One Freakin' Hangover (Bishop)

[Nichole Winchester]

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Nichole laid on the floor, completely passed out. Her body refuses to come to for anything, and she had been like that for most of the night. Well since she actually teleported the whole bar and the people inside to an area that was not defiantly the place it should have been in. For starters if someone were to be looking for it now, they would just find an empty lot where the building should have stood. And the news coverage of the sudden disappearance and reappearance of the bar was more likely than not helping with her staying low. She knew she had to keep the information that she wasn‘t a full human to herself and those she trusted to keep her secret, like Dean and Bishop.

The people that had been taken when she accidentally teleported the place began to stir from their shock. Some got very scared and rushed out of the place, others took out their phones and began to video tape what had happened. But the most disturbing reaction was the ones that cautiously approached her and began to poke her before blaming her for the sudden uprooting of the establishment. Calling her monster and she needed to be taken care of. Of course the blond half angel heard none of this, as she was still out cold splayed out on the floor. She didn‘t even know that she had created an angry mob as they gathered around her and began to kick her as hard as their drunken bodies would allow them to do.

This went on for a while, Nichole‘s body getting damaged from the angry group crowded around her. Thankfully she was unconscious, for if she wasn‘t she would have been in so much pain. It didn‘t look like the group was going to let up anytime soon, and the morning sunlight began to filter through some of the broken windows. Someone would have to stop them before too much damage was done to her, and perhaps get her out of there before news crews show up and attempt to get a story that was not meant for just anyone‘s ears.

TAGGED: Bishop WORD COUNT: 359 NOTES: She is out cold, and getting beat.

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i love brooklyn from caution !!!

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[Bishop]

Bishop was up and about after the whirlwind of sex that Ivy and himself just enjoyed. Several hours, Condoms, bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchens later he was now shirtless with a set of black, dark colored jeans and unlaced boots. Sitting in a chair that was in the room that his sleeping partner, and he were sharing at this time. Bishop was leaning forward in the chair fingers laced elbows on his knees his index fingers resting on his lips. If anyone entered the room would think he was just watching Ivy sleep their recent activity off, but if they looked closer they would have noticed the troubled look in his eye, his body language racked with guilty eating away at Bishop. Bishop let out a very heavy sigh as he leaned forward more and ran his hands over his head feeling his very low trimmed hair brush under his hands. Bishop mind was not on the women in the bed right now but on the women that he felt that he betrayed. The women that he ran into months back, and placed in a ring of holy fire, a women not that soon later he saved, and soon after that placed in dangers way at Crossroads Tn. He was talking about the half Angel Nichole Winchester, the Baby to the Winchester Family at this point and time. Even though the two were not going out or an item, he still had feelings for the young half angel, and earlier this night she had reappeared to him in a state of bewilderment he thought and all Bishop cared about was some action he might and did get with Ivy. Bishop shook his head as he slowly leaned back into the comforts of the armchair he was sitting in, one hand resting against the chair’s arms rest the other rubbing his chin. Bishop’s thoughts were on he had to see Nichole again and somehow make this right.


As Bishop’s mind was settling on his next line of actions something he didn’t expect happened very suddenly, without a word, the entry club and building and everything inside including Bishop and Ivy in the room teleported, but to Bishop it was a sensation that Bishop was not familiar to or recommend. Bishop was doubled over out of the chair in no time. His hands and knees on the hard wooden floor as his body and mind got over the shock it seemed of its first teleporting journey, but after a moment of collecting himself. Bishop was in storm of motion not thinking but just going through the motion of his training that for half of his life. Bishop had his choice of glock in hand a spare in his boots, a steel knife on one side of his hip the other bronze. He was by the window that was closed shut by curtains in the next heart beat peeking out the side with his Glock checking if they were on seized by a few hundred demons or so. After the whole Croats infection back at Crossroads; Bishop wasn’t putting anything past demons now and days.



All seemed normal; it was still night with dawn threating the sky in the distance, cars bustling about, everything seemed in order, but something was off. Something about the surroundings wasn’t right, then Bishop noticed it, they were nowhere in the city anymore. There were no familiar lights of the night that L.A. could provide, none of that. It seemed that they were in some field in a valley surrounded by mountains. “ What the Hell.” Bishop muttered letting the sentence drop as he heard a set of footsteps coming down the hall. He was at the side of the Door In two seconds before the door opened a crack and Bishop had lined himself on the wall with his Glock pointing at the man entering. It was Smith a Hunter that had recently came to Safe Haven to work for a bit as he had a bounty on his head at the moment. Some business with a skinwalker that he was hunting; which was common; when you hunted something that can turn into just about anything or anyone for that matter.


