I'm slacking. I know. Sorry. I promise the next few chapters are a little better.

Part one of two to be posted today.

~Christianne

Nikki POV

We got motel rooms in Pontiac and left the next morning for a job the boys had.

A woman, Janet Dutton, died a few days ago. Posing as investigators from the CDC, Sam and Dean interviewed Paul (her husband) and searched the house. Sam and I flipped a coin to see who would be Dean's 'partner.' I'm still not sure if I was happy or sad I lost. Dean thought Paul was lying about something, and Sam found a hex bag hidden in the bathroom, indicating a witch was involved. Dean spent the car ride to the motel making bad witch jokes.

That night a woman, Amanda, cast a spell and Paul Dutton nearly dies while eating a burger that becomes infested with maggots. Sam, Dean and I saved his ass, well, I saved his ass; I found and burned the hex bag. When the spell (unexpectedly) ended, Amanda panicked, and was attacked by a mysterious force that slashes her wrists causing her to bleed to death. Paul admits he had an affair with Amanda, which he had ended the previous week against her wishes. We hightailed it to Amanda's, but she was already dead when we got there, and surrounded by the paraphernalia of witchcraft that even made me uncomfortable.

Some of Amanda's neighbors, meet under the guise of a book club, but it soon becomes apparent that they are practicing witchcraft.

The next day, we interviewed Tammi, Elisabeth, and Renee, while they don't learn much, Sam's research shows that a couple of the women have lately had a run of successes and windfalls. Sam suggested that they will have to kill the women as they are using dark magic and have murdered.

They were discussing various ways to proceed (I was half asleep in the back seat) when the Impala slowed down and several clunks came from the engine. I groaned and sat up. As I ran my fingers through my hair a few times, I looked out the windshield; there was a blonde, arms crossed in the middle of the road.

Sam got out of the car, Dean did too. I was a little groggy yet, so I did the same.

"Ruby." Sam said.

"Sam, listen to me. There's no time." The blonde, Ruby I'm guessing, said.

"What's she talking about?" I asked through a yawn. Sam didn't answer me, so I looked at Dean. "Who's she?"

"You have to get out of town." Ruby insisted.

"So…This is Ruby, huh?" Dean asked, sending his brother a look. Dean grabbed the Colt from his waistband and cocked it. "I've never had the pleasure."

"Hey, whoa, Dean," I said quickly, grabbing his shoulder, at the same time Sam voiced his exclamations.

"I was hoping you'd show up again." Dean said, shaking my hand off.

"Point that thing somewhere else." Ruby said coolly, glaring at Dean.

"Ha ha ha, right." Dean said sarcastically.

"What the hell is going on?" I snapped at Dean.

"She's a demon." He said simply.

I let Dean's shoulder go and cocked my hip.

"Sam, please, go." Ruby said, looking at the younger Winchester. "Get in the car and don't look back."

"Why?" Sam asked. "I-I don't understand."

"Ok, I may not know you like these two," I spoke up, gesturing between Sam and Dean. "But we can take care of a few witches. Thank you for worrying though." I added the last part with a sarcastic smile.

"I'm not talking about witches, bitch," Ruby snapped. I raised my brow and laughed once. She shot me a dirty look. "Witches are whores."

"Coming from the thing formed from fire and the pits of damnation," I responded calmly. "I think this is what people like to call ironic."

"I'm talking about who they serve," Ruby explained.

"Demons, right?" I asked, getting an odd look. "Yeah, kind'a figured that one out an hour or so ago. Where else would these housewives get that kind'a mojo—demons are giving it to them."

"Well, smartass, do you know there's one here now?" Ruby snapped at me.

"Seriously, what did I just say?" I asked, glancing at Sam and Dean. "They don't have the mojo to do this on their own, demons are giving it to them."

Ruby glared at me (I swear her eyes flashed black). "There's one here now." She said, like I hadn't spoken.

"Oh, what, that means you?" Dean asked, still holding the gun.

"I would have put one between her eyes already," I muttered to Dean.

"Sam," Ruby said, ignoring Dean and me. "It's knows you're in town, and it's gonna come after you, and its way more than you can handle."

"Aside from being the two best hunters in the lower-48, I'm the most powerful witch in recorded history—not to brag or anything." I put in, giving her a dirty look. She groaned, and took a controlled breath. Dean wasn't believing this; good. Sam?

"Sam, please tell me you're not listening to this crap?" I leaned towards him as I spoke, my hands on the hood of the Impala.

"Put a leash on your bitch, Sam, if you want to keep'er," Ruby snapped.

