A/N: I've made some last minuet changes to this chapter (sorry it's taken me so long for updates) that I don't think affect the previous chapters, however if you find any inconsistencies let me know and I will change it up a bit.
Pink is the new Black
Nikki knew the guys were feeling a bit awkward with taking her on the road with them. To be honest she was having some reservations about it as well. Sleeping in the same bed with Sam was helping him, but killing her. She'd never been in a situation like this before - completely and hopelessly attracted to the person she was supposed to be helping. And though she had told them more or less the truth about herself, she had definitely not been forthcoming with all her secrets.
Using her psychic ability, she scanned the premises to ensure no one would interrupt her. The guys were all outside huddled around Dean's black car, drinking beer and discussing monsters. Perfect, she thought. Relaxing her mind, she let out a low whistle. A woofing sound and light scratches on the floor signaled her companion had been successfully summoned. She bent down, patted what seemed to be air, and then whispered "Illuminati".
The black hellhound was massive in appearance; it looked like a cross between a wolf's head and an adult lion's body, with fangs that prominently showed like an extinct Saber Tooth cat. Its black eyes gave off a luminescent type quality that made them "glow". The hellhound dropped to the floor with a loud thump, knocking over a lamp from the bedside table. Nervously she scanned the house once again to ensure no one had heard and righted the fallen object. The men were still outside, congregated around the car, so she squatted down, and patted the dogs head.
"Hey there boy, did you miss me?" she whispered. He ducked his head, did a belly crawl over to her out-stretched hand, and made a whining sound. She scratched his ears and stroked his soft fur.
"I need to borrow your eyes baby, do you mind?" The hellhound gave off a low rumble and curled up at her feet, ostensibly to take a nap. She touched its forehead briefly and then turned to the mirror on the dresser. Black, demonic eyes stared back at her and for a second, and she cringed.
Yep, I bet this would be a deal breaker huh? Oh no Sam, I'm not demonic per se, just borrowing my demonic dog's eye sight so I can do a little busy work, you know, nothing major. She thought bitterly as she moved around the room gathering her things.
She took out a padded black case from her duffel bag and unzipped her small little net book. Opening it up and hacking into to Bobby's wifi network, she immediately set to work documenting everything that had happened over the last few weeks since she'd been with the Winchesters. She always kept files on the people she helped, how she had been directed to them, what they had experienced, and how she had resolved the issue. Sam's case was on going so she scanned her other files on people that she continued to stay in touch with to double check on how they were doing. After sending out a few emails and checking her bank account, she brought out her IPod and hooked it up to her computer. Laying it all on her cot, she walked into the bathroom refilled her water bottle.
The hellhound lifted its head and gave another low rumble, Nikki tensed and scanned the house, and sure enough, Bobby had come inside and was headed her way. Cursing she quickly shoved the computer under a pillow and tapped her dog's head, whispering a quick "Illuminati!" and he disappeared. "Stay quiet, Diablo, please!" She begged as Bobby opened the door to her room and poked his head in at her.
"Hey, we were just discussing running into town to grab a bite to eat, you game? The boys want to make sure you have enough gear when they head out." Nikki smiled and nodded her back to Bobby so that he wouldn't see her eyes.
"Sure that sounds great, just give me a second and I'll be right out." Bobby nodded, and then frowned.
"Damn, girl, you need to make Sam wash his clothes. It smells like wet dog and sulfur in here!" Nikki's eyes widened and she gave off a nervous little laugh.
"I'll do that." Bobby, still frowning at her back, nodded, and closed the door. Nikki let loose a frightened sigh and reached down to pat the hellhounds head once again.
"Sorry Di, I have to go." She grabbed her laptop out from under the pillow; made sure her work was saved, and ejected the IPod. Stowing it all away in her bag she quickly did a once over of her appearance, gave Diablo another hug and exchanged eyesight. Another low whistle and the dog was gone.
