Well, you all better leave me a crap-load of reviews for taking time out of my amaingly awesome vacation in Florida to update this story.
And, I really only haveone other thing to say; You all remember the last two chapters were part of 'Born Under a Bad Sign,' right?
...Enjoy. ;)
~Christianne
Nikki POV
Sam still had one arm wrapped around my waist. That one tightened, and at the same time he used his knee to spread my knees, which were hanging over the side of the car, apart so he could get even closer to me. His other hand grabbed the back of my neck, his fingers knotting and twisting into my hair.
Sam used his hold on my hair to tip my head back. I barely got a chance to take a breath before Sam smashed a hot, searing kiss on my lips.
I was surprised to say the least. My eyes fluttered shut as Sam's hot mouth pressed into mine harder. I tightened my grip on his neck and shoulders, trying to bring him closer. His hand at my hair moved as he used his grip to turn my head to one side. His tongue pushed through my lips and I did absolutely nothing to stop it.
Sam was kissing me. Sam was kissing me. Sam was kissing me.
Not that I'd admit this to anyone, but I'd thought about this many many times, and this wasn't anything like I thought it would be. It was so, much, better.
In my head, in situations like this, Sam was like he was with everything else; this surprisingly gentle, huge guy with a nice ass. Seeing him be this assertive and, for lack of a better word, dominating, was…exciting.
I tightened my grip on his neck and shoulders so I could bring my legs up to wrap around his waist. Sam's hands left my waist and head to grab onto the back of my upper thighs and pull me off the car hood completely. Picking me up like I weighed nothing, he pushed me roughly against the side of a different car. I let out a surprised squeal, and he took full advantage of it; he easily won the upper hand in the kiss.
It was like a high. I'd only done this sort of thing with one other man, and he turned out to be gay. I knew, for a fact, Sam wasn't—and holy shit you could tell. It was like I'd never been kissed before.
His broad torso was pressed flush against mine and his hands moved up from my upper thighs, squeezed my butt briefly before pushing under my t-shirt. I shivered as Sam's long fingers traced over my rib cage. One hand went back up to my head, cupping the side of my face, and the other stayed under my shirt, brushing against my side, stomach, and the undersides of my breasts.
When Sam's lips left mine, the sound of protest I started to let out quickly became a gasp-like groan as his hot mouth left hard, wet kisses down my neck. All I could do was keep making these little whimpering noises every time Sam's teeth grazed my neck. One particularly hard nip made me squeal, and I realized he was mumbling something. I brushed it off and grabbed the sides of Sam's face, my fingers knotting in his lengthy hair as I made him kiss me again.
A low grown came from the back of Sam's throat and he grabbed my face with both hands, his fingers knotting in my hair as his torso pressed me tighter to the side of the car. I grabbed onto his neck so I wouldn't fall on the ground. Sam started trailing his lips down my neck again, he used his hand on the side of my face to tilt my chin up so he could get his face closer to my neck. His soft brown hair tickled my cheeks.
This time, I heard, and understood, the mumbling.
"Da mihi." Kiss. "virtutem inutilem." Kiss. "reddere hoc magicis." Nip. "veneficae sic." Suck. "et in ipsa luce." Kiss. "Domini." Suck. "tollatur." Nip.
"What…What are you...mumbling?" I managed to get out through little pants.
"What am I mumbling?" Sam asked, his forehead pressed to mine and his lips brushed mine as he spoke. My eyes were half closed as I looked at him. Sam's cheeks were flushed, his lips were pinker than usual and a little swollen, and his chest seemed to be rising and falling quicker than usual too.
As hot as he looked, he also looked like Hell. Dark circles under his eyes, a few cuts and bruises on his face, and an overall exhausted aura about him. Not that it slowed him down.
"Yeah," I breathed, then gasped as one of Sam's hands ran down my back, slowly going over each and every bump of my spine. I threw my head back, my back arched towards Sam and he used the opportunity to put sloppy kisses on the top of my chest exposed by my v-neck t-shirt. His hand came back up to my face and knotted back in my hair, jerking it forward.