Bishop placed a finger on his lips nodding over to Ivy who had no stirred a wink since the abnormal event of the entire fucking building taking a trip to an unknown valley in hopefully in the U.S.. Smith backed out slowly with Bishop not too far behind. Bishop asked what Smith knew still having his gun trained on Smith. Right now it didn’t seem that the Man had changed at all, but you could never be too careful, but it seemed something’s were more important. Bishop noticed a few other people running down the hall leading to the stairs. “What’s happening?” Bishop asked keeping an eye on Smith but an ear out for his answer. “We about to have a Riot on our hands, the Club goers on the first floor are jumping an girl because they think she did it.” Bishop cursed under his breath and nodded to Smith to follow him as he took the lead quickly down the stairs two at a time and headed toward the crowd. The group had a bit of trouble getting through because some tried to rush outside of the club taking some of Bishop’s re-informant with them, but Bishop pushed through half of the crowd when he noticed a bloody Nichole on the ground, and a flame of rage and anger took hold of Bishop and for half a second he was just about to pull the trigger on a few of the bastards that were still kicking Nichole, but one of the Hunters grabbed his arm right before he leveled the gun to one of the fuckers heads. Bishop whirled around in a fit of rage to see who dared to stop him, but it was Crystal who worked at the bar with him shaking his head slowly. She herself had a gun in her hand and before Bishop could ask why she stopped him from blowing the fuckers head off. She raised it in the sky and fired a few rounds off. The crowd instantly fell to the ground and went for cover expect for Bishop’s company were left standing. Bishop didn’t waste time arguing but moved over to pick up Nichole in his arms as he put away his Glock. She was safe was all Bishop thought as he stood up and the flames of wraith washed away and replaced by relief. He felt someone grab his arm and pulled and Bishop turned not wanting to drop Nichole by struggling and saw it was one of the party goers that didn’t have enough. Bishop frowned angry and placed one firm boot on the party goers chest and Spartan kicked the attacker away. More started to rise with shouts of anger and fear, but Bishop’s company fired their guns once more above the party goers head this time and they all lowered and shivered in fear of being shot. Bishop nodded and gave order to keep the Party goers calm as he tended to Nichole upstairs.

It took Bishop about ten minutes to get Nichole into his own room on the second top floor of the club. He had her cleaned up from some of the spilt blood, bandaged and stitched a gash on her forehead and had her tucked in his personal king sized bed. He was now in yet another armchair sitting watching Nichole as he rested the same scene as before, but this time a different guilty and worries to deal with as he waits for his angel to wake.

[Nichole Winchester]

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Nichole didn’t feel all the feet brutally pummel her to a bloody mess of flesh and bones. Not even the sounds of gunshots made her stir from where ever her consciousness had retreated to. She didn’t feel a certain hunter reach down and pick her up. Nor did she feel the slight jostle of someone reaching out to stop her hunter from taking her to safety, or the fact that her hunter had kicked the attacker that wanted to continue to beat her away. More gunfire she did not hear, and more cowering she did not see. She didn’t feel her hunter take her upstairs, clean her up, bandage her, and then tuck her in his bed. Now if one were to look at her, it would seem that she was sleeping peacefully but that was the farthest from the truth.

In reality the blond half angel had actually momentarily lost control of her powers, overused it, and it put a strain on her body. She was currently so out of it, that the only indication that she was still alive was the slow rising and falling of her chest. After what seems like an eternity, she slowly began to stir toward consciousness. ”Gah! Did someone get that license plate of that semi that ran me over?” She mumbled as she moved her hand to her head in an attempt to ease the splitting headache that was starting to set in. Then she felt some stitches on her forehead, and her brow furrowed in confusion. She was just having some drinks, and then she just passed out. She had no idea what exactly happened, nor where she currently was. She attempted to sit up, but winced when a sharp pain bit into her from her side.

