As promised, the next chapter.
This is one of the last chapters in this praticulare story line, I WILL keep going though. :)
Nikki POV
I rolled over in my soft bed and looked out the window, seeing a thick layer of fluffy clouds covering the direct sun. It was probably going to rain today.
I so didn't want to get up.
I wanted to just stay here, in my warm bed.
But my throat was screaming for water. I felt like I had been gargling sand.
After I checked my phone, making sure it was in fact my day off, I skipped down the stairs in my pajamas (which consisted of a oversized t-shirt with 'Yale' on the front in faded letters and panties) and got a glass of water. I chugged it down quickly. I idly thought that the last time my throat had hurt like that, was the day after I went to a football game with my then-boyfriend Percy. I'd been screaming for almost four hours straight, then screaming six more hours at the party we went to after. I shrugged it off, and jumped when I heard the sound of someone knocking the large brass knocker on the door.
I looked over my shoulder at the clock on the microwave, it read 10:19. Not early enough for me to pretend I was still asleep, not late enough to pretend I was already out. I let out a sigh and grabbed the coffee cup. I tugged my t-shirt down as I walked, coffee in hand, as I walked to the door.
"Who is it?" I asked through the closed door.
"Uh, it's Sam," I heard through the door, then some mumbling and what sounded like a few punches.
"And Dean," another voice said, sounding annoyed.
"Yeah, Dean's here too." Sam added, clearly annoyed with his brother.
I rolled my eyes and started to undo the three heavy iron locks, and the one shiny new one. I opened the door halfway and leaned on it. "Hey." I said simply.
"Uh..." Sam trailed off, cheeks blushing as he looked away from me. He obviously wasn't expecting me to be half dressed with my hair down.
It was my day off! What did he expect? Dean, on the other hand was slowly looking me up and down appraisingly. He ended back at my eyes, his green ones had a glint in them that I recognized from Wendy's eyes every Saturday night.
"Uh...Y-Yeah, hi," Sam finally said, seemingly very interested in getting my binder out of his backpack. "Um...Travis said it was your day off, and-and I just wanted to give this back to you." He said, handing it to me.
"Thanks, that empty spot in the cardboard box was bothering me," I teased lightly, tucking the binder under my arm.
"This is great house you have, by the way," he added quickly.
"Yeah, well," I shrugged. "It's a house."
"No," Dean said, chuckling as he shook his head. "No, a split level in the suburbs is a 'house.' This is a friggen' castle." He finished, walking into the foyer, raising his voice at the end so it echoed through the high ceilinged room.
"Sure, come in, make yourself at home." I muttered sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
"I'm sorry about hi-" Sam started, I shook my head and smiled.
"It's fine," I sighed. "I had a foster brother like him." I mumbled under my breath. "C'mon in."
"...Wow." Sam said, looking around the foyer, and the other parts of the house you could see from it.
"Uh, yeah, so, the kitchens to the right, around the corner, make yourself at home, I'm going to...go...put on pants." I said awkwardly, backing up towards the staircase.
"Nah, your fine. We don't mind, do we Sammy?" Dean asked his brother, elbowing him playfully in the ribs. Sam shoved him away, his cheeks blushing pink as he sent his brother a glare.
Omniscient POV
"Holy shit, man!" Dean said to his brother as loudly as he could without Nikki hearing, grinning from ear to ear as he leisurely walked to the kitchen and shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it on the granite countertop.
"You see the knocker on the door?" Sam asked, trying to get back to the point of their whole visit.
"Man, look at the size of this fridge! This is half the size of most of our motel rooms!" Dean mused, grinned from ear to ear as he looked inside the industrial sized fridge that took up almost half the wall it was in.
"It was a raven," Sam continued, mentally agreeing that it was a pretty huge fridge. "To witches, a raven is-"
"-a symbol of magic and protection, I know I know." Dean muttered, waving him off, searching through the fridge. "Hey, wanna a breakfast burrito?" Dean asked, tossing a box over his shoulder at his brother, his head still in the fridge.