Just how she had come across the devil dog she didn't actually remember, but Diablo had been her constant companion since she was sixteen. She'd ran off from the state run hospital that had taken her in when foster care had declined her due to her "unusual" characteristics. Apparently, none of the many foster parents she had went through liked having a clairvoyant living in their household. Which was fine with her, but unfortunately she didn't like the hospital either so she had decided one day that she would leave. She had tapped the sight of dying woman a few doors down from her and taken off running. Somewhere during her flight for freedom that night, the woman had died and she'd lost her sight once again. Terrified and alone she'd fallen asleep on the cold ground, knowing death would be close at hand. She'd woke up with a cold nose pressed against her face, under a bridge, covered in a blanket, with $50 and credit card with instructions to active it so her money would be deposited every month.
She wasn't sure why she'd been given a hellhound but Di had come in handy in more situations than she can count. He'd been her saving grace and she rarely thought of the fact that he was a hellhound, a devil dog that, at one time, had drug Dean to hell and likely countless other poor bastards too. Snapping out of her reverie, she extended her cane and tapped her way down the hall. Sam was waiting for her and she took his offered arm, sliding in to the backseat of the Impala.
The trip into town didn't take long. They ate quickly, and then hit a few stores where she picked up more jeans, shirts, boots and a couple pairs of sturdy gloves. The funniest part of the day was when they had all stood outside of the Victoria's Secret shop where she had a sales woman help her purchase a few extra personal items. Dean couldn't help himself and teasing Sam was the delight of the moment.
"Dude, seriously, shut the hell up!" Sam exclaimed. Dean snickered.
"What? I just figured since you're bunking with her you'd like to know the answer: Crotchless or Granny? I have an excellent view of Nurse Hottie in there and I have to say man... if she was cuddling with me they'd definitely be ... Ooof!" Dean almost went down on one knee when Bobby looked back him, and now had both hands on his hips, taking slow breaths. Bobby snorted.
"Real mature, I almost think you guys are going to need a babysitter when you head out." He shook his head disgustedly and sat down on a bench.
Nikki was actually having fun. The guys had walked her in to the store, seized a sales clerk, and quickly told her to get whatever Nikki said she needed, and just as fast ran from the store like a hellhound was their tail. So far, she had picked up a pink duffle bag that the sales clerk had begun dropping Nikki's purchases into. Several bras, underwear, pajama bottoms and tops, t-shirts, shorts, socks, flip-flops, and sparkly tennis shoes that said "Pink" on the side later, Nikki felt she had been in the fitting room for hours trying it all on.
"So how do they look?" she asked. The sales clerk and a few other women squealed with delight.
"You're with the three hot perfect examples of manhood outside the store right?" someone asked. Nikki nodded and laughed.
"Yeah, I am." Everyone giggled.
"Those are great everyday undies sweetie but you really need to try this on ..." And for another hour, the women convinced her to try on several other more "racy and lacey" items of which a few apparently found their way into the bag.
"So, that seems to be everything you'll need ..." Nikki paused for a second.
"Are they still outside?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Do you sell ... um ... I don't know ..." The sales clerk smiled.
"Perfume, make-up that sort of thing?" Nikki nodded.
"I just don't need a lot but do you think you can find something that would look ok? Maybe some lipstick or something?" She was blushing and the sales woman smiled.
"Stay here ... I'll be right back." She came back with several samples of perfume and make-up compacts and with the help of the other women Nikki was able to expertly apply the cosmetics without being able to see herself and still look great. Confident that she had everything she needed, she checked out and headed out of the store, a chorus of feminine sighs echoing behind them as Nikki and the guys headed towards the Impala.
"Nice duffel bag." Dean said, eyeballing it like it was bad fish. Sam grabbed it and shoved it in the trunk, tossing his brother a dirty look.
"Thank you, the ladies said it was bigger and would hold all my stuff. It's not too much for the trunk space is it?" She asked nervously. Bobby snickered and patted Dean on the back, who was still looking at the pink duffel bag stuffed in between him and Sam's green army duffels like it was going to jump out and bite him.
"Uhhh .. no its .. fine." He bit out a grumpily. Sam rolled his eyes and shut the trunk, hoping that the bag would still be in one piece the next morning when they planned to head out.
