewhere?"

"I believe that would be wise."

"Okay, well, there's a bar next door, I pointed around the apartment building." Cas looked so confused, "C'mon, let's go get you a drink," I wrapped my arm around his shoulders.

…

"Uh, Sam, I, I think I've had too much…" Cas looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"You've only had two beers, Cas," I scoffed with a smile.

He just looked at me with droopy eyes.

I laughed and looked at the time. "Yeah, I suppose you have, let's get you home, it's almost midnight anyway."

…

We walked in and the lights were all off and it was silent. I turned and locked the door behind us.

"Cas, why don't you-" I turned and he was already slouched in the chair that Dean usually sleeps in.

Even though he doesn't sleep he closed his eyes and said to me, "I'm just gonna sit here for a while."

I looked up the steps at Trinity's door and bent my head shaking it. I looked over at Cas, "Yeah, no one will be needing that chair tonight," I smirked.

I had thought about it for a while after lying down on the couch that I had turned into a bed over the past year and a half. I suppose it made sense, there had been so much tension between them lately. But I just didn't want them to hurt each other.

…

In the morning, I got up and Cas was still in the same spot, his eyes closed. I almost thought he had fallen asleep somehow, until only one of his eyes slightly opened, looking over at me.

"Do you possibly have any of those pills for this?"

I smiled, "Yeah, let me get them," I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the migraine pills and made some coffee. "Here," I gave him the bottle and a cup of strong coffee, "Drink that, it'll help."

"Thanks," he sat up and put his forehead in his hand, massaging his temple.

I walked back into the kitchen and popped some bread in the toaster and cracked a few eggs on a skillet.

From the other room I heard, "Hey, Cas," then an abrupt stop in walking, "Uh, Cas, are you drunk?"

"Obviously."

"Okay, then."

Dean came into the kitchen with me, wearing a loose, thin t-shirt and sweatpants, "Hey, Sammy." His hair was a complete and utter mess, pointing in all sorts of different directions and angles, tufted here, and bedhead there.

I didn't say anything, but he just could not wipe the smile he had off of his face. He was trying, I could tell, his lips kept falling up and down, he kept trying to keep a straight face, but simply couldn't.

He was happy.

"So, what'd, uh, what'd you do last night?" he asked leaning against the counter with one hand, the other bringing a cup of steaming coffee to his mouth and taking a sip.

"Not Trinity, that's for sure," I replied with a smile, still not looking at him full on. He almost spit his coffee out.

He walked over to me shoving my arm, "Shut up, Sam," he tried to be mad, but I could still hear the smile on his face.

A few minutes later, I heard Trinity in the other room with Cas with almost the same conversation he and Dean just had..

"Hey, Cas. Uh, Cas, are you… drunk?"

"Yes!" then his voice rose so the whole house could hear, "Just so everybody knows, I. Am. Drunk."

She just laughed and appeared in the threshold of the kitchen wearing a long, loose t-shirt and extra large sweatpants. Her hair was also incredibly fluffy and tangled. But they both looked rested.

"Hi, Sam," she smiled at me and I looked at her smiling back. She walked past Dean with the same, just-can't-get-rid-of-this-smile smile, "Dean." She walked to the opposite counter, so we all were at separate ones, taking a bite of an apple she had snatched from the basket beside me. Looking towards the floor, she kept trying to hide her smile again and again and occasionally glancing up at my brother. And action to which he would smile back, occasionally wink, but mostly smile shyly. I never thought I'd use the word shy, to describe my brother.

"My God, just kiss already," I looked up and grinned at them.

"Shut up, Sam," same tone as Dean.

"Do you have anymore of this?" Cas entered holding his head, eyes shut, and lifting his empty cup of coffee.

"Yep," Trinity took his mug and filled it up with steaming caffeine.

"Thank you," he walked back out.

Dean turned to me, "You got him drunk?"

"He only had two beers,"

"For such a powerful being, he's such a lightweight."

"I don't think I've ever seen Cas drunk before," Trinity laughed.

I put some of the eggs and toast on a plate and offered them to her, "It's quite an experience," I chuckled and looked into her eyes. There was something new, but I wasn't sure what it was.

I gave Dean a plate as well and his eyes also had something different about them, but just the same, I had no clue.

…

As we ate, and they kept smiling and glancing at each other, and she kept very quietly giggling making my older brother smile bigger than I've ever seen.

Trinity finally got up and put her plate in the sink and turned to us, "Well, I'm gonna go get changed, or… something, and... yeah." Before she disappeared behind the wall of the steps, she looked over at Dean and winked with a smile.

I looked at him as he was still watching where she had gone. He had such happiness and kindness in his eyes, bliss you could say.

"You're happy aren't you?" I held my cup to my face, letting the steam wash over my nose.

He was still facing the stairs, but looked to the floor and grinned. "Yeah, I think I am, Sammy. I really do." He looked at me and smiled. I did too. Then he looked back down at his cup with that seemingly-permanent smile. It was good to see my brother like this, we didn't get to be often.

