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Nikki POV
I was sitting in the back of the Impala, legs up on the seats and a grimoire in my lap. I was staring intently at an empty cup on the floor, trying to make it fly at the back of Dean's head.
It didn't move.
Damnit.
"Maybe we can tell them there's a gas leak." Sam said from the front seat. "Get them out of the house for a few hours."
"Yeah, and how many times has that actually worked for us?" Dean asked him, his tone a little bit condescending. From that, I guess it never worked for them.
"We could always tell them the truth," Sam offered, making Dean look at him oddly. I did too. If they walked up to that house and told them a demon was after them, they'd probably mention my little secret and tell me to show them. And since I couldn't actually do anything, we'd crash and burn.
"Nah," he finally said, turning his head back to the house.
"I know," Sam sighed. "I know, I know. I just...With what's coming for these people..."
"Sam, we only got one move, and you know it, all right?" Dean said, leaving no room for argument. "We gotta wait for that demon to show itself, and then we get it before it gets them."
I didn't like that that was our only option.
Give me six months and I could exorcise any demon just by wrapping a rosary around its neck and saying 'Christo.' Now, all I had was a basic exorcism spell to offer and a bipolar levitation ability.
"I wonder how dad's doing." Sam said offhandedly.
"I'd feel a lot better if we were there backing him up." Dean muttered.
"I'd feel a lot better if he were here backing us up," Sam said, glancing at his brother.
"Hey, would one of you put this on the dash?" I asked, leaning forward to hand them an empty bottle from my herb bag.
"Why?" Dean asked.
"'cause I wanna see if I'm not giving myself a headache and bloody nose if I can make that move." I said, still holding the bottle out. Sam sighed and grabbed the bottle, putting in on the dash.
I crossed my arms over the back of the seats between Sam and Dean, my eyes fixed on the bottle.
C'mon. Move.
Move you stupid bottle!
Levo a et. Levo a et. Levo a et. Levo a et. Levo a et.
"Are you ok?" Dean asked me after I let out a frustrated huff.
"I'm frustrated," I mumbled, still trying to get the friggin' bottle to move.
Dean called John a few minutes later, I didn't really hear what happened, I was focusing on the bottle. I thought I was going to get a nosebleed. That'd happened a few times when I tried too hard for too long.
"Damnit!" Dean said suddenly, startling me.
The sudden noise sent a jolt through me. Next thing I knew, the glass bottle was flying back towards me, hitting me in the right eye.
"Ow!" I yelped, falling back and holding my eye as Sam and Dean sat still, unsure of what happened.
At almost the same time, they started laughing. Really laughing, like, heads tipped back, eyes shut, stomachs held laughing.
"Oh ha ha ha," I snapped, uncovering my eye to give it a few wide blinks and look at it in the rear view mirror. "Once I get the hang of this, I'm gonna make your lives hell for that." I snapped, using my sleeve to wipe away some of the tears my one watery eye had let slide.
The laughter slowed in a few minutes and we lapsed into silence. The radio started to crackle and became full of static. "Hey, you guys hear that?" I asked, leaning forward again.
Sam seemed to pause for a minute, then turn the crackly radio up. The wind started to blow in strong gusts, and the lights in Monica's house flickered. I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me; these are the big signs of demonic activity that Jeremy told me about.
"It's coming." Sam started, his own voice a little fearful. He and Dean got out quickly, slamming the doors shut. I followed them.
"Oh hell no!" Dean practically growled once he saw me get out. "Get your ass back in the car!" he said, half-yelling over the wind.
"No way! I'm coming with you guys!" I half-yelled back at him, pushing a few strands of hair that escaped from my braid out of my face.
"Nikki-!" Sam started, then cut himself off and grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer so he didn't have to talk over the wind. "You stay behind me, got that?" He ordered. I just nodded, running with them to the house.
Dean shoved his shoulder against the door, forcing it open. I stayed behind Sam like I promised. I felt him hand me something, a knife. A big knife.
"Think you can handle that?" Dean asked. Normally I would have said something sarcastic about his choice of words, but I didn't. Not the time. I just nodded, putting it through my belt loop. I was reciting an exorcism spell in my head, trying to memorize it.
