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Nikki POV

I groaned as I opened my eyes.

I was staring at the dusty ceiling of Bobby's living room for God knows how long before I tried to sit up. I put a hand to my head to try and stop the spinning that occurred when I did.

"You awake in there?" I heard Bobby say from the other room.

"If I'm not this is a crappy dream," I called back, blinked my eyes a few times to get rid of the blurry haze. I looked out the window, it was early evening now.

Bobby walked into the room, book in hand, past me to his desk.

"So…No cuffs this time?" I asked lightly.

He shrugged. "You feelin' alright?"

"Yeah," I said, cracking my neck to get rid of the kinks. "I've been better, but overall, yeah, alright."

"What the hell happened anyway?" Bobby asked, shutting his book with more force than necessary.

I hesitated briefly, gnawing on the inside of my cheek. "The-uh-The healing spell I used basically lets me give my energy to whoever I'm touching, the down side is I get a bit of their pain and suffering."

"Give energy…" Bobby repeated, surprised. "So, you…you weakened yourself and took that girls pain, so she could tell the boys where their daddy was."

"Yeah, pretty much," I shrugged, raking my hair away from my face.

"Did you hear Sam callin' to you when you were chanting?" Bobby asked me a few minutes later. I nodded. "And, you kept goin'." He stated.

"Yeah." I said again, nodding. He just looked at me oddly. "What?" I asked eventually.

"Nuthin'…Just…re-thinkin' how I view everything I hunt," he muttered, slamming a drawer shut.

"Where are Sam and Dean?" I asked, realizing that they weren't here.

"Probably just getting to Missouri now." Bobby told me.

"What? They-They went after the demon?" I asked, wide eyed.

"Yup," Bobby said simply.

"They…You…They-Whoa!" I yelped. I'd tried to stand up, and ended up just falling back on the sofa. "Damnit." I cursed, rubbing my throbbing forehead.

"Just lay down, get some rest. Maybe when you wake up again you'll have your sea legs back." Bobby said, pushing my shoulder back onto the sofa as he walked past me.

I laid still for a second, then a thought entered my mind. "Hey Bobby? You aren't gonna, like, shoot me while I'm asleep, are you?"

"Nah…" Was his reply. "Just got Rufus's blood outta that couch. Don't wanna clean it again."

It was dark. A familiar Impala was driving down the two lane road way over the speed limit.

Sam's face flashed into view. "No sir, not before everything."

A white 18-wheeler was flying down the road, it hit the black car, pushing it off the road.

The face of the older truck driver flickered, his eyes black.

John's head was bloody as it lolled onto the door, he was unconscious.

Sam's head was thrown back over the driver's seat, he was bloody too. I felt myself start to panic.

Dean…Dean was in the worse shape. Seeing him like that made my stomach tie it's self in a knot and jump up to my throat. He wasn't as bloody as Sam or John, but he looked in the most pain.

Sam's eyes opened suddenly. He took a sharp breath in and winced.

The truck driver pulled the driver's side door completely off its hinges.

Sam looked up at the demon, bloody, with the Colt weakly pointed at the truck driver.

"Get back or I'll kill you. I swear to God."

"You won't. You're saving that bullet for someone else."

Sam held in a wince as he sat up more, cocking the Colt.

"You wanna bet?"

Black smoke filled the air as the demon left the truck driver.

Sam put the hammer back down, letting his head fall back.

"Dad?" He asked, trying his best to turn his head to look at John. "Dad!" Sam said again, more urgently and worried.

The truck driver was horrified, thinking he ran them off the road. He ran to his truck go call 911.

"Dean?" Sam asked, turning his head to see his brother slouched into the back of the front seat.

"Dean-!"

I gasped as I sat up.

I was sweating, my lungs burned like I had been running.

"Whoa, Nikki, what happened?" Bobby said, letting the door slam behind him as he came in from outside.

"We-We need to go. We need to go now." I said, jumping up and running over to my bags. I tossed out the grimoires I'd already read and stuffed a few fresh sets of clothes along with my small toiletries bag.

"You gotta car?" I asked, quickly looking in my herb bag before buckling it up.

"Yeah, why-?" Bobby started to ask slowly.

"How 'bout a tow truck?" I asked, unbraiding my hair and raking it back a few times so I could see.

"Yeah, Nikki what the hell are you doing?" Bobby asked, worried now.

"How fast does that car go?" I asked, throwing my backpack over my shoulder.

"Nikki!" Bobby yelled, grabbing my shoulders. "What the hell happened?"

"I-I saw. I saw them get hit." I said weakly, my adrenalin was still running high but I couldn't help but feel weak. Bobby looked like he was about to say something, but I cut him off.

"We need to get to the Missouri." I stated, my tone leaving no room for argument.

I held my hand out. "Keys?"