Omniscient POV
After they had the whole 'rising witnesses' thing, Sam gave Dean directions to East Windsor. The older Winchester floored it to the small town, and didn't really touch the brake until they were in front of the cemetery.
It was a plain, small gray stone with a cross carved into it.
"After...After you died, Nikki talked about how she didn't know who she was anymore." Sam said. Both brothers were standing with their hands in their pockets, looking down at the stone. "The nuns at the orphanage gave her the last name Blake. Howard was Jane's..."
"I get it." Dean mumbled.
The pale gray stone simply read NIKKI.
"You burned her bones?" Dean asked.
Sam nodded. "Covered her back up after...Didn't want cops swarming around her grave."
Using his foot, Dean nudged the bouquet of flowers by her grave. "You bring 'er these?"
Sam shook his head. "No...No that's Trevor. He's the coroner here...Trev is the one who stuck with Nikki when she was a Jane Doe." Sam explained. "I think he has some sort of psychic ability...He found her keys in a dream."
Dean raised his eyebrows. "Sumthin' we should be concerned about?"
Sam shook his head. "No...No, Trev's a good guy."
Trusting his brothers judgement, Dean dropped it. He would have pushed, but this had to do with Nikki. If he helped, he got a pass.
The brothers just stood over her grave.
A few minutes later, Dean began fighting a smile. "Remember when I told her her driving sucked?"
Sam chuckled once. "Yeah, and she dumped half a bottle of hot sauce under your burger bun?"
"Yeah." Dean shuddered at the memory, but still smiled. "Jesus, I think I drank a whole gallon of milk."
Sam smile a little as well and shook his head. He only stopped when his phone buzzed.
He begrudgingly answered it. "Yeah...Hey Trev, what's up?...No, no it definitely sounds like our kind of thing...Where?...Yeah, thanks." Sam hung up.
"That was Trevor, the coroner I was telling you about." Sam explained. "He was consulting on a case down in New Haven. They found a few missing college kids drained of blood."
"Vampire?" Dean guessed.
"No bite marks," Sam shrugged. "They had bruises on their wrists and ankles, like they were tied up."
"What are you thinking? Djinn?" Dean asked. "There aren't a lot of caves of ruins in Connecticut."
Sam shrugged. "We're only an hour away. Wanna check it out?"
Dean looked back down at Nikki's grave. "Yeah...Yeah, in a minute."
When the brothers got to New Haven, they stopped at a gas station to change into their fed suits. When Dean was looking through his bag in the trunk, he frowned at a plastic bag shoved in the back of the trunk. He pulled it out and took a look inside.
Nikki told Sam and Dean about her run in with Bela after they bumped into her during the ghost ship job. She'd used the money to buy herself some fed-wear; a gray pantsuit and a pink button-up.
That's what was in the bag.
Dean tied the bag back up, and threw it to the back of the trunk before grabbing his wrinkled suit and heading to the bathrooms to change.
A few hours later, Dean was still in his uncomfortable suit and on his way to the morgue. Sam ditched his suit and was walking around the neighborhood surrounding the Yale campus, where all of the dead kids attended.
"Nothing in the first two apartments," Sam told Dean over the phone. "Not surprised they were targeted; one didn't even have a working lock on their door."
Dean responded, but Sam was only half listening.
He smiled and knelt down to pet and scratch the big black, white and red dog that had bounded towards him.
"Hey boy," Sam said with a smile, scratching behind the dog's ears, and got a happy bark in response. He could hear Dean's muffled voice from his phone, forgotten on the ground, as he used both hands to play with and scratch the dog.
"...Where's home, boy?" Sam asked under his breath, reaching for the dog's blue collar and the shiny silver tag that hung from it.
"Sammy!" A feminine voice called.
Sam abruptly looked over his shoulder.
It sounded just like...
He shook his head, and looked back at the dog.
"Sammy! C'mon, where'd you go?"
"Sam? What's goin' on?" Dean half-yelled through the phone.
"C'mon Sammy! Don't do this to me!"
Sam stood up, the phone halfway to his face in one hand while the other held the collar of the big dog.
"Sammy!"
Every time the voice yelled something, Sam turned around abruptly, trying to see where the voice was coming from.
"Sammy! Where'd you go Sam-Sam?"
After turning around a few dozen times, he finally saw the source of the voice.
"Oh my God-There you are!"
The owner of the voice was behind Sam, and he turned around quick to see them. His eyes were wide as he looked at the woman at the corner, looking at him and the dog.
Dean heard Sam breathe one word before the phone fell to the ground and broke.
"Nikki."