Once they had unloaded all of Nikki's stuff and got it into the house the guys left her alone to pack and rest. Meanwhile Sam and Bobby were making notes of possible cases that might involve either rogue angels or some of the lost weapons that Cas badly needed to get back in to Heaven. Dean had taken off to try to find a cell phone that Nikki could use without much difficulty, leaving her to herself in the room she shared with Sam.
She took her time packing, making sure that her laptop and other "extra" purchases were tucked away where no one would find them. Sighing to herself and wishing she could see, she considered summoning Diablo, but there were too many people in the house. She left out a pair of jeans, socks, her new boots, and the soft new pair of underwear and bra that she'd picked up today and set them aside on the cot. Then laying out a pair of pajama bottoms and matching shirt, which she secretly hoped Sam would like on her, she made one last check of the room to make sure she'd only left out what she would need for a quick shower in the morning. Hearing the Impala's engine roar into the drive she headed to the living room to check Dean's progress on getting her a cell phone.
"Hey, check this out!" He produced an Iphone loaded with voice over technology and all the preset contacts that she would need. After a few hours of playing with it and setting the ring tones to something she would remember for each of their numbers, Dean produced a lanyard and case that hung over her neck to hold her phone in.
"Pink, to match all the other things you got today." Nikki smiled, opened her mouth to thank them, then a look of horror washed over her face. Dean's eyes widened.
"What?" Sam and Bobby looked up concerned when they saw the look on her face too.
"Pink? Everything was Pink?" She asked, eyes wide.
"Well, yeah ... uhh ... I figured ..." She was shaking her head.
"EVERYTHING ... was pink Dean?" Dean looked confused.
"Pretty much everything ..."
"Pretty much everything isn't everything ... it's ALMOST everything ... so which is it?" Dean took two steps back, the look on her face starting to worry him. He glanced at Sam and Bobby for help and got nothing but shrugs.
"Well, all the stuff from the underwear store was ... uhh ... pink ... " he said, almost stuttering the word, which made Nikki's face turn a bright shade of red.
"Oh no ..." she groaned and put a hand on her forehead.
"Nikki, what's wrong?" They all asked in unison.
"They were supposed to be a neutral color; you can't wear white t-shirts with pink ... under things ... under them!" The guys laughed, relaxing immediately.
"Sure you can, besides, your blind, it'll be hot ..." Nikki's hand shot out and landed a punch dead center in the middle of Dean's chest that made Sam and Bobby cringe.
"If you would have followed my advice and called Lisa by now I wouldn't have this problem you pig headed jerk!" She huffed. Dean rubbed his chest.
"Where'd you learn to hit like that?" He asked her, clearly as impressed as everyone else who was watching. Nikki sighed and made a face that clearly stated what intellectual level she thought Dean ranked.
"I'm on the road alone, ALOT, Dean. I've taken kick boxing classes since I was sixteen. I may not be able to see, but there's nothing wrong with my hearing. I can handle myself in a fight, just don't hand me a gun though, tried lessons and was pretty much kicked off the firing range." She joked. Dean looked at Sam, who raised his eyebrows.
"Can you use a knife?" She nodded.
"A knife and all kinds of throwing weapons, my instructor wanted to make sure that I was certified in everything that I could safely use to defend myself with. Too bad that didn't include something to protect myself from evil saleswomen who take advantage of the blind ..." she stated angrily.
Dean stood up, considered her for a second, then whipped out a knife and instantly came at Nikki. In a blur, Nikki dodged sideways as Dean lunged towards her, grabbed his wrist and twisted hard sending the knife flying from his grip, an elbow to the kidney and knee to the gut and a sweep of her feet to the backs of his knees and Dean was on the floor panting, face down, and one arm twisted painfully behind him. Nikki let go and stepped back, hands up defensively.
"Like I said Dean, I may be blind but I can handle this. I promise I'm good for more than just the obvious stuff." Sam, who had been pacing nervously beside Bobby and watching Dean with a look that screamed he'd thought his brother had lost his mind, immediately stepped between the two.
