Nikki POV
"Here." I said, tossing John the jar of feverfew. "Toss a few in the fire and maybe force feed our little prisoner a few, you might wanna take another one too, only one though. Take too many you'll pass out. It'll work better than anything else you burn."
John didn't say anything, but took the jar from my hands. Dean had been next to him the whole time, so when his dad handed him the jar, he nodded and unscrewed the lid on the jar. He reached in and grabbed a few of the dried blossoms and threw them in the fire. It crackled and sparked, letting off a bluish smoke.
Dean made a face. "Stuff stinks," he said, wrinkling his nose.
"Well, isn't that the idea?" I asked, shrugging. I pulled the plastic baggie with three more blossoms in it. "Catch it and pass it on," I said, throwing the bag at Sam after taking one of the blossoms for myself. I tossed back the bitter blossom with a swig of water. Once I got over the bitter taste, I started listening to the conversation.
"...mate for life. She means more to the leader then the gun. But the blood sickness is gonna wear off soon, so you don't have a lot of time," John told Sam. "Half an hour tops."
"If we get some feverfew in her if might get us a little more time. It won't know her out or anything, but she'll be so out of it and loopy she won't be able to tell a human from a vampire." I said quickly, making John nod once, showing he understood.
"After, I want you out of the area as fast as you can. All of you." The last part was directed at me.
"But-" Sam started.
"You can't take care of them all yourself." Dean told his father.
"I'll have her, and the Colt." John said, glancing at the tied up vamp.
"But after, we're gonna meet up, right?" Sam asked, his voice was normal, but wavered a bit. "Use the gun together, right?" I saw John drop his son's gaze. I took a few steps back, leaning on the back of the Impala. I felt like I was barging in on a privet Winchester family moment.
"You're leaving again, aren't you?" Sam asked flatly, shaking his head, his face going from disbelieving to angry quickly. "Still want to go after the demon alone?"
"'ya know, I don't get you. You can't treat us like this." Sam continued, while Dean clenched his jaw and stared at his boots.
"Like what?" John asked lowly.
"Like children." Sam snapped.
"You are my children. I'm trying to keep you safe-"
I looked away, biting my lip as I opened the back door of the Impala and got in, shutting the door behind me, muffling the voices outside. I cracked my neck a few times, trying to get rid of the stiff feeling.
After pulling out a flashlight, I opened up the grimoire I was on and read. I'm not sure how long I was reading before Sam and Dean got in, but neither looked very happy and didn't say a word. I shut off my flashlight and stuffed the book back in my backpack.
"Here." Dean said, tossing something back to me. I caught the sheathed machete and looped it through my belt loops again.
It was dead silent until we got the barn.
"We get in there, you stay behind me, got it?" Sam asked, standing close to me, his normally sweet, puppy dog eyes were intense and concerned. Unable to speak, I nodded.
"Let's go." Dean said, pushing open the same doors we went through before.
I hung back with Sam as Dean got the lone vampire in the barn.
I rolled my eyes after Dean beheaded the vampire. "He can only take things seriously to a degree, can't he?" I asked quietly, laughing a bit. Sam's lips flickered into a brief smile before it disappeared, but his eyes weren't as sad and angry as before, which was a plus in my mind.
After helping Dean get the people out of the cage and calling the cops with an anonymous tip, we ran back to the Impala.
"Here," Dean said again, bringing the rifle from the trunk and dropping it next to me, Sam handed me the blood bullets.
"We're not leaving town, are we?" I asked, taking the rifle from him and putting a few bullets in my jacket pocket.
"No, we're not." Sam answered, jaw clenched.
"Good." I said, loading the rifle.