Nichole collapsed back down, and turned to look around her. Her eyes widened when they focused on a figure sitting in an armchair. She knew that figure, and her heart started to beat a bit wildly in her chest. ”Bishop, what happened? Where am I? And why do I feel that I went through meat grinder?” She asked, her voice sounding confused with a hint of fear. She tried to sit up again, and this time she bit back the pain the movement caused her. She wanted to sit up and look at her hunter better…

TAGGED: Bishop WORD COUNT: 392 NOTES: She has no idea what happened or what is going on…

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[Bishop]

Bishop hands were in covering his weary, worried, eyes when he heard the ruffling of the sheets in his bed. His head emerge from the nets of his fingers and watch his angel rise from her laying position, or in truth try. Bishop smiled and relief rolled off of him like crashing waves. He moved from his armchair that was positioned at the foot of the bed to next to Nichole, careful not to sit on Nichole and placed one hand on her shoulder.

“Whoa take it easy girl; it’s a good sign that your Winchester humor is still intact, that would defiantly tell us if you had any cardinal damages inside.” The joke was made to reassure both Bishop and Nichole that everything was okay, which Bishop didn’t know about Nichole but he needed at this moment.

“Just rest Nichole, those bastards really did a number on you, but it seems your angel healing is kicking in.” Bishop noted as he checked her faces at the dark bruises that were starting to fade and even the stitches he just a few moments earlier had placed on Nichole’s forehead.
“I think it might be the alcohol that might be hindering you’re healing from completing, but who can say. Your only half angel so maybe your powers go in and out at will.” Bishop muttered more to himself placing a kiss on Nicole’s forehead without missing a beat, like it was natural, like it was his right to, but it wasn’t. He froze afterward leaning back looking at first at Nichole’s forehead where his lips just parted with her flesh and then her eyes.

“Sorry I shouldn’t have, um let me get you some water.” Bishop quickly stood and walked over to a set of stairs that lead down to the floor level of his room. His room he had set up himself when building the club. They had knocked down several rooms’ walls and half of a floor up room as well; combining them into a decent size loft. Where the top floor was Bishop’s sleeping quarters with his king size bed, his flat screen TV that was plastered to his ceiling hanging but secured. His closet, a few laptops, another set of T.V. monitors that were linked with the cameras surrounding the building and inside and his mini arsenal sitting next to his bed in a half height black, melt drawer. Down stairs which Bishop was now was his free weight, treadmill, the rest of his arsenal, Bike parts, a mat where he could train with Abiel when he was in town, and his kitchen which was fully stocked. Bishop grabbed a cup and filled it with water and two drops of aspirin and headed back upstairs.

“I put two Aspirin in you water, for the pain.” Bishop informed Nichole, placing the water on the dresser next to the bed, and instead of seating back down in the bed with her. He took his original sit in his Armchair, at a distance like he should be from Nichole.

[Nichole Winchester]

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Nichole actually felt safe as she knew that her hunter would make sure she stayed that way. She however did frown slightly when he came over and tried to get her to stop attempting to sit up. She could tell he was nervous, and anxious about something. It was the way he moved, and the slight change in his voice that raised something in her mind. To her, he just didn’t seem to be her hunter. He seemed a bit off, and she began to wonder what was wrong. He told her to take it easy and said that since her Winchester humor was still intact, she was fine. She gave him a smile that told him she knew that something was bothering him.

He told her to rest, and then proceeded to check her injuries. She listened to his theory about her healing ability, and how either the alcohol was hindering it or it comes and goes. Then the unexpected happened, he leaned over and kissed her forehead. The two of them froze in place, or she did. Then when he pulled back, her eyes looked at his face as he looked first at where his lips touched her skin and then her eyes. She actually didn’t understand what was going on, but she knew that kiss was far from platonic. He was her hunter, that much she was certain. She trusted him, she knew somehow that he would keep her safe. Protect her. But she also knew that he wouldn’t be overzealous about it like Dean.

”Sorry I shouldn’t have, um let me get you some water.”

Nichole watched him shoot to his feet and retreated down the stairs she didn’t know was part of the décor of the place. As he left, she felt her arms wrap around herself. She ignored the slight pain it caused her, wondering what was wrong with her hunter. She barely took in the television secured to the ceiling above her, or the laptops and monitors. She barely saw the weapons next to his bed, as her eyes were lingering on the place that he disappeared from her view. He was gone for a few moments, and then returned with a glass of water. He told her that he had put some aspirin in it for the pain, and she took the glass with a weak and warily smile of thanks. She quickly downed the contents, and watched as he returned to his chair that he was in when she woke up.

