I know, I know...I'm such a bad fic-writer. :(
I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while, but I posted two today...So... *hopeful little smile :)*
I'm sorry if parts of this seem a little rushed; I had half of it written already, and today I sat down on my phone for three hours at school while I waited for the power to come back on (yes, I sat in a darkened classroom for three and a half hours while I waited for the power to come back on, it didn't, by the way).
~Christianne
Omniscient POV
Nobody had seen the power of the Concupii Filia Celi Telum in more than a thousand years; Castiel drastically underestimated her. The wounds over her body should have made her vocalize her pain enough for Bobby Singer to come down to the panic room, examine and begin to treat her wounds. They should have delayed the discovery of the Enochian symbols branded to her ribs, but they didn't.
Just minutes after the angel left, Nikki's body began to soak up the spilt blood. Her wounds closed up on themselves and healed without scars.
Hours later, the Winchester brothers arrived at Bobby's house.
Sam sat with his side against Nikki's cot, his cheek on his arm along the and looking at Nikki. He hadn't noticed it before, but her hair was the dark, rich, ebony brown again. Sam laughed once; he was happy her hair was brown again. She looked like Nikki again.
Bobby had thrown Nikki's duffel in a dark, dry corner of his basement on top of a few cardboard boxes with some of her other stuff in them. Sam found her favorite pajamas in the duffle bag; a gray tank top with a tiny row of buttons at the neck and flannel shorts with a faded red and white plaid pattern. After waiting until Nikki stopped thrashing, Sam uncuffed her and changed her into the pajamas. The familiar, worn fabric must have helped her calm down.
Reluctantly, Sam cuffed Nikki to the bed again on Bobby and Dean's insistence, and pulled a blanket over her body. He sat on the floor next to her for hours on end. Sam held her hand, played with her fingers, pulled his fingers through her hair and soaked up her presence. He also held her down when she started to thrash around and panic again.
Sam didn't know he'd fallen asleep until he woke up with his face pressed to the cold floor of the panic room. He pushed himself up, and rolled his neck on his shoulders. It made a sound like popcorn and gravel. As much as he hated the idea, Sam left the panic room. He merely grunted when Dean and Bobby spoke to him, and walked past them to the stairs. He showered and put on fresh clothes. Not wanting to be too many floors away from Nikki, he fell onto the sofa and promptly fell asleep.
Hours later, in the panic room, Castiel again made an appearance; he wanted to see why the Concupivi Filia Celi Telum was not awake yet.
When he saw all her wounds had simply disappeared, he felt something akin to surprise. If one of the Winchesters or the Singer man were to check on her now, they'd surely see the Enochian carved, and nicely scared over, in her side. It was pivotal how the Concupivi Filia Celi Telum discovered to power they had; it must be done on her own, not through the Winchesters sweeping the Internet for the lettering on her ribs. So, Castiel took action.
He unlocked the handcuffs with a lazy wave of his hand. The metal fell from her wrists and ankles, making metallic clanks against the cot. Then, Castiel put two fingers against Nikki's forehead.
Nikki inhaled deeply, and opened her eyes.
The angel was gone before Nikki's vision could adjust and clear enough to see him.
Nikki POV
I woke up with a groan, and pressed the back of my wrist to my eye, then rubbed the other one.
After pushing myself up on the hard surface I was laying on, and throwing the scratchy blanket off my bare legs, I looked around. I was in a, slightly rusted, metal room.
I swung my legs over the edge of the cot, and put my feet on the cool floor. I stood, and wobbled briefly on my feet. I groaned again, putting a hand to my head as I got my balance back. Once I did, I went to the door.
It was a heavy, industrial looking one, and the first thought I had was damnit it's gonna be locked. I put my hands against it and pushed anyway, and my brows raised up in surprise. With a creak, the door swung open. I stepped out of the room, and frowned; I was in Bobby's basement. I also became aware that I was wearing my short PJ shorts, a tank top and no bra, but one problem at a time.
I made my way to the steps, and carefully climbed the splintered planks. Normally, I wore shoes (at least socks) when I went down them, but I was barefoot. I hopped up the last step and grabbed the doorknob. I pushed the door open and stepped onto the smooth, worn floor of Bobby's main floor.
I shut the door behind me, and looked around. "Hello?" I called softly, looking through the halls.
I walked to the study, and smiled a little as I saw Sam on the couch. His long legs were over the arm, and his head and shoulders propped up on the other, his laptop was on his stomach and there was a blanket haphazardly over a little less than half his body.
