Prepare yourselves, this note is a long one.

First, I have a long list of people to thank; GiraffePanda2, Dove is the Way, BrySt1, Simone98, bookworm0313, ixstargirlxi and DarknessHitsMe. You are just the ones who reviewed the last chapter, but I want to EVERYONE who has ever reviewed this story. I've been going through a few stressful, difficult things, and reading how much you love and support my story is kinda like getting a hug. Keep it up!

Also, I'm going to post a challenge to all of you. I have a little side project going on, I'm making a website for my stories, you know, one of those fill in the box template things, to post stuff I get my inspiration from, what my OCs look like, stuff like that. My challenge to you, issued on September 22, 2014, is this; if you have an idea of what Anna looks like. I have an idea, but I love feedback and making you guys think, so if you have an image of what you think Nikki would look like, either leave me a review or a PM, and I'll PM you my email so you can send it to me (I don't know, can you send image/image links through privet messaging here?). You have until Halloween to send me a pic. Also, just to get you guys motivated, anyone who just GIVES ME AN IMAGE, will be given the next TWO CHAPTERS of this story, ahead of time, before anyone else.

Don't feel obligated to that, though. This is just so I can see how you guys think Nikki would look like, 'cause, you know, I probably wouldn't have written this much if I didn't know I had people who thought it was worth reading.

Ok then, almost done with this note.

Enjoy the chapter, and leave a review!

~Christianne

Nikki POV

I groaned as I heard a phone ring, waking me. I threw an arm over my eyes and ignored it.

Kory, on the other hand, had a different idea. I heard her fumble a little, then in a very lazy, sleepy voice say 'Hello?'

I sat up, my back cracking as I did so. Kory and I had slept on the back porch of her old house after we were done screaming our lungs out.

"No…Why do you care?...Fine. Kory. Here's Nikki." Kory said. I felt something land in my lap. I looked over at Kory and saw she had rolled back over and went back to sleep.

I picked up my phone. "Its way too early for any normal person to call, so you gotta be Sam, Dean or Bobby."

"Why'd some chick named Kory answer your phone at eight in the morning?" Dean's smug, suggestive voice asked.

"She's a new friend. We fell asleep outside." I told him, stretching my sore muscles and joints as I stood up, and lightly kicked Kory's back to wake her up.

"You know what they say about girls with guys' names, right?" Dean asked.

"Why'd you call me at eight in the morning?" I asked, ignoring him.

"Girls with guys' names are so much dirtier than girls with girls' names." Dean said with a boyish chuckle. I stopped, one arm in my jacket, one out.

"You do know my names Nikki, right? And you guys call me Nik all the time, right?" I said slowly.

Dean kept chuckling. "Well, you're gonna have to tell me if that's true or not."

"You're a pig." I said simply, putting my jacket back on. "Put Sam on the phone." I demanded.

"Aw, c'mon! I wanna hear about your slumber party with Kory." Dean said.

"Sam. Phone. Now." I insisted, tossing Kory her hoodie. I got a very enthusiastic 'Thanks!' for it.

I heard some shuffling on the other end of the phone before I heard Sam. "Hey Nik. Sorry about Dean."

"It's fine." I sighed. I could physically feel myself relax as I spoke to him. "Why'd you guys call?"

"Bobby told us you went off on your own." Sam said simply. I could hear worry in his voice. I groaned. Of course Bobby told them.

"Yeah, just had a few things to do.—Don't worry, absolutely no monsters, vampires, or vengeful hunters. At worst, absolute worst, I may encounter a spirit. I have a ton of salt in my trunk, Bobby set me up with a sawed off and salt rounds and I still have my hoodoo." I told him, very aware of Kory's stunned expression.

"…I'm still gonna worry." I heard Sam mumble, then sigh. "Fine, then. We're still in Ohio. I'll call you later today."

"Great. Talk to you then?" I asked, getting my keys.

"Yeah…Talk to you then." Sam said before hanging up.

I put my phone in my pocket and turned to Kory. "You probably have a ton of questions, right?"

She shrugged. "Well, no, not really. I mean, Wiccans are like witches, right? So, if you're a witch, vampires, and monsters aren't such a leap." She said, walking with me back to my Mustang.

I laughed a little. "I'm surprised, most normal people can't wrap their heads around shit like this."

"This? What's 'this'?" Kory asked eagerly.

I kept laughing, harder this time. "Sorry, Kory. I'm still new at this. Can't have the talk with you yet." She pouted, then started to talk (a lot) about why she should know, but I didn't change my mind.

I dropped her off at her apartment over a store on the main street. We exchanged numbers, incase Kory had any side effects (there was a less than 1% chance of that) from the Shallot dust and if she had any other questions I could actually answer.

After that, I stopped at a gas station to change into clean clothes and run a brush through my hair. I stuffed it back into a braid and wet my hands a little to get the stubborn curls to stay out of my face.

