Nikki POV
"Tyler!" Susan yelled, running into the PRIVET room.
"Oh my God—Tyler!" Susan yelled, running around the rooms while Sam, Dean and I looked around the room, stepping over broken china doll bodies.
"Susan, tell us what you know about Maggie." Sam said. I stopped dead in my tracks. Maggie. When I temporarily healed Rose, the one thing she'd said was Maggie. That's where I knew that name from.
"Tyler's been talking about her since mom got sick." Susan told us.
"Ok, did you ever know anyone by that name?" Sam asked. Susan shook her head.
"Think, think—somebody that could have lived here, might have passed away." Dean prompted.
"Oh my God." I said suddenly, taking my hand away from my face. "Oh my God!" I said, walking out of the room.
"Nik?" Sam asked, following me into the hallway.
"Stupid stupid stupid!" I scolded myself, smacking my palm against the side of my head as I jogged down the stairs. I wrote a whole section in my paper about the 'tragic death of young Margret.'
I grabbed a picture from the wall and looked at the back. "'Margret,'" I read, holding the picture up. "I thought Susan just bribed the kid into the outfit." I said, showing Sam the black and white picture of a blonde girl in a frilly dress.
"Maggie…" Susan trailed off in realization. "My-My mom's sister was named Margret, never spoke about her."
"Did Margret die when he was a kid?" Sam asked Susan, who was stuttering, thinking hard.
"She drowned." I recalled, looking away from the picture frame. "She drowned in the pool."
"Tyler!" Susan screamed as Sam and Dean tried to break the glass doors.
I shoved Dean out of the way and grabbed the doorknob. I pushed it open, but then I was sucked in, the door slamming behind me. I tried to use my magic to open it again, but it wasn't working.
"Mommy!" Tyler screamed.
"Nik!" Sam yelled, seeing me yanking and pulling at the doorknob. I met his gaze for a spit second before going towards Maggie and Tyler.
"Stop." Maggie snapped at me.
"No—" I started, but then, like a string was around my middle, I was pulled forward again until my hips made painful contact with the railing. I gasped as my torso was pushed forward, over the railing. My eyes widened and my heart started beating in my ears as I saw a full pool about 15 feet below me.
"You can stay too." I heard Maggie say innocently. "And all three of us can play together."
"I'm scared!" I heard Tyler cry.
"Don't be scared." Maggie told her.
"D-Don't be scared." I said, trying to sound comforting towards Tyler. "S-Sam and-and Dean are gonna-gonna save us, ok? And-And you can go back with-with your mommy." I said, my eyes glued to the water below me.
The Déjà vu feeling came back; only this time I knew it wasn't déjà vu, it was memories Jane had coming through.
Water rushing into my lungs through my mouth and nose, making it impossible for me to scream. I had my eyes pinched tight as I prayed to God or anyone who was listening to save me. The deeper I sunk in the water the pressure built up on my chest and head. Black dots bled into my vision, and then…and then it was just too much. My head hit something and I screamed, lousing what air I had left. The water rushed into my mouth and nose, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I heard Tyler scream, and I opened my eyes to see her hit the water. I opened my mouth to scream, but my voice got lost as I felt a small hand grab the hair on the back of my head and force my body over the railing and into the pool below.
Water was rushing into my mouth and nose. I held my breath and tried to get to the surface. Part of me was yelling to save Tyler, but complete and utter fear clouded my mind. I thrashed and kicked, trying to get to the surface, but something was dragging me down. The deeper I went, the more pressure was on my chest.
I don't wanna die.
I don't wanna die.
I don't wanna die.
Please God don't let me die!
I must have hit my head on the edge of the pool because I saw something red in the water before I wasn't able to keep my eyes open anymore.
Omniscient POV
Dean and Susan had gone to the back entrance while Sam was trying to force the main doors open.
Through the foggy glass, Sam saw Nikki fly over the railing.
"NIKKI!" Sam yelled, slamming his fist against the glass. He grabbed an urn and hit the window over and over it again until he could force his way through the door.
Without thinking, Sam ran to the railing, jumped over it and took a deep breath before he hit the water. While under, he saw Tyler, unmoving in the water, but when he turned, he saw Nikki, tangled in the pool cover that was slowly dragging her to the bottom, a red trail coming from her forehead.
Conflicted, Sam swam towards Tyler, who was closer. Part of him was screaming for him to get Nikki. As he was pulling Tyler to the surface, that part of him was in complete agony.
"Sam!" He heard Dean yell. He whipped around, his wet hair plastered to his face. He saw his brother running towards him at the edge of the pool. Sam swam towards the edge and quickly handed Tyler to Dean.
"Where's Nik?" Dean asked, helping Susan with Tyler.
Sam didn't say anything. He took a deep breath and went back under. Swimming towards Nikki, he saw a red cloud forming around Nikki's head as she hit the bottom of the pool. Under water, Sam fumbled for his knife. He hissed in pain, lousing most of his air supply as he cut himself with the sharp blade.