She sat the glass down on the dresser near her, and then went back to hugging herself again. ”Bishop, what is wrong? Did I do something that I wasn’t suppose to?” She finally asked him, not sure if she did something to make him upset with her. She didn’t want him upset with her, she liked him. In what exact fashion, she hadn’t the slightest clue. Slowly she was starting to remember last night’s events, and then she remembered why she was in the area to being with. Her meeting with Sam in Crossroads still bothered her to no end, and she had shown up for some neutral company. But she had retreated because it seemed that her hunter was busy. So she went looking for company at the bottom of a scotch bottle…

TAGGED: Bishop WORD COUNT: 554 NOTES: What did she do?

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[Bishop]

Bishop was examining Nichole from afar, as she moved to see if she was really alright; he watched as she drained the glass of water and placed it down on the dresser next to her. He was watching for any signs of early sign of brain damage of any kind. Any abnormalcy, but he couldn’t pick up on any hints of them. Bishop was so absorbed with searching for signs of anything out of the ordinary, any signs that might cause trouble down the road for Nichole that when she asked him about anything being wrong. Bishop had to snap back into focus and replay what she said in his head, but he already knew what general question it was.

“Um… Nothing, nothing at all Nichole, just rest don’t worry about it okay.” Bishop reassured her as he rubbed his thighs fighting the urge to sit next to Nichole and touch her again, and do something stupid again like kiss her on her forehead. He was still a bit shocked at himself for doing something like that. He had no right to, especially after what he just finished the few rounds he went with Ivy just a few moments ago. Bishop couldn’t even look at Nichole without feeling guilty of his actions. He was becoming very uncomfortable, and needed an escape now. Bishop shot up out of his chair even though he tried just casually standing up.

“ I’m going to go take a shower, it’s just down stairs. I’ll be back.” Bishop explained moving and grabbing a spare set of clothes to change into without meeting Nichole’s eyes. Bishop was at the top of the stairs with one hand on the railing when he paused, and bit his lip and rolled his eyes at the actions he was taking and not explain further that it wasn’t Nichole’s fault. He thanked his blessing that Nichole couldn’t see him kicking himself in the ass or his rolling of his eyes.

“ Nichole.” He spoke his voice a little horsy and with a little effort he cleared his throat and turned a little to meet her eyes. “You’ve done nothing wrong, it was me. It’s all on me.” With that said and Bishop nodding to himself as it took a lot of guts to even get that out; Bishop headed down the stairs and through the gray door next to the kitchen and got ready for his hot steaming shower.

[Nichole Winchester]

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Nichole was watching him, noticing his movements, his mannerisms. She knew that didn’t answer her truthfully, and she instead of calling him on it gave him a weak smile instead. She suddenly found herself a bit uncomfortable around her hunter, and she didn’t like that feeling one bit. And instead of saying something again, she hugged herself a bit tighter wincing a little in the process as she found an injury that was still trying to heal. She soon found herself not looking at him, and when he suddenly shot up to his feet even though he tryied to do so casually she swallowed her discomfort. Then when said that he was going to take a shower and he’ll be back, she made up her mind on what to do.

She watched as he moved about the room gathering his things he needed to take a shower, and then walked over to the top of the stairs he had just been down a few moments ago. He seemed to pause on the top of them, and she got the feeling that she wasn’t going to like what was going to happen next. She came here last night for her hunter, but it seems that her hunter didn’t want her. And for some reason that thought bit into her like a knife to the gut with a violent twist, she was now on the verge of crying but her stubborn Winchester head wouldn’t allow her too. Instead she just watched Bishop’s back as he stood at the top of the stairs, hand on the railing wondering what he was going to do next. And what he told her next, didn’t make sense to her.

“ Nichole. You’ve done nothing wrong, it was me. It’s all on me.”

Nichole didn’t even understand the nod of his head, but before she could ask him what he meant he was gone. She waited until she heard the water run downstairs before she made her move. She tossed the sheets off of her, and swung her feet to the side. She bit back the pain it was causing her, only thinking about leaving her hunter alone like he seemed to want to be. She forced herself to her feet, and like someone who pushed themselves too far at the gym the previous day walked with evident soreness across the room. She should have just teleported out, but she didn’t think she had the energy as it seems to be focused on slowly healing herself. So she would have to do it the manual way, and walk on her own steam. She reached the door that she hoped would take her out, and opened it looking for an escape.