I grabbed a few bottles of water at the gas station and filled my Mustang up with gas before heading out to Cold Oak.

Half an hour later, I stopped the car and got out. Just like Kory said, the road stopped about three miles from the actual town. I threw the bottles of water into my backpack, all my written notes, a few candles and herbs, my lighter, and a few handfuls of the salt rounds.

When I actually started to walk towards the town, I had my gun in the waist band of my pants, my backpack on my back (with my knife in the front pocket), and the sawed off shotgun in my hand.

It wasn't a long walk, but it was the middle of the day and I was sweating through my t-shirt. When I first saw the run down town, an uneasy feeling crept over me. I gripped the sawed off shotgun tighter and took off my backpack, setting it on the steps of a building. I put the sawed off next to it, and pulled out my pistol. I hadn't had very many chances to shoot it.

I took the safety off and took aim at the sign on the front of the building across the road from me. I pulled the trigger. The sign swung wildly on the hooks after I hit it. I walked closer and grinned.

My bullet went right through the dot of the 'i' in 'Sherriff'. I smiled, tucking the gun back in my waistband and went back to my backpack to get what I needed.

I got a stick from off to the side and started to draw the pattern I was given in front of the bell tower. I tossed the stick off to the side and put the candles on the ground, then piled the herbs in the center. Before I lit anything, I got the stick again and drew a large Devils Trap.

I took a deep breath and debated calling Sam before I lit the herbs and summoned Yellow-Eyes. If he was gonna kill me, I'd like to hear Sam's voice one last time, I'd also like to apologize; I promised him that I was in zero danger.

I was just about to light the herbs and candles, I had flicked the lighter but couldn't make myself light it. I snapped the lighter shut and turned my back to the summoning sigil. When I turned around, I noticed a building down the road; a small church.

I shoved my lighter into my pocket and walked towards the church. The door was propped open a little. I had to shove my shoulder against it to open wide enough for me to get through. Brushing off my shoulder, I looked around the small, one room church. There weren't pews, just a few benches, covered in a thick layer of dust. A few moldy piles were on the ends; I think they used to be bibles.

I walked towards the front of the church, kneeling slightly and doing the Sign of the Cross as I approached the altar. There was a large wooden crucifix hanging behind it, and a dusty stain glass window depicting a dove and an olive branch behind that.

I went to the bench row second from the front, and tapped the moldy padding where one would kneel when they prayed. I took a deep breath and kneeled down, bowing my head and clasping my hands, just like Olivia taught me. I said the Our Father a few times, then a Hail Mary.

"What I'm doing is wrong…Technically, I know that." I said, my eyes still shut. "I mean, wrong doesn't start to cover what I'm doing.

"But I don't feel like I have a choice…Knowing why the yellow-eyed demon has a thing for me will explain so much, not just for me, but for Sam and Dean too. This-This thing killed their parents, killed my foster parents, I'm pretty sure it had something to do with Chris's disappearing act too.

"You know, over the past few years, I've had…I've had a lot of reasons to believe that there's no one up there listening. But, I'm to the point where I don't care anymore. I-I'm not expecting you to just strike down the demon right when he gets here…I-I'm just asking for a little help, to-to make sure I can get back to Sam and Dean.

"Please, I know I ask you to do a lot of things, but I've never begged. I'm begging now. Please let me live through this."

I jumped when I heard what sounded like fabric rustling and I stood up quickly, pulling my pistol out. I turned in a slow circle, nothing was there. I felt something wet on my face. I raised a hand to it and wiped tears off my face. I didn't know I had been crying. I tucked my gun back into my pants with the other hand. I looked back towards the front alter, and looked up, slack jawed at the stain glass window.

The dusty dove and olive branch was gone, and replaces by a bright, colorful angel with its wings spread and arms out.

I knew, technically, I wasn't supposed to go behind the altar, but I did anyway. I pushed an empty crate towards the window, tested the weight and stepped up on it. Going up to my tippy toes, I lightly traced the halo above the angels head.

This could have been some sort of sign from God that he, or at least an angel, was watching over me. Then again, it could have been me. I could have done this, I mean, I've done bigger and more complicated things. It could have been Jane, working through my subconscious to try and make me feel better.

My eyebrows furrowed as I found a specific piece of glass in the bottom left corner, I ran my fingers over it, feeling the rough groves in the smooth glass. It looked like some sort of writing. As I took a closer look, I jumped back, almost falling off the crate.

The writing, the marks on the glass—I'd seen them before. I knew I'd seen them before. I knew I had. Just don't remember where.

I looked up at the window. "Ok…I'm takin' this as a sign." I said aloud. "So…You better have someone keeping an eye on me."

I walked out of the church, and back to the symbols I'd drawn in the dirt. Feeling confident and empowered, I flicked my lighter and lit the candles, then the herbs. I closed the lighter, and took a few quick steps back.