"Outside now!" His voice commanding, he reached out, grabbed a handful of Dean's jacket, and all but drug him out the door. Off the porch and nose to nose, Dean realized he'd set his brother off and backed up a step or two to make sure he was well out of Sam's mammoth reach.
"Calm down Sam, I would never have hurt her." Dean said calmly, watching a myriad of emotions cross Sam's face, least of which was anger, and Dean knew just how quickly that could turn to a deadly, blinding rage with Sam.
"What the fuck was that Dean? You came at her with a KNIFE! Are you insane?" Dean shook his head and held his hands up, keeping a careful eye on Sam.
"Dude, she kicked my ass. I needed to know she wasn't talking about some dance class she'd taken. When we go off and leave her alone in a room or the car I don't want to have to worry that some sick bastard will come in on her or worse some demon spawn sick bastard." That brought Sam up short and he looked at Dean seriously.
"Shit ..." he shook his head furiously, "... all this time I've only thought of myself and not how we'd keep her safe while we were out on a job." He looked more level headed so Dean relaxed a bit and nodded, running a hand over his face for second.
"So, she can definitely defend herself but you know what she needs Sam ..." Sam nodded.
"Anti-Possession tattoo, an angel-sword, and white bras?" Dean nodded, and they started to walk back into the house, but stopped short of the door and raised a hand to Sam, stopping the taller brother.
"White bras?" Sam rolled his eyes as Dean snickered.
"She's right, call Lisa, for my sake if for nothing else, 'cause you're going to drive me insane!" Sam muttered.
Ok, Sam thought to himself as they all started to wind down and head towards their respectful rooms for the night; I am NOT going to think about her underwear, nor the color of said underwear. I will recite the dictionary, alphabet, law - whatever I need to do to keep my mind firmly away from sexy pink lace bra's with matching lace underwear that may or may not involve accessible holes in private area's and Dean's damn commentary on crotchless underwear versus just no underwear at all. Sam's intentions held out just long enough to see Nikki drying her hair with a towel in a pair of pajama bottoms with "PINK" embellished on back of them. She was leaning over twisting the towel around her hair and the front of her tight camisole was gapping open so he had an excellent view down her shirt. When she straightened up the thin fabric was pulled tight across the most perfect set of breasts Sam had ever seen and he just about lost control right there.
"Oh, hey, I was just about finished in here if you're ready for a shower." She stated brightly, ducking back in to hang the wet towel up before she quietly walked over to the bed and sat down brushing out her hair.
"Uhh ... yeah ..."he stuttered. He grabbed some clothes from his bag and headed to the bathroom.
Letting the warm spray from the shower wash over him, he let loose a long deep sigh. Sam couldn't even remember the last time he had been so attracted to someone. Jessica had been his martyred vision of what could have been and stoked the fire of revenge for a life lost for so long, and he'd used that fuel to hunt. Now, with his rage tightly contained to a more manageable level, he thought back on his relationship and could clearly see the holes that had permeated his time with her. The primary thing he realized that had been missing was the passion, something he had painfully discovered with Madison, the were-wolf he'd mistakenly thought he could save.
But now, with Nikki, he was terrified that what he'd missed in both his previous relationships would be found with her. A chilling thought, since every woman he'd ever loved had died a horrible death. He didn't think that he could handle loosing Nikki, and not just because she kept him sane. My god, less than a month ago I didn't even have a life, and now that I do it's just as messed up as it always is, he thought ruefully. Sam stepped out of the shower and dried off. Slipping on his clothes, he brushed his teeth and towel dried his hair. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. Noticeable lines around his eyes and mouth stood out starkly in the poor lighting of the bathroom mirror. Less than a month with her and here, I am making myself believe that I'm in love. Dean would have a hay day. He rolled his eyes at himself in the mirror. What am I thinking; Dean's going to have a hay day with this no matter what. He chuckled sarcastically to himself, then slipped out of the bathroom, put his clothes in his duffel, and climbed into bed.