"What I'm…" He paused to turn my head to the side and leave searing kisses below my ear. "Mumbling…" he continued, his hot breath in my ear, his lips brushing it. "It'll…" he trailed off again, this time kissing me on the lips again, opening them up so I could feel his hot breath in my mouth and his tongue on mine. "Just make it…easier."
"Make what easier?" I asked as he leaned back to breathe.
I felt my head being slammed back into the car. The pain made me freeze, and in my frozen state, my head was slammed back again. I pulled my legs from around his waist to shove my knees into his chest, forcing him back. I used the space to give Sam a good kick in the chest, sending him stumbling back. I fell to the ground, stumbling slightly. I had to lean on the car to stay upright.
"Sam! What the Hell?" I yelled, my head throbbing. As he righted himself, I threw a hand forward. I'd spent hours practicing magic just for situations like this; it wasn't so hard now, especially when I felt threatened.
But nothing happened. Sam started laughing, not his happy, boyish laugh, or the mildly amused, throaty chuckle, but a sort of deranged, lunatic laugh. I concentrated harder, drawing everything I had. I felt something trickle over my lips. Shocked, I wiped a hand under my nose, seeing the blood on it.
"Nikki, Nikki, Nikki." Sam sighed, shaking his head as he sauntered over. Taking cautious steps away from him, I desperately tried to think of some way I could get the upper hand here; but I don't think there was one. Sam could kick just about anyone's ass he wanted to. Me? With no abilities? Against Meg, in a meat suit that weighed less than me and with the element of surprise, I had a good chance. Against Sam, not a chance in Hell.
"Da mihi virtutem inutilem reddere hoc magicis veneficae sic et in ipsa luce Domini tollatur. Da mihi virtutem inutilem reddere hoc magicis veneficae sic et in ipsa luce Domini tollatur." The more he repeated what seemed to be an incantation, the more I felt…Off. My vision grew hazy and I swayed on my feet.
Suddenly, Sam had a grip on my shoulder, which he used to throw me onto the hood of a car clear across the cleared area; a good fifteen feet. I gasped in pain, but a hand wrapped around my throat, stopping my intake of air. I looked up at Sam, wide eyed and scared. I tried to fight him off, my instincts wouldn't let me not fight him. I think I got a few good hits to his face, my hands certainly hurt like I did, but Sam didn't seem to notice.
"You keep saying you're not a little Hell whore, but all it took was a little kiss to get you to submit." He tilted his head, and his eyes turned black. If I hadn't been gasping for air already, I would have gasped.
"See you later Nik." The demon possessing Sam said, before grabbing tighter onto my throat and slamming my head into the windshield.
"Nikki!"
"Hey! Wakkie wakkie princess!"
"You know what, this is ridiculous-"
I felt someone pick me up, and I forced my eyes open. I saw Dean's face a few inches from mine.
"Oh God. Am I having a nightmare?" I croaked out.
"Nope." Dean said, stopping and letting my feet down. I stood on shaky legs, keeping a good grip on Dean's shoulder. "Sam do this?" he asked in a rough, emotionless tone.
"No. Well, yes. There-There's a demon in him." I said in small pants. The demon had really done a number on my throat.
"Yeah. I know." Dean said, helping me up the steps to Bobby's house. "We got'im in the devils trap."
I nodded, following Dean into the kitchen. I leaned on the kitchen counter, trying to take slow, deep breaths through my painful throat.
"Here." I heard Dean say. I opened my eyes, a little shocked when I saw him holding a damp rag out to me. I took it wordlessly and used it to wipe the blood from my nose. I reached around the back of my head to feel if there was any blood. I wasn't sure if I should have been concerned or glad there wasn't much blood. I mean, my head was slammed into the side of a car, twice, and put through a windshield. Shouldn't there be more blood?
