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~The Soul Vessel

Note: The stories before 'Losing You' have been previously posted on my one shot book on my main account (luciferspinkwings ) and seeing as they're Nickifer, I've decided to upload them in the Great Book of Nickifer as well.

Summary: Where Nick has somewhat patched up his life and all seems to be going well, but then everything takes a turn for the worst.

Triggers: angst, gore, death

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Nick had no idea just what exactly brought him to this place.

After Lucifer has left him to possess Sam Winchester, his true vessel, Nick was left behind to die. Lucifer has been all keeping him alive. And he did die... but in ways beyond his understanding, he was brought back. He remembered running out of a motel room one night as the rain was pouring down, covering his own tears, as he repeatedly screaming Lucifer's name until his throat was raw and sore.

Lucifer did not appear nor answer his calls... but they did find him. A gang of bikers. That night, Nick thought he was going to die, that those rough-looking men were going to kill him, but incredibly, they helped him and welcomed him as part of their gang.

He had learned so much about bikes and they helped him to get his own. They taught him to ride, and when he was ready, they took him to night races.

A tear rolled down his cheek and he lifted up his leather-covered hand to wipe it away before he took a hold of the wheel once again.

The sleek red bike which was his own roared to life and the man gazed ahead, his icy blue eyes focused on the horizon. A second bike roared next to his own. A strongly built man sat atop of it; his head shaved bald and the tattoo of a roaring dragon on his bald head. His name was Chains, Nick knew, and he was part of another bike gang. He also knew that the large man already had some beers, giving Nick an advantage.

The two of them were at a night race and many people had gathered around them, the strong smell of beer was in the air and they were cheering loudly as they tried to get even closer to see the race clearly.

Again, Nick had no idea just what got him here; in the middle of the night, about to have a race with a bike gang while riding a bike himself. If Sarah could see me like this she would be so disappointed, he thought bitterly, pushing it down quickly. He did not want to let down his new family by losing the race. Get a grip on yourself, Nick. Sarah nor Lucifer is ever going to come back, he thought with a hollow feeling in his chest. He has felt that way ever since his wife died, Lucifer had temporarily filled up the hole but by leaving left an even greater hole behind. His new family of bikers has patched it up a bit here and there, but Nick knew that he was beyond saving.

A girl stood before the roaring bikes, her stomach bare and she was holding a bandana up in the air. The bandana went down and Nick shot ahead in one fluid movement, the engine roaring in his ears as a feral grin formed on his face. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and the wind blew in his face.

That was Nick's specialty, a quick and unexpected start. But Chains was good too, and he had a big and fast bike. But still, he tried to keep his advantage and lowered himself slightly on his bike to go even faster. He could see Chains getting closer and closer and he was riding on his top speed and couldn't go any faster. But it had to be enough. It had to.

Chains caught up with him and not only that, he attacked Nick, hitting out with his fist and repeatedly hitting his shoulder which was only covered by a leather jacket and the plain shirt he wore underneath. "Hey, quit it!" Nick called out through the howling wind, trying to keep his balance, but the moment Chains actually hit him with his leg, both lost it.