This chapter isn't my favorite. Normally, I'd go over it with a fine-tooth comb. But since I have a three tiered, raspberry-vanilla filled, fondant covered and decorated cake to make for my aunt and uncle's 30th anniversary party in three days (THREE). I also found out that they aren't going to pay me. :|
OK, well, enough of my complaining. Enjoy the chapter!
~Christianne
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Omniscient POV
"See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana." Gordon said as he leaned on a support beam, a rifle in his lap, and an angry Winchester tied to a chair a few feet from him.
"A teenage girl. It seemed routine. Some low level demon. Between all the jabbering and the head-spinning, the damn thing muttered something about a coming war. I don't think it meant to. It just kinda slipped out.
"But it was too late. It piqued my interest. And you can really make a demon talk, if you got the right tools." Gordon said.
"What happened to the girl it was possessing?" Dean asked flatly.
"She didn't make it." Gordon said automatically, dismissively.
"Well, you're a son of a bitch." Dean said, looking away from the hunter.
Gordon stood up wordlessly and smacked Dean across the face. "That's my mama you're talking about. Dean almost smiled, but just shook his head at Gordon.
"Anyway, this demon tells me they have soldiers to fight in this coming war. Humans fighting on Hell's side. You believe that? I mean, they're psychics, so they're not exactly pure humans." Gordon continued with his explanation.
"But still, what kind of worthless scumbag you got to be to turn against your own race?" Gorgon asked, looking at Dean, who remained worthless.
"But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of them—Our very own Sammy Winchester." Gordon finished.
Dean chuckled in his seat. "Well, this is—This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you."
"Yeah?" Gordon asked, looking down at his rifle. "C'mon Dean. I know about Sam's visions. I know everything."
"Really? Because a demon told you?" Dean broke off in a laugh. "Yeah, 'cause they don't lie."
"Hey, Dean. I'm not some reckless yahoo, ok? I did my homework. I made damn sure it was true. You got your Roadhouse connections. I got mine. Which, is how I found out about that little brunette you two are totting around." Dean sat straighter at the mention of Nikki.
"Yeah, I know about her. Nicole, something like that, isn't it?" Gordon asked.
It took Dean a few moments to realize Gordon wasn't going to continue until he got an answer. "Nikki." Dean said tersely.
"Right, right…Yeah, I know about her. How when some kid from Oklahoma put the moves on her she broke every bottle in the Roadhouse. Pretty soon that little Hell Whore is gonna turn on you two."
"Don't let her hear you call her that." Dean said, getting a strange look from Gorgon. "'ya see, she prefers to be called a 'Wicca.'" As best he could, Dean used his fingers to put air quotes around 'Wicca.'
"Basically the same thing, but hey." He paused to shrug. "Whatever floats her boat.
"There was something else that demon said to me…Didn't make any sense. I had to translate it into half a dozen dead languages before I got it to make sense.
"Concupivi Filia Caeli Telum." Gordon said the foreign words with no small amount of difficulty. The familiar phrase got Dean's attention, but he tried not to show it.
"Couldn't get the exact translation." Gordon admitted. "Basically, it means 'coveted weapon.'" Dean's face twitched, not liking where he was going with this.
"That demon had a lot to say about her." Gordon chuckled, shaking his head. "Said that we didn't stand a chance if the Concupivi Filia Caeli Telum was batting for Hell."
"She's not." Dean snapped.
"Yeah, well…Gordon shrugged. "I just can't take that chance, Dean.
"Besides…Whether she's on our side or theirs, a witch is a witch." Gordon said as if it explained everything.
"I found one'a them about a month ago." Gordon said as he sat in a moldy arm chair. "This guy could deep fry a person just by touching them."
"Did he kill anyone?" Dean asked.
"Besides Mr. Tinkles the cat, no." Gordon said, not looking at Dean. "But he was working up to it.
"They're all killers, Dean. And they have to be stopped, all of them. And that means Sammy and your pet witch too." Gordon said, cocking the rifle he had.
"You think Sam's stupid enough to walk through that front door? And bring Nikki with him?" Dean asked.
"No, I don't." Gordon said calmly. "Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn him." He paused to laugh a little. "You really think I'm that stupid?"
"No…Sammy's gonna scope the place first, see me covering the front door. So he's gonna take the back. And when he does, he'll hit the tripwire. Then…" Gordon took something from a duffle bag before turning back to Dean.
"Boom." He said, holding up a grenade. "And the witch?" He asked, turning back to Dean. "She shows up, it's just a bonus. After I deal with Sammy, I'll just take my sweet time getting around to the bitch."
"Sam's not gonna fall for a frickin' tripwire." Dean snapped, making himself not think about the comments about Nikki. The girl was too damn nice to be talked about like that.
"Maybe you're right." Gordon said, shrugging slightly before he pulled a second grenade from the bag. "That's why I'll have a second one."
"Hey, look, I'm sorry." Gordon said, walking towards Dean with the grenades in his hands. "I wish I didn't have to do this. I really do. But for what it's worth, it will be quick."
Gordon left to set up the tripwires.
Nikki POV
I put the knife on my belt, looking at the bathroom door, where Sam currently was.