He started hacking away at the plastic cover that had dragged Nik to the bottom of the pool.
Once her torso was free, Sam grabbed her tightly and fought to get to the surface, still dragging half of the plastic cover that was tangled around Nikki's legs. Hoisting her onto the ledge, Sam heard Tyler couch and sputter for air.
Nikki was still unconscious. Sam pressed an ear to her soaking chest. "No." He said. "No no no no!" Sam said, pulling himself out of the pool with new found energy.
"Sam?" Dean yelled, hearing his brother's yelling. He looked over his shoulder and saw Sam with his hands clasped together on Nikki's chest, doing those compressions that CPR posters in gyms showed.
"C'mon, c'mon c'mon." Sam growled under his breathed as he kept pumping Nikki's chest. He stopped after ten. He pinched her nose and tilted her head back with one hand, and opened her mouth with the other. He didn't hesitate as he pressed his mouth her hers. Her lips tasted like chlorine as he blew a lung full of air into Nikki's mouth.
"Call 911." Dean said, seeing Nikki's still unmoving body. Susan was crying as she clutched a coughing and crying Tyler. "Call 911!" Dean repeated, yelling this time as he got up and ran towards Sam and Nikki.
Sam kept pumping Nikki's chest, stopping every ten compressions to force a lungful of air into Nikki's lungs through lips that were slowly growing cooler.
"C'mon…Don't die…Don't die Nik, c'mon don't die on me. Damnit don't die!" Sam said under his breath, giving a rather rough and strong compression before grabbing her hair and chin one last time to force more air through her lips and into her lungs.
After what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, Nikki's body jerked, and Sam leaned back a little to use his palm to push wet hair out of his eyes. Nikki sputtered out water, choking on it as it came out. As she choked up water, she started to thrash around, kicking her legs and fighting against Sam's grip.
Sam just held on tighter, pulling her up into a sitting position against his chest. After a hard jab to his abdomen and narrowly missing a swig at his jaw, Sam grabbed Nikki's hands in one of his, holding them behind her back, and used his other to cradle the back of her neck and head. Dean forced her legs down, keeping them still as he used Sam's discarded knife to cut off the rest of the pool tarp around her legs.
Once he was done, Dean sat back on his heels and let go of Nikki's legs; they had stopped kicking. He looked up and saw Nikki wasn't choking up water anymore, she had her forehead resting in the crook of Sam's neck and shoulder as she coughed and cried. Sam still had his arms wrapped around her, but wasn't holding her wrists behind her anymore, he had his hand pressed to the small of Nik's back. He was murmuring in her ear, stuff like 'You're ok,' 'You're not drowning, I got you,' 'Shh Shh Shh, you're not gonna die, I got you.'
Sam moved to press his ear to Nikki's chest and his eyes fell shut in relief when he heard the steady (maybe a little bit fast) beating of her heart and the sound of her breathing. Bringing his head back up, he tucked Nikki's head under his chin and stroked her wet hair once, before closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths.
Dean stood behind them, shifting his weight awkwardly. He felt like he should leave, like they were gonna start making out or something. Then again, Nikki almost died, so there was no way in Hell he was gonna leave.
…
Susan and Tyler ran to the house. Sam, carrying a mumbling, weak, shivering Nikki, walked quickly to keep up with them.
Once they got to the house, Sam stopped by the Impala. "Go with them." He told Dean, who nodded and quickly followed. Sam laid Nikki on the back seat and gently pulled her wet jacket off her shivering body. He grabbed a blanket from the trunk and wrapped it around Nikki's shivering body. Sam wasn't sure if she passed out, or fell asleep, but wither way, the girl was out.
Every now and then Sam would lean closer, put a few fingers under her nose, or take her wrist to feel a pulse just to make sure she was still alive. He sat the ground, back against the open door, taking a few seconds to catch his breath and get himself together. Every time Nikki made a sound or moved, Sam snapped his head around to see if she'd opened her hazel eyes yet. After 15 minutes of this, she was still unconscious.
Sam jumped up when he heard a scream from upstairs.
Nikki POV
I was cold.
Scratch that. I was friggin' freezing.
I sat up and looked around. I was in the back of the Impala, covered up with a few musty blankets and dressed in a flannel about ten sizes too big for me and a pair of sweatpants that was pretty much the same.
I groaned and held my head as I leaned against the seat. And jumped when the door was opened.
I spun around and saw Sam leaning down so he could see into the backseat. "Hey." He said after a moment or two.
"Hi." I said quietly, still holding my head. I coughed a little and rubbed my sternum. "Ow." I mumbled weakly.
"Uh…sorry about that." Sam said, an awkward little smile on his face. I looked at him oddly. "CPR." He said simply.