She of course then faced what was thankfully an empty hallway, before stepping out into it and closing the door behind her. However it seemed that the walk from the bed to where she was at that moment was enough to tire her out, and she nearly sank to the floor again. The only thing that didn’t let her was that she managed to catch herself on a table of some sorts, and she pushed herself back up to her feet. She then used the furniture to prop herself up as she looked up and down the hall, before trying to make her way slowly towards what she hoped was the stairs.

Like a child learning to walk, Nichole began to tenderly take a few steps toward what she thought was the exit. One foot in front of the other, forcing her legs to hold her. Even though they wanted to buckle under her. It was a slow, painstakingly focused process, but she managed to get close to her goal. It must have taken her a good fifteen minutes to make her way down the hall, and then her legs refused to follow her command any more and gave out on her. She crashed to the floor with a loud thud, and she couldn’t pretend that everything was alright any more. Her thoughts went back to why she had tried to make a new best friend with Johnnie Walker Double Black, and she just felt that everything was against her. So instead of attempting to get back up, she beat her hands on the floor a few times in anger and curled up into a ball. She refused to cry, knowing that a Winchester doesn’t cry that easily.

TAGGED: Bishop WORD COUNT: 741 NOTES: Still thinks she did something wrong.

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[Bishop]

Bishop was well underway with a well needed shower. After the few rounds Ivy put him through, he was feeling exhausted and dried up and the hot water was doing a fabulous job in restoring him physically back to normal conditions; if only the waters could restore his mind set; because right now he felt crappy really, really crappy, and a bit dirty. Not because of Ivy, but because of his own actions. He pounded the wall of the shower at the same time the door of his room shut masking the noise. After another five minutes of shower time and wishing it would wash away the memory of his actions of what his done a few hours ago. Bishop stepped out of the show retrieved a s towel from the rack next to the shower and dried off; then threw on his gray long-sleeve shirt, and jeans and was out the door and up the stairs in no time at all.

“I’m sorry it took me so long, I was thi” Bishop stopped midway through what he rehearsed in the shower countless times, but found no one in his bed. The covers were pushed to the side and the injured half angel, Winchester known as Nichole was gone. Bishop cursed under his breath as he bolted down the stairs after grabbing his pistol from the black, metal cabinet he kept next to the bed. Bishop took the stairs two at a time and the last few steps in a leap and was out the door in no time. His only thoughts were on where Nichole could have gone, who could have taken her. She was in no shape to be up by herself and so on and so on. Until he was in the hall way he checked down one way with the barrel of his gun and saw nothing, then looked over his shoulder toward the stairs and spotted a figure, with a set of blonde hair on her/his head, pounding on the ground. Bishop maneuvered toward the figure and as soon as he got close he knew it was Nichole.

“What are you doing out here Nichole? You need to be in bed for your wounds to heal.” Bishop remained Nichole something that she probably known already. After putting his gun on safety and hosteling it in his pants waist, and scooped Nichole into his arms and once he knew she was safe in his arms. He headed back to his room. “ Do you want to tell me why you bolted or do I have to put you in a ring of holy fire again.” Bishop kidded, and to make sure Nichole got that he was joking he gave her a wink. Bishop had a habit of his jokes not being so funny when things got a bit tough. Usually that part of his brain that thought of jokes went on back up mode and everything else was powered up to the fullest to deal with the situation at hand, and right now he had a major one with Nichole from the look of things.

[Nichole Winchester]

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Nichole laid on the floor of the hallway, exhausted but angry at the same time. She was angry at the fact that she just wanted someplace to belong, help her family, and learn what she had missed out on while she was dead. But it seemed everywhere she turned for that knowledge, that feeling, she was met with resistance. A lot of it. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t reach her goals. And the one person who she thought would protect her if she was ever in trouble, didn’t want to see her. Then as if on cue, as soon as she thought of him she heard his footsteps enter the hall behind her. She closed her eyes tighter, wishing she had the energy to turn herself invisible but knowing she didn’t.

“What are you doing out here Nichole? You need to be in bed for your wounds to heal. Do you want to tell me why you bolted or do I have to put you in a ring of holy fire again.”

