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Nikki POV
"No! No it's fine Chris!" I said, jumping off my bed as I followed my foster brother out of my room and down the stairs.
"You don't get to decide what's fine Nixxie!" He said, ruffling my hair as he headed towards the crowded living room. The seven huge, overgrown men-children fighting over a videogame controller.
"Hey!" Chris snapped, making them all look up like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
"C'mon! We gotta Code Red on Nixxie's little boyfriend!" Chris said, making all the men in the room stand up and grin.
I knew was a 'Code Red' was. It was a term used by military men that basically meant 'let's beat this guy up justenough for him to get the message.' I was mad at Percy, sure. But I didn't want eight pissed off Green Barrett's to whale on him!
"Ah, c'mon Nixxie!" Walter said, giving me a teasing grin. "He'll be up and walking around again in two, three days tops!"
I let out a frustrated groan and turned to run back upstairs and call Percy and tell him to leave the tri-state area for a while.
When I got to the stairs, I gasped and took a few steps backwards.
The man wasn't very threatening looking overall; forties, graying hair, a few age lines around his mouth and eyes, and wearing a dark shirt and pants. It was his eyes that scared the shit out of me. They were a swirling yellow.
"You…" I breathed, suddenly broken out of the strangely happy memory, which froze around me. Chris, and the seven men I regarded as brothers just as much as Chris, where frozen in mid-action.
The yellow-eyed man just chuckled and slowly descended the last few steps, hands in his pockets. "Yes. Me."
"You-You killed my family." I said shakily, my eyes still wide.
He sighed. "Yes, I suppose I did. Not your whole family," he added, like it was a big deal. "Just enough of it to make a point. I could always go after your bro over there." The demon said as he wandered towards Chris, frozen as he was putting on his jacket.
"You-You leave him alone." I said as forcefully as I could.
Yellow-Eyes just chuckled again. "Nah, don't you worry. I'll leave your brother alone. Don't want to upset you too much."
I didn't say anything as he wandered around the foyer of the house I knew was burned down now. "This really was a nice place, must'a been nice to come here after being, well, you know." He said, looking at me like a father who knew his child was keeping something from him.
"It was." I snapped.
"Shame I had to burn it," the demon continued. "Collateral damage. Can't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs. Or skulls." He sent me a sick grin as he wandered into the dining room.
Suddenly, I was standing in the dining room with him as he looked through the photo album Olivia kept on the buffet table. "You were quite the little firecracker growing up, weren't you Nicolette?" I glared at him, but he didn't look up from the album to see it. He didn't look up from the album for several minutes. He glanced up at me, seeing my tense stance.
"Sorry for the snooping. Normally, I keep a close eye on my children. I love to see them grow up and discover the powers they hold. The first steps, first words, learning to drive, the first time they 'accidently' make that annoying bird explode." He trailed off with a sigh. "But you, you are just my little vampire bat, coming out of the cave just as the darkness is starting to fall, just in time for the blood to spill."
I glared at him, slowly making my way to the china cabinet.
"You should be honored, no other children have gotten a personal audience with me…You, my dear, are special. More so than the others." He paused and chuckled once.
"Oh, well, look how beautiful you were." He propped the photo album to show me the picture of me, Chris, Greg and Olivia in the church where I was confirmed. "Got all dolled up to confirm your faith in God." He chuckled again, harder this time.
"I'm-I'm sorry." He got out through his laughing. "It's-It's just the irony of it all."
As he sadistically laughed, I opened the drawer I was standing in front of in the china cabinet. Yellow-Eyes calmed himself and shook his head before going back to the pictures.
"What did you do to me?" I finally asked, my voice shaky as I searched behind me in the drawer.
The demon, who was looking at pictures from when I went to the homecoming dance my junior year, paused and looked up at me. "Nothing." He said simply.
"Bullshit." I said, my hands curling around the cold handle of what I was looking for.
"Oh no, Nikki dear." Yellow-Eyes shut the album. "I'm not lying to you. Cross my heart and swear to Satan." He said, dragging his pointer finger over his chest in an X shape.
"Then why am I one of your damn experiments?" I asked, anger and fear making my voice shake. I pulled the drawer open and felt around blindly.
Yellow-Eyes just chuckled and shook his head. "Well, I can't give you all the answers. You have to sing for your supper."
I ran towards the demon, plunging the silver steak knife from the drawer into the middle of his chest with a sickening crunch.
The demon stumbled back a few steps, looking down at the knife in shock. "Good to see you still got that fire in'ya Nikki." He said, grinning at me as he pulled the knife out, slamming it into Olivia's dining room table, the blade sticking out of the oak.
That had been the only idea I had. And he just ruined Olivia's table with it.