Nikki was running her hand over a book she had opened and so Sam casually slid an arm under her pillow and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Interesting book." They both chuckled.
"It's the Bible." Nikki stated, eliciting a mildly shocked look from Sam.
"Really? You read it often?" He asked. She nodded.
"I don't get my hands on many brail books, so I carry this around for when I want to read something." She twisted a bit more towards Sam and took his hand.
"Run your fingers lightly over the pages." Sam did so, feeling the ridges.
"I can't believe that you can read those." She smiled, her head was on his chest, her breath gently warming his skin.
They lay exactly like that for a while, Sam's even breathing letting her know he'd fallen asleep behind her. She gently moved to place the book on the cot and suddenly Sam's body seemed to fold in on itself, going rigid, and a harsh cry ripped from his throat. She attempted to place her hands on him but his flailing arms sent her reeling across the room. Dean was immediately at Sam's side, yelling for him to calm down, and trying valiantly to pin his brother's arms before he could hurt himself. Meanwhile, Bobby was helping Nikki off the floor, who was desperately reaching for Sam.
"Sam! Sam, calm down ... Ahhh... Nikki you got him?" Dean asked desperately, blood coming from Sam's ears now.
Nikki nodded as she slid her legs around Sam and brought him back against her, resting her body and his weight against the headboard. She wrapped one arm around Sam's chest and the other cradled his head. Rocking back and forth, slowly trying to bring Sam back to this reality, she was immediately hit with a vision. She gasped at the images filling her mind and immediately knew they were coming from Sam's time in hell. She'd already dealt with some of these before but this time it was as if they were being sent to Sam and meant for her to see. She gasped and let go of Sam, swinging him around to her.
"Sam, wake up NOW!" She cried and Sam immediately opened his eyes, his attack over. Dean and Bobby looked at Nikki horrified.
"This was different wasn't it? I can't remember anything but I know it was different. What happened?" Sam asked, trying to push his sore body against the pillows. Nikki, who was frozen in place on the bed, mouth open in shock, ducked her head, shaking like a leaf.
"Nikki, what's wrong? What did you see?" Dean asked concerned, frowning at Bobby who stood by her on the other side of the bed.
"Nikki?" Bobby hesitantly reached a hand out to her; she instantly jerked away and shook her head, raising an arm up as if to ward off some attack. For a tense moment, all three stared at her, Bobby finally breaking the silence.
"Maybe you guys should put off leaving in the morning ..."he stated, Nikki who was still in a state of shock nodded.
"Yes, we should, because I need to speak with your angel friend. Immediately." She looked up and Sam instantly read the stark terror in her face, her softly accented voice so filled with pain.
"Dean, "he whispered raggedly, pulling Nikki's stiff body on to his chest and stoking her hair, "call Cas. I don't know what happened but that had nothing to do with my head. It was like something was trying to take possession over me."
"Cas, if you can hear me, we need an angel intervention, like RIGHT now." Dean said. Nothing. "C'mon Cas dammit, we need some help here, something is ..."
"I am aware of your situation Dean, I simply do not know what it is that I can do to help you at this time." Castiel said behind Dean in a very agitated voice.
"Seriously, that's all you have? Something is trying to take over Sam's body, it affected Nikki, and all you can say 'Oh, that sucks?' Really Cas?" Dean yelled. Castiel glared angrily at Dean.
"I am in the middle of an all out war Dean, I have stepped away from my duty countless times to come down here to 'intervene' for you. I realize you are having trouble, but some appreciation for what I am going through would be nice here!" He yelled back. Dean sighed and ran a hand over his face.
"You're right, I'm sorry Cas, that was unfair of me, but dammit man I just got him back .. "he whispered raggedly.
"Stop ..." came Nikki's soft reply, "I asked for Dean to contact you. I know what's going on with the souls, or at least some of what is going on with them." That brought all three faces to bear on Nikki's pale one, still buried in Sam's chest. She disengaged herself from his arms and swiveled her head towards Dean's voice.
"It's horrible," she whispered brokenly," they are making deals for the Guff." Cas was floored, so stunned that he actually wobbled and had to put a hand on the wall to steady himself. Bobby leaped into action.