I didn't say anything, I just held the rag to the back of my head. Dean gestured to one of the kitchen chairs, and I sat without argument. He pulled another chair over and grabbed a dated first aid kit from under Bobby's sink.
"Didn't think you were here." Dean muttered as he grabbed my right hand, and began to clean the cuts and the large split between my knuckles; I guess I had more power behind my punches than I thought. "Didn't see your bag in any of the rooms."
I shrugged. "Got a new duffle." I croaked out. I actually hadn't, I was just using Chris's military issued bag now. I'd ditched my high quality black camping bag in DC. Just thinking about Chris made me lift my good hand up to hold the two pendants on his necklace I was wearing. "It's in the room upstairs; the one that looks out the front."
Dean nodded. "So that's your bag." He mumbled.
"Looks military." He commented as he wrapped my hand. I'd rewrap it later with wintergreen on the bandages so it'd heal faster.
"It is." I said simply as Dean got up and went behind me with a pair of tweezers.
"Where'd you get it?" Dean asked, just as a small shot of pain went through my head; he was picking glass out of my head. My head must have broken the windshield. I think he was trying to make conversation unrelated to the Sam-Demon incident, but he didn't know that what he was talking about was actually a lot worse.
I just shrugged. "I knew a guy." I said vaguely, ending that conversation.
It took Dean a good ten minutes to be sure all the glass was out of my head. He blamed it on the fact that I had 'too much damn hair.' Once he was done, he tossed the bloody tweezers into the bowl where the glass shards were, doused it in a little whisky and light a match. After the blaze fizzled out, Dean stood up.
"Stay in here." Dean said, walking towards the door. I grabbed his arm.
"Are you gonna go deal with the demon?" I croaked out, receiving a nod. "Then I'm gonna be there."
Walking into the dusty, book crowded room, I saw Bobby stoking a fire in the fire place, and Sam (or, Sam's body) unconscious and tied to a chair.
"Not a word ottayou, got that? Stay behind Bobby." Dean ordered me. I raised an eyebrow at him, staying put. Saying nothing, I could deal with; hurt like Hell to speak anyway. Staying behind Bobby? I wasn't helpless.
Dean walked up to 'Sam' and gave him a hard smack in the face. He groaned and opened his eyes. Dean and the demon had a stare down before Dean glanced up, the demon did the same, and saw the complicated devils trap on the ceiling.
"Dean." The demon said. "Back from the dead." He added. I raised both eyebrows as I looked at the back of Dean's head. Once we got Sam sorted out, he had a few things to tell me.
"Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it?" The demon continued. "Like a cockroach."
"How 'bout I smack that smart-ass right out of your mouth?" Dean snapped, completely straight-faced.
"Careful now." The demon warned, a sarcastic tone deep in his very un-Sam-like voice. "Wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging." I saw its eyes flick to me briefly.
"Oh, don't worry. This isn't gonna hurt Sam much." Dean said coldly, turning to pick up a bucket. "You, on the other hand…" Tossing the contents of the bucket on to the demon.
Smoke came from his body, ad Sam's head was thrown back as the demon let out a long, painful scream. It writhed and groaned in the chair it was tied too, and I had to shut my eyes. I knew it wasn't Sam, but it was Sam's voice; I didn't like hearing Sam scream like that, like he was burning alive.
"Feel like talking now?" Dean yelled at the demon, making me open my eyes.
"Sam's still my meat puppet." The demon in Sam forced out, still in pain. "I'll make him bite off his tongue." It threatened.
"No, you won't be in him long enough." Dean snapped back. "Bobby." He said simply.
Bobby started reading off the exorcism. I would have insisted I do it, but with my throat, my pronunciation would be off and I might end up doing more bad than good.
The demon made Sam's head follow Bobby briefly, squirming in his seat, and glaring at Dean as Bobby kept reading off the Latin exorcism.
"See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up," Dean said as the demon in Sam writhed and groaned in the chair from the exorcism. "You're not getting Sam, you understand me? 'Cause I'm gonna kill every one of you first."