"Gotta say, I'm pretty happy with your spunk, but…Stabbing? Really Nikki? You're not going to get out of that one unpunished." He said, shaking his head.
"Un…punished…" I trailed off as I saw Chris walk into the dining room. Only, it wasn't the Chris frozen in the foyer, that Chris was at least five years younger than Chris was now. This Chris was present day Chris.
"Hey Nixxie!" He said happily, grinning at me as he pulled the hat that went with his fatigues off his head, folding it into his back pocket. "Just got back. And, I'm puttin' this out there now, I will show you no mercy when we play Monopoly later."
"What are you doing?" I asked, looking away from Chris back to Yellow-Eyes.
"Who 'ya talkin' to?" Chris asked, looking at me with confused eyes as the demon behind him smirked.
"I thought we could have a movie marathon, like when we were kids. I was thinkin' maybe Indiana Jones this ti-Oof!" His sweet ideas where cut off by him being slammed into the dining room wall back first.
"Wh-What the hell?" He grunted, trying to pull away from the wall. Yellow-Eyes, looking at Chris, tilted his head to the side. "Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa what the hell is happening?" Chris yelled with growing hysteria as he was forced up the wall by an invisible force.
"No!" I shrieked, trying to go to Chris, or to stab the demon again, I wasn't sure, but I was stuck in my place. "No! No, stop it!"
"Nikki! Nikki you have hel-Ahh!" His pleas where cut off by a painful scream as the material of his fatigues over his stomach grew red from blood.
"Oh God!" He said through the pain, his eyes pinching together. He forced them open and looked at me, pleading for help. When I didn't move he pinched them together in pain again.
"Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name," Chris started to recite the Lord's Prayer through his immense pain.
"Oh not one'a these," Yellow-Eyes groaned, rolling his eyes.
"Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in heaven." Chris continued, his voice shaky and in pain. "Give us this-" He stopped speaking, and started coughing up blood.
"NO!" I shrieked as flamed started to engulf Chris on the dining room ceiling.
"You wanna know why you're one'a my children? Well, I don't know if I should tell you this, but why don't you ask your little Sammy, hm?" Yellow-Eyes asked as the flames started to consume a still living Chris.
"Sam-?" I started to ask, but was knocked on my ass by a, for lack of a better word, powerful, bright force. I threw my arms over my face to hide from the burning light.
"Et incarnatus est de Deo, de caelo sancto animo abire iubeo validae prolis." The voice thundered, shaking the brass light fixture, making the crystals that hung off it vibrate. "Si autem non vultis in virga percutiet te, etcogi ad perpetuam."
"NIKKI!"
I jolted up with a yelp. I blinked a few times, my eyes adjusting to the darkness of the motel room.
I saw Dean sitting up in the bed next to mine, half covered by the blankets and pistol in hand. Sam, on the other hand, was sitting on the edge of my bed, hands on my shoulders as if he had been shaking me. I slowly sat up and looked at Sam expectantly.
"You were screaming." He clarified, removing his hands.
"I was?" I asked, not needing an answer after I spoke; my throat hurt. I cleared it before I spoke again. "Bad dream." I said simply, sitting up and leaning back on one hand while the other pushed sweaty strands of hair out of my face.
Dean, looking rumpled and half asleep, grunted and shoved his ivory gripped pistol under his pillow before buried his face into it. A snore came from him a few seconds later.
Sam was still sitting on the side of my bed, elbows on his knees as he looked at me with his brows furrowed and turned up in the middle with worry. "I'm-" I paused to clear my throat again. "I'm fine." I assured him.
"What was your dream about?" He asked me. Sam was one of those 'talk about it, it'll feel better' types of people. Sometimes I loved it. This time I didn't.
I swallowed and shrugged. Sam wouldn't leave my side until I told him something. "Started out fine. Ended with the demon burning Chris on my dining room ceiling and making me watch."
Sam looked at me with concerned eyes. The headlights from a passing car filtered through the thin curtains and passed over Sam's eyes, showing the concerned blue and hazel irises zeroing in on me. He didn't say anything for a few minutes.
"You should get back to sleep." Sam finally said. I nodded and fell back down onto the still, odd smelling pillow.
I felt Sam give my side a squeeze before he went back to his uncomfortable sleeping position on the couch. I'd told them both it'd make the most since for me to sleep on the sofa, I was the only one that would fit. But both of them flat out refused to let me sleep on the sofa. Dean ended up with the bed after bringing up something Sam did to him years ago and Sam taking the floor to shut him up.
I rolled over, my back to Dean and grabbed the unused pillow next to me. Hugging it to my chest, I started counting backwards from 100 to calm myself down.