Another chapter up!
Quick question for all of you; when I start Season 2, should I keep it in this or publish it separately? I know I kinda already asked that, but I overthink things all the time…So…
Enjoy the chapter! R&R!
-Christianne
Nikki POV
"Sir yes sir," I muttered sarcastically under my breath as I shut the door of the Impala and walked around to the passenger side of the truck, all while sending Sam and Dean worried looks. Dean's face was void of emotion, and Sam's looked controlled, like he was fighting the urge to say something.
I dropped my bag at my feet as I fastened my seatbelt in the passenger seat. The truck growled to life and John peeled out of the parking lot, making me grip the edge of my jacket so hard the zipper teeth dug into my palm.
"So what else you got in your bag of tricks." John asked flatly after about fifteen minutes of driving.
"I-Well…Huh?" I asked, not wanting to say the wrong thing and end up on the side of the road.
"The bag." John said, nodding towards my latched bag at my feet.
"Oh...It-It has all my herbs and plants, a few grimouirs and stuff...I thought in case anyone got hurt I could do something until we got to a hospital or to a first aid kit or something. And I have feverfew, it is to vampires as rattlesnake root is to werewolves." I explained quickly.
"Wolfsbane, you use wolfsbane to mask your stink from werewolves." John corrected me harshly, sharply taking the fourth turn off.
"Wolfsbane makes you smell like a werewolf or a dog or something, but they can still smell you. Rattlesnake root is one of the few scent werewolves can't smell at all. You could stand right behind one and it wouldn't smell anything remotely human-y, if you ingested anyway." I said quickly, playing with my fingers. John didn't say anything, but made a quiet 'Huh' sound.
"B-But feverfew, feverfew you have to ingest it and it has to be in your system for at least ten minutes for it to take effect." I added, unable to stop talking. "I-I don't know if that'd work with rattlesnake root though, I mean I'd bet it'd taste like shit, it smells like shit. I know feverfew has to be in your body for it to work, 'cause vampires smell your blood, not your meat and skin or whatever werewolves smell, so-"
"Nikki. Stop talking." John said as we passed a dead deer on the side of the road, its guts smeared over the pavement, and a few crows picking at its smashed head.
"Ok." I said automatically, going back to playing with my fingers.
"Why do you careabout my sons?" He asked a few minutes later.
I looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?"
"You're a witch, different or good, you're still a witch. If you had any brain at all when you found out they were hunters, you should'a made them choke on their own blood." John explained to me, like it was obvious.
"I wasn't a witch when I met them." I stated, looking back down at my hands. I could feel John's stare burning into the side of my face.
"I'm related to this Civil War girl who was a witch and killed for it. Technically, it wasn't her fault, she was possessed when she killed someone, but they killed her anyway. And, I sorta died when I was a baby and apparently demons she threw back in the pit wanted revenge, so they tried to tear my soul in half.
"Jane, the witch that was killed, was trying to save me and kinda ended up haunting me in the process. After she bound her soul to mine I got the abilities that were reincarnated when I was born, or, she said something like that..." I trailed off, counting the second turn off from the dead deer. I looked back at John when he didn't say anything, he was staring out the windshield, his face blank.
"I-I didn't really have a choice...If I tried to not use my abilities or ignore them it'd be dangerous." I mumbled. "One sneeze and I could accidently blow up a house."
"Dean said you knew Jeremy Ross." John stated as we passed the third turn off.
I nodded. "Yeah, yeah he and Charlie were like my uncles. He's been training me, well, as best he can. He's not as young as he used to be."
John nodded slowly. "He trusts you?"
I hesitated. "Yeah, I think so, I hope so. I think he trusts me to not turn into the Wicked Witch of the West."
"And...Sam and Dean, they trust you?" He asked skeptically.
"I hope they do. I trust them, completely." I said honestly.
"Completely." John repeated, turning onto the fifth turn off after the dead deer.
"Yeah, with my life." I said as he pulled to a stop in a clearing, Dean stopping the Impala behind us.
John let out a low, irritated groan as he got out. I got out too, grabbing the jar of feverfew blossoms.
"Well, here we are, no nest." John growled at me.
This time, I did roll my eyes. "Here, each of you, eat one'a these," I said, taking one for myself as I held the feverfew out.
"What the hell are those?" Dean asked, looking into the jar of dried blossoms with disgust.
"Feverfew. It'll hide the human stink, or they'll smell us a mile away. The only reason they don't smell us now is because the wind is in our favor." I explained.
Sam hesitantly reached in and took one of the dried flowers, looking at it with scrutinizing eyes as Dean did the same. I held the jar out to John, who glared at me as he took one.
"What'a these things taste like?" Dean asked, somewhat childishly if you ask me.
"Going by how they smell, not good," Sam amended, looking at the flower in his palm with a scrunched up nose.
Dean mumbled something before opening the back seat of the Impala and returning with a bottle of whisky. He seemed to take a deep breath before throwing the flower in his mouth and taking a long drink of the amber liquid. When he took the bottle away from his mouth, he made a disgusted face.
"God… That tasted like ass." He said, coughing slightly.
"Yeah, well, it makes your blood taste funky to vampires, so if they bite you, the taste'll be so disgusting they'll drop you and puke. That's what my book says anyway," I explained as Sam took the bottle from Dean and did the same thing with his own flower. He coughed slightly before handing me the whisky.
I hesitated, I didn't usually drink whisky, actually, I didn't usually drink at all. Well, before. When I started to have vampire and ghost problems I had a beer now and then.
But, a little alcohol in my body might calm me down. I took the bottle, seeing John taking a long drink from a flask in his jacket. I copied Sam and Dean's actions and saw quickly why they coughed. The dried flower was bitter, really, really bitter. I winced as the whisky burned my throat and coughed a few times before I handed the bottle back to Dean, who took another drink before screwing the cap back on and tossing it back in the back seat.
"The nest is that way," I said, pointing to the left of the Impala. John went ahead and started down the hill. I put the jar back in my bag and followed Dean and Sam.
"Hey, Nik, that feverview-" Dean started
"Feverfew." Sam and I corrected at the same time.
"Yeah, whatever, it isn't gonna make my shadow glow or something weird like that, is it?" Dean asked as we followed John.
"No...No weird side effects." I told him. "Besides, its larch blossom that makes a person's shadow glow."
"What?" Dean asked, stopping to stare at me, shocked. "You mean you can actually do that? Make someone's shadow glow?"
"With the right incantation and plants I can do just about anything." I said honestly, taking the hand Sam held out to help me over a large fallen tree.
"Is that true, what you said about doing just about anything?" Sam asked quietly after he quickly dropped my hand. I nodded, tucking my hands into my pockets.
"Yeah, within reason." I spoke.