Nikki POV
I was crouched behind a headstone that read 'Eliza Wiggins,' waiting for my signal to stand.
I had my eyes shut, and my head resting on the rough stone.
I was thinking about what had happened earlier.
I used the heel on my hand to snap the clip into my gun. I put a bullet in the chamber, then put it in my waist band.
"Hey, you ready?" Sam asked me.
I nodded. Dean, Ellen and Bobby were a few yards away, out of earshot. We were getting ready to drive to Wyoming. I'd called Kory a few hours ago to make sure she wasn't in the area. She wasn't, she was in Ohio on a salt 'n burn.
"I love you, you know that?" I cut Sam of, looking up at him.
He looked at me with furrowed brows for a moment. "Yeah, I love you too Nik." Sam said, like it was an obvious thing.
It was like I'd been slapped. Only, not in a bad way. My eyes got wide and I felt my face go slack. "You…You do." I stated.
"Well, yeah." Sam said, shrugging. "I mean, you're family now, Nikki. You're like a sister to Dean and me."
I shook my head a little, getting rid of the thoughts as I looked towards Dean.
He had moved from behind the larger headstone to the side of it. That was my signal. I stood up and held my pistol up, aimed at Jake. I silently walked towards him, like everyone else was.
"Howdy Jake." Sam said. Jake spun around, and saw us all behind him, guns up.
"Wait…" Jake said, looking back at Sam. "You were dead. I killed you."
"Yeah? Well, next time, finish the job." Sam said coldly.
"I did." Jake said defensively. "I cut clean through your spinal cord, man." Sam's smug face fell, and he glanced and Dean and I. "You can't be alive. You can't be."
"Ok, just take it real easy there, son." Bobby warned, seeing Jake become more and more riled up.
"And if I don't?" Jake challenged.
"You really don't wanna play that game with him." I warned.
"Why are you actin' all tough all'a the sudden?" Jake asked, looking at me. "What are you gonna do—Kill me?"
I shrugged. "Me, Sam, Dean; take your pick. I'm sure Bobby or Ellen wouldn't mind too much."
"You had your chance, you couldn't." Jake said smugly. "Neither of you could." He looked back at Sam.
"I won't make that mistake twice." Sam said firmly.
Jake smiled, and started chuckling.
"What are you smiling at, you little bitch?" Dean snapped.
Jake just looked over Dean's shoulder at Ellen. "Hey lady, do me a favor; put that gun to your head."
Ellen, her arms shaking, teeth ground together, obeyed. Jake chuckled.
"See, that Ava girl was right. Once you give in to it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn." Jake chuckled.
"Yeah, and look how I turned out for her." I growled.
"Let her go." Sam ordered.
"Shoot him." Ellen said, her voice trembling and shaking.
"You'll be moping up skull before you can get a shot off." Jake taunted.
"One of us doesn't need a gun to kill." I said lowly. Bobby glanced at me.
Jake chuckled. "You act tough," he stated. "You don't have the stomach. He told me about you, you know." I raised an eyebrow at him. "You can't do it."
"You'd be surprised what you can do when you're properly motivated." I snapped.
"Everybody put your guns down." Jake ordered, then glanced at Ellen. "Except you, sweetheart."
Bobby's gun falls to the ground. Dean's follows. Sam reluctantly does the same. Jake stared me down. I frowned and let my gun drop. "Said it once and I'll say it again; I don't need a gun to kill you."
"We'll see." Jake says dismissively, then looks to the rest of our little group. "Thank you."
He turned on a heel and started doing something with the crypt. A shot rang out, and Dean and Bobby tackled Ellen to the ground, prying the gun out of her hands.
More shots came. One after another after another. I looked around frantically. After the first one, I'd thrown myself to the ground.
I looked up and saw Sam, his face twisted into a cold, snarled mask. Once Jake fell to the ground, Sam walked over to his body, and stood over it.
"Sam-" I started, but he fired his gun three more times.
I stood up quickly, shocked. "Sam…" I trailed off, just shocked. I'd never seen him do something so cold. Everyone looked at Sam in shock, before looking at the spinning wheel on the crypt, the one the Colt was sticking out of. When it stopped, the lines formed a devil's trap, and a loud click sounded.
"Oh no." Bobby said.
"What? What is it?" I asked.
"It's Hell." Bobby answered as Dean boldly stepped forward and yanked the Colt from the rattling door.
"Take cover! Now!" Bobby yelled. I ran towards the exit of the cemetery, planning to just get as far away as I could. Sam had other ideas. He grabbed me around my waist, and pulled used both to the ground behind a headstone. He landed on top of me. He wrapped his arms around my head and neck, tucking it into the crook of his neck.
I felt the shock wave first.
