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~Christianne
Omniscient POV
Dean managed to find his way to the kitchen, half following Nikki's directions, half following his nose. Pushing open a door, Dean grinned as he saw a large kitchen before him, and a pie one a cutting board across the room from him.
He started over to it, but paused when he heard a crunch under his feet. He lifted his foot as he looked down, frowning as he saw the shattered remains of a few small, desert sized plates on the polished wood floor. A serving knife and a few forks a few feet away.
Dean filed away the site in his mind under 'Suspicious' before kicking a larger piece out of his way to get to the pie. First cupboard had plates, like the ones he'd just stepped over; he took one and started looking for a fork. When he came up empty, he leaned down to pick a fork up off the floor. Normally, he'd keep looking, be considering this had to be the cleanest floor he'd ever seen, he figure it'd be ok.
Using the side of his fork to cut himself a large slice, he shoveled the gooey pie onto his. Eagerly digging into his pie, he almost moaned at the taste, and fell back to lean his hip on the counter.
Although the blackberry pie was the best damn thing he'd eaten in weeks, his mind kept spinning back to the same thing; what the demon said about Nikki
"They got in the way." The demon said through John. He was referring to Jessica and Sam and Dean's mom.
"In the way of what?" Sam asked, still pinned to the wall with an invisible force.
"My plans for you, Sammy…You, and all the children like you." The demon said. "Not gonna lie, that pretty little brunette you two picked up-Nicole, wasn't it?" He looked between the two brothers.
"Nikki." Sam snapped as angrily as he could with a crushing force on his windpipe. "Her name is Nikki."
"Oh right, right right right," the demon trailed off, then chuckled once. "She…She is like striking oil while digging a grave."
"What?" Dean snapped, not liking where this was going.
"Nikki…Not a very menacing name." The demon mused, pacing casually between the pinned brothers.
"Then again, nothing sounds menacing when it's compared to Concupivi Filia Caeli Telum." He said the forging words like a curse, his face twisting in mild disgust.
"But, that's easy enough to change." He added with a shrug. "But, what is? She's one I have to watch."
He looked at Sam with a cruel smirk on his face. "She might be my new favorite."
Dean had agreed with Sam at the time that they shouldn't tell Nik about it, but he was growing less and less sure. The more jobs they did that were about the demon, the more he just wanted to tell that poor girl to run.
A small dripping noise caught his attention. Scraping the side of his fork over the plate, (and briefly debating licking it) he looked around the corner of the island and saw a growing puddle of blood. Dean dropped the plate and fork onto the marble countertop and slowly reached under his jacket for his gun as he looked up.
His eyes widened and his throat constricted as he took in the sight. "Sam." He said, trying to get his brothers attention from the other room. His voice came out quiet and slight broken.
"Sam." Dean repeated, his voice unbroken, but still didn't have any volume to it.
"Sam!" He said sharply, eyes still on the ceiling.
"What?" Sam asked, pushing the door open, a book about the local history in his hand. He was taken aback by his brother expression, then followed his gaze. The book fell to the floor with a thud.
There was a man on the ceiling.
He looked to be in his early to mid-sixties, with thinning gray hair that was combed over neatly. His face was blank, drawn and pale with dried blood on his purple, parted lips. His eyes were open wide as if in fear, but seeing nothing. He was wearing a pair of crisply ironed khakis and a pale gray polo shirt.
The shirt was pristine, save for the large, dark, dripping, bloody stain on his stomach.
Both boys where frozen, unable to move.
A scream made them both look up.
"You get Nikki." Dean said. "I'm gonna get the Colt."
Sam didn't even acknowledge his brother before he took off for the steps.
Nikki POV
I screamed.
There, on my ceiling, was Olivia.
Her limbs where pinned to the antique white metal ceiling tiles at unnatural angles. Her face was white and slack, half dried blood on her lips and her green eyes open and blank.
There was a red stain on her stomach. Blood. It was seeping through her tasteful pale pink blouse and dripping on my neck.
I couldn't stop screaming.
A loud whoosh startled me.
Fire.
The ceiling was burning. Olivia was burning.
"Nikki!" I heard Sam yell. It was followed by a loud slam.
I felt a strong arm around my waist, pulling me towards my door.
"No!" I screamed, fighting against the tight grip, my eyes glued to Olivia on my bedroom ceiling. "No no no!" I wailed, tears streaking my face, half from what I saw, half from the smoke burning my eyes. I managed to grab the frame of my door.
There had to be something I could do. A spell. An incantation. A Charm, potion something-
"Nikki! Nik we have to go!" Sam said, trying to pry my fingers off the door frame. "Nikki!" Sam yelled at me as I kept struggling against him. A loud crack made Sam flinch, but I didn't really register the sound. A second arm wound around my waist and I was jerked back, off the ground, as the ceiling collapsed, causing another shriek to come from me.
"Come on!" Sam yelled, keeping an arm around my waist as he pulled me into the burning hallway and towards the stairs. He practically carried me down the four flights of steps down back down to the foyer. Half way to the front door, the chandelier fell. The crystal drops shattered and imbedded into our faces and necks, making me scream again and latch onto Sam tighter, burying my face in his chest.
"Back door." Sam grunted, towing me through the burning house. Past the living room where Chris and I stayed up late watching a Hitchcock marathon that gave both of us nightmares for a week. Past the pictures of me and Chris on the playset in the backyard, Chris graduating high school, me graduating high school, Chris in his dress blues after finishing boot camp, when Greg and Olivia renewed their vows five years ago.
A whole new level of wails and shrieks started as Sam pulled me through the kitchen, where Greg was burning on the ceiling like Olivia was upstairs.
"Damnit," I heard Sam curse. "Shut your eyes!" Sam demanded, pushing my face into his chest again as his other arm wrapped around me. His shirt smelled like ash and smoke.
Next thing I knew there was a crash, as we were falling. I landed on top of Sam, who quickly got up and pulled me with him. I numbly followed him through the dark to the front of the house. Sam opened the back door of the Impala and gently set me in the backseat before looking around.
"Dean?" He called. When an answer didn't come, his eyes widened in panic. "Dean!" He yelled, going towards the house.
The front door was kicked down, and a coughing, ash covered Dean came out. One arm over his mouth and nose, the other holding the Colt.
They conversed quickly and quietly as they walked towards me and the Impala. I got out of the backseat and stood on the drive way, my eyes glued on the sight behind them.
My home. My only home. My family. Burning.
"Nikki?" I heard Sam say softly. "Nik?" He asked again, this time softer while a hand gently covered my shoulder.
I tried to speak, but I swayed where I stood as my vision went black.