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Summary: Nicole 'Nikki' Williams tried her best to bury her past, but what happens when something jeopardises that? What happens when she is forced to become everything she once hated? Will she change for the better or will she turn back into that person once more? Because they all say the road to revenge is a dangerous one. Just how dangerous is it?
Word Count: 2023
Warnings: None.
Family don’t end in blood; but it doesn’t start there either.
Family cares for you.
Not what you can do for them.
Family is there, for the good, the bad, all of it.
They got your back.
Even when it hurts.
That’s family.
I jolted awake, feeling the body next to mine sweaty and thrashing about, words laced thick with a mix of sleep and panic left the lips of the person I care so deeply about and I felt powerless because I couldn’t help. Pulling back the covers my dainty hands worked hard trying to get a hand free from the clutched covers – I knew it was dangerous trying to interfere with a night terror but they were getting more frequent and longer each time as the nights passed on, what were a few minutes now lasted almost an hour maybe more. It was at that moment Sam had burst into our room like he had done times before in order to try and comfort his brother and myself, he always had the same look on his face, his eyes filled with panic and pain as he saw what was happening to his brother and again powerless to help. All we could do was be there for Dean but at night he was vulnerable but during the day he became recluse and defensive always looking for a distraction whether that be a case, alcohol or sex.
“Dean? I need you to wake up.” I said softly but just loud enough in hopes for him to hear.
“Dean.” Sam said, still stood in the hallway illuminated by the lights in the bunker.
Dean continued to thrash his body about the bed, sweat beaded from his forehead and slid down on his pillow, his grip slightly loosened on the clutched covers but immediately latched onto my wrist squeezing tightly, it felt like my wrist could snap at any given moment, the sheer pure strength that Dean had for his fight instincts were frightening as I felt my entire body being pulled towards him. Wincing at the pain Sam had rushed over sitting on the edge of the bed and offered me his hand to balance out the pain, to which I gladly took, I gave a weak smile in an attempt to try and calm the younger Winchester. But it was getting too much and I felt tears well up in my eyes and slip down my face and bounce onto the mattress.
“Dean, please I need you to wake up.” I said with a whimper.
Somehow my prayers were answered and Dean bolted awake and looked around he noticed both me and Sam, he took a shaky breath and ran a large hand through his hair. He then noticed his iron grip on my wrist and let go so quickly like he had touched something hot.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled and turned away the look of shame and guilt riddled his features.
“It’s ok.” I replied softly to him trying to reach out to comfort him, but Dean turned away ashamed. Sam placed an innocent kiss to the top of my forehead and brushed the strands of hair covering my face, then got up and made his way to his older brother and gave him a hug, using my index finger I wiped the stray tears that had stained my face and then rubbed my wrist to try and soothe the angry pain that had been flowing throughout, in a matter of moments while in complete silence Sam had left the room closing the door, the click and the sound of mine and Dean’s combined breathing filled the room.
Letting out a sigh Dean asked “I did it again, didn’t I?” breaking the silence still looking anywhere but at me because he was too embarrassed of what he had done.
“It wasn’t as bad this time Dean.” I replied softly trying to sound hopeful.
“Nikki, I hurt you again.” He admitted angrily a hand shooting up to cover his face. I let out a small sigh, I knew he was hurting, I knew he was guilty for what he had just done and for his actions in the past but it didn’t change how I felt about him. I still loved him for everything that he is. I inched ever closer and gently put my arms around him and rested my head on his back even though his navy blue t-shirt was drenched in sweat and clung to him like it was a second skin.
Dean Winchester was a man to whom he was marked with a curse and we as a family had no idea how to get rid of it.
We sat together for a few minutes until I registered that his breathing was getting calmer, when I felt he was at a point I shuffled around once more so I could see his face, his eyes were red at the point of bursting into tears. “Hey, listen to me. I’m fine. I’m ok.” I said to reassure him using his hands to touch different parts of my body as a sign to him that I was not fragile like he thought in his dream state.
“What if next time I don’t wake up? What if next time it’s your throat and not your wrists?” Dean asked, sounding panicked. “It won’t come to that Dean.” I replied to him placing my hand on his cheek.
“But what if it does?” He asked again, his breathing had intensified once more.
“Then we deal with it.” Rubbing my thumb on his cheek.
“You could do so much better.” Dean mumbled a moment later.
“I could. But I won’t. I want you Dean Winchester and only you.” I told him, planting a kiss to his cheek.