Her jaw tighten slightly, and she fought the urge to turn into his torso and sink. She had to keep telling herself that he didn’t want her there, and that she couldn’t let him carry her like she was a precious treasure hinder her knowledge of that. She stiffened considerable when he mentioned putting her back in a ring of holy fire, and because she wasn’t looking at him she didn’t know he was kidding by giving her a wink. ”Because I wanted to save you the trouble of kicking me out later.” She answered him a bit on the cool side, much like what Dean would have done if confronted like that. She had no idea why she had to come here last night, but she only thought of seeing her hunter. The same hunter that seems to not want her around…

TAGGED: Bishop WORD COUNT: 322 NOTES: She thinks he doesn’t want her around…

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[Bishop]

Bishop mange to open his room’s front door without a problem with his half angel in his arms, and with help from his freshly clean foot slammed the door closed after the duo. Bishop wondered in confusion to her reply and the bit of frost he got from Nichole took the two over to the Island Counter in the kitchen and very carefully placed Nichole down letting her legs swing over the counter. Bishop stepped back thinking that would be the best course of actions and crossed his arms and his facial expression showed clearly that of him trying to figure what the hell was going on.

“Nichole I have no clue where that came from, but that’s the last I want to do Nichole.” Bishop admitted to her openly, and he wasn’t afraid to either. He wanted to know where he stood and how he felt about Nichole, but Bishop didn’t know how well she was going to take the news about what his done, and her leaving him was something he didn’t think he could take.

But as Bishop stood there and the silence between the two seemed to engulf them alone with the room; Bishop sighed deeply before confessing to Nichole his dirty deeds. “ Nichole right now I’m going through some stuff that is really messing me up on the insides, and it’s about us… well you and me… not us as a couple… unless you think of us…. Never mind that.” Bishop rambled on and on but stopped himself as he gathered his thoughts together then spoke again. “After we our run in in the alley, instead of trying to convince you to stay, and help you out; I followed my dick and slept with someone. A….a Hunter girl, and during that whole experience not once did I think of you, and where you were, not once did I wondered how Nichole felt about this. Not once did I consider if you were in some ditch somewhere dying and I was in a room getting my rocks off.” Bishop spilled his guts tell her what has been eating away at him. Filling him with guilty, and shamed and if that wasn’t enough Nichole reappeared again when the whole Club growing legs and taking a walk, and God thought it might be funny to have her here to rub the salt of guilty deeper into the wound, but Bishop wasn’t going to tell Nichole that.

“And once it was done, I wished that I could take it all back, and start over. Turn back time and chase after you in the alley but.” Bishop shrugged finishing off the story and hopefully shining light to Nichole about the way he was behaving. Bishop shook his head and ran one hand over his head feeling the prickling feeling his kept short dark hair.

“I’m just asking you to forgive me Nichole. Even though were not a couple. I feel like I’ve betrayed you, Nichole, and I’m asking if you would forgive me?” Bishop put it all out there now, and he kept himself afar from her feeling a bit too dirty for his angel to touch, even though he just took a shower.

[Nichole Winchester]

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Nichole let him carry her inside his room again, not really having the strength to stop him. As he sat her down on the kitchen island counter, she watched him back away again and crossed his arms. His facial expression clearly telling her that he was confused about what is going on. He then told her the last thing he wanted to do was to kick her out, and her brow burrowed in her own confused facial expression. ‘If he didn’t want me to leave, then why did he act like he didn’t want me around?’ She thought to herself. She opened her mouth to ask just that after letting the silence deafen her, but before she could get one sound out he sighed. Instead, she let her arms wrap around herself in a hug that she desperately needed but isn’t receiving.

Her hunter then started to babble about him going through some stuff, and she looked at him. He wasn’t the only one, she had come to forget her stuff but she couldn’t. Not without help, and when she didn’t get the kind she had hoped her back up plan ended up her getting beat to a bloody pulp while she was passed out. He paused briefly after his ramble, kept making sure she knew he wasn’t thinking of them as a couple. Then he launched into what he did last night after she left the alley, and what he was thinking. So he had what she had learned was perhaps a one night stand with some girl he had just met, and he told her not once did she even cross his mind. Well according to her, that was fair enough. For as she was empting a stout scotch liquor bottle, she didn’t think of him either. Not until she woke up in his bed, and the way he started to act around her. Then he admitted that once he was finished with his activities of last night, he wished he chased her instead of letting her go. So he had second thoughts about what he did, and she wondered why this mattered. He was a human, and he had freewill to chose what he did. Just like she did.