The exorcism was working, Sam's head was being whipped around by the demon inside him, a painful look on his face.
Suddenly, Sam's head was thrown back as he emitted a demonic laugh. Shocked, Bobby stopped reading. Panting, the demon let Sam's head loll forward. "You really think that's what this is all about—the master plan?" the demon asked. "I don't give a rat's, ass about the master plan."
I sent Bobby a look, telling him to continue the exorcism. This time, the demon sat still, looking at Dean was a…Well, the look Dean got from the demon was almost sassy. It would have looked more at home on the face of a 13 year old girl.
"Oops." The demon said. "It doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks."
The demon let it's head drop down and he started speaking a Latin incantation.
Then I felt it. It was like a red hot spike in the side of my head. I grabbed my head with both hands, palms pressed to my temples as I stumbled back to the wall as I let out a whimper.
"Nikki?" Dean asked suddenly, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Stop it!" I said through clenched teeth.
"Da mihi virtutem inutilem reddere hoc magicis veneficae sic et in ipsa luce Domini tollatur. Da mihi virtutem inutilem reddere hoc magicis veneficae sic et in ipsa luce Domini tollatur." The demon kept repeating.
"Stop it!" I screamed as the pain grew. It was like something was in my head, burning me from the inside out. "Stop it!" I screamed raggedly, begging, as a sharp pain shot up my left side sending me to the floor.
"Da mihi virtutem inutilem reddere hoc magicis veneficae—"
"STOP IT!" I screeched as the white hot feeling reached my heart, squeezing, pushing, hurting it with every beat.
I heard both Dean and Bobby inhale sharply.
The pain was still there, but it stopped growing. I forced my eyes open, and saw the demon in Sam's body with its head thrown back, eyes wide open, taking sharp, gasping breaths, like it was in pain. Dean and Bobby were both grabbing onto the book shelves as the entire room was shaking.
"Stop it stop it stop it!" I yelled after the demon looked at me with black eyes and started the incantation again.
"Nikki!" I heard Dean yell from across the room. "Nikki! I don't know what the Hell that thing is doing to you but you have to stop!" he yelled at me.
A particularly hard shake made Dean fall to the floor. He quickly made his way to me, and grabbed my face roughly in his hands.
"Nikki! Snap out of it!" he yelled, his voice getting louder as a ringing started to become audible. "C'mon! Nik! We can get him to stop! You just have to first!"
The way Dean was holding my face and yelling at me briefly reminded me of Sam, when he was practically begging me to stop at the abandoned house Gordon led us too. It didn't have the same effect. I didn't care that I heard Dean, I heard him, but it didn't matter to me.
A harder shake made books fall off the shelf. Dean dropped my face and went to help Bobby stand up.
I was in the fetal positon against the wall, my head between my knees as I used everything possible in me to fight the burning that was invading my body. The more I fought against it, the less I was able to feel my own magic. It was like it was syphoning magic from me, then using it against me.
I heard something shatter.
If the demon was trying to make me fight back, I had to stop fighting.
I exhaled and let my body go slack. The pain dulled, the house stopped shaking, and I heard Dean and Bobby let out a sigh of relief. I forced myself to stand, and not fight back.
Used-to-be-Fake-Chris just chuckled. "There are a lot of ways to exercise a demon kiddo."
He appeared in front of me, pulling me up. "You just learned the easy one." He said, brushing dust off my arms. He raised a hand to my face, and I flinched back. He rolled his eyes and lightly swiped his thumb over my split lip. After his hand dropped back down, I pulled my lower lip into my mouth and ran my tongue over it.
No blood. He healed me.
"Whoa whoa whoa, wait—Thats the easy one?" I asked after I realized what he said.
I just got another smirk. "Well if it really was easy, everyone would do it." He chuckled, tossing me my hoodie. "May not be the easiest way to get a demon out of some poor shmuck, but it's the only one that works, no matter what."