In the morning I woke up to an empty bed, letting out a grumble as I was never a morning person, I stretched around under the sheets, I finally got up and out of bed. Running my hand through my thick brown hair, tugging through a few knots and then proceeding to rub the sleep from my eyes I made my way to the kitchen as the smell of bacon wafted through my nostrils. Padding through the hallway I noticed that Sam was still asleep not like I blamed him the past few weeks had been tough on all of us, Dean was frustrated with his actions and his sleepless nights, Sam had been disappearing throughout the day and it confused both me and Dean but we had assumed it was down to a new lady friend Sam was yet to introduce to us. I was tired of looking through countless lore books to find ultimately nothing. As I made it into the kitchen I saw Dean plate up some bacon.
“Now that is a sight I never get tired of seeing.” Dean said with a cheeky smile eyeing me up and down. Chuckling at him and heading to where the caffeine was, I poured some of the delicious substance into two cups and made my way to the table sitting opposite Dean as he ate his mornings work.
“How did you sleep?” Dean asked sheepishly.
“Other than the fact I woke up to a cold and empty bed I slept ok, the bacon though makes up for the absence.” I replied playfully, reaching out to Dean’s hand pinching the half eaten piece of bacon from him.
“That was mine.” He said to me.
“What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is also mine, Winchester. You should know that by now. I teased. Dean leaned over and kissed me – hard. It felt like he had been starved and he relished in my touch, our mouths moulded together perfectly like they had done so many times before. I reluctantly broke the kiss due to lack of oxygen in my lungs. “We shouldn’t really do this here, we prepare food here.” I panted.
“Your right, let’s take this somewhere else.” Dean said leaping from his seat holding my hand.
Once again Dean used sex as a distraction.
A week later it was back to work looking for cases and flicking through files that were yet unread. Sam had gone out again which left me and Dean in the library, he had his feet up on the table with a whiskey glass in hand as he scrolled down on the laptop in front of him. Tossing the file I had just read into the cardboard box on the floor, I then proceeded to pick up another when the door to the bunker opened and closed and I looked up seeing Sam make his way down the spiral metal staircase. “That lady friend of yours is keeping you busy.” Dean mocked his little brother.
“Uh yeah.” Sam replied taking off down the hallway, noticing the odd behaviour I also got up from my seat. Dean looked up from the laptop shooting me a look. “I’ll be back in a minute.” I promised to Dean with a smile, he nodded his head and downed the remaining contents of his drink. I hurried to Sam’s room and softly knocked on the door and walked in closing it behind me.
“Yeah I’ll call you back.” Sam had said to the other person on the phone and then the call ended he then stuffed his phone into his jean pocket.
“Either that lady friend of yours is very, very demanding or you’re hiding something Samuel which is it?” I asked him taking a seat on the edge of his bed, Sam had propped himself up against the desk that was in his room, while he had his hands tucked underneath his armpits.
“Nikki it’s nothing.” Sam attempted, looking at me in my general direction.
“Sam I wasn’t born yesterday, you of all people should know that. Care to explain your absences, over the past few weeks?”
“Dean’s not getting any better Nik.” Sam interrupted.
“Don’t you think I know that? You look like hell Sam but you won’t get any sleep if you don’t make it to bed. What’s going on? Why are you just disappearing without warning?” I asked him, hoping he would give me an answer.
“I do that sometimes…”
“No Sam you don’t, after all the years I’ve known you. You just disappearing like you have been doing isn’t something you do.
“I’ve got people working on a cure for Dean.” He admitted. Tilting my head in confusion. “People? Like who?”
“Just people Nikki, I didn’t want to get your hopes up hence why I kept quiet.” Sam replied softly running one his large hands through his brown hair.
“There’s keeping quiet and then there’s keeping secrets Sam.” I snapped with a huff crossing my arms.
“You’re going to just have to trust me on this one Nik.” Sam said to me, sighing.
“We’re meant to be family Sam, I know whatever you’re doing is for Dean, you think it’s worth pushing everyone away for it. But don’t come to me when it blows up in your face.” I said angrily, getting to my feet and making a beeline for the door, I reached out for the handle and turned to look at him once more.
“Please don’t say anything.” Sam uttered a plea.
“This conversation isn’t over.”
After the conversation with Sam, I was pissed. We often confided in each other and the fact he kept this from me hurt. But if he was trying to help Dean and was not off getting laid I suppose I couldn’t be as angry as I wanted to be. I headed over to the kitchen, my need for any form of alcohol was needed. Beer? Whiskey? I’ll take whatever I could find. Opening the door to the fridge when my phone started to buzz in my pocket. I fished it out looking at the caller ID.
I let out another sigh which must have been my hundredth sigh of the day.
“This day just keeps getting better and better.” I said with sarcasm dripping from lips to the other person on the phone.
