Nikki POV

The most nerve racking day of my life was when I went for my final interview to get into Yale.

Chris, my foster brother, had gotten leave for the weekend to drive me to Massachusetts himself (He's in the Army). I told him to save his leave time for the holidays or something, but he didn't change his mind.

I remember sitting outside the office, my knee bouncing nervously as I bit my thumb nail and played with my hair. Then, there's Chris sitting next to me, dressed in his fatigues, arms crossed and with a smirk on his face. When I finally asked him why he was smirking, he told me that I was just psyching myself out, it wasn't going to be as bad as I thought it was.

When the doors opened and the admissions director's assistant told me I could go in, that was the most nervous I'd ever been.

I was had to walk into the office and convince a snobby director lady that I was smart enough to go to Yale. My entire future counted on me not being a smartass and getting thousands of dollars of scholarships.

I threw up in her office, thankfully in the trash can.

That day, the day that my whole future counted on, paled in comparison to how I felt sitting in Bobby Singer's living room.

Dean had told me that they were gonna need help getting their dad back, and Bobby was the best. He told me not to bring up the 'witchy thing,' and let him and Sam talk to Bobby about it. That made me nervous enough.

And when Bobby told Dean about a coven of witches he took out, by himself, the week before, I thought I was gonna get sick again.

I was sticking to Sam's side, looking over his shoulder as he paged through the books in Bobby's library.

"Bobby thanks, thanks for everything." I heard Dean say. "To tell you the truth I wasn't sure if we should come."

"Nonsense," Bobby said. "Your daddy needs help."

"Yeah, well, last time we saw you, you did threaten to blast him full'a buckshot. You cocked the shotgun and everything."

"Yeah, well, what can I say?" Bobby sighed. "John has that effect on people." He reasoned.

I let out a laugh when I heard that, then abruptly slapped my hand over my mouth as I pressed my lips together and shut my eyes to keep from laughing. Sam chuckled once and rolled his eyes, Dean sent me an annoyed look.

"She know's what I'm talkin' about." Bobby said, nodding to me. I quickly looked away, playing with the end of my braid.

"Well, none'a that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back." He told Dean.

"Bobby, this book," Sam said with a chuckle. "I've never seen anything like it."

Oh if you could read what I have in my basement. This stuff was good, really good, but if I could just go get my grimoires and index...

"Key of Solomon? It's the real deal all right." Bobby assured him, coming over to see what he was looking at.

I was biting my thumb nail again not to say anything.

"Nik?" Dean asked, making me look up from the complicated protective circle on the page. "You have somethin' you wanna share with the class?"

"Uh..." I stuttered, glancing at Bobby, then Dean and Sam before looking back at my lap, shaking my head. I knew a much less complicated trap, but I had to draw it. Sam nudged my leg discreetly with his elbow and sent me a small, reassuring smile. I gave a shaky one back.

"This is some serious crap you boys stepped in," Bobby sighed, leaning on the desk Sam and I were at.

"Oh?" Sam asked, sounding like he didn't want to hear the answer. "How's that?"

"Normal year, I hear, say, three demonic possessions, maybe four, tops. This year, I heard'a 27 so far. You get what I'm saying?" He asked.

27 demonic possessions. My mind was running a hundred miles an hour, thinking of everything I've read, trying to rationalize this.

"More 'n more demons are walking among us-a lot more." Bobby continued.

"Why?" I blurted out.

Bobby looked at me with an amused smirk. "So you do talk." He said, chuckling. I looked down quickly to play with the end of the braid.

"No," he said, answering my question. "But I know it's something big. The storm's coming, and you boys-" He looked away from me to Sam and Dean. "-your daddy, you're smack in the middle of it."

Sam and Dean shared a look, while I got off the edge of the desk where I had been perched. I crossed my arms tightly around my chest and slowly wandered past the dirty windows. I was gnawing my lip as I tried to blame my sudden, overwhelming uneasiness on being in a hunter's house.

"What I don't get is how your girlfriend here fits into this." I heard Bobby say, probably to Sam and Dean, but louder. He wanted me to hear it. I froze, my eyes widening as I stood by the window.

"Uh..." I heard Sam say. "N-Nikki's...a friend..." He said vaguely.

"Well I don't know 'bout you boys, but I don't take my poker buddies with when I hunt a friggen' vamp nest." Bobby challenged. "She ain't a hunter, didn't even notice the holy water in her glass!"

"I noticed," I said quietly, not turning around. It was true, I did. The glass of water Bobby had ever so graciously offered me tasted a little salty, not to mention the tingly, fuzzy feeling that came once it went down my throat. "I just didn't say anything."

"Bobby, just-just hear us out, ok?" Sam said calmly.

"Hear you out?" Bobby snapped, clearly frustrated by being kept out of the loop. "About what?"

"She's on our side. Even dad trusted her...Well, enough not to double-cross us." Dean said, shrugging slightly at the end.

"What the hell are you two talkin' about?" Bobby asked, more frustrated than before.

"It's all new to her, ok?" Sam said, standing up. "She's just trying to help us, she has helped us."

"If you don't tell me what the hell is going on-" Bobby started to threaten, but a growling from outside stopped him.

"I-I'll check on Rumsfeld...I need some air anyway." I said quickly, pushing past Sam. I half-slammed the door behind me, leaning on it as I tried to calm myself down. After a few second of that, I walked towards Bobby's truck, where I saw Rumsfeld earlier.

A sharp whimper followed by the snap of metal made me spin around. When I saw nothing, I kept walking towards the truck. Where Rumsfeld's chain was tethered to a tree, only a length of chain about a foot long swung from it.

"Uh-oh..." I said quietly, releasing the feeling of uneasiness. I read about it in Jane's journal.

January 25, 1855

Today I went to town to pick up a hat from London that father ordered for me. As I walked into the post office, I got such a strong ill feeling that I thought I was going to faint, or vomit. Neither option was desirable, so I grabbed onto Jacob for support. Jacob was Jane's best friend, and her personal man-servant. He insisted we return home and ask my mother to treat me for whatever was causing me such ill feelings. But once I set one foot outside the post office, I was alright. Perfectly fine.

Father returned home late today, saying he found a demon in Janesville. This demon was possessing a clerk at the post office.

I have not told mother, nor father. I'm attributing this to the reincarnated soul within me.

I had every power she did.

She sensed demons.

I sensed demons.

"Crap." I squeaked out, quickly turning around to run back into Bobby's warded house.

Something tripped me, sending me face first into the dirt. I heard a small crunch that I'm sure came from my nose. I pushed myself up, but a foot in the middle of my back kept me down.

"Hey Nikki," A woman said. She spoke like we were old friends, not like she was pinning me to the dirt. "I'm so glad we finally get to meet."

A felt two hands grab my shoulders, pulling me up quickly, and one arm wrap around my throat, crushing my already injured throat.

"I'm Meg." She said in my ear.