It was a massive, dark wave that seemed to vibrate and rattle around in me. I gasped, and my back arch, like it was in instinct to get it out of me.
"Nikki!" Sam yelled down at me as a dark cloud of hissing black smoke came from the crypt. I was gasping for air, trying to keep myself here. There was a strong pull, almost magnetic, that was trying to get me anywhere but here.
"What the hell just happened?" Dean yelled.
"That's a devil's gate, a damn door to Hell!" Ellen yelled. I don't know how I heard that, my body was shaking, and my eyes kept rolling back painfully in my head as my back arched up into Sam. I would have blushed if I hadn't been so scared. He kept yelling to me, trying to get me to snap out of it.
"C'mon! We got to shut that gate!" Ellen yelled.
"Nikki! Nik, just hang on!" Sam yelled before he got up off me.
I pinched my eye shut, and a scream ripped through me.
I could feel the dark, hot energy wrapping around me, surrounding me. It was grabbing onto deep, hidden parts of me I didn't even know existed. It pulled, stabbed, burned and twisted, causing me to scream in pain.
Thunder came, clapping loudly every time I screamed.
Then, it stopped.
I gasped, clutching my chest and greedily taking in air.
"There, that's better." I heard Yellow-Eyes say. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
I tried desperately to grasp onto my own energy, override the demon's, so to speak. But all I did was give myself a nosebleed and a headache.
I heard a gunshot. Seconds later, the pressure keeping me down and blocked left. I gasped, and shot up.
I looked around, and saw everyone looking towards me. I looked at them in confusion, then looked in front of me.
"Oh." I said quietly.
John Winchester was standing a few feet in front of me.
I stood up quickly. I stumbled back until I was leaning on a headstone. I still had my hands over my chest; it hurt.
John looked at me briefly, then walked towards Dean and Sam, both of whom were standing in shock.
John put a hand on Dean's shoulder. He didn't say anything, he just smiled. He looked at Sam, who was a few feet away. He smiled and gave a small nod, which made Sam's lips twitch up at the edges.
A tear went down John's cheek, and he took a few steps back.
A gold light started to shine around him, and I gasped softly.
The light morphed into two transparent bodies.
I could just make out their shapes as they stepped down from the light. One looked at me. The tiny strings of light made a face. I stared, mesmerized. The figure blinked at me, then put one hand on John's shoulder. The other did the same, and John started to flicker. The light-string figure that had looked at me before turned to look at me again. It blinked, and just as John dissipated into white smoke, it reached towards me.
I was cradling my left arm; Sam had landed hard on it when he pulled me down. Sam, Dean and I were standing over the body Yellow-Eyes had been inside.
"Well, check that of the to-do list." Dean said, smirking a little. I smiled a little, and looked across the body at Dean.
"He-He doesn't seem so scary now…" I said quietly. "Not sure why…Looks the same as he did when he was in my head 'n everything…" I looked up at Sam and Dean. Dean was still staring at the body. Sam just side stepped a little closer and put an arm around my shoulders. "I-I know it'd be worse for you guys, but…Not sure what I'm gonna be thinking about now." Sam squeezed my good shoulder and nodded.
He looked up at his brother. "You did it." Sam said, a smile threatening to break out on his face.
"I didn't do it alone." Dean said, looking back at the body.
"Do you think dad really…" Sam trailed off. "Do you think he really climbed out of Hell?" Sam asked.
"The door was open." Dean reasoned, looking back at Bobby and Ellen. "If anyone's stubborn enough to do it, it would be him." The brothers shared a look and almost smiled.
"Where do you think he is now?" Sam asked.
"I don't know." Dean admitted.
"Heaven." I said, still staring at the body. I peeked up and saw Sam and Dean looking at me doubtfully. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "Didn't you see it?" I asked. They're looks didn't change. I shrugged. "Just…Trust me, ok?" I asked, looking back at them. They stared at me for a moment or two more, then looked at the body again.
"Our whole lives, everything…" Sam trailed off. "Everything has been prepping for this, and now I…" He trailed off again. He laughed once. "I kind of don't know what to say."
"I do." Dean said. He knelt down by the head of the corpse, and glared into its dead eyes. "That was for our mom…You son of a bitch."
"Ow!" I yelped as Sam gently touched my shoulder. "See, this is all your fault; you're huge body landed on me." I said, batting Sam's hand away from my shoulder as we walked to the Impala. He rolled his eyes and followed me.
"You know, when Jake saw me…It was like he was seeing a ghost." Sam said to Dean. Dean shut his door and stared at Sam as he kept talking.
"I mean, Hell, you heard him, Dean. He said he killed me." Sam said, his gaze drifting to me.
"I'm glad he was wrong." Dean said simply.
"I don't think he was, Dean." Sam said sharply, staring at Dean. He abruptly turned and looked at me. "Nik, what happened after I was stabbed?"