"Oh." I said, playing with a stray string on the pants I was wearing.
"I-I didn't—Susan—" Sam started to stutter out.
"I didn't ask, Sam," I sighed, grabbing my bag off the floor. "You mind…Uh…Well, making sure no one sees me changing in here?" I asked, yanking out a long sleeved t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
"Yeah, yeah, of course," Sam said, shutting the door and leaning on it. I rolled my eyes a little and proceeded to pull the oversized clothes off and pull my own on. As I pulled the flannel off, I saw what Sam saw apologizing for; a large palm-sized bruise was forming on my chest. There were also some angry red marks that I assume came from his cast.
After I was fully dressed again, I tapped the window, signaling to Sam I was descent, and he opened the door again. I shivered as the cold air rushed in.
"Where's my jacket?" I asked as I got out of the backseat. My throat hurt and burned, from swallowing chlorine no doubt, so my voice was quiet and hoarse.
"It's still wet." Sam said. "Here." He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it over my shoulders. I knew I should have given it back, I mean, why torture myself like this, but it was so nice and warm (it was damn hear hot) so I just cuddled into the warmth.
"You feeling ok?" Sam asked, hovering next to me as we walked towards the hotel.
"I'll be fine Sam." I said, shoving my arms through the too-long sleeves to pull my damp hair into a messy ponytail. I saw him nod, but refuse to move from my side.
I frowned as I saw a coroners van. "Who…?" I trailed off.
"Rose." Sam said quickly. "Tyler's fine." I nodded, relieved and sad at the same time.
"You know, I could have saved her." I said, stopping.
"What-What do you mean?" Sam asked me, confused.
"Maggie was just a spirit. I'm a witch, Sam. I could have thrown her in Hell, literally." I paused and pulled Sam's jacket so it was tighter around me. "And I couldn't 'cause I have a stupid, irrational fear of water."
Sam shook his head and surprised me when he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "Don't be too hard on yourself." Sam said, giving my shoulders a squeeze. I felt my cheeks warm (since I was still cold, it kinds burned), and I looked down. "I mean, Jane drowned. I'd be surprised if you weren't afraid of the water."
"I guess whatever's going on must be over." Susan said as he walked down the steps with Tyler, Dean followed.
"Nikki," she said, smiling a little as she passed. Sam took his arm back. "Glad to see you're ok."
"Yeah," I said, nodding a little. "Takes a lot to keep me out of the game." I said with a wry smile.
"Oh," Susan said, going through her purse. "I'd like you to have these." She said, handing me some papers. "They were in my mom's room. I don't understand them, but…It seemed like your thing."
"Are you sure? I mean, they belonged to your mom. Might come in handy in the future." I told her.
"Trust me, I don't want them." Susan said, laughing a little. I smiled a bit and took the papers.
"I thought you said neither of those boys was your boyfriend." Tyler said, looking up at me.
"Neither of them are." I said, trying to smile a little as I looked down at Tyler. She pouted a little and looked over her shoulder at Sam and Dean who were talking quietly behind us.
"You two take care of yourselves, alright?" Sam said, opening the door of the taxi for them.
Susan helped Tyler in and looked up at Sam and Dean. She hugged Sam, who gently hugged her back. "Thank you." She said after she let Sam go. "All of you." She glanced at Dean and me.
"And you two take care of her, ok?" Susan said, looking sternly at Sam and Dean, giving me a smile.
Sam just smiled, and Dean let out a mildly sarcastic 'yes ma'am'. I rolled my eyes and shoved his shoulder. We watched as the cab drove away before heading back to the Impala.
"Think you could have hooked up some MILF action there, bud." Dean teased Sam. I rolled my eyes.
Boys.
Sam just shoved his brother's shoulder.
"I'm serious, I think she liked you." Dean said, rubbing his arm.
"Yeah, that's all she needs." Sam mumbled, a little embarrassed about what Dean was talking about.
"Well, you saved the mom, you saved the girl. Saved Nik. 'Course, you know, I could have saved them myself, but I didn't want you to feel useless." Dean said. I snorted as I walked to the back seat.
"Alright, I appreciate it." Sam said, rolling his eyes.
"Feels good getting back in the saddle, doesn't it." Dean said, opening the driver's side door.
"Yeah, yeah it does." Sam said, leaning on the car. "But it doesn't change what we talked about last night, Dean."
"We talked about a lot of things last night." Dean said. I was looking at Sam with worried eyes; I thought he said he didn't remember much from last night.
"You know what I mean." Sam said.
"Sam, you were smashed." I reminded him.
"Yeah, but he wasn't." Sam said, looking back at Dean. "And he promised."
I shook my head and got in the back seat, pulling my arms out of the sleeves of Sam's jacket and crossing them over my chest, trying to hold in the warmth.
I looked between Sam and Dean, then shook my head. If I said anything I'd probably just make things worse, not better.
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