I left Sam to sleep, and headed the other way down the hall. Bobby was upstairs sleeping; his hat was over the edge of the banister. I froze as I heard something in the kitchen. I didn't have a weapon or anything, but there was tons of stuff to kill something in the kitchen. I slowly approached the doorway, and peeked through.
Someone was leaning into the fridge; all I could see was a hand over the top of the door and a pair of jean-clad legs. I reached for a knife I saw on the table at the same time the door shut.
"Dean?" I asked, leaving the knife on the table.
The tall hunter turned around when I spoke. He had a loaf of bread, some lunch meat, cheese and mustard arms, and a pickle hanging out of his mouth. He dropped the sandwich makings on the counter, bit off part of his pickle and dropped the rest on the counter too.
When his arms were empty, I ran at him from the other side of the small kitchen and threw my arms around him. He stumbled back a step, and I pressed my face to his chest. My fingers dug into his back and fisted the flannel material of his shirt. I wasn't quite crying, but I was gasping and shaking.
Dean took a moment, and hugged me back. I stopped shaking after a second or two, and my grip on Dean loosened (only because it seemed like he was having a hard time breathing).
"Oh my God how the hell are you out of Hell?" I asked, leaning out of the hug.
He just blinked at me, then narrowed his eyes. "You feelin' alright?"
"Dude, you were the dead one!" I said sternly, poking his chest. "I should be asking you if you're ok!"
I took a breath. "Are you ok?"
Dean gave a short, snorting laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I'm doin' fine Nik."
"Good." I said, crossing my arms.
"So, you never answered my question," Dean said; I barely had the words out of my mouth when he did.
I shrugged. "Fine, I guess. Kinda got a headache. A little sleepy..." I trailed off, my gaze drifting to the sandwich fixings on the counter. "Hungry."
Dean laughed once, and playfully shoved me away from his food. He told me he'd make me a sandwich, if I promised to let him be while he made it.
Laughing, I went into the living room. I glanced back at Dean, then slowly padded over to the sofa in my bare feet. I got down by the arm of the sofa, resting my chin on it, and lifted a hand up. I carded it through Sam's hair, starting at the long strands that fell by his face and going back to the crown of his head. He stirred slightly, nudging his head into my hand. I did it again, and this time Sam's eyes lazily opened.
He blinked a few times, and I ran my hand through his locks again. Sam focused his gaze on me, and a sleepy smile spread over his lips. I gave a quick glance to the doorway to the kitchen for Dean, then pressed a slow, soft kiss to Sam's temple. He laughed once, just a breath through his nose, and shifted on the couch.
When his laptop fell to the floor, he only frowned, but I gasped. He looked from the laptop to me, then sat up abruptly. While I examined his roughly discarded computer, Sam fought with the blanket over his legs.
"I don't think anythin'—Eep!" I was cut off when Sam reached down, grabbed me around my waist and lifted me up. I was gently crushed to his chest as my feet were lifted off the ground. I scrambled to get my arms around his neck as Sam leaned back a little and spun me around once.
When my feet landed on the floor again, I was a little dazed. Sam took advantage of that by swooping down to grab my face with one hand to guide me up to a kiss. At this point, I stopped questioning it and kissed him back. I tightened my grip around Sam's neck, and got up on my toes so he didn't have to lean down as much.
From the kisses I shared with Sam, this one seemed deeper. Not referring to his tounge in my mouth, more like this one held so much more emotion. Sam's other hand was on my side, and pressed into my flesh as it moved to hold the small of my back. Actually, it was a little lower than the small of my back; it wasn't ass-grabbing, but it was pretty close. The hand on my face moved to thread through, and eventually knot in, my hair.
Our mouths moved in tandem. Contrary to some of our other kisses, neither of us was trying to, 'win the imaginary prize,' as I once said. We were just enjoying each other, drinking each other in.
It was when I first pulled back slightly that I realized Sam as mumbling something. I briefly flashed back to when Meg was possessing Sam, and pulled away from his lips completely. He continued to kiss my face and neck, moving his grip on my hair to tilt my head to one side. As he nuzzled and kissed down my face to my neck, he mumbled over and over you're back.
"Hey," I said softly, taking his face in my hands. At first, I thought he was sad. But his eyes were sparkling in all the different colors that swirled around his irises, and the only thing that appeared to be keeping him from grinning was a hint of a sexy smirk. "What's wrong?"