Taken back, I swallowed deeply before answering. "You-You already know." I said quietly.
"Not everything." Sam insisted.
I opened and closed my mouth a few times before I spoke. "Sam, we just killed Yellow-Eyes. Can't-Can't we just…go get a beer? Or-Or something? Can't we not talk about this now?"
Sam blinked a few times, before standing up and walking closer to me. He had his hands in his pockets, and he hunched forward to look me in the eye. His kaleidoscope eyes were glassy.
"Nikki." He said softly. "Did I die?" He asked me.
I looked up at him, and sniffed. I felt tears gather in my eyes. "You're-You're alive now…That's what matters." I said, my voice warbling.
"Nikki…" Sam pressed, his voice getting a little harsher.
"Don't make me answer that." I begged. "Please-Don't-Don't make me answer that!"
"Nik, did you sell your soul to bring me back?" Sam asked seriously, walking closer to me.
"Sam-!" I half-sobbed, wiping tears away with my good hand.
"Tell me you didn't do something that stupid, Nikki!" Sam kept pushing.
"No-" I said, I tried to look away, even walk away, but Sam grabbed my shoulders and kept me from moving. Pain shot through my arm, and it made me let out a little cry.
"Tell me you didn't, Nikki!" Sam said, more forcefully.
"Sam-!" I full-on cried, my face crumpling as my head lolled forward towards him.
"Nikki-Don't lie tome!" Sam practically yelled at me. I let out another choking sob, not only from what Sam was saying, but from how tight his grip on my shoulders had gotten.
"Hey, ley off 'er man!" Dean cut in, taking Sam's hands off my shoulders. I cradled my hurt arm and sniffed, wiping my cheeks with my sleeve as I took a step towards Dean.
I looked up and saw the two brothers having one of those telepathic conversations of theirs.
"Sam…" Dean trailed off, shaking his head and chuckling.
Sam looked down, and in a broken voice asked "How long do you get?"
Dean took a second to answer. "One year." Sam nodded, blinking rabidly so tears didn't fall. "I got one year." Dean continued.
"You shouldn't have done that." Sam said, still shaking his head. "How could you do that?"
"Don't get mad at me." Dean said flatly. "Don't do that. I had to. I had to look out for you. That's my job."
"What do you think my job is?" Sam asked. "You saved my life over and over. I mean, you sacrifice everything for me. Don't you think I'd do the same for you? You're my big brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.
"And I don't care what it takes. I'm gonna get you out of this." Sam vowed. "Right?" He glanced at me. I nodded furiously, still wiping tears away. Sam smiled a little, then looked back at Dean. "Guess I got to save your ass for a change."
Dean was fighting a smile. "Yeah." He said quietly.
"Well, Yellow-Eyed Demon might be dead, but a lot more got through that gate." Ellen said when she walked up with Bobby.
"How many, you think?" Dean asked.
"100, maybe 200." Sam said.
"It's an army." I sighed, clearing my throat after to get rid of the thick feeling. "He unleashed an army."
Bobby sighed. "Hope to Hell you're ready. 'Cause the war has just begun."
I saw a smirk fight at the corner of Dean's mouth. "Well then…" he trailed off, smiling at Sam. He went to the trunk, and tossed the Colt in it.
"We got work to do."
A/N: A sneak peak at what's coming next...
I woke up slowly. I let out a content sigh, but it turned into a groan when I heard a persistent tapping noise. I sat up, pushing my hair out of my eyes. I was laying on the sofa at Bobby's, and Dean was sitting across from me on the coffee table, his fingers tapping on the table. Normally, I wouldn't be this annoyed, but in the three days since the cemetery, this was the first time I was getting some good sleep.
"What?" I croaked, squirming under his intense glare. He threw the jar at me. I barely caught it. "Hey!" I yelped.
"What the Hell?" He asked me, looking like he was irritated and pissed off.
"What? I just woke up! I couldn't have pissed you off so bad yet!" I complained, sitting up and pulling my curls into a ponytail.
Dean shoved a notebook paper in my face. I frowned, and looked at it. "Gwendolyn's fall-out-of-love cocktail." I said, then shrugged. "So?" I asked, crumpling the paper up into a ball. Dean just raised an eyebrow at me.
"So, did you make it?" Dean asked simply.
I shrugged. "You do realize, that if I did, I'd have no idea, right?" I said as I got up.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, that's how it works. If erases all feelings you had for someone, you'd only take that if you had feelings for someone, thus, you wouldn't remember taking it." I explained, then stopped and turned towards him.
"Who do you think I kicked out of my heart?" I asked curiously.
I know I'm a mean mean person leaving it like this.
But I really don't care right now. I had a hard day.
;)
~Christianne