…

Trinity

This was definitely a good feeling. Yet there was something different about us, I saw it in our eyes, I think Sam did too by how he looked at us. I didn't know what it was, but whatever it was, it didn't matter. I was on Cloud nine.

I went upstairs into my bathroom and brushed my teeth and hair, good Lord was it a mess. I didn't change though, I wasn't planning on going anywhere today.

I walked back into my room to make my bed and not long after heard it open and close behind me, I turned to see Dean leaning against it, smiling. I did too. We seemed to be smiling a lot. I turned back to my bed and started folding the tousled sheets.

I felt two, big, familiar hands on my hips, and a soft, stubbly cheek against mine. His hands travelled up my sides and shoulders, massaging my shoulder blades, making my head fall back against his chest.

"Does anyone else know about these?" his voice in my neck.

"No," I smiled even though I was lying. He let his hands find themselves under my shirt and rested on my "tattoos" I had on my shoulder blades, slowly running his fingers and thumbs over the ridges they made. They weren't really tattoos, they were more of markings that had seared themselves into my skin after about a year with the boys. It's been two full years now, it was August 15th.

They were in the shape of two big, red angel wings that started where mine actually started, curving all the way up to my shoulders, down my back and sides, and the tips ending at my tail bone. They were raised so you could feel every line and curve, every feather and every point.

"I like them," he whispered in my ear, rubbing his stubbly cheek against my neck again. My eyes closed as he nuzzled my skin and massaged my back. He didn't know it but the marking were sore, but he made them feel so much better, more than the rubbing, but something inside me.

I abandoned my bed-making and turned to face him, our lips meeting. We swayed while kissing for a while, just softly and sweetly. Then I wrapped my arms around his ribs and clasped my hands together on his back, I rested my head on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heart beat. He placed his chin on my head and hugged my back with one arm, still rubbing and massaging, the other coming up to smooth down my hair slowly, over and over. His warmth filled me with happiness and his scent filled my nose, the clean soap, leather jacket, man cologne, and now clean laundry smell.

Yep, right here. Right here was probably the best place in the world.

He started humming, very faintly, I almost couldn't hear, but his voice was so low it resonated in my bones. I looked up at him, and he down at me.

"What is this?" I joked.

"What is what?" he smiled.

"This humming, it sounds good," I grinned up at his beautiful face.

"I'm not humming, I don't know what you're talking about," he winked.

I pulled away with a kiss, and went to open my door, but turning around I quietly whispered teasingly, "You know, when guys sing, it makes me very happy, plus I find it, really," stepping out of my room and pulling the door with me, "really," a little more, "really," almost all the way closed, "attractive," I closed it all the way and leaned against it smiling. I closed my eyes letting my head fall against the wood and huffing happily. What was I, a complete abomination, doing with Dean Winchester?

…

The next month went smoothly for a hunter's life. Our hunts were nothing too crazy, and we only had to mess with a few demons, just the "regular" things we hunters dealt with on a daily basis, the classic things that the Winchesters told me they hunted before Dean went to Hell. In my opinion it was almost too quiet. But I left it alone, hoping our weird lives could stay at this level of weird.

Dean would sometimes bunk with me, sometimes thing would happen, some nights we just held each other. He learned that I had bad nightmares and between Dean and Cas, I usually always had someone to comfort me during them. Dean told me he would hear my screams from downstairs and both he and Sam would jump up, but Dean would always be the one to come up. I soon learned he too had nightmares, so certain nights we would just hold each other hoping for them to vacate our minds. But when Cas started helping me through them they started getting better, so when Dean joined, they became very few and very far apart.

Until one night, when the boys had fallen asleep, I was up in my room getting ready to get in bed. When all of a sudden as a pulled the covers back, my senses cut off, it was dark and quiet. But then I saw a small light, so I followed it. When I, did it exploded, blinding me. When it faded some, I lifted my arm up to shade the light, then I saw myself, wings extended and dripping blood, as were my hands that held a long katana sword in one and a dagger in the other. My hair blowing widely in the wind, my back facing me. Other me looked to the side, flapped my wings and turned to face real me. Wearing a long, tight, black dress with sleeves, there was a cut in the midsection where blood was seeping from. This me had a solid face that had no mercy, but was full of rage, and there was something behind it, like this wasn't… me, the emotion was showing through, regret and sorrow. She was breathing heavily and stared straight at me.

I stood in horror at the sight of this version of myself. I was so confused and scared at was going on. Then she, me, whoever, spoke, "This, this is what is going to happen!" she jutted her sword at the three bodies on the ground behind her. "This is what you're going to do! There is no way around it! This is what you're going to become!" my own voice, distorted some by the wind and something within whoever this me was, boomed across the burning, barren landscape, blood everywhere.

The next thing I knew she was in front of me, just looking into my eyes, I now saw how my real eyes looked to other people. Terrifying.

