(1) The Devil's Hybrid (D. Winchester)

Chapter Two

Erika sighs closing her car door, she'd gotten a call from the hospital telling her that Pamela was admitted, and being the psychic's emergency contact , she'll be having words with them boys about putting her friend in harms way, she stalks towards the hospital pulling her jacket around herself.

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Erika moves to the nurses station and smile sweetly at the nurse behind it.

"Hi" she greets. "Pamela Barnes?" she asks, the nurse smiles back and points down the hall.

"Room 315" the nurse answers, Erika smiles in thanks before walking down the hall, Bobby stands from his seat outside of Pamela's room.

"Erika" he greets.

"Let me guess....." she starts. "It was an accident?" she asks, Bobby clears his throat.

"She tried to contact the being that brought Dean back" he explains.

"And? Did you get your answers?" she asks crossing her arms over her chest.

"A name" Bobby answers. Erika moves to look into Pamela's room, her friend hooked up to several machines, she sighs and shakes her head. "Castiel" Erika raises an eyebrow.

"Castiel?" she asks. "And what is that? What is he?" she looks to Bobby. Her mind working, listing, ticking off beings, creatures, monsters that can walk into hell and pull out a soul, she's not even sure it's even possible, except she is, Dean Winchester was stood in front of her. She could smell him, hear his heartbeat, so it's not a trick and she trusts that hunter will do all the checks to be sure when someone returns from the dead, so he really is back, but what has that sort of juice, that sort of wellie. A witch? Possible, they'd have to be incredibly powerful and that power would likely kill them in return.

"We don't know" Bobby answers. "But it...he is powerful enough to burn out Pamela's eyes" Erika nods and purses her lips, a mystery, she hates mysteries.

"Speaking of Pamela" Erika states. "I should go sit with her" Bobby hands Erika a sliver of paper.

"Here" he offers, she looks to him and then the paper. "If anything changes, call me...." Erika takes the paper.

"Sure, love" she offers and then walks into the room. Bobby leaves. Erika sighs looking over her friend. "Oh Pam" Erika states moving to her bedside and dropping into the seat and taking her hand. Erik then looks to the blood bag hanging up on the stand, Erika grabs the topper off of it and a needle from the side before rolling up her sleeve and inserting the needle into her arm, she attaches the topper to it and her blood filters down the tube and into Pamela. "There....probably won't bring your eyes back but....it should help you feel better" Erika sighs. "Sorry I dragged you into this, love" she whispers leaning back in the seat and crossing one leg over the other. She grabs a magazine from the side and opens it on her lap. "Oooo Madonna's turned 50...and she does not bare it well" Erika reads turning the magazine and cocking her head. "Not well at all" she cringes. "It's like....medieval mutton dressed as 21st century lamb" she teases, Pamela groans, Erika removes the needle from her arm and sets it back in the blood bag, she stands and leans over Pamela. "Pam" she states. "It's Rikki" Erika strokes her hair. "You're going to be all right, love" Pamela grabs hold of her hand. "It's all right" Erika clasps her hand back. "Let me get your doctor" she kisses Pamela's hand and then hurries out the room.

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"It's a miracle you are awake right now" Pamela's doctor explains, Erika smirks.

"You hear that, Pam" She teases. "A miracle" Pamela smirks.

"Thank you, doctor" Pamela tells him, he nods and leaves, Pamela turns her head to Erika. "Thank you, Rikki"

"Awww....well" Erika teases. "What are friends for"

"Sharing blood, apparently" Pamela mumbles. "Plus that tongue thing you like" Erica smirks.

"And that hand thing you like" Erika counters, Pamela chuckles lightly and then hangs her head. "Pam" Erika whispers.

"It's going to take some getting used to" Pamela admits. "Not getting to see your smokin' body ever again" Erika chuckles a little and squeezes Pamela's hand. Erika knows she's joking to make it all better, to help herself through it, and if that is what she needs, then Erika will help her through it, they've been friends long enough, since Pamela was a 16 year old out of her depth in the supernatural world. It had been Erika that eased her in, taught her everything she knows about what is out there, a thousand years of knowledge and she'd passed it onto Pamela. Plus having a psychic onside is always a benefit. She knows value when she sees it. Pamela is very very valuable. Erika leans back in her seat and looks out the room window.

"You know...whilst I'm here" she smirks. "I might as well grab a bite" Pamela snorts and Erika stands.

"The Originals and their puns" Pamela teases, Erika chuckles grabbing her jacket.

"I'll come back in a bit" Erika tells her and kisses her cheek. "I won't be long"

"Bring me chocolate!" Pamela shouts as Erika leave, the vampire chuckling and heading away from her friends room.

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Pamela lifts her head turning it to the door as Erika returns running her thumb across her lips removing a trace of blood.

"How was he?" she asks, Erika smirks.

"Delicious" she purrs licking her lips. Pamela shakes her head. "He's a coma patient it's probably the most fun he's had in years" Erika drops into her chair and crosses one leg over the other, Pamela raises an eyebrow. "It was a blood bag" Erika corrects. "They make it too easy now a days, all these coma patients lying around, blood banks....drunks, junkies...."

"The human race isn't that bad" Pamela argues turning her head to the vampire. "A thousand years and you've never seen anything in humanity worth while?" Pamela asks.

"Literature" Erika answers. "The humans know how to write a good story" Pamela, even without her eyes, shoots her a look. Erika stands. "I'll check in on you tomorrow"

"Don't be like that" Pamela complains. "As soon as I bring up Samael you run a mile" Erika looks to her.

"You and I both know that he is a weak spot in my spotless millennium....." Erika turns back to her. "That he is the only man I have and will ever love" Erika clears her throat and straightens her jacket. "Tomorrow, Pam" she offers.

"You better bring me decent chocolate" she accuses waving the cheap chocolate bar at Erika, the vampire nods.

"Of course" she agrees. "Get some rest" she tells her friend before leaving, the door closing behind her, Erika rests her head back against the door. Samael is a sore point for Erika, a man, not just any man an angel, she loved back before she was a vampire, back when she was just a teen, he was the first person she ever loved, and the last, they say there is always something about the first that stays with you. Erika pushes away from the door and walks away.

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Erika sets a fresh bottle of rum into the dispenser behind the bar, behind her leaning on the bar top is, and she knows this, a hallucination or a ghost of Samael, she's never been able to figure it out, either way she does not care, she gets to see him again. He hums along with the tune on the jukebox as he watches her set up the bar. This is the time of day he usually appears, when her mind is idle and she is alone.

"How's Pamela?" he asks, she glances to him before grabbing a tray of clean glasses. He follows her as she moves to put them under the bar.

"She's fine" Erika answers. "Or she will be....eventually"

"It's not your fault" Samael tells her, Erika shrugs.

"It is" she corrects setting the drip mats onto the bar. "I sent them in her direction....who else is to blame?" she asks, he shrugs and moves closer to her. He touches her shoulder and she sighs a little turning to him.

"The creature that did it" he corrects raising an eyebrow at her. "So why not figure it out? Get some good ole fashioned revenge? You're a Mikaelson, Eri....be scary and vengeful...." she smirks a little. He strokes her cheek, Erika closes her eyes and leans into it, taking a breath.

"If you have an input..." she starts and looks to Samael, he's gone, she sighs sadly and nods. "All right then" she grabs her keys from the side and moves to unlock the doors.