Well, this seems a little short to me. Sorry. This was a part of the next chapter, but that one ended up being more than 25 pages in Word, so I broke it up. Slightly filler-ish.
Happy New Year everyone!
~Christianne
Nikki POV
My body was shaking from the intensity of my crying. Sam had his arms wrapped around my back, one around my waist to hold me up, and the other hand was at the base of my neck, rubbing soothing circles. I tried to talk a few times, but I just hiccuped back into crying. Sam rested his chin gently on top of my head.
"It's ok, Nikki. It's ok." He said softly. "We're safe. I'm right here."
That just made me cry harder. I was grabbing at his shirt so tight I think I felt the material tear once or twice.
I heard a door open and slam shut.
Sam shifted me so he held me close to his side instead of the middle of his chest.
"Sammy." I heard Dean say.
"Hey." Sam said simply.
Every time Sam spoke, I started crying harder.
Dean walked over to us, and grabbed Sam in a tight hug. One arm went around his neck, the other wrapped all the way around me to Sam's back. I quickly wormed my way out, so the brothers could hug. Although my face was tear stained and wet, I was smiling.
"Ow." Sam moaned. "Uh, Dean…"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, man." Dean said, letting Sam go. "I'm just happy to see you up and around, that's all." Sam nodded, obviously more than a little confused.
"C'mon, sit down." Dean said, pushing Sam towards the bed.
"Ok." Sam said, falling into the mattress without complaints. "What happened to me?" He asked, looking between me and Dean. We were sitting next to each other on a trunk Dean had pulled over.
"Well, what do you remember?" Dean asked.
"I-I saw you and Bobby, and…I felt this pain, this sharp pain like…like, white-hot, you know, and…I heard Nikki scream, then you started running at me, and…that's about it." Sam said.
"Yeah, that—that kid stabbed you in the back." Dean admitted. "You lost a lot of blood. It was touch and go for a while."
"Dean," Sam said, obviously confused. Then again, I was too. I have no idea how Sam just…Woke up. Then again, he was alive, his heart was beating, his lungs working; I didn't care. "Even you can't patch up a wound that bad."
I'll bet it was just a delayed effect of my healing chant.
Dean glanced at me, and my brows furrowed a little.
"Oh my God…" Sam said quietly. "Nikki healed me, didn't she?" He asked louder.
"I-" I cut myself off when I saw the look on Sam's face. "Don't look at me like that." I ended up snapping weakly at him. "It's my magic, I-m-I'm fine, you're fine, can't you just thank me like a normal person?" I was still crying, even though I was just trying not to make Sam mad at me. He couldn't be mad at me; he just came back from the dead.
Sam blinked once, then cracked a small smile. "Thanks." He said, a note of sarcasm in his voice.
"I don't think you mean that, but I'll take what I can get." I responded, another teary smile on my face.
"What about Jake?" Sam asked. "The kid," he clarified for Dean. "Did you get him?"
"No, no he ran into the woods." Dean said.
"We got to find him." Sam said, half growling. "And I swear I'm gonna tear that son of a bitch apart." He finished as he started to stand up.
"Whoa whoa whao. Easy, van Damme." Dean said, catching Sam's shoulders.
"You just woke up." I pointed out. "You should take it easy. Maybe have something to eat. Do you want somethin' to eat?" I was already standing up and looking around the other room with shaking hands.
"Ok, you-" Dean put his hands on my shoulders. "-have to relax." He said, pushing me into a chair.
"I'm starving." Dean commented, pulling the bucket of chicken closer to me and Sam; he'd sat next to me.
"And…And that's when you guys showed up.—Ok, where the Hell are you putting all of this?" Sam finally asked me. I stopped, a drumstick by my mouth. It was half eaten, and when I finished it, would be my eighth piece. I frowned and swallowed.
"This coming from the man who ate a pizza and a half by himself in one sitting." I half-snapped, taking a drink of my beer. Dean rolled his eyes at us. I couldn't keep the smile off my face. The world could literally be ending for all we knew, but all I could think about was the fact that Sam was alive. It put me in good spirits.