”I’m just asking you to forgive me Nichole. Even though were not a couple. I feel like I’ve betrayed you, Nichole, and I’m asking if you would forgive me?”

Nichole winced as she hugged herself tighter, and looked at him with her brow burrowed deeper. ”Bishop, I…um… I came here to work through some of my own stuff as you said. But you were busy, too busy to see me it seemed. So what did I do? I went looking for understanding at the bottom of a stout liquor bottle. I didn’t find it, but I somehow transported the entire place somewhere else before passing out. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in your bed. I seemed to be getting the cold shoulder from my hunter, and I thought he was mad because I managed to somehow get a crowd of humans mad enough at me to attempt to kill me.” Not releasing her self hug, she looked away from not really knowing how well he’ll take this bit of news or not. ”I like you, Bishop. More than just being my hunter, but I don’t know how I like you or what that means. But I forgive you, Bishop. Can you forgive me for getting upset drunk and teleporting the whole place to who knows where and being the object of a group of humans’ ire?” She added quietly, hoping he would. She didn’t mean to teleport the building and it’s occupants, just to get drunk enough to help dull the sting of Sam’s remarks and reaction to her.

TAGGED: Bishop WORD COUNT: 633 NOTES: She likes him more than him being her hunter.

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[Bishop]

Bishop listened to Nichole and when she was done he understood Nichole a little more than he did before; especially the news on her liking him as well. He was beginning to wonder what was up, and why hadn’t she tried something before, or hinted it at least, but like she said she was trying to work it out herself. Bishop crossed his arm’s like once before but felt uncomfortable then shifted to one hand on the side of his hip and the other scratching his head as a smile crossed his face, as the sum of it all crashed down all around him. “Look at the both of us, if we just held onto each other instead of searching for something else we might have avoided this mess were in now.” Bishop muttered the simple statement as a side note. Bishop walked over and stood beside Nichole and leaned against the counter and with his closet hand to hers. He took Nichole’s hand in his own and held it.

“Can we make a promise to just take care of each other, before one of us do something like this again. Teleport things where there not to belong, and place….. unmentionables in places where they don’t belong as well. Because I really do that will help… whatever this is we have. I don’t really want to rush you Nichole, I can wait, and now I know how you feel about me. I’ll keep those mentionable in my pants. ‘Kay.”

[Nichole Winchester]

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Nichole hugged herself, looking at Bishop waiting anxiously for his reaction to her admission. She didn’t know what was going on with her, as she never had any experiences to compare this to before. All her social interactions before she was put back on Earth has been with angels, and if they told you something you should listen as there was no way to change their minds. And that had been her life since she was six months old, she wasn’t normal. She didn’t have a normal childhood, she wasn’t raised by a loving family, nor did she have any of the normal milestones of growing up. So she was sitting on a kitchen island counter trying to figure out one of those missed milestones herself, while trying to also figure out how she fits into a world that she had been missing from for twenty-six and a half years. On top of that, she was slowly healing herself from her brutal beating at the hands of an angry mob, and she seemed to have overexerted herself with a brief incident of uncontrolled power of teleporting. So it would be fair to say her mind was a mess as well as her body. She looked up when she heard her hunter mutter about holding each other instead of doing what they did, they wouldn’t be where they were now.

“Can we make a promise to just take care of each other, before one of us do something like this again. Teleport things where there not to belong, and place….. unmentionables in places where they don’t belong as well. Because I really do that will help… whatever this is we have. I don’t really want to rush you Nichole, I can wait, and now I know how you feel about me. I’ll keep those mentionable in my pants. ‘Kay.”

She watched as he walked up to her side, leaned against the counter, and took her hand in his. She swallowed hard, and nodded her head briefly and then leaned against him. She was tired, and it showed deeply. She knew she wasn’t nowhere near the shape she needed to walk away a bit ago, and she was now paying the price for that mistake. ”I don’t have anything to compare us to, so I don’t know what exactly is going on. I just know that I like you, a lot, and that besides Dean, I somehow feel safe with you. And I get the feeling you were the one to keep me mostly in one piece earlier…” She confessed to him, closing her eyes. Funny thing about emotions, one can feel angry and unwanted one moment and then after a short talk feel happy and safe the next. And now that she what was sort of going on with her hunter, she felt more comfortable with him then when he had been giving her the cold shoulder.