"The Guff? What is it?" he asked. Cas looked at him strangely, almost looking through him.
"That's impossible, your information is incorrect." Nikki shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I wish it were so ... but my information comes from one who would know." She stood up, Bobby offering his arm.
"We should continue this in the living room, there will be more room."
Nikki sat on the floor, wrapped in a blanket, Sam holding her comfortingly. She had no clue, no vision on how this conversation was going to play out and it scared her. She knew it was time to let them know about Diablo and the rest of her powers but she didn't want to lose the fragile relationships she had developed with Sam and his family. But it was the time for truth, especially now.
"I want you to know that I had no intention of lying to any of you." She squeezed Sam's hand.
"Lying about what?" he asked, frowning.
"This." She said, and let out her low whistle summoning Diablo.
"Hellhound! You're traveling friend was a hellhound!" Sam yelled, behind the dog she could hear Bobby cocking a shotgun full of rock salt.
"Please, his name is Diablo and he won't harm you. He's protected me for years while we were on the road together!" She yelled, clutching the massive animal to her, Sam backed slowly away from its wagging tail, which felt like he was getting hit with a baseball club.
"Uhhh, Nikki, it's a Hellhound. A real one, in case you didn't know, maybe you should just back away slowly ..." he said, reaching under the desk to grab the demon killing knife. The dog slowly bared its teeth at him, a lot of teeth, a low rumble coming from his throat, then promptly rolled over on its back and produced its belly to him. A low grunting, almost hissing sound coming from its mouth, Almost like the damn thing is laughing at me, Sam thought looking towards Dean who had a mixed look of horror and disgust on his face.
"Is it laughing at you Sam?" he asked, turning quickly to look at Bobby who sighed.
"Balls, that was the wet dog and sulfur smell in your room the other day wasn't it?" he asked angrily.
"Yes." she said quietly.
"That's why you couldn't look at me, because you were lying to me! In my own house." Nikki shook her head.
"No," she said almost inaudibly,"it was because of this." She reached her hand out and tapped Diablo's head. His eyes immediately went from demonic black to her colorless white. Sam gasped and shook his head, as she looked at him for the first time head on.
"No." he stated, shaking his head, almost nauseous at the tearful demonic eyes staring at him.
"You're ..." he stuttered. Dean flicked the safety off his pistol, but Castiel grabbed his wrist before he could raise it and aim it at her.
"She is not a demon, she is merely borrowing the hellhound's sight to use as her own." he stated flatly as Nikki swung her eyes to him. "I know who you are ..." Nikki nodded.
"It's the one power your brother didn't know I had, that I could still see if I had a willing donor. I never keep anyone's sight, I just use it. Over the years it's been easy to borrow Di's, I use sunglasses to hide them though." She looked back at Dean, Sam, and Bobby,"I knew that if I showed you this you would be scared of me, but I had no choice. You have to know what is going on and that I'm telling you the truth!" she exclaimed.
Standing she went to Bobby's desk and found the Talmud, a Jewish interpretation of the Torah. Flipping through the pages, she found the entry on the Guff and walked over to Cas showing it to him.
"Here, this is what they want. I know because the information that I've been getting from Di when he comes to me is almost the same as what I caught from Sam this afternoon. Your brother, Raphael, will soon enter in to negations with Hell in order to jump start, once again, the apocalypse."Suddenly she whipped around and glared straight at Sam and exclaimed, "CRISTO! God the Father Almighty, maker of heaven and earth, give me salt or holy water, just please stop projecting stupid thoughts of me and RUBY, Sam Winchester!" She yelled furiously at him, angrily slamming the book at Cas and walking over to Bobby's desk. She emptied a vial of salt into a glass jar of holy water and drank half the glass, choking on the salt and grimacing.
"Oh, this is just bloody awful, no wonder demons can't handle it. I don't know what breathing organism could. Eck .." she said, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her shirt. They all stared at her for a moment, then down at Sam.
