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~Christianne
Nikki POV
"So how'd it go Spiderman?" I asked as Sam and Ava walked back into the motel room. They'd gone to get Scott Carey's files from his shrink. I'd been feeling a little off for the past few hours and stayed behind to take a much needed nap.
Ava looked like she was hyperventilating, Sam looked unbothered as he started to go through files. "Fine." Sam answered me, shrugging a little.
I followed Ava to the bed she'd sat on and sat next to her. "Are you ok?" I asked.
"Am I ok?" Ava repeated my question. I nodded. "I just helped steal some dead guys confidential psych files." Sam and I waited for her to finish her thought.
"I'm awesome!" she finished with a grin. I laughed with her as Sam chuckled and shook his head.
Ava was pacing around, not nervously, but like she was high on adrenalin. She eventually stopped and sat on the edge of the bed I was sitting in the middle of, grimoire in my lap. I was looking for anything on shared abilities, maybe a way for special children like us to find one to find another.
"Ok," she said, scooting closer to me. "I have to ask." I waited for her to say something, when she didn't I raised my eyebrows a little.
"Are you and Sam, like, a thing?" she asked.
"No." I said automatically, but not forcefully or with much emotion.
"Well that was convincing." Ava said sarcastically. "I mean, I'm engaged and all, and I love my fiancée, but, come on.
"That guy," she pointed discreetly over her shoulder at Sam, who was still going over the files. "Just walked along the ledge of a third floor office, with a broken arm!" she said in a hushed voice. "And my God, have you seen his ass?"
"You should see his abs." I blurted out, abruptly shutting my mouth. I looked at Ava, who was giggling. I rolled my eyes a little, scrunching my nose and lips a little as I tried to keep from laughing or smiling.
"Hey, you guys might wanna hear this," Sam said, gaining out attention. "Some of Scott's sessions were recorded."
Ava jumped up, but I caught the sleeve of her jacket before she could dash over to the table. "Don't say anything to him." I said quietly. She nodded, then ran over to the table.
I leaned on the table next to Sam, across the table from Ava, as he pressed 'Play' on the tape recorder he'd gotten from his bag.
"It started a little over a year ago." Scott's voice said from the recorder. "Migraines at first. Then I found I could…do stuff."
"What do you mean, 'do stuff'?" Another voice, I'm assuming Dr. Waxler, asked.
"I have this ability." Scott said. "When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want."
As the recording continued, I stiffened. After a few more seconds, I stood up from the table and crossed my arms tightly over my chest, the uneasy feeling in my stomach growing. It was how I was feeling earlier. Sleeping had helped, obviously not for long though.
"Nik, you ok?" Sam asked, looking at me, concerned.
I nodded, saying nothing. Testing both my abilities and the symbols on my palms, I slowly reached for a plastic fork left on the table from last night.
When my fingers where an inch or so from it, it started to vibrated. Half an inch, it flew up into my hand. Sam was concentrating on the recording and files, so he didn't notice; thank God. The uneasy feeling was growing, making me sweat in my hoodie. Ava wasn't even at the table anymore.
She had run off call her fiancé in the little kitchenette, leaving us to look over the files. After looking out the glass sliding glass doors briefly, Sam headed for the bathroom. Once he was gone, I pulled my hoodie off over my head, letting out a sigh as I leaned back in my tank top, pushing my sweaty bangs back with one hand. I was burning up. The ribbed cotton of my tank top was sticking to my lower back.
I listened as Scott talked about Yellow-Eyes, and how even he knew about the plans, before Sam and I did.
"What kind of plans?" the doctor asked.
"He says there's a war coming, and people like me—we're gonna be the soldiers. Everything is about to change."
Ava, who'd hung up her phone, looked at me warily. "He-He's not talking about us, right?"
I wasn't listening, that uneasy feeling in my stomach was making me nauseous. I felt a pressure on my chest, making me take deep, labored breaths.
Sam answered for me. "Yeah, I think he is."
I under the nausea, chest pains and sweating, I felt blocked. Like I was on the edge of a break through and I just wasn't there. I glanced down at my palms, the Reiki Symbols were still there, a little sweat smudged and faded, but still there. They were still working.
"Well…But how can we turn into that?" Ava asked.
Unable to stop myself, I grabbed the Sharpie marker on the table and scribbled over both palms, rendering the Reiki Symbols useless. Instantly, I saw it.
I gasped and stood up. "Get down!" I yelled, pushing Ava down, and grabbing onto Sam's shoulder and let myself drop, bringing him down on top of me just as the first bullet broke through the window. It would have gone right through Sam's chest.
"Oh my God! What's happening?!" Ava screamed, curling up into a ball against the wall, arms covering her face and head. "Oh my God! Sam-Nikki-Damnit—either of you! Who's shooting?"
Sam was about to get off me, but I pulled him back down by the back of the neck, smashing his chin into my forehead by accident, but it kept a bullet from going in his head.
He rolled off of me when the shots stopped. "Don't move." He said lowly to Ava. Keeping low, he went over to her, making sure the shattered glass hadn't done any real damage.
Ignoring his order to stay low, I started to look over the table.
"I think it stopped." I said, standing. I groaned in pain, then looked down to see the light gray material of my tank top stick to my skin with blood instead of sweat. I gritted my teeth and saw a fairly good sized shard of glass stuck into my side.
"Aw hell." I groaned, wincing as I felt Sam's hand on my shoulder, turning me. He let out a low sigh and made me sit on the table.
"Oh my God!" Ava said, seeing me. "I-We-I'm calling 911!" she said, running for her bag.