"What? No," Sam said, throwing the box back at Dean, who'd turned around.
"Your loss," he grumbled, ripping it open and opening the microwave. "Whoa." He said, shocked as he dropped wrapped burrito on the floor.
"Dean! C'mon, can't you just try to pretend to...Whoa." Sam repeated after going around the island to grab the burrito from the tiled floor. He'd stopped talking after seeing what stunned his brother.
Inside the microwave, the should-be white plastic insides were covered in black goo. It was actively spilling from where the top of the microwave met the sides. It was pushing what had already dripped down the sides out the front, spilling over the sides.
Both brothers took a step back when the first glob of ectoplasm fell to the floor with a light splat.
"Ok..." Dean said, slowly shutting the microwave door with one finger. "No breakfast burrito."
"That's a lot of ectoplasm...and there's no EMF." Sam said, tossing the small device he'd pulled from his pocket onto the island.
"Nothing?" Dean asked, grabbing the reader to look from himself. The needle was comfortably hovering over zero. "Nothing." He amended.
Grumbling, Dean opened up a door next to the fridge, after he flipped on the light, he stopped, one foot in the pantry, one foot out. "Sam! C'mere," Dean called over his shoulder. Sam made a small, irritated grunt. He came up behind his brother, a puzzled look on his face.
"What is that? Salt?" Sam asked, smelling the air.
"Yeah...A lot of salt." Dean corrected. He wasn't wrong either. Just standing in the empty pantry was making his nose and eyes burn like he'd opened his eyes and breathed while under the Atlantic. Without warning, Dean went to the back wall and seemed to test the strength of the wall breifly with his hand before punching it.
"Dean-!" Sam yelled, his voice a mix of shock and scolding, but it was cut short when he saw the grainy white substance that was pouring out of the hole in the plaster. Dean licked some of the substance that was on the back of his hand, ignoring the look Sam gave him.
"Salt. Who the hell fills their walls with salt?" He asked, shaking the grainy white from his hand and shaking his booted feet to get it off there as well.
Sam shook his head wordlessly, confused. He walked back to the island, and started to shrug off his jacket. He walked back into the kitchen and dropped his jacket over a chair and leaned on the counter.
"Salt in the walls, no EMF and ectoplasm." Sam listed off as Dean shut the pantry door behind him. "The salt in the walls would normally keep a spirit out," Sam thought out loud.
"Well if a spirit is making ectoplasm in a microwave in a kitchen with salt walls, this is one powerful mother." Dean said, sticking his head back in the fridge. "Hey, what's feta?" He asked offhandedly, picking up the square blue container.
"It's a type of cheese," Sam told him, making Dean toss the contained back on the glass shelf. "I've never heard of that, I mean, is that even possible? Salt is a spirit's kryptonite."
Dean only shrugged, and abruptly shut the fridge and grinned over Sam's shoulder. Sam followed his gaze to see Nikki wandering back into the kitchen.
"So...Whatcha' boys talkin' 'bout?" she asked, tying her hair up into a sloppy bun as she got another cup of coffee.
"Oh, you know, ectoplasm without EMF." Dean said casually, making Nikki furrow her eyebrows together in confusion as she stared at Dean. Then she started to giggle.
"I don't know what you've been drinking, but it's a little early, isn't it?" she asked, walking past Dean to sit in one of the stools at the island. Dean made a slight face at her before sticking his head back into the fridge.
Nikki rolled her eyes and turned to Sam. "So, not that I'm not happy to see you guys, or to be rude or anything, but why are you here?"
"To return your binder," Sam said automatically, not looking away from the cheap painting that he suddenly found very interesting on the wall opposite them.
Nikki was about to say something, but the lights started flickering, before there was a small click and they went out completely. The windows where open, so it was still light out, but it was a little darker.
"Hey! Did something happen?" Dean asked, still going through the fridge. "The light turned off in here."
"Probably the main breaker, the contractor told me it had been acting finicky the last few weeks." Nikki sighed, setting her coffee mug down.