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Nikki POV

Bobby never did answer my question; if the car he had was fast.

It was.

I didn't really know a lot about cars, but I knew what I liked; fast.

And the one Bobby gave me the keys too was fast.

It was roughly 530 miles from Bobby's house to the hospital in Missouri, a nine hour drive.

I made it in seven and a half. Chris, never let me drive. He always said I drove like a NASCAR reject. Now, I think he may have been onto something.

Bobby got a call from Sam a few hours after I left, he was on his way with a tow truck behind me.

Thankfully, there weren't many cops and the car had good breaks.

I wouldn't be surprised if people thought I'd just ran out of some mental ward somewhere. My hair was a dark brown mess, like an uncontrolled halo of dark curls that ran down the back of my dirty jacket. Almost everything I was wearing was dusted with dirt, larger smears on my knees, and the backpack I had on could barely stay zipped shut.

"Hi…" I gasped out when I got to the desk. I was out of breath from running all the way from the back of the parking lot. "I-I got a…call…from my-my friends…" I panted.

"They-They were….hit-bit by a…a truck…Three guys…two young, one older…" I said, my hand pressing to my side where there was a sharp pain growing. "Oh God I have to start jogging!"

The woman behind the desk chuckled slightly as she typed. "You're probably looking for Elroy McGillicuddy and his son's Donald and Maximus, right?" She asked. I would have laughed at the names if this hadn't been so serious. I nodded.

"Yeah, yeah that's them." I confirmed.

"Well, just go up those stairs to the second floor," she pointed to a flight of stairs to the left. "And it'll be rooms 345 and 356."

"Thank you," I said honestly before walking quickly to the stairs.

I practically ran down the halls until I skidded to a stop.

"Dean?" I called, unspeakably happy to see the older Winchester brother. He spun around, clearly surprised.

I let out a laugh as I ran towards him, planning to give him a hug that would pop any stitches he'd've gotten.

"Ooff!" I grunted as I hit the wall. I sat on the floor, dazed.

"Nikki?" I heard Dean ask. I looked up at Dean, dressed in white hospital pajamas. Damn it, I was hoping to get back at him for some of his teasing when he was in one of those paper hospital gowns. He had a thick gash stitched up on his forehead and a few stretches, but other than that he looked perfectly fine.

"Whoa." He said lowly, looking down. I followed his gaze and yelped as I jumped back.

I thought when I ran to hug him he'd moved or something, then I'd hit the wall. But considering he'd been standing in, literally in my lap, as in his ankles started where my thighs stopped, I don't think I missed him.

"What the hell?" I hissed as I got up and brushed myself off.

"You-You can see me?" Dean asked, confused.

"Yeah," I breathed, running a hand through my hair as I thought. "No one else can see you, can they?" I guessed. My mind was reeling with possibilities, most centering around some sort of spirit or out-of-body experience.

"No, no one." Dean grumbled, glaring at the people that walked by.

"Where's Sa-" I started to ask.

"Nik," I heard someone say. I spun around and saw Sam walking towards me. His face was cut up and bruised, and there was dried blood on the collar of his jacket.

"Oh thank God," I said under my breath. "Sam, hey, how is-" I was cut off when Sam quickly walked over to me and grabbed me in a tight hug. It wasn't like when he hugged me back at the motel in Manning. This one was different.

One of his arms was around my waist, the other looped under my right arm and crossed my back to hold just under my armpit. He was bending down so he could reach me, but he was also lifting me up to my tiptoes. His head was resting on my shoulder, his face buried in my hair. I was stunned for a second.

Part of me was thinking that I was right, Sam did give good hugs. Another part of me was realizing how desperate this felt. He was squeezing my ribs tightly, so tightly that I'm sure if he squeezed any tighter he'd leave bruises. He kept his head on my shoulder, moving ever so slightly now and then.

After the few seconds of shock wore off and I hugged him back. I pulled one arm around his waist and reached the other up to go around his shoulders. I could to this with almost no awkwardness, but it was still hard because he was too damn tall, even hunched down and me on my tiptoes. When he let out shaky breath against my neck I felt my eyes flutter shut.

I could only imagine how he felt now. His brother had been beaten to a pulp, John looked in pretty bad shape when I saw him in my dream, add a car crash and Dean's spirit floating around, he must really need a hug. I my hand was all but shaking as I carefully slid it up his back to gently pull through the hair at the back of his neck, hopefully he thought it was comforting. Sam didn't protest, so I did it again. He had really soft hair.

"It got away." He mumbled into my hair.

"Wh-Huh?" I asked, my mind had gotten hazy from Sam's hug. God that sounded ridiculous.

"The demon." Sam mumbled again, squeezing me tighter. "It got away. Again."

Well now I felt even worse for Sam. I hugged him back tighter, pulling my fingers through the ends of his lengthy brown hair again.

"Hey Sam?" I asked reluctantly, moving to rest my cheek on his shoulder. I would've gladly stayed here for a few more minutes, or hours, either was fine with me. He gave a small 'Hm?' sound.

"Where's Dean?"