Second update today!
Sorry, this is sorta just a short little filler-ish chapter, but there'll be some action in the next chapter!
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-Christianne
Nikki POV
I rode back to the motel with Sam and Dean, listening to them talk quietly.
I sighed heavily, resting my head on back of the seat as I stared at the ceiling of the car. "Something's gonna go wrong."
"And how do you know that?" Dean asked, his tone condescending an teasing.
"Woman's intuition." I said.
"No such thing," Dean shot back.
"Fine, witches intuition," I yawned. I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands, trying to stay awake.
"Hey Nikki? When was the last time you slept?" Sam asked me a few minutes later.
I shrugged. "What day is it?"
"Friday," Sam answered slowly, like he was dreading the answer.
"Oh. So last time I slept was, like, 48 hours ago." I answered groggily.
"You need to get some sleep Nik," Dean told me, like a parent telling a toddler what to do.
"No I don't, when I hit the wall I'll just pop a pennyroyal blossom. That stuff is like speed's older brother on steroids," I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest as I rested my head on the glass of the window, letting the warm rays of the sun shine on my face.
"Oh really?" I heard Sam chuckle. "And, how long does the effect of...pennyroyal blossoms, last?"
I shrugged. "'bout 12 hours..." I mumbled, my eyelids getting heavy.
I felt myself being gently dropped onto something soft. I let out a content sigh as I pressed my face into a soft, musty smelling thing. I shivered a little, where ever I had been before was warmer than where I was now. Another content sigh escaped my lips as a blanket was tossed over my shoulders.
SLAM!
"Whoo!"
The two loud noises made me jerk awake and in a scramble to get my surroundings. My legs got tangled in a blanket, making me fall of the edge of the bed and onto the floor.
"Ow." I moaned, sitting up, seeing Sam laughing from his spot at the table, eyes shut, head back, arms crossed over his stomach, and Dean leaning on the closed door as he laughed. Even John chuckled a few times, shaking his head.
"Wow...Such gentlemen," I mumbled, getting up from the floor.
"Do you know what kind'a heavy security they have just to watch some dead guys?" Dean asked, walking to the table.
"Did you get it?" John asked. Dean wordlessly pulled a paper bag from the pocket of his leather coat, and a glass bottle full of red liquid from the bag. John smiled slightly as he took it from Dean.
"You know what to do" He said simply.
"Quick question," I piped up, turning away from the mirror I was looking in, trying to fix my hair. "Am I going to be a part of this plan or am I going to have to sneak myself into it again?"
"You're staying here." Sam stated, looking at me with his puppy dog eyes. It was hard to argue with those, but I wasn't going to be stuck here.
"No, I'm not." I challenged him, combing my hair back with my fingers.
"Yes, you are," Dean snapped. "No argument. Sit your ass down." He snapped before going out the door.
I frowned, and glared at Sam, who had his jaw clenched. "You're not going."
"Give me one good reason why not." I said, undoing my braid and combing out my fingers more.
"Ok, you're inexperienced," he said simply.
"Bull," I said in a sing-song tone as I stood in front of the mirror, re-braiding my hair.
"Nikki," Sam said seriously. "This is dangerous, you could get hurt-"
"Yeah, I know, doesn't mean I don't want to help." I said, turning around from the mirror as I tied the elastic hair tie around the end of my braid. John was watching me like I was some new type of animal he was studying, and Sam looked frustrated.
"Face it, you're stuck with me." I said, sitting on the edge of the bed with a sad excuse of a grin on my face.