"No!" I said quickly, as Sam used a pocket knife to cut my tank top. I was a little sad; it had been my favorite (it was so comfy), and not it was slit from the bottom hem to an inch below my armpit. As Sam pulled the two inch glass shard out, I made myself think about how I was happy I'd been wearing one of my nicer bras, since he could see a good portion of the pink, lace trimmed band. I got an apologetic look from Sam as he tossed the shard in the trash can.
"Get a towel." Sam snapped at Ava, who was frozen. "Now." He said, putting pressure on my side as I took a deep breath.
"Sana me, et ego sanabo, et aliis viribus uti." I said through the pain, slouching forward so the side of my face was pressed lazily to his chest.
"Nikki—Nik, no-" Sam started to protest.
"Sam! It's the self-healing incantation!" I snapped at him, wincing as Sam pressed the towel Ava had brought to my side.
I frowned as I buttoned up the large flannel. According to Sam, all of my shirts would be too tight on my side, and too hard to get on, so I was wearing one of his shirts. I didn't mind that much. It was worn and soft and smelled like him, but I was still a little mad that I couldn't (wasn't freakin' allowed to) wear one of my own shirts.
The Reiki Symbols were still on my palms, even after a 10 minute hand wash, and they were hindering my abilities. Sam had a hand in making me stop after just a few repetitions to make the major pain go away. He wrapped it up nice and tight for me and let me go to the bathroom to change.
When I came out, I saw Sam trying to calm Ava down.
"The-The shot's came from over there." I said as I tossed my bloody tank in the trash and rolling the sleeves of Sam's shirt up so my hands could be free. "On top of that building."
Sam followed my gaze and nodded. "C'mon. You two are coming with me." Sam said. I said nothing as I unbuttoned the last four buttons on Sam's flannel.
"Are you ok Nikki?" Ava asked, looking at me with genuinely worried eyes.
"I'm fine." I said honestly, rolling the bottom edge of the shirt up and tied the unbuttoned ends of the shirt together in an effort to make the shirt seem to fit me a little better.
"Shouldn't we be talking to the cops?" Ava asked as we followed Sam up to the place across the street, where the shots came from. I followed them up last, hand pressed to my cut side.
"Trust me, they wouldn't do us much good." Sam said, bending down to pick up a shell casing.
"These are .223 caliber—subsonic rounds." Sam said, looking and my interested face, and Ava's blank one. "The guy must have put a suppressor on the rifle."
"Dude, who are you?" Ava asked with her usual amount of sass as she stood with her hands on her hips.
"Oh, I just, uh—" Sam stuttered for an answer as he stood up.
"He watches a lot of 'T.J. Hooker.'" I lied easily. I watched as Sam pulled out his phone.
"Who are you calling?" Ava asked.
"My brother. I think we definitely need help." Sam said, holding the phone to his face. "Dean." Sam said a moment later. "Yeah, look, I'm in Indiana. Lafayette. Nikki's here to…You do?...Yeah, I'm sorry. Look, right now, there's someone after me…I don't know. That's what we need to find out. Where are you?...Yeah, sure." Then Sam hung up, an uneasy look on his face.
"What is it? What's wrong?" I asked automatically. I could practically hear the gears working in his brain.
"Dean, my brother, he's in trouble." Sam said, clarifying for Ava.
"What?" Ava asked, now worried for the other Winchester brother.
"How'd you know?" I asked, taking a few steps closer.
"He gave me a code word. Someone's got a gun on him." Sam said, pulling out a note pad to scrawl an address on.
"You guys have code words?" I asked curiously.
"Yeah, I'll write them down for you later." Sam said dismissively. "If someone has a gun on you, it's 'funky town.'" Both Ava and I gave him a 'Are you serious?' look.
"Well, he thought of it. It's kind of a long story." I raised an eyebrow at his explanation. "Just come on." He said, walking back to the motel room.
"I don't think I should leave." Ava protested as we walked her to her vintage blue car.
"I want you out of harm's way, Ava." Sam insisted.
"What about her?" Ava asked, gesturing to me. I'd ditched Sam's shirt back at the motel room, and after five minutes in the bathroom I was able to pull on a t-shirt, a hoodie and my jacket; the cut nothing but a scar now. I'd get rid of it completely later.
"Harm's way doesn't really bother me." I told her. "Harm finds me no matter where I am."
"No, but you two are walking right into my vision." Ava protested. "I mean, this is how you die."
"He's not gonna die." I said, leaving no room for argument. I kept my gaze on Ava, but I could feel Sam's eyes on me.
"Doesn't matter anyway." Sam said a few moments later. "It's my brother."
"Maybe I can help." Ava said brightly.
"You've done all you can. Just-Just go back to your fiancé." Sam told her.
"Are you sure?" Ava asked, getting into her car.
"Yes, I'm sure. Go home, Ava." Sam said to her. "You'll be safe there."
"Here." I said, handing her a piece of motel stationary with my phone number, Sam's, and all three of Dean's on it. "Don't call the last three on there unless it's a life or death thing. Call me anytime. And by the way, I know that everyone thinks that cream cheese frosting goes good with red velvet cake, but you gotta try it with white chocolate instead. So much better."
"And, you know this how?" Sam asked me, even though it wasn't to him.
"I bake." I said simply, looking up at him.
"You bake?" Sam repeated, almost laughing.
"Yes, I bake. You don't know everything about me, I still have a few secrets up my sleeve." I said with a smile that I tried to make coy as I looked up at him.
Ava giggled from in her car. "Well, I guess I'll go." She sighed. "Just-Just promise me you'll call, then." She said, her giggling gone. She wasn't looking at me, she was looking at Sam.
"Just-Just let me know that everything's all right." Ava asked Sam.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, yeah I promise."