Hey readers!
First thing, I wanna let you guys know that I sometimes post two chapters at a time, so…Uh, make sure you don't skip any.
Anyway, I worked hard on this chapter, and I'm still not a big fan of it, so, be nice please.
Since I'm still sick, I'm not gonna update until sometime next week, after I do all my the school work I missed. Unless, of course, I can get 5 reviews ;) . If that happens, I'll post as soon as I see all those lovely comments. The longer the better!
I hope I got Bobby's character right, he's harder to write than I thought he'd be.
Enjoy the chapter!
-Christianne
Omniscient POV
"Bobby, she-she's on our side-" Sam tried to explain to the older hunter.
"Bullshit!" Bobby snapped, loading his shotgun with iron buckshot.
"Bobby!" Dean finally yelled, grabbing the shotgun out of his hands. "She's on our side! Even our dad trusted her!"
"She's a witch Dean!" Bobby yelled back. "You know what manipulative little bitches they are!"
"Nikki's not like that!" Sam said, his voice rising with every word.
"Sorry to burst your bubble Romeo, but she is." Bobby spat at Sam, grabbing a pistol from the top drawer of his desk.
"You saw her in here! She was scared out of her mind! You really think a manipulative witch would tiptoe around you?" Sam challenged, grabbing the gun from Bobby.
Whatever response Bobby had was cut off then the front door of his house was kicked in.
"Well, now it's a party," Meg said, sauntering in with one arm holding a struggling Nikki in a choke hold.
"But seriously boys," Meg sighed, resting her chin on Nikki's shoulder. "No more crap, ok?"
Dean reached for the flask of holy water in his jacket, Bobby did the same. Sam was just frozen. Nikki was looking at him pleadingly, her face smeared with dirt and her nose bloody. Dean unscrewed the flask of holy water and started towards Meg. A simple flick of her free hand she sent Dean flying into one of the stacks of books.
Sam pushed in front of Bobby, glancing from his unconscious brother to the demon that was choking Nikki.
"I want the Colt Sam. The real Colt," Meg said, casually draping her free arm across the arm that was choking Nikki as she stalked towards Sam and Bobby. The hunters walked backwards, away from the demon.
"We don't have it on us." Sam said, letting Bobby pull him back. "We buried it."
"Nik?" Meg asked, like the girl was her best friend. "Didn't I saw 'no more crap'?" Nikki let out a louder, gasping choking sound as he eyes opened wide when Meg flexed her grasp. Meg looked from Nikki to Sam. "I think that's a yes."
"I swear," Meg sighed. "After everything I heard about you Winchesters, and this little gem here, I've got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. Especially by you Nikki," Meg sighed again, resting her chin on Nikki's shoulder.
"I thought you'd be more fun." She whispered in her ear, a bit more breathy and low than Nikki was comfortable with.
"First, Johnny tried to pawn off a fake gun," Meg started to list off, not paying attention to Nikki, who was gripping the rivets on her sweatshirt tightly and pulling down so her skin ripped, letting a small amount of blood cover her fingers.
"Then, he leaves the real gun with you two chuckle heads and a half-ass witch," Meg kept ranting.
Nikki had her eyes closed in concentration as she used her blood to draw a symbol on Meg's leather jacket. Every gasping breath she took, she forced out an incantation. It was almost inaudible through her choking, but it was said, so it worked.
"It's all a little lackluster, don't you think?" Meg asked Nikki, flexing her grip in two places, making her let out more choking noises.
Nikki's grimace turned into a smirk as she was forced through the thin wall of gold light. It was nearly invisible, but she saw it. She knew she was the only one who saw it. She could feel the difference under her feet, and her choking turned to broken, gaspy giggles.
"What?" Meg snapped at Nikki, loosening her grip slightly, but Nikki just kept smirking and giggling.
"I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?" Meg asked, turning back to Sam and Bobby.
"Actually," Dean said, making his way into the back room. "We were counting on it."
Meg pulled Nikki with her as she turned around to face Dean. Nikki kept up her gaping giggles, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, like Dean. Meg followed their gaze.
When Meg had her chin up, looking at the devils trap painted on the ceiling, Nikki slammed her elbow up into Meg's stomach. The demon gasped in surprise and tightened her arm still around Nikki's throat. Nikki used her weight against the demon to shove her against the edge of the devils trap, which felt like a burning brick wall to the demon and glowed red where the demon touched it.
While Meg let out a painful screech, Nikki pushed out of the choke hold and grabbed Meg's hair in a tight fist. With all the strength she had left in her, Nikki pulled Meg's head back and slammed it into the edge of the devil's trap.
The whole thing took less than six seconds.
Nikki fell forward onto her knees, grasping her throat with one hand, the other was keeping her off the floor. Meg slid down the devil's trap, half conscious from the beating her body took. Thanks to the symbol in Nikki's blood on her jacket and the incantation, her demon strength was gone. She was as strong as her meat suit was as long as the symbol remained un-smeared.
Sam lurched forward towards Nikki, helping her up as she coughed and sputtered for air. He led her to a chair, where she leaned her face into his chest as she continued to gasp for air. She gripped his shirt as she rested her forehead in the center of his chest. Sam put an arm around her, and gently held the back of her head as she continued to gasp. Not that Sam noticed, but Nikki's gasps for air steadied once he put his arms around her while her heart sped up.
"Where…Where did you learn how to do that?" Dean asked Nikki, surprised at the ass kicking he'd seen the 5'7" girl had let loose on the demon a minute ago.
"F-Foster brother…" Nikki said through her gasps. "G-Green…Beret…" She peeked over Sam's shoulder with a smirk as she took in Dean's impressed face.