Yellow-Eyes appeared just where he was supposed to; right in the middle of the Devils Trap. He looked around, then chuckled. "Well, you're really out done yourself, Nik."

"Don't call me that." I snapped, crossing my arms. "And thank you, it was a lot of work. I didn't want you to come, take what I'd found and say I skimped out."

"I never go back on my deals Nikki." The demon said, crossing his arms. We stared at each other for a few minutes. "So, tell me about the place." Yellow-Eyes said, breaking the silence as he looked around.

"Cold Oak. Established in 1844, home of one of the oldest log school building in the state. Abandoned between 1949 and 1951. Was gonna be demolished in the 60s, but someone made a big deal about the cemetery. Lots'a ghost hunters have come here, results vary, from completely and totally haunted, to 100% ghost free." I said flatly. I grabbed the manila file with all my research and Kory's notes and tossed it at him. It landed in the dirt just inside the Devil's Trap.

"I thought I told you I wanted to know everything about the town." The demon said, picking up the file.

"109 weddings took place in the church, 236 in the city itself. There were 36 sheriffs, way too many deputies to count. This place never had running water or electricity, and the cemetery had an iron gate, which is probably why some ghost hunters say there's no supernatural activity." I spat at him. "Oh, and the mayor didn't have a daughter, had a son; who was sleeping with the sheriff."

The demon paged through the file, nodding approvingly. "Well…certainly lived up to my expectations. Exceeded them, even." He said, a proud smile on his face.

I ground my teeth. "You said you don't go back on your deals. I held up my end."

"Yes, yes you did." Yellow-Eyes said, walking to the edge of the Devils Trap. "Are you sure you wanna know?" he asked, a twisted look in his eye and a smile on his face.

"I have been through a few things in the last few months, if you didn't know. I think I can take on why you insist on bothering me." I snapped, taking a few steps closer. "So, spit it out."

"Blood." He said simply.

I lifted my eyebrows. "Excuse me?" I asked.

"Blood." The demon repeated. Seeing my still confused expression he rolled his eyes.

"Back in Janesville, when Jane bound your souls." Yellow-Eyes started to explain. "Remember, you cut your hands. Sam, being the worried, sensitive boy that he is, was so worried about you that he had to grab fists of sand so he didn't lunge at your blonde counterpart; cut his own. Sam, like I said, worried and sensitive, held your hand.

"Your blood mingled with his…" he trailed off, smiling at me. "He gave you a jump start, so to speak."

"Jump started what? My Wiccan magic?" I asked.

Yellow-Eyes shrugged. "If that's what you think it is and wanna call it, sure."

"What I think—What the Hell does that mean?" I yelled, itching to take out my gun.

"It means, Nikki, that you don't know all the players in the game." Yellow-Eyes said, his face and tone turning serious. "I know what we agreed on and I held up my end. Now how about you let me out of this mouse trap. I have things to do."

I frowned and grabbed the stick I'd used to draw the trap and scratched out part of the trap. Yellow-Eyes chuckled and walked leisurely out of the broken circle. "I gotta say, that's a nice trap. One'a the strongest I've been in." He said. "But…Yet again, Nikki, I'm gonna have to do something about it."

"What?" I asked, confused, and gripping my gun behind my back.

"I've noticed my children are getting…out of line. Using their gifts for petty crimes…putting me in Devil's Traps." He said, his glare turned twisted before my very eyes.

I stood there, tense and waiting for him to do something, burn me or dig up on of my old grade school friends to burn in front of me.

"Oh relax." The demon laughed. "It's just a slap on the wrist."

"Last time I got a slap on the wrist, you burned my foster brother in front of me." I snapped tersely.

Yellow-Eyes gave me one of those twisted smiles before he disappeared. I frowned, waiting to start coughing up blood or something.

I shook my head, thinking he was trying psychological warfare.

As I was packing the candles back into my backpack, a breeze blew an intense heat and the smell of smoke towards me. Cocking the shotgun, I went towards the assumed fire cautiously. The shotgun slipped from my hands when I saw what was burning.

The church.

"No!" I yelled, dropping the gun and running towards the burning building. I threw my hands forward, trying to use any of the abilities I had to stop the fire.

I remember on one of the

Nothing happened.

All I could do was sit and wait for the fire to die out.

I had a thing about churches. I mean, I was left at one when I was a baby. One of the better foster families I stayed with when I was about six or seven (and older couple, they only got rid of me because Mr. Tavish had a stroke and Mrs. Tavish couldn't take care of me and her husband. I didn't want to leave there) took me to church every Sunday, signed me up for Sunday school too, and put me through the process to get my first communion. They were both dead now, the Tavishs. Every time I saw a church I thought about them.

"You bastard." I said as I watched the flame covered roof collapse.