Nikki POV

I'd never been so happy to be in a crappy motel room.

I ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind me to take a long, hot shower. After I had unknotted my neck as well as I could, washing the grim out of my hair and sweat off my skin, I got out and wrapped myself in a towel. It was then that I realized that I didn't have my bag in the bathroom with me. I opened the door a crack, poking my head out.

Dean and John were nowhere to be found, Sam was intently looking at his laptop.

"Uh, Sam?" I asked, making him look up, his eyes widened and his cheeks blushed as he glanced away. He cleared his throat once before looking up at me again. "I-Uh, forgot my bag…Think you can grab it for me?" I asked quickly.

"Yeah, yeah sure," he said, quickly crossing the room to get my duffle bag. So quick in fact, he almost tripped over a discarded shirt of Dean's.

"Thanks." I said, realizing I'd have to open the door more to actually get my bag. I bit the inside of my cheek as I opened the door, taking my bag from Sam's outstretched hand. He cleared his throat again, trying not to look me anywhere by my eyes as I stood in front of him in nothing but a towel that just hit the middle of my thighs when it was barely tucked under my arms.

"Y-Yeah, uh, no-no problem," he said, stumbling over his words. I saw him try to keep eye contact, but after his gaze fell again, he opened his mouth as if to say something, but shut it and turned around quickly. I shut the door and dropped my duffle bag on the closed toilet seat.

I got dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of jeans and a soft long-sleeved shirt. My hair was still damp, making it look black instead of dark brown. I quickly braided it down my back, and when I looked in the mirror, I was surprised to see my eyes looked…greener. They had always been a hazel-ish color; a few flecks of green in light brown irises that resembled the color of the whisky Dean was constantly drinking. There were more green flecks now; making a small ring around my pupils.

I took a deep breath, telling myself it was just the weird motel light. I finished my braid and walked out of the bathroom. I sat on the edge of one of the beds, tugging on a hoodie and my Converse.

"So, if you kill the demon," I started slowly, playing with my shoelaces, unable to meet his eyes. "What are you gonna do then?" I asked, finally looking up at him.

"I wanted to go back to college, get my law degree." He said, not looking up from his laptop.

"Wanted? Past tense?" I asked, falling back to lay flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling.

"No...Well, yeah...I..." I heard him sigh heavily. "It's complicated." He said, closing his laptop before walking over to the bed I was sitting on.

I scooted over so Sam could sit on the other side of the bed; his weight on the bed would have made it dip so much my face would have slid into his thigh.

"God." I groaned, throwing my arms over my face as I realized what just happened. "Why can't I turn it off?" I moaned into my arms.

"Turn it off?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, it's…it's like this sixth sense...I know what's gonna happen literally half a second before it happens." I mumbled. I reached over and quickly pushed my backpack off the bed so Sam didn't land on it. I told him about the strange things, the orange, the chemicals in my dark room and most recently; shooting quickly moving vampires square in the chest.

"Huh," he said once I'd finished my story, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at me upside down.

I shrugged. "Most of the time I don't even notice it."

We sorta just laid there, staring at the ceiling. I looked at Sam only to see he was still staring at me with those eyes like kaleidoscopes of blues and hazels. Not that I minded, but it was a really intense, deep-in-thought stare. It made me a little uncomfortable.

"What?" I finally asked. He opened his mouth to speak, but the door was thrown open before he could.

"Sammy-!" Dean cut himself off after he saw us "You two want me to come back later?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and sat up, Sam did the same.

Fifteen minutes later, both boys were packing up, well, tossing their clothes into bags. I was thumbing through one of my grimoires in a chair behind them, and jumped when I saw John at the door. Damn he was quiet. I hugged my grimoire to my chest.

"So, boys..." John said, ignoring me as his sons turned towards him.

"Yes sir?"

"You ignored a direct order back there." John said simply, hands half-in his pockets. "You too, I'll bet." He said, glancing at me.

"Yes sir." Sam said, ignoring his father's comment about me.

"But we saved your ass." Dean added. Sam seemed uncomfortable under his father's intense looking gaze, he glanced away a few times, while Dean just stood there, staring back at John.

"You're right." John said a moment later.

"I am?" Dean asked doubtfully, surprised at his dad's words.

"It scares the hell out of me. You two are all I've got. But, I guess we are stronger as a family." He paused. "So...We go after this damn thing...together."

"Yes sir." The boy's coursed together.

I was still curled up in the chair, my grimoire up to my face, hiding the small smile I got when I saw Sam's mouth flicker in a smile as he looked at his dad, and Dean's face looked...less burdened.

I stayed silent as they stopped packing and started to plan their next move. Since I was still new to all of this so I stayed quiet as the Winchesters discussed how to find and kill the demon that basically ruined their lives. I felt like I was intruding on a family event.

I decided I should leave before I changed my mind. I waited until John left on a food run to pull on my jacket and zip up my duffle bag.

Sam was in the chair by the door, and looked up at me when I pulled my backpack on at the door. I guess Dean must have seen too, because I got a ball of wadded up paper tossed at my head. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked me.

"Uh…The bus station?" I said slowly. It came out almost like a question, but, that's what Dean's glare did to a person.

"Why?" Sam asked, sounding confused.

"Well, I thought…" I trailed off as I looked between Sam and Dean. "Do you want me to come with you, help find this thing?" I asked skeptically.

"Yeah," Sam said like it was an obvious thing. "Well, if-if you want too. You don't have too." He added quickly.

"Well, yeah I want to come. But, I mean, won't I slow you guys down?" I asked, letting my backpack slide off my arms to the floor.

"No, no not at all," Sam assured me, shaking his head.

"You sure?" I asked again, looking at Dean this time.

"Yeah," Dean said, shrugging as he paged through John's journal.

"Ok," I sighed, tossing my duffle bag and backpack back onto the floor under the window. "This is your own faults, remember that." I said as I sat cross legged in the center of one of the beds.

"What is?" Sam asked, looking at me with confused eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

"You guys are really stuck me now." I said, grinning.