"It's a binding link!" Bobby said loudly, frustrated, as he looked at Sam's arm. "It's bound it's self into Sam's body!"
"What do we do now?" Dean yelled, eyes wide.
"I don't know!" Bobby snapped back at Dean. The demon, still tied in the chair, threw Sam's head back with a scream, and the ceiling cracked, breaking the devils trap.
"There. That's better." The demon said. Bobby flew into the wall. Dean flew into a mirror, dropping his flask of Holy Water. I stayed where I was. I think the demon forgot about me, but then the pain came back. I grabbed my head again and gasped in pain.
Don't fight it. Go against your instincts.
Don't fight it. Go against your instincts.
Don't fight it. Go against your instincts.
It broke the ropes easily and went over to Dean. "You know, when people want to describe the worst possible thing…They say it's like Hell?" Punch. "Well, there's a reason for that. Hell is like, uh…" Punch. "Well, it's like Hell, even for demons." Punch. "It's a prison made of bone and flesh and blood and fear." Punch. "And you sent me back there."
Meg.
"Meg." I heard Dean say.
"Nope. Not anymore. Now I'm Sam." Punch. "By the way…I saw your dad there. He says 'Howdy.' All that I had to hold on to was that I would climb out one day and that was gonna torture you, nice and slow, like pulling the wings off a bug." Punch. "But whatever I do you, is nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it?"
The pain was still growing. It wrapped around me like a choke hold, and I lost it. I fought back. I fought back like Hell with a new found energy and magical power.
"Get, out of me!" I said out loud. The pain shrunk back and with a BANG! that threw my chest back into the wall, and trailed all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes, it left me completely.
I felt like I did after the episode at the abandoned house with Gordon; drained. Completely drained; mentally, physically, emotionally and magically.
I made myself get up and saw the demon give Dean one, weak, final punch, rendering him unconscious. Bobby was still out cold on the other side of the room. The demon was panting, like he was exhausted, and slowly slid his gaze towards me.
"Nikki…Just don't know when to quit, do you?" He walked closer to me, grabbing my throat and using it to pull me to my feet. It wasn't as tight as it had been in the salvage yard, this was just tight enough to painfully play with my already wounded throat, and get the upper hand.
"I mean, you're harboring feelings for a guy who thinks of you as his best friend—the little sister he never had." The demon said softly, like he was trying to console a four-year-old, eyes flashing black briefly.
Sam's body took a step closer, his hands pressed to the wall on either of my waist. "But that kiss?" The demon made Sam's head lean closer to mine, his eyes fluttered half-shut. "That was all Sammy." He breathed, Sam's lips brushed mine as he spoke.
I let out a shaky breath, turning my head to one side as best I could. This was hard enough as is, the demon in Sam and knowing that I'd have to use the painful new exorcism Used-to-be-Fake Chris showed me. But having him this close? Again? I just couldn't do that.
"Liar." I forced out through a clenched jaw as his nose trailed over my jaw and his warm breath fanned my neck.
"Nope. Not lying." Sam's hand left my throat and wrapped around my chin forcing me to look at him. "I'm in your sweet not-so-little Sammy's head. When I was smacking you around back in the yard, oh was he screaming! Begging me 'don't her.' 'Course, that just made it more fun." The demon sneered at me, its eyes flashing black again.
I clenched my jaw, and grabbed onto Sam's branded arm.
Please God, don't let me louse Sam and myself. I prayed, before digging deeper inside myself than I ever have. All the anger, frustration, pain, rage, and desperation I had inside were channeled into getting that black smoke bitch outofSam.
There wasn't much power left inside me, but it was enough.
The demon screamed, falling to Sam's knees, pulling me with him as I refused to let go of Sam's arm.
"You, are going to get out of Sam!" I growled before giving every last drop of power I had, even the power keeping me conscious, into getting the demon out of Sam's body.
I fell to the ground, seconds from passing out, as I saw Sam's back arching forward as black smoke billowed from his throat.
I let my eyes fall shut, a satisfied smile on my face.