"Nikki," Sam said calmly. "Just…Just chill out."

My brows shot up again. "Chill out?" I repeated. "When I summoned Zack in Peshtigo you ripped me a new one and a half for getting' cozy with a demon! Now this one-" I jerked my head towards Ruby. "-says that a demon is too strong for you and you're telling me to chill out?"

"She's messing with your head!" Dean insisted. "God knows why—that's who they are!"

"I'm telling the truth!" Ruby snapped.

"And the sky is green." I added on sarcastically, crossing my arms.

"I'm sorry, why are you even in this conversation?" Ruby yelled at me, taking a step forward.

"Because they're my best friends, you black-eyed skank!" I yelled back, pushing Dean out of the way so I wasn't behind him anymore.

"Oh right, the friends you care about so much," Ruby said sarcastically. "So why is Dean damned while you're sittin' pretty?"

"Shut up!" Sam yelled, but I wasn't listening.

I threw a hand forward, palm out, fingers curled in slightly, and Ruby stopped talking.

"Nikki, stop it!" Sam insisted.

I pulled my fingers into a fist, making Ruby choke briefly, before I twisted the hand in the air. She fell to her knees and I walked towards her.

"Don't you dare assume I wouldn't trade places with him." I hissed lowly.

Ruby, in immense pain, managed to speak. "Let me try and save him."

I straightened out my fingers, and spun on a heel. "I'd shoot her." I told Dean.

"Good enough for me," Dean said, aiming the gun.

"Dean no!" Sam yelled, grabbing his brother's arm just as the shot went off. The brothers struggled briefly for the gun, looking oddly liked toddlers fighting over a toy. I tried to break them up, but it was a lost cause.

"Hey!" I yelled, making them look at me. "The skank is gone!" I threw my arm towards the now empty road.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I asked Sam, ignoring his Dean let the motel door slam in my face.

"What?" Sam asked, turning to look at me. "What the hell was I thinking?"

"She's a demon, Sam!" I yelled, getting on my tip-toes so I could yell in his face. "Last time I checked, you two told me to send those abominations back to Hell!"

"They want us dead. We want them dead." Dean yelled. I was happy he was on my side this time.

"Oh, that's funny. I remember that demon chick in Ohio—you didn't want her dead!" Sam yelled back.

"Well she wasn't stringing me along like a fish on a hook." Dean snapped back.

"No one's stringing me along!" Sam yelled back. Dean gave him a look. "Look, I know it's dangerous—that she is dangerous—but like it or not, she's useful."

"Dangero—Sam, I'm 'dangerous'!" I yelled at him. "She-She's evil!"

"We kill her before she kills us." Dean yelled over me.

"Kill her with what, Dean? The gun she fixed for us?" Sam asked flatly.

"Whatever works." Dean said with a shrug.

"If she wants us dead, all she has to do is stop saving our lives." Sam pointed out.

"Saving your-What the hell has this bitch done for you?" I snapped, looking between the two, but mostly at Sam.

"I have more power and more skill than any demon whore you can find. I am a good enough reason to put a bullet between her eyes." I half-yelled at him. "I have risked my life for you, Sam, so my word should hold some weight." I paused briefly before taking a step closer to him.

"Kill the demon, and move on." I yelled at him.

"She can help Nikki!" Sam yelled back. "She's trying to help me keep Dean from going to Hell!"

"No, Sam, that's what I'm doing! I'm calling voodoo priest in New Orleans, I'm writing letters to Wiccans in all four corners of the world! What's Ruby doing? Huh? Has she told you what's she's doing?" I asked, cocking my hip.

"I know you're doing your best," Sam said, trying to remain calm. "Sorry if I want more than one option!"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Alright, fine," I snapped, crossing my arms. "Ditch the demon bitch, or you can handle the witches here without me."

"Wait—What?" Dean asked, speaking for the first time in a while.

I was staring Sam in the eye, completely calm. "The only reason I can think of that you're in cahoots with Ruby, is that you don't think I know what I'm doing. I'm skilled, smart and pissed off, so look me in the eye and tell me that you know I know what I'm doing."

Dena seemed to look between Sam and me, waiting to see who'd speak first. Sam's mouth opened to say something, but it shut right after. His features morphed into one of pity.

I laughed once and headed for my bag. "I cannot believe you Sam!"

"Seriously? You're leaving?" He half-yelled. "How many times have you done that?"

"At least three, soon to be four." I said, throwing a shirt in my bag before I zipped it up and slung it over my shoulder.

At the door, I pointed at Sam. "Until you apologize, don't call me."

I looked at Dean. "You can call me."