30-year-old Nicole Rose Watson is an extraordinarily smart girl in her first couple years in college. But one day the Winchesters come and ruin her life forever. Nicole gets stuck with the Winchesters as her life changes, theirs does, and somehow lo...
Apparently the place where the white room was is in a secret location in an 'abandoned' bunker. At first, the bunker didn't seem like much at first. It was just a wall with a door inside of a hill. It reminded me of a hobbit hole. I don't know where I am but the bunker was over a day's drive away. The car we were in was a 1967 Chevrolet Impala. It is painted pitch black. It was the type of car where if you saw it you would lock your doors. The interior was a light brown leather. I could see an army guy jammed into the ashtray. It looked ancient, as if it had been there forever. Whenever we turned on the heat, I could hear something rattling in the vents, it sounded like legos. Through a little tear on side of the door, I could see four letters scratched. S.W. and D.W., Sam and Dean W. There was something special about this car, it felt like something extraordinary was connected to this car. I guess I will have to find out what.
The bunker was beautiful on the inside, you know once they had to let me out of the sigil guarding the front door. I felt like I was a little kid getting let out of a car that has the child's lock on. I trudges down the stairs with my head hanging down. I feel my cheeks blush red... why does my embarrassing moment have to be in front of the one human being I have a crush on? I followed the trio to a main room. It was beautiful inside. There was white marble pillars, mahogany wood floors, book shelves lined with thousands of books lined up neatly [at least I won't be bored], oak tables and chairs meant to hold many people held green reading lamps.
"Come on, we need to u-uh go to bed." Dean seems unusually shifty, but I don't care anymore. I have lost everything, I have been humiliated, and to top it all off my overall day has been just craptastic. My feelings must have shown because Sam leaned over and whispered, " It is okay you will be fine." I could tell he was lying but it comforted me a little that he cared.
"Sup bishes?" I look up and a girl with short flaming red hair smiled as she walked into the room. She was wearing light red plaid paired with a soft lavender pair of skinny jeans. "Who's your friend?" Her tone sounded almost flirtatious.
"Sorry Charlie but right now she is our problem not your girlfriend." Dean says rather cold.
I feel my cheeks light up like a Christmas tree. Although I can agree with him, after I lost my mom to skin cancer I fell into depression at only eight years old. I saw her die slowly. My mom, who was supposed to always be there for me. I saw waste away until there wasn't anything left. After that I always thought of myself as a waste of space. I wasn't even supposed to be born. My parents had me before they were married in high school. I was a mistake. I feel my nose tingle but choke my tears back, not wanting to give a bad impression to the newest people in my life.
"Shh you have to be nice to this one." Charlie looks briefly at me and gives me a wink. If my cheeks could get any brighter, they would be now.
"She is a demon. We don't know how but she is and if we can't fix her then we will have-."
"SHUT UP CAS!!" Dean interrupts. "You don't need to be so blatant."
"Like you sugarcoated it anymore."
They kept on going back and forth at each other. I look at Charlie and Sam, I can tell they feel as awkward about this as I do. I am just ready to go to bed at this point. I look at my phone. 22:57. This doesn't make me happy. I know this should be the least of my problems but I can't help be upset that I should have been in bed an hour and 57 minutes ago for school. I guess nobody has school tomorrow considering the school on fire. Huh, if someone had told me that I would have been laughing that my school had caught fire, I would have thought that I would have been with the Doctor or Sherlock and John. Well this is pretty close.
I walk over to Sam and Charlie as quietly as possible. "Are they always this adorable together?" I hope my question isn't too weird. It is funny how you say something in your head and it sounds totally fine. What up Doctor Who reference!! Sam puts his head down and chuckles while Charlie puts her hand over her mouth to try to hide her giggles.
"You have no idea."
I wish I could say that the day/night got better from there, but I don't like to lie. Sam went to his room with a chuckle still in his throat while Dean, Charlie, and Cas took me to a different room in the bunker, a darker one. Dean moved a metal bookcases to reveal another devil's trap with chains inside my pitch black surroundings. Charlie had to turn away, I don't think she could bare to see this. This made me realize the severity of the situation, but how was I a demon?
I sat a on a cold metal chair. I couldn't make eye contact with any of the people in front of me as they chained my neck, hands, and feet to the chair. My eyes start tingling again, this time tears cloud my vision and cascade down my cheeks. I got good at silent crying. It helps me pass it off as allergies or sometimes people don't notice, but Cas did.
"It will be all right, don't you worry" Cas says as I feel a hand on my shoulder.
A small yelp escapes my lips. This time, Cas didn't notice. I could sense that he wasn't human. He definitely wasn't a demon, or he would have been caught in the trap as I was. I don't think he is an angel either. He looked human. Maybe a tax accountant? Angels had wings and helped people. He sure was not helping me. Whatever he was, he caused my skin to tingle and burn.
As everyone left me, they closed the book cases and I was alone with my thoughts in the pitch blackness of the room. Or so I thought.
So sorry to those who want to figure out how Nicole is a demon early on I am saving that for later *insert devilish face here* but I drew a rough sketch of what I have the cover is. What do you think of it? So just letting you know right now I am wearing a hoodie over my TARDIS shirt whilst crying about watching the movie the boy in the striped pajamas after having to read the book in class. So in order to make myself feel better, I would like some nice Destiel fluff stories where everything is happy so I can have something to boost my feels. Okay byeeee...
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