Sorry this chapter came a little late. For the past 10 days, I've been sick, and am now overwhelmed with schoolwork. So, this chapter isn't as polished as I'd like it to be. *shrug*

~Christianne

Nikki POV

Dean had barely stopped the car before I got out. I think he said something, but I didn't listen.

I didn't bother getting my key out of my pocket, I just waved my hand at the door and it flung open. I grabbed the knob once I was inside and slammed it so hard a clock on the wall shook.

Now that I was alone, I stopped trying to control it.

I let out a choking sob, and leaned against the door. I grabbed my temples, trying to keep my magic inside, as I slid down the door until my butt his the dirty carpeted floor. I stayed like that for a while; holding the curls at the side of my head in tight fists and letting out gross, wet, choking sobs.

A phone rang. It took me a few minutes to realize that it was mine. After the Milwaukee incident, the boys got me a new phone. I still had my old one, but I was supposed to be using the new one now. I just let it ring.

I could deal with him not looking at me like I look at him. I could deal with him not wanting to be together. I could deal with him being the sweetest, best looking man I've ever met, being around him constantly and the ever present urge to grab him behind the neck, pull him down, kiss him and tell him.

I'm not sure why I didn't think about this, him and another girl. Maybe I had, I don't remember. But I didn't think it'd hurt this much.

I think it was a good hour or two before I took a few shaky breaths (that kept getting caught in my throat) and made myself stop crying. I wiped my tears away with my sleeve and sniffled as I stood up. I must have been down there, curled up in a ball, for longer than I thought; my knees ached when I stood up.

I grabbed my new phone from the table and played the message that had been left.

"Look Nikki, I tried, ok? I know you know I think the little crush on my brother will only cause problems—and I still think that—but…I know that this must be Hell for you…and that isn't ideal either…She's not even my type, just so you know…"

There was more to the message, but I knew what it would say; that he's gonna fallow Kurt around.

I wiped my eyes again, making sure all the tears were gone, then fell onto one of the beds to try and get some sleep.

I think I cried a little more first. Not about the Sam/Madison thing, but about the jump start thing.

I mean…I-I'm mad at him. And I shouldn't be! It's not like he knew…

If I hadn't gotten a few drops of Sam's blood, I'd still be in Janesville. Working at CJ's. Maybe I'd have a boyfriend, who knows? But I won't ever know, because Sam's blood kick started my magic beyond a level I can completely control and made me catch a demon's eye.

Maybe Dean and him just shouldn't have come to Janesville in the first place. I would have just had a weird week and gotten on with my life. Instead, I was sobbing in motel room and trying not to blow out the windows or set the wallpaper on fire.

"Hey!"

I woke with a gasp, and grabbed my knife from the side table, holding it out towards the person who had shaken me awake.

Dean jumped back quickly. A smile grew on his face. "Nice reflexes." He complemented. "C'mon, pack your witchy crap; books, broomstick, the whole thing." He said quickly.

"What happened?" I asked, rubbing my eyes with the heel of my hand as I threw my herbs and a few books from my duffle bag into my backpack.

"Madison." Dean said simple, grabbing an extra clip filled with silver bullets. "She's a werewolf. My eyes widened, and I packed quicker.

Ten minutes later, we were walking into Madison's apartment, dean walked in first.

"How you doin'?" Dean asked Madison, who was tied to a chair in her living room. "My head feels great, thanks." He added. Apparently Madison handed Dean's ass to him. Later, much later, I'd tease him about getting a beat down from a girl.

"We got to talk." Sam said, grabbing my arm when I didn't move. Dean followed us into the kitchen.

"She says she has no idea about what I'm talking about." Sam told us.

"So? She's lying." Dean shrugged.

"Maybe." Sam put in. "Or maybe she really doesn't know she's changing. Maybe when the creature takes over, she blacks out."

"Like a really hot Incredible Hulk?" Dean asked, trying to wrap his head around the idea. "Dude, she ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend." Dean reminded Sam. "That doesn't sound ration unconscious."

"But what if it was, Dean? What if some animal part of her brain saw both guys as threats? Hell, the cop, too." Sam argued.

"Are you dog whisperer now?" Dean asked. "Nikki, is something like that even possible?" Dean asked, turning towards me and cutting off whatever Sam was going to say.

That's what I had been trying to figure out. "I mean, werewolves are still human on some level." I started to explain. "So…if the bite that changed her was traumatic enough, she could not remember it. But…" I trailed off. Sam looked at me expectantly. I had to suck in a breath when I looked at those kaleidoscope hazel/blue puppy dog eyes, begging for an answer.

"But…I have a hard time believe she didn't notice any of the other symptoms." I finished.