I didn't like that I was doing this, but Sam wasn't really leaving me any choice. It was like the vampire nest. He'd told me flat out I was staying at the motel. Ava hadn't told me what I did in her vision, and Sam figured I couldn't do it if I wasn't there.
Quietly, I pulled the pistol Sam had given me before, at the bridge with Andy, out of Sam's duffle bag. I stuck it in the waist band of my jeans before I dug around the bag for an extra clip that I stuck in the pocket of my cargo jacket.
I looked at my palms, completely clean, the Reiki Symbols gone, then silently hopped over the broken glass of the shattered sliding glass doors.
Seeing as Sam seemed to have less guilt about stealing cars then I did, I used my abilities to get into the one Sam had already stolen. It wasn't that hard. After having the Reiki Symbols restricting my magic for more than 48 hours, I barely had to think about unlocking the door and getting it to start.
I knew the address. It wasn't too hard to find.
I parked a few blocks away, and tried to ignore the vibrating in my pocket. I knew it was Sam calling to find out where I was. He was probably half way here by now, and when I got here, it'd be too late. I'd already be here, and he couldn't send me back. He'd be pissed, really pissed, but at least I wasn't sitting at a motel waiting.
I cut through the scratchy brush on the side of the house so I wasn't walking right in front of it. I idly thanked myself that I was wearing my boots and had the moment of genius to tuck my jeans into them.
Once I got to the back, I took the pistol out from my waist band and took the safety off. Before I could find a good spot to sit and wait for a few minutes, I heard the sound of a rifle being cocked.
"I thought someone who could do what you do would be a little smarter." I heard a voice say.
"I'm plenty smart." I snapped, letting the nameless man take my gun. "I just have bad timing."
"I know all about you, Nik." The voice said as the end of a rifle nudged the back of my neck, urging me forward.
"Obviously you don't. 'Cause then you would know than only my friends can call me Nik. And since I've known you for all of ten seconds and you have a gun to my back. You, are not my friend." I snapped.
"Shut up." The man snapped, making me walk up the stairs into the house. I rolled my eyes and walked with him into a room, with Dean of all people tied up and gagged in the middle of the room. I was walked around so I was facing Dean.
Once I was in his line of sight, Dean started to violently jerk around, trying to get out of the chair, and yelling and swearing through the bandanna in his mouth. I just smiled weakly as I was thrown into a chair.
I finally got to see the man who'd decided to hold a gun to my back. He was a tall black guy, with a goatee and in a flannel. So, a hunter.
"Who are you?" I asked, only to have some sort of cloth wrapped around my mouth and tied tightly around my head. I made a face as best I could, and then tried to get Dean to stop his attempts to get out of the ropes that held him in his chair.
"The name's Gordon." The hunter said.
I heard the jangling of chains behind me and rolled my eyes. Iron. Why did everybody think that iron was every witch's kryptonite? The chains just gave me bruises and smelled rusty. The still unnamed hunter wrapped the chains around each of my hands, one to each of the arms of the chair, chained my feet to the legs of the chair, even went so far as to wrap them around my chest, keeping me pushed back in my chair.
I gave Gordon an annoyed look, which he ignored. I rolled my eyes one more time, then closed them, concentrating.
"You son of a bitch! I swear to God-" Dean's yelling told me that his gag was pulled off by an invisible force. A loud smack stopped his yelling. I still had my eyes shut.
"What's she doing?" he demanded of Dean. There was silence for a moment.
"Well, I don't really know. But when she gets all quiet like that, something usually happens." Dean said. Just as the words left his mouth, a wave rippled through the air, making things vibrate.
There was a quiet whooshing sound before a hard, rough smack met the side of my head. My eyes flew open and I screamed into my gag in pain. Another wave went through the air, making a grenade on the table vibrate again.
I barely had time to react before Gordon used the end of my own gun to whip me over the head. I screamed through my gag again, my head lolling to one side. I opened my eyes and looked at Gordon with defiant eyes. I tightened my fists and focused again.
"Christ! When did you learn to do that?" Dean asked in surprise as his gag came off. I think he was talking about the shockwaves that I'd been the epicenter of.
Gordon whipped me over the head with my gun again, then quickly pulled Dean's gag back into place. That last hit had made my vision blurry and my head was lolled to one side. I could see Dean and the doorway behind him.
Gordon took a seat in the front of the room, rifle in his lap. I tried to focus on the ropes around Dean's hands. I heard a clicking noise, and saw Dean become more distressed. I let out a soft groan in pain.
"You hear him?" Gordon asked in a hushed tone.
The clicking continued, then the sound of a door opening. "Here he comes."
A loud explosion came seconds later. Dean screamed through his gag, and my eyes flew open.
No. No no no no no no no no. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't happen.
I pinched my eyes shut and clenched my fists.
Dean kept screaming, yelling and swearing through his gag.
"Hold on. Not yet." Gordon said calmly. "Let's wait and see."
A second explosion came, sending pieces of the building into my face. I screamed this time.
I let out a scream this time, pinching my eyes shut as I struggled to breathe through the gag. My fists where clenched tight as I felt the power inside me building up to the point that I thought I was going to explode. The feeling of sheer power building up inside me was growing by every passing second. The painful, burning feeling was swallowing me up from the inside out.
And at the same time, I felt like my heart and throat were being squeezed, and that I was going to start sobbing. I think this is what being heartbroken feels like.