Alright guys, I finally made my new Instagram for fanfic post and stuff. It'd be really awesome if you guys could follow me and like my posts. At the moment there is a pic for the cover of a ziall story I'm working on, but there will be more later. And im really sorry that almost all of it is One Direction, but I plan in posting more Supernatural at the start of Season 11. Enjoy!
Nikki has been hunting with the Winchester Brothers for a few years now and has gotten to know them and think of them as family. She even married Dean after dating for two years and could't be happier. Well she could. See the thing is Dean's been missing for a while.......
Two years after the wedding, to be exact. Right after he was killed by Metatron. With the Mark of Kane still etched into his skin like an ugly scar. Sam and her looked everywhere for him. All his local hangouts, past relationships and friendships, even tried tracking his old cell. They didn't leave not one stone unturned, but no matter where they looked they came up with nothing. The lack of results was building up stress and tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
"Would you just sit down and think for a moment!?" Sam wasn't yelling, but you could hear the edge in his voice. And the fatigue. He was tired. It was understandable really, he hadn't had a decent night's sleep in almost a year.
"We've thought about this for almost a year now. He's all I think about. That is the whole point of this bloody plan."
She spat, angry at that the fact that Sam was even questioning her decision. Pleading with anything watching to come down and snap Nikki out of whatever she was thinking.
"Dean wouldn't want you making deals with the devil just to get him back. He'd want us to live our lives! This is fucking stupid! You can't just go out and do whatever you want anymore. And we both know why."
Of course you did. How could she forget? Dimitri was upstairs sleeping soundly in his bed with Deans old necklace around his neck. Along with the obvious devil traps and sigils hidden in his room where he wouldn't mess with them.
For someone her size she found surprisingly easy to shove the taller lad against the wall. Radiating anger from every fiber of her being. All she wanted was Dean back and Sam didn't seem to give two shits. What the hell was wrong with him?
"If you don't want to help, fine. But you better stay out of my Damn way."
"I didn't say I wasn't going to help you..." he grumbled looking to the sky as if to question the intelligence of your actions
You let him go and resumed packing the necessary items. Hands were shaky as the grabbed the demon blade and you had to throw into the bag and take a deep, calming breathe. It wasn't just herself that she was worried, it was the fact that she couldn't sleep at night knowing her was out there. Calling out to her and the son he didn't know about. And it kills her every time she looks at him and only sees Dean. No, he needed to be here. And she was determined to bring him back. With or without help.
"What about Mitri?" Sam asked shrugging on a coat.
"We'll just have to bring him with us."
"Seriously?"