Sam shook his head, obviously not liking the answer. "I…I just…I don't know." He said, pacing the small kitchen. "There was something in her eyes." Sam insisted.

"Yeah, she's killing people." Dean stated.

"But if she has no control-" Sam started.

"Even if she's telling the truth, it's not gonna change anything." Dean snapped. "If it's supernatural, we kill it. That's how it goes!"

"I know, Dean. But I'm not gonna put a bullet through some girl who has no idea what's happening." Sam snapped.

"You're feeling sorry for her?" Dean asked incredulously.

"Maybe I understand her." Sam said calmly.

"Look, there might be another way to get the job done without having the waste her." Sam said, walking towards one of the counters.

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" Dean asked.

"Dad's theory." Sam said simply. "Lycanthropy might have a cure, if you kill the werewolf who bit you, severing the bloodline." Sam read from John's journal.

"Might have a cure, meaning 'who knows?'" Dean reminded his brother.

"It's worth a shot!" Sam insisted.

"We don't even know where to look." Dean argued. "The puppy that bit her—it could be anyone, anywhere. It could have been ages ago."

"No. I don't think so." Sam said sternly. "Sides—Nikki—we have Nikki. I'm sure she can do something." Sam said, looking at me. Dean did the same.

I hadn't moved in a solid minute. One of my hands was holding my backpack open, the other was reaching in for my books. I'd even stopped breathing.

"Nikki?" Sam asked, walking towards me. I saw him reach out to touch my shoulder; my eyes shut and I flinched. When I didn't feel him touch me, I opened my eyes. Sam had slowly taken a few steps back, Dean had taken a few steps closer.

"Nik?" Dean asked, looking confused.

"'If it's supernatural, we kill it.'" I repeated quietly.

"What?" Dean asked, almost rudely.

"'If it's supernatural, we kill it.'" I repeated, louder, and roughly took my book out of my backpack, slamming it on the counter.

Dean laughed once, almost rolling his eyes. "Look, Nikki, I know you're-"

"Do you two know how hard it is to be around you two sometimes?" I asked, cutting him off. "Every instinct, every fiber of my being tells me to run and not look back, because people like me and people like you are not supposed to be friends!" I said, trying to keep my voice at a normal volume so Madison wouldn't hear.

"Look, we're sor-" Sam started.

"I don't care, Sam!" I snapped. "Sorry or not, some part of you and Dean think that putting a round through my eye socket would be a good thing and I don't know if that will ever change!"

"Alright!" Sam said loudly, making me stop talking. "Fine! You can be pissed at us later, but that girl is scared and I need to know if you can help her!" Sam said, pointing out to Madison, then slamming the journal on top of my book in front of me. "Will this work?"

"No! I don't think so." I told him honestly.

"You haven't even looked at it-"

"I don't need to! Lycanthropy is a type of primal magic that lives in the soul of the werewolf, magic isn't all pixi dust and abracadabra; there's a real science in it. Once someone is bit by one'a these guys, every cell in their body changes to accommodate the anatomy changes brought from the light from the full moon. I know you guys have been hunting since before you could spell Mississippi, but I know this. For the past year I've been cramming in every piece of information I can about anything that can be shot, stabbed, skewered, buried, exorcised and burned to make up for the fact that I can barely hold a rifle for ten minutes." I took a gasping breath before I kept talking. "I wanna help your girlfriend out there, but I don't know if I can! Even if I could might not make a difference to you—Cause if it's supernatural, you kill it!"

I grabbed my backpack, book and John's journal, then stormed into living room where Madison was still tied up. I looked at her for a second before walking behind her to sit on the window seat.

Sam came out a few seconds later. I looked down when he looked at me, paging through one of my leather bound books.

"Madison," Sam asked calmly. "When were you mugged?" She didn't say anything, probably because of the death glare Dean was giving her. "Please, it's important, alright? Just answer the question."

"About a month ago." Madison answered slowly.

"Did you see the guy?" Sam asked.

"No." Madison said in the same tone. "He grabbed me from behind."

"Did he bite you?" Sam asked again.

Madison's face contorted a little in confusion. "How'd you know that?"

"Where?" Sam asked, skipping over her question.

"O-On the back of my neck." Madison said.

Sam slowly set his gun down, and took a step towards Madison. She shrunk back and looked away. I got up and glared at Sam until he backed off.

"Ok, Madison? I'm just gonna lift your hair to see your neck." I told her, not moving until she nodded. I moved her dark hair to one side and sighed quietly as I saw the deep scar there. I waved Dean over, ignoring Sam. He came anyway.

"Oh that's just a love bite. Believe me, that could'a been a lot worse." Dean said lowly, shaking his head. I dropped her hair and stood up, going back to the window seat.

"Where were you at the time?" Dean asked her.

"Walking home from my friend's loft." Madison answered him, looking at her lap.

