I'm so sorry I didn't post yesterday! Sherlock was on last night (I'm still all excited about that) and I had myself a marathon of 1 and 2! So…Yeah…

Well, enjoy the chapter!

-Christianne

Nikki POV

My head hurt.

My head really hurt.

I groaned and opened my eyes.

I was at home, in my bed.

"Ok, new #1 Crazy Dream," I said, rubbing my eyes, then letting my arm flail back down. It didn't hit my fluffy comforter; it hit something pretty hard. And that something hard groaned.

I shot up, wincing from my throbbing head, and stared at the body in my bed, under my covers next to me.

Sam. Holy shit.

Sam was in my bed.

I dressed in a t-shirt and panties and Sam was shirtless, the covers pulled up to the middle of his back. He was on his stomach, his muscular arms around the plush pillow, his lengthy hair was mussed over his pillow and his face was squished into the pillow in a way that he must have found comfortable. I knew I could never sleep like that.

This little assessment of mine only took me about three seconds, after that I...Well, I freaked out. I ended up flailing my limbs to try and get out of my covers, and in doing that, I smacked the back of my hand on my bedpost. I let out a little yelp in pain and jumped away from the bedpost.

The next thing I knew, I was being pinned down to my bed by two strong hands, grasping my forearms and holding them over my head. I let out another yelp, then looked up at Sam, surprisingly.

His eyes were heavily lidded with sleep, but after he blinked a few times and shook his head, making his hair messier, he looked down at me. His eyes widened in shock, and he opened his mouth, then closed it when no sound came out. I was just staring at him wide eyed.

I had to admit, a shirtless Sam pinning me to my bed was kind of a turn on. But that thought was pointless against the shock that a man, that I found very attractive, pinned me to my bed and I had no idea how he got in my bed in the first place.

"Uh..." Sam said, frozen, eyes still wide.

"Think you could...You know...Let me up?" I said slowly, knowing that if I just leaned up and kissed him that'd just make things awkward.

"Y-Yeah," Sam stuttered, embarrassed. It took him a second, like he was trying to remember how to move his hands. In that second hesitation, my bedroom door was thrown open. I whipped my head over to look, Sam looked over his shoulder on instinct.

"Hey, Nik, you seen..." Dean trailed off, seeing the situation me and Sam were currently in. I used all my strength to push my arms up and out of Sam's grasp, then put both hands on his chest and pushed, making him bounce back onto his side of the bed-What the hell am I thinking?! He doesn't have a side!

I stayed in my spot, pulling the covers up to my chin as I sat in my bed. Dean probably got a pretty good look at me when Sam had me pinned down, and I didn't really want him to see me walking around in my panties. Then again, the rational part of me didn't want Sam to see me in just panties and a t-shirt, but I just told that part of my mind to shut up. I had bigger issues.

"I was just gonna ask if you'd seen Sam," Dean said, fighting to keep a smile off his face. "Which, obviously you have." He added.

"Shut up Dean," Sam mumbled, quickly getting off my bed, looking from his spot for the rest of his clothes, which he found on the bench at the foot of my bed. I, as much as I hated to admit it, had my eyes glued to him the whole time. As it turns out, he had jeans on the whole time...worn, faded, low slung, V-showing jeans. He quickly pulled his pants up over the little bit of dark green and blue plaid boxers that where showing and grabbed his belt, missing a belt loop, which Dean pointed out for him, in his haste to get dressed.

I jumped as something was tossed at me; a pair of sweatpants. I gave Sam a questioning look as he covered that amazingly sculpted chest of his with a shirt. He shrugged and glanced at the bench, as if to say 'It was on there.' I shrugged and jumped out of bed, pulling the sweatpants on. Dean was still grinning, leaning on the door frame.

"I...Uh...I'm gonna go put on real clothes," I said, my cheeks bright red as I dashed to my closet. After I shut the door, I leaned on it, trying to get my cheeks to stop feeling like they were on fire.

I quickly put on a pair of jeans and paused to look in the mirror after I put on my bra. The mark on my side was gone. Completely gone. I frowned, running my hand over my ribs, completely pain free. I let the thought go as I pulled a long sleeved shirt on, and tied my dark hair up in a bun. I looked at my phone, surprised to see the date. A whole day had passed.

I quickly ran downstairs, skidding to a stop just outside the kitchen. I walked in at a normal pace, seeing Dean holding a bag of frozen peas on his forehead, still grinning, and Sam was eating a bowl of cereal, glaring at Dean with a reddish tint to his cheeks.

"Uh..." I said, announcing himself. "Would either of you like to enlighten me on what happened yesterday?"

"So...I'm related to a witch," I said slowly. It was easier to believe that they hunted monsters than it was to believe I was related to, and am, a witch.

"Yup." Dean said from under his peas.

"And, I'm one, a witch, too. A witch, pointy hat, broom, cauldron, double bubble toil and trouble, black cat owning; witch." I said, looking at them doubtfully.

"Yeah, a pretty powerful one." Sam put in. I just stared at him, too shocked to do anything else. He blushed lightly and dropped his gaze to the counter. We were all silent for a few minutes.

"So...If you guys hunt stuff..." I started, Sam kept his gaze steady on the counter, his jaw clenching and unclenching. Dean didn't move, hell, he didn't blink.

"Does that mean I should be, like, hiding in my room with my dresser in front of my door?" I laughed nervously. Sam continued to clench and unclench his jaw as he stared intently at the table, Dean let out a laugh, leaning back on his stool at the island, balancing on the back to legs as he grinned up at the ceiling.

"C'mon guys," I said, still laughing nervously as they remained still.

"If you're going to kill me at least tell me!" I said, now genuinely scared.

"We're not going to kill you Nikki!" Sam burst out, his eyes bored into mine, they were full of honesty and what looked a lot like guilt.

"Yet." Dean muttered darkly, the smirk on his face told me he was just teasing, but Sam glared at him anyway. "What? Too soon?"

"Yeah, just a bit." I said, feeling like someone had punched me in the chest.

"Oh...Sorry," Dean muttered, not really meaning it, but, I took it. After a few deep breaths, I was alright, well, not alright, but better.

"Hey, how do you feel?" Sam asked me suddenly.

I shrugged. "My head hurts a little...Kinda hungry..." I mumbled. Dean chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"I mean, do you feel...different at all? Less or more energy, that sort of thing?" Sam elaborated.

I thought about it, then shook my head no. "No. No, not really, not that I've noticed."

"Not feeling demon-y, any urges to turn people into frogs?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"No more than usual." I said calmly, making Sam laugh.