Second chapter of the day!

Ok, this chapter, I really don't like that much.

I'm gonna be getting into the last three episodes of Season 1, if you didn't know, and trying to put an OC in an episode without it being awkward is a little harder than I thought it'd be. Any advice on that would be awesome!

Well, enjoy!

-Christianne

Nikki POV

After I bought my ticket, I left a message at CJ's, telling Wendy and Travis that I was going out of town for a few days. I also called Jeremy, telling him I what really happened. I'm not sure why I did, he was on a fishing trip. He always left his phone at home when he went fishing.

I threw a few sets of clothes in my duffle bag, mostly jeans, t-shirts, a few long sleeved shirts, a couple hoodies and the boots from Jeremy. I dumped the remaining college stuff out of my backpack, and put in the next three grimoires, the herb book, a book focusing on premonitions, and a thick index of everything supernatural and Wicca. I tossed the herb-bag into my backpack too, making sure to toss in more fevervfew blossoms. Feverfew, if ingested, hid the human sent from vampires. I grabbed a box from the weapons table in the basement room too.

After I made sure I had everything, I tugged on my Converse and jacket. I threw my backpack over my shoulder, duffle bag in hand as I took off from my house in a brisk walk to the bus station.

"It's Sam. Leave a message."

I was to the point of pouting. I'd called all the numbers twice from the bus station. Still no answer.

"Ok Sam, this is the...I think fifth message I've left you. Unless you call me in the next ten minutes before my bus leaves, I'm going to Manning, Colorado. See you there." I said, hanging up.

I stared at my phone as I waited for the bus to come, biting my thumb nail the whole time. I wasn't sure if I wanted it to ring, or if I didn't want it to ring.

In all honesty I didn't want to go fight vampires. Sure, I knew how and everything; Jeremy had taught me a few pointers. But from Jeremy's firsthand accounts, and what I've read, they were some nasty SOBs.

On the other hand if they didn't know, they were going to be slaughtered. I wasn't going to let that happen.

When the bus pulled up to the station, Sam and Dean hadn't called me back. I found an empty seat in the back and tossed my dufflebag on the rack above it before I fell down into the seat.

It was a twenty five hour ride. Of those 25 hours, I slept for 15 minutes, had a granola bar and a bottle of water and made a Post-It ninja star for a 6 year old who was getting antsy sitting next to his grandma.

Given that, when I got off the bus station in Manning, I felt like I was a part of the walking dead. I stumbled into the bathrooms, dropping my backpack and duffel bag on the floor to lean on the wall and slowly slid down to sit on the cold floor. I was going to be as useless as a white crayon in this condition, so, I took a risk.

I dug around in my herb bag after locking the bathroom door; I didn't need anyone coming in and thinking I was getting high or something. I found the small jar with 'Pennyroyal blossoms' written on the label and grabbed one. They had the ability to enhance stamina, improve overall health and, basically, act like a thousand shots of espresso. It tasted disgusting. I stuck my face under the sink to try and get rid of the bitter taste, getting my hair damp in the process.

Almost instantly I felt better. The circles under my eyes got smaller and lighter, energy was pumping through my veins, making me stand straighter and even getting rid of the kinks in my neck.

Five minutes later I was walking out of the bathroom wearing a fresh pair of jeans, a long sleeved shirt under my jacket and my boots laced up. My backpack was slung over my shoulder and I was carrying my duffle bag carelessly in my right hand while my left held a cheap map that the half-asleep attendant at the bus station had shown me the rout to the Buck Hunter Inn, the cheapest in the city. I got there in a little under half an hour later, frowning at the Impala-less parking lot.

I walked into the musty motel office, walking directly to the desk manned by a middle aged man with greasy hair. Without missing a beat I dropped my duffle bag in front of the counter and leaned on the desk, waiting to be acknowledged.

"I'm looking for my boyfriend." I stated flatly when the man didn't look up. He grunted. "Tall, brown hair, traveling with his brother?" Still nothing.

"Thanks, you've been a real help." I groaned, picking my bag back up.

"Room ten." The guy finally grunted, eyes still glued to the TV behind the counter.

"Oh," I said, pausing in the door. I dropped my bag again. "Well, think I could have a room key? You know, do surprise him?" I asked, faking a suggestive smile as I batted my eyelashes.

Wordlessly, he tossed a key on the counter. I grabbed it and my bag before walking out the door, towards the door with a gold '10' on the door. Still no Impala in the parking lot, but I knocked anyway. After a few seconds of silence, I dropped my duffle bag by the door and pushed the key in the lock.

I pushed the door open, almost smiling as I saw the salt line under the door. I stepped over it, slipping one arm out of my backpack as I looked around the room. The lights where off, shades drawn and almost every flat surface was cluttered with papers, all describing exactly what I saw.

I was looking at one of the articles taped to the wall when I heard a click.

"Put down the backpack and tell me what the hell you are doing here."