Nikki POV
"A vision?" John asked.
He and Dean where each sitting on one of the beds in the motel. Sam was at the table, holding and rubbing his forehead. I set a glass of water in front of him, trying to think of something to say or do to help the situation. Nothing came to me, probably because I was too shocked.
"Yes, a vision," Sam said shortly. "I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling."
"And you think it's gonna happen to this woman you met because...?" John trailed off, his tone a mix of condescension and skepticism.
"Because things happen exactly the way I see them." Sam snapped, frustrated.
"It started out with nightmares," Dean put in, getting up from his seat. "Then he started having them when he was awake."
"Yeah," Sam muttered in agreement, letting his arms drop on the table top. "It's like-I-I don't even know. It's like the closer I get to anything involving the demon, the stronger the visions get."
I was shocked. I was expecting something that wasn't exactly normal, but this...I was stunned. I hopped up onto the small counter next to the sink and pulled the basic index of magic from my backpack and started to page through it.
"All right, when were you gonna tell me about this?" John asked, his voice raising as he glared at Sam and Dean, both of whom looked at him like he had gone slightly insane.
"We didn't know what it meant." Dean defended.
"Something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone, and you call me." John snapped again. Sam shook his head at the statement, rubbing his forehead in pain again. Dean just slammed his glass down.
"Call you?" Dean repeated, walking back to their dad. "Are you kidding me?" He paused, waiting to see if John would say anything.
"Dad, I called you from Lawrence, all right? Sam called you when I was dying. Getting you on the phone-I got a better chance of winning the lottery!" I tried my best not to look up from the book, but I wanted too. I had to force myself not to.
"You're right." John said finally. "Although I'm not real crazy about this new tone of yours, your right."
I almost smiled at that. This new tone of yours. It wasn't a new tone at all. I just doubt his father had heard it before.
"Look, guys, visions or no visions, the fact is, we know the demon is coming tonight. This family's gonna go through the same hell we went through." Sam jumped in, trying to stop an argument before it started.
"No, they're not." John said firmly. "No one is...ever again."
I almost fell off the counter when someone's phone rang. Dean snickered as I scrambled to stay on the counter. I glared at him, smacking his shoulder with the index while Sam answered his phone.
"Hello?" He asked, still rubbing his forehead. His hand dropped suddenly, his face going from indifferent and in pain, to suspicious. "Who is this?"
A moment later, his face went suspicious, to pissed off. "Meg." He all but growled. John got up from the bed, and Dean stiffened.
"Who-Who's Meg?" I asked Dean quietly.
"A demon bitch." He said darkly. "She was the one who unleashed the Deava in Chicago." I nodded, suddenly intimidated by a person I've never met. You had to be into some really dark, advanced magic to summon something like that.
"Last time I saw you, you fell out of a window." Sam spat into the phone. "Just your feelings?" He snapped. "That was a seven story drop."
Sam looked at his dad, phone still to his ear. "My dad? I don't know where my dad is." Sam lied, before John could take the phone. A moment later, Sam, looking defeated, handed the phone to John.
"This is John." He said gruffly. He walked to the other side of the motel room, his head dropping slightly. "I'm here." He answered into the phone.
"Caleb?" John asked suddenly. Both Sam and Dean looked at their dad. I guess they recognized the name. "Caleb, you listen to me-He's got nothing to do with anything. You let him go...I don't know what you're talking about...Caleb." John said painfully. "Caleb!" He said again, more urgent.
"I'm gonna kill you. You know that?" John snapped into the phone. Suddenly, he looked at me, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Ok," he said, defeated a moment later. "I said ok." He snapped. "I'll bring you the Colt." I dropped the book, looking at John in shock, as did Sam and Dean.
"It's gonna take me about a day's drive to get there...That's impossible. I can't get there in time, and I just can't carry a gun on a plane." He shot me a look again, he held my gaze this time. I was confused, really confused. He looked...concerned.
He hung up, and looked up at his boys briefly before starting to pack his things.
"So, Meg's a demon?" I asked, still on the counter, the magic index in my lap.
"Either that or she's possessed by one." John said. I shivered at the word 'possessed'. "It doesn't really matter."
"What do we do?" Dean asked, like a soldier again.
"I'm going to Lincoln." He stated plainly.
"What?" Dean asked, like the idea of his father going alone was insane, which it was.
"It doesn't seem like I have a choice. If I don't go, a lot of people die...She's next on the list." He said, nodding towards me. My eyes went wide and it was like a golf ball was shoved down my throat, stopping me from breathing.
"How would Meg even know about Nikki?" Sam asked, more concerned now.
"I don't know," John said, sending me a look. "I was just going to her that myself."
"I-I didn't tell anyone," I said quietly, my mind working a hundred miles an hour trying to figure it out.
"What about Sam's visions?" John brought up, making me look up from the spot I'd been staring at on the floor, to John's accusing gaze.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"When exactly did they start, Sam?" John asked his confused son.
"Dad, they started way before me and Dean met-" Sam started to defend me.
"You think it was by chance that you met a witch like her?" John said, his voice raising.
"Dad, she's not-" John cut Dean off.
"This is exactly why I was gonna kill her back in Manning." John snapped, he seemed to take a moment to calm himself before he spoke again. "If Meg knows she's with us, she could know where we are. Now, I'm going to Lincoln, but she has to go back to wherever the hell she came from."
"Hey!" I snapped, getting off the counter. "This is not my fault! If Meg found out I was here, with you guys, it wasn't 'cause I'm working with her, or told her, or she's using some cheap parlor trick to track me! I am more powerful that she can imagine! I'm hidden by design. So this is not my fault."
Ok, maybe that was a bit too far.
"And as for the killing me thing," I added, putting a hand on my cocked hip as I looked at him. "I can take care of myself." Me and John just stared at each other; I was waiting for him to blink, I don't know what he was waiting for.
"What about the demon?" Dean asked, putting a hand on my shoulder, forcing me into a chair.
"That demon is going to come after Monica and her family, tonight." Sam stated, irritated either that John suggested that I was going green on them, or that he was going to take the Colt when they had a chance to kill the demon. "That gun is all we got. We can't just hand it over."
Ok. He's more upset about the gun than me. Good to know.
"Who said anything about handing it over?" John asked. "Look, besides us and a couple of vampires, no one's seen the gun. No one knows what it looks like."
"You're just gonna pick up a ringer at a pawn shop?" Dean asked, almost amused at the idea.
John shrugged. "Antique store." He corrected.
"You're going to hand Meg a fake gun and hope she doesn't notice?" Dean asked.
"Look, as long as it's close, she shouldn't be able to tell the difference." John reasoned.
"Yeah, but for how long? What happens when she figures it out?"
"I just-I just need to buy a few hours, that's all." John sighed.
"You mean for Dean and me," Sam realized. "You want us to stay here and kill the demon by ourselves."
"No Sam." John said harshly. "I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school. I want Dean to have a home...I want Mary alive." I looked down at my lap, trying to tune out the Winchester family moment I was in the middle of.
"I just want this to be over." John admitted.