TAGGED: TAGGED WORD COUNT: 486 NOTES: Talk time?

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[Bishop]

Bishop smiled and nodded to Nichole’s response and explaining to him about how she felt and Bishop shifted only a little and kissed the top of Nichole’s head and then resting his head on top of hers, still keeping his hand in hers. “I guessed as much, you’ve been raised by Angels for a good portion of your life and they aren’t really the ones to talk to about…. Really anything.” Bishop joked even though both knew how true that was; even though Bishop’s relationships with angels barely extended past Nichole. His still heard tells from other Hunters and from Abiel about how Angels were in the past and are now and days.

“But like I said I can wait, we have nothing but time,” Bishop squeezed Nichole’s hand to reassure Nichole of that. Now that he knew ho Nichole felt about him. He could wait as long as needed to keep Nichole in his life. Then an idea spouted in Bishop’s mind and it seemed Bishop’s eye’s beamed and brightened as he moved breaking the two’s connections with hands, but kept close by finding room in-between Nichole’s dangling legs. His hands rested against the counter of the Island and a sly smile rested on Bishop’s face.

“Since we have time I’m guessing from the way your wounds are still healing, that you need some time to recharge. So I was thinking that we go upstairs and watch some Cartoons.” Bishop watched Nichole for any signs of fighting back, maybe she wanted to clean up the mess down stairs, or maybe try to teleport them back so soon, which neither Bishop was having on his watch.

“Just listen, the mess down stairs won’t be cleared anytime soon, my man can work it out and keep everyone inside. You need to rest, and I’m guessing they didn’t have cable upstairs in Heaven, so I was thinking. We watch some T.V. give your batteries some time to charge, even get some food into you. Cereal since were doing the whole Saturday morning ritual. This way we can play caught up for moments you missed when you were up above playing with the angels.” Bishop explained fully of his plans for the two to do for the next few hours for Nichole to get back on her feet.

[Nichole Winchester]

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Nichole liked the feeling that came to her when she felt him kiss the top of her head and rested his against hers. She didn’t bother to open her eyes, but let a content smile just rest on her lips. She could stay like this for a long time, if it was permitted but knowing how her family actually gets what they want that will not happen for long. She nodded her head to confirm his statement about her being raised by angels, and the whole talking to them about something is very hard. Pulling out someone’s teeth with a pair of pliers would be easier than talking to angels. She even squeezed back when he squeezed her hand.

She couldn’t help the sigh that escaped her when he let her go, and she briefly felt alone when he moved away only to move back close to her. He ended up in front of her, with him situated between her dangling legs and she couldn’t help the smile that came back on her face as she looked into his beaming eyes. He rested his hands on the counter on either side of her, and suggested that they go upstairs and watch something called cartoons. She tilted her head to the side trying to figure out what that was, but she soon forgot about that as she heard an uproar downstairs from the club and bar. She opened her mouth to suggest that she clean up the mess and take the place back where it belongs…or try to at least. Instead he silenced her and started to speak again.

“Just listen, the mess down stairs won’t be cleared anytime soon, my man can work it out and keep everyone inside. You need to rest, and I’m guessing they didn’t have cable upstairs in Heaven, so I was thinking. We watch some T.V. give your batteries some time to charge, even get some food into you. Cereal since were doing the whole Saturday morning ritual. This way we can play caught up for moments you missed when you were up above playing with the angels.”

Nichole smiled a bit warmly at him, and then threw her arms around his neck before hugging him. ”Cereal sounds good. So does the idea of spending time with you. I’m not sure what exactly cartoons are, but I will be willing to learn with you. Nor was I playing with them, more like arguing with them instead.” She bit her bottom lip after she pulled back slightly. ”I don’t know if I have the steam to make upstairs on my own…” She added and looked away, ashamed that she couldn’t be the strong being she was suppose to be. She wasn’t suppose to need help walking up a simple set of stair or a few feet, but she did need it for now. However deep down, she was grateful for her hunter was there with her. She got the feeling that he wouldn’t mind taking her upstairs himself.

TAGGED: Bishop WORD COUNT: 502 NOTES: She likes the idea!

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