Then as quick as she had appeared in front of me, she-me disappeared with a flap of her-my wings. But I didn't go anywhere. I was still there along with the three bodies whose blood had covered other me's katana. I slowly approached them, I couldn't see yet through the smoke, fog, and red haze. But as I got closer, my heart sped up like it never had before. As I got closer I saw a trench coat, a plaid shirt, and a leather jacket. I started muttering no over and over again. I dropped to my knees before the dead bodies of Sam, Castiel, and Dean. All three with a bloodied wound in their chests. And their eyes were all open, staring into the burning sky. Tears wouldn't come. Only screams and shouts and screeches of rage.

I fell on my back next to Dean's body, barely breathing, staring into the sky with them. Then tears finally started falling in a rapid flow down the sides of my face, there was no more sound except the crackling of a thousand fires.

Until a face showed itself upside down above my own face. "Hello, dear. Trinity, right?" He had a no-teeth-just-lip smile that looked so friendly, light blue eyes, blonde hair, and scruffle. He was wearing an olive green shirt with a jean-blue button up over top like a jacket.

"This is Nick," he pointed to his face, "And I," he placed his hand over his chest, "Oh wait," he squinted his eyes playfully, yet maliciously, with a sly smile, "You know who I am, don't you, special one?"

I did. From what Sam and Dean had told me, and from what I had seen in my dreams, but I didn't see this face. I had seen a beautiful man with golden skin, eyes, curly hair, and majestic wings. The only resemblance to this guy was the set of the biggest wings I had seen on another angel protruding from his back. They were the size of mine, but they were layered and positively golden, in the different shades of light they shifted and glowed. In the hazy red of the atmosphere they would sometimes shine red, like mine. But his didn't have the demon wings near the back.

He saw me looking behind him and he looked sideways at them, "You do, and you see me for who I really am," he smirked, "I wanted to make sure you could before I wasn't wearing Nick here," I stood up and I sat up, he stepped back and a glowing burst of Holy light emitted from his body, when it dispersed I saw the man I had seen before.

"Lucifer…"

"It's a pleasure, mademoiselle," he bowed, and when he sat back up he was back in his vessel. I felt my chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Oh, don't be scared yet, my dear," he paced around me, fingertips touching in front of his chest. His wings were still there giving off a glowing light. "I need you," he paused above my boys, "As you can see," he gestured to them. "Sam disappointed me. I thought he was the one, which don't get me wrong, he was," he laughed looking up, shaking his head. "But Dean here," he shoved Dean's lifeless body with his foot, "got in the way," with a look of disgust. Something inside me shattered into a billion pieces witnessing this.

"Don't. Touch. Him," I growled.

He made a fake pity noise with his mouth, "Oh, I know, I know dear, you love him. Big mistake. He will make you weak!" Then he was right in front of me, yelling, "Do you know how powerful you are!? Because I don't think you do! You rival even, me…" he uttered that last word with jealousy and disdain as his eyes narrowed at me.

"You don't know me," I knew, but I didn't want to admit it, the very idea frightened me. Tears hardened on my cheeks, I felt my face become emotionless, except wrath. Lucifer was not going to bring me down this road.

"You may think you can escape this," he waved, hands flat, palms up, to my boys, "It will, happen, one way or another my dear." He crouched down to look into my eyes, which had turned. "Those are so pretty, why don't you keep them like that? Now, let's see those gorgeous wings of yours," he flicked his finger up and they burst out of my back. "You like those marks I gave you?" he smiled, "Because I do. And Dean does too right? Too bad he doesn't know what's really behind them. They really are one of my greatest creations aren't they? It's a sign you are already getting more powerful," he sighed in pride. Then he saw the look on my face, "Why, yes, dearie, I came to your parents in my true form, they obviously thought I was an angel of the Lord," he opened his palms to the sky looking up, "I told them they could have everything they could ever want, if they did this one thing, made this one deal," he glanced sideways at me with an evil grin, "Once that was out of the way, I told Asmodeus which angel and which demon to use for the blood. Of course I'd pick Castiel here, he was always the sweet one of the family," he looked down at Cas, "I knew he's take kindly to you, even with whatever you'd become, he'd die trying to save you. It's his loyalty that always gets him in the end. Now Asmodeus asked if he could use himself, to which I agreed. Now all of the events coming up to your orphanage and sibling's deaths, were all me, except who would come out on top. I knew one of you wouldn't be able to take it and the power would overwhelm you. I knew that only one would survive. What did that one scientist call it… survival of the fittest? Yes. You, my dear," he placed a freezing hand on the side of my face, making my whole body shiver and drop drastically in degrees, "are the strongest. I created you, for this!" he turned on his heel quickly, gesturing to the landscape around us, "And this," he crouched once more and put his hands on the sides of Dean's face.

I felt so much rage and wrath and just so much power course through my body. "I said… don't, touch him!" I jumped up and tackled him, but as I hit the ground he was gone and I was on top of Dean's body, his green eyes watching me without any trace of life. My head fell on his chest as I began weeping, painfully and fiercely.

I felt a hand on my back, rubbing it the way Dean does, I threw my head up to see those familiar emerald eyes looking at me, really looking at me, but with worry filling them.

"Trinity!" his voice sounded, but didn't match, like it was an echo. "Trinity! Wake up!"