"Poor Andy." He sighed, bringing the conversation back to what it had been; what Sam and I saw at Cold Oak.
"The demon said he only wanted one of us alive, and that they'd lead his army." Sam said, ripping meat off his piece of chicken and tossing it in his mouth.
"He told you that?" Dean asked.
"Yep." Sam confirmed with a bob of his head. "He appeared in a dream." He added.
"He tell you anything else?" Dean pressed.
"Wait wait wait," I cut in. "If he said only one of us would leave alive, then why'd you say 'they'd' lead his army. They'd means more than one."
Sam looked at the table. "You weren't like the rest of us." Sam admitted. "You were gonna live no matter what."
My eyebrows furrowed. "Why me?" I asked. I've been asking myself that for a while, I guess.
"He called you Concupivi Filia Caeli Telum." Sam recalled, still looking at the table. "He said that we were the perfect soldiers, and that you were the perfect weapon." I just nodded.
Everything I found out about this Concupivi Filia Caeli Telum made me like it less and less.
"The thing I don't get, is if the demon only wanted one of us, then how did Jake and I both get away?" Sam asked.
"Well, I mean, they left you for dead." Dean pointed out. "I'm sure they thought it was over."
"Now that Yellow-Eyes has Jake, what's he gonna do with him?" Dean asked, taking a bite of his chicken.
"I don't know." Sam admitted. Dean looked to me, and I just shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.
"Whatever it is, we've got to stop him. Can't be anything good." I said.
"Whoa, hold on, alright?" Dean said. "You both need rest." He insisted. "We got time."
"No, we don't." Sam countered him.
"Sam, oceans aren't boiling, ok?" Dean half snapped. "Frogs aren't raining from the sky. Let's get you your strength back first."
Sam begrudgingly hunched his shoulders.
"Did you call the Roadhouse?" I asked Dean, trying to change the subject. "Do they know anything?"
"Yeah…" Dean trailed off, looking at the piece of chicken in his hands.
"Dean, what is it?" Sam asked.
"The Roadhouse burned to the ground." Dean said, sitting down across from Sam and me. "Ash is dead, probably Ellen—a lot of other hunters too."
My mouth fell slack in shock.
"Demons?" Sam guessed.
"Yeah, we think so." Dean confirmed. "We think because Ash found something."
"What'd he find?" Sam asked. He had this dangerous, reckless look on his face.
"Bobby's workin' on that right now." Dean said.
"Well, c'mon then. Bobby's only a few hours away." Sam said, pushing his trash into the empty chicken bucket.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Stop. Sam, stop, damnit!" Dean said, grabbing his brother's arm as he painfully stood up. "You almost died in there. I mean, what would I have-" Dean cut himself off. "You just take care of yourself for a little bit, huh? Just for a little bit."
Sam was giving Dean one of those unintentional puppy-dog looks. "I'm sorry." He said. "No."
The two boys shook their heads at each other, when started to pack up.
"Hey, how'd my stuff get here?" I asked, slinging Chris's duffle over my shoulder.
"Your car is parked out there." Dean said slowly.
My eyebrows lifted. "It is?" Last I time I saw it, it was in Illinois. I looked out the window, and saw my shiny black and orange Mustang. I just shrugged and went with it. It was that sort of day.
I threw my things in the back, and leaned on the open door as Sam and Dean did the same.
"Hey, what's that get up to on a highway?" Dean asked, gesturing to the car.
"When there are other drivers on the road?" I asked.
"Is there a difference?" Dean asked, a little confused.
I shrugged. "Yeah."
"Fine. No one else on the road." Dean reasoned.
"Am I driving, or someone else?" I asked again.
"What's with the questions?" Dean asked, getting a little irritated.
I grinned. "Have either of you seen me drive?" I asked. They both shook their heads no. I let out a laugh, and got in my car. "Well, you're in for a treat." I said through the open window.