"Let me guess. Not too far from Hunter's Point?" Sam put in. Madison nodded. Sam gestured for him and Dean to go in the kitchen.

I waited until they shut the door before I spoke. "Have you noticed any changes in your…daily lifestyle?" I asked, using the words from the book I was reading.

"What?" Madison asked, craning her head over her shoulder to try and look at me.

"Uh, just a second." I said as I stood up, and slowly spun her chair around so she was facing me. "Right, eh, daily lifestyle—like your diet; have you been eating more meat lately? Have more of a taste for rare beef instead of well done?"

Madison shook her head no.

"Ok…" I flipped the next page. "What about heightened senses? Better hearing, smelling the pot roast someone next door is making…?" I trailed off when she shook her head no. I let out a little groan as I shut my book.

"What was that for?" Madison asked me.

"Trying to narrow down what could be causing you to completely block out the werewolf symptoms. I…I can't find anything in my Wicca books that has anything like this." I stopped and gave Madison an awkward, wry smile. "You're special."

"W-Wicca…Like, witches?" She asked. I nodded. "There-There's no such thing." She insisted.

I laughed once. "You're a werewolf tied to a chair. I doubt that you can say that I don't exist." I said, trying to lighten the mood.

It didn't work.

"Glenn had no idea what was going on." Dean said.

It was done.

Madison was no longer a werewolf, if the theory had any weight to it, which I cautiously thought was a possibility. Dean had killed the werewolf that bit Madison; turned out to be Glenn.

"You know, that explains a lot." I said from the back seat. I had my knees bent, and my back flat on the seats. "Why he kept staring at me…" I trailed off.

"Wiccas like me, the more…powerful, ones, are like magnets to monsters who don't know what they are doing. They sorta look at us for guidance." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. "S'plains why I kept squirming around him."

"Why do you think he turned Madison instead of just killing her?" Dean asked, I'm not sure if it was to me or Sam.

"I don't know." Sam sighed. "Kinda seemed to have a thing for her." I peeked up at him and getting a good look at the three claw marks on his cheek. He wouldn't let me heal them for him. All he would let me do was clean it up with wintergreen so it would heal faster and heal without a scar.

"Primal instinct." I put in. "He saw a mate and took it."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, the guy was looking for some breeding action." He said, trying to lighten the tense mood. I smiled a little, for the first time in a few days.

"Yeah. Something like that." Sam mumbled.

"So?" Dean asked, looking at his brother.

"So what?" Sam snapped back.

"Speaking of Madison…" he trailed off.

"Oh, whatever." Sam quickly brushed him off.

"You liked her." Dean stated simply. I pulled my arms over my eyes, trying to be anywhere but in the back of the Impala. I was smacking myself mentally for not taking my own car.

"Maybe, uh-"

"Dean." Sam cut off. "She thought I was a stark-raving lunatic."

"You saved her life." Dean pointed out.

"She doesn't know that." Sam argued.

A tapping on the window made me jerk up into a sitting position. I saw Madison crouching down to look in the window. "You know, for a stakeout, your car's a bit conspicuous." She said through the window. Sam rolled the window down. "What are you still doing here?"

"Honestly? Uh…we're pretty sure you're not gonna turn tonight, but we gotta be 100%, so, you know, we're…" Dean trailed off.

"Lurking." I finished for him, he sent me a look and I smacked his shoulder.

"Look, I know this sounds crazy-" Sam started.

"It sure does." Madison cut him off. "Well, if we're gonna wait it out…we might as well do it together."

I almost wanted to walk the seven miles back to the motel, but that would mean I was uncomfortable in the situation. So, I followed Sam and Dean into Madison's apartment.

"You were telling the truth, weren't you?" Madison asked us as she shut and locked the door. "About everything." She glanced at me.

She stopped in front of Sam. "What you did—it was to help me."

I had to look away from Sam; the look in his eyes….

"Yeah." Sam told Madison softly.

"I did all those horrible things…" Madison said sadly. "When I turned."

"You didn't know." Sam told her in that soft, understanding voice of his. I looked between Sam and Madison, a tight, choking feeling creeping up my throat. I caught Dean's gaze, and he dropped his quickly.

"So when will we know for sure?" Madison asked, breaking the silent, bedroom-eyes-staring compaction she and Sam and going on. "Moonrise?" she guessed.

"No," I put in. My voice came out cracked and thick. I cleared my throat before I spoke again. "No, I don't think so. You turned middle of the night last night, right? Sunup…We-We'll hang around until sunup." I said reluctantly. Madison nodded, staring at Sam again.

"Well, looks like we got ourselves a few hours to kill." Dean said, clapping his hands once. "Poker, anyone?" he asked, a big, forced smile on his face.