"You compared your girlfriend to Ruby? Dude, you're never gonna get laid now." Dean sighed dramatically and hugged Nikki.
"Ok, rule number one - no demonic dogs in the house, motel room, or my car got it?" Nikki nodded, a bit shaken.
"Rule number two - no demonic eye swapping without notice because you're setting off all kinds of alarm bells sweetheart and that ain't good around trigger happy hunters." He shivered for effect and Nikki gave a nervous laugh and nodded. Sam got up and hugged her.
"Eye's are no big deal, I'm kinda used to them," he leaned to whisper in her ear, "not in bed ok? Really not good there". She laughed and hugged him.
"I'm sorry Sam." He kissed the top of her head and rolled his eyes when Dean produced a pair of sunglasses for her.
"Dude, creepy ok?" Sam nudged his brother, giving him a bitchface.
"So what is the Guff?" Bobby asked, looking at Castiel.
"It holds the souls of the unborn." He whispered brokenly, looking at Nikki.
"You are sure of this? Tell me all you know." He asked her.
"From what I've seen so far, and I've done my best to track into the future as far as I can. However, angels are so much more cosmically attuned that it's hard for me to do so without being detected. I'm already hunted for one power, I'm terrified if they knew the extent of the rest that I can do." Cas looked at her closely. For the first time Nikki feared she'd made a mistake trusting Castiel. She moved in closer to Sam, who frowned at Cas.
"Cas?" He asked questioningly.
"She is not a vessel, but the power she wields is close to one. Continue please." He commented.
"So I followed the visions, I couldn't make out who they were coming from but I did encounter demons and angels sitting around what seemed to be a conference table and they were shaking hands. Two words came instantly to my mind, Guff and Purgatory. I know what they both want, control and souls. If Hell got control of the Guff they would use the unborn souls for their own purposes," she shivered in Sam's arms, "and once they'd emptied the Guff then ..." she stopped there unable to go on, tears choking her.
"What happens if the 'Guff' is emptied Cas?" Cas shook his head in disbelief.
"When last soul is born, and the Guff is empty, that is when the Messiah will return." Bobby read aloud from the book Nikki had shoved at Cas, the looked up. "It's a set up for another apocalypse."
"The Guff is also known as the Hall of Souls." Cas sat heavily on the couch and put his head in his hands.
"Ok, so aside from horrifying thoughts of what demons would do to the souls in the Guff, what ties them to Purgatory?" Bobby asked, almost not wanting to ask.
"It takes a one pure soul to drag one un-pure soul from Purgatory." Castiel stated. He walked to a window and looked up into the sky. "I thought to save them, to change their minds, remind them of Father's love for them and his love for humans. I wanted to show them how brother's can be close to each other like I have learned from you two. I never thought it would go this far, something as sacrilegious and vile as corrupting a pure unborn soul ... to toss it into ..."Cas looked dejectedly, almost brokenly at Dean and Sam. Sam let go of Nikki and looked sadly at Castiel.
"Cas, we'll figure something out, we always do." Dean nodded.
"You're brothers are douche bags man, but if there's any way we can stop this from happening you know we've got your back." Cas looked at his friends and was grateful for the time he'd spent as a human.
"I just hope we can stop this in enough time." Cas said frowning. Dean twisted his head, fixing Cas with a look.
"You don't mean time as in before saving the world do you? What else is going on Cas?" The Archangel turned from the window and looked at Dean and then Sam.
"The more heinous crimes Raphael and his army commit the more corrupt they become. The last thing we want is for this deal to be made. If it does, it will be the final act and we will be facing an multitude of Archangels just like Lucifer."
The room was silent, horror on everyone's face, most especially Sam's. Dean finally spoke up.
"Let's get to work on this, I have a feeling that our other cosmic junk food buddy may very well pop over to hear our latest psychic news bulletin and I really want to have this pulled together before he does." Dean stated gruffly.
A/N: I was having alot of fun writing this story till I screwed up and wrote the ending one day for it. Since then I just can't seem to fill in the middle to where it comes out the way I wanted! I'm working on another story so updates will come ... they will just be slow.