Sam's eyes searched mine for a moment, then his forehead rested against mine. "Nothing..." Sam said under his breath. His grip on me adjusted briefly, so that he held me tighter and a little more, well, closer. I let out a happy little sigh, and let my head rest in the crook of his neck.
I swear I was almost asleep again when the sounds of Dean in the kitchen finally registered in my brain. After groaning in annoyance, I leaned away from Sam, only to be yanked back. I laughed a little, but after it happened three more times, I was a little annoyed. "Sam...C'mon, let me go!" I half whispered. "Do you want Dean to see-"
"He knows," Sam cut me off, his lips trailing over the shell of my ear as he spoke, making me shiver. When a kiss he pressed to my neck turned into a gentle suck and a hard nip, my eyes rolled back in my head, then what he said was processed.
"What?" I asked, jerking back from him entirely. "Why does he know?" I said in an angry, loud whisper, paired with a sharp shove to Sam's chest that pushed him back a little.
"I told him," Sam said, like it was an obvious answer.
"Why, Sam? Why did you tell your brother that we had sex while he was in Hell?" I hissed at him, giving him my best glare.
"Nik if you don't get in here I'm eating your sandwich!" Dean called from the kitchen. I looked towards the kitchen, then glared at Sam.
"If I wasn't so hungry, I'd so kick you ass!" I said lowly, giving his (very firm) chest a hard poke.
I quickly went into the kitchen, sat down across from Dean and started on my sandwich. Sam followed me into the kitchen, and pulled a chair up to the table. He straddled the back and crossed his arms over the back of the chair.
"So," I said, my mouth full. I paused and took a swig from the can of Sprite Dean got for me from the fridge. "Which one of you is going to start talking first?"
"Are you fucking kidding me!?" I yelled at Sam as I yanked my jeans up my legs. Dean and he had just finished clearing up what had happened the last five months, and Sam had followed me up to a bedroom.
"Nikki-" Sam tried to speak, but I just threw my discarded PJ shorts at him.
"What the fuck was that Sam? Wham-bam-thank-you Nikki?" I yelled at him as I pulled my tank top off my torso and grabbed my bra from the open duffle bag on the bed.
"I was trying to protect you from-" Sam was getting a little pissed at this point, and thank God because I had been trying to get a decent reaction from him since I slapped him across the face in the kitchen.
"From what, Sam?" I yelled in his face as I pulled a t-shirt over my head. "I'm the reincarnation of the world's most powerful witch, I have one-and-a-half souls, I've been scratched, stabbed, bitten and beaten to within an inch of my life by demons, vampires, werewolves and whatever the hell that thing was back in Spokane, and you were worried about me?"
Sam's jaw clenched, and he remained absolutely motionless as I yanked on my socks and Converse.
"You were worried about my safety, so you went after the thing that killed Dean on your own?" I asked incredulously. "I know you're a little bit of a jackass, but the stupid part you must have picked up while you were running around trying to find Lilith!"
"I was looking for you too Nikki!" Sam yelled back at me. "After I left, Bobby came back and you were gone! Your phones were dumped, your car wasn't anywhere and I couldn't find you!"
"The only reason you lost me in the first place was because you left me in bed all alone!" I snapped back, hiking my duffle over my shoulder and grabbing my hoodie from the door knob. I rolled my eyes at him as I started down the hallway to the stairs.
"Nik...C'mon-"
"Oh no no no!" I said, spinning on a heel to face Sam. I waved a sarcastic finger at him. "Don't 'Nik, c'mon' me Samuel Winchester! You left me in bed to go chase a demon, then you found me four months later in Connecticut with blonde hair!"
After that, I turned and went down the stairs loudly, ignoring Sam's yells. I went through the kitchen, and saw Dean at the table. I kissed the top of his head as I passed, and gave him a breezy 'later' as I went towards the, slightly rusty, Ford Cougar Bobby had in his yard.
"Where the hell are you going?!" Sam yelled-and I mean really yelled-at me as he jogged down the steps. Dean followed, and leaned on the doorframe with a beer in his hand.
"You said I had a dog back in New Haven." I huffed as I threw my bag in the truck.
"So?" Sam yelled, standing near the car.
"You told me I have a goddamn dog being watched by some snot-nosed neighbor kid! Where the fuck do you think I'm going?" I snapped at him as I got in the driver's seat.
"Nikki would you just listen to-"
I cut Sam off with the loud roar of the engine and peeled out of Bobby's yard.