"Get out of my house!" Monica's husband yelled, swinging a bat at Sam, who swiftly got out of the way, letting a lamp take the hit. He swung at Dean, who grabbed the bat, and pushed the guy against a wall.
"Mr. Holt, please!" Sam said loudly, trying to get his attention.
"We're trying to help you, ok?" Dean snapped.
"Charlie? Is everything ok down there?" I heard Monica call from upstairs.
"Monica! Get the baby!" Mr. Holt, Charlie, yelled back.
"No! Don't go in the nursery!" Sam yelled, the deep tone of his yell seemed to bounce off the walls and funnel up the stairs. While Sam was yelling, I ignored the idea of staying behind him and ran up the stairs myself.
"Stay away from her!" Charlie yelled from downstairs.
"What are you-" I heard Monica start to say from the back of the house, a loud slam followed, a scream after that. Sam had to slow down a little to get the Colt, but I kept running. I skidded to a stop when I got into the nursery, pulling the knife out.
I saw Monica on the wall, pinned to the wall by an invisible force that was slowly pushing her up to the ceiling. It seemed like the figure standing over the crib was focusing on Monica, but once I got in the room, he turned towards me. Monica stopped sliding up the wall and the door slammed shut behind me.
I was suddenly being pulled forward by my throat, cutting off my ability to breathe. I stopped about a foot from the black figure, choking and gasping for air. I had my hand out to my side, trying to levitate the knife into my hand. My head was pounding within seconds due to lack of air.
The demon's head tilted down, his eyes hitting a beam of light from the nightlight on the wall, showing swirling yellow irises.
"Hmmm." I heard it, him, say lowly. "Well, aren't you a surprise…" He trailed off, his voice was low, and somewhere between thoughtful and curious.
I think that scared me more than not being able to breathe.
I felt something trickle over my lips. My tough poked out instinctively, and I tasted the sharp metallic taste of blood. My nose was bleeding.
That's when Sam kicked the door in.
If I thought he looked angry when he kicked the door in, he was furious when he said me being held up by my neck, limp and choking from air and blood covering my lips. He raised the Colt and fired. The demon dissipated.
Monica fell from the wall with a scream and I fell face first on the carpet, taking in deep lungful's of air. I used my sleeve to wipe the blood from my face.
"Where the hell did it go?" Sam asked, staring at the round hole he'd put in the wall.
"My baby!" Monica cried, trying to get up from where she fell to the floor.
Ignoring the burning in my lungs and the crushed feeling in my throat, I got up and saw Rosie constantly tugging at her blankets in her crib.
"Nikki-Are you ok?" Sam asked me seriously, grabbing my shoulders in his hands, the Colt still in one, and bending down to look at me.
I tried to tell him yes, but my throat hurt so bad I couldn't speak. I just nodded and grabbed Rosie.
"Sam!" Dean yelled from the hall.
"Make sure they get out!" Sam yelled back, taking Monica by the shoulders and quickly leading her out of the nursery. I held Rosie and the blanket she was playing with tightly, as Dean and I ran downstairs.
Monica was screaming for Rosie.
Flames were engulfing the nursery, then the second floor.
The nursery window exploded as I got out of the house.
Charlie, who had been knocked out by Dean, had woken up. He ran towards us, yelling "Stay away from my family!"
"No! Charlie, don't! They saved us." Monica panted, putting a calming hand on her husband's arm. "They-They saved us." Monica repeated weakly, reaching for Rosie, who I quickly set in her mom's arms.
Charlie protectively wrapped his arms around Monica and gave Rosie a kiss on the head. "Thank you." Monica said honestly. I just gave a weak smile and nodded towards her.
"It's still in there." Sam said. I spun around and followed his gaze to the nursery window, where a dark figure was standing.
"Sam no!" Dean cried as he grabbed his brother, trying to stop him from running back into the house.
"Dean let me go! It's still in there!" Sam yelled, trying to force his way out of his brother's grasp.
"Burning to the ground-It's suicide!" Dean added on harshly to Sam's sentence.
"I don't care!" Sam yelled.
"I do!" Dean yelled back, letting Sam go, pushing him back slightly.
All of us just stood on the lawn, staring up at the figure in the burning window before it disappeared.